"sensible, aren't they?" the voice came out of the air behind them, sardonic, feminine. the language was terran.
kirk whirled and peered through the dusk, which was gathering rapidly. he saw a slightly amused pair of brown eyes, brunette hair, and a trim body dressed in chic good taste in expensive terran clothes.
cortland stood up. "mrs. sherrin ... our new planetary administrator, cyril kirk."
she lowered herself to the ground, spreading out a small mat under her as she did so. "jeannette, if you don't mind." she folded her legs under her carefully. "i don't mean to be disrespectful. but there's such a small number of us here, we need to be friends and stick together."
cortland, who had been looking away for a moment turned to them. "if you'll excuse me, someone wants to talk to me." kirk nodded.
"did i meet your husband this afternoon?" he inquired politely, as cortland strode off.
"no; i'm a widow."
"oh, i'm sorry," he murmured.
"don't be. not for me, i mean. we'd been coming to a parting of the ways for a long time. but let's not talk about that. how do you like the dancing?"
he looked at the firelit figures, whirling in the growing dusk. "i don't know. i'm sort of overwhelmed by everything. it's all so new. i've heard so many confusing things—"
she nodded. "if you manage to make sense out of the nemarians, you'll make history. it's better not to worry about it too much. immerse yourself in their gay, happy life."
"what do you mean?"
she gave him a sharp look. "you'll find out what i mean. didn't cortland tell you?"
"what are you talking about?"
"well, you might as well go in cold at that. form your own conclusions as you go along. no use giving you prejudices before you start. maybe you're the man who'll cut the gordian knot. no use telling you it can't be done."
"what can't be done?"
"we'll all be rooting for you." she poured herself a drink and downed it quickly. "great stuff, this. makes you forget the petty annoyances of the garden-spot of the galaxy." she poured another. "to nemar," she said, lifting it. "now tell me about terra. what's been happening back home?"
he could get nothing more out of her.
