They ate in the cafeteria, at a round table with Erith Allogonga and the section heads. As the staff filed in for lunch, Dana saw the heads turn to look, and heard the whispers go around. Occasionally, someone started laughing. They finished the meal -- which was not bad, though not up to the standards of either Immeld or Corrios -- with tall gla.s.ses of the ubiquitous Chabadese fruit punch.
Rhani added sweetener to hers. Slowly, the lesser members of the staff went out.
Kay Seponen said, "Domna, I think you"ve halted the tours for a while, till the rumors die down."
Dov I-Kotomi said, "Not such a bad thing."
Rhani said, "Do they get in the way of your work? I"ll have them stopped."
The section heads looked at one another. Kay Seponen said, "They don"t really take up any time. The slaves like them. It"s just that -- you know.
Tourists."
Erith Allogonga said, "I"d love to see the look on that woman"s face when she discovers that there is no "Abanat Production Quality Control Inspection Bureau"!"
Rhani sipped the punch. She was looking tired; her eyes had lost that animated gleam. Softly, Dana said to her, "Rhani-ka, if we"re going to be staying much later, perhaps we should call Abanat. You don"t want Zed to worry."
She pushed the gla.s.s away from her. "We won"t be staying later. I"ve seen all that I came to see."
Erith Allogonga and the section heads accompanied them along the dusty path to the hangar. They crammed into the narrow seats. The bubble hummed under Dana"s fingers; the hangar roof pulled back; the sky blazed in. They lifted toward it.
Rhani sighed. She wriggled against the hard padding of the seat. "I"m tired," she said.
Below them, the bubble shadow dipped and lifted over the contoured ground. Dana took them higher. Rhani had a smudge of dust on her left cheek.
Curled into the seat, her pinned-up hair falling down, she looked like a dirty- faced child, done with exploring some wild and private wonderland. Dana smiled at her. "We"ll be home soon."
"Not home," she corrected. "We"ll be in Abanat. _Home_ is the estate. May I have some water, please?" Filling a cup, he gave it to her. She lifted her face to drink. The small age-lines around her eyes stood out, clearly defined. She no longer looked like a child.
Dana felt a rush of tenderness for her. He reached out his hand to brush her cheek clean. She smiled. "My Starcaptain," she said. She turned her face toward his palm. In the hollow of his hand, he felt the lingering moist warmth of her lips and tongue.
*Chapter Eight*
On the way up the steps to the house, Rhani turned to look at Dana.
Coming from the landingport, he had remained silently and watchfully beside her, a perfect image of a bodyguard. She touched his wrist, afraid of putting too much weight on their unexpected rapport. "Be careful," she said. "You will have to be careful."
"I know," he said. The door opened, and they went in. They separated at once: Rhani went to the stairway, Dana to the slaves" hall. She glanced at him before ascending the stairs. He was watching her from the hallway, his face impa.s.sive except for his eyes, which brimmed with warmth.
As she went upstairs, Rhani remembered that she had asked Tak Rafael, manager of the Yago Bank, to attend her that afternoon. She sighed, scrubbing her face. She felt dusty, begrimed, and hot. Perhaps she would have time to shower. She went into the bedroom.
Zed was there.
He looked weary and tense. Rhani"s head stabbed with sudden pain; she could not bear the thought of a second fight with him, she would not.... She touched the intercom. "Amri," she said, "bring me something cool to drink." As she started to pluck the ivory pins from her hair, Amri entered with gla.s.ses and a pitcher of chilled wine.
"I"ll do that," Zed said, as the slave began to pour. Amri left. Zed cleared his throat. "Rhani-ka," he said, "I was stupid, and jealous yesterday, just as you said. I will support whatever you choose to do, even if you choose to marry Ferris Dur. Can we be friends?"
She turned to him, deeply grateful. She reached a hand to him. He lifted it to his cheek. His face was grainy with exhaustion. "Thank you, Zed-ka," she said.
He let her hand fall and presented her with the gla.s.s of wine. "You look tired," he said.
