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happen automatically?”
    â€œOnly when a girl agrees, usually. There are laws.”
    â€œVery well. Dress it up pretty.”
    Yael was glad to oblige. Melody relaxed and let the girl use her own notions, ordering flimsy underclothing followed by more substantial overclothing. There was a two thousand Solarian year spread in human clothing fashions, and any dress within that range was currently acceptable. So Yael chose apparel approximating the style of her namesake, who had resided in pre-Spherical times on planet Earth. She wore a white blouse with images of flowers printed on it, and a short black skirt that showed the lower half of her legs. Light slippers covered her feet. Her hair flowed free, behind and to the sides.
    Melody really didn't understand the nuances of Solarian dress; Mintakans and most other sapients did not use clothing. But she was satisfied that this sufficed. As she kept reminding herself, it would not be for long.

Chapter 3:
    Society of Hosts

    COUNCIL INITIATED PARTICIPATING *–/%
    â€“where is quadpoint?–
    *perhaps he swallowed a hard rock*
    AMUSEMENT
    â€“some obstructions developing in selected segments prior report of successful infiltration premature three segments appear to have become aware of our effort–
    /bungling cannot be tolerated which segments?/
    â€“knyfh, etamin, weew–
    â€°detail?‰
    *(percen, your elements are misformed)*
    %? sorry, recent recombination confuses%
    /if we are finished with the personal hygiene/
    â€“etamin agent discovered and circumvented by locals this indicates that natives are aware of our purpose and are attempting to prevent our knowing they know no real problem as we have alerted our discovered agent, but any spread of resistance would be awkward knyfh is sophisticated magnetic culture resembling % status there uncertain bears scrutiny lest they countertrap us at moment of action weew may be a misreport investigation proceeding–
    %no adverse indications from lodo or bhyo? These also are formidable center-galaxy cultures%
    â€“no adverse indications suggest delay of overt strike until investigations completed primarily knyfh–
    *concurrence?*
    â€“/%CONCURRENCE–/%
    *POWER*
    â€“/%CIVILIZATION%/–

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    The door-panel slid open and she stepped into a hall. A human man stood there. Sure enough, as Yael had reassured her, he did not leap to impregnate her, though he looked as though the notion had crossed his mind.
    â€œGreetings, Mistress Melody,” he said. “You have adapted very well. Do not be afraid; we shall take good care of you.”
    The information was in her mind, but Melody hardly cared to delve through the layers of cultural meaning. She spoke silently to Yael: “Why does he call me 'mistress'? Why does he think I am afraid?”
    â€œI don't know,” Yael admitted. “Unmarried girls and Miss, and Mistress means a concubine.”
    â€œHe'd going to impregnate us!” Melody cried, alarmed.
    â€œHe wouldn't dare. All we have to do is scream.”
    So the Solarians did use sound for defense, just as Mintakans did. “How would a scream stop him?”
    â€œOther men would come.”
    â€œBecause they wanted to be first to do the impregnation?”
    â€œTo enforce the law. Alien transferees aren't supposed to be molested.”
    â€œOh. That makes sense. I was afraid–”
    â€œBut now I remember,” Yael interrupted. “Mistress also mean a rich lady, or maybe even a child, I think.”
    â€œOr an alien lady?”
    â€œMaybe.”
    So the address confused the native too. Odd note. How had the Solarians achieved such galactic influence when their language suffered from such imprecision? But she knew the answer: a thousand years ago Sphere Knyfh had brought the secret of transfer to Sol instead of to one of the larger spheres, for reasons that were opaque to those other spheres, and this had given Sol a phenomenal