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He looked on his new credit, and found it wanting.

    "The ship we can afford won't be very big, and it doesn't have to be brand-new." He offered to J'merlia the authorization to draw on his private funds. "But make sure that it has defensive weapons. When we track down the Zardalu, we cannot assume that they will be friendly."

    The Lo'tfian was too polite to comment. But J'merlia's pale-lemon eyes rolled on their short eyestalks and swiveled to glance at E.C. Tally and Kallik. They were not likely to assume that the Zardalu would be friendly. The last time that the four of them had encountered Zardalu, E.C. Tally's body had been torn to pieces and the little Hymenopt, Kallik, had had one leg pulled off. Julian Graves himself had been blinded and had required a new pair of eyes. He seemed to have forgotten all about that.

    "But range and drive capability are even more important," Graves went on. "We have no idea how far we will have to go, or how many Bose Transitions we will be obliged to make."

    J'merlia was nodding, while at his side Kallik was bobbing up and down on her eight springy legs. The Hymenopt had found the endless formal proceedings of the Council hearing dull and hard to endure. She was itching for action. When Graves held out his credit authorization she grabbed it with a whistle of satisfaction.

    The same urge to be up and doing had dictated the actions of Kallik and J'merlia when they flew out of Delbruck and came to Miranda Port. Catalogs of every vessel in the shroud moorings were held in the Downside catalogs, and a prospective buyer could call up specifications on any of the ships. She could even conjure a 3-D holographic reconstruction that allowed her to wander vicariously through the interior, listen to the engines, and inspect passenger accommodations. Without ever leaving Downside she could do everything but stroke the polished trim, press the control button, and smell the Bose Drive's ozone.

    But that was exactly what Kallik was keen to do. At her urging, she and J'merlia headed at once to the base of the Stalk. In the very moment when Louis Nenda and Atvar H'sial were entering Delbruck, their former slaves were lifting for free-fall, the Shroud, and the Upside Sales Center.

    It was not practical to make a physical inspection of more than a tiny fraction of the ships. With an inventory of almost a million vessels scattered through a hundred million cubic miles of space, and with ships of every age, size, and condition, even Kallik admitted that the selection had to begin with a computer search. And that meant the central office of Upside Sales.

    It was the tail end of a busy period when they arrived, and the manager eyed the two newcomers with no enthusiasm. She was tired, her feet were hurting, and she did not feel she was looking at sales potential. There were funny-looking aliens aplenty running around Miranda Port, but mostly they didn't buy ships. Humans bought ships.

    The skinny one was a Lo'tfian, and like all Lo'tfians he seemed mostly a tangle of arms and legs. The eight black articulated limbs were attached to a long, pipestem torso, and his narrow head was dominated by the big, lemon-colored compound eyes. In the experience of the sales manager, Lo'tfians did not have money, or make purchase decisions. They did not even speak for themselves. They accompanied Cecropians as translators and servants, and they never offered a word of their own.

    The Lo'tfian's companion was even worse. There were eight legs again, but these sprang from a short, stubby torso covered with fine black fur, and the small, smooth head was entirely surrounded by multiple pairs of bright, black eyes. It had to be a Hymenopt, a rarity outside the worlds of the Zardalu Communion—and a dangerous being, if reputation was anything to go by. Hymenopts had superfast reactions, and the end of the rotund body concealed a deadly sting.

    Could the pair even talk ? The only sound that the aliens were making was an odd