Anne McCaffrey - Doona 3 - Treaty on Doona

Treaty Planet

by: Anne McAffrey

Alternate title: Treaty at Doona

Synopsis:

The peace between humans and cat-like aliens on the unspoiled planet

Doona has been hard won. Now a new race of aliens arrives, bringing

with them promises of new technology and trade. But the devastating

accusation that these newcomers once destroyed life on another planet

puts the residents of Doona in peril.

Chapter 1

THROUGH THE VOID, THE SMALL BLUE-WHITE STAR twinkled enticingly,

promising light and heat in generous measure. Those aboard the massive,

matte black spaceship approaching that star system On an elliptical

angle had been drawn to investigate it by the various communication

signals emanating from the third planet of that star.

The planet, a blue and green globe around which three pocked moons

circled, was also ringed by orbiting drones and several spaceships of

considerably less mass than the newcomer. Such vehicles were considered

by the passengers of the enormous spaceship to be as worthy of

investigation as the broadcasts, for both phenomena indicated the

presence of sentient beings and advanced technology.

The visiting vessel, which had no insignia or identifiable markings on

its kilometre-long, irregularly cylindrical hull, sailed boldly towards

the heliopause bounding this so-intriguing star system.

The forward speed of the great ship would have been deceptive to any

monitor observing its approach. Even as those aboard contained their

initial elation of discovery and began to record this event, the blunt

prow of the craft swept out on the in-system side of the heliopause.

Sensors at the system perimeter were spotted, their messages and

internal composition examined by probes: the mechanisms briefly

prevented by this interference from performing the function for which

they had been designed. Excitement grew to a feverish pitch as

specialists and consultants eagerly inspected the diagrams of the

sophisticated warning systems. The inhabitants of this star system were

truly creative and technologically sophisticated. Everything pointed to

the amazing fact that the inhabitants of this star system had created

and nurtured a civilization sufficiently advanced to be worth the

Strangers' complete and immediate attention.

At the door of the Council Chamber, Todd Reeve, Human colony leader of

Doonarrala, bowed and shook hands with arriving delegates: hopefully

dissembling his most uneasy and ambivalent feelings about this wretched

conference.

He had never thought the idea of turning the subcontinent into a free

trade and space port facility would come this far. The colony

referendum had passed it by a slim margin, which vindicated his position

even if the "yeas' had outnumbered the "nays'. So he had been forced to

take the next step: this meeting of Hrruban and Hayuman officials.

Beside him in the receiving line was his best friend Hrriss: their

friendship as yet miraculously unimpaired by their current disparate

views. They had agreed to disagree for the first time in their

twenty-seven-year friendship.

Todd found it very hard to understand how Hrriss should pursue a course

which, so obviously to Todd, abrogated both the Decision and Treaty by

which this unusual mixed colony had been promulgated.

Right now, being greeted by smiles and affability, none of the delegates

would have suspected that the almost legendary friendship of Hayuman and

Hrruban was under considerable stress.

Beyond Hrriss was his father, Hrrestan, Hrruban coleader with Todd, who

was as staunchly in favour of the proposed alteration of Doonarrala's

function as Todd and his father were opposed to it.

Todd was impatient to get past the preliminaries and plunge into the

problem which might relieve the tension that twisted his nerves and

tightened his neck and shoulders. Kelly had done her best to knead out

the worst of the kinks, silently supporting her husband. Despite their

mutual respect and deep attachment to this planet and all it stood for,

Todd wasn't sure if Kelly totally agreed with him on this matter.

She'd said all the proper things and had accompanied him and his father

on their trips to all the villages where the pros and cons were argued

in open debate. But, somehow, the feeling niggled at him that she was

not as dead-set against a free-trade port as he was.

Ken Reeve had worked tirelessly for a "nay' verdict on the referendum

for the situation was his worst nightmare for Doona come true: an

insidious expansion that defeated the initial purpose of the colony -

for both species.

Somehow, Todd must make that fear so real to the delegates that today's

conference would be the end of the matter. Otherwise, he might be

forced to resign his position as the Hayuman colony leader, since he

could not wholeheartedly accept such a change in Doonarrala.

