Frowning, I realized I was standing and staring at golden game gloves. I must concentrate on Bartholomea’s gift and return to the carc. I pivoted searching the offerings of nearby shops. I had wandered into a dim area with a cafe behind me and to the left a green light strobing, hitting a silver lame skinsuit.
        Directly ahead a deep red light fell upon a sphere which coiled with ion traces. I thought at once of Eoeun awe of the lines of demarcation and of riders who rode them. I lifted it and held it cupped in my hands. After I had held it for several seconds music came from it soft and haunting, elicited by warmth. I purchased it and sent it off at a courier panel.