"I know a woman Witch on another world. We make love together sometimes. But I know her only well enough to know better than to ask favors of her."
"There are lots of Witches," Hale said in nervous exasperation. "One of them is bound to Companion with you on a thing like this."
Ham touched his fingers to his wrist. "I think not. No other Witch is going to help me set a precedent to put them out of the trade."
"But the Code!" Hale said furiously. "Surely you can count on your fellow Witches under the Code."
"Why? I couldn't count on my fellow Companions under the Code," said Hammen, and pressed his wristphone into silence.
Hammen stepped from the alcove back into Gordus' office to find a lovely golden woman groveling at the coordinator's feet. The coordinator was smiling at the pleasure of the thing.
"What's this?" Hammen demanded.
"Cargo," Gordus said.
"Is she ill?"