7. The Peak of All PastriesSabienn and Bray hoofed it quick time in the direction of the Port markets. It was starting to get light and there was still some way to go. “I really must question Tabbie’s idea of a five minute walk,” said Sabienn. He then realized he had a pocket full of cash to spare and hailed down a passing cab.
Pulling a twenty bol note from his roll, Sabienn placed it before the driver. “That’d get you half way,” said the driver.
“What about this?” said Sabienn. A hundred bol note was pulled and the driver’s eyes bulged a little.
“That’d do it.” The driver’s Turr ears went red in a tell-tale sign of excitement. They all piled in and the batteries came to speed. “Sirs,” said the driver sheepishly. “You’re very generous. But I must ask. No talk of politics. Or the court
