21
WHEN DARKNESS had fallen, we left the apartment through the kitchen door. A short walk brought us to the station, where a private train took us to the airport. No one bothered our group; in fact no one much seemed to be out at all. One could, of course, blame it on the gamra meeting, but I suspected that Ezhya’s status gave him perks which reached into places I couldn’t begin to contemplate.
A casual observer would have seen a high-ranking gamra diplomat in all blue walking to the station with six bodyguards—two Indrahui and four Coldi. Within the group, I had no doubt whose mission this was.
There was no crush getting into a crowded aircraft, no waiting. Ezhya goaded me into taking the front bench seat while he took the controls.
Casual conversation continued.
What? I had no skill
