Rhiow sat and wondered how Urruah could sound so casual about the management of forces which, if Arhu let them slip, could peel the whole mass of Grand Central Terminal off its track-tunneled lower layers and toss it up into the stratosphere the way you would toss a new-killed rat. That was Urruah’s teaching style, though, and it seemed to work with Arhu. Tom stuff, Rhiow thought, and kept her whiskers still: unwise to let the amusement show. For toms, it all comes down to blows and ragged ears in the end. Never mind: whatever works for them…

The weave of the gate before them suddenly shimmered and misted away to invisibility. They got a glimpse of light streaming golden through rustling green leaves, a bustle and rush of ehhif along a checkered black-and-white pavement before them: and suddenly, with a huge clangor of bells, a huge boxy blue-and-white shape turned a corner in front of them and came rushing directly at the gate.

Arhu’s eyes went wide: he yowled and threw himself backwards, dropping the mouthful and double pawful of strings. The view through the gate vanished, leaving nothing but the snapped-back rainbow weave of the hyperstrings, buzzing slightly like strummed guitar strings in the dark air as they resonated off the energy that had built up in them while the gate was open.

Arhu lay on the cinders and panted. “What did I—I didn’t—”

Rhiow yawned. “It was a tram.”

“What?”

“A kind of bus,” Rhiow said. “It runs on electricity: some ehhif cities use them. Don’t ask me where that was, though.”

“Blue-and-white tram,” Urruah said. “Combined with that smell? That was Zurich.”

“Urruah—”

“No, seriously. There’s a butcher just down the road from there, on the Bahnhofstrasse, and they have this sausage that—”

“Urruah.”

“What? What’s the matter?”

Rhiow sighed. Urruah had four ruling passions: wizardry, food, sex, and oh’ra. They jostled one another for precedence, but you could guarantee in any discussion with Urruah that at least one of them would come up, usually repeatedly. “We don’t need to hear about the sausage,” Rhiow said. “Was that the location you had set into the gate?”