so abun­dantly available to her in those days. Our vessels call there still, and out of regard for past ties perhaps, the in-dwellers supply our needs for stores. And in return, we give them what we can.”
He gave me the details of a few of these old market­places—worlds far out in Fringe Space, where few ques­tions were asked, and a human was a rare freak.
“We’ll go take a look,” I said. “As soon as I collect my pay.”
At Ahax, Traffic Control allotted me a slot at the remotest corner of the port. We docked and my four cheery crewmen were gone in a rampcar before I finished securing the command deck. I told Srat to follow me, and started off to walk the two miles to the nearest power way. A rampcar went past in a hurry in the next lane over, headed out toward where my tub was parked. I thought about hailing it, but even with the