The fact that the idea for a trade and space port facility originated

with the Hrruban half of the colony did nothing to placate Todd's

arlx:ieties. The original premise, hammered into the Decision and later

the Treaty - was, he argued, about to be invalidated if part of the

planet was to be commercialized. Ironic that this whole wretched idea

had come from his suggestion that they name the western subcontinent

"The Hrrunat' after the late First Speaker, as a mark of the respect and

love in which all Doonarralans, Hayuman and Hrruban, had held Hrruna.

Todd and the old First Speaker had had a most unusual relationship,

despite their differences of species, culture and age.

It was therefore doubly ironic that what had been meant as a sincere

tribute to Hrruna was rebounding against those he had so subtly

protected during the colony's early stages.

Todd almost welcomed the discomfort of the formal tailored tunic which

rubbed his neck raw as the receiving line continued. He'd had the

notion, dressing this morning, that he should look his best, even in

defeat. His thick black hair was newly cut and neatly brushed and he

knew he looked well in the formal tunic, despite its constriction.

He had good shoulders, a deep chest and was tall, even for a Hayuman.

Todd had never stood on ceremony but, as Kelly had said at their mostly

silent breakfast, ceremony could be used to advantage. As he hoped to

use it today.

That didn't keep his collar from binding his neck.

He took some consolation in seeing that Hrriss was likewise chafed by

Hrruban ceremonial gear, surreptitiously tugging at the jewelled straps

that crisscrossed his tawny-furred torso under the loose red robe he

wore for a such formal occasion. On other occasions Hrriss would have

glanced at Todd, a hand-span taller than he, and rolled his large green

eyes ceilingwards, flattening back his tufted ears to express his

discomfort. But today they were opponents - still friendly, still

hoping for a way Out of the dilemma which obsessed both - and their

normal exchanges were constrained.

Hrrestan, veteran diplomat, was currently chatting to the Hrruban Space

Arm representative, Prrid. An old Stripe, the Senior Space Commandant

stood with his hands clasped behind him, rocking back and forth, his

tailtip held at a relaxed angle. Beside him, his aide, a mature and

seasoned explorer, Mrrunda, stood on one foot and then the other, trying

not to appear impatient for the proceedings to begin.

For all the times when, as a small boy, Todd had wished for a tail, he

was glad now that he didn't have one for it would have been lashing

nervously. On the other hand, Hrrestan's caudal appendage was curved

slightly, showing that he was at ease. The rest of the Hrruban Space

Arm party were already standing near the conference table; three more

officers, each with pouches stuffed with documentation.

"Admiral Barnstable,' Todd said, calling himself to order as he greeted

a tall, white-haired man in uniform who resembled the very portrait of

an ancient sea captain.

In a face of weather-beaten red, surprising in a man who had never been

out on the seas of any planet, he had sharp blue eyes with which he now

studied Todd. Hoping he passed muster, Todd smiled and bowed.

"Welcome to the Treaty Island of Doonarrala, sir. May I present Leader

Hrrestan, Senior Commandant Prrid, and his aide, Captain Mrrunda?"

Everett Cabot Barnstable was one of the more important delegates of the

conference since he represented Spacedep. There had been a lot of

jockeying to see who would head the military arm of Amalgamated Worlds,

with its huge budget, resources, and manpower.

Barustable, possessed of a strong conservative bent and vast support on

Earth, had finally succeeded. His predecessor, Admiral Landreau, had

been no friend to Doonarrala. Barnstable was known as a decision maker,

a good administrator and negotiator. Todd felt he was a significant

improvement over Landreau, but not entirely perfect. At least,

Doonarrala had had no trouble from Spacedep since he had been in charge;

until now. Barnstable wasn't so reactionary as to favour Human

Separatism, but he was sure to support the inauguration of a base on the

subcontinent: a base that would be as useful to the Hayuman Space Arm as

the Hrruban. Another point which Todd had tried to emphasize in his

contentions. Spacedep had no right on Doonarrala: had always meant

trouble to the community.

And they wanted to invite Spacedep IN?

Barustable accorded his Hrruban opposite numbers a sharp respectful

half-bow, eyeing them as keenly as they did him. Then he gave an odd

convulsive shudder and frowned. "Confound it, I can't believe it's safe

for a body to shift planets so fast. Ten minutes ago I stood on a grid

on Earth, and then I was decanted on Doona."

"It saves time,' Prrid said, lifting his upper lip in a Hrruban grin.

Todd was relieved to see that Barnstable was familiar with the awesome

sight of a Hrruban smile.

