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traveling with sealed eyelids after being thoroughly searched.’
    ‘Regrettable is this necessity to keep the whereabouts of our delegation secret,’ Cynbe agreed. ‘But your fanatics—’ The last word was a tone-and-a-half glissando carrying more scorn than Heim would have believed possible.
    ‘Yes.’ The man braced himself. ‘In your civilization, the populace is better … controlled.’ I
haven’t quite the nerve to say ‘domesticated’, but I hope he gets my meaning
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    Cynbe’s laughter ran like springtime rain. ‘You are a marksman, Captain.’ He advanced with a movement that made cats look clumsy. ‘Would your desire be to walk my forest as we discuss? You are maychance not enrolled with the few humans who set ever a foot upon Alerion.’
    ‘No, my lord, I’m sorry to say I haven’t had the pleasure. Yet.’
    Cynbe halted. For a moment, in the darkling light, they regarded each other. And Heim could only think how fair the Aleriona was.
    The long-legged, slightly forward-leaning body, 150 centimetres tall, its chest as deep and waist as spare as a greyhound’s, the counterbalancing tail never quite at rest, he admired in abstraction. How the sleek silvery fur sparkled with tiny points of light; how surely the three long toes of either digitigrade foot took possession of the ground; how graciously the arms gestured; how proudly the slim neck lifted. The humans were rare who could have dressed like Cynbe, in a one-piece garment of metallic mesh, trimmed at throat and wrists and ankles with polished copper. It revealed too much.
    The head, though, was disturbing. For the fur ended at the throat, and Cynbe’s face – marble-hued, eyes enormous below arching brows, nose small, lips vividly red, wide cheekbones and narrow chin – could almost have been a woman’s. Not quite: there were differences of detail, and the perfection was inhuman. Down past the pointed ears, along the back and halfway to the end of the tail, rushed a mane of hair, thick, silken fine, the color of honey and gold. A man who looked overly long at that face risked forgetting the body.
    And the brain, Heim reminded himself.
    A blink of nictitating membrane dimmed briefly the emerald of Cynbe’s long-lashed feline eyes. Then he smiled, continued his advance, laid a hand on Heim’s arm. Three double-jointedfingers and thumb closed in a gentle grip. ‘Come,’ the Aleriona invited.
    Heim went along, into the murk under the trees. ‘My lord,’ he said in a harshened tone, ‘I don’t want to waste your time. Let’s talk business.’
    ‘Be our doings as you choose, Captain.’ Cynbe’s free hand stroked across a phosphorescent branch.
    ‘I’m here on behalf of the New Europeans.’
    For the mourned dead? We have repatriated the living, and indemnified they shall be.’
    ‘I mean those left alive on the planet. Which is nearly all of them.’
    ‘Ah-h-h-h,’ Cynbe breathed.
    ‘Senator Twyman must have warned you I’d bring the subject up.’
    ‘Truth. Yet assured he the allegation is unbelieved.’
    ‘Most of his side don’t dare believe it. Those who do, don’t dare admit it.’
    ‘Such accusations could imperil indeed the peace negotiations.’ Heim wasn’t sure how much sardonicism lay in the remark. He stumbled on something unseen, cursed, and was glad to emerge from the bosket, on to a little patch of lawn starred with flowers. Ahead rose the inner wall, where some hundred books were shelved, not only the tall narrow folios of Alerion but a good many ancient-looking Terrestrial ones. Heim couldn’t make out the titles. Nor could he see far past the archway into the next room of the suite; but somewhere a fountain was plashing.
    He stopped, faced the other squarely, and said: ‘I have proof that New Europe was not scrubbed clean of men – in fact, they retreated into the mountains and are continuing resistance to your occupation force. The evidence is in a safe place’ –
Goodness, aren’t we