"An." The other woman fell in beside her. "The police station? Does the captain know?"
Priscilla nodded, then paused to regain her balance. "He came to bail us out-dear G.o.ddess!" She stopped, arms closing convulsively around Gordy, who muttered. "Dear G.o.ddess," she said again, though not, Lina thought, prayerfully. "One hundred fifty bits! Out of a tenth-cantra? And the clothes..."
She took a hard breath and began to walk again. "Broke. No money at all."
Lina"s worry increased, but she refrained from pursuing questions, merely remarking that they had reached Gordon"s room and lifting his hand to lay it against the palmlock.
Priscilla laid him on the bed, pulled off his boots, straightened the blanket, and pulled it up. Lina stood by the door, watching and saying nothing.
The boy disposed comfortably, Priscilla glanced around the room, and nodded slightly, then bent and ruffled the silky hair.
"Ma?" Gordy inquired from the depths of sleep.
She started, then completed the caress. "It"s only Priscilla, Gordy. Sleep well."
Lina followed her out, stretching her short legs to keep up with the pace her friend set, evenhalf-drugged.
At the top of the hall Priscilla made to turn right. Lina caught her arm. "No, Priscilla. Your room is this way."
"Have to go to the library," she protested. "Now."
"Not now," Lina said with decision. "Now, you must rest. The library will be in place next shift."
Priscilla shook her head. "Have to see my contract."
"Your contract? Priscilla, it is-conselem-an absurdity! What good does your contract do when you must sleep? You are signed until Solcintra. You may look at your contract any time these next four months. Come to bed."
"He lied," Priscilla said flatly, a decidedly mulish look about her lovely mouth.
Lina sighed. "Who lied? And why must-The captain lied?" She stared up at her friend. "That is not much like him, denubia. Perhaps you misunderstood."
"I"m very tired," Priscilla said clearly, "of misunderstanding. I must see my contract."
"Of course you must," Lina agreed. "It would be very bad to have misunderstood the captain. Let us go to your room and access the file from there." She slipped her arm around the other"s waist.
Priscilla stiffened and moved away-a very little. Lina"s eyes widened, but she said nothing, only withdrew her arm. And waited.
"All right," Priscilla said presently, the mulish look much abated. "Let"s do that. Thank you, Lina."
"I am happy to help," Lina said carefully as they turned left down the hall. "What happened, my friend?"
There was a long pause before the taller woman shook herself and answered. "I was attacked on the street. Gordy tried to help, and we all three got arrested. They called the captain out of a party to-to speak for us."
"Most proper," Lina said, and stopped, waiting for Priscilla to lay her palm against the lock.
It seemed for a moment that she did not recognize her own door. Then she shifted and placed her hand in the center; when the panel slid away, she entered, with Lina trailing after.
"Most proper," Priscilla repeated, standing in the middle of her cabin and staring around as if she had never seen the place before. She spun.
"It cost one hundred fifty bits to speak for me!" she cried with an unexpected but wholly gratifying flare of pa.s.sion. "One hundred fifty! And I"ll have earned a tenth-cantra by the time we reach Solcintra, and I already owe the ship for my clothes-and all my things-my things are gone." Abruptly, she sat on the bed, running violent fingers through the curly cloud of her hair.
Lina came forward, daring to lay her hand on a rigid shoulder. She frowned at the startled jerk. "I did not attack you on the street," she said severely.
Priscilla looked up, apology in her eyes. Lina smiled, lifting the tips of her fingers to a pale cheek.
"Of course I did not. I have been very well brought up." She rugged gently on an errant curl. "Of thisother thing: The ship has a-legal fund. Since you were attacked, I think the fund will pay the expense of your bail. It is a thing you should speak of with the captain. Was he angry with you?"
Priscilla blinked. "I don"t think so. Does he get angry?"
Lina laughed. "If he had been so, you would not be in doubt. So, then, I would not worry about my wages. It is very likely that they remain intact. Now, allow me to call your contract up." She went to the screen.
Behind her, Priscilla stood, moved unsteadily to the mirror shelf, and began to pull things from her pocket. The knotted silk she placed carefully to one side of the usual oddments. Patting her pocket to be sure it was empty, she felt a flat thickness-the card the captain had given her at the shuttlepad. She pulled it out and examined it, her breath catching.
