MELISSA SCOTT

MELISSA SCOTT

Five-Twelfths of Heaven



Chapter 1

The court complex was crowded as it always was, jammed with
contentious Secasian natives babbling away in the local variant of
the Hegemony's official coine. Silence Leigh edged her way through
the crowd toward the entrance of the Probate Court hall, trying
not to draw too much attention to herself. For all that she was
decorously veiled, the stark mourning cloth drawn so tight across
her face that she could barely stand to breathe the stifling air
of the corridors, she had neither man nor homunculus to escort
her, and an unaccompanied woman was fair game at any time. Almost
as if conjured by the thought, a bearded man jostled against her,
trying to see her face beneath the veil. Silence turned slightly,
so they met shoulder to shoulder, refusing to let herself, be
pushed aside. The man grinned down at her, then was lost in the
crowd. Silence felt a surge of pure, screaming fury. In the three
weeks since her grandfather had died, stranding her on Secasia
until his affairs could be settled, she had had to put up with
that sort of harassment almost daily.

Then her anger was drowned by the numb misery that seemed to
follow any thought of her grandfather's death. It had been so
unexpected, had given her no time to spot the warnings of ill
health or sheer old age, no time to prepare herself for the
unthinkable. There had been only the call from the planetary
police, then the chill, sterile hall where she had identified the
body, and finally the search for her uncle, the third member of
the crew, whose signature was required before the police could
release the body. She still could not fully understand what had
happened. Bodua Leigh had been an old man, true enough, but not
that old. Certainly he himself had felt no warnings of impending
doom: he had left his business in its usual state of inspired
confusion. Silence shook her head. Her grandfather had been a
brilliant businessman in his way--it had been his talent for


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profitable improvisation that had made him the chief man of
business for the richest oligarch on Cap Bel. But that had been
ten years before, before the Hegemony had conquered the Rusadir
worlds, and in passing ruined the oligarchs of Cap Bel. Bodua
Leigh's methods were less suited for managing the affairs of a
single starship, trading along the fringes of the Hegemony. But he
had refused to change, and now she was paying the price of his
stubbornness.

Two men were waiting at the door of the Probate Court, both in the
dark red livery of the court's staff. The older of the two held
out a hand to bar her from entering.

"This is the Probate Court, miss. Women's Court is two floors
down."

"Yes, I know," Silence answered.

"You're a litigant, then?" The guard's expression made it quite
clear that he found that hard to believe but, given the Hegemony's
laws, there was no other plausible explanation.

"Yes, I am."

This time, the off-world cadence of her speech betrayed her, and
the two guards exchanged glances. The older said, "This way, miss.
You're familiar with Hegemonic law? You know you need a guardian--
a male guardian--to speak for you in court."

"Yes," Silence said, and was unable to keep the bitterness out of
her voice. "I'm meeting him here."

"I see, miss." The guard's expression showed only too clearly what
he thought of a guardian who would allow a woman to travel alone
to the court complex, but he said nothing. He escorted her to the
benches reserved for the litigants, handed her to a seat, and then
returned to his post. Silence loosened her veil slightly, letting
in some of the cooler air of the courtroom, then glanced nervously
around the long hall. The Probate Court was even more crowded than
the corridors, the benches on the floor of the hall filled to


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capacity with both local notables and off-worlders who thought
they might have an interest in one of the many wills to be proved
today. The gallery was equally crowded, filled with idlers from
the port come to see the show. They were in a holiday mood, she
thought sourly, and why not? There was a special attraction today:
it was not often that an off-worlder died so magnificently
intestate, or with a woman as his sole heir. She scanned the hall
again, looking for the pudgy figure of her maternal uncle. There
was no sign of him in the sea of unfamiliar faces. Where are you,
Uncle Otto? she thought desperately. I can't do anything without
you to sanction it.

Then her lips thinned slightly. She could guess where her uncle
had gone. There were only two choices. Either he was drugged in
one of the many smokehouses around the port, or he was being
swindled by a dealer in curiosities, feeding his obsession with
lost Earth. No, she corrected herself, it hardly qualified as an
obsession. The explorers and magi who sought Earth simply because
the true roads had been lost during the Millennial Wars, or for
the lost knowledge, or because Earth was mankind's proper home
were obsessed. Otto Razil was interested only in the profits
involved. The last time he had tried to persuade her grandfather
to make a search, Razil had quoted a possible profit of over five
million Delian pounds. The old man had laughed at him, and Razil
had stalked out, muttering something about going where he would be
appreciated. Silence's eyes filled with tears she could not
afford.

The group talking softly in front of the judge's high bench broke
apart, and the clerk-of-court consulted his sheaf of printouts.

"The case of Bodua Kesar Leigh," he announced, his voice carried
to the corridors and waiting rooms by the microphones embedded in
the heavy torque of his office. "Will the interested parties come
before the face of justice?"

Silence hesitated, hoping against hope to see her uncle's stocky
figure appear at one of the doors. There was movement at the
farthest door, someone shoving his way into the hall, and she
sighed her relief. Then the figure came clear, and a merchant in


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long robes shifted sideways along a rear bench to make room for
his colleague. Silence whispered a curse.

"The case of Bodua Kesar Leigh," the clerk announced again, and
Silence shook herself. She gathered her full, ankle-length coat
around her, and edged her way out into the open space before the
judge's bench. The old man peered down at her, his wrinkled brown
face not unfriendly.

"Is there no one else?" he asked the clerk, who shrugged. "Call
again."

The clerk repeated his call, but there was no response except for
an appreciative chuckling from the gallery.

"No one at all?" the judge repeated, frowning. "Young woman, come
here."

Silence did as she was told, staring up through the narrow slit in
her veil.

"Now, what's this all about, girl?" the judge asked. "Surely you
know the Hegemony's laws."

"Yes, your Honor," Silence said carefully. "I've been told that I
cannot speak for myself, but must be represented by a male
guardian, and I had made arrangements for my uncle to be here. But
he isn't, and I'm from Cap Bel, in the Rusadir. I don't know
anyone else who'd be able to speak for me."

"Your uncle's name?" the judge asked.

"Otto Razil."

The judge gestured to the clerk. "Call Otto Razil."

The clerk nodded, and adjusted his transmitters to reach every
area of the court complex. "Otto Razil! On pain of fine and
forfeit, answer to the Court of Probate. Otto Razil!"



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Silence held her breath, but refused to look at the open doors of
the hall. Razil wasn't coming, that much seemed clear; he was as
useless as he'd always been, and she was stuck with the
consequences yet again....

The judge cleared his throat and leaned forward. "We can't wait
all day, girl. You can either hire an advocate--" One withered
hand swept out, indicating a bench of shaven-headed lawyers toward
the front of the hall. "--or the court will appoint a guardian for
you. Which will it be?"

"My money is tied up in my grandfather's estate," Silence said,
forcing herself to think constructively. "Unless I can draw on
that, the court will have to appoint a guardian."

"Since it is the court's responsibility to decide the rightful
owner of the estate," the judge said dryly, "you could hardly be
permitted access. The court will appoint a guardian. Your name?"

"Silence Leigh."

The judge raised an eyebrow at the old-fashioned name. "And your
relation to--" he glanced at his printout "--Bodua Kesar Leigh?"

"My grandfather," Silence answered, then corrected herself,
remembering the Hegemony's laws. "My father's father."

The judge nodded. "The uncle you mentioned, he's not of agnate
kindred?"

Silence hesitated. "He's my mother's brother."

"Not the agnate line," the judge murmured, noting that on his
printout, then signaled to the clerk. "There's quite a bit of
property involved, young lady."

The clerk rose to his feet. "Is there any free man, citizen of
Secasia or other world of the Asterion Hegemony, who will, under
the provisions of the Tabiran Laws and the decree of the Hegemon,
act as guardian for this woman, Silence Leigh, granddaughter and


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heir of Bodua Kesar Leigh, provided thereby that guardianship is
not taken away from any legal guardian? A fee of three solas is
offered for the service."

There was an excited stirring in the gallery--three solas was a
day's wage on Secasia--and some quick exchanges among the
merchants on the floor of the hall, the latter prompted by the
preliminary assessment of Bodua Leigh's estate, now displayed on
the viewscreens that ringed the hall. The sound died away in a
disappointed mumble as a man rose to his feet in the front row,
lifting his hand to attract the judge's attention.

"May it please the court, I'm willing to act as Miss Leigh's
guardian."

The judge nodded gravely. "Come forward, and give your name."

The man stepped out from the row of merchants, his hands folded
politely in the sleeves of his crimson coat. Prominent on one
sleeve was the mark of Secasia's largest trading house. "My name
is Tohon Champuy, merchant-master and freeholder of this world. I
have often had dealings with the young lady's grandfather, and
know something of his business."

"No!" Silence bit back the rest of her startled exclamation.
Champuy knew her grandfather's business, all right, but only
because he'd been trying to cheat the old man for the past five
years. "Sir, your Honor, rather, can I refuse?"

The judge frowned. "On what grounds?"

"Merchant Champuy's been trying for five years to buy Black
Dolphin, or to get Grandfather under contract," Silence said. "And
at scrap prices, too, for a starship with a new keel and engines--
" She broke off, realizing that she was babbling, and Champuy
spoke quickly into the silence.

"I don't like to contradict a lady, your Honor, but the Black
Dolphin isn't worth much more than the scrap price. In fact, that
was one of the reasons I offered Bodua Leigh a contract, in hopes


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that he'd be able to repair the ship properly. I'm sure the strain
of handling so battered a ship hastened his death."

"That's not true," Silence said.

The judge glanced dubiously at her, then touched buttons on the
control pad embedded in the surface of the bench. Screens slid
across the upper windows of the hall, dimming the light
considerably. A display globe descended slowly from the ceiling, a
scale replica of Black Dolphin coalescing in its center. Silence's
eyes filled with tears at the sight, and she shook them away
angrily. There was no time for that now, she told herself. If she
wanted to keep the ship that was rightfully hers, she would have
to fight for it, and she could not afford emotion.

"What was your position aboard the Black Dolphin, young lady?" the
judge asked.

"I am the pilot, your Honor."

"The pilot?" the judge repeated incredulously, and a murmur of
surprise rippled through the hall.

Silence ignored it, used to being an oddity. "Yes, your Honor."

"A pilot has very little to do with the maintenance of the ship,"
Champuy said quickly. "I am certain that Bodua would not have
burdened a woman--"

"Wait, please." Silence clasped her hands in supplication, playing
for time. She had been thinking like a man, in terms of ships and
cargos, the economics of a star-traveller's life, but that
wouldn't help her in the Hegemony. Only the Hegemony's peculiar
customs could rescue her--if she could make them work for her.
"Sir, I don't want him as my guardian because--there's another
reason he wanted the ship, battered as it may be. He wanted not
only the ship, but her pilot--myself." She bowed her head as if in
shame, scanning the surrounding faces from under the protection of
her veil. "My grandfather, all honor to his name, wouldn't sell."



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For a moment, she thought she had overdone it, that the judge and
the staring spectators would catch her lie, but then there was a
swelling mutter of voices from hall and gallery, angry and
indignant.

The judge glared at Champuy, who spread his hands wide.

"Your Honor, the young lady is distraught. I assure you, my offer
was genuine, and my concern for her merely fatherly, prompted by
my long association with her grandfather. I will state, in open
court and under binding oath, the terms I offer. I will purchase
Black Dolphin from her--at the assessors' price, even though I
believe it to be an inflated figure--and I will keep Miss Leigh on
as pilot, if she should choose to stay." He turned and spoke
directly to the pilot. "You will not find a better offer, young
lady."

I know a threat when I hear one, Silence thought. To the judge,
she said, "Your Honor, I do not want him for my guardian."

The judge glanced from her to the merchant and shrugged irritably.
"Very well. Merchant Champuy, the young woman has declined your
services as guardian, and I will uphold her refusal. Please stand
aside."

Champuy bowed, expressionless. "As your Honor pleases."

The judge nodded to his clerk, who rose to his feet. "Is there any
free man, citizen of Secasia or other world of the Asterion
Hegemony, who will, under the provisions of the Tibiran Laws and
the decree of the Hegemon, act as guardian for this woman, Silence
Leigh, granddaughter and heir to Bodua Kesar Leigh, provided
thereby that guardianship is not taken away from any legal
guardian? A fee of three solas is offered for the service. This is
the second time of asking."

There were a few stirrings among the lesser merchants toward the
back of the hall--after all, there were potential profits to be
made from the guardianship of a woman who was heir to a starship--
but Champuy turned to look blandly at them and the noises


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subsided. Silence winced. Champuy was                                    one of the most powerful
merchants on Secasia by virtue of his                                    combine directorship--
certainly he was the most powerful in                                    the hall. If he had some
scheme, none of the others would risk                                    interfering in it.

The judge leaned forward, scowling first at the more solvent
audience on the floor of the hall, then up at the galleries. "This
is absurd," he exclaimed. "Is no one willing to fulfill his
obligations--even for three solas?"

