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on the neat brown bottle in the cold chest. She flipped the top off and let the midbrown brew slowly descend into an appropriate beaker. The malty scent that rose to her nostrils suggested good things to come. And about time, too, she said, scooping up a random selection of nibbles and sinking into the nearest comfortable seat. To absent friends! She lifted her beaker high then took her first sip. She regarded the brew with respect and delight. Could Bascum possibly have come from Yarra? she asked herself. This might not be so bad an assignment after all! Chapter 6 By the time the quick Optherian sunset had finished its evening display, Killashandra had sampled nine beverages, wishing she had someone with whom to share the largesse, especially since there was a prohibition against it. Which brought Corish to mind, and that mythical uncle of his. Unless she could discover how much surveillance she would be having from her discreet quartette and how easy it would be to outwit it she didnt want to risk meeting him. Would they think it odd if she left a message in at the Piper Facility? Corish had considerably piqued her curiosity and she was somewhat motivated by a desire to show him that two could play the exploitation gambit. Someone tapped on her apartment door and, when Mirbethan entered on her permission, Killashandra caught the shade of uncertainty in the Optherians manner. Since youre not accompanied by any priss-mouthed ancients, you are welcome. And if that excuse for a meal is a state dinner here, no wonder youre a lean bunch. Mirbethan flushed. Since Elder Pentrom graciously accepted our invitation, we are obliged to cater to his dietary preferences. Didnt Elder Ampris mention this to you? He failed to put me in the know. However. all this, and Killashandra waved expansively at the beverage tables load, makes up for that deficiency, though solid food would assist my investigations There was no time to show you the catering facility. Mirbethan glided to one of the discreet wall cabinets. Its doors opened on a catering unit. Alcoholic beverages are not included. Students have a distressing aptitude for breaking restricted codes. Killashandra decided that she merely thought she detected a note of tolerant humor in Mirbethans voice. That is why we have supplied you with a sampling of the available intoxicants. In spite of Elder Pentrom. Mirbethan cast her eyes distorted image on digital camera downward. Tell me, Mirbethan, would you happen to know if Bascum the brewmaster originated from the planet Yarra? Bascum? Mirbethan looked up, startled, and confused. When Killashandra waved the long-emptied bottle at her, she blushed. Oh, that Bascum. Now she glided to a second ornate cabinet which opened into a full size terminal, and a panel in the wall slid aside to reveal a large screen. She typed an entry as Killashandra made a private wager. Why, how under the suns did you know? The best brewmasters in the galaxy hail from that planet. I havent sampled everything yet, Killashandra went on, but I shall be very well suited indeed if youll undertake to keep me supplied with Bascums brew. As you require, Guildmember. But for now, the concert is about to start in the Red Hall. Only the single manual organ, but the performer was last years prize winner. Killashandra was tempted, but she was a shade hungrier and drier than she liked to be. The Elders are present? When Mirbethan solemnly nodded, Killashandra sighed deeply. Convey my apologies on the grounds of travel fatigue and the stress of metabolic readjustment after the assault and the wound. Killashandra ran the silk up her arm, exposing her shoulder where only a thin red line gave evidence of an injury. Mirbethans eyes widened significantly and then, with a subtle shift, she inclined a bow to Killashandra. Your apologies will be conveyed. Call code MBT 14 if you require any further assistance from myself, Thyrol. Pirinio, or Polabod. Killashandra wished her a pleasant evening and Mirbethan withdrew. As soon as the door had closed on the woman, Killashandra discarded her languor and made for the catering unit. Once again, Optherian peculiarities inhibited her, for when she called up a menu, there was no scrolling of delectable, mouthwatering selections but a set dinner, with only three choices for the main course. She opted for all three, and immediately the catering unit queried her. She repeated her request and, when the unit wanted to know how many were dining, she tapped in three. At which point the unit informed her that the apartment was recorded as having a single occupant. She replied that she had guests. Their names and codes were required. She responded with the names of Elders Pentrom and Ampris, codes unknown. The food was promptly dispensed, two of the meager servings that she had observed in the dining hall. Fortunately the third one was substantial