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tricks to try and undermine or destroy the starport. It wasn’t that long ago they started an esper plague here, using a disguised vector called Typhoid Mary. A lot of people died before Security finally tracked her down. They’re still recovering.”
    “They’ve been through a lot,” said Young Jack. “We’ll just have to convince them of the importance of our various missions here. We must have Mistworld on our side if we’re to win the rebellion. Their espers will be an invaluable asset.”
    “Glad someone’s keeping an eye on the big picture,” said Owen. “But I would go easy on the exposition when you get down there. Mistworlders aren’t big on speeches.”
    “You should know,” said Hazel.
    The landing pads were practically deserted, with only a handful of smugglers’ ships, huddled together at one end of the field as though for comfort. The
Sunstrider II
settled comfortably onto the pad set aside, marked by flaring oil lamps. The tall steelglass control tower was the only sign of high tech at the starport, its bright electric lights blazing through the thick, swirling mists. Owen had the ship’s computers shut down everything except the security systems, then led the way out of the ship and onto the landing field.
    The cold cut at them like a knife as they filed out of the airlock, searing their exposed faces and burning in their lungs as they all huddled in the thick furs the ship had provided. Owen beat his gloved hands together and glared about him. He’d forgotten how much he hated this place. And not just for the cold.
    The mists were at their thickest, in the early hours of the morning before the rising of Mistworld’s pale sun. Beyond the control tower, the lights of the city showed only dimly through the shifting grey walls of fog. Young Jack Random looked calmly about him. He didn’t even have the decency to shiver like the rest of them.
    “The old place hasn’t changed a bit. Colder than a witch’s tit and even less inviting.”
    “And when were you last here?” said Hazel, not bothering to hide the suspicion in her voice.
    “I’ve been here several times, down the years,” Random said easily. “In fact, I started out here, some twenty years ago, trying to raise troops for a rebellion on Lyonesse. I found a few brave souls to join me, but that was all. They didn’t know me then. Hopefully I’ll do rather better this time.”
    “Heads up,” said Jenny Psycho. “Someone’s coming. Three people. One’s an esper, but his mind is closed to me.”
    “Stay out of the other people’s heads as well,” said Hazel sharply. “This is an esper city, and they take their mental privacy very seriously. You upset the powers that be here, and we’ll be taking what’s left of you home in a straightjacket. From this point on, you use your esp by invitation only. Got it?”
    Jenny Psycho shrugged. “I can’t help it if their minds are shouting at me all the time. And the powers that be here had better watch out for themselves. I have been transformed by the Mater Mundi, and there isn’t a mind in this city that’s my equal.”
    “That settles it,” said Hazel. “From now on, you stay well clear of the rest of us. That way whenever it happens, whatever horrible thing it turns out to be, we’ll all be a safe distance away. Hiding.”
    They were saved Jenny’s acid reply by the sudden emergence of three figures from the shifting mists. There was no warning. One moment there was only the fog, and then two men and a woman came striding out of the mists toward them. Owen found that quietly disturbing. Usually his new powers gave him advance warning of things like that. Why, dammit, did it work sometimes and not others? He found his hand had dropped automatically to the sword at his side and quickly moved it away again. He recognized two of the newcomers from files he’d been shown at his last briefing. Port Director Gideon Steel was a short fat man with calm, thoughtful eyes and a