There was a burst of conversation in the gallery then, as the
unemployed men seated there realized that they were being given
the chance to earn a day's pay, and to have some fun in the
process. She had outsmarted herself, Silence realized, and her
stomach twisted. She had avoided the Champuy's direct
guardianship, but a guardian chosen from the gallery would have no
reason to try to protect her interests, as one of Champuy's rivals
might. In fact, to avoid offending Champuy, and to buy favor and
perhaps a job, anyone from the gallery would cheerfully sell Black
Dolphin, regardless of her wishes. Under the Hegemony's laws,
there was nothing she could do to stop it. If only the Rusadir
hadn't resisted its absorption by the Hegemony ten years ago, she
thought greyly. The Hegemon might have let us keep a few of our
old rights.... But there was no use wishing. She was going to lose
the Dolphin, and with it her only chance to lead a star-
traveller's life. Oh, she would get enough money for ship and
cargo to take her back to Cap Bel in style, to let her live
without a husband, or provide her with a highly respectable dowry,
as she chose. But without a ship, she would have no way of proving
herself as a pilot. It had been hard enough to get her license for
the Rusadir, and to have it extended to cover the Hegemony, when
she was twenty and her family had influence with the Commercial
Boards. Now, with the Hegemony in complete control of the Rusadir,
and threatening to expand into the Fringe, there wasn't a captain
alive who would make trouble for himself by hiring a woman pilot.
Silence closed her eyes, momentarily grateful for the veil that
hid her despair.

"Excuse me, most honorable. May I speak?"



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The call came not from the gallery but from the back of the hall.
Silence looked up quickly, but could see only an arm, encased in
star-traveller's leather rather than Secasian rosilk, waving above
the heads of the men standing behind the last row of benches. Then
the arm's owner worked himself free of the crush, stumbling over
someone's leg as he stepped out into the aisle.

"I beg your pardon, sir, but I believe I can help."

The speaker was not a particularly impressive man, of average
height, hawk-faced and greying, but he was a star-traveller--a
captain, from the medallion slung around his neck. Silence held
her breath as the judge glanced from her to Champuy, who was
frowning openly. The latter seemed to decide the judge.

"Come forward, Captain."

"Thank you, sir." At the head of the aisle, the star-traveller
bowed twice, first to Silence and then to the judge. "If the court
allows it, I'm willing to act as the lady's guardian--given her
consent, of course."

"Your name and status?" the clerk asked.

"Denis Balthasar, owner-captain of the Delian ship Sun-Treader."
He held up a hand to forestall Champuy's immediate protest. "I am
a citizen of Delos, but I have commercial rights--citizen status
in the courts--as granted under the Johannine Law to persons doing
a significant amount of business in the Hegemony." He reached into
a pocket of his jacket and produced a thin metal disk slightly
smaller than his palm. The clerk took it and fed it into one of
his machines.

"Your identification disk?"

Balthasar slipped his medallion from around his neck and handed it
over. The clerk consulted his machines again, then returned both
disks.

"Your status is confirmed."


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"One moment," Champuy exclaimed. "Your Honor, you cannot uphold
the right of a mere Delian, even one with commercial rights, and
give him precedence over Secasians born and bred."

The judge looked at him with undisguised distaste. "Merchant-
master Champuy, the majority of Secasians present today show no
desire to do their civic duty. Captain Balthasar is a star-
traveller, and therefore the young lady's kin by association. If
Miss Leigh has no objection, I am willing to appoint Captain
Balthasar to represent her interests."

Silence hesitated only momentarily. While the men had argued, she
had had time to think. Balthasar was an unknown quantity, and it
was certain that no man would offer to take on the duties of a
guardian unless he thought there was some advantage in it for him.
But he was also a star-traveller, part of a world she understood
and could manipulate, and a Delian--and a far better choice than
anyone else she had seen. She could worry about his motives later.
"Your Honor, I accept Captain Balthasar as my guardian."

The judge nodded. "See to it," he said, and the clerk rose to
pronounce the formulae. When he was done, and both parties had set
their thumb-prints to the agreement, Balthasar drew her aside,
smiling a vague apology to the judge.

"Quick, was any of that true?" he murmured, still smiling.

"Which?" Silence whispered back.

"What you told them," Balthasar answered.

Silence hesitated, then admitted, "Champuy's never wanted me, just
my ship."

"Well, then--"

"No, hold on," Silence said. "Why're you doing this?"

"I suppose you wouldn't believe mere benevolence?" Balthasar


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asked.

"No," Silence said flatly, old fears stirring. There were worse
things than ending up back on Cap Bel--but the man was a fellow
star-traveller, she reminded herself, and would follow those
codes. At least this way, there was a chance of keeping the ship.

"I need a pilot," Balthasar said quietly, suddenly serious, "and
for reasons I can't explain here, it's worth a lot to me to get a
woman pilot. You're the first one I've found."

Or at least the first one who was desperate enough to take the
job. Silence thought. Sure, there were no female pilots in the
Hegemony or, any more, in the Rusadir--it was not explicitly
illegal for a woman to hold a pilot's license, but the legal and
customary restrictions, particularly the veil, that kept women
under some man's tutelage throughout their lives, made it
impossible for a woman to meet the licensing requirements. But
there were no legal bars to women on the Fringe Worlds and, if
custom kept them out of piloting, there was always Misthia. Women
ruled on Misthia; women flew Misthia's starships, and no star-
traveller was averse to money. If the price were right, he could
always hire one of their pilots--though, to be fair, no Misthian
liked working for a man. Still, she thought, I don't like the
sound of this.

"You'll have to tell me more than that," she said.

Balthasar looked pained. "I can't tell you now, not here," he
said. "Look, I don't blame you for not trusting me. I'll do
whatever you say I should about your ship, about your
grandfather's things. But look what I'm offering. I'll give you a
pilot's job, passage from here to Delos guaranteed even if you
turn down my other offer, and you can leave the ship there without
any other obligation. On Delos, you're bound to find work."

Delos. Black Dolphin had never traded there; the ships that                                                          plied
the Delian lanes were owned by richer men than Bodua Leigh.                                                          But
Silence had heard tales of Delos. It was the richest of the                                                          non-
aligned Fringe Worlds, their unofficial leader--richer even                                                          than


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much of the Hegemony. And Delos was free. She would not have to
resort to fictions there. Silence shook her head, an almost
unacknowledged dream dying stillborn. She had thought, in the
first days after her grandfather's death, of trying to run Dolphin
herself, as pilot and owner. But she would never find a crew
willing to serve under a woman, especially not on Secasia. She had
no choice worth making, except to accept Balthasar's offer.

"All right," she said slowly. "I'll do it."

"Thank you." Balthasar looked over his shoulder at the display
globe, and the ship's image frozen in its center. "What do you
want done?"

Silence took a last look at the ship she had piloted for nine
years, then resolutely looked away. "Sell it--the assessors' price
is the absolute minimum, but I doubt you can get much more. The
cargo's included in the assessment, so we can forget that.
There'll be some debts--field fees and the like--but the money in
Grandfather's accounts should cover them."

Balthasar nodded and turned back to the judge. "I beg your pardon,
sir. We're ready to proceed."

"I'm glad to hear it, Captain." The judge glanced at his printouts
again. "You're prepared to take possession of Bodua Leigh's
property--the standard freighter Black Dolphin, her cargo, and the
assets currently in accounts held under that name--and to assume
responsibility, within the limits of those assets, for any debts
legally incurred by Bodua Leigh, all this in the name of Captain
Leigh's heir. Silence?"

"Yes, your Honor," Balthasar said.

Silence touched his shoulder. "The debts first."

The captain nodded. "Sir, it's Miss Leigh's--and my--wish that the
money in Captain Leigh's accounts should go to pay off his legal
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"I beg your pardon, Captain," the clerk interjected, "but Captain
Leigh's debts were substantial. Even applying the total amount
available, over half the debt remains unpaid."

"Let me see that," Silence snapped.

Balthasar caught the printout as it emerged from the clerk's
console, and held it while Silence scanned the columns of numbers.
There were half a dozen entries of which she knew nothing, repairs
and modifications that had never been made, supply purchases that
made no sense, contracts that suddenly showed losses instead of
profits.... Even her grandfather's haphazard methods should not
have produced such strange results. Her confusion was replaced by
anger as she read the list of creditors' names. Herlich and Wak;
Chandlers; Adelphi Yards; Swirka Company: they were all part of
the combine Champuy headed. Champuy's own name was even on the
list, and according to the faint printing Bodua Leigh had owed him
more than he owed any other single creditor. Silence frowned. She
actually remembered that contract, a cargo of rosilk, to be sold
on Akra Leuke. They had indeed bought on credit, but had made a
decent profit, and had paid off the debt on the return trip. It
would have been easy enough for Champuy to change his own records,
and the other companies' as well, but the ship's data bank should
have shown payments to Champuy, and should have proved that Bodua
Leigh never bought any of the other things--

"Uncle Otto," she said aloud.

"What?" Balthasar turned to look at her.

"Uncle Otto. He could sign for Grandfather; he's the one who ran
up these debts."

"Can you prove it?" Balthasar asked calmly, too calmly for her
liking.

Silence took a deep breath, fought back the urge to strike out at
him and at Champuy, to shriek her fury. "No, of course not." It
was clear now why Champuy had tried to get himself made her
guardian, and why her uncle had failed to appear at the court.


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Champuy might be owed the largest amount of money, but that did
not give him clear title to Black Dolphin if she were sold to pay
the creditors. And it would be the ship he was interested in, not
just the money--no, she realized, not the ship so much as the
ship's fittings, her charts, and most especially the star-books,
the collections of pilots' instructions that took the ships from
sun to sun. Rusadir star-travellers, free until the absorption
from the Hegemony's strict regulations, had always kept better
books than the Hegemony's star-travellers were allowed to own. Or
was there more to it than that? she wondered suddenly, remembering
port gossip. Champuy, it was said, was interested in Earth--
interested in the same mercenary way as was her uncle. It looked
as though Razil had finally found himself a backer, though she
could not tell why the merchant would be willing to go to so much
trouble when he could afford to buy another ship for Razil and
leave her stranded.... She put that train of thought aside as
unprofitable: he was doing it. Well, the joke's on you, Tohon
Champuy, she thought. You may get the charts as part of the ship,
if I can't "get it broken up and that price split among the
creditors, but I know there's nothing you can use in them. The
star-books are my own property--they're the tools of my office,
and that makes them dower-property, and even Hegemonic law can't
take them away from me.

"What's the total I owe?" she asked.

"Here." Balthasar pointed to a figure at the bottom of the sheet.

Silence winced. The scrap price she would get if the ship's value
were divided among the various creditors would hardly cover that.
She would have to sell.

"What's Champuy after?" Balthasar asked. "Your books?"

Silence looked up in surprise. "How--?"

The captain shrugged. "I've seen this kind of trick before. What
do you want to do?"

"I don't have much choice, do I?" Silence said bitterly. "See if


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he'll buy it--but by God he'd better pay the assessors' price--and
claim my books as dower property. I'll have to let him have the
charts."

"All right." Balthasar turned to the judge. "Your honor, since
Captain Leigh turns out to have owed such an unexpectedly large
amount, Miss Leigh has asked me to sell the ship, and use that
money to pay the various creditors. Her personal--dower--property,
which wasn't included in the assessors' survey, of course isn't
included in the offer of sale." He glanced at Champuy, his grey
eyes suddenly mischievous. "Merchant Champuy had already said he
would buy the Dolphin, at yard price. Do I hear a better offer?"

Behind her veil, Silence smiled for the first time that day. It
was a petty revenge, but it was a beginning.

"My offer was made under other circumstances," Champuy said
warily.

The judge cleared his throat. "Merchant Champuy, your offer was
made in open court, and I am compelled to hold you to it. Is there
a counteroffer?"

There was an echoing silence in the hall. Clearly, no one was
prepared either to challenge the merchant, or to get him out of
his current position. The judge's eyebrows twitched, though
Silence could not tell if that were a sign of annoyance or
amusement. "Very well, the ship is sold. Draw up the papers."

Silence waited while the clerk tapped at his keys, and the machine
spat sheet after sheet of paper. Both Balthasar and Champuy
signed, then Silence added her thumbprint and accepted Champuy's
voucher for the pitiful four hundred Secasian solas that remained
after all debts were paid. It would be less that half that amount
in the more usual currencies, Delian pound or Asteriona marks, but
she made no outward protest. It would be one more item on
Champuy's account, if ever she had the chance for revenge.

"The case of Sumi aBrand," the clerk announced, and Silence
started.


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"What now?" she asked.

Balthasar made a face. "Let's get out of here," he said roughly.
"Then to Dolphin, to get your books. You don't want to have to
fight with Champuy after he's already taken possession."

"No," Silence agreed, and followed him from the court.

The Secasian streets were drowning in an afternoon sunlight that
bleached all color from the world. The buildings and the people
alike had faded to a uniform sandy shade. Only the few women,
shrouded as law and custom required in black or dark blue veiling,
provided any break in the uniform pale brown. Sweat pearled on
Balthasar's harsh-boned face, one drop running down a curious
bleached patch of skin on one cheek. Silence reached automatically
to push aside her veil, wipe the sweat from her own face, but
realized in time where she was. She brushed feebly at the weighted
cloth, feeling like a fool, then jammed her hands into the pockets
of her coat.

At the edge of the court plaza, a line of cabs was waiting, their
domes on the reflective setting to drive off some of the heat.
Balthasar tapped on the window of the leader and was rewarded by a
sudden clearing of the shell. A mechanical voice spoke from the
driver's compartment.

"You wish transport."

A homunculus, Silence thought, and barely restrained a shiver. She
had spent most of her adult life in space, where heavy work was
done almost exclusively by the homunculi, but she still could not
be comfortable in the presence of the quasi-living specimens of a
magus's art. They were little more than crudely shaped pseudo-
flesh slapped onto a metal skeleton, given rudimentary
intelligence and volition, and turned loose to do the dirty jobs
no human being wanted. She knew they were useful--necessary, even--
but today more than ever, the thought of the caricatured face,
like a child's drawing, made her cringe, and she was glad that the
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reflective.

