They went down to the water, past the rocks, and sat in a black shadow. Only the night sky seemed to have light. Turk said nothing because he was waiting and Quinn said nothing because he was trying not to think. I’ll start with the first thing that comes to my mind—“I’ve changed my mind,” he said.Turk didn’t know yet what that meant, but the voice he heard next to him in the dark was hard and impersonal. It was impersonal with an effort and Turk felt uneasy.“I told you once I’d help you to a slice of Remal if you helped me.”“I know. I remember.”“You came through and now I’ll come through. Except for this.”Turk bit his nail and wished he could see Quinn’s face.“I want a slice, too,” said Quinn. “I really want to carve me one out now.”Turk grinned in the dark, grinned till his jaw hurt. He was afraid to make a sound lest he interrupt Quinn or disturb him in any way.“Did you hear me?”“Yes, yes! I see it. I can see how…”“You don’t see a thing.