"It"s a long flight from Sovka. So do you."
"Yukiko called me in. I spent the morning repairing a badly shattered elbow."
She nodded, knowing that he had battled his way to his capitulation under the surgery lights. "They found out what was killing the kerit kits at Sovka,"
she said. "It"s called hemophilia."
Zed frowned. "The name"s familiar." He shook his head. "Tell me about it."
Rhani repeated Erith Allogonga"s explanation.
"Of course." He leaned on the back of the chair. "It must have been a spontaneous mutation. As I recall, it was s.e.x-linked in humans; females carried it, but it was expressed in males.... How many breeders were affected?"
"About half the Prime Strain breeders, Erith said."
Zed winced. "They"ll have to be killed, and their kits as well, even the healthy-seeming ones. You can"t continue to breed them."
"I know," Rhani said. "They"ve already sent the hunters out."
"It"ll dilute the strain." Prime Strain kerits were so designated because of the color, texture, and superior reflectivity of their coats. "But I suppose it can"t be helped. Something like this was bound to show up eventually." Rhani drank and set the gla.s.s down. Recalling Jo"s letter, she pulled it from her pocket. "Zed-ka," she said, "look at this." She held it out.
He read swiftly. "Loras U-Ellen has taken Sherrix Esbah"s place. Who the h.e.l.l is that?" He read further, and scowled. "Is not, as far as anyone can tell, dealing dorazine? He"ll go out of business in a week! How did he persuade Sherrix to -- oh, I see. Probably a bribe. U-Ellen, U-Ellen. It"s an Enchantean name, but I don"t think I"ve ever heard it. Better tell Binkie to get the word out."
Rhani nodded. "I shall. I wonder what"s going on, Zed-ka." She frowned, and her temple twinged with pain. She hated dealing with shadows, names, never faces. In five years, she had never met or even spoken with Sherrix Esbah. That, too, was a consequence of the Federation ban.
A step drew her attention. Binkie stood in the doorway. He spoke, not looking at Zed: "Excuse me, Rhani-ka. Tak Rafael has arrived, and waits downstairs. And you asked me to remind you; Family Kyneth"s party is tonight."
"Oh, h.e.l.l!" Rhani said. Her shoulders hunched. Parties, she thought with disgust. She did not want to go; her back hurt from the flight, she was hot, and tired, and her head ached.... She looked at Zed. "Zed-ka," she said, "would you go in my place? One of us has to."
Zed groaned. Rhani knew he hated parties, and never went to them unless she was there. But it was hard for him, as she knew it would be, to deny the direct request. "I wouldn"t have to stay long," he said hopefully.
She smiled at him. "An hour or two," she said. "No more. You can tell them that I"m not feeling well, and you have to return to take care of me."
He sighed. "I"ll go." He glanced at the clock display on the com-unit.
"I"d better eat and dress."
"Come and see me before you leave," she said. She looked longingly toward the washroom. She had wanted to shower. It would have to wait.
"I will," Zed promised. He walked to the door. Binkie had vanished.
"Don"t waste your strength on that bank manager, Rhani-ka."
She grinned at him, amused despite her fatigue. "But, Zed-ka," she said, "he"s _my_ bank manager."
Zed left. Rhani rose from the chair and went to the washroom. Her eyes ached, and she patted them with a cold towel before scrubbing her face with hot water. She combed her hair out, braided it, and then, over the intercom, told Amri to bring Tak Rafael to her room. He entered quietly: a slim, brown man with gray-green eyes.
"Domna Rhani," he said, bowing slightly. "It"s good to have you back in Abanat."
"Thank you," she said. She gestured to the com-unit, knowing he preferred to sit at it. "Please be seated." He sat. He was wearing Yago blue, and the only bright touch about him was the red frame of his sunshades. "I must confess that I have not had the time to read over all this year"s earnings reports with the care they deserve." She brought the stool to sit beside him at the com-unit.
"I know you"re a busy woman," he said. "That"s why you employ me."
