erything Nita shook her head. It would take me a long time to explain, she said. You ll be here for days, said Demair. Maybe you can make us understand. If not, don t worry about it. This is supposed to be a holiday for you, so Quelt s said. Maybe it s strange to us, Kuwilin said, that people from a rich inner world with so much technology would come here willingly to spend time with… Shepherds, Nita said. That would be the word you re looking for. Shepherds. So you have ceiff well Ours don t fly, Nita said. And maybe it s a good thing, bearing in mind what Earth sheep eat, and how much of it they eat, and what they do with it afterwards… Kuwilin roared with laughter. Still, he said, your planet sounds like a wonder-place! Ceiff that don t fly…ground you can just dig the metal out of…cities all over the place, as many of them as grains of sand! We have a lot of cities, Nita said, and shook her head. But I think maybe this is better. The sun dipped toward that high, distant horizon, went oblate in the thickening atmosphere of the edge of the world flattened almost to an egg shape and started to slide down behind the rim of everything. Slowly, high above, stars were coming out. There was a pause. About the shesh, Kit said, can I watch you make it tomorrow Certainly, Kuwilin said. I can always use help. Certain people he looked at Quelt with amusement are always off all over the planet, serving the world and doing Important Things, and can t be bothered to stay home and deal with the beasts. Tapi, you re cruel to me, Quelt said. You know I d sooner stay home and do not-Important Things here. But I have to go see about the Great Vein again tomorrow. She turned to Nita and Kit. We have just two veins of metal in our whole world s crust that are close enough to the surface for me to use wizardry on to pull the metal out directly. Every now and then we need metal in bulk for replacing old machines that have worn out, or building new ones…and I m the only one here who can get it out in such amounts. All the other metal comes from the plants Kit looked up in surprise. You get metal from plants Oh, yes, Demair said. See the reeds up there She pointed at the slope far behind them, behind the house. The ones we came down through That s right. That s ironwood. The plants were bred a long time ago to concentrate metal oxides from the soil in their tissues. We harvest the reeds and store them until the mobile smelter comes along, once or twice a year. Then we get the metal s value to trade for other things, if we need them. That s such a good idea, Kit said. Who organizes this The government Kuwilin and Demair and Quelt all looked at Kit. What s a government Kuwilin said. Kit opened his mouth, closed it again. If people over on, let s say, Dafel Island, find that they need metal, they get together and do something about it, Kuwilin said. They make arrangements to trade for it; or they find empty islands and plant out ironweed for themselves; or they get in touch with Quelt here, and she helps them. Or they ask other people for it, and other people give it to them. Everybody knows that what you give to the world, the world gives back, eventually. That s its job. Demair looked at Kit with slight puzzlement. Do you mean you have some kind of machine that makes people give people things Demair said. Nita had never thought of government in quite those terms before. You could say that, she said. It s still going to take a lot of explaining… Not right now, said Demair, putting her arms out to turn them all around as a group. There s the rest of dinner, yet. Kit groaned slightly. Nita gave him a look. Just keep quiet and feed Ponch under the table, she said silently. I told you you were going to be sorry for pigging out on the blue stuff! They went back to the house in the glowing, golden twilight, and Demair moved about lighting little oil lamps in the various rooms and on the dinner table. The rest of dinner was much like the first part, except that the courses that Kuwilin now brought out were sweeter, sharper, the flavors more acute. Nita wondered whether this had something to do with a walk on the beach helping her appetite get its second wind…or whether she was just getting even more relaxed. Don t rush yourself, Demair said, leaning toward her. Everything here will keep. There s time for everything, and you ll be here for a while. And tomorrow afternoon, Quelt said, when I get back from metal wrestling, you tell me what you want to do. We can go to the Cities, if you like. Or we can do tourist things. She grinned. If you go to the Cities, Demair said, I have a list for you. Kit grinned and fed Ponch something under the table. Not that I m going to have time for your list if I m with famous people, Quelt said. Nita looked up from considering one last piece of shesh. What Quelt laughed. Of course you re famous, she said. On a world with just one wizard, if another one turns up all of a sudden or two do you think people aren t going to be fascinated Your pictures are all over the talknets. Everyone thinks you re very elegant. In fact and Quelt preened her ponytail normally they all take me for granted, but now I m in danger of becoming famous myself. Kit and Nita burst out laughing. It s because you re so small, Quelt said. Once we weren t as tall as we are now. But in the days of the Ancients, everybody was more your size. Little. I don t mind being famous, Nita said, but what I really, really want to do is lie in the sand, by the water, and do nothing. Quelt grinned that grin at her and Kit again. To Nita, it seemed to