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rolls and softened butter.
Everything except brush our teeth and massage our feet, Channa thought. It was
a little unnerving. Most places you asked for the selection, told the table
what you wanted, and a float brought the meal to you. The sheer expense of
having live human beings do all this!
"I'd never've et in here if it weren't on the station's ticket," Patsy
confessed in a whisper during a lull in the service. "Or unless a date was
really tryin to impress
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me. More relaxin with another female N you kin concentrate on the food without
insultin' 'em.
"If this weren't complimentary, I wouldn't be here now, either."
They grinned at each other.
"Well, thank you fer invitin' me," Patsy said. "I
woulda thought you might invite that med-tech you were talkin' to last night."
"Please, I'm looking forward to this meal. I won't be
able to eat if I remember him. Have you heard some of his anecdotes?"
"All of "em," Patsy said, nodding solemnly. "You've a point thar, ma'am.
Chaundra's a nice enough feller, but his stomach's a mite too strong fer me."
"Besides, you and I have similar taste in music. You can always talk to
someone who likes the same music."
Talk they did, touching on everything from
Geranian folk ballads to eighteenth-century Earth composers, eventually
matching the personnel of the station to various types of music.
"Simeon? Straight honky-tonk, no question,"
Channa said firmly.
Patsy laughed. "Oh, c'mon, Channa, there's unplumbed depths there. He's not
that simple. It's just that the minin center assignment came at an impres-
sionable age fer him. Rough, tough rockjack, you know. His public image."
"Well." She looked down at the menu. It provided motion holos of the dishes as
she ran her finger down the page. "I'll start with these grumawns, first, in
the fiery sauce. Cleardrop soup. Grilled rack of jumbuk from Mother Hutton's
World N good grief, they do have everything here! N baby carrots, salad. Spun
pastry bluet confection for dessert, with Port Royal cof-
fee. Castiliari brandy."
"Sounds good. I'll go with the jumbuk too, but...
hmm. Fennel-leek soup first. Wine?"
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"I don't usually N" Channa began.
"If I might suggest?" Mart'an appeared at their table. Appeared, Channa
thought, as if he'd blinked out of some hypothetical subspace. "The Mon'rach
'97 to begin with, a half-bottle. Then, with the main course, a
Hosborg estate-bottled '85. I'll open it now so it can breathe."
"Sure," Channa said, then sighed with pleasure.
"You know, I was looking forward to the Perimeter, ever since they told me
SSS-900 would be N"
"SSS-900-C, now, Ms. Hap."
Channa blushed."N would be my next assignment"
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The first course arrived. The pink grumawns were coiled steaming on top of a
bed of fragrant saffron rice, the sauce to one side. Channa took a sip of the
wine,
chilled and with a feint scent of violets, then lifted one grumawn on the end
of a two-tined fork.
"I did do a lot of work today," she murmured to her-
self. She opened her mouth, and N
The Confederate armor was grinding through the woods and fields north of
Indianapolis. The burning city cast a pall of smoke into the sky behind them.
Diesel engines pig-grunted as the smooth low-slung shapes of the tanks and
tank-destroyers crashed through brush and twelve-foot high cornstalks, past
the flaming shards of a farmhouse and barns. The long 90mm bar-
rels of the tank guns swung toward the thin strung-out lines of the Union
convoys, caught in the flank as they attempted to switch front The fighting
vehicles surged back on their tracks at each monster crack of high-
velocity cannon fire, and the air filled with the bitter scent of cordite.
Chaos spread through the blue ranks as tracer and cannon fire sent trucks
exploding into globes of magenta fire. A Northern tank dissolved, the turret
flipping up like a frying-pan, a hundred meters into the air.
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rolls and softened butter.
Everything except brush our teeth and massage our feet, Channa thought. It was
a little unnerving. Most places you asked for the selection, told the table
what you wanted, and a float brought the meal to you. The sheer expense of
having live human beings do all this!
"I'd never've et in here if it weren't on the station's ticket," Patsy
confessed in a whisper during a lull in the service. "Or unless a date was
really tryin to impress
THE CITY WHO FOUGHT
35
me. More relaxin with another female N you kin concentrate on the food without
insultin' 'em.
"If this weren't complimentary, I wouldn't be here now, either."
They grinned at each other.
"Well, thank you fer invitin' me," Patsy said. "I
woulda thought you might invite that med-tech you were talkin' to last night."
"Please, I'm looking forward to this meal. I won't be
able to eat if I remember him. Have you heard some of his anecdotes?"
"All of "em," Patsy said, nodding solemnly. "You've a point thar, ma'am.
Chaundra's a nice enough feller, but his stomach's a mite too strong fer me."
"Besides, you and I have similar taste in music. You can always talk to
someone who likes the same music."
Talk they did, touching on everything from
Geranian folk ballads to eighteenth-century Earth composers, eventually
matching the personnel of the station to various types of music.
"Simeon? Straight honky-tonk, no question,"
Channa said firmly.
Patsy laughed. "Oh, c'mon, Channa, there's unplumbed depths there. He's not
that simple. It's just that the minin center assignment came at an impres-
sionable age fer him. Rough, tough rockjack, you know. His public image."
"Well." She looked down at the menu. It provided motion holos of the dishes as
she ran her finger down the page. "I'll start with these grumawns, first, in
the fiery sauce. Cleardrop soup. Grilled rack of jumbuk from Mother Hutton's
World N good grief, they do have everything here! N baby carrots, salad. Spun
pastry bluet confection for dessert, with Port Royal cof-
fee. Castiliari brandy."
"Sounds good. I'll go with the jumbuk too, but...
hmm. Fennel-leek soup first. Wine?"
36
Atme McCaffrey fcf 5JVf. Stating
"I don't usually N" Channa began.
"If I might suggest?" Mart'an appeared at their table. Appeared, Channa
thought, as if he'd blinked out of some hypothetical subspace. "The Mon'rach
'97 to begin with, a half-bottle. Then, with the main course, a
Hosborg estate-bottled '85. I'll open it now so it can breathe."
"Sure," Channa said, then sighed with pleasure.
"You know, I was looking forward to the Perimeter, ever since they told me
SSS-900 would be N"
"SSS-900-C, now, Ms. Hap."
Channa blushed."N would be my next assignment"
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The first course arrived. The pink grumawns were coiled steaming on top of a
bed of fragrant saffron rice, the sauce to one side. Channa took a sip of the
wine,
chilled and with a feint scent of violets, then lifted one grumawn on the end
of a two-tined fork.
"I did do a lot of work today," she murmured to her-
self. She opened her mouth, and N
The Confederate armor was grinding through the woods and fields north of
Indianapolis. The burning city cast a pall of smoke into the sky behind them.
Diesel engines pig-grunted as the smooth low-slung shapes of the tanks and
tank-destroyers crashed through brush and twelve-foot high cornstalks, past
the flaming shards of a farmhouse and barns. The long 90mm bar-
rels of the tank guns swung toward the thin strung-out lines of the Union
convoys, caught in the flank as they attempted to switch front The fighting
vehicles surged back on their tracks at each monster crack of high-
velocity cannon fire, and the air filled with the bitter scent of cordite.
Chaos spread through the blue ranks as tracer and cannon fire sent trucks
exploding into globes of magenta fire. A Northern tank dissolved, the turret
flipping up like a frying-pan, a hundred meters into the air.
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