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Brother Death
By Steve Perry
Chapter ONE
DEATH GAME FOR Bork's sister during the party.
On Muto Kato there was a ceremony designed to welcome babies to life, dating from the time when a
local disease made human pregnancies difficult. It was not so much a religious thing as a social
gathering that allowed people in those unhappy times a peek at the lucky family and, of course, the new
baby. In the hundreds of years that had passed since the infertile period, the ceremony had become a
tradition. It was called Baby Day.
Bork stood between his sister, Tazzimi, and his wife, Veate, who held their three-month-old son Saval
Antoon. They were part of a crowd of perhaps ten thousand parents holding most of the babies born
locally since the last such gathering. Eighty meters in front of them a raised platform held several
dignitaries, one of whom was making opening remarks to the assembled.
that came with spring on this continent. Flowers bloomed, trees greened thicker, the cycle of the seasons
renewed itself. There might be nicer places in the galaxy, but not many.
The baby's maternal grandparents, Emile Khadaji and Juete, were supposedly crossing Daito's
fairgrounds at that moment to join their daughter and son-in-law, as well as to meet for the first time
Bork's sister. Taz had come all the way from Tembo and her job as a cool to see her new nephew.
Ten meters away from Bork, a man focused his attention upon them. Bork felt the gaze almost as a
physical pressure, and he shifted his big frame but slightly to see the cause. At nearly two meters tall and
a hundred and twenty-five kilos on this world, shifting his frame without drawing attention took some
skill; fortunately, matadors had such training-you didn't get to be one of the best bodyguards in the
worlds of men without learning a few dance steps.
The man was paying most of his attention to Taz, Bork saw, and that was unusual. Taz was a striking
woman, sure enough, tall and muscular as were most mues of their kind, and certainly interesting to look
upon. But with Veate standing there breast-feeding a sleepy baby, watching anyone else ought to be
almost impossible. Veate was an Albino Exotic, and she commanded attention in the same way that a
sudden explosion commanded it. Everybody looked at Veate, some with more subtlety than others, but if
the eyes worked and she was around, they would fasten their gaze upon her eventually.
Only, this guy was staring at Taz as though she were the most fascinating thing on the planet.
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