Joat and Joseph had walked in the door laughing uproariously, slapping each other on the shoulder.
Joseph smiled at his leader and bowed formally, hand on heart. "My brother, you have done me a great favor by introducing me to this young sorceress," he said. "And our cause."
"You guys are brothers?" Joat asked suddenly.
"No," was the spontaneous answer from Channa, Simeon, and Amos.
"Oh?" Joat looked from one to the other, frowning slightly, then she shook her head dismissing the problem. "Yeah, we had a great time!" she went on. *Joe here picks things up pretty good, for a grown-up."
"For a grown-up?" Amos said, raising a brow.
"You know," Joat explained kindly, "for somebody who"s old"
Amos pursed his lips. He was a year older than Joseph. "I am glad to see you found him worthy," he said dryly. _ ,j "Yeah, I did. JojU frowned. "Can I ask you something?" she said.
"By all means, foster daughter of Channa," Amos said.
"Most grown-ups are funny about kids knowing things," she said. "You aren"t. How come?"
Amos blinked. "You are... what, twelve?" he said. ""Bout. Gets hard to tell when you do a lot of FTL "n some coldsleep."
"At your age, I was running my family"s estates," Amos said. "Of course, 1 would not have been, had my father lived. Sons of poorer folk are apprenticed at twelve, doing a day"s work and paying for their own food. Should I be surprised if you can do likewise?"
Joat glowed. "At last" she said, turning triumphantly to Channa. "Told you I"d learn more doing a real job!"
"What did I say?" Amos asked, flinching at the glare Channa leveled at him.
"Promised I"d go catch Seld," Joat said, wolfing down the last of her breakfast and sticking a few pieces of fruit in the pockets of her shapeless overall. "Ta-ta, all."
"Speaking of the Chaundras," Channa said meaningfully, glancing at Amos. "I have to run. More-ack! pftht! - meetings. Don"t forget"
Joseph waited until silence had fallen again, then looked at Amos with concern. "Something is wrong with you, my brother?"
Amos looked at his plate. "No," he said. He gestured Joseph to a seat, but stood himself, his hands clasped behind his back. "There is nothing wrong with me. This concerns Rachel." He held up his hand to forestall Joseph"s protest. "Let me finish. She came here the other night, furious, raving. She claimed we were betrothed. Her eyes, Joseph! They were wild, and she shook . .. her face was so white."-.He looked at his friend. "Our Rachel is shaking to njeces before our eyes. I am going to tell Chaundra what I have told you, and if he decides that she needs treatment, then she shall have it"
Joseph nodded jerkily, resting his face in one hand. His shoulders moved convulsively, then he steadied.
"I am grateful that you sbare your thoughts with me," he said. "Though you now stand as her father."
"We have no Healer of Souls here, Joseph," Amos said with deep remorse.
"So Rachel must lose her soul"s privacy before an infidel, an outsider," Joseph replied.
"I had not thought you so pious."
Joseph sighed, shaking his head wearily. "It is strange how ingrained is the training of one"s childhood. At the last, I find I, too, am a son of the Temple."
"If you truly are against such procedures, I will not force her," Amos said.
Joseph rose and gave Amos the embrace ofbrothers. "Thank you," he said, "but, if my heart rebels, my mind tells me you are right... d.a.m.nably right That is an irritating habit you have, Amos ben Sierra Nueva."
Amos grinned. "So I have been told. To myself not least, brother. Do you wish to be with her?"
Joseph hesitated, then shook his head. "No," he said, after a moment "As she is... it would be no kindness. I will continue with my work." His mouth quirked. "Work is truly the mercy of G.o.d, as the Prophet said. No?"
"I find more truth in his words every time I return to them," Amos replied seriously, his hand on the other man"s shoulder. "Truth too strong for the chains of dogma. Go in peace."
To make ready for war," Joseph observed.
Amos laughed ruefully. "Another truth the Prophet left us: "Ifyou would have peace, then prepare for war/ "
"What a pity the Elders thought that meant the spiritual struggle alone," Joseph said.
"The Prophetwas a ftirprisingly practical man," Amos observed. "I strive to emulate him."
"You do so. You do so very well," Joseph replied and bowed formally: a rare gesture between them.
"Let"s $o get Seld Chaundra," Joat suggested when Joseph caught up to her at the elevator. "We"re supposed to go into hiding when the pirates show up, so he"ll need to see this stuff, too."
