Wordless, she shook her head; began to play again.
Another fragmentary pause.
"Somewhere else in the Belt, maybe?" Ross persisted. "Vesta? Ceresta? H'sana?"
Again, silent denial.
Ross frowned. "I didn't know they played vocorn pipes anywhere outside the Belt."
Veta Hall broke off her music for an instant. "They don't," she retorted succinctly, and plunged back into a Chonya dirge.
Ross laughed. "All right, I'll put the question straight, then: where are you from?"
"Ganymede. Porforio."
"And the pipe—?"
"I had a Pallastan teacher, an enthusiast. He convinced me that all the inner and outer planets, and the satellites between, were holding their breath waiting for someone to come along and play a vocorn pipe for them."