"I imagine you do not favour further grid installations on Doonarrala,'

Todd said to Prrid, seizing the opportunity for some subtle indirection.

Prrid's unexpectedly orange eyes regarded him, the pupil slits narrowed

to a thin line.

"Zat will depend, Leader Rrrev. Zat will depend."

"Come now, Reeve,' Admiral Barustable said, turning jocular, "surely you

won t stand in the way of progress.

"If I were certain it was progress. . ." And Todd let his comment

trail off. So Spacedep was, as he anticipated, eager to obtain a

legitimate position on Doonarrala.

"Now, Todd,' Jilamey Landreau said, appearing at Todd's elbow, a-jingle

with the tiny bells sewn in patterns on his stylish motley-coloured

attire, "it's not like you to resist any change which improves this

planet. The more grids, the merrier, what? Think of how many more

people would come to the Snake Hunts,' he added, grinning mischievously.

Then he turned to the Senior Commandant and his aide, "Todd saved my

life on my first Snake Hunt, you know. By the way, Admiral, Commandant,

I represent the grid. - "Save it till later, Jilamey,' Todd said,

grabbing his friend by the elbow and pushing him away from the military

group.

"Oh, I can take a hint,' Jilamey said with mock dismay, marching off

into the conference room with an agitated jingling of his tiny bells.

Todd sighed to himself: it would seem that all his erstwhile friends

were aligned against him. But Jilamey was "grid' mad. If civilians of

either planet could have had matter transmitters, Jilamey Landreau would

have been first in the queue. Perhaps it was as well that the Hrrubans

were so paranoid about their matter transmitters.

To benefit from a trade and space port installation, the Hrrubans would

have to put down grid facilities, probably the largest feasible one,

similar in size to the one they had originally used to transport their

"village' in the earliest days of the Doonan colonization. Todd

couldn't really blame the Hrrubans for wanting a free-trade port.

Their lack of large cargo vessels had mitigated heavily against Hrruban

traders. And Spacedep had persisted in its restrictions on the sale of

Hayuman spacecraft to the Hrruban merchants. The day when the Hrrubans

released information and/or licensed grid matter transmitters to

Hayumans, the Spacedep would lift its embargo on vessel transfers.

Of course, there were grids transporting goods among Hrruban home and

colony worlds but there still didn't seem to be much ore available for

more than small two-or three-man exploration vessels.

"Yo there, Reeve,' said Fred Horstmann, a stout man with fair hair and a

flamboyant gold-trimmed tunic, an independent trader affiliated with

Codep's leading administrator and negotiator, Captain Ali Kiachif.

That wily old skipper was already holding court at the near edge of the

great oval table. Ali had not changed in all the years Todd had known

him, except for a little more grey in his hair and beard.

Some of the lesser lights chatted quietly at the other end of the table.

Lorena Kaldon, with scarlet-dyed hair and a firm pointed chin, was a

banker from one of the major Amalgamated Worlds institutions.

Her presence suggested that the project was favoured by the money

markets and Todd's spirits sank even further. Damn it! Were they that

certain this wretched facility would be approved? And, as her Opposite

number, Hrrouf, a financier from Hrruba, arrived with a pale-pelted

female with a limp air about her belied by scarred ears and forearms,

whom he introduced as Nrrena. Both were moderately broad Stripes,

indicating that they were of good family.

Closely following them was Hrrin, a Rraladoonan from the Third Hrruban

Village, who represented Hrruban independent traders and was an old

friend of Todd's and Hrriss's. The Stripe down his back and tail was

narrower than Hrriss's, and his leonine mane was much darker.

Hrrin had kept his Opinions to himself so he might, indeed, side with

Todd.

Barnstable and the two Hrruban Space Arm delegates moved straight for

the conference table, to check their places.

Old Ali Kiachif caught Todd's eye and winked as he rose to take

Barnstable's outstretched hand. It was too early in the day for a

drink, but Todd could have sworn that the bulge in the old spacer's

tunic pocket was a flask. It probably contained mlada, the Hrruban

native liquor and Kiachif's favorite tipple in this lane of space.

Though Kiachif had only made port a short hour before the conference was

due to start, that was time and enough for him to acquire "needful'

supplies.

Drunk or sober, the old man's mind was sharp, never missing the chance

to turn an advantage his own way, occasionally even supporting the good

of Doonarrala to his detriment. Todd was glad he was there.

