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time to accommodate.
    Then the green light finally came back very slowly and I could see the dear reliable old face— the green-gold maldng him like a merman—and then the telltale flared bright and
    Sid flicked on the Place lights and I leaned back.
    “That nails them, lads, whoever and whenever they may be. Get ready for a pick-up.”
    Beau, who was closest of course, looked at him sharply. Sid shrugged uneasily.
    “Meseemed at first it was from our own globe a thousand years before our Lord, but that indication ffickered and faded like witchflre. As it is, the call comes from something smaller than the Place and certes adrift from the cosmos. Meseemed too at one point I knew the first of the caller—an antipodean atomicist named BensonCarter—but that likewise changed.”
    Beau said, “We’re not in the right phase of the cosmos-Places rhythm for a pick-up, are we, sir?”
    Sid answered, “Ordinarily, not, boy.”
    Beau continued, “I didn’t think we had any pickups scheduled. Or stand-by orders.”
    Sid said, “We haven’t.”
    Mark’s eyes glowed. He tapped Erich on the shoulder. “An octavian denarius against ten Reichsmarks it is a Snake trap.”
    Erich’s grin showed his teeth. “Make it first through the Door next operation and I’m on.”
    It didn’t take that to tell me things were serious, or the thought that there’s always a first time for bumping into something from really outside the cosmos. The Snakes have broken our code more than once. Maud was quietly serving out weapons and Doc was helping her. Only Bruce and Lili stood off. But they were watching.
    The telltale brightened. Sid reached toward the Maintainer, saying, “All right, my hearties. Remember, through this Doorway pass the fishiest finaglers in and out of the cosmos.”
    The Door appeared to the left and above where it should be and darkened much too fast. There was a gust of stale salt seawind, if that makes sense, but no stepped-up Change
    Winds I could tell—and I had been bracing myself against them. The Door got inky and there
     
    was a flicker of gray fur whips and a flash of copper flesh and gilt and something dark and a clump of hoofs and Erich was sighting a stun gun across his left forearm, and then the Door had vanished like that and a tentacled silvery Lunan and a Venusian satyr were coming straight toward us.
    The Lunan was hugging a pile of clothes and weapons. The satyr was helping a wasp—
    waisted woman carry a heavy-looking bronze chest. The woman was wearing a short skirt and high-collared bolero jacket of leather so dark brown it was almost black. She had a two—
    horned petsofa hairdress and she was boldly gilded here and there and wore sandals and copper anklets and wristlets—one of them a copper-plated Caller—and from her wide copper belt hung a short-handled double-headed ax. She was dark-complexioned and her forehead and chin receded, but the effect was anything but weak; she had a face like a beautiful arrowhead— and a familiar one, by golly!
    But before I could say, “Kabysia Labrys,” Maud shrilly beat me to it with, “It’s Kaby with two friends. Break out a couple of Ghostgirls.”
    And then I saw it really was old-home week because I recognized my Lunan boy friend Ilhilihis, and in the midst of all the confusion I got a nice kick out of knowing I was getting so I could tell the personality of one silver-furred muzzle from another.
    They reached the control divan and Illy dumped his load and the others let down the chest, and Kaby staggered but shook off the two ETs when they started to support her, and she looked daggers at Sid when he tried to do the same, although she’s his “sweet Keftian friend” he’d mentioned to Bruce.
    She leaned straight-armed on the divan and took two gasping breaths so deep that the ridges of her spine showed through her brown-skinned waist, and then she threw up her head and commanded, “Wine!”
    While Beau was rushing it, Sid tried to take her