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"Huh?"
"Objects going."
As McKie blinked, the arm and whip snapped out of his view accompanied by a sharp crack of exploding air.
"Do the Taprisiots work in any way similar to what you do transporting things?" McKie asked.
"Message transportation minor energy level," the Caleban said. "Beautybarbers even more minor."
"I guess so," McKie said. "Well, never mind. There's the little matter of my friend, Alichino Furuneo, though. You sent him home, I believe?"
"Correct."
"You sent him to the wrong home."
"Creatures possess only one home."
"We sentients have more than one home."
"But I view co
McKie felt the wash of radiant objection from the Caleban, steadied himself. "No doubt," he said. "But he has another home right here on Cordiality."
"Astonishment fills me."
"Probably. The question remains, can you correct this situation?"
"Explain situation."
"Can you send him to his home on Cordiality?"
Pause then, "That place not his home."
"But can you send him there?"
"You wish this?"
"I wish it."
"Your friend converses through a Taprisiot."
"Ahhh," McKie said. "You can listen in on his conversation, then?"
"Message content not available. Co
"What species?"
"One you label PanSpechi."
"What'd happen if you sent Furuneo to . . . his home here on Cordiality right now?"
"Shattering of co
"You sent him?"
"But co
"He's here on Cordiality right now?"
"He occupies place not his home."
"I hope we're together on that."
"Your friend," the Caleban said, "desires presence with you."
He wants to come here?"
"Correct."
"Well, why not? All right, bring him."
"What purpose arises from friend's presence in my home?"
"I want him to stay with you and watch for Abnethe while I attend to other business."
"McKie?"
"Yes."
"You possess awareness that presence of yourself or other of your kind prolongs impingement of myself upon your wave?"
"That's fine."
"Your presence foreshortens flogging."
"I suspected as much."
"Suspected?"
"I understand!"
"Understanding probable. Co
"I can't tell you how happy that makes me," McKie said.
"You wish friend brought?"
"What's Furuneo doing?"
"Furuneo exchanges communication with . . . assistant."
"I can imagine."
McKie shook his head from side to side. He could sense the morass of misunderstanding around every attempt at communication here. No way to steer clear of it. No way at all. At the very moment when they thought they had achieved closest communication, right then they could be widest of the mark.
"When Furuneo concludes his conversation, bring him," McKie said. He hunched back against the wall. Gods of the underworld! The heat was almost unbearable. Why did Calebans require such heat? Maybe the heat represented something else to a Caleban, a visible wave form, perhaps, serving some function other sentients couldn't begin to understand.
McKie felt then that he was engaged in an exchange of worthless noises here - shadow sounds. Reason had gone, swinging from planet to planet. He and the Caleban were striking false bargains, trying to climb out of chaos. If they failed, death would take away all the i
A wave of relatively cold air told McKie that Furuneo had arrived. McKie turned, saw the planetary agent sprawled beside him and just begi
"For the love of reason!" Furuneo shouted. "What're you doing to me?"
"I needed the fresh air," McKie said.
Furuneo peered at him. "What?"
"Glad to see you," McKie said.
"Yeah?" Furuneo brought himself to a squatting position beside McKie. "You have any idea what's just happened to me?"
"You've been to Landy-B," McKie said.
"How'd you know? Was that your doing?"
"Slight misunderstanding," McKie said. "Landy-B's your home."
"It is not!"
"I'll leave you to argue that with Fa
"I barely got it going before you . . ."
"Yes, but you've started it?"
"I've started it."
"Good. Fa
"Co
"Good girl."
"I'd almost forgotten how hot it was in here," Furuneo said, mopping his forehead. "So I can summon people. What else?"
"You watch for Abnethe."
"And?"
"The instant she and one of her Palenki floggers make an appearance, you get a holoscan record of everything that happens. You do have your toolkit?"
"Of course."
"Fine. While you're sca
"She'll probably close the door as soon as she sees what I'm doing."
"Don't count on it. Oh, one thing."
"Yes?"
"You're my teaching assistant."
"Your what?"
McKie explained about the Caleban's agreement.
"So she can't get rid of us without violating the terms of her contract with Fa
"No. I want you and Fa
"Co
"Co
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"You might take that as another subject: Try to discover the reason for all this heat."
"If I don't melt first. Where'll you be?"
"Hunting - provided Fa
"You're not making sense."
"Right. But I'll try to make tracks - if Fa
"Ahhh," Furuneo said. "You could walk into a trap."
"Maybe. Fa
"Explain listening."
"Never mind!"
"But mind possesses ever!"
McKie closed his eyes, swallowed, then, "Fa
"Explain conclu . . ."
"Are you aware?" McKie bellowed.
"Amplification contributes little to communication," the Caleban said. "I possess desired awareness - presumably."
"Presumably," McKie muttered, then, "Can you send me to a place near Abnethe where she will not be aware of me, but where I can be aware of her?"
"Negative."
"Why not?"
"Specific injunction of contract."
"Oh." McKie bent his head in thought, then, "Well, can you send me to a place where I might become aware of Abnethe through my own efforts?"
"Possibility. Permit examination of co
McKie waited. The heat was a tangible thing inside the Beachball, a solid intrusion on his senses. He saw it was already begi
"I saw my mother," Furuneo said, noting McKie's attention.
"That's great," McKie said.
"She was swimming with friends when the Caleban dumped me right in the pool with them. The water was wonderful."
"They were surprised, no doubt."
"They thought it was a great joke. I wish I knew how that S'eye system works."
"You and a billion billion others. The energy requirement gives me the chills."
"I could use a chill right now. You know, that's one weird sensation - standing one minute talking to old friends, the next instant yakking at empty air here on Cordiality. What do you suppose they think?"