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 The six Qasamans were almost to the ship now。 Pyre watched the magnified view; his eyes shifting from the details of the faces to the silver…blue birds perched on each person's left shoulder to the pistols belted on each hip。 〃Governor; I'd remend we let Yuri go alone first;〃 he said。
 〃No; he's right…we ought to show good faith;〃 Telek said with a sigh。
 Cerenkov didn't wait any longer。 〃Marck; Decker; Joshua…meet me at the dock with full gear。〃 He got three acknowledgments and hurried out of the bridge。
 〃Almo?〃 Teiek called as Pyre turned to follow。 〃I want you back here for this。〃
 Pyre grimaced; but there wasn't time to argue the order now。 〃Michael; Dorjay…back up positions by the hatch;〃 he called into the inter。 The two Cobras acknowledged and Pyre once again headed aft。
 He passed the furious activity near the hatch without actually colliding with anyone; and by the time he skidded to a stop beside Telek; the lounge displays showed Cerenkov just emerging from the airlock。
 If the Qasamans had been a shock to the Dewdrop's passengers; the reverse was equally true。 The weling mittee jerked raggedly to a stop; and Pyre saw astonishment and disbelief sweep across their faces。 He tensed; but the guns stayed firmly in their holsters。 One of the birds squawked and flapped its wings; settling down only when its owner reached up to gently stroke its throat。
 Pyre was aware of Telek leaning closer to him。 〃Do you buy Hersh's theory about the Baliuies?〃 she murmured。
 〃That ignorance was bliss?〃 he muttered back。 〃Not for a minute。 The Baliuies knew we were the same species; all right…and if we were supposed to free human slaves from the Qasamans they sure as hell would have told us。〃
 Telek grunted。 Nnamdi and Christopher; Pyre noted; seemed to have missed the by…play。 Shifting his own attention fully to the displays; the Cobra waited for the Qasamans to speak; wishing he knew what sort of game the Baliuies were playing。
 The Qasaman delegation had shown a remarkably quick recovery to the contact team's appearance; a fact Cerenkov took to be a good sign。 Whether the humans were slaves or masters; it was clear they weren't in the ignorant savage category。 Which meant 。 。 。 what? Cerenkov wasn't sure; but he knew it was a good sign anyway。
 The delegation had e to a halt now a couple of meters in front of the contact team。 Cerenkov half…raised his right hand; freezing midway through the motion as one of the birds abruptly ruffled its wings and emitted a harsh caw。 He waited until its owner had calmed it; then brought his hand chest high; palm outward。 〃I greet you in the name of the people of Aventine;〃 he said。 〃We e to visit with peaceful intent。 I am Yuri Cerenkov; my panions are Marck Rynstadt; Decker York; and Joshua Moreau。 Whom do I have the honor of addressing?〃
 For another few seconds the translator pendant around his neck continued to talk; and Cerenkov sent a quick prayer skyward that the Trofts had indeed put together a decent translation program。 All they would need now would be for him to have dropped an unintentional insult into his greeting。。。。
 But if the translator had glitched it wasn't obvious。 One of the Qasamans stepped a half pace forward; raising his hand in imitation of Cerenkov's gesture; and began speaking。 〃We greet you in turn;〃 Cerenkov's earphone murmured seconds later。 〃I am Moff; I wele you in the name of Mayor Kimmeron of Soltas and the people of Qasama。 Your interpreter speaks our language well。 Why does he rest aboard your craft?〃
 〃Our translator is a machine;〃 Cerenkov told him carefully; wishing he knew just how technologically advanced these people were。 Would they understand the word puter; or relegate the whole process to black magic? 〃Each word I speak is sent to it from this microphone; where it pares the word to those it knows of your language…〃
 〃I understand translation devices;〃 Moff interrupted him。 〃Other visitors here used such things; though
 we have no need of them on Qasama。 Your machine uses many of the same inflections theirs did。〃
 The hidden question was obvious; and Cerenkov had a split…second decision to make as to how to answer it。 Honesty seemed the safest approach。 〃If you speak of the Trofts of the Baliu'ckha'spmi demesne; we did indeed purchase our translator from them。 That's also how we knew you were here; though they failed to mention that we are of the same race。 How did you arrive here; so far away from other human worlds; if I may ask?〃
 Moff ran his eyes over the Dewdrop for a moment before turning back to Cerenkov。 〃A large craft; though much smaller than the one of legends;〃 he mented。 〃How many people does it usually carry?〃
