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319 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published February 1, 1989
I was laying down cards in the marketplace when I got the latest job offer. “Here comes money,” Irsa, the vender next to me had said, and moved away so as not to scare him off. So I’d told him his fortune, all the usual nonsense, and out he came with this. I hadn’t expected it of him; he’d looked too respectable. True, he hadn’t mentioned the exact nature of this job. But I’d been in the Square long enough – I thought – to know what that meant.
“I might want to hire you,” he repeated, as though he expected a dim-witted foreigner like me might need it said twice.
“Move on,” I said, picking up my Tarot cards. “Your fortune’s been told.”
“I’m serious,” he protested.
“Please, noble sir. I’m well aware that people hired by the Street of Gold Coin procurers are never seen again. Unless you want me for one of the Great Houses?” I smiled with polite rudeness. It was obviously out of the question. By Ivory standards, I’m not even pretty. Eight centimeters shorter than everyone around me, hair auburn instead of black – they wouldn’t let me into a Great House as a domestic servant. Not that I felt I was really cut out for prostitution.
“I’ve slowed everyone down. I’m not the stuff heroes are made of, Ran. I’m not even the stuff Karlas and Tyl are made of. I’m not worth wasting your time over.”
He was quiet for a minute. Then he said, “I have often had difficulty understanding you, Theodora, but never more than right now. I don’t see what the question of how quickly you can travel through the Simil Valley has to do with how good you are. You’re not a hiker, at least not with these people and in this terrain. Too bad, but I always took you for a city girl anyway, tymon. . . . you’ll probably never be called on to do something like this again, and in the capital, who cares if you take shorter steps when you walk?”
I hadn’t thought of it that way. Still, it was easy for him to be polite about it – he hadn’t failed.
Then he was going on. “I know you have no reason to listen to me. I fell apart just when you needed me. When I found out I wasn’t going to have every move I made backed up by my family, I just gave up living. . . . Don’t think I haven’t thought about that every day since Tenshin –”
“Are you crazy?” I don’t know how long he would have gone on with that nonsense if I hadn’t stopped him.
Well, there was the gallery-whatever that was-and the library. There was also the bath, but I didn't feel like stripping in front of people I didn't know. Especially since sitting with Kylla just now had reminded me of what a comparative ugly duckling I was around here. That's what I would leave Ivory with: an inferiority complex, and chronic back pain. Why were there so few chairs on this damned planet? For the moment my worries about money, dealing with corrupt officials, and murderous aristocrats paled before these two considerations.