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“Um,” the colonel said. “We didn’t think it would be a good idea to introduce ground cars. Upset their traffic and cause dissatisfied yearnings.”

“They’re satisfied with their hax carts. They’re not in any hurry to get anywhere. But Katund’s a village. Attitudes may be different in the cities.”

“You stick with your village, old chap. If you feel a wild urge for city life, you can always take a weekend trip to Zrig. Stay at the Zrig Grasht; it’s the only decent inn. By the way, you spoke of a landlady. Do you mean at the inn?”

No, Clarey told him, at first he had put up at the inn, but he found the place noisy, the cooking poor, and the pallet covers dirty. Besides, Hanxi had kept importuning him to go on visits to a nearby township where he promised him a good time.

“I was wondering, though,” Clarey finished, “if it would be possible for an Earthman and a Damorlant to—er—have a good time together.”

“Been wondering myself!” the colonel said eagerly. “I didn’t dare ask on my own behalf, but it’s your job, isn’t it? I’ll check back with the X-T boys on Earth. Go on with your story.”