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surprised. Without women in a position to protect them, gentle males would find rough going in a society dominated by stud males and hormonally driven aggression. She liked the way they backed each other, the dark one and the tawny one, shoulder to shoulder like sister khir against a stranger pack. She wondered how old they were, with their strange smooth faces and silken skin, and the muscled hands that didn’t match their educated voices. They survived the receiving line without a diplomatic incident, but both men seemed relieved when she ushered them inside. Even filtered by the nebula—invisible in daytime—the sun was intense at the equator, and they weren’t accustomed to it. She’d read that on Old Earth the cities were small, widely spaced, and densely packed, the population strictly limited—through culling and fetal murder, when necessary—and the regenerated ecosystems were strictly off-limits without travel permits. She shuddered, thinking of that circumscribed existence, locked away from the jungle for her own protection and the world’s—unable to pick up a long arm, sling it over her back with a daypack and a satphone, and vanish into the bush for a day or a week, free to range as far as her daring would support. She could have been like these men, she realized: coddled, blinking in the bright sunlight—or worse, because a woman wouldn’t rise to their position in the OECC. They’d probably never been outside a filter field in their lives.
    Good. That was an advantage. One she’d need, given what Claude had told her about Katherinessen. The legendary Vincent Katherinessen, and his legendary ability to know what one thought before one knew it oneself.
    She collected herself and focused on the deal at hand—which was, after all, a deal like any deal. Something to be negotiated from the position of strength that she was fortunate to have inherited. “We’ve arranged a reception before we sit down to dinner. And some entertainment first. If you’re not too tired from traveling.”
    Katherinessen’s gaze flicked to his partner; Kusanagi-Jones tipped his head in something that wasn’t quite a nod. The communication between them was interesting, almost transparent. Most people wouldn’t have even seen it; she couldn’t quite read it, but she thought she might learn. In the meantime, it was good to know that it was going on, that the dynamic between the two men was not quite the leader-and-subordinate hierarchy they projected. Something else developed for navigating a male-dominated space, no doubt.
    “I think we’re acceptably fresh,” Katherinessen said, “as long as our licenses hold out. We both got a lot of sleep on the ship. But it would be nice to have a few moments to relax.”
    Lesa wanted to ask if he meant cryo, but wasn’t sure if it would be in poor taste, so she nodded. “Come with me. The prime minister is eager to greet you, but she can wait half a tick.”
    “She thought it best not to overdignify our arrival with her presence?” Katherinessen asked. A sharp, forward question; Lesa glanced at him twice, but his face stayed bland.
    “I’ve negotiating authority, Miss Katherinessen. Parliament, of course, will have to ratify whatever we agree.”
    “On our end, too. I’m assured it’s a formality.” His shrug continued, but so are we always assured, are we not ? The raised eyebrow was a nice touch, including her in the conspiracy of those who labor at the unreasoning whim of the state. “Am I supposed to inquire as to the nature of the entertainment?”
    She smiled back, playing the game. “It’s the day before Carnival. We thought you might like a real frontier experience, and the Trials began at first light today. If that meets with your approval.”
    His smile broadened cautiously. He was really a striking man, with his freckles and his auburn hair. Pity he’s gentle, she thought, and then mocked herself for thinking it. If he wasn’t, after all, he wouldn’t be