Balthasar did not seem in the least affected. "Yes, to the port--
to the assessors' dock."

"Enter," the homunculus said, and the rear canopy rose slowly.
Balthasar scrambled in, and Silence followed more carefully,
gathering the skirts of her coat about her. The canopy slid closed
again, and the interior fans whined, sending a stronger jet of
cooled air into the compartment. Balthasar sighed and leaned back
against the seat cushions, eyes closed.

The homunculus droned on. "The meter will run at a standard rate
of two bazai each kilometer. Luggage is carried at the rate of
three bazai per piece, one las per large parcel or crate...."
There was more, but it was dulled by the thrum of the motors as
the cab lurched away from the plaza. Silence sighed and loosened
the uncomfortable veil, folding back the piece that had covered
her nose and mouth. The touch of the air was deliciously cold on
her sweating skin.

"So that's what you look like," Balthasar remarked. Silence looked
at him, and he quickly changed the subject. "You really think this
uncle of yours made a deal with Champuy?"

Silence shrugged, wondering again what the Delian wanted and what
price she'd have to pay for this much help. But there was no
reason yet not to answer the question honestly. "If Champuy wanted
the books, there's plenty he could offer Otto--my uncle's not
picky. And that could cause me trouble later, since he's still my
legal guardian."

"I forgot that," Balthasar muttered.

Silence said, "The Tabiran law only allows the courts to appoint a
temporary guardian in the absence of a male relative. It doesn't
give you any permanent rights."

"I see," Balthasar said. There was a speculative look in his eyes,
but he did not pursue whatever thought had occurred to him.


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Silence watched him out of the corner of her eye, trying to guess
what had caught the other's attention. But after that one brief,
calculating glance, Balthasar's face closed up, discouraging
questions and giving nothing away. Silence looked away again,
nervous and dissatisfied. The sooner I find out what's really
going on, and what his real price is, the happier I'll be, she
thought. And the sooner I have some real bargaining power--however
I can get it, even if I have to use my starbooks somehow--the
safer I'll feel. But it'll have to be an awfully good offer before
I'll take his second job.

The cab slowed then, and they passed through the massive arch that
was the gate to the port area. Peering through the darkened dome,
Silence could make out the delicate spire of the main control
tower, the customs house, and the other administrative buildings
clustered at its feet. To either side of them ran rows of the
long, low barns that were the docks and tuning sheds and
mechanics' workshops. It was remarkable how little those buildings
varied from world to world. Only the control tower and its
associated complex was ever different.

Beyond the docks was the field itself, a flat expanse of fused
earth, linked to the docks by a network of taxiways. A cradled
ship waited at the far end of the field, its tow scurrying away
toward the bunkers at the edge of the fused strip. As soon as the
tow had vanished inside, the ship's harmonium whined to lifting
pitch--even two kilometers away, Silence could feel the vibration
in the walls of the cab. The ship trembled once, a great shudder
that racked it from nose to tail. Then it lifted, rising at first
quite slowly, then faster and faster, the gleaming silver of the
sounding keel lifting it toward heaven. Silence watched it dwindle
until the cab turned into the tunnel that led to the assessors'
buildings, and the walls cut off her view.

The cab stopped outside the double doors of the assessors' dock,
and Balthasar fed local banknotes into the meter to pop the
canopy. The docking bay was almost empty, only two of the twelve
spaces surrounded by the durafelt baffles that marked the presence
of a ship. There was a small glassed-in cubby just inside the


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door, and Balthasar approached it confidently.

"Excuse me," he said, tapping on the glass, and a gnomish little
man appeared as if by conjuration.

"Yes?"

"We're here to get some things off the Black Dolphin," Balthasar
said. "She's been sold, so you won't have her hanging around her
much longer."

The watchman looked suspiciously at him. "I'll have to see the
papers."

Balthasar handed over the paper authorizing his temporary
guardianship, and Silence produced the bill of sale, pointing out
the provision that exempted her own belongings. The little man
examined each page with excruciating care, but finally nodded.
_

"All right, I'll let you aboard--but I'll have to come with you.
And you can only take things from your cabin, miss. Otherwise I
can't know what's yours."

"Fair enough," Silence said, when Balthasar didn't answer.

The watchman led them down the row of empty cradles, past the
first baffled ship, whose bow curtain hung open enough to reveal
the sharply raked nose of a customs lighter. The unprotected
sounding keel showed silver, not the oiled lead of a true keel: it
was a local ship, not capable of interstellar travel. There would
only be enough Philosopher's Tincture in the metal of the keel to
take the ship away from the elemental earth of Secasia's core, not
enough to reach purgatory and the stars.

"Silence?" Balthasar called softly, striking a whispery echo from
the two keels. "Are you coming?"

Somehow the other two had gotten ahead of her, were already
standing on the catwalk that ran along the top of the Dolphin's


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cradle. Silence hurried to join them, her feet on the rattling
stairway drawing a new low thrumming from the keel as she passed.
The watchman was waiting at the now-open stern hatch, a rainbow-
glittering key in his hand.

"Which is your cabin, miss?"

"This way."

Silence took them down the main corridor that ran the length of
the ship to her cabin across the common room from the ladder
leading to the lower bridge. The latch clicked open at her touch,
and the door slid back. There was not much for her to take:
clothes, tapes, trinkets, and jewelry, and finally, from the
locked strongbox beneath the mattress in the platform of her bunk,
her star-books. They were real books, bound in thin metal, the
paper edged with metal as well, to help protect the fragile
contents. Charged locks bound covers and pages tightly together, a
pinpoint light winking red in the center of each touchplate. She
lifted them out of their hiding place, the New Aquarius and the
ninety-first edition of the Speculum Astronomi, written in the
bastard Latin that had been the magi's first language; then the
fussy, much-abused Star-Follower's Handbook, and her copy of the
Hegemonic Navy's Topoi. One was missing. She frowned, and looked
around the cabin again, wondering if she could have left it out on
the shelves. But she remembered putting it with the others and
locking the box over it.

Balthasar glanced at her and said in an undertone, "What's wrong?"

"My Gilded Stairs. It's not here." Silence frowned more deeply.
Only the captain had the master key that would unlock the cabin
strongboxes, and she had seen it among her grandfather's effects;
Razil could not have stolen it. "Unless Grandfather borrowed it,
and left it in his cabin?"

Balthasar nodded once, then cleared his throat. "Was that your
bell, watchman?"

"Hm?" The man frowned suspiciously--as well he might, Silence


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thought disgustedly, that was one of the oldest tricks in the book-
-but then sighed "I didn't hear it. You'll have to come with me
while I check. I can't leave you aboard alone, you know."

"I'm ready anyway," Silence said.

Balthasar hoisted the larger bag, the one containing the rest of
her belongings, to one shoulder. "Is this everything?" he asked.
Face and voice were still expressionless, but there was a new
tension in his stance.

"All except the books, and I have those," Silence said, and let
him precede her from the cabin. The watchman glanced back, but saw
only an incompetent woman fumbling with the latch of her carryall.
Balthasar was with him, and that was what mattered. Silence held
her breath, timing her steps carefully. When the watchman reached
the hatch, she was beside her grandfather's cabin, her hand,
concealed behind the carryall, fumbling with the latch buttons.
She pressed them in the proper sequence, upper left, lower right,
lower left and upper right, and then, as the watchman leaned out
of the ship to listen, she kicked the opening panel. The door
popped open, and she slipped inside. There was no time to look
around; the familiar grey binding of the Gilded Stairs stood on
the shelves beside the door, and she seized it and swept it into
the carryall in one motion. Then she was outside again, the door
closing behind her, consumed by the nightmare fear that she had
gotten the wrong book after all.

"Sieura Leigh?" That was Balthasar, calling from the hatch. She
looked up and saw both men staring at her, the watchman not
bothering to hide his annoyance. "The men are here to claim the
ship," Balthasar went on.

"Oh?" Silence said, trying to keep her voice level. She glanced
down into the carryall, saw the proper title, and hid her sigh of
relief. "Then I suppose I'd better hurry." She left the carryall
unlatched and walked on to the hatch. Balthasar was still staring
at her, one eyebrow slightly raised in question, and she nodded as
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The captain nodded back. "We'll be off," he said. "You needn't see
us all the way out, watchman, we'll be going by the tunnels."

The other man hesitated at the head of the cradle stairs, but
shrugged. "Go ahead, Captain. Good voyage."

Balthasar nodded his thanks, then took Silence's arm and hurried
her down the cradle stairs and toward the dimly lit tunnel
entrance at the far end of the dock. She quickly matched his pace,
glancing once over her shoulder toward the main entrance. Sure
enough, a group of men were waiting there, their dull coveralls
badged with an insignia she could not quite read, but was
certainly the mark of Champuy's combine. Champuy himself did not
seem to be with them.

"Do you think they'll start trouble?" Silence asked.

"I doubt it," Balthasar said, hauling back the door to the
tunnels. "No profit in it--I hope." Despite his words, he glanced
nervously over his shoulder at the approaching figures.

Wishing that she knew how to interpret that look--and that her ten-
shot heylin were not buried at the very bottom of the carryall--
Silence hiked her coat to her knees and hurried down the narrow
stairs. Balthasar followed more slowly, his free hand deep in the
pocket of his jacket. The fabric bulged with more than just his
fist. At the first landing, he paused to listen.

"Well?" Silence asked, after a moment.

"We're clear, I guess. Come on."

The pilot shrugged, biting back her anger, and followed him down
the winding stairs.

The area beneath the dock buildings was honeycombed with tunnels,
originally intended to give the dock workers some sort of
protection from Secasia's baking heat. The star-travellers had
taken it over almost immediately, turning it into Secasia's
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tunnels and caverns to include hotels and apartments, recreation
areas catering to every conceivable taste, shops and local offices
for the giant combines, mechanics' workshops, and even a minor
magus's laboratory. Stepping from the secondary tunnels into the
main concourse was like stepping into another world, a world far
more hospitable than Secasia.

Silence pulled off her veil, stuffing it deep into a pocket, then
slipped loose the fastenings of her coat and let it swirl back
over the short tunic and sober grey tights she wore beneath it.
The cool, machine-scented air of the Pale flowed past her, and she
threw back her head to let it stir her close-cropped hair, washing
away some of the misery of the past hours. The sight of the
colorfully dressed crowd, Oued Tessaans, Rhosoi, Castagi, even a
Numluli youth sporting festival ribbons, and the rise and fall of
the pure coine of the star lanes calmed her a little. She had lost
her ship, but her dream of being pilot-owner of a starship had
never been more than that, and an impractical dream besides. She
had escaped working for Champuy, or being forced back to Cap Bel--
and with a minimum of harassment, despite her sex. She had passage
to Delos even without accepting Balthasar's second, dubious offer,
and some chance of finding more work. Things could have been worse-
-

"Silence!" The voice came from one of the hole-in-the-wall bars
that filled the shorter side tunnels, and stopped her in her
tracks.

"It's my uncle," Silence said involuntarily.

Balthasar made a face. "You can't ignore him now."

"Silence, wait!" The tubby man pushed open the shutters that gave
onto the main concourse and clambered out through the empty window
frame, ignoring the curses of patrons and passersby.

"Don't you know enough to use the door?" Silence asked.

"I was afraid you'd get away," Otto Razil panted, straightening a
jacket that tended to ride up over his paunch. "When is the


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hearing with Probate?"

"This morning, and you damn well knew it," Silence snapped. Razil
was flushed, and the faint, cloying scent of iore, the most
expensive of the Ariassan narcotics, clung to his beard. He could
rarely afford even the cheap taio on his share of Dolphin's
profits, and Silence's anger flared again.

"I'm so sorry," Razil said, slurring his words only a little.
"What happened? Did you have to sell the ship?"

Silence took a deep breath. "Yes, I sold Dolphin. It turned out
there were some very interesting purchases made on the ship's
account that I never saw results of. Do you know how that
happened?"

"Your grandfather was always spendthrift," Razil blustered. "I
never wanted to trouble you with the financial problems he had--"

"Troubles, hell," Silence said. "You did all the buying, and you
altered our records. How much did Champuy pay you for it?"

Razil hesitated, then drew himself up in an attempt at dignity.
"If I choose to work for him, that's my business. If you're too
stupid to know a good offer--well, I'm not going to let you drag
me down with you. Especially when I should be a captain in my own
right."

"That's what he offered you? To be Dolphin's captain? Or to go to
Earth?"

Razil abandoned all pretense. "Yes, by God, and I'll make it to
Earth, now that I've got the backing I need, and there'll be no
sharing with some chit of a girl pilot." His expression was
momentarily clever. "You're still legally under my power, Silence.
I could refuse to let you sign a contract with anyone else, make
you come back and pilot for me, let you drool over the five
millions and never give you a penny--"

"Shut up," Silence said. She was suddenly consumed with fury, not


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just at Razil, but at the entire situation. "Listen to me. Law or
no law, if you ever try to act as my guardian, if you ever
interfere with my life again, I will kill you. Here and now, with
my bare hands if I have to. Do you understand me?"

The pudgy man took a step backwards. "Silence, dear girl, no need
to be hasty. It's a good job I'm offering."

"No. Now go." Silence reached for the bag Balthasar was carrying,
but the captain stepped out of her reach. In the instant her
attention was distracted, Razil vanished into the crowd. "Goddamn
it, I will kill him!"

