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unhappy with the progressive regime of President-for-Life Duvalier and have
threatened to topple his government. No doubt these `beggars' were communist
agitators trying to provoke an incident."
Chrysalis kept quiet, realizing nothing she could say would make any difference.
Tachyon was also looking unhappy, but decided not to pursue the matter at this
time. After all, they would only be in Haiti one more day before traveling to
the Dominican Republic on the other side of the island. "Also," Calixte said
with a smile as ugly as his scar, "I am to inform you that dinner tonight at the
Palais National will be a formal affair."
"And after dinner?" Ray said, openly gauging Calixte with his frank stare.
"Excuse me?"
"Is anything planned for after dinner?"
"But of course. Several entertainments have been arranged. There is shopping at
the Marche de Fer-the Iron Market-for locally produced handicrafts. The Musee
National will stay open late for those who wish to explore our cultural
heritage. You know," Calixte said, "we have on display the anchor from the Santa
Maria, which ran aground on our shores during Columbus's first expedition to the
New World. Also, of course, galas have been planned in several of our
world-famous nightclubs. And for those interested in some of the more exotic
local customs, a trip to a hounfour has been arranged."
"Hounfour?" Peregrine asked.
"Oui. A temple. A church. A voodoo church."
"Sounds interesting," Chrysalis said.
"It's got to be more interesting than looking at anchors," Ray said
insouciantly.
Calixte smiled, his good humor going no farther than his lips. "As you wish,
msie. I must go now."
"What about these policemen?" Tachyon asked.
"They will continue to protect you," Calixte said depreciatingly, and left.
"They're nothing to worry about," Ray said, "leastways while I'm around." He
struck a consciously heroic pose and glanced at Peregrine, who looked down at
her drink.
Chrysalis wished she could feel as confident as Ray. There was something
unsettling about the Tonton Macoute sitting in the corner of the lounge,
watching them from behind his dark glasses with the unblinking patience of a
snake. Something malevolent. Chrysalis didn't believe that he was there to
protect them. Not for one single, solitary second.
Ti Malice particularly liked the sensations associated with sex. When he was in
the mood for such a sensation he'd usually mount a female, because, on the
whole, females could maintain a state of pleasure, particularly those adept at
self-arousal, much longer than his male mounts could. Of course, there were
shades and nuances of sexual sensation, some as subtle as silk dragged across a
sensitive nipple, some as blatant as an explosive orgasm ripped from a throttled
man, and different mounts were adept at different practices.
This afternoon he wasn't in the mood for anything particularly exotic, so he'd
attached himself to a young woman who had a particularly sensitive tactile sense
and was enjoying it enjoying itself when his mount came in to report.
"They'll all be at the dinner tonight, and then the group will break up to
attend various entertainments. It shouldn't be difficult to obtain one of them.
Or more."