 In other words; Cerenkov thought; how many are still aboard? Again; honesty would be best 。。。 honesty tempered with the fact that Justin Moreau was to be treated as nonexistent。 〃There are seven crewmen and six members of the diplomatic mission still aboard;〃 he told Moff。 〃For various reasons they will remain there。〃
 〃During which time you four intend to do what?〃
 The question caught Cerenkov off guard。 He'd expected to hold talks with the leadership and to be given a grand tour of the area…but he hadn't expected to have to make such requests out here beside the ship。 〃We'd like to visit with your people;〃 he said。 〃Share information of mutual interest; perhaps open trade negotiations。 We do share a mon heritage; after all。〃
 Moff's eyes bored into his。 〃Our heritage is one of struggle against both men and nature;〃 he said bluntly。 〃Tell me; where is this world Aventine you e from?〃
 〃It's about forty…five light…years from here;〃 Cerenkov said; resisting the urge to point dramatically toward the sky。 〃I'm not sure of the actual direction or whether our sun is even visible at this distance。〃
 〃I see。 What is your relationship with the Lords of Rajan Putra and the Agra Dynasty?〃
 Cerenkov felt his heartbeat pick up。 At last; a clue of sorts as to when the Qasamans had left the Dominion of Man。 He himself had only the vaguest idea when the Dynasties had existed…and no recollection at all of any Rajan Putra…but Nnamdi's sociologist training ought to cover at least some history as well。
 But that wouldn't tell him what the Qasamans〃 own feelings toward the Dynasties had been 。。。 and if he didn't e up with a safely neutral answer the whole expedition could be shifted into the 〃enemies〃 column without any further warning。 〃I'm afraid that question doesn't mean anything to me;〃 he told Moff。 〃We left the main group of human worlds ourselves some time ago; and at that time there wasn't any government calling itself a dynasty; at least not that I know of。〃
 A slight frown creased Moff's forehead。 〃The Agra Dynasty claimed it was eternal。〃
 Cerenkov remained silent; and after a moment Moff shrugged。 〃Perhaps a search through your records will show us what happened after we left;〃 he said。 〃So。 You wish to visit our world。 For how long?〃
 Cerenkov shrugged。 〃That's entirely up to you…we wouldn't want to impose overmuch on your hospitality。 We can also bring our own supplies if you'd like。〃 (
 Moff's eyes seemed to focus on the clear bubble around Cerenkov's head。 〃You will have trouble eating like that; won't you? Or would you want to return to your craft for every meal?〃
 〃That shouldn't be necessary;〃 Cerenkov shook his head。 〃By the time we're likely to get hungry; our analysis of your air should be plete。 I'm expecting it to show nothing dangerous; but we need to be cautious。〃
 〃Of course。〃 Moff glanced to both sides; as if waiting for a protest from one of his party。 But they
 remained silent。 〃Very well; Cerenkov; you and your panions may e with me into the city。 But you must agree to obey my mands without question; for your own safety。 Even in Sollas the many dangers of Qasama are not wholly absent。〃
 〃Very well; I agree;〃 Cerenkov said with only the slightest hesitation。 〃We're well aware of how dangerous a planet can be for visitors。〃
 〃Good。 Then my first order is for you to leave all weapons with your craft。〃
 Beside Cerenkov; York stirred slightly。 〃Yet you just said Qasama could be dangerous;〃 Cerenkov said; choosing his words carefully。 He'd half expected this; but had no intention of giving in without at least trying to talk Moff out of it。 〃If you're afraid we might use our weapons against your citizens; let me assure you…〃
 〃Our citizens have nothing to fear from your weapons;〃 Moff interrupted。 〃It's you who would be in danger。 The mojos…〃 he gestured to the bird resting on his shoulder… 〃are trained to attack when weapons are drawn or used; except for hunting or self…defense purposes。〃
 Frowning; Cerenkov studied the bird… Silver…blue in color; built rather like a pact hawk; it returned his gaze with what seemed to be preternatural alertness。 The talons clinging to the oversized epaulet were long and sharp; the feet themselves disproportionately large。 A hunting bird; if he'd ever seen one 。。。 and he'd heard enough stories of professional falconers to have plenty of respect for such creatures。 〃All right;〃 he said。 〃We'll…〃
 〃By my instructions; and one at a time;〃 Moff said; his hand curving up to stroke his mojo's throat again。 〃You first; Cerenkov。 Rest 

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