"What are you doing here?" she asked sharply.
"The same thing you mean to do, Lady. I'm seeking the answers to certain problems."
"Can a rucker read minds like a globe?"
He laughed. "It was an obvious guess, Lady."
"And have you found answers, Dawvys?"
He sighed. "I cannot read, as the Lady knows. No rucker reads."
She watched his face a moment. "Stay here," she said. "I can read."
"The Lady of the Mink is kind," he said, bowing. The title did not shock her. Strangeness on strangeness!
The book was full of queer writing, like none she had ever seen. Instead of letters that each stood alone, the letters were joined, each word being a unit without a break; and they seemed to stand up a little from the page, not being sunken into the paper as all printing was that she had seen.