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analysis of coincidences-this, incidentally, not by a Dirdir but by a Dirdirman
Immaculate..." As Anacho spoke on, Traz went out on the terrace to survey the
roofs of Coad; Dordolio and Ylin-Ylan walked slowly past, ignoring his presence.
Seething with indignation Traz returned to Reith and Anacho. "The Yao dandy
urges her to dismiss us. She refers to us as nomads-rude but honest and
dependable."
"No matter," said Reith. "Her destiny is not ours."


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"But you have practically made it so! We might have remained in Pera, or
taken ourselves to the Fortunate Isles; instead-" He threw up his arms in
disgust.
"Events are not occurring as I expected," Reith admitted. "Still, who knows?
It may be for the best. Anacho thinks so, at any rate. Would you please ask her
to step over here?"
Traz went off on his errand, to return at once. "She and the Yao are off to
buy what they call suitable garments! What a farce! I have worn steppe-dwellers'
clothes all my life! The garments are suitable and useful."
"Of course," said Reith. "Well, let them do as they wish. Perhaps we also
might make a change in our appearance."
Toward the dock area was the bazaar; here Reith, Anacho and Traz fitted
themselves out in garments of somewhat less crude cut and material: shirts of
soft light linen, short-sleeved vests, loose black breeches buckling at the
ankle; shoes of supple gray leather.
The docks were but a few steps away; they continued on to inspect the
shipping, and the Yazilissa immediately engaged their attention: a three masted
ship over a hundred feet long, with passenger accommodations in a tall
many-windowed after-house, and in a row of 'tween-decks cabins along the waist.
Cargo booms hung over the docks; bales of goods were hoisted aloft, swung up,
over and into the holds.
Climbing the gangplank, they found the supercargo who verified that the
Yazilissa sailed in three days, touching at ports in
Grenie and Horasin, then faring by way of Pag Choda, the Islands of Cloud,
Tusa Tula at Cape Gaiz on the western thrust of Kachan, to Vervodei in Cath: a
voyage of sixty or seventy days.
Inquiring as to accommodations, Reith learned that all first class staterooms
were booked as far as Tusa Tula, and all but one of the 'tween-decks cabins.
There was, however, unlimited deckclass accommodation, which according to the
supercargo was not uncomfortable except during the equatorial rains. He admitted
these to be frequent.
"Not satisfactory," said Reith. "At the minimum we would want four
second-class cabins."
"Unfortunately I can't oblige you unless cancellations come in, which is
always possible."
"Very well; I am Adam Reith. You may reach me at the Grand Continental
Hotel."
The supercargo stared at him in surprise. "'Adam Reith'? You and your group