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.Yes, he would go to Caean.Perhaps if he journeyed to where the outer Ziodean stars straggled off into the Gulf it would be possible to find a way across it.The suit would help and protect him, as it always had.Help him also because thereby it fostered its own plans, whatever they were, plans which had been sewn and cut, by some arcane sartorial science, some coded language of psychic intentions, into its fabric.With this decision his brain cleared and he applied himself to immediate details.Once the events at the ZZ house became known it would be difficult indeed to evade the ensuing police net, especially if the dead included the Third Minister.There might still, however, be an hour or so remaining in which to leave Harlos unimpeded.Hailing a cab, he went to his penthouse atop the Ravier Building and quickly collected together money, credit cards and a few documents, leaving everything else behind.He took the elevator to the street again.As he emerged from the foyer a small, square-shouldered, slightly stooped figure sidled up to him.‘Hello, Peder.Havin’ fun?’Castor’s eyes glittered at him.He was even grubbier than usual and his hands moved uneasily over his crumpled clothes.His face was deadpan, his jaw slightly fallen and his unhealthy skin drawn grey and slack over his bones.Peder, having presumed him to have been arrested along with Mast, was astonished to see him.Before he could prevent it Castor waved away Peder’s cab.‘You going somewhere, I take it? Think smart, Peder.Go everywhere in the same cab and the police know your movements just by asking one guy.Where were you goin’? Spaceport?’Peder nodded.‘How do you know?’‘It stands to reason Mast will have ratted on you.Me, I got away.Mast wasn’t so smart in the end.’He touched Peder’s arm and coaxed him along the sidewalk.‘The spaceport’s not a good idea.They’ll pick you up there.Come along with me.I’ve got a safe gaff where you can put up for a while.’‘Why should you help me?’ Peder self-consciously moved his elbow from Castor’s grasp.‘We can do each other some good.’‘What is it you want?’‘All in good time.’Castor walked him a short distance to where a battered runabout was parked.Peder squeezed himself into the unaccustomedly cramped space while Castor took the driving lever and they shot off, heading east.Peder did not to any degree trust Castor, but the man was an accomplished criminal and in his present circumstances that was a valuable asset.He probably wanted money, Peder reflected.There was always the possibility, of course, that Castor was trapping him on behalf of the authorities in return for leniency, but overall Peder did not think that likely.Castor drove the runabout on a wandering, zig-zag route.They entered Deberon, Gridira’s example of a type of district possessed by every city of any size and age: an old run-down warren of an area sprawling between the city’s commercial and entertainment sectors, the home of crime, vice, jaded artists and adventurous young.Mast’s ex-sidekick eventually parked the runabout in a mews that could not be seen from the street, and took Peder to a windowless room buried deep within the shapeless mass of an adjoining centuries-old building.The room, lit by a yellow glow-bulb, smelling foully of Castor’s habitation, contained a dirty palliasse without covers, a drab armchair and begrimed table.The walls were poorly painted with a cheap distemper which was peeled and soiled.A curtain hanging over part of one wall hid a cooking closet and larder.‘You just take it easy here for a while,’ Castor said softly.‘I’m going out now.Is there anything I can get you?’ He stared at Peder, his lips stretched in a parody of a smile.‘I just want to get some sleep,’ Peder replied.‘Sleep? Sure.You sleep!’ With alacrity bordering on eagerness Castor leaped to a sliding panel and opened it to reveal a wall cupboard.Inside was a set of brand new clothes hangers.‘You can hang your gear up here, see? Huh –’ He floundered for a moment, looking about the room wildly, then came up with a dusty mat-like counterpane from the floor of the cupboard.‘Here’s something to cover yourself with.’‘This is all right, thanks.’ Peder lay down fully clothed on the palliasse, leaving Castor fingering the counterpane, his expression unreadable.Eventually Castor dropped the counterpane on the floor and shut the cupboard.As he slouched from the room, Peder’s eyes closed.*His host’s return awakened Peder some hours later.Castor smelled of drink and swayed slightly on his feet.He carried in both arms a bulky package which he unrolled and erected into a low travelling bed, placing it against the wall opposite Peder.He had also brought two clean coverlets which, though thin, were scarcely needed in the heated room.‘Just like old times, huh?’ he reminded Peder in an attempt at camaraderie.‘Remember the Kyre junket? Aboard the Costa?’ He chuckled, then rounded solicitously on Peder.‘Hungry?’ he said vaguely.‘Want something to eat?’‘Just some sugar,’ Peder answered weakly.‘Sugar? Just sugar? How much sugar you want?’‘All you’ve got.’ Peder felt ill
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