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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Under the white," he pointed to the shield aloft, "we assemble to hear many things. But now come two tongues to speak where once there was but one father of a clan. Tell us, outlanders, which of you must we now hark to in truth?" He looked from Van Rycke to the I-S representative. The Cargo-master from the Queen did not reply. He stared across the circle at the Company man. Dane waited eagerly.
Jellico leaned back in his chair and stretched. Long years of close friendship had taught him that his Cargo-master was to be trusted with not only the actual trading and cargo tending, but could also think them out of some of the tangles which could not be solved by his own direct action methods.
But Weeks had never shown his work before and now he had an artist's supreme pleasure of completely confounding his shipmates. The Cargo-master returned to the business on hand first. "You're willing to transfer these to 'cargo'?" he asked briskly. "How many do you have?" Weeks, now lifting a third and then a fourth tray from the box, replied without looking up. "Two hundred.
"Captain Grange will see you right away " the Eysie Cargo-master was beginning when Van Rycke met him with a quelling stare. "If you poachers have anything to say you say it at the Queen and to Captain Jellico," he stated flatly and started on.
But there he lingered, waiting for Van Rycke, the Cargo-master of the spacer and his immediate superior. It was early morning and now that he was out of the confinement of the ship the fresh morning winds cut about him, rippling through the blue-green grass forest beyond, to take much of his momentary irritation with them.
They had left the trade enclosure of the Salariki barely three-quarters of an hour ago. But below now stood the bebadged Captain of the I-S ship and his Cargo-master. "I want to speak to your Captain " snarled the Eysie officer.
With some hesitation he knocked at the panel and did not step in until he had Van Rycke's muffled invitation. The Cargo-master was stretched on the bunk, two of the take off straps already fastened across his bulk as if he intended to sleep through the blast-off. "Sinbad, sir. Shall I stow him?"
He had not climbed to his present status of expert Cargo-master by overlooking anything at all. Now he gave an order: "Take an equalizer " Dane reached for his belt pouch, flushing, fiercely determined inside himself, that no matter how smells warred about him that day, he was not going to let it bother him.
Dane heard the pad of his feet on the ladder apparently the cub was making sure of escape with his precious find. But the Cargo-master apprentice was frowning. As far as he could see there were only five of the plants. "That's all the catnip you have?" Mura tucked Sinbad under his arm and shooed Dane before him out of the hydro. "There was no need to grow more.
When the Cargo-master came back he was followed by two servants bearing between them a chest. But there was something in Van Rycke's attitude, apparent to those who knew him best, that proclaimed he was not too well pleased with his morning's work.
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