"Lina!"
The Liaden woman was at her elbow instantly. "Yes?"
Priscilla held out the card in a hand that was not at all steady. "What is this, please?"
Lina subjected it to a brief, two-sided scrutiny and handed it back, smiling. "It is a provisional second cla.s.s pilot"s license in the name of Priscilla Delacroix y Mendoza. Ge"shada, my friend, you have done very well."
"I"ve done very well. Done well..." Priscilla stared and suddenly threw back her head, uttering a sound so shattered that no one could have called it laughter. Then she bent double, torn with sobs.
Lina put her arms about her and probed with a Healer"s sure instinct, evading weakened defenses and slashing at the protected reservoir of pain.
Priscilla cried out and went to her knees. Lina held her closer, withdrawing somewhat, content for the present to have the storm rage.
After a time, the sobbing eased and she coaxed her friend to the bed. When they were lying face to face, she probed again, projecting on all possible lines.
Priscilla stirred, sodden lashes lifting, then extended a tentative finger to trace the lines of her friend"s face, exhausted wonderment on her own.
"I see you, sister," she murmured. Then her hand fell away, and she slept, bathed in warm affection and comfort.
SHIPYEAR 65.
TRIPDAY 143.
SECOND SHIFT.
6.00 HOURS.
"But why can"t we sell the perfume here?" Rusty demanded, staring at Lina over a suspended forkful of ice-toast.The Liaden woman sighed. "It is-bah! I have for gotten the word. It is to force one to love another, a..."
"Aphrodisiac," Priscilla supplied, looking up from her own breakfast. "Aphrodisiacs are illegal on some planets. I guess Arsdred"s one of them."
Rusty scowled at his plate.
"Rah Stee, do not!" Lina was laughing. "You will spoil your food! It is not so bad. We will sell at another port." She shook a slender finger in mock severity. "You believe I have given us a loss! But I claim the dice for more than one throw. You will see, my friend: the perfume will sell-and at high profit!"
Rusty looked dubious, and Lina laughed again.
"Priscilla?" a breathless young voice asked at her elbow. She turned her head to discover the cabin boy, clutching a box.
"Good morning, Gordy," she said, offering him a storm-beaten smile. "I thought you were supposed to be learning self-defense first thing this shift."
"Crelm!" he said scornfully. "I did that an hour ago!" He held out the box, plainly expecting her to take it.
She did, full of wonder.
"Cap"n"s compliments," he said formally. "And his apologies for sending you planetside alone." Gordy tipped his head. "He said he was a fool, Priscilla, but he can"t have meant me to tell you that, do you think?"
"Very likely not," she agreed. "So we"ll pretend you didn"t."
"Right. Gotta jet. Morning, Lina! Rusty!"
She sat holding the box in her lap until Rusty inquired, a little impatiently, if she was not going to open it.
"Yes, of course," she murmured, making no move to do so. Allowing me planetside alone? A test, G.o.ddess? she wondered. To see if I would choose revenge, after all? It occurred to her to wonder if the captain"s watch over her had been rather closer than she had supposed. She shook her head and reached for a blunt-edged jelly knife.
The sealing tape broke easily. She laid the knife aside and unfolded the flaps. The box contained several objects, each wrapped in bright gossamer paper.
Very slowly, she pulled out the first object. She unwrapped it as slowly, refusing to acknowledge what weight and shape told her until her eyes added irrefutable evidence.
The object was a rosewood comb, intricately carved with a pattern of stars and flowers, the tines satin-smooth from years of being pulled through a waist-length cascade and, more recently, a brief, unruly mop of hair.
Priscilla took a breath, laid the comb aside, and returned to the box. One by one she uncovered them: the brush and hand mirror that matched the comb, several fired-clay figurines, a thin folder of flatpix, a bra.s.s-bound kaleidoscope, four bound books, nine music-tapes, and three thin silver bangles.
Priscilla held the bangles in her hand for a moment before laying them with the other things. Once, there had been seven: the full complement of a Maiden-near-Wife. Four she had sold at different times, asneed had dictated. They would have been worth far more as a set, sold to a collector of the occult. She never let one go without a wrench that was almost a physical illness.
She laid the bracelets carefully beside the other objects. In the bottom of the box was one more item: a small red velvet box. Frowning, she picked it up.