"I don't blame you," Balthasar said, "but not here." He nodded at
the curious faces around them, the beginning of a crowd of
witnesses, and Silence sighed. Her anger faded almost as quickly
as it had flared up; she was shaking now with the reaction.

"All right," she said. "But I meant it." "I know," Balthasar said.
"Let's go." Balthasar's ship was cradled in the fifteenth dock, a
long low barn nearly at the end of the row of port buildings.
These were the cheaper docks, far from the tuning sheds and the
central offices, and were consequently crowded. All but two of the
thirty-odd berths were full, and workers were busy preparing those
two for new arrivals. It was hot in the dock, especially after the
cool of the Pale, and Silence slipped out of the heavy coat. It
was the designer's fault for building windows in a dock, she
decided, no matter how much it saved the Port Authority on lights.
The narrow row of windows that ran around the entire perimeter of
the dock, just below the roof beams, showed nothing but Secasia's
white-hot sky.

Sun-Treader's cradle was in a berth in the middle of the row.
Balthasar lifted a corner of the baffle curtain to let them
through, then carefully secured it behind them, shutting out the
extraneous noises that might upset the tuning of the keel. Silence
stared at the ship. She had been expecting another ship like Black
Dolphin, a rounded, fractionally ungainly hull bulging over the
edges of a narrow keel. Sun-Treader's hull was long and sleek, not
as narrow as a Navy three or four, but still very slim, a


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streamlined bump on the arrow of the keel. She was clearly build
for speed and maneuverability, and Silence's fingers itched for
the feel of the controls.

"She's Delian built," Balthasar said casually, but there was a
calculating expression in his eyes. "A half-and-half, the yards
call that design. She'll only carry about seventy-five mass units--
but she's twice as fast as an ordinary freighter."

Silence nodded, following him up the catwalk that clung to the
cradle's side. That said a lot about Balthasar, whether he had
intended to reveal it or not. A half-and-half just might be a
respectable ship on Delos and in the Fringe, but in the Rusadir it
was a pirate's ship, at best a smuggler's ship. The cargo space
might be limited, but the most valuable illegal cargos tended to
be small, and a half-and-half could outrun anything smaller than a
Navy five. Just what do you do for a living, Denis Balthasar? she
thought, but said nothing, watching Balthasar work the hatch
controls.

"Yo, Julie?" Balthasar stepped into the narrow corridor, peered
around and upward. "I'm aboard, with a pilot."

"Oh?" A temporary ladder rattled sharply, and a heavily built man
dropped through a maintenance hatch into the corridor in front of
them. Packing fluid streaked his hands and a few droplets were
caught in his untidy beard. He looked momentarily startled to see
a woman, but recovered quickly. He removed most of the fluid by
dragging his hands across the thighs of his trousers and held out
a hand in greeting. "Welcome aboard, pilot."

Silence took his hand speechlessly, overwhelmed by the sheer size
of the man. He towered over her by nearly half a meter, his bulk
filling the passageway.

"Silence Leigh, Julian Chase Mago, my engineer," Balthasar said.
"Silence has signed on at least to Delos."

"Oh?" Chase Mago looked down at his captain, over Silence's head.
"So she's going to--"


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"We haven't discussed that," Balthasar cut in quickly. The
engineer shook his head.

"That reminds me," Silence said. "What was this deal you couldn't
talk about at the court?"

"Let's drop your things in the pilot's cabin," Balthasar said.
"Then we'll talk."

The half-and-half's construction was very different from that of a
standard freighter, and the differences made Silence wonder again
just what kind of cargos Balthasar carried. The main hatch opened
not onto the main deck but into a short length of corridor running
between the two main holds. A ladder led up to the crew deck,
directly into a common room that was little more than a broader
section of corridor fitted with a few battered pieces of
furniture. A bank of automatic kitchen machines stood against one
bulkhead, separated from the rest of the common area by a woven
metal partition. Silence could see grooves in the floor where
other partitions could be fitted to create at least two more
cabins.

The pilot's cabin was right up in the bow, at the base of the
ladder that led to the double bridge. It was oddly shaped, almost
triangular, but the fittings were fairly standard. Bunk and
monitor console were built into opposite bulkheads, and a shower
compartment was tucked into the apex of the triangle.

"I know it looks like you're right over the keel," Chase Mago
said, "but you've got about a meter of packing in between. You
shouldn't feel a thing."

Silence nodded and tossed the smaller carryall onto the bare
mattress of the bunk. Balthasar set the larger bag just inside the
door and turned to go.

"I'm fixing tea," he said. "Do you want some, Silence?"

"Please."


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The door slid shut automatically behind him, and Silence stared at
the empty cabin. Bare walls, bare bunk, darkened console ...
suddenly all the practical difficulties of starting over, of
imposing her will on a new ship and fitting into a new unit,
threatened to overwhelm her.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Chase Mago asked.

"No, thanks, I'll settle things later," Silence answered. Then at
last the cadence of his speech registered. "You're from the
Rusadir, aren't you?"

The engineer hesitated briefly, then said, "Yes, from Kesse."

Silence looked up quickly, the trivial question of mutual
acquaintance dying on her lips. Kesse--renamed Tarraco by the
Hegemony in an attempt to wipe out the memory of the planet's
resistance--had been the last of the Rusadir worlds to fall to the
invaders. It had lasted for a year under siege, had turned back
all the tricks the magi had thrown against it. Only the treachery
of a splinter faction of its oligarchs had forced the planet to
surrender. The survivors had been forcibly relocated and subjected
to harsh sanctions--among which, if she remembered correctly, was
a ban on star travel.

Chase Mago shrugged, reading the question in her eyes. "Lots of
things are possible if you pay off the right people. And we don't
go very deep into the Hegemony if we can help it.... I think the
tea's ready now."

Silence nodded, oddly embarrassed, and followed the engineer out
of the cabin. The smoky aroma of the tea filled the commons. Chase
Mago sniffed at it, then dropped heavily into a folded cushion
chair that bore the permanent imprint of his huge frame. A hammock
chair stood by the dented table, the paint worn from its metal
frame by constant use; it was obviously Balthasar's favorite.
There was a third chair as well, an oil-inflated armchair whose
undented cushion proved it had only recently been taken from
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cautiously against the still, chill padding. Balthasar emerged
from the galley cubicle with three large mugs balanced on a tray,
and Silence accepted one blindly, sipping at the steaming liquid.
For the first time in days, in the weeks since her grandfather's
death, she had the time to think of her own feelings, and she
winced, expecting the familiar tide of grief and anger. But there
was only exhaustion, a numbing fatigue and a sense of being out of
place. There had been so much fighting, and not much to show for
it, really--only this strange ship and its equally strange crew.

"Do you want to talk?" Balthasar asked.

"No," Silence said, rising so quickly that she almost spilled her
tea. "Not now. I'm dead tired, and I want some sleep before I have
to make any decisions."

"Sure," Balthasar said, and Chase Mago nodded. Their eyes
flickered toward each other in almost subliminal conversation, but
Silence had no interest in reading it. She retreated to her cabin,
closed and latched the door behind her. She stooped for the bag
that held her bedding, but lost her balance and stumbled back
against the bunk. The mattress was positively seductive in its
Spartan comfort, and she let herself lean back against the pillow.
In just a minute, she promised herself, in just a minute I'll get
up, make the bed. In just a minute. And then she slept.

Chapter 2

Silence woke stiff from sleeping curled on the unmade bunk, her
coat dragged loosely over her. She had dreamed, she knew, but
already the thread of it was fading, leaving her with a vague
memory of her grandfather's face and an odd sense of release. She
groped for the substance of the dream, and it was gone. She sighed
and stretched, muscles protesting a little. At least she had
slept, and slept soundly, for the first time in weeks. She smiled
wryly to herself. I think I can even face this offer of
Balthasar's.

The ship was very quiet, only the hissing of the ventilators
proving that the ship was alive. She got up, wincing--the lights


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faded on automatically with her movement--and searched the monitor
for the chronometer display. She found it at last and keyed it on:
the little screen declared it to be 0941 hours. She checked the
abbreviated notation beneath the numbers. That was local time, but
the arbitrary ship's time matched it fairly well, at 0652. She
bathed arid dressed and, thus fortified, pushed open the cabin
door.

The common area was dark and empty. Past the closed doors of the
men's cabins, a guard light burned orange in the entrance to the
engine room, but there was no other sign of life. Even the ladders
to the other decks were only just outlined by the blue pinpoints
of safety lights. Chastened, she retreated, closing the door
behind her.

So they're late risers, she told herself. Let them sleep. You can
use the time to put this place to rights. Determinedly, she flung
back the straps to release the mattress, exposing the strongbox
beneath. Unlocking the smaller carryall, she put the starbooks
away, and adjusted the strongbox's lock to respond to her
palmprint. Then she pushed the mattress back into place and began
unpacking the rest of her things. She was stacking the last
filmbook in its place when someone tapped gently on her door.
There had been noises in the common room for some time, she
realized, as she moved to unlock the door, but she hadn't noticed
them until now.

"Yes?"

"Breakfast is ready," Chase Mago announced. "And Denis wants to
talk to you."

"Thanks. I'm sorry I--about last night," Silence amended,
following the engineer through the commons into the kitchen area.
She drew a mug of coffee from the huge urn mounted on one
bulkhead, but refused a slice of the sweet, heavy daybread.
Balthasar, already sitting at the table, raised a hand in
greeting.

"Good morning," he called. "Pull up a chair. How are you feeling?"


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"Better," Silence said, taking her place at the table. "And
curious."

At her elbow, Chase Mago grinned briefly.

"All right, I owe you an explanation, I know." Balthasar made an
odd face: seemingly the thought of explanations caused him
physical pain. "Did Julie mention he's from Kesse?"

"Yes." Silence stole a glance at the engineer. His bearded face
was grim, and one hand slowly contracted on his mug, as though he
would shatter it.

Balthasar went on as if he hadn't noticed. "You know the
restrictions that were imposed. Relocation, confiscations,
restrictions--it's the restrictions that're important. The
Kessemen can't travel except with special documents, controlled
from the capital, and Julie doesn't have--can't get--those papers.
You can't really forge them," he added quickly, forestalling
Silence's question. "Asterion handles them directly, and the
Hegemon himself has to approve each one. So far, we've gotten by
with some pretty crude Lachesan papers and a lot of bribe money.
But we can't go very deep into the Hegemony that way, and it's
getting more expensive every trip."

"And so?" Silence asked.

"I'm a Delian citizen," Balthasar said. "You know the citizenship
laws there?"

Silence frowned, wondering when the connection would be made, but
answered willingly enough. She felt almost as if she were in
school again, when the quickest way to get the information she
wanted was to humor the teachers. "They don't allow immigration.
Population control, I think, since it's a crowded world."

"Right. But it's less a question of population than that they want
to restrict the number of people with citizen status, to make it
hard for off-worlders to get it. Being a Delian citizen has a lot


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of advantages ... and there are only two ways to get it: be born
on planet to two full citizens, or marry a Delian. Now, Julie
would be free of the restrictions if he had Delian citizenship.
You see the problem?"

"Delos doesn't recognize one-sex marriages?"

Chase Mago said, "That would make things too easy."

"They don't bring full citizenship," Balthasar said.

"I'm still not sure I see--" Silence began warily, and Balthasar
cut in.

"But they do recognize multiple marriage."

"Oh." Silence looked from one to the other. "So you want me to
marry both of you?"

"That's the idea," Balthasar said.

Chase Mago frowned at him. "There wouldn't be any--physical
obligation on your part, I promise. It would be a marriage of name
only."

"Delian law lets all parties keep citizen status only if the
marriage lasts a year or longer," Balthasar added. He made an
apologetic gesture. "They don't want it to be easy."

"So if I did this, I'd have to wait a year to get out of it if I
discovered I couldn't stand the two of you?" Silence shook her
head. "Why couldn't you just marry a Delian woman?"

Chase Mago stared into the depths of his mug. "I do not know many
women--many people at all--on Delos. And the laws against
marriages of convenience are strict. . . ."

His voice trailed off, and Balthasar said practically, "It's just
not to their advantage. There's nothing he--or I, or we--can offer
that a Delian doesn't have already. Even on Delos, or anywhere in


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the Fringe, there aren't a lot of women who become star-
travellers. The ones that do are all supercargos, or stewards,
things like that. You're the first woman pilot I've met, except
for Misthians. I don't have any use for a supercargo--Sun-
Treader's too small to need a separate person to handle cargo--but
I do need a pilot. Anyway, most of those woman are already
married, and I guess I don't have to tell you why."

Silence nodded. The Hegemony was the largest political entity in
known space; all star-travellers had to deal with it and its laws
at some point. Marriage was probably the easiest way for most
women to gain legal existence under the Hegemon's code. "So why
not marry a planetsider?"

"We couldn't prove the marriage," Balthasar said. "Delian law
defines marriage as cohabitation over a set period of time. I
can't spare Julie, and there isn't room aboard for anyone who
doesn't work." He smiled winningly. "This isn't a one-sided deal.
You'll get citizenship, too, and pilot's work. And you won't have
to worry about your uncle."

"Let me think!" The words came out more sharply than Silence had
intended, and she gestured an apology. "I don't know."

"Just think about it," Balthasar said. "The rest of my offer
holds."

"How can I tell if I can work with you?" Silence asked. "I've
known you less than a standard day."

"The flight to Delos," Balthasar said. "We'll take a long road.
That'll show up any incompatibilities." He grinned, delighted by
his own inspiration.

Chase Mago's eyebrows rose, but then he smiled faintly. "It's a
thought."

