T<br >ss cases， crates，<br >easonably corn-<br >ipeds behinds);<br >ere things have<br >llection of small<br >!o a reasonable<br >on of richness，<br >res. It is a ver~<br >~ot carrying the<br >consienmenl.<br >r on the floor to<br >end of the oval，<br >igh shelves， the<br >t rose on exten-<br >ighter configura-<br >md twisted along<br >~s， and piles of<br >ff rickety shelves，<br >ad her， watching<br >l object with an<br >man with broad，<br >been clumsy but<br >d， tongue against<br >voice. An instant<br >~t ready for hard<br >SKEEN S SEARCH<br >1!<br > Skeen snapped her fingers. The bot whirred past her，<br >stopped beside the desk， opened and extended his top-<br >knot pack into a long thin display shelf， with the contents<br >tucked into transparent boxes， visible but temporarily<br >untouchable. "Nothing very old， but interesting， that<br >you ll give me once you see this collection." She clicked<br >open a box， took out a heavy gold chain， solid links<br >alternating with open circles set with odd dull gems;<br >spreading it on the desk before him， she said， "Take a close<br >look at the chasing. Hasn t been any work like that since<br >the Nagamar worlds were ashed. You know I prefer to<br >provide onsite fots and anecdotal background， but that s<br >not possible this time; you can name me as source for<br >whatever that s worth， but my name s the only documen-<br >tation you ll get . . .um . . . I can say this， I ve found a<br >tiny remnant of Nagamar still alive." She grinned at him.<br >"And a couple other remnants. Pallah and Skirrik." Af-<br >ter running a soft cloth over them， she set the Poet s<br >swords down beside the chain. "These items are for sale<br >outright." She began setting out the bijouterie and bric-a-<br >brac she d picked up with the swords and slid smoothly<br >into the cross talk of bargaining.<br ><br >