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heard that you would be an antelope, and that so far is the only correct informa- tion. You are Mr. Brazil, are you not?" "I am," Brazil replied. "The male is Mr. Vamett, the female with breasts is Page 178 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Wuju, and the undeveloped female is Vardia. We did, after all, have to come through Ivrom. That, in itself, is an accomplishment, I should think to have come through unaltered would have been a miracle." "Quite," nodded the Ghlmonese. "But we had no doubt you would come through, although there's been hell to pay for the three days you disappeared. We figured you'd been bewitched, and started moving some diplomatic mountains to find who had you." "Then that bewitching stuff wasn't part of Ortega's tricks?" Brazil responded. "He seemed awfully confi- dent we'd get through." "Oh, no, he figured that you would get stuck," the duke replied casually- "But we of Ghlmon are more adept at the arts than those filthy savages in Ivrom. It was only a matter of finding you. We already had the other party, so nothing was disturbed no matter how long it took." 290 "So what's the next move now?" Brazil asked calmly. "Oh, you'll be my guests for the night, of course," the duke said warmly. "Tomorrow, we'll get you on a sandshark express and take you to the capital at Ood- likm, where you will link up with Ortega and the other party. From that point it will be Ortega's show, al- though we'll be watching." Brazil nodded. "This game is getting so crowded you need a scorecard." He provided a running transla- tion of the conversation so that the others could follow what was going on. Finally the creature's pipe went out, and it tapped the bowl and shook out the last re- mains of whatever it had been smoking. It smelled like gunpowder. "Places have been prepared for you," the duke told them. "Ready to go? It's not far." "Do we have a choice?" Brazil retorted. The little dinosaur got that hurt look again, "Of course! You may go back across the border, or jump in the ocean. But, if you plan to stay in Ghlmon, you will do what we wish." "Fair enough," the stag replied. "Lead on." They followed the little dinosaur along the beach in silence for a little over a kilometer. There, by the side of the sea, a huge tent of canvas or something very similar had been erected. A flag was flying from the tent's center mast. Several Ghlmonese stood around nearby, and tried not to look bored to death. Two by the tent flap snapped to attention as the duke approached, and he nodded approvingly. "Every- thing ready?" he asked. "The table is set. Your Grace," one replied, "Every- thing should be suitable." The duke nodded and the sentry held back the flap so he could enter and kept it open for the others to pass through. Inside, the place looked like something out of a medieval textbook. The floor was covered with thick carpeting like a handwoven mosaic. Actually made up of hundreds of small rugs, it looked like a colorful series of lumps. In the center was a long, low wooden table with strange-smelling dishes on it. There were no chairs, but 291 the human members of the party were quickly provided with rolls of blankets or rugs that propped them up enough to make things comfortable. "Simple, but it will have to do," the duke said, al- most apologetically. "You will find the food compatible Page 179 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Ambassador Ortega was most helpful here. We didn't expect you in these forms, of course, but there should be no problem. Pity you couldn't be entertained in the castle, but that is impossible, I fear." "Where is your castle?" Brazil asked. "I haven't seen any structures but this one." "Down below, of course," the duke replied. "Ghlmon wasn't always like this. It changed, very slowly, over thousands of years. As the climate became progressively drier, we realized that we couldn't fight the sand, so we learned to live beneath it. Air pumps, constantly manned by skilled workmen, keep the air coming in from vents to the surface which crews keep clear. Sort of like living under the ocean in domes, as I have heard is done elsewhere- The desert's our ocean more than you think. We can swim in it, albeit slowly, and follow guide wires from one spot to an- other, coming up here only to travel long distances." Brazil translated, and Vardia asked, "But where does the food come from? Surely nothing grows here." "We are basically carnivores," the duke explained after the translation of the question. "Lots of creatures exist in the sand, and many are domesticated. Water is easy the original streams still exist, only they now run underground, along the bedrock. The vegetable dishes here are for your benefit. We always keep some growing in greenhouses down under for guests." They ate, continuing the conversation. Brazil, not knowing how much the Ghlmonese were actually in on the expedition, carefully avoided any information in that direction, and it was neither asked for nor brought up by his host. After eating, the duke bade them farewell. "There's a good deal of straw over there for padding if you can't sleep on the rug," he told them. "I know you're tired and won't disturb you. You have a long journey start- ing tomorrow." Vardia and Vamett found soft places near the side 292 of the tent and were asleep in minutes. Wuju tried to join them, but lay there awake for what seemed like hours. Her insomnia upset her she was tired, ach- ing, and uncomfortable, yet she couldn't sleep. The torches had been extinguished, but she could make out Brazil's large form in the gloom near the entrance. Painfully, she got up and walked over to him. He wasn't asleep either, she saw- His head turned as she approached. "What's the matter?" he asked. "I I dunno," she replied hesitantly. "Can't sleep. You?" "Just thinking," he said, an odd, almost sad tone in his electronic voice. "About what?" "This world. This expedition. Us not just the two of us, all of us. It's ending, Wuju. No beginnings any- more, just endings." She looked at him strangely in the darkness, not comprehending his meaning. Unable to pursue it, she changed the subject. "What's going to happen to us, Nathan?" she asked. "Nothing. Everything. Depends on who you are," he replied cryptically. "You'll see what I mean. You've had a particularly rough time, Wuju. But you're a sur- vivor. Tough. You deserve to enjoy life a little." He shifted uncomfortably, then continued. "Just out of curiosity, if you had a choice, if you could return to our sector of the universe as anything or anybody you wanted to be, what would you choose?" She thought for a minute. 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