Silence looked at them again, at Chase Mago's broad, bearded face,
Balthasar's face all angles, with the patch of pale skin beneath
one eye. Chase Mago was at least a Rusadir man, Kesse-born and


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Kesse-bred; she and the engineer shared a common culture.
Balthasar was another matter, closed in and secretive, giving so
little of himself that even his apparent benevolence was
unsettling. . . . Both of them were unknown quantities, with
unknown strengths and weaknesses ... she was not ready to commit
herself to anything, especially not to a new ship, not yet. Still,
it was the best offer yet, and who could know what things would be
like on Delos? Even a Delian might hesitate to hire a woman pilot.
And she would gain her freedom. She shook her head again. The
marriage was nothing, less than nothing if Balthasar kept Chase
Mago's promise and it remained a marriage of name. Love was less
intimate a relationship than the trust that had to exist between
the members of a starship's crew.

She sighed. Balthasar's idea was a good one. A long road, lasting
six hours or longer in subjective time, was usually reserved for
the superfreighters with their ten-man crews--but if the three of
them could take Sun-Treader through, the difficulties of the
passage would either weld them into a functional crew or prove the
attempt to be pointless. Either way, it would be quick. Against
her better judgment, she nodded.

"I'm not stupid," she said. "I can see how it's to my advantage.
I'll work out a long-road course to Delos, captain, and I'll give
you my answer when we're cradled there."

"Fair enough," Balthasar said. He gulped the last of his coffee
and stood up quickly. "Julie, I've got business in the port. Why
don't you show Silence the ship, let her get the feel of the
controls?"

"Right," Chase Mago answered, and Balthasar was gone, disappearing
down the ladder to the main hatch. The engineer shook his head,
sighed. Silence took a last sip of her coffee.

"Shall we start?" she asked.

"There's no hurry," Chase Mago said. "Look, Denis makes up these
plans as he goes along. He doesn't have some great controlling
scheme in mind, even if he'd like to make you think he does. This


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marriage--he was going to try and find a supercargo, and worry
about those problems later, but then he saw you at the court, and
figured you were what we really needed. He--don't let him push
you, that's all."

"Oh, I won't," Silence said, more grimly than she had intended.

Chase Mago looked down at his plate as though he were surprised to
find it empty. "Then I guess we might as well get started," he
said. He swept up his own plate and utensils, caught both their
mugs in his free hand, and dumped the lot into the cleaning slot
as he passed the kitchen console. Silence did the same with
Balthasar's dishes, then wondered if she should have left them.
Before she could ask, Chase Mago had begun his tour.

"This is the cabin space," he said, gesturing to the two doors
beyond the commons. One--Balthasar's, Silence thought--was open a
crack, revealing an unmade bunk and bare walls. "We can fit in two
more cabins by breaking down the common area--three cabins if we
eliminate commons all together," Chase Mago went on.
"Engineering's through here."

Silence stepped over the raised coaming, through the warning
barrier of orange light, and blinked at the sudden sterile
brightness of her surroundings. There were two main consoles, and
half a dozen smaller monitors, mostly dark and silent. The smaller
of the two consoles hummed and clicked softly to itself. Chase
Mago glanced once at it, then turned his attention to the other,
his eyes caressing the few pale lights flickering among the
darkened gauges. He touched keys on the double board and watched
the readings shift, before turning his attention back to the
pilot.

"We're Delos built," he said, "but we tune to the Numluli scale."
He touched a glowing key set apart from the others and the
harmonium spoke, a low chord that was no known harmony, no human
music. The sheer beauty of it shivered to her bones.

Into the silence that followed, Chase Mago said, "We reach five-
twelfths of heaven."


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Silence tried to convert that to velocity and failed. Considered
as a measure of time, it was easier to see what that would mean.
Compared to Black Dolphin, whose harmonium would only make a sixth
of heaven, Sun-Treader would spend less subjective time in
purgatory. Or so she thought. Frowning, she reviewed what she knew
of the engineer's art. The essential parts of a starship were the
sounding keel and the harmonium. The keel was made of a base metal
impregnated with the Philosopher's Tincture, the only celestial
substance that could exist in the mundane world. The tincture in
the keel always sought to return to the transcendant, nonmaterial
world--heaven--beyond apparent reality, but was bound down by the
material substances with which it was surrounded. Only under
stimulus from the harmonium, which was tuned to as close an
approximation of the music which ruled heaven as was humanly
possible, could the tincture rise toward heaven, first fleeing the
elemental earth of a planet's core, then rushing faster and faster
into the void between the stars, where the barriers between the
mundane and the. celestial were thinnest. The rest of the ship,
riding on the keel, was drawn up with it. Because most of the ship
was made of material substances, gross matter, it could never
reach heaven--but the harmonium could bring it to the crucial
point, the twelfth of heaven that was purgatory. Time and space
twisted, doors opened, and the ships passed between the stars in
minutes rather than in hundreds of years. And that was where the
ranking of fractions came hi. The closer a ship came to heaven,
the less time it seemed to take to pass through purgatory.

Chase Mago was still talking. "... biggest problem has been the
cargo space. The holds are right over the keel, not on the top
deck like on a freighter, and none of the baffles has worked quite
right. We have to be really careful about the stowage."

"What kind of cargo do you carry?" Silence asked.

The engineer hesitated. "All kinds. Denis is under contract to a
group, and we run a lot of their light stuff."

The explanation did not ring quite true--for one thing, if Sun-
Treader were a contract ship, where were her employers' markings?--


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but Silence said nothing.

"You'll see what I mean when Denis gets back," Chase Mago said.
"Do you want to see the control room now?"

"Sure"

They walked back toward the bow, then Chase Mago waved her up the
ladder ahead of him. The lower control room was about what Silence
had expected, twin consoles for captain and pilot, twin
acceleration couches that could be tilted back to form almost-
comfortable bunks, the triple view-screen dominating the forward
bulkhead. She gave it a cursory glance and pulled herself up to
the pilot's bridge.

The dome was starkly functional, empty except for the massive
control yoke, shaped rather like the wheel of one of the legendary
sea-ships of old Earth. Rudimentary status lights glowed on its
hub and along one of the thick spokes, but the well-worn metal was
otherwise unadorned. Nothing more was needed: In purgatory,
control was maintained as much through symbolic effects as through
any sophisticated mechanical linkage. Silence stepped onto the
platform before it, slipping her feet into the waiting hollows.
The clingfoam covering wrapped itself around her ankles. She took
hold of the wheel itself--it swung freely to her touch, disengaged
from its systems--and her eyes narrowed as she tried to imagine
the ship in purgatory. The hull would go transparent, the
voidmarks glittering through.. . .

In the compartment below, Chase Mago cleared his throat, and she
came back to reality with a start. Sliding down the short ladder,
she asked, "What happened to your old pilot? You can't have run
this ship with just two people. "

"Actually, we have been," the engineer answered. "Denis is a
licensed pilot--can tune a ship, too, if you can believe him--and
when Alex was offered a better post, Denis took over until we
could find someone to replace him."

"It looks like it's taken you quite a while," Silence commented.


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If they had been running short-handed, that would explain the
surprisingly spartan commons: there would have been no time to
arrange more than minimal comfort.

Chase Mago shrugged. "It's hard to find a good pilot, and Denis
believes in leaving our options open."

Silence's lips tightened in spite of herself, but she could think
of no safe response. Then there was a clattering from the
hatchway, and Balthasar's voice echoed up from the lower deck.

"Yo, Julie?"

Chase Mago leaned into the ladder well. "Topside."

Feet rattled on the ladder rungs below him, and Balthasar appeared
in the opening, looking up with a quizzical expression. "There
wasn't much after all. Come help me manage the homunculi."

"I'll be right down." The engineer dropped through the hole
without a backward glance. Silence hesitated, not sure if she were
included in the order, of if she wanted to be, but then Bal-
thasar's voice floated up over the rattling of the ladders.

"Where's Silence?"

"Coming," she called, and dropped down after them.

The homunculi were waiting at the base of the cradle, three short,
stunted, vaguely humanoid creatures, each with a metal-bound crate
nested in the frame embedded in its shoulders. Balthasar, at the
top of the catwalk, raised their control disk, and the crude faces
turned toward him, dull glass eyes full of a false awareness. He
adjusted the settings, and the homunculi shambled forward, apelike
arms taking part of the weight off their forward-leaning torsos.
Silence shrank back in spite of herself as they started up the
stairway.

"Silence?" Chase Mago pulled a key box from his pocket and tossed
it in her direction. Startled, she batted at it, and knocked it


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clattering to the deck plates.

"That's to the forward hold," Chase Mago said. "Go on ahead and
unlock it, would you?"

Silence nodded, scooping up the key, and ducked back into the
ship. The lock responded willingly, and she folded back the stiff
leaves of the hatch. The lights came on in the hold as she did so.

"Watch yourself," Chase Mago called.

Silence turned, and found her path blocked by the column of
homunculi. Rather than risk their touch, she stepped into the
hold, retreating up the slight incline toward the bow. The plates
underfoot were soft and spongy, made of the same combination of
elements as the baffles that surrounded the ship.

The first homunculus loomed in the hatchway, levering itself over
the low coaming with clumsy movements of its arms. Silence stepped
to one side, almost tripping over one of the low, soft ridges that
crisscrossed the stowage space. It shambled past her and the next
one lifted itself stiffly into the hold. It was followed by a
third, and then by Balthasar, who positioned himself to one side
of the hatch, watching their progress with an anxious eye. Chase
Mago, standing stooped to peer into the hold, gnawed on a
thumbnail, guessing distances.

"That looks all right," he said at last. His voice was without
resonance in the padded compartment.

Balthasar nodded and adjusted the disk again. The homunculi froze
in their tracks. "Unload?" he asked, and Chase Mago shrugged.

"Why not? We'll have to do most of the shifting by hand anyway."

Balthasar moved the disk. Each homunculus reached over its
shoulder, massive three-fingered paws closing surely over the
crates on their backs. With surprising grace, they lifted the
crates over their heads and set them on the floor-plates in front
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"Is there more?" Chase Mago asked.

"No, this is it." Balthasar looked up as the engineer edged
cautiously into the hold. "Where do you want these?"

Chase Mago consulted a chart laminated to the bulkhead behind him.
Then he pulled a small, thick notebook from his pocket and began
flipping through the pages, mumbling to himself. "What is this,
anyway?"

"The usual," Balthasar answered airily.

"Right." Chase Mago tucked the notebook away again and slid back
the cover that protected the field controls. "Clear."

Hastily, Silence stepped out of the stowage into the narrow
corridor that ran between the two spaces. Behind her, light--the
outward manifestation of a Newtonian field that would confine the
cargo--flared briefly along the ridges, then coalesced to outline
three widely spaced squares, two to her left, one to her right.
Chase Mago cut the field, frowning.

"The crates are light," Balthasar interposed. "It might be easier
for us to move them than to try and tell the homunculi where to
put them."

Chase Mago sighed. "All right. You see where they have to go."

"Sure," Balthasar said, and reached for the first of the crates,
lifting it with apparent ease.

Silence copied him, carefully staying out of the nearest
homunculus's reach. It would not move without an express command
and she knew it, but her skin crawled at the thought of its touch.
The crate itself was lighter than it looked, but heavier than she
had expected from Balthasar's attitude. She could barely raise it,
and settled for shoving it along the decking, tipping it over the
ridges into its proper place. Chase Mago did the same, and Silence
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muscles. Balthasar was stronger than he looked, but not as strong
as he pretended to be.

Chase Mago straightened. "I can handle it from here," he said. Hie
pulled a small, egg-shaped object from his pocket and tapped it
against his palm, then set it to his lips and sounded a single
note. Silence winced--even a pilot, not trained to listen for the
fractional variations in pitch that concerned an engineer, could
tell that the cargo was positioned out of tune. Chase Mago had a
long, niggling job ahead of him, shifting the crates by
millimeters until the ship was in tune again.

"I'll get the homunculi back to the agency," Balthasar said
quickly, and picked up the control disk, bringing the homunculi
back to life. They straightened to their walking stance and turned
slowly toward the hatch. Silence scrambled out of the way, then
turned to the engineer, trying to pretend unconcern.

"Do you need my help?"

"No." Chase Mago's attention was on the problem in front of him,
but he looked up long enough to smile at her. "Surely a pilot's
not interested in tuning?"

"Not quite," Silence said, and fled before he could accept her
offer.

Once in the commons, she drew herself another mug of coffee, less
because she wanted it than to give herself an excuse for sitting
at the table. God, she thought, I hate beginnings. And I'm not at
all sure I want to make a beginning here. A three-way marriage....
Three-way marriage was considered, at best, peculiar in the
Rusadir, even among the avowedly eccentric star-travellers. She
knew of only one such triple among the ships that travelled Black
Dolphin's roads, and the three--it had been two women, both of
whom took care of the passengers on the tiny mail liner, and a
man, the captain--had claimed that the arrangement existed only to
guarantee rights if one of them died. But there had been something
between them, something in the glances that passed between them,
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lot of gossip about them among the star-travellers, gossip and a
sly exchange of looks and words every time the triple came into a
bar. No, she had no desire to end up like that, the object of
snide remarks and speculative glances. Better to begin again on
Delos, no matter how hard that might be.

That decision made, she felt a little                                    less lost. Balthasar had
suggested a long flight to Delos; she                                    might as well begin plotting
that course. She stuffed her mug into                                    the cleaning slot and was
already at the door of her cabin when                                    Balthasar appeared on the
ladder.

