mming。 She had no experience with currents or riptides； nor had she considered the possibility of sudden squalls interrupting her journey。 Those she encountered halfway across the deep blue stretch of sea to the large island。
She was so busy trying to correct her course while the current pulled her steadily south that she was unaware of the squall until it pelted against her sunburned back。 The next thing she knew she was waist deep in water。 How the canoe stayed afloat at all； she didn't know。 Bailing was a futile exercise but it was the only remedy she had。 Then suddenly she felt the canoe sinking with her and； in a panic lest she be pulled down； she swam clear； and had no way to resist the insidious pull of the current。
Once again the stubborn survival instinct came to Killashandra's aid； and wisely she ceased struggling against the current and the run of the waves； and concentrated on keeping her head above water。 She was still thrashing her arms when her legs grated against a hard surface。 She crawled out of the water and a few more meters from the pounding surf before oblivion overcame her。
Familiar sounds and familiar smells penetrated her fatigue and allowed her to enjoy the pangs of thirst and hunger once again。 Awareness of her surroundings gradually increased and she roused to the sound of human voices raised in a happy clamor somewhere nearby。 She sat up and found herself on one end of a wide curving beach of incredible beauty； on a harbor sheltering a variety of shipping。 A large settlement dominated the center of the harbor； with mercial buildings at the center gradually giving way to residences and a broad promenade that paralleled the beach before retreating into the polly plantations。
For a long time Killashandra could only sit and stare at the scene； rendered witless by her great good fortune。 And then not at all sure what her next step should be。 To arrive； announcing her rank and title； demanding transport back to the City？ How many people had been privy to her abduction？ An island weapon had made the first assault against her。 She had better go cautiously。 She had better act circumspectly。
Yes； indeed she should； she realized as she stood up and found herself without a shred of clothing on her body。 Nudity might not be appreciated here。 She was too far away to notice how much or how little clothing the happy group on her side of the bay was wearing。 So she would get close enough to discover。
She did that with little trouble； and also discovered abandoned clothing； shirts and long； full skirts of decoratively painted polly fiber as well as undecorated underskirts。 So she took several of those； picking from different piles； and a conservatively marked shirt and dressed herself。 She also filched several packets of food； spoiling someone's picnic lunch but filling the void in her belly。 No footwear had been left on the beach； so she concluded that bare feet would not be distinctive and her soles were sufficiently callused now not to trouble her。 The off…white of her underskirts set off the fine brown of her tanned skin。
She tucked her knife under the waistband； then set off on the well…marked path toward the main settlement。
Chapter 9
What Killashandra required most was a credit outlet。 She would need more clothing … a proper； decorated overdress … if she was to blend in with the islanders。 As well； she needed some sort of acmodation and enough credit to get her back to the mainland or wherever the City was located。
None of the mercial buildings facing the harbor appeared to have credit outlets； though all had intake units。 One of them had to； or this planet was more backward than she'd previously thought。 Every inhabited planet utilized the standard credit facilities。
She had a bit of a fright； too； while she was making her initial reconnaissance … the sight of herself in a reflective surface。 Sun had streaked the top layer of her dark hair almost blonde； had bleached her eyebrows to nonexistence。 This； plus the deep brown of her tan； altered her appearance so that she had almost not recognized herself。 The whites and the intense green of her eyes with the filtering lenses were emphasized by the tan and dominated her face。 The exertions of the last few days had thinned all the flesh which she had acquired with easy living on the voyage。 She was as gaunt as if she'd been in the Crystal Ranges for weeks。 Furthermore she felt like she had。 Why was it； when she was tired； she still felt the crystal surging through her bones？
There was only one other building on the waterfront； set off a little from the others； looking rather more prosperous。 A factor's residence？ She made for it； having little choice； ignoring the covert glances of the few pedestrians。 Was the munity so small that any stranger was remarkable？ Or was it indeed her lack of the proper attire that occasioned their scrutiny？
She recognized the building's function as soon as she climbed the short flight of stairs to the wide verandah which surrounded all four sides。 The smell of stale beer and spirits was manifest； as well as a burned…vegetable odor； pungent and not altogether unpleasant。 It was always good to know where the brew was served。
The main room of the tavern was empty and dark and； despite the sea breezes wafting through； stank of a long night's drinking。 Chairs were neatly piled on the tables； the floor had been swept and glistened wetly to one side； where mop and pail propped open a door。 She gave the room a sweeping glance； which stopped at the reassuring shape of a credit outlet。
Hoping she could make her transaction in private； she glided across the floor on her bare feet。 Slipping her I。D。 under the visiplate； she tapped out a modest credit demand。 The sound of the outlet's whirring and burping was unnaturally loud in the deserted room。 She grabbed the credit notes； pressing them quickly into a wad in one hand while she tapped out the security code that would erase the transaction from all but the central credit facility on the planet。
〃Ya wanted something？〃 An unshaven face peered around the half…open door。
〃I got it；〃 Killashandra said； ducking her head and making a speedy exit before she could be detained。
While this island town had more in the way of merchandise establishments that catered to fishermen and planters； she had marked the soft goods store in her search for the credit outlet。 It was unoccupied and automated so that she didn't need to manufacture explanations to a salesperson。 It only struck her then that in none of the shops on the waterfront had she seen human attendants。 She shrugged it off as another island oddity。 She bought two changes of the brightly decorated； and rather charmingly patterned； outer garments； additional underskirts … for custom apparently demanded a plethora of female skirts … sandals of plaited polly tree fiber； a matching belt and pouch； and a carisak of a similar manufacture。 She also got some toilet articles and a tube of moisturizing cream for her dry skin。
The little shop boasted a rather archaic information unit； a service Killashandra needed almost as badly as credit。 She dialed first for hostel information and was somewhat daunted by the fact that all the listed facilities were closed until the Season。 Well； she'd slept on island beaches for nearly four weeks and e to no harm。 She queried about eating places and found that these also were closed until the Season。 Irritated because she didn't wish to spend time gathering food in a large settlement； she tapped out a request for transport facilities。
Quite an astonishing variety of ships were available for charter： for fishing； pleasure cruising； and underwater assisted exploration 〃with requisite official permits。 Travel documents are required for passengers or cargo。 Apply Harbor Master。〃
〃Which I can't do until I know more about this place；〃 Killashandra muttered as a stately woman entered the premises。 〃And how many in sympathy with my kidnappers。〃
〃Did you find all you needed？〃 the woman said in a liquidly melodic voice； her large and expressive brown eyes showing concern。
〃Yes； yes； I did；〃 Killashandra said； surprised into a nervous response。
〃I'm so glad。 We don't have m