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“But people are always falling asleep during concerts, Irik,” Malesor pointed out reasonably. “And how could you expect barbarians to appreciate good music? What do you care for Earthmen’s opinions as long as your own people like your music?”

Irik hesitated. “But the Earthmen have taken up the new kind of music; they stay awake during that. And—a lot of people seem to think that whatever’s strange is good, so whatever the Earthmen like eventually becomes fashionable.”

Hanxi wiggled his ears. “Fashions change. Well, who’s ready to have his mug refilled?”

“But the Earthmen will keep on setting the fashions,” Irik snarled. “Many people think the Earthmen know everything, just because they’re aloof and have sky cars.”

“Well,” Malesor said, “the sky cars certainly prove they know something we don’t. Better stick to your music, boy.”

The smoky little bar-parlor resounded with laughter and Irik’s face turned a nasty red. “They don’t know anything about music and they don’t know everything about machinery. We might surprise them yet. A friend of mine knows Guhak, the fellow who invented that new brake for the track car a few years ago.”