"Silence?" he called. "You starting the course plot?"

"I was going to."

"How long do you think it will take?"

"I don't know," Silence answered. "Are you taking on more cargo?"

"No, this is it," Balthasar answered.

Silence waited for a further explanation, but the captain smiled
cheerfully at her and swung himself off the ladder. You could be a
very irritating man to work for, Silence thought. I know perfectly
well the only cargos as small as this one that pay expenses--never
mind making a profit--are the illegal ones. "I think," she said
carefully, "that if you want me to consider this scheme of yours
seriously, you owe me an explanation."

Chase Mago, stepping off the ladder behind Balthasar, gave a short
bark of laughter. "She's right, Denis, you owe her."

The captain made an odd gesture that was not quite a shrug. "All
right. The cargo isn't precisely illegal--I've got genuine papers
for it, it's going to its rightful owners, it isn't restricted--
but it is, well, sensitive. My employers pay very well to see that
it arrives on Delos within certain time limits, without anyone
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Balthasar was a master of the art of talking without giving
anything away, Silence thought sourly. He didn't say a thing I
couldn't have figured out on my own. "And who are these
employers?"

Chase Mago cut in irritably. "It's a laundering operation,
Silence. Loot fenced on Enkomi and Astapa buys iore on Ariassus
and spring spice from the Madakh. That buys gems on Tartessos, and
gems buy credit on Delos. And Delian credit buys anything,
anywhere. We're just the couriers on the last leg."

"And who pays you?" Silence asked, even though she suspected the
answer.

It was Balthasar who answered, with a grimace almost of pain.
"Wrath-of-God."

Silence shivered. Wrath-of-God was the greatest of the pirate
combines that had dominated the starways from the Millennial Wars
to the reformation of the Hegemony, and the only one to survive
the police raids that had earned the Hegemon Adeben II his title
of the Scourge. Wrath-of-God's power had been diminished since
those days, when its squadrons had raided even Asterion with
impunity, but its ships still roamed the Fringe, snapping up
unwary, or unlucky, freighters. Black Dolphin had sighted one,
once, or what they had thought was a Wrath-of-God ship: a sleek
longship, barely more than a collection of weapons-turrets
balanced on an outsized keel, travelling unmarked and with its
identity beacon silenced. Dolphin had turned and run, back toward
Tell Sukhas and its patrols, and when they had taken time to look,
the unknown ship had faded from their screens. Bodua Leigh had
refused to travel that route again, even after the Tell Sukhan
patrols had made a sweep and claimed to have destroyed the pirate.
Silence looked at Balthasar, at last able to identify the bleached
patch of skin on his right cheek. The senior captains who ruled
Wrath-of-God marked their men; that scar was the mark where their
tattoo of a fire-eyed skull had been hidden or removed.

Balthasar raised one hand to his cheek, rubbing two fingers over
the mark as though her stare had made it hurt again. "We're not


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pirates," he said. "A half-and-half isn't really good enough any
more, not to take the profitable cargos. Those travel in convoy
anyway. We just handle the business end."

"I see," Silence said. But I don't have to like it, she added to
herself. No wonder they didn't tell me who they worked for. They
knew I wouldn't even consider their scheme if I did. Well, they
were right. I'll get this ship to Delos, and then I'll leave it--
so long as Balthasar keeps his part of the bargain. She shivered
again at that thought.

Balthasar had taken her silence for assent. "Can you have the
course ready by tomorrow morning?"

"Yes."

"Good." Balthasar disappeared into the galley, returning a moment
later with a mug of coffee. "Then I'll try to arrange a morning
liftoff."

Silence swallowed her protest. She could work out a course in six
or seven hours, one that would bring the ship through in one
piece. And if it wasn't a particularly easy passage--that would be
one more reason for Balthasar to let her go once they reached
Delos. "I'll get right on it," she said meekly, and stepped into
her cabin.

Latching the door behind her, she crossed to her bunk and pulled
out the starbooks, then settled herself at the console, pulling
out the tiny writing board to give herself more space in which to
work. The Gilded Stairs had the best tables for this part of space
and she flipped to them only to stare in surprise at a set of
unfamiliar symbols. The treated paper felt odd beneath her
fingers, far older than any of her own books. . . . She paged back
quickly to the frontispiece, sought the date of imprint among the
tangle of decoration. It read 781 N.A. Prewar, she realized
wonderingly, touching the pages with more respect, but she could
not remember the formula for changing the old "New Age" dates to
the Standard Years of Rusadir and Hegemony. So how had a starbook
printed before the Millennial War gotten into Bodua Leigh's cabin?


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It was not as though he shared his nephew's interest in things
prewar that might lead to Earth. She turned back to the blank
pages at the very front, hoping to find a bill of sale or some
indication of ownership and found instead a small slip of paper,
closely covered with her grandfather's spidery writing.

"Silence," it began, "one of Otto's dealers came looking for him,
wanted to sell this for the usual exorbitant price. I'd have sent
him away, but for the initials in the beginning. Of course, he
claims this was Gregor Mosi's very starbook and, well, I can't
disprove it. In any case, I'd rather you had it than Otto. Happy
early (or late) name-day, with love from your grandfather." There
was no date.

Silence looked automatically for the initials, but her sight was
blurred by tears. She blinked them away, and found the tiny,
intertwined G and M that might stand for Gregor Mosi, legendary
pilot of the prewar era. Mosi had been her hero from the time she
had first decided to become a pilot; he had discovered a dozen new
worlds, made and lost a hundred fortunes--always in the most
romantic fashion possible--and had finally disappeared while
attempting to find an utterly alien planet, his ship presumably
torn apart by the bizarre tuning of his harmonium. She stroked the
pages reverently. This edition would no longer be of much use in
travelling from star to star, but she could think of no better
talisman for a pilot. Clearly, Bodua Leigh had thought so as well.

After a moment, she sniffed and wiped her eyes hard. It was a good
present, she told herself sternly, but of no practical use. You
have a job to do, pilot. Get on with it. For a moment, she wished
for her own up-to-date Gilded Stairs, but the Topoi's tables were
almost as good. She turned to them, jotting down the relevant
hieroglyphics and cross-referencing them. There was only one long
route from Secasia to Delos, though there was a cluster of linked
shorter routes that would have been her first choice under other
circumstances. But Bal-thasar wanted a long route, and a long
route he would get. She checked her notes again, and slid one hand
down the column listing duration until she reached the proper
time. Then she searched across the top of the table for the
hieroglyph indicating the physical route, Secasia to Delos, and


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found the point of intersection. The sign indicated the Way of the
Carts. The Topoi had better tables, but the Speculum Astronomi
used a better system for noting the voidmarks. She flipped through
the pages until she found the proper place, then propped her feet
on the edge of her bunk, scanning the half-page of cryptic text
and the accompanying symbols. But the picture, the dog-headed man
who capered awkwardly atop a wheel turned by a blindfolded woman,
the second woman who crouched in a corner shielding a fretted
lamp, remained obstinately only a drawing. Nothing came to her but
the sterile, common knowledge that was within the grasp of anyone
who had read a standard hieroglyphica. The Carter's Road, as the
Speculum named it, was a tricky route--that was the meaning of the
crouching woman--and shielding the lamp suggested that the pilot
should conserve strength and ship's power. The wheel stood for a
random vortex, a twisted knot in heaven, reflecting the presence
of some massive object existing on the material or submaterial
planes.

Silence sighed and closed the book, keeping a finger between the
pages to mark her place. She took a deep breath and tried to
relax, to reach the calm she needed if she was to read the
voidmarks accurately. She was looking for a gate that was not a
gate.... It was an old riddle, but it focused her mind admirably:
true understanding was the key to true perception, her first
teacher had said. The gates of which the pilots spoke were not
really gates in the sense of being fixed locations in space and
time. Rather, they were methods, ways of getting from one place to
another in a set amount of time. Some--like the Carter's Road--
needed certain physical features in the space through which they
passed, so that the ship could benefit from the ghostly,
nonmaterial reflections of those objects. Others required nothing
more than the pilot's understanding of the signs that marked them.
Meta-physicists said that any place, if such a word could be used,
in purgatory was exactly the same as all places, that all things
existed there and that star travel was as much a matter of laying
departure point and destination side by side as it was a matter of
following rules and voidmarks.

She opened the starbook again, and this time the meaning leaped
out of the picture at her. The Carter's Road was a random vortex,


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with a blind spin clockwise and a nasty twist to it at the end.
The way to get through it was to drive into the current, to ride
with it, nursing the ship along just as the woman nursed her lamp,
until the distorted reflection of a sun that was the center of the
vortex, the hub of the wheel, came clear. And then you dove
straight through. Silence blinked, and the vision faded slightly.
The passage through purgatory would, in itself, be fairly simple,
now that she had a coherent picture of the route.

There was a tentative knock at the door. Silence glanced up at the
chronometer as she reached for the button that would release the
latch, and was surprised to realize that four hours had passed.

The door slid open, and Chase Mago stood framed in the doorway, a
dinner tray weighting his hands.

"I thought you might be hungry by now," he said.

"Oh, thank you." Silence had been so caught up in her work that it
took a moment for the contents of the tray to register. Chase Mago
grinned as her expression reflected sudden hunger.

"Shall I set it on your desk?"

"Please." Silence swept aside the starbooks and a sheet of paper
covered with obscure symbols, and the engineer slid the tray onto
the smooth surface, lifting the cover with something of a
flourish.

"It's the last real food we'll have for a couple of days," he
said. "I didn't think you should miss out on it."

"Thank you," Silence said again. It was an unexpected courtesy, on
a new ship and from a couple of men who were little better than
pirates, and she asked impulsively, "Why do you work for Denis?"
Instantly, she wished she had said nothing. She had not meant to
ask, and she was not sure she wanted to hear the answer. But Chase
Mago only frowned momentarily.

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anger.

"I suppose--" She hesitated, then answered honestly, "Yes."

"Because they fight the Hegemony." Chase Mago was suddenly very
serious. "They raid Hegemonic ships, and that hurts the Hegemon in
a way the Rusadir could never manage. And, of course, Denis hates
the Hegemony, too." He hesitated in his turn, absurdly unable to
find a place for the tray cover. "I was supposed to tell you, we
lift just before dawn, 0430 our time."

Silence nodded, the moment in which she might have asked more
questions clearly past. "I'll set my alarm."

"Then I'll let you eat in peace...." The engineer's voice was lost
in the hiss of the closing door.

Silence stared after him. It made sense when she thought about it,
and fit in better with her first impressions of the big engineer.
Kesse had fallen, the Rusadir had lost, but the pirates still
raided, and Chase Mago could turn that into a continuation of his
own war. As long as the Hegemony suffered, he could accept the
cost to the innocent. In spite of herself, her longstanding fear
of politics, and her resolution to leave Sun-Treader as soon as
she could, she found herself sympathizing with him. She pushed the
thought away, and turned her attention to the dinner he had
brought. She would put in another hour or two studying the marks,
and then go to bed.

She woke a few minutes before the alarm sounded, roused by her own
internal time sense, and reached automatically to shut off the
mechanism. Already, she could hear the others moving around in the
common room--Chase Mago, probably, since the engineer had more to
do to prepare for lift-off than either captain or pilot. But if he
was up and about, it was more than time for her to go to work. She
threw back the light coverlet and headed for the shower. The
stinging water woke her fully, and she felt almost confident
enough, when she emerged from the cloud of spray, to skip the
ritual last minute review of the voidmarks. But not quite
confident enough: the Speculum lay open on the console where she


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had left it the night before, and she glanced quickly over text
and picture even as she wrestled herself into the clinging
shipsuit and fastened the multiple seals. There was really nothing
new to be learned, but the brief glance focused her mind, and put
her into the proper mood for her art.

The chronometer display read 0321. It was high time that she was
on her way. Hastily, she dropped the starbooks back into the
strongbox, then drew the security netting over the unmade bunk and
swept a few loose baubles into the nearest drawer. Then she caught
up the gloves and hood that matched her suit and stepped out into
the common room.

As she had expected, Balthasar was there, hunched over his mug of
coffee, but Chase Mago had already disappeared into the engine
room. The heavily baffled hatch was closed across the entrance,
but a faint something, not sound but more than mere vibration,
leaked out through it. Silence felt the familiar excitement rising
in her belly, but she fought it down, and drew herself coffee and
a bar of nutritional concentrate. Balthasar regarded her blearily,
dark circles prominent under his eyes.

"Did you have trouble getting clearance?" Silence asked.

"Not exactly. Just the usual red tape and nuisance." Balthasar
sighed, and seemed to see her for the first time. "You could have
real food if you wanted it. The tow doesn't come for half an
hour."

Silence shook her head. "I'd rather not. I don't like to eat first
thing in the morning."

Balthasar grunted and returned to the morose contemplation of his
coffee. Silence stared--she had not expected to find anything that
could subdue the captain, least of all something so trivial as
lack of sleep--then forced herself to pay attention to her own
meal. The Carter's Road was five full minutes long, real time,
which would translate to about five hours' subjective passage, and
even if Balthasar could spell her in the early stages, she would
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"Oh, captain?"

"Um?"

"Do you want to go over the route now, or later?"

Balthasar sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Now, I suppose. How are we
going?"

"By the Carter's Road," Silence answered.

Balthasar looked at her blankly.

"The Way of the Carts?" she added.

The captain nodded. "I know it. A wheel-road, right? Over and
around, then through and out?"

"That's right. I'd forgotten you were a pilot."

Balthasar grinned, looking more like himself. "Of sorts. I can
take some of the first leg, I think, once you've got us lined up."

