â about other Escaped Ships. Do you know â ?â Â
He shook his head. âNothing definite; only rumor. It could be two weeks, or six months â depending on what kind of planet you want to go to.â Â
âKind? What kinds are there? And where?â Â
âI donât know where. Ships donât give out that information â you can see why. The Hidden Worlds have names or numbers, and the ships will tell you about climates and populations â things like that, so you wonât end up on a swamp planet if you prefer deserts. But actual locations are secret. What you and I donât know, we canât let slip to the wrong parties.â Â
âOf course. But you can put me in touch?â Â
âAnd recommend you.â He looked at his watch. âMy next appointmentâs overdue. Oh, itâs all right, Tari â it wonât hurt for them to simmer a little before they hear my offer. But I judge that the timeâs about right. So if youâll excuse me? Iâve enjoyed talking with you. Oh, yes â youâre staying where?â Â
She stood. âAt the First Ever, near the edge of town.â Â
âGood. But it isnât, you know â the first, I mean. The third built here, maybe. But the others are gone now â burned or torn down. So I donât blame old Charling for boosting his place a bit.â Â
She extended her own left hand, so the handshake was less awkward. âWhen shall I â ?â Â
âIâll send word; wait for it. Meanwhile â get out and see the country, why donât you? The worlds are so far apart â itâs a shame to be on one and waste it.â Â
âThat is a good suggestion. Thank you, Osallin.â Rissa turned and left. In the lobby a man and woman argued. She waited a moment. The receptionist called a name; the two rose, still bickering, and went to the staircase. She resisted the urge to smile; the wait had softened them up for Osallin, well enough. Â
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In the chilly twilight of Far Cornerâs short day she walked back to the First Ever. The landlord greeted her. âHave a good stroll, Ms. Obrigo?â Â
âQuite enjoyable, Mr. Charling . . . you are Mr. Charling?â Â
âWell, well â somebody tipped my ident, eh?â Â
âI mentioned the inn; someone told me the ownerâs name.â Â
âWell and good; itâs no secret. Now â can I help you?â Â
âYes. I would like to take dinner here this evening.â Â
âSure. Dining roomâs around the corner there,â and he motioned. âDinnerâs served over two hours; youâre about smack in the middle of it, right now. Sign by the door tells the mealtimes.â She nodded, and he said, âHey â you got a Far Corners watch?â Â
âNo, I am afraid not.â Â
âRent you one, long as you want, while youâre here. Tenth of a Weltmark per day â rental applies on buying if you decide to stay.â She initialed the agreement on her account card and took the watch, then visited her room briefly and went to dinner. Tired, for it was still her first day out of freeze, she ate a light meal â native meats and vegetables with pleasant but unremarkable flavors. Back in her room she postponed thought and retired early. Â
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Following Osallinâs advice, Rissa spent her next days exploring the countryside within reach of Second Site â on foot, by groundcar, and by air-flitter. She stalked gently through forest and once saw a rare swarming of the furry hive-flyers. For three days she trekked across the High Desert and inspected ruins left by an unknown species that built its doorways approximately one meter high and two wide. A tugboat, towing an ore barge, carried her half the length of the New Amazon river. She rode a flitter to the Heavy Sea and walked its beaches, inhaling