But would Ali prove an ally or antagonist? He had every reason to want

better shipping facilities on Doonarrala but he certainly wouldn't want

to give up his edge on interstellar trade.

Todd sighed.

Last to arrive, undoubtedly by design, was Hrrto, Second Speaker for

External Affairs, currently the most senior administrator from

Hrrestan's home world of Hrruba.

This was the first time any of the Speakers had visited Doonarrala since

the First Speaker, Hrruna, had "joined the Ancestral Stripes' Todd knew

that Hrrto, who had not always been as strong a supporter of the Rrala

experiment, was under considerable pressure to make his mark at this

conference.

Rumour had it that he was on the short list of nominees for the post of

First Speaker. He would be caught between his desire to win on his own

merits and the necessity to compare favourably with his late superior in

wisdom and probity. Comparisons were always odious, and even a Second

Speaker from a well-regarded Stripe would not be exempt from them. The

election was not far off, a fact that Todd knew would make Hrrto eager

to conclude the conference as soon as possible so he could devote his

time and energy to domestic matters.

Beside him, but one pace behind Hrrto, walked a female Hrruban in plain

black robes: Hrrto's aide, Mllaba. Her hot yellow-green eyes showed

Todd that her deference was deliberate, but not entirely out of respect

for her employer. Todd found her a curious individual. Hrriss told him

that Mllaba had abstained from cub-bearing, and even companionship, in

her drive to advance a political career. She came from a very broad

Stripe, equal in rank on Hrruba to Hrrestan himself.

Hrrto turned first to Hrrestan and Hrriss, favouring his fellow Hrrubans

with his first words, then came to face Todd.

"Speaker Hrrto, Todd said in High Formal Hrruban, bowing deeply.

"You honour us by your presence.

"Zodd Rrev, I greet you,' Hrrto said, cordially, bowing slightly.

Todd realized with a shock how much older Hrrto seemed. His tawny mane

was almost all silver, and he moved with greater care as if his formal

red robes weighed heavily on his shoulders. "My assistant, Mllaba."

"Honoured,' Todd said.

"It is I who am honrrred,' Mllaba replied in a low, throaty voice.

"Now that all the delegates are assembled,' Todd said, "let us begin."

He nodded at the attendant who folded shut the heavy doors of the

conference room.

Hrrestan politely led Second Speaker to his designated place and bowed

him into it, before taking his own seat.

Hrrin leaped up to move a chair from the row against the wall for

Mllaba. She said nothing, but her tail twitched once before she draped

it demurely to one side instead of sticking it through the gap in the

chair back intended for the Hrruban caudal appendage.

As Todd took his seat, he appreciated the irony that he now presided

over proceedings in this chamber where he and Hrriss had been on trial

for their honour and more.

The ultimate stake that day had been nothing less than the continued

existence of their shared world, DoonaiRrala.

In Todd's estimation, today's deliberations were no less critical and

politically sensitive. Doubly ironic was the fact that this was also

his first chairmanship as Human colony leader and he wanted it against

all odds - to fail!

He glanced around the table, meeting the eyes of friends and

acquaintances, forcing a smile which he hoped would not appear inane or

false.

"Friends,' said Todd. "As co-host of this conclave, I welcome you all

to this vital conference. I have to tell you that I am completely

opposed to the formation of a space port and commercial facility on the

Hrrunatan subcontinent." There was a murmur of surprise at his bald

statement. "I feel strongly, as does my father and our former leader,

Hu Shih, that such an installation is in direct conflict with the

Decision made on Doonarrala thirty three years ago.

"That Decision was ratified in a Treaty nine years ago, setting this

planet aside as a peaceful co existent colony, specifically limited to

an agrarian economy. To install - even at the distance of the

subcontinent - an interstellar complex violates both Decision and

Treaty.

In the light of this prejudice, I turn the meeting over to my co-leader,

Hrrestan." He nodded to Hrrestan at the head of the table and sat down

amidst a buzz of muted comments.

With great dignity, Hrrestan rose, nodding to Todd and holding up his

hands, claws sheathed, to still the murmuring.

"There are many good reasons why the establishment of a separate and

autonomous space port facility on the Hrrunatan subcontinent would

benefit both our species.

