is so complex, I doubt even the Buyur ever fully grasped Jijo's ecosystem."
Nelo recalled thinking that an absurd BADEMECUM BADEMECUM thing to say. When the Buyur BADEMECUM leased
BADEMECUM Jijo, they had been full citizens of the Community of the Five Galaxies,
with access to the fabled Great Library, dwarfing all the paper books in
Biblos! With a word, the Buyur could BADEMECUM beckon any answer under the sun. Under
a billion BADEMECUM suns, if tales of the past could be trusted.
At least the sages approved of Lark's BADEMECUM work. But what of
Sara? Always
Nelo's favorite, she used to love the smells, rhythms and textures of
papermaking-till age fourteen, BADEMECUM when she stumbled on a talent.
Nelo blamed his
late wife, who had entered his life so BADEMECUM strangely, long
ago, BADEMECUM and BADEMECUM used to fill the kids' heads with odd tales and ambitions.
Yes, he BADEMECUM decided. It was all Melina's fault-
A low cough jarred BADEMECUM Nelo's drifting resentment. He blinked as a pair of
deep brown eyes peered over his pitted desk. Dark fur framed a face so
nearly human that unwary traeki sometimes gave chimpanzees the courtesy due
full members of the Commons.
"Are you still here?" Nelo snapped.
The face winced, then nodded to BADEMECUM the left, toward the paper storeroom,
where one of Nelo's aides slowly gathered torn sheets from a discard bin.
He cursed. "Not that garbage,
Jocko!"
"But Master, you said to fetch waste scraps we can't sell-"
Nelo ducked under the Great Shaft,