corridor. The fifth door on the right.” Tuf rose with ponderous dignity, and began cleaning up as she left.When the Guardian returned he had opened a decanter of liquor, vividly scarlet, and was stroking a black-and-white cat who had made herself at home on the table. “You’re hired, Tuf,” said Kefira Qay, seating herself. “Two million standards. After you win this war.”“Agreed,” said Tuf. “Let us discuss your
