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.