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bright light revealing things he had never guessed. "...I don't know, Trixia. You know we Qeng Ho can sound pretty, um, arrogant when the customers are out of earshot."
    Trixia looked away from him for a second, stared out at strange quaint rooms that had been her family's home on Triland. "Qeng Ho arrogance turned my world upside down, Ezr. Your Captain Park busted open the school system, opened up the Forestry....And it was just a side effect."
    "We didn't force anyone—"
    "I know. You didn't force anyone. The Forestry wanted a stake in this mission, and delivering certain products was your price of admission." She was smiling oddly. "I'm not complaining, Ezr. Without Qeng Ho arrogance I would never have been allowed into the Forestry's screening program. I wouldn't have my doctorate, and I wouldn't be here. You Qeng Hoare gougers, but you are also one of the nicer things that has happened to my world."
    Ezr had been in coldsleep till the last year at Triland. The Customer details weren't that clear to him, and before tonight Trixia had not been especially talkative about them. Hmm. Only one marriage proposal per Msec; he had promised her no more, but...He opened his mouth to say—
    "Wait, you! I'm not done. The reason for saying all this now is that I have to convince you: There is arrogance and arrogance, and I can tell the difference. The people at that dinner sounded more like tyrants than traders."
    "What about the servers? Did they look like downtrodden serfs?"
    "...No...more like employees. I know that doesn't fit. But we aren't seeing all the Emergents' people. Maybe the victims are elsewhere. But either through confidence or blindness, Tomas Nau left their pain posted all over the walls." She glared at his questioning look. "The paintings, damn it!"
    Trixia had made a slow stroll of leaving the banquet hall, admiring each painting in turn. They were beautiful landscapes, either of groundside locations or very large habitats. Every one was surreal in lighting and geometry, but precise down to the detail of individual threads of grass. "Normal, happy people didn't make those pictures."
    Ezr shrugged. "It looked to me like they were all done by the same person. They're so good, I'll bet they're reproductions of classics, like Deng's Canberran castlescapes." A manic-depressive contemplating his barren future. "Great artists are often crazy and unhappy."
    "Spoken like a true Trader!"
    He put his other hand across hers. "Trixia, I'm not trying to argue with you. Until this banquet, I was the untrusting one."
    "And you still are, aren't you?" The question was intense, with no sign of playful intent.
    "Yes," though not as much as Trixia, and not for the same reasons. "It's just a little too reasonable of the Emergents to share half the haul from their heavy lifters." There must have been some hard bargaining behind that. In theory, the academic brainpower that the Qeng Ho had brought was worth as much as a few heavy lifters, but the equation was subtle and difficult to argue. "I'm just trying to understand what you saw, and what I missed....Okay, suppose things are as dangerous as you see them. Don't you think Captain Park and the Committee are on to that?"
    "So what do they think now? Watching your fleet officers on the return taxi, I got the feeling people are pretty mellow about the Emergents now."
    "They're just happy we got a deal. I don't know what the people on the Trading Committee think."
    "You could find out, Ezr. If this banquet has fooled them, you could demand some backbone. I know, I know: You're an apprentice; there are rules and customs and blah blah blah. But your Familyowns this expedition!"
    Ezr hunched forward. "Just a part of it." This was also the first time she'd ever made anything of the fact. Until now both of them—Ezr, at least—had been afraid of acknowledging that difference in status. They shared the deep-down fear that each might simply be taking advantage of the other. Ezr Vinh's parents