like the Great Arthur Linden, who'd made his name across the Allied Systems with his papers exploring the allusive structure of canon-based languages.
God knows they needed him to win another.
There was a worse problem here than just lack of stories, one that would certainly get Officer Monroe summoning her transport-ships if she ever learned of it. Despite thousands of phrases collected and learned in context, a thorough extrapolated grammar and his passable grasp of Gariniya phonetics, Father had never managed to get a Gariniki to recognize that he was speaking their language.
Father was infuriated by the idea of a linguistic problem he couldn't solve, but David had to figure the problem wasn't linguistic at all, or the Great Arthur Linden would have solved it. No, it had to be a social problem – one linked to the mystery of when the geckos told their stories – as the Gariniki would say, why Afara-mudi never talked outside the house.
"The house," David whispered. "Damn!"
What if the gecko stories were told inside the habitations, like bedtime stories?
David quickly clipped a mobile data recorder to his belt. The gecko pair had already moved off. They would have at least a hundred yards on him by now, and Systems rules said humans