threaten to go right around her face, suggesting that if Quelt did it any harder, the top of her head might fall off. I like that, too, she said. It s the only thing I like as much as wizard work. Then suddenly Quelt jumped up. I forgot! she said. Pabi, it ll be time for the keks pretty soon Yes, Demair said. You two might like to see that. Our beaches are famous for them. Keks Kit said. Come on, Quelt said. Afterward, I ll show you where we have couches put down for you, in the outbuilding you can put your pup tents up there. But right now, hurry or we ll miss them Nita and Kit got up to follow her out. Ponch loitered briefly by the table, accepted a couple of final tidbits from Demair and Kuwilin, and then ran after. Nita and Kit and Quelt started down the beach again together, but this time in the opposite direction from the way they d gone before. Almost all the sunset glow was gone; stars were thick overhead, and they were bright the broad band of the back side of the Milky Way was glowing almost as bright as a diffuse full moon in that night unbroken by any streetlight or other artificial light source. Ponch tore past the three of them, racing down the beach, running ahead and romping in and out of the water, a black shape shining in the bright starlight. I should warn you, Kit said to Quelt, he s going to do that the whole time we re here. He likes the water. Quelt smiled. So do we, she said. It s no problem. She looked up to their right, where the rise that ran behind the Peliaen house was more of a dune, bare of the ironwood reeds. We have to go up there, out of the way, she said. Can you see all right Sure, Kit said. Then come on They climbed the dune. Once at the top, Quelt sat down, facing the water, and Nita and Kit sat down on either side of her, looking out at the starlit sea. For long minutes, none of them said anything. Nita found herself willing to sit there all night, for no reason at all, just looking at the starlight on that softly moving water. There was no crash of surf here, hardly any noise but the whisper of the little waves sliding in and out, the whisper of the wind, and the starlight glitter. This is what I came for, she thought. All of the craziness to get here would have been worth just this. But we get another two whole weeks of it. Here they come, Quelt said softly. The keks. Nita strained her eyes, looking out at the water. Then she saw a motion near the shore: not water, but something else. Silent, hardly daring to breathe, Nita and Kit watched them come. First one or two, then five, ten, fifty, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand: a host of tiny creatures, blue green and shining, came flooding up out of the water onto the beach. They had a lot of legs, like crabs, but no pincers. They had eyes like crabs, though; and the general look of them as they scuttled around was very crablike, though Nita couldn t remember ever having seen any crab look quite so busy. Soon the wet gleam of the sand under the starlight was obscured by them, black with them. All up and down the length of that beach, from right in front of them to (it seemed) the edge of the world, the crabs started to dig, throwing the peach-colored sand up behind them in little showers. The whole beach became obscured by the haze created by sand in the air, sand kicked up by millions of little legs. What are they doing Nita whispered. Watch, said Quelt. They watched, while some of the tiny satellites that were all Alaalu had by way of moons went sliding by overhead, casting shifting shadows over the shapes on the beach. And slowly, slowly, the beach above the waterline began to be obscured by something that was not flat. The keks were building. What are they making Kit said, very quietly, as if he was afraid he might frighten them. We don t know, Quelt said. No one knows. They build these things in the sand…then they go back into the water by midnight. And the next night, they come and do it again. They ve always done it, as far as I know. Since our people began to notice things… They sat there and watched for maybe another half an hour. There, in the darkness, the crabs sculpted the sand. Shapes reared up mostly little cones with holes opening out of them. They would collapse, get built again, collapse once more. And, finally, the keks got tired of it, and slowly, one by one, they started going into the sea again. In the darkness, Kit said, That was so neat… And he let out a tremendous yawn. Quelt laughed under her breath. Come on, cousins, she said. It s late for all of us. No need to get up early tomorrow. They got up and walked back to the house along the rise, looking down at the strange shapes built on the sand, watching as the sea began to creep up and wash them slowly away. Before too long they were back at the Peliaens house, where here and there in an open window, a little lamp showed like a star. There s your building, Quelt said, leading them to it. It was thatched with ironwood, like the other buildings, and had several open windows that let the warm night breeze in. Screens partitioned it in half. You have a gender-separability thing at your age, don t you Quelt said. I thought so. Is this all right Kit yawned. This is fine, Nita said, and started to laugh at Kit, until she yawned herself. There s a big couch on each side, Quelt said. Some coverings and cushions if you need them. And then she bent down to each of them and took them gently by the shoulders. I m so glad you came! Quelt said. This is going to be fun. Nita reached up, did the same for Quelt. You have a good