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Dare to Go A-Hunting by
Andre Norton
Chapter One
It was warm, too warm for one of the room's inhabitants. However, it was
probably discourteous to remark upon the heat though a round drop of sweat
gathered just below one of his slightly slanted eyes to trickle down his cheek.
There was a small rustle when he shifted position on the uncushioned stool
which supported him an uncomfortable height from a floor of tiles matched in
brilliant color to form patterns which he could only glance at or it made his eyes
ache. That his host not only accepted all this as natural, but took comfort in it
was one of those irritating situations which had filled Farree's life for some time.

He had seen aliens a-plenty during his bad time in that sleazy portside district,
the Limits, which formed his earliest memories. However, such strangers in their
own homes were something he was now only being introduced to by the full
swing of fate's finger crystal.



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"Hot" Togger's thought, always pitched so high that his own sense could hardly
understand, came testily. Farree's jerkin heaved and wrinkled as the smux
crawled out into the open to gaze up into his face with stalked eyes.

"SooooтАФit is hot, little one?" Not a thought this time but words uttered with a
hissing intonation. At a goodly distance down the room a third inhabitant arose,
the extended talons on his webbed and scaled feet scraping across the stone
pattern on the floor. "Courtesy is all very well, my little friends, but allow me
also the privilege of displaying it." A yellow scaled arm, banded at both wrist
and above the elbow with well-worn cuffs of an iron-hard wood, reached out to
the wall and flipped a switch.

There was no sound of any winds, yet there blew across the room now a swift