Chanur's Legacy [antikvár]

Chapter OneMeetpoint was in one sense the center of Compact space: in another sense, this place where all the Compact met for trade was the hindside of every species' separate territory, and, along with its cosmopolitan character, it had that chancy watch-your-baek kind of feeling on its dockside, even in these days when weapons were discouraged and peace governed the dealings of species. Meetpoint's oxygen docks were redolent of cold and oil and volatiles, its dockside shops and bars echoed of trade and business and offered a selection of vices. Its meth-ane sidethe methane folk had to answer for, in their multiple-brained thoughts and stranger songs: but on the oxygen side, the stsho, who were the landlords of Meetpoint, traded in what pleased them. Among those spindly, white-skinned merchants one could find hani, mahendo'sat, kif and (at least when a cer-tain ship was in doek) a stray human from a world named, unenterprisingly, Earth.That certain ship had been here. That certain ship had de-parted twenty-odd days ago in pursuit of its own business, a circumstance which completely satisfied Hilfy Chanur, captain of Chanur 's Legacy, newly in doek at Meetpoint and besieged by her aunt's unreceived mailbeset also by every hanger-on, would-be and might-have-been politician, inventor, and acade-