"What is all this?" Rusty demanded, breaking the silence that had fallen on the three of them.
"My-things," Priscilla said hesitantly. "My personal things that were left behind on Daxflan." She held out the red box. "Except this. I don"t know..." She lifted the lid.
Earrings.
Not her earrings, which had been ornate and old. These were new, not at all ornate, just simple hoops; their plain design was deceptive, for the weight and sheen said platinum, and the individual who had crafted them had signed each with a proud flourish.
Priscilla looked at Lina. "They"re not mine."
"Ah."
"Why?" Priscilla whispered.
Lina moved her shoulders. "He sent apologies. Perhaps he felt you were owed. You should, perhaps, ask."
"Yes..." She closed the lid carefully and put the box with the rest of the items.
Rusty picked up the kaleidoscope and peered through it. "Nice," he murmured.
"Mother, look at the time!" Priscilla cried suddenly, pushing her chair back. "I"m as bad as Gordy! And Ken -. Rik will skin me! Lina-"
"I will take care of them," her friend said, picking up the mirror and beginning to rewrap it. She looked up with a fond smile. "Go. Give Ken Rik a kiss for me."
"You do it, if you want him kissed," Priscilla retorted, and was gone.
Rusty picked up a piece of tissue and clumsily crumpled it around the kaleidoscope. "Funny sort of thing for the cap"n to do," he said thoughtfully.
Lina glanced up. "Do you think so?"
"Yah, I do." He looked at her closely before returning to the remains of his breakfast. "And don"t try to bamboozle me into thinking you don"t think so, either. We been on too many rounds together for that to pa.s.s."
"Well," Lina said conscientiously, "there are many reasons why he might do so."
Rusty grinned and drank the rest of his coffee. "Knew you were fuzzed," he said triumphantly, pushing back his chair. "You think of more than one, come on up to the tower and tell me what it is."
Ken Rik had done no more than glare at her rather breathless arrival. He slapped a clipboard in her hand and set her to supervising the emptying of Hold 4, adding a caustic rider to the effect that he hoped she knew enough to balance the load properly for the shuttle.Priscilla rounded her eyes at him. "Thank you," she said in an awed whisper. "I would never have done it without a reminder. Lina said you were kind."
The old man looked at her suspiciously, saying he knew very well Lina had said no such thing. But Priscilla thought he sounded somewhat less cross.
Hold 4 contained the agricultural plants belmekit and trasveld, both stasis-held items; both on their way-so the clipboard informed her-to the warehouses of one Herr Polifant Sasoni, Offworld Bazaar, Arsdred. The last pallet came up on her board as "samples." She followed the jitney bearing it to the shuttlebay, her mind on breakfast.
Ken Rik took the clipboard, rechecked her figures, approved the weight distributions with a sniff, and waved her into the shuttle.
Automatically, Priscilla started for the copilot"s place, to be sharply called to book by her companion.
"Are you a moonling?" he demanded, dropping into the co"s chair himself. Priscilla stared at him until he snorted in exasperation and pointed at the board. "Come along, woman! Don"t waste my time."
"You want me to take us down?"
"No, I want the shuttle to fly itself," Ken Rik snapped with relish. "I am told you are a pilot. You will, therefore, pilot." He folded his arms over chest and webbing, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
Priscilla webbed into the pilot"s chair. Slowly at first, then with more a.s.surance, she ran her fingers over the board, calling up rotations, distance, wind speeds, upper atmosphere. Then she chose her approach, cleared the site, and signaled ready.
They left the Pa.s.sage in a neat tumble, skimming toward the planet in a matching arc, hit atmosphere a little later with the barest possible b.u.mp, and slid into the approach approved by Arsdred Port. The wind gave her a little trouble, but she managed to hold the craft steady, her teeth indenting her lower lip, her hand unfaltering over the board.
In a gla.s.s-smooth glide, they settled on the pad. Priscilla rechecked and locked the board, then flipped the toggles that unsealed the hatch and snapped her webbing loose.
Ken Rik was already standing. "Not too bad," he allowed grumpily, "for a first attempt."
Priscilla grinned. "Praise, indeed."
"Hmmph," Ken Rik said, and turned away.
ARSDRED.
OFFWORLD BAZAAR.