ieve； yet the sky…humans seem to doubt our word。
They ask （again！） about visitations。 What clues have we seen of other ships ing stealthfully； for purposes vaguely hinted at but never said aloud？
As planned； we dissemble。 In old human tales and books； it is a technique oft used by the weak when confronted by the strong。
Act stupid； the lore suggests。 Meanwhile； watch and listen closely。
Ah； but how much longer can we get away with it？ Already Besh questions those who e for healing。 In their gratitude； some will surely forget our injunctions。
The next stage will start soon； while our preparations are barely begun。
The fourth human forayer； Ling； returns from her research trip。 Did。she not leave with the young heretic； Lark？ Yet she es back alone。
No； we tell her。 We have not seen him。 He did not e this way。 Can you tell us why he abandoned you？ Why he left you in the forest； his assigned task undone？
We promise her another guide。 The qheuen naturalist； Uthen。 Meanwhile； we placate。
If only our rewq had not abandoned us！ When i/we ask Lester about the woman's mood…what he can read from her demeanor…he only shudders and says he cannot say。
Sara
A CONCERT WAS ARRANGED BY AN IMPROMPTU group of passengers and crew； on the fantail of the Hauph…woa； to wele the Stranger back among the living。
Ulgor would play the violus； a stringed instrument based on the Earthling violin； modified to suit deft urrish fingers。 While Ulgor tuned； Blade squatted his blue…green carapace over a mirliton…drum； stroking its taut membrane with his massive； plex tongue； causing it to rumble and growl。 Meanwhile； all five legs held jugs filled to varied levels with water。 Tentative puffs from his speech vents blew notes across each opening。
Pzora； the traeki pharmacist； modestly renounced any claim to musical talent but agreed to take up some metal and ceramic chimes。 The hoonish helmsman would sing； while the professional scriven…dancer honored the makeshift group by agreeing to acpany them in the g'Kek manner； with graceful motions of his eyestalks and those famous dancing arms； calling to mind the swaying of trees； or wind…driven rain； or birds in flight。
They had asked Sara to round out a six； but she declined。 The only instrument she played was her father's piano； back in Nelo's house by the great dam； and even at that her proficiency was unremarkable。 So much for the supposed correlation between music and mathematics； she thought ironically。 Anyway； she wanted to keep an eye on the Stranger； in case events threw him into another hysterical fit。 He seemed calm so far； watching through dark eyes that seemed pleasantly surprised by nearly everything。
Was this a symptom？ Head injuries sometimes caused loss of memory…or even ability to make memories…so everything was forever new。
At least he can feel some joy； she thought。 Take the way he beamed； every time she approached。 It felt strange and sweet for someone to be so reliably happy to see her。 Perhaps if she were prettier； it wouldn't be so befuddling。 But the handsome dark outlander was a sick man； she recalled。 Out of his proper mind。
And yet； she pondered further； what is the past but a fiction； invented by a mind in order to go on functioning？ She had spent a year fleeing memory； for reasons that had seemed important then。
Now it just doesn't amount to much。
She worried about what was going on up in the Rimmers。 Her brothers stayed close to her thoughts。
If you'd accepted Taine's original proposal of marriage； you might have had little ones by now； and their future to fret about； as well。
Refusing the august gray…headed sage had caused a stir。 How many other offers would there be for the hand of a shy papermaker's daughter without much figure； a young woman with more passion for symbols on a page than dancing or the other arts of dalliance？ Soon after turning Taine down； Joshu's attentions had seemed to ratify her decision； till she realized the young bookbinder might only be using her as a diversion during his journeyman year in Biblos； nothing more。
Ironic； isn't it？ Lark could have his pick of young women on the Slope； yet his philosophy makes him choose celibacy。 My conclusions about Jijo and the Six are the opposite to his。 Yet I'm alone too。
Different highways； arriving at the same solitary dead end。
And now e gods from space； diverting us all onto a road whose markings we can't see。