"I have no objection," Joseph said mildly.
"You and Simeon-Amos fighting about something?" she asked blundy.
"No." Joseph shrugged. "We are angry together, at what is and cannot be changed."
"Yeah, life"s like that," Joat observed.
They reached the main corridor and took two people movers down from the wall. Joseph looked a little dubious as he stepped onto the disk. As it silently lifted from the floor, he gripped the handhold tightly with one broad spatulate hand. Joat showed Joseph the address to tap to reach the Chaundras" home. The litde floatdisks took off, dodging agilely through traffic and summoning elevators when their route took to the upper decks.
Seld himself opened the door.
"Hi," he said somewhat nervously.
"Hi, this is Joseph ben Said," Joat said indicating the swarthy man beside her. "Simeon-Amos suggested that I take him round, and I thought you might like to come."
"Aw, I"d love to," he said, all eagerness which dissolved the next moment. "I can"t I"m grounded."
"You"re what?" Joat asked, puzzled.
Seld blushed to the roots of his auburn hair; the colors dashed horribly. "I"m being disciplined. I can"t leave our quarters."
Joat"s expression was amused andaghast. Glad I don"t have parents, she thought. / won"t get stigk someplace I don"t want to be.
"Geeze, Seld, your dad can"t seemj&o get it right First it"s too much "go," now it"s too mucn stay." She shook her head in awe. "You can"t win playing that way. So come anyhow," she added, c.o.c.king her head at him.
"I can"t," he repeated, glancing nervously at Joseph. The Bethelite crossed his arms and looked at the ceiling, humming an idle tune.
"He"s okay," Joat a.s.sured him. "Why not?" ""Cause Dad"s gonna call and check up on me."
Joat rolled her eyes. "So call in to the answering machine ev"ry so often. If he"s called, you can call back and say he caught you in the head. He"s so worried about your safety, Seld, he should worry more if you don"t know this. You gotta know your way around the backside of the station. Hey! If it really bothers you we can ask Simeon to help, or Joseph ... ?" She turned appealing eyes up to his.
Joseph uncrossed his arms. "I believe it could be put to your father -" He broke off, his eyes focused on some one in the corridor beyond Joat. "Rachel?"
Rachel bint Damscus stopped, looking him coldly up and down. "Well, Joseph ben Said. I wonder, do you have any messages that you are withholding from me?"
He was nonplussed. "Whatever are you talking about, my lady?"
"No lady of yours, peasant," she said, spitting the last word at him, her eyes wide and flashing. "Amos told me that he had delegated you to inform me that he was moving in with that lanky, sallow-faced s.l.u.t. But you, apparently, chose not to tell me. Why is that?"
"We are at war," he said shortly. "Time is short.
Rachel bint Damscus, be known to Joat," he said, gesturing courteously to her, "the foster daughter of Simeon. Be known also to Seld Chaundra."
Rachel looked at the two young people as though he had introduced her to a pair of rodents. "Simeon... ?" she said, picking up whit was important to her.
"Yes," he hissed In a whisper, moving closer to her. Nat now, his expression said. Spare these children.
"Who is this "Simeon* that everyone addresses with such respect?"
"He and Channa run the station," Joat told her.
"Ah," Rachel said, looking at her with a false smile, "does that make you the wh.o.r.e"s foster-daughter, too?* Joseph"s hand moved very quickly, deflecting Joat"s hand, which was halfway to delivering what it held.
"Drop it," he said. "Now, Joat."
Struggling against his grip, Joat drew her lips back from her teeth, but she had to comply. The grip on her wrist was not tight enough to hurt, but it had the implacable solidity of a mechanical grab. The Bethelite wrenched the small squarebox from her with his other hand.
"Weapon?" he said, turning it over briefly. "Do not strike without thinking, Joat. And rarely from anger. That causes problems, always." He handed her back the gadget "Wait."
Rachel"s face had turned an ugly mottled color, partly from fright and partly from being humiliated. Her complexion went brick-red as Joseph grabbed her by the upper arm and began to pull her further down the corridor.
"Take your hands from my arm, peasant," she shouted. Joseph ignored her stolidly, as he did her attempts to halt their movement "Let goofme!" she shrieked.
Pa.s.sersby turned at the sound of her voice. Joseph cast a look up and down the corridor. There was little privacy here and none within easy reach. He released her arm and spoke in a firm low voice.
