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Gordon Valley the melons were harvested, and the wine-pressing was ready
to start.

The house was crowded today. All top-level Litchfield seemed to have
turned out, and there were guests from Storisende, and even a few who
had made the trip from Koshchei to be there, Simon Macquarte, the
president of Koshchei Tech; Conn would always remember him in the screen
threatening a whole planet with devastation. Luther Chen-Wong, the chief
executive of Koshchei Colony. Clyde Nichols, the president of Koshchei
Airlines.

He almost bumped into Yves Jacquemont, coming in from the hall.
Jacquemont's beard had been trimmed down to a small imperial, and he was
wearing the uniform of Trisystem & Interstellar Spacelines, nothing at
all like a Federation[Pg 188] Space Navy uniform. He was laughing about
something; he threw an arm over Conn's shoulder, and they went into the
front parlor together.