She smiled. "Yes. However, if you will bring the last quarter"s report on the screen -- " he tapped out brisk instructions, and the display winked to life -- "yes, thank you. I have a few questions...."
His response to her questions, and the ensuing discussion, took two hours. The bank was making money, certainly; however, in certain divisions investments had drastically lost money, and Rhani wanted to know why. At the conversation"s close, she requested Rafael to have the Bank"s Investment Committee send her a policy statement, with examples of its application from the four prior reports. And -- wondering a little at herself -- she asked Rafael almost diffidently what he could tell her about Family Dur"s current investments. Cautiously, he said, "You probably have access to more of that information than I, Domna."
"Tell me what you know."
"They invest mostly through the First Bank of Chabad, of course. Aside from what they have tied up in mining and refining equipment, they"ve invested heavily in underwater mining gear, in the diamond market on Belle, in some of the newer Abanat housing projects and hotels, and in pharmaceutical supplies."
"These are stable investments? Nothing chancy?"
"I doubt that the Investment Committee at the First Bank of Chabad would authorize anything less."
She grinned at him. "I hope not." She rose from her stool. "Thank you for taking this trouble and time."
He rose and bowed. "As always, it is a pleasure to see you, Domna."
She called Amri to escort him downstairs. In leaving, he said, rather shyly, "You know, Domna, I recently learned that I"m not the only person in my family to have worked for yours."
"Oh?"
"I can trace my line back five generations on Chabad, and in each generation one member of my family was employed by yours. My great-great- grandmother was an accountant for Lisa Yago."
Alone at last, Rhani kicked off her sandals and sank onto her bed. The house was hot; the aircooling system was old, and needed to be repaired, or replaced. She let herself fall backward to the bed"s cool, silky surface.
Closing her eyes, she relaxed her tense muscles: images paraded through her head, Sovka then, Sovka now, the kerit cages, Erith Allogonga"s scars, white on her dark arms, Dana Ikoro, her Starcaptain....
It had been a long day. Uncharitably, she blamed Ferris Dur for that. If he had not made his offer, she would not have fought with Zed, nor found herself flying to Sovka in the middle of Abanat"s heat. She touched the flat surface of her belly and tried to imagine herself pregnant. It would be simple enough to arrange; all she would have to do would be to stop taking the pills she had taken since she was thirteen, one each Standard week. She wrinkled her nose, wondering if she would like being pregnant. Some women did. The aircooling system clunked, interrupting her thought, and she made a mental note to ask Binkie to call someone to fix it.
Binkie ... slaves ... dorazine. Scowling, she opened her eyes. d.a.m.n Michel A-Rae! He was her foremost problem. If he had his way there would be no merger of two fortunes, for neither she nor Ferris Dur would have one. She remembered a book that Isobel had made her read, Nakamura"s _History of Chabad_.
Nakamura, a vigorous anti-slaver, had predicted that moral indignation and rising costs would force Chabad to end the slave system and replace it by hired labor. Michel A-Rae seemed to be providing the moral indignation, she thought.
Maybe this was the beginning of the decline, and Nakamura had been right.
Slavery was not the most efficient system, she well knew. But the Chabadese adaptation of it worked, and Family Yago needed it. Yago money maintained the Net, ran the Auction, and profited from both. If slavery ended, Sovka would survive. But the Net would not. And what, Rhani thought, would Zed Yago do if the Net did not survive?
She sat up abruptly on the bed. She did not want to think about her brother, not now. Padding barefoot to the bedroom door, she slid it shut. Then, stepping from her jumpsuit, she curled naked on the bed and poured herself a gla.s.s of wine. A drop of sweat formed between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and glided to her navel, making her shudder. On Chabad, even sweating was a luxury. She gazed at her own body, wondering where Dana was now: in his room, perhaps, talking to Amri, or listening to the music of -- what was that name? -- Vittorio Stratta.
