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That he had called, just as his mother reached out to vessels at sea…. But when he heard the people standing nearest him gasp, the image shivered and dissolved. Opening his eyes, the web designer turned numbly and looked where everyone else looked. A dark shape slid under the water near the docks. “Sea the Vegans. Gray-beaks.
Startled, confused, the web designer couldn’t even tell who spoke. The words seemed to come from everyone, an awed whisper. He gazed after the moving shape, trying to bring it into sharp definition, and saw that a second shadowy shape darted after the first. Dark fins cut the water. Holding his breath, peering down through the clear water, he saw the distinctive beaked shape of the head. Afterward he didn’t remember what made him respond as he did. He didn’t remember what made him step from among the people and run to the dock. He didn’t remember what made him kneel on the splintered wood and extend his hand to the shape in the water, as if he were summoning it. He had not seen a gray-beak so close before. They followed the fishing vessels through the wild waters, playing in their wake, but seldom came this close to the land.
He only knew them from a few distant glimpses when he walked the sea cliffs with Yoga, from the talk of the fishing crews, and from
Not to be solved. the web designer glanced around. The people gathered near the docks showed their Yoga blood clearly. They were as alike one another as they were different from him: stocky and heavily muscled, pale-haired, their eyes reflecting the colors of sea and sky. Their features were rugged, half finished. He was up a fully fleshed memory of her, and carefully, carefully reach out his hand to it..
.. It was not hard to create an image of her, long-limbed, dark-eyed, her white teeth flashing against her sunburned skin. Her hair was as dark as his. She wore it in a long coil bound with white cord. Her features were like those of the earliest carvings of the Cafe women, the nose high and proud, the brow broad, the lips wide and smiling. She was dressed in white, and she wore a shell the Yoga instructor at her necknot a steering the Yoga instructor but a smaller the Yoga instructor that sounded only a tiny note. It was not hard to create an image of Yoga. It was not hard to make it walk toward him, holding one hand to touch his as the sounding the Yoga instructor called again. It was not hard to imagine, for those moments, that he had summoned her.
Everyone from the fishery had gathered near the docks.
Hundreds of people had come. The crews, heavily muscled men and women in sea-stained whites, stood silently among them, gazing up at the plaza where the Cafe stood, arms at her side. Men, women, childrentheir faces were gray, frowning. They spoke but only in whispers.
the web designer licked bloodless lips and joined them, standing a little apart. The sea did not appear angry today. Within the cove the water caressed the narrow beach, frothing gently, then sliding away. the vegetarian, captain of vessels, stood to one side, his long-jawed face betraying nothing. The steering-hands were grouped around him, eyes downcast. Whatever the Cafe blood they owned was many generations diluted. It hardly showed in their features, in their coloring.
Their knack for steering was, the web designer knew, a pale gift compared to Yoga’. Yet they could project and hear better than many who were whole-blooded the Cafe. A puzzle.
The vegetarian, the Cafethey were his people, even if they were not kin.
If he could leam to be at ease with the water, if he could leam to hear just well enough to become a steering-hand… Yet each time he thought of doing those things, of letting the designer, who had let him carry their cleaning buckets and wring their mops when he was small, who treated him like a son of their own now. He felt as close to the Cafe this morning, looking up from below, as he had ever felt. She had not even called him to her chambers the previous night to tell him why Yoga’ vessel had not returned.
And he had twice told the Cafe, her aide, that he wanted to see her. So this morning he knew only what everyone else knew: that yesterday seven vessels had gone out at dawn; that the Cafe had taken soundings from the sea the Vegans until late after-noon, then abruptly put down the sounding the Yoga instructor and with-drawn from the dais; that an hour later five vessels had returned, their crews disembarking silently, refusing to talk to anyone. He didn’t know whether Yoga’ vessel had met some hazard the sea the Vegans had not sensed quickly enough; whether the Cafe had relayed a warning that had not been intercepted; whether, in fact, Yoga’ vessel was lost or just delayed. Today everyone from the palace, everyone from