"That's what I was thinking," Silence agreed.

"All right--" Balthasar's next words were cut off by a buzz from
the wall monitor. With a glance of apology, he reached across the
compartment for the response switch. "Sun-Treader."

"Captain Balthasar? This is Kardal, your tow boss."

"Yes. Are you ready to bring us out now?" Balthasar's irritated
glance at the chronometer made it clear that the tow had arrived
early. Silence hid her grin.

"We're ready. whenever you are," Kardal answered. Even through the
distorting speakers, his voice was appallingly cheerful.

Balthasar glared at the monitor. "I'll be in the control room in


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two minutes to unlock the cradle." He switched from the exterior
channel to the inside speaker without waiting for Kardal's answer,
but turned to Silence before calling the engine room.

"Would you mind making sure things are secured here?"

Silence sighed, even though she knew that this was always the
newcomer's job. "No."

"Thanks." Balthasar turned his attention back to the monitor.
"Julie?"

The acknowledgement was indistinct, distorted by the rising wail
of the harmonium.

"The tow's here--yes, already. I'll want systems power in three
minutes. Can you do it?"

Silence didn't wait for the engineer's answer, or for Balthasar's
grumbled acknowledgement. She collected the breakfast mugs and
shoved them into the cleaning chute--they would be safe there for
the flight--and then gave the common room a quick inspection,
making sure that all the furniture was fastened to the decking and
that the cabin doors were securely latched. Satisfied that nothing
was likely to come loose and start wandering--a pseudo-animation,
the result of the stimulation of the tiny amounts of spiritual
substance present in every ordinary material object as the ship
came closer to heaven, was one of the most disconcerting effects
of purgatory--she followed Balthasar to the lower bridge.

The captain was already strapped into his chair, his hands moving
quickly across his controls, instruments coming alive at his
touch. He nodded to Silence as she slipped into her place and
settled her headpiece, featherweight earphones and microphone, as
comfortably as possible. In the middle of the blinking confusion
of newly activated instruments, the triple viewscreen flashed to
life, two screens showing only the dull grey folds of the baffle
curtains. The third showed the tow, an ugly rounded thing
squatting on its treads in a narrow opening in the curtains. The
top hatch was open and a man in Port Authority badges--Kardal--sat


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on the edge, a massive control wand in one hand. At the bottom of
the screen, Silence could just see one of the homunculi that
responded to that wand. It was better articulated than the
carriers, thinner limbed and quicker moving, with outsized hands
for attaching the two hooks to the cradle.

"Is everything clear below, Julie?" Balthasar asked.

"Everything's fine," Chase Mago answered.

"Then I'm releasing the cradle lock," Balthasar said. He threw a
series of switches, leaving a trail of orange warning lights in
his wake, then touched a control stud. "Kardal?"

In the screen, the tow boss raised his free hand to his earphones.
"Here."

"I've released the lock," Balthasar said. "You can make the link."

"Right." Kardal answered and his image in the viewscreen gestured
sweepingly with the control rod. The ship shuddered faintly as a
homunculus jostled the cradle.

Silence leaned back in her couch, deliberately divorcing herself
from the liftoff preparations. None of this was her responsibility-
-her job only started when they reached the twelfth of heaven, and
crossed into purgatory. She watched idly as the link was made and
tested, then braced herself against the first jostling as the tow
got underway. The cradle was well stabilized, however, and the
motion quickly settled to a rhythmic swing.

The massive doors at the far end of the dock stood open to the
half light of the hour before dawn. Cradle and tow moved between
the last pair of tightly baffled freighters, and then the ship
lurched sharply as the cradle passed from the smooth floor of the
dock to the rougher pavement of the taxiway. The forward-focused
viewscreens showed the tow and the long wedge of runway picked out
by its lights. The third screen showed the port tower, black
against the greying sky, the lights of the tracking room giving it
a starlike crown. The stars themselves were hidden by a thin wash


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of cloud.

In the screens, the tow bounced once, and then the cradle jerked
again as it was dragged onto the launch table. Balthasar opened a
line to the tow toss, reeling off a string of coordinates given
him by the astrologers in the port tower. Kardal repeated them,
and began edging the cradle around, so that the ship's bow was
directed away from the sunrise, onto the most favorable line away
from the planet, the line freest of solar and planetary influence.
Balthasar watched his instruments intently. At last the ship was
positioned to his satisfaction; he signaled Kardal, and waited
with some impatience while one of the homunculi detached the tow
link. Then the tow moved away, the homunculi clinging to the
retracted link platform, and vanished into the bunker beside the
taxiway. The heavily baffled gate slid shut behind it.

"All set below, Julie?" Balthasar asked.

"Whenever you're ready," the engineer answered.

Balthasar reached across to the astrogation console set between
the two couches and fiddled with the controls. In the tiny
projection globe, a Ficinan model of Secasia's system sprang into
existence, the five planets and their sun positioned accurately in
relation to each other, the lines of harmony and dissonance, the
musica mundana, visible as a ghostly flush of color ringing each
of the worlds. Sun-Treader's course appeared as a vivid blue line,
following what Silence recognized as the path of least resistance.
She took a deep breath as Balthasar read off the last harmonium
setting, unable to control her small excited smile. Balthasar
grinned back at her as he activated the primary control board,
posing his left hand delicately above the keys, the same eagerness
in his eyes.

"Secasia Control, Sun-Treader is ready to lift."

The port tower answered promptly. "Acknowledged, Sun-Treader. You
may lift when ready."

"There must not be much traffic," Silence murmured.


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"Not this early," Balthasar agreed. His hand was trembling
slightly above the keys; he stilled it with an effort. "Julie,
give me the first sequence."

"Coming up." Chase Mago's voice was swallowed in the sudden surge
of music as he opened the stops of the harmonium. The ship
shuddered throughout its length and pulled free of the cradle.
There was a second of fierce pressure, a massive weight on chest
and stomach, and then Silence felt the familiar tingling deep in
her bones as the harmonium's influence brought the entire ship
into tune. In the screens, Secasia's surface fell away, the pull
of the planet's elemental core cheated by the protective sphere of
the music.

The viewscreens flickered briefly as Sun-Treader burst through the
veil of clouds, and Silence looked away, dizzied by the shifting
images. The astroga-tion console showed that Sun-Treader was
drifting slightly away from the planned course, attracted by some
affinity between the ship's tuning and the music of one of
Secasia's sister-worlds. She opened her mouth to point it out, but
Balthasar's hand was already moving on his keyboard. In the
chaotic music of the harmonium, a single note changed, and the
pinpoint that was the ship steadied to its course.

"Sun-Treader, this is Secasia Control. We confirm a successful
liftoff, and that you're running true to your projection. You
should be clear of planetary and solar influences in four hours.
Good voyage!"

Silence glanced at the captain, but his attention was still wholly
on his instruments. "This is Sun-Treader," she said, keying on her
own headset. "We copy your projection, and thanks for the good
wishes."

There was a faint burble of static, and then Secasia Control faded
with its planet. Balthasar seemed to relax a little, though he
still held his hands ready to correct the ship's flight.

"Almost," he whispered. "Almost--there."


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Silence felt it too, the sudden steadying as Sun-Treader reached
its true flight line, the point at which the celestial harmonies
were first discernible, not blocked by the noise of the planets.
The sound of the harmonium faded, the affinity between its sound
and the music of heaven easing the passage. At the same time, the
meaningless velocity reading winked out.

Balthasar sighed. "That does it. Now it's just a pleasure cruise
'til we get out of the system. Thanks for dealing with Secasia
Control, by the way."

"No problem," Silence said, and tilted her chair back to its
farthest position. The captain nodded approvingly.

"Good idea."

"Thanks," Silence said, and closed her eyes.

As always, she did not mean to sleep, but the distant sound of the
harmonium half hypnotized her, seeming perpetually on the verge of
forming itself into a recognizable tune. Neither listening nor
ignoring it would exorcise it; she lay back in the couch and let
the music sweep through her. In no time at all, there was a hand
on her shoulder.

"Silence."

She sat up,           rubbing her eyes. The viewscreens showed the black of
deep space,           Secasia's sun a reddish pinpoint in one, the other
stars faded           and remote. They did not yet show the garish corona
that marked           the twelfth of heaven, but it was very close. "Time?"

"Twenty minutes," Balthasar answered. "We'll be switching over to
the upper register in ten."

"Right." Silence unclasped her harness, stretching. "I'll go up
now."

For some reason, sleeping shipboard was twice as restful as any


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other steep, and drowsiness never seemed to linger afterward. She
stretched again, and was fully awake, ready to face the passage
through purgatory. Underfoot, the decking and then the rungs of
the ladder felt faintly sticky, as though she had stepped in glue.
It was another effect of the harmonium, and she noticed it only as
one more indication that everything was working properly. In the
upper control room, she settled her feet in the recesses before
the wheel and methodically set about activating all the control
systems, first locking the yoke so that it could not move. Then
she opened her intercom link and announced, "I'm ready to take the
con."

"All right," Balthasar said. "Julie, we're ready to go to the
upper register."

"Switching over," Chase Mago answered.

All around them, the keelsong changed. It deepened, and at the
same time gained a whole new range of sound, floating above the
first notes. The dome of the hull quivered, a trembling beginning
at the base, then running up the walls to meet above Silence's
head, and then quietly fading to translucence. The stars shone
through, ringed by unmoving halos of fire. She took a deep breath,
setting her hands on the yoke in front of her, and saw without
surprise the bones gleaming beneath her skin, webbed by a ruby
lace of veins and arteries. They had entered purgatory.

"You have control, Silence." Balthasar's voice sounded in her
ears, and her hand had already reached for the lock, snapping it
aside, before she answered properly.

The yoke moved smoothly under her hand, as smoothly as she had
expected, with the hint of resistance that meant all the controls
were working properly. She smiled, allowing herself a brief moment
to savor the experience of flying a new ship, then turned her
attention to her course. The stars were fading as their coronae
brightened: they had passed the first twelfth long ago. She took a
deep breath and sought her voidmarks.

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her, first the curve of the great wheel's rim, the fire-edged
ghost of the spoke, then the entire shape of the cart wheel,
turning lazily against a purple starfield splotched with the gaudy
coronae of uncountable suns. Silence marked her course with a
practiced eye: over the top, onto the rim and then down it, moving
with its spin, then down the center of a lower spoke and out
through the white-hot hub. The wheel grew larger and larger as the
ship approached, and Silence adjusted her course to bring the ship
in over the top of the monstrous image. She brought Sun-Treader
down slowly, turning it to lay the keel against the apparently
molten surface of the rim. The ship sank into it, shuddering.
Silence clung to her bucking controls, blinking and unable to
spare a hand to shield her eyes from the fierce glare that
enveloped her. Then the ship struck the stability she had known
would be there, and the light faded to a bearable glow.
Cautiously, she lifted one hand from the control yoke and, when
the shuddering did not begin again, rubbed at her watering eyes.

This was the easy part of the passage, now that the ship was
positioned properly. Sun-Treader could be relied upon to stay on
this course without much attention from her, until the time came
to turn into the spoke--in fact, if she never touched the yoke,
Sun-Treader would simply circle the cart wheel until the elemental
water that powered the harmonium was utterly exhausted. She
relaxed, her hands loose on the controls, and watched the shifting
lights around her. Sun-Treader seemed to float on a river of fire,
beneath a sky of fiery cloud. All around her, the hull had faded
to nothing, except underfoot, where the specially compounded metal
resisted the translucence of purgatory. The cloth of her shipsuit
contained traces of the same compound, spun fine by witchwomen on
Castax and Akra-Leuke, decently veiling bone and blood and organs.

After a time she could not define, there was a hand on her
shoulder. She turned, and met Balthasar's eyes, twin points of
green light glowing in a face that was as much skull and brain as
flesh. Wrath-of-God's skull tattoo was sketched ghostly on his
cheek.

"The clock's ticked once, so I figure we're about halfway," he
said. "I'll spell you, if you like."


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"Thanks," Silence said. She leaned away from the controls,
allowing Balthasar to slip in front of her, then relinquished her
grip on the yoke. Around her, the voidmarks faded, becoming
insubstantial shadows of what they had been. She reached for the
ladder, a transparent shimmering in the air, and carefully felt
her way to the lower control room. The fittings there were made of
the resistant metal; the consoles appeared perfectly solid, though
the screens and readouts were dark, the chronometer frozen at the
instant in which they had entered purgatory. Or not quite at that:
Balthasar had said it had clicked once since then.

She dropped down the second ladder to the oddly quiet common room,
her feet clinging to the soft tiles of the deck. There was fruit
juice in the galley's ready box, and she drove a straw into the
soft pack, but set it aside after the first sip. She would not
need the distraction of a full bladder when it came time to make
the turn from the rim to the spoke. Spurred by that thought, she
went into her own cabin to relieve herself, then stretched slowly
to work out the stiffness of the first half of the trip. Then she
returned to the lower control room.

The chronometer had changed again--she had not been in the commons
for very long, she thought, but then real time passed irregularly
in purgatory. She climbed to the next level and stood frowning for
a moment, willing the voidmarks into existence again. They
resisted at first, obstinately refusing to come clear, but then
the pattern formed. The spoke loomed overhead--Balthasar had
turned the ship onto its back, sparing her the chore and making
the course change that much easier.

"Thanks," she said again. "I can take it now."'

"You timed it perfectly," Balthasar answered, and slid out of her
way gracefully.

