“Never expected to meet you personally, of course,” Muzzafar said. “Consider it a great honor.”
“I know very little about you except that you command a force from the Scattering,” Teg said.
“Mmmmmph! Not much to know, really.”
Once more, hunger pangs gripped Teg. His gaze went to the button beside the tube slot, which, he remembered, would summon a waiter. This was a place where humans did the work usually assigned to automata, an excuse for keeping a large force assembled at the ready.
Misinterpreting Teg’s interest in the tube slot, Muzzafar said: “Please don’t think of leaving. Having my own medic come in to take a look at you. Shouldn’t be but a moment. Appreciate it if you’d wait quietly until he arrives.”
“I was merely thinking of placing an order for some food,” Teg said.
“Advise you to wait until the doctor’s had his look-see. Stunners leave some nasty aftereffects.”
“So you know about that.”
“Know about the whole damned fiasco. You and your man Burzmali are a force to be reckoned with.”
Before Teg could respond, the tube slot disgorged a tall man in a jacketed red singlesuit, a man so bone-skinny that his clothing gaped and flapped about him. The diamond tattoo of a Suk doctor had been burned into his high forehead but the mark was orange and not the customary black. The doctor’s eyes were concealed by a glistening orange cover that hid their true color.
An addict of some kind? Teg wondered. There was no smell of the familiar narcotics around him, not even melange. There was a tart smell, though, almost like some fruit.
“There you are, Solitz!” Muzzafar said. He gestured at Teg. “Give him a good scan. Stunner hit him day before yesterday.”
Solitz produced a recognizable Suk scanner, compact and fitting into one hand. Its probe field produced a low hum.
“So you’re a Suk doctor,” Teg said, looking pointedly at the orange brand on the forehead.
“Yes, Bashar. My training and conditioning are the finest in our ancient tradition.”
“I’ve never seen the identifying mark in that color,” Teg said.
The doctor passed his scanner around Teg’s head. “The color of the tattoo makes no difference, Bashar. What is behind it is all that matters.” He lowered the scanner to Teg’s shoulders, then down across the body.
Teg waited for the humming to stop.
The doctor stood back and addressed Muzzafar: “He is quite fit, Field Marshal. Remarkably fit, considering his age, but he desperately needs sustenance.”
“Yes . . . well, that’s fine then, Solitz. Take care of that. The Bashar is our guest.”
“I will order a meal suited to his needs,” Solitz said. “Eat it slowly, Bashar.” Solitz did a smart about-face that set his jacket and trousers flapping. The tube slot swallowed him.
“Field Marshal?” Teg asked.
“A revival of ancient titles in the Dur,” Muzzafar said.
“The Dur?” Teg ventured.
“Stupid of me!” Muzzafar produced a small case from a side pocket of his jacket and extracted a thin folder. Teg recognized a holostat similar to one he had carried himself during his long service — pictures of home and family. Muzzafar placed the holostat on the table between them and tapped the control button.
The full-color image of a bushy green expanse of jungle came alive in miniature above the tabletop.
“Home,” Muzzafar said. “Frame bush in the center there.” A finger indicated a place in the projection. “First one that ever obeyed me. People laughed at me for choosing the first one that way and sticking with it.”
Teg stared at the projection, aware of a deep sadness in Muzzafar’s voice. The indicated bush was a spindly grouping of thin limbs with bright blue bulbs dangling from the tips.
Frame bush?
“Rather thin thing, I know,” Muzzafar said, removing his pointing finger from the projection. “Not secure at all. Had to defend myself a few times in the first months with it. Grew rather fond of it, though. They respond to that, you know. It’s the best home in all the deep valleys now, by the Eternal Rock of Dur!”
Muzzafar stared at Teg’s puzzled expression. “Damn! You don’t have frame bushes, of course. You must forgive my crashing ignorance. We’ve a great deal to teach each other, I think.”