‘—Lizards with heavy bones. Dragon In The Flower. No law prevents. Dogs mad of grain held together with fungal filaments. Fish-head reptiles. Hot pools filled with man stew. 326222400—’

‘The two dracomen arrived one day before the buffer went down. This information was transmitted into the grid prior to the explosion.’

Cormac said to Jane, ‘Seems likely the dracomen set the mycelium. Dragon would say it was keyed to their arrival, and that the Maker set it.’

‘Why would they set it, if the Maker was gone?’

‘Did they know that?’

Jane said, ‘I think you are prejudiced against Dragon. This information does not confer guilt.’

‘Perhaps,’ mused Cormac, then said, ‘Samarkand II, is there any indication as to who set the mycelium? Also, where did the Maker go?’

‘I will allow the submind to answer that.’

The submind said, ‘No warning prior buffer failure. No indication source mycelium. Matter / energy transmission directed Chirat Cluster, Mendax System, Planet Viridian, ref. AB87.’

* * *

That the station was a centrifugal ring station showed that it was old. The off-shoot technology from Skaidon tech of gravity manipulation had taken a while to impinge on the design of stations, mainly because it took a long time for people used to the essential requirements of space habitation to trust it. That Nix, the station, had an elevator showed it was pre-runcible and truly ancient. Another sign of this great age was the worn ceramal deck across which Jarvellis was dragging herself. At one-quarter G it would have taken the passage of many feet to put such hollows in such a hard material.

‘Come on, you can do it,’ said Tull for the nth time. His wife Jeth offered similar, though less sincere, encouragement. Her lack of enthusiasm was understandable. Both Outlinkers were scared: they were allowing a person into their home who could kill them with a friendly pat on the back. It did not escape Jarvellis’s notice how brave Tull had been: first to retrieve her from outside, then to slap her face once she was inside.

It took minutes that dragged like hours, but Jarvellis eventually reached the lip of the metal box and looked back. She made the final effort and dragged herself in. The Outlinkers were back against the walls now. Jeth held out her narrow hand in which lay the flattened sphere of the nerve-blocker.

‘Will you keep still for me?’ she asked.