Her nerves jittered with s.e.xual tension. The rapport between them had sprung out of nowhere. It was always that way for her. She remembered back two months, to the brief affair she had had with the young acrobat, and before that, to the love-time she had spent with Clare Brion. That had been lighthearted loving, swift, tender and fun.
She had never loved a slave. Wine gla.s.s in hand, she paced. She didn"t even know if he wanted her. She traced, with her own hand, the path of his hand on her face. Surely, he did. She could call him, make him sit and talk with her; she could command him into bed, even. Her mouth twitched with laughter. Much good that would do. She wondered how she looked to him. Too short, too tall, too skinny?
She wondered if he was good in bed.
She heard his voice in her mind. "Yes, Rhani-ka. No, Rhani-ka." Slave manners, incongruous coming from a Starcaptain. It surprised her how swiftly he had learned them, until she recalled who had taught him. Zed had hated Clare; hated the nights when she had not come home, hated it even more when she brought Clare to share her bed. He hadn"t met the acrobat. If she took Dana as bedmate, Zed would say nothing to her; he would take his anger out on Dana. That would be insufferable. Rhani scowled. This was insufferable, or soon would be. She could free him. Then Zed would not touch him.
But if she freed him, he would be gone off Chabad as fast as he could go, out of Sector Sardonyx, out of her life.
She didn"t want that either.
She shrugged into a robe, yanking the sash tight, as if by constricting her breathing she could shut off her thoughts. She palmed the door open.
"Binkie!" He entered. "I want this letter to go out to all Family Yago a.s.sociates immediately."
"_To Whomever, from Domna Rhani Yago: Family Yago would appreciate knowing whatever can be known about an Enchantean family surnamed U_-_Ellen.
Thank you, very sincerely, Domna Rhani Yago_." He tapped it out. She watched the message flit across the screen. "Thank you, Bink. Send that out, and when that is done, please set up a file for me with all the material we have received to date on Michel A-Rae."
Zed ate dinner in the kitchen.
Dana wandered in, saw him there, and left at once, with a swift, "Excuse me." Zed watched him walk. His body was beginning to regain some of its confidence; it had resumed that Hyper glide. Zed smiled to himself. It might be amusing, he thought, to spend some time taking it away.
"Is there more wine?" he asked. Corrios poured it for him. No, he would not do that. He had promised Rhani to leave Dana alone, and anyway he had other things to do, and not a lot of time. He pushed back from the chair. Climbing to his room, he showered and dressed. He tied his hair back with a silver clip, and reached into his closet for his cloak. It was dark blue apton on the outside and kerit fur on the inside, and it was trimmed in silver braid.
He went to say good night to Rhani. She was in bed, tray of food beside her. She had not put her hair back in its braid. It rippled over the pillows, shining like water. Bending over her, he brushed the soft strands with his lips.
Rhani tugged at the ruffles on his shirt to straighten them. "Zed-ka, you look fine," she said.
"Thank you. Why did I let you talk me into this? I"ll be back early."
She said, "Don"t leave so early that Imre will think you rude."
"I won"t."
"Give him and the others my regards and regrets."
He gazed at her levelly. "No special message for Ferris?"
"No," she said. "Anything I have to say to him, I can say myself."
At the front door, Zed reminded Corrios to keep the door double-locked and the alarms on. He crossed the street to the park. Looking back, he saw the house looming like a castle through the trees, light shining through the slits in the curtains. There was no one in the park tonight; no lovers coupling in the wet stems, no children playing in the early darkness. It seemed ominous.
He zigged and zagged, taking a diagonal path through the small streets, till he reached the Kyneth mansion on the Promenade. It was a bigger house than the Yago house: the Kyneths liked large families. The door fronting on the Promenade was wide open. Two slaves flanked it. They bowed as Zed walked between them into the foyer of the house. Another slave took his cloak. Through the doors into the main hall he saw the ma.s.sed backs of the guests. Voices shrieked.
Just like the tourists, he thought. Zed squared his shoulders.
The crowd splintered. Imre Kyneth walked out of the crush, hands outstretched in welcome. "Zed, good evening! So pleased you could be here."