The boy looked up from the handful of shells, surprised. "My name is Tel," he said after a moment. "I come from the mainland coast. And I'm a fisherman's son. I thought when I came here I could get a job in the aquariums. That's all you hear about on the coast." Alter smiled. "First of all you're sort of young ..." "But I'm a good fisherman." "... and also, it's very different from fishing on a boat. I guess you'd say that there were a lot of jobs in the aquariums and the hydroponics gardens. But with all the immigrants, there are three people for every job." The boy shrugged. "Well, I can try." "That's right," said Alter. "Come on. Walk with us." Rara huffed. "We'll take him back to Geryn's place and see if we can get him some food. He can probably stay there a little while if Geryn takes a liking to him." "You can't just take every homeless barnacle you find back to Geryn's. You'll have it crawling with every shrimp in the Pot. And suppose he doesn't take a liking to him. Suppose he decides to kick us out in the street." The birthmark on her left cheek darkened. "Aunt Rara, please," said Alter. "I'll handle Geryn." Rara huffed once more. "How come when we're two weeks behind on the rent, you can't find a kind word in your mouth for the old man when he threatens to throw us onto the street? Yet for the sake of a handful of pretty shells ..." "_Please ..._" A breeze seeped through the narrow street, picked a shock of Alter's white hair and flung it back from her shoulder. "Anyway, Geryn may be able to use him. If Tel stowed away, that means he doesn't have any papers." Tel frowned with puzzlement. Rara frowned with chastisement in her eyes. "You are not supposed to refer to that, ever." "Don't be silly," said Alter. "It's just a fantasy of Geryn's anyway. It'll never happen. And without papers, Tel can't get a job at the aquariums, even if they wanted him. So if Geryn thinks he can fit him into his crazy plan, Tel will come out a lot better than if he had some old ten-unit-a-week factory job. Look, Rara, how can Geryn possibly kidnap ..." "Be quiet," snapped Rara. "And even if he did, what good is it going to do? It's not as if it were the king himself." "I don't understand," said Tel. "That's good," said Rara. "And if you want to keep going with us, you won't try to find out." "We can tell you this much," said Alter. "The man who owns the inn where we stay wants to do something. Now, he is a little crazy. He's always talking to himself, for example. But he needs someone who has no identification registered in the City. Now, if he thinks he can use you, you'll get free food and a place to sleep. He used to be the gardener on the island estate of the Duchess of Petra. But he drank a little too much and I guess at last he had to go. He still says she sends him messages though, about his plan. But ..." "You don't have to go any further," Rara said, curtly.