Chapter fiveJust as I expected, Veda’s nose went up in the air as she said: “Huh! It would all have gone very differently if I’d been with you.”
We were at the first breakfast. The ambassador ate his clus-fruit and cereal in silence. He did give me a sly little look which meant, or so I imagined, “I wonder!” Of course, the look could have meant, “I don’t doubt it.” I ate my palines studiously.
Of course, by Vox, that dry little look could mean: “Yes. And if I’d been there, it would all have gone swimmingly.”
“Well?” demanded Veda.
“You can’t win ’em all the time.”
Now whilst this is undeniably true, I had a flash of memory of what my kregoinya comrade Mevancy would have said to that. “Oh, you!” she’d have burst out.
As for my kregoinye comrade, the Kildoi Fweygo, he would have— I hal