With the appropriate safeguards, ensuring the integrity of the work

here,' and he waved his hand to include the Treaty Island, "and what has

been so successful on the main continent of Doonarrala, many of us feel

that there would be no conflict, certainly no abrogation of either

Decision or Treaty to having a free-trade port. We must ensure,' and

now he accorded Todd a respectful bow, "that all reservations and

apprehensions should be discussed and set to rest."

"With respect,' Jilamey said, standing up and bowing to Hrrestan:

motions which set off his minute bells. "I really do believe that this

planet is ideally suited for three separate and diverse installations.

Certainly, it would be much easier to conduct trade in this sector of

the galaxy - expediting,' and now he turned to the Hrrubans, "our

allies' participation, at the moment seriously hampered by a lack of

cargo transport." Sweeping the table with a glance, Jilamey managed to

subtly criticize both Admiral Barnstable's Spacedep for its refusal to

sell Hrrubans larger vessels that could handle the potential volume of

trade and the Hrrubans for refusing to reciprocate by releasing more of

their matter transporters. "I will not, of course, at this point,

mention the crucial need for more grids."

"Thank you for not mentioning that, Jilamey,' Todd said, glaring at him

to keep off a topic that made Barustable, Prrid and the Second Speaker

bristle with irritation.

Hrrestan let the claws on his right hand unsheathe so he could drum them

warningly. Shrugging, Jilamey subsided but there was the faintest smile

on his lips.

"Speaker Hrrto,' Hrrestan said, "are you willing to comment on the

proposed trade centre?" The Second Speaker, absently smoothing the

lapels of his ceremonial robe, rose to his feet. Mllaba, beside him,

sat stiffly erect, ears slightly aslant to catch every word her superior

uttered.

"Hrruban trade and commerce would significantly benefit from such a

facility,' he began, switching his thick hands to a firm and oratorial

hold on the lapels now.

"Due to certain constraints,' and he flicked his left ear and pointedly

did not glance in the Admiral's direction, "only a bare trickle of

Hrruban goods, some urgently sought on Hayuman worlds, manages to reach

its destination. Ze cost is, however, prohibitive and subject to

priorities which make deliveries uncertain. A universal marketplace

would certainly improve industry on Hrruba and open up immense

possibilities of further, mutually productive manufacturing.

Having discussed zis possibility with Hrruban officials in all areas of

business management,' and he held one hand out to Mllaba for a sheaf of

notes which he then brandished as proof of his efforts, "ze majority

would be quite amenable to such a project. With, of course,' and he

held up the sheaf of notes, "safeguards to protect ze existing colony

and ze Zreaty Island from any commercial contamination."

"How large a trade grid will Hrruba install?" Jilamey asked, all but

physically pouncing on Hrrto who recoiled.

"Zat subject has certainly not been discussed as yet, Mr Landreau, Hrrto

said repressively as Hrrestan simultaneously called for order, glaring

at the unrepentant Jilamey.

"What I'd like to know,' Tanarey Smith said, his voice overriding others

wishing to be heard, "is whether or not the construction of such an

installation will be joint?" His expression suggested that it had better

be.

"That question is premature, Mr Smith, Hrrestan said.

"The matter to be discussed is the advisability of such an installation

in the first instance, not who will build it."

"Ze Speakers must be assured zat regulations will follow zose already in

force,' Hrrto began.

"Aw,' Ali Kiachif began, "let's not start that old

keepthe-home-world-sacred stuff."

"Hell's bells,' added Fred Horstmann, "there isn't a space captain worth

his salt, Hayuman or Hrruban, who hasn't a fair idea where each home

world has to be." He caught Hrrto's outraged expression. "Well, you

only have to narrow the Options available, Speaker' "Don't we know each

other well enough now, after thirty-something years,' Tanarey Smith

began, "to forget this nonsense about home world integrity?"

"No!" Second Speaker Hrrto leaped to his feet, the fur on his back

bristling. "Home world integrity is not nonsense.

It is ze most vital point of agreement between our two races and may

not, must not, be abrogated. Never be abrogated."

"So is the Treaty!" Todd couldn't contain himself from saying in a tone

just short of a shout.

"The Treaty stipulates,' Barnstable said, raising his own voice to top

Todd's, "the conditions by which the Doonarrala colony is promulgated.

