But none of the slaves working here had a single thing to gain by helping him out. In fact, it could well be exactly the opposite. 'Won't you get in trouble?' he asked. 'I mean, that Brummga wanted me to sweat all day.'
'Maybe that's what he wanted,' Maerlynn said. 'What he said was that you had to bring in a full bowl of berries if you wanted to eat. He never said you had to fill the bowl yourself.'
'But that's what he meant,' Jack argued. 'Don't get me wrong—I appreciate the help. But I don't want to get you into trouble.'
Maerlynn smiled, an oddly sad look on her face. 'We're already slaves, Jack,' she said gently. 'How much worse trouble could we be in?'
Lots worse, the obvious answer flashed through Jack's mind. But for once in his life, he had the sense to keep his mouth shut. These people all knew the risk they were taking for him. They were taking it anyway. 'Thank you,' he murmured instead.
'We have to stick together,' Maerlynn said quietly. 'If we don't look out for each other, who else will?'
'No one, I guess,' Jack said, thinking about what Lisssa had said once about charity and looking out for yourself.
Lisssa herself, naturally, was nowhere to be seen.
'So let's get a move on,' Maerlynn said firmly. 'It's our day off. Let's get this finished and go relax.'
With all those hands, and with only one bowl to fill, they were done in less than half an hour. 'And that's that,' Maerlynn said as Jack dropped in the final handful. Right to the line, he confirmed with a sort of guilty satisfaction, and not a single berry over.
'Now we'll put them inside the hut, under your bed, until the Brummgas come to pick them up,' Maerlynn said as they all trooped back to the colony. The place was starting to come alive, Jack noted, with several of the slaves moving about.
'And then we'll be done for the day.'
'So what does everyone do on Tenthday?' Jack asked. 'Aside from laundry, I mean,' he added as he spotted a pair of Compfrin females carrying grimy-looking bundles.
'In the morning we mostly just rest,' Noy said, pausing to cough. That cough had been getting worse all morning, Jack had noted uneasily. It was starting to sound wet, too, as if fluid was gathering in his lungs. 'In the afternoon we usually play games,' the boy went on. 'Some of the grownups like to carve or make things out of wood.'
'There are often repairs that need to be attended to,' Maerlynn said. 'Beds sometimes fall apart, or some of the cooking or serving equipment breaks. The Brummgas aren't very good about maintaining this end of their land.'
'You like chopball?' Greb asked. 'We're going to play some later.'
'Haven't ever played,' Jack said. 'But I had an idea for something else we might do. You said you and your brother had your hatchday coming up, right?'
'Right,' Grib said. 'We'll be sixteen. Almost adults.'
'We're already molting,' Greb added proudly, running a finger across his chest.
'We should have all our adult feathers before we're seventeen.'
'A lot of Jantris don't even start getting their feathers until they're seventeen,' Grib said. 'That's what Maerlynn said. She reads a lot.'
'She said that meant we were percocious,' Greb said.
'That's 'precocious,' ' Maerlynn corrected him. 'That means you're growing up faster than the average Jantri.'
Or else it just meant the Brum-a-dum year was a little longer than the Jantri standard. But Jack wasn't about to bring that up. It would only kick off a new topic of conversation, and he might not get in another word all morning.
Getting a Jantri to shut up was like trying to sweep back the tide with a paintbrush.
'I'm sure you are,' he said instead. 'So what do you say we have a party.'
Both Jantris blinked in unison. 'A party?'
'I'm not sure we can do that, Jack,' Maerlynn put in warningly. Clearly, she didn't want to get the twins' hopes up and then squash them like an overripe berry. 'There isn't any extra food we could use. Or anything we could make special treats from.'
'That's okay,' Jack said. 'A party doesn't need treats. All it needs is fun and entertainment.'
'Like what?' Noy asked eagerly.
'Well, you already mentioned games,' Jack said. 'We might be able to get the Klezmer to come over and play a few tunes.'
'Oh,' Grib said, sounding a little disappointed. 'We get to hear the Klezmer all the time.'
'Or,' Jack added smoothly, 'I could put on a magic show.'
Both twins straightened like they'd been poked with sharp sticks. 'A magic show?' Grib repeated excitedly.
'A magic show?' Noy echoed, his face glowing. 'Can I come, too?'
'Absolutely,' Jack told him. 'It's for anyone who wants to come and watch.'
'Can we do it now?' Greb asked, grabbing Jack's arm. 'Can we?'
'Hang on, hang on,' Jack said. 'I've got a few things I have to do first. My laundry, for one thing—this shirt reeks.'
'No, no, no,' Grib insisted. 'Now, now, now.'
'I also have to put together some props,' Jack said firmly. He couldn't afford to start the show too early, after all. 'How about we do it right after lunch?'
'Okay,' Grib said. 'Can we tell the others?'
'You can tell everyone,' Jack assured him. The bigger and more noticeable the audience, the better. 'I've got to go now. See you at lunch.'
He had expected there to be a mad crunch at the tiny laundry facility, what with everyone trying to clean their clothes on the same day. But to his surprise, the slaves had the whole operation down to a science. There was a posted list that assigned time at the machines by bed groups, and those in each group seemed to show up exactly on that schedule. Jack's group was next, and with a little coaching by one of the other slaves he got his laundry going.
He should have guessed they would have it organized, of course. These people had been here for years, after all. Some of them, like Greb and Grib, had been here their whole lives.
It took a little more work and ingenuity to assemble the props he needed for his show. He was able to borrow a set of drinking cups and some small vegetables from the kitchen, but the cards and coins he needed for some of his best tricks turned out to be a challenge.
Eventually, he wound up sending Greb and Grib scrounging all around the colony.
They returned triumphantly an hour later with five coins and a genuine if slightly ragged deck of cards. The fact that the scroungers were Jantris also meant that the news about the show got out more quickly and effectively than if Jack had sent out engraved invitations.
Which meant that by the time he stood up in front of the berry collection table, practically the whole colony had turned out to watch.
'Good afternoon, everyone,' Jack said, picking up three potato-like vegetables he'd borrowed from the kitchen pantry. 'Welcome to the first annual Greb and Grib hatchday celebration. I'd like to start the show with a little bit of juggling.'
He tossed one of the potatoes into the air and caught it. 'There we go,' he said. 'Like it?'
'You call that juggling?' someone called scornfully.
'Yeah, we want to see you juggle all of them,' Noy added. 'Oh?' Jack asked, acting surprised. 'Well... sure.'
He threw one potato in the air and caught it. Then, shifting it to his other hand, he threw the second into the air and caught it. 'Is this what you mean?' he asked as he did the same with the third potato.
'No!' screamed all the children. 'All together!'
'Oh,' Jack said again. He tossed all three potatoes upward, making sure one of them went higher than the
