H igh up the mountain before them, they could see St. Mark's Cathedral and 
hear its bells ringing changes, mostly just tuneless sequences of notes, but 
sometimes a pretty melody would tumble out, like an unexpected gem from the 
permutations of the I Ching. The Diamond Palace of Source Victoria 
glittered peach and amber as it caught the sunrise, which was still hidden 
behind the mountain. Nell and Harv had slept surprisingly well under the silver 
blanket, but they had not by any means slept late. The martial reveille from 
the Sendero Clave had woken them, and by the time they hit the streets again, 
Sendero's burly Korean and Incan evangelists were already pouring out of their 
gate into the common byways of the Leased Territories, humping their folding 
mediatrons and heavy crates of little red books. "We could go in there,
Nell," Harv said, and Nell thought he must be joking. "Always plenty to eat 
and a warm cot in Sendero."