Dimples was right.
There was a long row of crystals in a nutrient tank against one wall, arranged so that it could not be seen into from the windows. About fifty crystals were racked there and each had a six-inch figure in it. I walked over to look at them with John.
"These aren't the ones I sent!" John said.
"They're not?"
"Not one."
We looked at the line in silence. I had gotten used to handling filled crystals, but the sight of all these human beings, miniature and watching us, making waving motions so for as they could within the lattice of their crystals—this was unnerving.
"No," John Thay repeated. "These are not ours. But that one there is the bubble dancer we were expelled for bringing here!"
I looked at the little figure, pink against the clear quartz.
"Who are the others?" I asked.
John Thay walked briskly down the line scooping them up.