Side-to-side motion.
"Not exactly? Well, then—No, that's crazy!"
Clatclit looked a question.
I laughed wearily and sank back onto the cot. "All I get, chum, is the ridiculous impression that Mars was behind the Brain's selecting me back on Earth—"
I sat bolt upright, slightly stunned.
Clatclit was nodding.
13
An hour later, when Clatclit had gone off to do whatever it is that sugarfeet do when they're not playing charades with Earthmen, I joined Snow in a so-so luncheon she'd been able to put together with the help of a few of our dragonish friends. It seemed to be mostly a species of watery tumble-weed, plus a smattering of rubbery white cubes that tried hard to taste like mushrooms, but failed. I was trying to be light and casual.
"We may be poisoned, you know," I remarked, chewing valiantly on a mouthful of the stuff.