“What are you going to do with us?” Symington asked after transferring Green to the couch.
“I don’t know,” Amassa said simply. “I haven’t thought it out yet. Something interesting will come to mind, no doubt.”
“Why are you taking so much interest in us?” asked Belilo.
“Oh, I guess because I’m Consakannis’s nitzah.”
The language lessons implanted in Hawker’s mind reminded him of that term’s meaning. A nitzah was somewhat less than a spouse, but considerably more than a casual friend. It was not always a s****l relationship, but the exact subtleties of the arrangement were beyond his comprehension.
Belilo licked her lips. “Now look, if you want revenge for what we did, you have to remember he goaded us into it. If he’d explained himself at the time and cooperated with us, we wouldn’t ha