night, she said. Quelt smiled, slipped out of the building like a shadow. Kit, standing there and looking out the window, smiled, too. The coolness of this situation, he said, cannot possibly be overstated. And he yawned. Nita glanced at him and laughed. I wouldn t have put it quite that way, she said, but, yeah, you re right there. These people are really, really nice…and this is going to be a terrific holiday. Now go to bed! On either side of the screen, they went to sleep under strange stars and, for the first time, did it not on errantry, where anything might happen, but in safety, and at leisure. Nothing seemed strange about the stars, here, and that odd, high horizon somehow made the sky seem smaller, a cozier and more protected place. Nita fell asleep with the sound of the sea whispering in her ears. And later on, there were other whispers entirely, but all friendly ones. This is so great, she thought once in the middle of the night as she turned over and saw, not her own dark bedroom wall, with the occasional late-night car headlight flickering across it through the Venetian blinds, but the nearby low, wide window opening onto the sea, and through it, stars falling like rain, so many of them that she was somehow surprised not to hear them pattering on the roof. So great. I love being a wizard… And she fell asleep again, while all around her, cheerful, unperturbed, like the wind, the whispers went on. Everything s fine… * * * * Local Excursions A VOICE WAS SHOUTING SOMETHING indistinct through a roar of fire. After a while, she could just make it out: Dairiiiiiiine! She held very still, hoping they would just stop shouting her name and go away. But the roaring just got louder, an indistinct, crackling, rushing sound Dairiiiiiiine. The voice came from downstairs. Where arrrrrrrre they Dairine rolled over in her bed and clutched the pillow over her head. Then she jumped, a half-awake version of the falling-out-of-bed awakening. There was a tree next to her bed, rustling in no wind whatever. Uh, hi, she said. Uh, Filif. Yeah. Was there something you needed You were making a noise, Filif said. Snoring, Dairine said. That s called snoring. Usually, when Nita accused her of it, she tried to find a way around the accusation, but she and Filif were both using the Speech, so there was no point in trying. Also, Filif said, there is someone who wants you. Dairine sat up in the bed, rubbing her eyes and trying to become more conscious. Her body was resisting her: She felt wrecked. If I feel like this at home, she thought, what would I have felt like if I d gone away Maybe this whole excursus thing wasn t such a great idea… Dairiiiiiiine! Coming! she shouted at the top of her lungs. You re loud today, Filif said, sounding amused. Yeah, well, I m about to get louder, Dairine said, getting out of bed and scouting around her room to find a pair of jeans to get into. Then she realized that Filif was standing on them. Fil, she said, could I get you to move sideways a little Thanks. Filif backed away, looking around her room. This is interesting, he said. How Dairine went to her chest of drawers and rummaged in it for another oversize T-shirt. It s so…enclosed. You ve got to show me your home, Dairine said, when we have a moment. But I have a feeling that s not going to be for a while… She went into the bathroom, took care of some things, changed, and then headed downstairs. In the dining room, Carmela was sitting at the table, looking in astonishment at Sker ret. The Rirhait was mostly coiled up on a chair himself, but had draped the front half of his body over the back of it, and, in turn, was staring at Carmela with most of his eyes. Both he and Carmela glanced up at Dairine as she came in. Decide to sleep in this morning Carmela said. Dairine glanced at her watch. It was 9:30. I don t know if I would describe this as sleeping in, she said. Or maybe it would ve been, if some people hadn t been shrieking my name at the top of their lungs. Oh, come on, Carmela said. How can you sleep when you ve got all these wonderful people in your house She leaned across the table toward Sker ret and grabbed one of his clawed forelegs, wiggling it back and forth. Sker ret chuckled, a raspy, ratchety little sound. I mean, look at this guy! Dairine stared at Carmela. I thought you hated bugs! Bug bugs, yeah, Carmela said. But Sker ret s not a bug! I mean, look at the size of him! Nobody s going to have to worry about him going down their back or getting in their shoes! One of Sker ret s eyes came around to waver almost in front of Carmela s nose. She grabbed the stalk just behind the eye and wiggled it, too, playfully. And look at all these eyes he s got! He s just terrific! Thank you! Sker ret said. You re an amiable being, and I like you, too. As she rummaged in the kitchen cupboard for tea, Dairine had to smile: The attitude was so like him generally. It s a shame he can t stay around a while after this is over, she thought. Amiable, Carmela said. See that He s cultured. What a nice vocabulary you have! she said to Sker ret. You re really going to spoil these guys, Dairine said, filling the kettle and putting it on to boil. Sker ret, don t use hard words on her. She s still in the kindergarten level in the Speech. I don t think she s doing so badly, Sker ret said. It s not like we re going to start talking technical things out of the blue. The sound of rustling in the doorway brought Carmela s head around. And what have we here she said. Why, you re just a little shrub! Aren t you cute! She stood up and went over for a closer look