They still lacked a sixth for the concert。 Despite having introduced string instruments to Jijo； humans traditionally played flute in a mixed sextet。 Jop was an adept； but the farmer declined； preferring to pore over his book of scrolls。 Finally； young Jomah agreed to sit in for luck； equipped with a pair of spoons。
So much for the vaunted contribution of Earthlings to musical life on Jijo。
Hidden under Blade's heavy shell； the mirliton groaned a low； rumbling note； soon joined by a mournful sigh from one of the jugs under Blade's left…front leg。 The qheuen's seeing…band winked at Ulgor； and the urs took her cue to lift the violus； laying the double bow across the strings； drawing twin wavering notes； embellishing the mirliton's basso moan。 A multilevel chord was struck。 It held。。。。
The moment of duet harmony seemed to stretch on and on。 Sara stopped breathing； lest any other sound break the extraordinary consonance。 Even Fakoon rolled forward； visibly moved。
If the rest is anything like this。。。
Pzora chose the next instant to pile in； disrupting the aching sweetness with an eager clangor of bells and cymbals。 The Dolo pharmacist seemed zealously unaware of what er had shattered； rushing ahead of the beat； halting； then pushing on again。 After a stunned instant； members of the hoonish crew roared with laughter。 Noor on the masts chittered as Ulgor and Blade shared looks that needed no rewq to interpret…equivalents to a shrug and a wink。 They played on； incorporating Pzora's enthusiasm in a catchy four…part rhythm。
Sara recalled being taught piano by her mother； from music that was actually written down； now a nearly forgotten art。 Jijoan sextets weaved their impromptu harmonies out of separate threads； merging and diverging through one congenial coincidence after another。 Human music used to work that way in most pre…Contact cultures； before the Euro…West hit on symphonies and other more rigorous forms。 Or so Sara had read。
Overing shyness； Jomah started rattling his spoons as Blade puffed a calliope of breathy notes。 The hoonish helmsman inflated his air sac to answer the mirliton's rumble； singing an improvisation； without words in any known language。
Then Fakoon wheeled forward； arms swaying delicately； reminding Sara of gently rising smoke。
What had been exquisite； then humorous； soon took on a quality even more highly prized。
Unity。
She glanced at the Stranger； his face overe with emotion； eyes delighting in Fakoon's opening moves。 The left hand thumped his blanket happily； beating time。
You can tell what kind of man he used to be； she mused。 Even horribly mutilated； in awful pain； he spends his waking time enthralled by good things。
The thought seemed to catch in her throat。 Taken by surprise； Sara turned away； hiding a choking wave of sadness that abruptly blurred her vision。
Tarek Town appeared soon after； perched between the merging rivers Roney and Bibur。
From afar it seemed no more than a greenish knoll； like any other hill。 Grayish shapes studded the mound； as if boulders lay strewn over the slopes。 Then the Hauph…woa rounded one last oxbow turn； and what had seemed solid from a distance now spread open…a huge； nearly hollow erection of webbing； festooned with greenery。 The 〃boulders〃 were the protruding tips of massive towers； enmeshed in a maze of cables； conduits； rope bridges； netting； ramps； and sloping ladders； all draped under lush； flowing foliage。
The air filled with a humid redolence； the scent of countless flowers。
Sara liked to squint and imagine Tarek in other days； back when it was but a hamlet to the mighty Buyur； yet a place of true civilization； humming with faithful machines； vibrant with the footsteps of visitors from far star systems； thronging with sky…craft that settled gracefully on rooftop landing pads。 A city lively with aspirations that she； a forest primitive； might never imagine。
But then； as the noon crew poled the Hauph…woa toward a concealed dock； no amount of squinting could mask how far Tarek had fallen。 Out of a multitude of windows； only a few still shone with million…year…old glazing。 Others featured crude chimneys； staining once…smooth walls with the soot of cook fires。 Wide ledges where floating aircraft once landed now supported miniature orchards or coops for noisy herd chicks。 Instead of self…propelled machines； the streets swarmed with merce carried on the backs of tinkers and traders； or animal…drawn carts。
High up a nearby tower； some young g'Kek sped around a rail…less ramp； heedless of the drop； their spokes blurry with speed。 Urban life suited the wheeled sept。 Rare elsewhere； g'Kek made up the town's largest group。
Northward； crossing Tarek's l