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scientist. But her crewmembers would be quick to gossip. Before this happened she had to seek out Lanefenuu, the Eistaa of Ikhalmenets, to report everything that she knew, everything that she had seen. It was a burden for an eistaa not for her and she yearned to be free of it.
    While Akotolp climbed slowly down, Vaintè waited on the scarred wood of the dockside, her nostril flaps open wide to the drifting smells of the city, almost forgotten during the days at sea. Pungent odor of fish, warm breath of fargi, hints of decay from the undergrowth, while over it all lay the lush embrace of the growing city itself. Unexpected pleasure to be ashore moved through her body.
    "Truly felt, Vaintè, and I share your emotion," Akotolp said as she came wide-mouthed to her side.
    Esetta<, held firmly by the wrist, looked around at the city with interest—though he shied away with Winter in Eden - Harry Harrison
    quick fear when Vaintè took his other arm. Vaintè felt pleasure at this reaction and squeezed both of her thumbs together harder than she need. In this way they proceeded toward the main avenue leading into Ikhalmenets. Fargi turned to look at them with eye-widened interest and soon joined together and walked in a train behind. Vaintè examined her followers with one backward-turned eye, then signalled for attention.
    "Whichever of you is with perfection-of-speaking and knowledge-of-city come forward."
    There was a milling about as the gap-mouth youngsters in front pushed back with fear of confrontation.
    They were shoved aside by an older fargi.
    "From one below to her highest with male attached. I have some knowledge and wish to be of aid."
    "You know where the hanalè is?"
    "The location is known to me."
    "Lead us."
    The fargi, swollen with importance, waddled quickly to the fore and the procession wound its way along the avenue. Large boughs overhung it, providing protection from the sun, but the cool north wind made the sun desirable. They proceeded along the sunlit strip to one side, to a great structure with a sealed door.
    Two fargi, holding dried and preserved hèsotsan as symbols of their status, stood before it.
    "Summon the esekasak who is in charge of all affairs here," Vaintè ordered. The guards writhed with inferior confusion until Vaintè snapped a clarification to the command.
    "That one will go; that one will remain on guard."
    The esekasak radiated lack-of-knowledge of arrival and willingness-to-obey when she appeared and saw them waiting. Vaintè, every movement of her body demanding obedience and respect, addressed her.
    "Here is a new male for your loyal protection. We will bring him into the entrance for you."
    Once inside, with the heavy door closed behind them, they could not be overheard.
    "This is what must be done," Vaintè said. "This is Esetta< and he has just crossed the ocean from a far city. He is tired and needs rest. He also needs privacy-without-end until your eistaa commands different.
    You will bring his meat and he will speak only to you. If you are asked who issued these orders, you will say that Vaintè has done this. Do you understand?"
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    "Great Vaintè crossed the ocean to be eistaa in a distant city," Akotolp said, humbly and proudly, deliberately speaking of things past in such a manner a listener might consider them things present as well. Vaintè appreciated the adroit assistance.
    "As Vaintè has ordered—so shall it be," the esekasak said instantly, signalled request for permission to leave, then took Esetta< away as soon as she received it. Esetta< knew better than to express the hatred and fear of the recent events that he felt, instead he looked about at the warm security of the hanalè and let his motions show pleasure-at-arrival—which was certainly true enough.
    There was still a small crowd of fargi waiting outside; nothing new had caught their attention and they waited dimly at the site of their last interesting observation. The older one