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losing with regret that delicious dinner, hardly noticing the silent, efficient help of the cook. When he regained his sense of balance, he was tucked into bed, his dress clothes draped across a chair, and the cold clamminess had passed into a burning fever and aching joints. What a beginning to a social inquiry, he thought, and then lapsed into unrestful sleep.

He woke to a foul taste in his mouth, the sour smell of sickness, and the suspicion that something was very wrong indeed. He had had bad dreams, full of dire symbolism (a black Eyxi dancing around his aunt’s casket waving her two stolen plumes in macabre triumph? Commander Sassinak handing him a shining medal that turned into a smoking fuse when he pinned it to his uniform? A scaly, clawed hand tossing a handful of Fleet vessels, including the Zaid-Dayan, like dice onto a playing board whose pieces were planets and suns?).

He was quite sure that Madame Flaubert could “explain” them all, in ways that would make him responsible if he didn’t reform, but he felt too weak to reform. Even to get up. Someone tapped on his door, and he croaked a weak answer.

“Sorry, sir, to be so late with breakfast.”

It was the man in white, the cook. Sam, he remembered. He had not expected anyone, but if he’d thought, he’d have expected the servant who served dinner. Sam carried a covered tray; Ford thought it probably smelled delicious, but whatever it was he didn’t want it. He shook his head, but Sam brought it nearer anyway, and set it on a folding table he had had in his other hand.

“You’re still not well. I can see that.” Off came the tray cover, revealing a small plate with crisp slices of toast, small glasses of fruit juice and water, and a tiny cut-glass pillbox. “This may not sit well, but at least it’ll give me an idea what to try next . . .”

“I don’t want anything.” That came out in a hoarse voice he hardly recognized for his own. “Something on the tanker ...”

“Well, I didn’t think it came out of my kitchen.” That barely missed smugness, the certainty of a master crafts-

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