On the basis of the indoctrination talk on the prison ship, Barrent had expected Omega to be dedicated to the rehabilitation of criminals. To judge by the store signs, this simply wasn't so; or if it was, rehabilitation took some very strange forms. He walked on more slowly, deep in thought. Then he noticed that people were moving out of his way. They glanced at him and ducked in doorways and stores. An elderly woman took one look at him and ran. What was wrong? Could it be his prison uniform? No, the people of Omega had seen many of those. What was it, then? The street was almost deserted. A shopkeeper near him was hurriedly swinging steel shutters over his display of fencing equipment. "What's the matter?" Barrent asked him. "What's going on?" "Are you out of your head?" the shopkeeper said. "It's Landing Day!" "I beg your pardon?" "Landing Day!" the shopkeeper said. "The day the prison ship landed. Get back to your barracks, you idiot!" He slammed the last steel shutter into place and locked it. Barrent felt a sudden cold touch of fear. Something was very wrong. He had better get back in a hurry. It had been stupid of him not to find out more about Omegan customs before.... Three men were walking down the street toward him. They were well dressed, and each wore the small golden Hadji earring in his left ear. All three men carried sidearms. Barrent started to walk away from them. One of the men shouted, "Stop, peon!" Barrent saw that the man's hand was dangling near his gun. He stopped and said, "What's the matter?" "It's Landing Day," the man said. He looked at his friends. "Well, who gets him first?" "We'll choose." "Here's a coin." "No, a show of fingers." "Ready? One, two, three!" "He's mine," said the Hadji on the left. His friends moved back as he drew his sidearm. "Wait!" Barrent called out. "What are you doing?" "I'm going to shoot you," the man said. "But why?" The man smiled. "Because it's a Hadji privilege. On every Landing Day, we have the right to shoot down any new peon who leaves his barracks area." "But I wasn't told!" "Of course not," the man said. "If you new men were told, none of you would leave your barracks on Landing Day. And that would spoil all the fun." He took aim. Barrent reacted instantaneously. He threw himself to the ground as the Hadji fired, heard a hiss, and saw a jagged heatburn score the brick building next to which he had been standing. "My turn now," one of the men said. "Sorry, old man, I believe it's mine." "Seniority, dear friend, has its privileges. Stand clear."