ts. Citizen Khouzhik and Citizen Eschkhaffar--they were all
calling each other Citizen, now--were contesting overlapping
jurisdictions. Khouzhik wanted to change the name of his Management--he
no longer bothered mentioning Sesar Martwynn--to Labor and Industry. To
this, Mykhyl Eschkhaffar objected vehemently; any Industry that was
going to be managed would be managed by his--Oraze Borztall was
similarly left unmentioned--management of Public Works. And they were
also feuding about the robotic and remote-controlled equipment that had
been sent down from the _Empress Eulalie_ to the Austragonia
nuclear-power works.

Khouzhik was also in controversy with Yakoop Zhannar, who was already
calling himself People's Provost-Marshal. Khouzhik had taken over all
the private armed-guards on the Masterly farms and in the factories, and
assimilated them into something he was calling the People's Labor
Police, ostensibly to enforce the new Code of Employment Practice.
Zhannar insisted that they should be under his Management; when Chmidd
and Hozhet supported Khouzhik, he began clamoring for the return of the
regular army to his control.

Commodore Shatrak was more than glad to get rid of the Adityan army, and
so was Pyairr Ravney, who was in immediate command of them. The Adityans
didn't care one way or the other. Zhannar was delighted, and so were
Chmidd and Hozhet. So, oddly, was Zhorzh Khouzhik. At the same time, the
state of martial law proclaimed on the day of the landing was
terminated.

The days slipped by. There were entertainments at the new Proconsular
Palace for the Masterly residents of Zeggensburg, and Erskyll and his
staff were entertained at Masterly palaces. The latter affairs pained
Prince Trevannion excessively--hours on end of gorging uninspired
cooking and guzzling too-sweet wine and watching ex-slave performers
whose acts were either brutal or obscene and frequently both, and, more
unforgivable, stupidly so. The Masterly conversation was simply stupid.

He borrowed a reconn-car from Ravney; he and Lanze Degbrend and,
usually, one or another of Ravney's young officers, took long trips of
exploration. They fished in mountain streams, and hunted the small
deerlike game, and he found himself enjoying these excursions more than
anything he had done in recent years; certainly anything since Aditya
had come into the viewscreens of the _Empress Eulalie_. Once in a while,
they claimed and received Masterly hospitality