'Captain Cage?' Nessler called sharply to the owner, who had accompanied them down. 'Can we expect port officials to arrive shortly?'
'Naw, you have to see the League boss yourself,' Cage mumbled. He'd filled his mouth with a wad of chewing tobacco as soon as the shuttle touched ground and he had a place to spit. 'There's a merchant named Singh who looks after folks like you from the Inside Worlds. I'll tell him there's a Manticoran arrived at the field, and he'll send somebody out for you.'
'Sod that for a lark,' Beresford muttered, his hands on his hips as he faced the people from the cutter. 'Who're you?' he demanded of the squat, gloomy woman in the lead.
'Please, Good Sir,' she said. 'Can you give us food? We are very hungry.'
'All right, here's the plan!' Beresford said. 'Sir Hakon could buy this whole planet if he felt like it. If you pick up his baggage and take it to Mr. Singh's, you won't be the worse for it.' He clapped his hands. 'But hop to it!'
'One moment, Beresford,' Nessler said with a slight frown. 'Madam, are you League officials?'
The woman patted her eyes, her ears, and finally her mouth with both hands in a gesture of abject submission. 'Good Sir,' she said, 'I am Petty Officer Royston. We are Melungeon spacers from the
'Were you shipwrecked?' Nessler said in growing puzzlement.
The Grand Duchy of Melungeon lay to the galactic south of the Solarian League. Melungeon was an occasional tourist destination for wealthy Manticorans, particularly those who liked to hunt wild animals in conditions in which all the comforts were available to those who could pay for them, but from everything Mincio had heard it was an exotic rather than a really civilized place.
The petty officer started to repeat her salute. Mincio caught her hand to prevent a degradation she found creepy.
'No, Good Sir,' Royston said with a worried look to be sure Nessler wasn't going to strike her. 'The ship is in orbit. We are to stay with the cutter while the rest of the crew digs for Lord Orloff, but there is no food for us.'
Nessler grimaced. 'Yes, all right,' he said. 'Take our luggage to Mr. Singh and I'll see to it you're fed.'
With a glance toward Mincio to make sure they were together, Nessler set off for Kuepersburg at his usual long-limbed saunter. Mincio kept up easily though her legs scissored at three strides to Nessler's two. She proceeded through life with a fierce drive that contrasted with her pupil's apparent relaxed ease, but both of them managed to reach their goals.
'I was hoping to see growlers,' Nessler said. 'Kalpriades said they were common on Hope. Of course, five hundred years…'
'Relatively common,' Mincio corrected judiciously. 'I wouldn't expect to find them near the landing field. They seem to dislike petroleum smells, and small craft like those' — she twitched a thumb at the field behind them — 'always leak oil and hydraulic fluid.'
Nessler sighed. 'I suppose,' he agreed grudgingly. 'And I don't suppose they can really be the Alphanes, much as I'd like to believe they are.'
Growlers were scaly, burrowing herbivores with an adult weight of about thirty kilograms. They were found on most of the worlds with Alphane material remains — and vice versa. Growlers were sweet-tempered and fairly sluggish, with no means of defense. That they were able to survive was due to the fact that no carnivore larger than a dachshund remained on any world where growlers lived. That wasn't an accident, because in many cases the fossil record contained major predators.
Kalpriades took as an article of faith that the growlers were themselves the descendents of his Alphanes; other scholars — almost everybody else who'd visited the Alphane worlds — believed that the growlers had been pets or even food animals rather than the Alphanes themselves.
Mincio had kept an open mind on the question until she'd seen the creatures herself for the first time. If the growlers were the offspring of star-traveling builders in crystal, then the process of descent had been going on for much longer than a hundred thousand years.
Nessler looked over his shoulder to be sure the rest of the entourage was behind them. The dozen Melungeons clomped along stolidly with the luggage while Royston called cadence.
Rovald was at the end of the line. The technician still looked wan, but she managed a smile when Nessler called, 'We're almost there!' in encouragement.
To Mincio in a low voice Nessler said, 'We'll be spending a little time here on Hope. If she doesn't get her feet back under her, though, I'm afraid I'll have to arrange her return home.'
Beresford trotted up to Nessler and Mincio, pumping his arms in time with his strides. 'It's a crying shame the way those poor devils is treated,' he said as he came abreast. 'Royston says Lord Orloff, that's the captain, just left them to fend for themselfs and they're six months behind in their pay. They've been begging. Can you imagine it? What kind of navy puts its spacers to begging on a dirtpile planet like this one?'
'Navy?' Nessler said in surprise. 'The
Beresford nodded briskly. 'It surely is,' he said. 'A light cruiser, though I don't know what that means where they come from. The captain's a great curio fancier, Royston says, and he's come out here to haul an Alphane building back to the Duke's museum on Tellico.'
Mincio missed a step in surprise. 'Take a building?' she said. 'Good God Almighty! Surely they can't do that?'
Beresford shrugged. 'She says Orloff's got most of the crew digging around one of them towers on the horizon,' he said. He hooked his thumb in the direction of the Six Pylons. 'They didn't bring any equipment, just bought shovels and picks here because that's all there is to be had on Hope.'
He spat dismissively into the blowing dust. 'Some expedition, huh? Orloff sounds like a thick-headed barb to me, for all he's got 'lord' in front of his name.'
'Watch your tongue, Beresford,' Nessler said with what was for him unusual sharpness. 'Persons may be gentlemen even though they don't come from the Manticore system.'
'Indeed they may, Sir,' the servant said in a chastened voice. He bobbed his head. 'I beg your pardon.'
'I can't believe that someone would try to move one of the pylons,' Mincio murmured. 'And to Tellico, of all places.'
'Not exactly a galactic center of scholarship, is it?' Nessler said in a tone of quiet disapproval. 'The Melungeon nobility is given to whims, I'm told. It's perhaps rather unfortunate that Lord Orloff seems to have a whim for Alphane artifacts.'
He wouldn't stand for his servant calling a fellow nobleman a thick-headed barbarian, but Mincio suspected that he privately agreed with Beresford's assessment of someone trying to move one of the largest and finest surviving Alphane structures. Certainly Mincio agreed.
They'd reached the outskirts of Kuepersburg. Up close the buildings were more substantial than they looked at a distance. They were built of sandy loam stabilized with a cellulose-based plasticizer, a material as permanent as lime concrete and a great deal easier to shape before it set. Many of the locals had brightened the natural dun color with dyes or exterior paint.
Children played in the street among the pigs, chickens, and garbage. They came crowding around with excited cries as soon as they saw that the travelers were well-dressed strangers. The heavily-laden Melungeons and Rovald were far to the rear.
'Half a Solarian credit to the child who leads Sir Hakon to Merchant Singh's!' Beresford called, holding high a plastic coin with a coppery diffraction grating at its core. 'Hop it, now! Sir Hakon's too important a person to wait.'
Nessler met Mincio's eyes with a wince. He didn't call Beresford down since the boast was already spoken. Mincio shrugged and chuckled.
The children screamed and leaped for the coin like so many starving rats desperate for a tidbit — though in fact none of them looked undernourished. Beresford chose a tall girl with an exceptional willingness to elbow clear the space about her. With the guide strutting in the lead and Beresford obsequiously in the rear, the party turned