It says absolutely nothing about that subcontinent nor the use to which

it can be put. The Treaty specifies only the main continent, known as

Doonarrala, and the Treaty Island where observers are permitted and

where any disputes are settled. This isn't a dispute. It's an

expansion."

"Well now, I shouldn't want to see anything violate the Treaty,' Kiachif

said, somehow inserting himself into the discussion. "I seen it start

and don't intend to see it finish.

How about a space station?" And he looked appealingly at Todd.

Though Todd hadn't expected such a suggestion, he welcomed it.

"Space station?"

"Landside free port?"

"Now, wait a minute!"

"I thought the matter under discussion was the use of Hrrunat !"

Appalled, Speaker Hrrto listened to the babble, his increasing outrage

at such lack of courtesy demonstrated by the lash of his tail.

"SILENCE!" Todd belted the word out in such a roar that there was

silence, as much from surprise as to walt until ears stopped ringing.

"You will all be heard in order.

In order, I repeat. We may all know each other very well but that is no

reason to dispense with formality." Even Milaba regarded him with

respect and Second Speaker was mollified.

"Hrrestan "Todd said, turning the meeting over once more to its

chairman.

Having thrown in the suggestion of a space station, Ali Kiachif was

acknowledged by Hrrestan to give particulars.

He was politely heard but when he had finished, five people vied to

follow him.

Discreetly, Hrrestan acknowledged Hrrin who spoke about the benefits to

the burgeoning agrarian economy which could not profitably market its

surplus beyond those few traders who regularly reprovisioned at the

present small, and totally inadequate space base. More people could be

accommodated at a land base than a space station: therefore the agronomy

of Doonarrala would certainly benefit more from a facility at The

Hrrunat.

Lorena rose to speak for a space facility where the integrity of the

colony would not be at risk. But, as she was speaking for bankers who

would profit from either venture, she chose to fall on the side of the

more expensive installation. Hrrouf, in terser language but with a

thick accent, appeared to corroborate her statements on the Hrruban

behalf.

Fred Horstmann wanted to be heard on the matter of the frail safety of a

space station whereas a land port wasn't half as vulnerable and

furthermore could accommodate simultaneously far more vessels and cargo

at a considerably lower cost.

"Costs could be reduced even further with the use of the bigger grids,'

Jilamey interjected, causing the Admiral and the Hrruban commandant to

erupt in protest.

"Jilamey!" Todd said again, using his penetrating voice to cut through

the rising level of peripheral conversations, one more word about grid

and you are o.u.t. Out!" Jilamey's unrepentant shrug was on the order

of neverhurts-to-try.

"I don't like griding around,' Barnstable snapped out, his crisp voice

ringing in the big chamber, "and a big one wouldn't be any easier to

endure than a small one.

Brr! At least with a ship, you know where you are and how you got

there." One of his ice-white brows lowered slightly as he turned in

Second Speaker's direction. "But I would like to take this occasion,

face to face, to ask the honourable Senior Commandant Prrid and the

honoured Second Speaker why the Himbans won't trust us with grid

technology." Hrrto's eyes gleamed and the fur at the back of his neck

bristled. Todd prepared to stand up and dive in.

"All I am prepared to say is zat it is not a question of trust,

Admiral,' said Prrid. Second Speaker merely bowed to second that

comment and turned his head resolutely from Barnstable.

"But will you say whether or not - if this project goes through there

would be a large grid at a free-trade port?" Jilamey asked.

"No more will be discussed about ze grrrids,' Second Speaker said with

such finality that Jilamey subsided. "We discuss ze advisability of a

free-trade space port on Ze Hrrunat."

"Then let us get down to the nitty-gritty,' Ali Kiachif said. "The size

of the place, its organization: will it be jointly administered . 9'

"Of course!' Mrrunda said emphatically.

Ali grinned at him. "Of course!

Hrrto grumbled out a growl, shifting himself to face the old captain.

"Hrruban trade has been at a disadvantage zat would be remedied by such

a facility. I am instructed to make suitable arrangements." So, Todd

thought to himself, no reprieve was forthcoming from the Hrruban side.

How was he going to delay the matter? A glance at the massive

old-fashioned long case clock in the corner of the room gave him the

excuse he needed.

"Let us adjourn for lunch before we have to deal with details,' Todd

suggested, glancing about the table.

"There's a splendid sampling of the local dishes, both Hrruban and

Hayuman for your pleasure. If you will follow me?" Not every one of the

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