That was another thing about the Deyzara, Jemunu-jah reflected as he worked to compose a reply to his companion’s question. They had no hesitation about prying into one’s personal history. In this instance, however, he felt it arose from Masurathoo’s genuine curiosity about him and not from the usual Deyzaran desire to gain some sort of commercial or personal advantage.
Sitting back from the canopy through which he had been watching the Viisiiviisii slide past below, he spoke without turning: “Family always thought me strange. On rare nights when rain would stop and sky clear, others would stay inside houses to avoid attentions of possible predators. I more inquisitive than fearful. Especially at night. Would go outside, sit on porch or branch, and look up at stars. Unreachable lights shimmering through the mist. Always wanted to touch them.”
“Now you very much can,” Masurathoo observed approvingly, “thanks to the great Commonwealth.”
“No, not yet.” Jemunu-jah turned to regard his companion. “Other things must be settled first.” He did not elaborate, and Masurathoo did not press for details. “Besides, I have not enough money. Enough . . . credit. That one reason why I finally decide take this task—though not really wanting to.”
“Something else we have in common then, sir. I admit openly this was not my first choice of assignment for this and forthcoming weeks. However, as you have so clearly stated, the remuneration is very good indeed. Also, it provides a most excellent opportunity to ingratiate myself to the Commonwealth authorities, whose contacts are of significant assistance in improving one’s standing within the local business community.”