Julian said smoothly: “Truly, Dame Larica, you make much out of nothing — what is, at worst, idle talk."
Dame Clytie stated: “The point is not germane to the main issue, and should not be raised.”
"Why not, when the Peefers intend to destroy the Conservancy? It is no wonder you side with the Yips."
Julian said: “Truly, Dame Furgus, you have it all wrong. Members of the LPF party — not 'Peefers', if you don’t mind — are practical idealists! We believe in first things first! Before we cook soup, we make sure we have a pot!”
“Well spoken, Julian” declared Dame Clytie. "I have never heard such weird and wonderful accusations!”
Julian performed an airy flourish of the wine glass. "In a world of infinite choices, anything is possible. All things flow, nothing is fixed.”
Lewyn Barduys looked at Flitz. “Julian is talking high abstraction. Are you confused?"
“No."
“Are you are acquainted with these ideas?"
“I wasn’t listening. “
Julian drew back in shock. “What a pity and what a loss. You have missed several of my most inspirational dictums!”
“Perhaps you will repeat them another time."
Egon Tamm said: “I notice that Dame Cora has summoned us to lunch. She will prefer that we desist from politics during our meal.”
The party trooped out upon the tree-shaded terrace: a structure of dark swamp-elm planks built out over the water of the lagoon. On a table laid with pale green cloth, settings of green and blue faience had been arranged, along with tall goblets of swirled dark red glass.
Dame Cora seated her guests with amiable disregard for their antipathies, so that Glawen found himself beside Dame Clytie and across from Julian, with Dame Cora herself at his left.
Conversation was initially tentative, touching on a variety of casual topics, although Dame Clytie for the most part maintained a glum silence. Julian inquired again in regard to Wayness. “When is she expected home?”
“The girl is a total puzzle," said Dame Cora. "She declares herself homesick, still she seems to have no schedule or timetable. Evidently her research is keeping her occupied.”
Barduys asked: “Into what kind of research is she involved?"
“I gather she is studying conservancies of the past, trying to learn why some were successful and others failed.”
“Interesting,” said Barduys. “It would seem a large project.”
“That is my feeling, “said Dame Cora.
Egon Tamm said: “Still, it can do no harm, and she will learn a great deal. I feel that everyone who is able to do so should make a pilgrimage to Old Earth during his lifetime."
“Earth is the source of all true culture,” said Dame Cora.
Dame Clytie sat in a bleak monotone: “I fear that Old Earth is tired, decadent, and morally bankrupt."
"I think you are overstating the case, “said Dame Cora. “I am acquainted with Pirie Tamm and he is neither decadent nor immoral, and if he is tired, it is because he is old.”
Julian tapped his goblet with a spoon to command attention. “I have arrived at the opinion that anything said about Old Earth is both true and false at the same time. I would like to visit Old Earth myself."
Egon Tamm spoke to Barduys. “What is your opinion?"
"I seldom form opinions about anything, or anyone, or anywhere," said Barduys. “If nothing else, I reduce the risk of issuing absurd pronouncements."
Julian compressed his lips. “Still, experienced travelers know the difference between one place and another. That is known as ‘discrimination’.''
"Perhaps you are right. What do you say, Flitz?”
"You may pour me some more wine."
"Sensible, though the message is latent."
Dame Cora asked Barduys: “I gather, then, that you have visited Earth?”
“Yes indeed on many occasions."
Dame Cora gave her head a wondering shake. “I am surprised that you and, ah, 'Flitz' found your way out to this remote little backwater at the end of the Wisp."
“We are essentially tourists. Cadwal is not without a reputation for the quaint and unique."
“And what sort of business do you generally pursue?"
"In the main, I am an old-fashioned entrepreneur, assisted to a large extent by Flitz. She is highly astute.”
Everyone turned to look at Flitz, who laughed, showing beautiful white teeth.
Dame Cora asked: “And 'Flitz', for a fact, is the only name you use?"
Flitz nodded. “That is all.”
Barduys explained: "Flitz has discovered that a single name meets her needs and sees no reason to burden herself with a set of redundant and unnecessary syllables."
“ 'Flitz' is an unusual name,” said Dame Cora. “I wonder as to its derivation.”
Julian asked Flitz: “Was your name originally 'Fittzenpoof' or something of the sort?”
Flitz slid a brief sidelong stare toward Julian. “No.” She returned to the contemplation of her goblet.
Dame Cora addressed Barduys. “Do you have some special area of business in which you are most interested?”
“To some extent,” said Barduys. “For a time I was occupied with the logic of public transport, and I became involved in the construction of submarine transit-tubes. Recently I have taken a fancy to what I call ‘theme' inns and hostelries.”
“We have several of these here and there around Deucas,” said Egon Tamm. “We call them 'wilderness lodges’.''
“If time permits I will visit some of these," said Barduys.
“I have already examined the Araminta Hotel. Sad to say, it lacks interest, and is even a bit archaic.”
“Like everything else at Araminta Station,” sniffed Dame Clytie.
Glawen said: “The hotel, for a fact, is something of an outrage. It was put together in bits and pieces, an annex at a time. Eventually, we'll build another, but I expect that the new Orpheum will come first, if only because Floreste collected a good part of the financing.”
Egon Tamm said to Glawen: "Perhaps now is as good a time as any to read Floreste's letter.”
“Certainly, if anyone is interested.”
“I am interested,” said Dame Clytie.
“I also.” said Julian.
"Just as you like.” Glawen brought out the letter. “Some of the material I will omit, for one reason or another, but I think you will find the balance interesting.”
Dame Clytie instantly bristled. “Read the letter in its entirety if you please. I see no reason for truncations. We all either public officials or persons of the highest integrity.”
Julian said gently: “Dear Aunt Clytie, I hope it is not a case of either one or the other.”
Glawen said: “I will read as much of the letter as possible. “He opened the envelope, removed the letter, and began to read, omitting the sections dealing with Shattorak and all mention of Chilke. Julian listened with a lofty half-smile; Dame Clytie made occasional clicking sounds between her teeth. Barduys listened with polite interest, while Flitz stared off across the lagoon. Warden Fergus and Dame Larica gave occasional small exclamations of shock.
Glawen finished the letter. He folded it and replaced it in his pocket. Warden Furgus turned to Dame Clytie". And these abominable folk are your allies? You and the other Peefers are fools!”
"LPFers, if you don’t mind." murmured Julian.
Dame Clytie said heavily: "I am seldom mistaken in my appraisals of the human condition! Floreste evidently recorded events incorrectly, or wrote to the order of Bureau B. The letter may well be a bare-faced forgery.”
Egon Tamm said: “Dame Clytie, you should not utter such charges without substantiation. In effect, you are slandering Captain Clattuc.”
“Hmf. Forgery to the side, the fact remains that the statements in this letter fail to accord with my view of the case.”