"My lady, you are not yourself. The coldsleep medications have affected your ... balance. Please, accompany me to the sickbay and -"
"Yes! Back to the infidel doctor,.,so he can drug me, poison me, leave so-wonderful Amo&to wallow between the thighs of thats/w*, thata^wn?- He reached out a hand, a pleading gesture. Rachel ** i* " tj struck it away with the contempt she would have dealt a spider.
"Don"t touch me, you peasant wh.o.r.e"s-get! You make me sick. Don"t touch me>"
She struck again, a hard ringing slap across his face, backhanding him again and again. Joseph"s head moved only a little on his thick muscular neck, although a trickle ofblood started from his nose and the corner ofhis mouth. On the fourth slap, he caught her hand. She began to thrash, trying to free herself from that implacable grip. He turned her hand, exposing bleeding cuts where her knuckles had smashed against teeth and bone.
"My lady," he said, cutting through her shrill cries. "Strike me if you will, but you will hurt your hand using it so. Here, take this."
His free right hand made a small flip, and a knife appeared in it: a short leaf-bladed dagger with a plain leather-wrapped hilt, looking sharp enough to cut light. Rachel shrieked and pulled back again, but Joseph"s hand made another movement, holding out the hilt. He waited, his eyes on hers. Silence fell broken only by Rachel"s rapid, gasping breath. The bystanders were crowding away, their voices sunk to a murmur. Then Rachel pulled loose and ran, blundering into a corner as she scrambled out of sight down a side aisle.
Joseph clicked the knife into its wrist-sheath, his eyes thoughtful. Wiping his face on a kerchief, he returned to the two adolescents. "1 don"t think I like her," Joat said laconically.
"I apologize," he said quietly. "Lady Rachel was gendy reared. She is suffering from stress and adverse reactions to medication."
"She"s bughouse," Joat said bluntly. He"s gone on her, she thought- Geh! What a fardlm" waste. People should reproduce the way bacteria did, splitting cells. That was cleaner. Even angrudies like Joe got strange when they had the hots. * Joseph frowned at her. "Negative reaction, as I said.*1 "Yeah, bughouse, like I said.... Okay, forget it How did you do that thing with the knife?"
"Spring-loaded sheath," Joseph said, obviously relieved to change the subject. He bent back his wrist and showed them.
Joat glanced at Seld, caught his eye. He shook his head in silent agreement. Adults! They"re nuts.
Channa stumbled into the lounge and fell facefirst into the cushions of the couch. "I hate commuting," she said with a theatrical groan.
"Hah!" was Simeon"s mocking comment. "Call that commuting? Why, in my grandfathers" day..."
"In your grandfathers" day," she said pulling herself into a sitting position, "they probably commuted by ox-cart through subs.p.a.ce and drifts of snow fourteen feet high, and that was in high summer, being dive bombed by stinging insects the size of ore-freighters, just to borrow a cup of sugar from their next-door neighbor three light years away. I," she said, indicating herself with a delicate hand and a raised eyebrow, "am not as hardy. And 1 hate to commute."
"Not a problem I"m likely to have," he commented.
"No!" she agreed.
"So I should just offer sympathy and understanding," he suggested.
"Absolutely, and I, of course, will accept this with grat.i.tude as the very balm my bruised and battered spirit craves."
"Poor baby."
"Ah," she sighed. "Well! I feel better. What"s new on the home front?"
"Apparently Joat"s gotten Selchgrounded until he turns twenty-one." 3* "How"d she manage that?"
"Chaundra disciplined him foff itaying behind and she talked him into exploring the station with her and Joseph."
"Poor Seld. What"s Joat"s reaction?"
"Oh, it"s all her fault, she"s got the kiss of death or something...."
"Seld staying behind is her fault?"
"No, no. It"s all her fault. The minute we decided to adopt her, Bethel was attacked, so that Amos escaped, the pirates chased him and the station is now endangered. You see the logical sequence of events. One of her depressed moods."
Those tended to be temporary but of unpredictable duration.
"I can"t deny," she said, fighting a laugh, "that the logic"s inescapable when the data is structured in that fashion."
They were still laughing when Amos came in.
"What causes such merriment?" he asked, grinning.
Channa looked at his handsome face, and it seemed to her that for a moment the station stood still.
"Oh," Simeon told him, "the horrors of being twelve."