The armless appendages sprouting from the waist like vestigial limbs.
'But I found a solution.'
'You bought the circus.'
'More than that, Earl, I bought a home.' Shakira sipped again at his wine, his voice softened with memories. 'The circus of Chen Wei,' he said. 'Once the name meant Golden Joy, or so I was told but Chen Wei could have lied. He often did. But for me the name was no lie. I had found the one place where I could be accepted for what I was. A haven against all those who despise the unusual and who want to hunt down and destroy the different. And I could do more. I could provide a home for others like Elagonya and Melome and even you, Earl. But the circus is not for you.'
'And yet you could find happiness here. Melome loves you.'
'She is still young.'
'And you love something more. Your hunt. Your search for home. And I think I can help you to find it. Here.' Shakira reached for paper and wrote on it, folding it before handing it to Dumarest. 'A name and a world, Earl. One not too distant. The man is unusual and if anyone can help you he can. Go to him. Tell him I sent you. Tell him what you know.'
Dumarest said, 'Why are you doing this for me?'
'You saved my circus for me from Zucco. My home, Earl, my world. Can I do less for you?' Shakira lifted his glass. 'A toast, my friend. To your success!' Then, as the glasses were lowered, he said with a sudden, raw urgency, 'Find your world, Earl. Find Earth. And find it soon-we freaks must have somewhere to call our own!'
