"Not to us, it isn't. Nor to _Dernier Cri_ Garments. And there's no way
it can be salvaged. But you just might be able to dispose of it on one
of the more backward planets, and to this end Pastelsilks, Incorporated
is willing to defer demanding restitution from your bonding company for
six months."
"Six months doesn't give me very much time to peddle a thousand bolts
of invisible silk," Drake said.
"_I consider it a very handsome_ gesture on our part. Of course if
you're not interested, we can--"
"I'll give it a try," Drake said. "Which of the backward planets would
you recommend?"
"Marie Elena, Dandelion, Little Sun, Dread--"
"Is Azure a possibility?"
"Why yes, Azure ought to provide a potential market. Its peoples are
largely members of the peasantry, and it's conceivable that they might
be attracted by bolts of colored mists and pastel nothingness."
"Good," Drake said, getting to his feet. "I'll be on my way then."
"One minute, Mr. Drake. Before you leave, I would like to make a
suggestion with regard to your appearance."