LITMIR.BIZ

       ONE

      ‘Excuse me, please?’

      The many-fingered arms of the Kerugi reminded Ki of a fringed shawl. It turned solemn grey-white eye specks on her. The symbiotic Olo twined about the Kerugi’s shoulders lifted its head and neck sinuously. Its mobile lips writhed around its little monkey mouth as it asked, ‘Did you require something of us?’

      ‘Yes.’ Ki fumbled, trying to decide which set of eyes to look into as she spoke. ‘I’m looking for a Kerugi inn, built right next to a weaving hive.’

      The squat Kerugi stood motionless while the Olo wrinkled its tiny brow in concentration. Ki waited patiently.

      ‘Look on any street in Dyal. We always build our inns near hives. It is good business,’ the Olo finally translated for her.

      ‘So I’ve found. I am seeking a face-scarred Human male, with dark hair and eyes. He said he would meet me in the Kerugi inn at Dyal that is built right by a weaving hive.’

      Again there was a long pause as the Olo wrinkled its simian features. Its furry coils rippled as it relayed her words and got the Kerugi’s reply.

      ‘We cannot be of much help to you. There are many hives and many inns in Dyal. The Human male should have given you better directions.’

      ‘My thoughts exactly. I thank you for your time, and for having speech with me.’

      Ki waited politely until her reply had been relayed to the Kerugi. The Olo offered her welcome and farewell. The Kerugi with its Olo waddled off.

      Ki scanned the length of the street. She had lost count of how many inns she had checked; but there was another of the tall pointed structures that housed a Kerugi inn in its shadow. She trudged toward it, trying not to breathe the fine dry dust that hung in the city streets like fog. The heat of summer filled the bowl of Dyal Valley as if winter would never come, yet she knew that in another moon the streets of this city would be flowing mud and blowing wind.

      A motley crowd moved through the early evening air. It was mostly Kerugi, with here and there a scuttling T’cherian or a striding Human breaking the pace of the traffic. A tall Brurjan in guard harness hulked past Ki, and she felt her belly muscles tighten as his shadow fell across her. If Dyal made a practice of hiring Brurjan guards, these streets would be safe after dark. Ki knew of no creature that would willingly cross a Brurjan. Hastily she stepped up onto a planked veranda that fronted the inn. Stooping, she swept the door slats to one side and peered within. Damn the man. He wasn’t in this one, either.

      She wrinkled her nose against the odors of the common room. A drunken tinker and his drinking companions were the only Human inhabitants. Kerugi huddled in clusters around the low feeding vats, Olos twined on their shoulders, twittering to one another in their own tongue. Ki watched in distaste as one of the Kerugi shuffled up to a vacant vat and, with a grunt, expelled its digestive tendrils from a slitlike aperture in its belly. A T’cherian server scuttled over to upend a jug over the vat, slopping thick brownish porridge over the Kerugi’s digestive tendrils. The flatulent odor of the room increased.

      Ki sighed and entered the inn, the door slats chattering behind her. She’d have food and a cold drink before checking the rest of the inns in Dyal. If she had realized how Dyal had grown since she last had delivered freight here, she would have demanded more specific directions from Vandien. ‘That Kerugi inn at Dyal’ had seemed a sufficient description. Who could have predicted that hordes of the tiny-fingered weaver folk would have moved to Dyal?

      ‘Carrion crows and horny old hags they are!’ the tinker bellowed out suddenly. Ki eyed him warily. He was a disreputable-looking fellow. His face was sun browned, his eyes pale, his hair dusty as though he had just brought his wagonload of pots into town. A gelid pot belly cushioned him against the table, though he gestured with hands that seemed, beneath their grime, capable and strong. Once he might have been a handsome man, but age and the laxity of drink had brought a droop to his face, a sag to his lips and jowls, and leached the brightness from his eyes.

      The tinker’s eyes leaped and fastened on Ki’s. She jerked her gaze away, shamed to be caught staring like a mannerless child. She crossed the room hastily, her dusty skirts whipping against travel-stained boots. Nervously she glanced about, seeking a table as far as possible from drunken tinkers and Kerugi with their twittering symbiots. But instead of a table, a low doorway

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