Mulling the possible meanings of Gallett’s words I was more than halfway to the slot when I remembered I must purchase something for Bartholomea. I wanted to get on. I would start at once for Mirhveda. But knowing Bartholomea’s happiness to bring such a gift and honor from their rider to her village I spun about and went to the lift column, jumped on a step and took it down to level 14 which was a maze of cafes and shops delineated by deeply colored and artistically spotted lights.