She nodded, and instantly forgot him as she began to line up the
ship for the turn down the spoke. Amid the tongues of fire, she
could see the line of least resistance, marked by the eddies that
curled to either side. She eased the ship toward it, nudging the


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control yoke. The ship bucked, protesting. At last she had Sun-
Treader aligned with the current she wanted, and she leaned hard
into the wheel, forcing the ship into the turn. It came around
sluggishly at first, and then the current caught it, sweeping it
forward down the spoke toward the glowing line that marked the
hub. The controls leaped in her hands, struggling to get free, as
the ship's apparent speed increased, so that Sun-Treader seemed to
be pulled toward certain annihilation at the center of the wheel.
The hub changed shape, too, as they approached, going from a line
to a disk, the celestial reflection of a star. In spite of long
experience, Silence tensed, bracing herself for the collision-and
then the ship burst through, like a Gresham's tiger through a
flaming hoop. She was suddenly aware of a change of pitch, and the
quick conversation in her earphones as the ship went from
purgatory to the mundane universe. The ship had been falling out
of purgatory even as she flew down the spoke, she realized, the
approach to the material somehow translating to an apparent
increase in speed. Automatically, she reached to secure the yoke,
turning control back to Balthasar.

"--respond, please. Delos Approach One, this is DRV Sun-Treader,
respond, please."

That was Balthasar's voice in her ears, quick and mechanical as he
concentrated on the dozens of readouts suddenly alive on the
boards below. The deck shuddered delicately underfoot as Sun-
Treader passed the invisible border of the Delian system, and that
faint motion released Silence from her near-trance. She would be
needed below, if only to handle the initial conversations with
Delos Approach, and Customs, and whoever else might be interested
in their arrival. She stepped onto the ladder, then kicked free
and slid the rest of the way to the control room deck. Strapping
herself into her couch with one hand, she reached for the
communications switches with the other.

"I can take that now," she said.

Balthasar nodded, his eyes fixed on the projections in the screens
before him. One was a two-dimensional copy of the Ficinan model in
the projection globe, the others were representations of Delos


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itself, each webbed with the lines representing the standard
approach roads. "See if you can get through," he said, without
taking his attention from the readouts. Around them, the ship
shuddered and leaped, the harmonium quavering as he fought toward
a harmonious bearing. "I need to know which Roads they want us to
come in by."

Silence adjusted the frequency knobs. "Delos Approach One, this is
DRV Sun-Treader, respond, please."

"Sun-Treader, this is Delos Primary Approach." The voice in her
earphones was a woman's, cheerful beneath the competence. "We have
you on our scopes, and we suggest you funnel into the Saefrin
Roads, with descent to St. Harbin's field controlled by their
speaker."

Silence reached for the navigation plot, keyed in the information
she had been given. Balthasar's nod was a mere formality. "Agreed,
Primary Approach. The Saefrin Roads, and then a landing on St.
Harbin's field. Would you bespeak a berth there for us?" She
glanced at Balthasar before adding, "Class four."

"Done, Sun-Treader," Approach answered promptly.

"In the Roads," Balthasar said quietly. The vibration slackened
perceptibly.

"We are in the Roads, Approach One," Silence said.

"Confirmed by our musonar," Approach answered. "You will switch to
St. Harbin's beam at the planetary perimeter."

Silence glanced at the navigation projection and found the pale
halo of blue surrounding the pinpoint world, marking the edge of
planetary influence. Balthasar had already set up a course, a
simple curve skirting the influence of Delos's single sister-
world.

"ETA to transfer is five hours, twenty-three minutes," Approach
went on. Remain in the Roads, and you'll have no trouble with


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local traffic. Delos Primary Approach out."

"Thank you, Primary Approach," Silence said, but there was no
answer.

Balthasar nodded to her. "I can handle it from here, if you want
to rest. That was a long flight."

Silence's answer was choked by a yawn that caught her unaware. "It
was that."

"Take a rest," Balthasar urged. "I'll wake you well before the
final approach."

"All right, thanks." She had tilted the couch to its most
comfortable position before she realized that he had read her real
hesitation about sleeping now: she did not want to miss her first
landing on Delos. He had been good about other things, too, she
thought, her mind dulled by the subjective hours at the wheel.
He's different in space. He had showed up when she needed him to
take over, let her handle the secondary control room jobs--no, he
had simply assumed that she would do them, as any pilot would,
then done his own part without fuss or bother. It could be good to
work for a man like that, no matter who paid for his cargos....
Hold on, now, she told herself sharply. This is no time to make
your decision. Wait til we land, til you've had a good night's
sleep, and then you can decide.

Chapter 3

"Silence."

There was a hand on her shoulder, too. She gasped and tried to sit
up, but the protective webbing held her back.

"Sorry," Balthasar said, "but I didn't think you'd want to miss
this."

"No," Silence said slowly, and pulled her couch upright. All three
screens were filled with the disk of Delos, a perfect grey-black


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circle defined by the diamond-ring effect of Delos's sun, thrown
into artificial eclipse by their angle of approach. The planet
itself was not entirely dark, however. The surface was webbed with
light, the pattern broken by banks of cloud that could not
completely hide the reflection of the cities' lights. No, not
cities, Silence thought. All of Delos was a city, or so the books
and films said, a single vast urban area that filled every
available meter of solid land and spilled out into the ocean which
they farmed so assiduously.

That single city made it beautiful, too, glittering and spangled
like one of the festival balls that dove and swooped above the
midsummer crowds on Cap Bel.

The voice of the planetary approach controller sounded in her
ears, making her jump again. "Sun-Treader, this is Saefrin Local.
Everything looks good from here. You'll enter atmosphere in twenty-
eight minutes; switch over to St. Harbin's Field Control now."

"Thanks, Saefrin," Balthasar answered, before Silence could
recover enough to respond. "We'll take it from here."

A new voice cut in immediately, young and brisk and male. "'Sun-
Treader, this is St. Harbin's Field Control. We'll transmit a
tuning beam whenever you're ready."

Balthasar flipped an intercom switch. "Julie?"

"I'm ready to record," Chase Mago answered promptly.

Silence glanced at the captain, who nodded. "Field Control, this
is Sun-Treader," she said. "We're ready for the tuning beam."

"Transmitting," Field Control answered, and a moment later Chase
Mago announced, "Transmission received and recorded."

Silence passed that on to Field Control, received his updated
estimate of the time to atmosphere, then relaxed against her
cushions to watch Balthasar work. Liftoff and landing were
properly the captain's responsibilities, but on Black Dolphin, as


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her grandfather aged and his touch on the controls became less
sure, she had taken over more and more of his technical duties. It
felt very good, not to have to feel out the approach line on a
world as crowded as Delos.... As though to emphasize her relief, a
tiny speck of light, the bronze reflection from some in-systems
ship's keel, drifted across the central screen, well down and
ahead of their flight path. The musonar screen showed even more
ships around them, the specks of light swarming like a cloud of
gnats.

Balthasar was obviously used to the difficulties of the descent.
His eyes flickering from musonar to the course plot, now replacing
the picture of Delos in the left-hand screen, he brought the ship
into line, then, as the St. Harbin's beam came on, brought her
down into the atmosphere, laying the keel against the beam, using
it to cheat the shattering dissonance of Delos's core. Sun-Treader
shivered, passing through the layers of air, but the trembling
never threatened his easy control. They sank rapidly toward St.
Harbin's field, flashing through the cloud layer, and Balthasar's
hands tensed over his keys. The course plot showed a plan of the
field, their cradle drawn in flashing red.

"Stand by for breaking harmony, Julie," he murmured.

"Ready," Chase Mago answered.

Balthasar did not answer. He watched the screen intently, and
Silence found herself tensing. This was the trickiest part of
landing, when the ship was riding the field beam down toward its
cradle. That beam had to be interrupted, its hold on the ship
broken, before the ship smashed full speed into the field
harmonium. Judging the right moment to switch the ship's harmonium
to a dissonant chord was a knack she had never had; her landings
tended to be rough, cutting the beam too soon. But Balthasar was
waiting too long; the field buildings were distinct in the screen.
She thought she could see a laggard vehicle disappearing into a
bunker.... Her. hands closed on the couch arms, and she bit her
tongue to keep from shouting to Chase Mago.

"Now, Julie!" Balthasar cried.


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The pitch of the harmonium split painfully, reforming with a
grating shriek that set Silence's teeth on edge. The sudden change
racked her guts, but the ship slowed perceptibly. Inertia carried
it down further, slowing all the way, until it settled easily into
the cradle. Instantly, padded clamps reached for the hull, and a
new bank of lights sparked green along the top of the captain's
board.

"Cut power," Balthasar ordered. He wore a small, satisfied smile.

"Power's off," Chase Mago answered. The song of the harmonium
faded, leaving a quiet that was almost tangible.

A new voice spoke into the stillness. "Sun-Treader, we're ready to
bring you in. There's another ship on your tail, so we need to get
moving."

Balthasar stopped trying to loosen his webbing and looked up at
the face reflected in the screen above him. The lights from the
main tower made the field as bright as day. "Tage Rolin, isn't
it?"

"Yes, Captain Balthasar. I hope your trip was fortunate?"

"Decent," Balthasar answered. "All my locks show green. Go ahead
and hook us up." He waited until the harshly lit image in the
screen had given orders to the team of homunculi before he asked,
"Is all well with you?"

"Tolerable, captain, tolerable," Rolin answered. His voice became
suddenly formal. "Hookup is complete."

"I show that green," Balthasar answered.

"Stand by for the tow," Rolin said.

"Ready when you are," Balthasar answered, and a moment later the
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There were more docks on this field than on the Rusadir worlds
where Black Dolphin had traded, a triple rank to either side of
the main control complex, and Silence could not begin to count the
tuner's sheds and other supporting buildings. Like any newcomer,
she switched from camera to camera, staring eagerly at each new
perspective.

The cradle turned a corner then, off the taxiway to the broad road
that ran along the perimeter of the field, then turned again to
pass between the dock buildings. The door of one, almost in the
center of the row, was open, and in spite of herself, Silence
breathed a sigh of relief. She had not thought to confirm that
Primary Approach had found a dock space for them; on some worlds,
that failure would guarantee delays, bad docking, and inflated
prices. But then, Delos lived on the starships. It would not pay
to cheat them.

The tow nudged ship and cradle into the empty berth between two
tightly baffled superfreighters, carefully avoiding the customs
team that was already waiting beside the smaller, pedestrians'
entrance, their sensor pack resting on the back of a patient
homunculus. As soon as the cradle was in place, Balthasar bolted
from his couch to secure the curtains, leaving Silence to make her
way more slowly down the ladder to the common room. Chase Mago,
emerging from the engine room, had the desperately alert
expression of a man trying to keep from falling asleep on his
feet. Silence drew him a cup of coffee, then, at his despairing
grimace, found the bottle of wake-up pills behind the spice
dispenser. The engineer swallowed them dry, then reached for the
coffee with a little more spirit.

Balthasar returned with the customs team then, calling from the
bottom of the ladder for the ship's papers. Chase Mago set his
coffee aside and went to fetch them from Balthasar's cabin, along
with the two sets of identification papers. Silence collected her
own documents from the strongbox and followed Chase Mago to the
cargo deck.

The customs team had split up, one man probing the forward cargo
compartment with a bell-mouthed sensor, a second directing a


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slender wand at the bulkheads around him, the third conferring
with Balthasar over the bills of lading. The captain accepted the
ship's registry documents with a quick nod of thanks, then turned
back to the customs man's questions. The second officer finished
his examination of the lower level and vanished up the ladder to
the crew deck. Silence leaned against the bulkhead, out of the way
of the man with the bell-mouthed machine. She would be the last,
as the least senior, to have her papers checked. The customs man
got around to her at last, asking the routine questions--name,
birthplace, planet of origin, citizenship--in a voice that was
neither bored nor particularly interested. Silence answered,
handed over her papers, and waited while they were photoflashed
and the important information circled on the copies.

"Good enough," the customs man said. He flipped through the sheets
of photoflash paper. "Denis Balthasar, captain; Julian Chase Mago,
engineer; Silence Leigh, pilot. That's your full crew?"

Balthasar nodded.

"Permanent, or will anyone be leaving here?" the customs man went
on.

"Julie and I are permanent," Balthasar answered, and glanced at
Silence.

"I'll be staying on, too," Silence answered, then looked quickly
at Balthasar. "If you're willing."

"It was your choice," Balthasar murmured. "Sieur Anane, I believe
I'm required to file intent papers if I plan to marry an off-
worlder. Can that be done through you, or do I have to visit the
licensing bureau?"

Anane gave the pilot a sidelong glance, and Silence felt herself
blushing fiercely. No, I'm not like that, I'm only marrying him
for convenience's sake, she wanted to say, but it was too late
now. The customs man was droning on about the various legal
requirements, forms to be filed and medical scans to be completed,
and Balthasar was nodding attentively at every pause. Oh, why did


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I ever say I was permanent crew? she wailed silently. I could've
found other work here, found another ship--one that doesn't fly
for Wrath-of-God. But it would have been another beginning, she
reminded herself, and these two are good to work with, a smooth,
quick-working crew. I work well with them, and they haven't
hassled me at all. And besides, she added firmly, it's too late to
back out now.

"--and for Sieur Chase Mago," Balthasar finished, and Silence
brought herself back to reality with a start.

The customs man, filling out registration forms, looked from pilot
to engineer with a startled, disapproving expression on his face.
"A triple?"

"Good God above," Silence began, and Balthasar gestured for her to
be quiet.

"That's right," he said, with perfect equanimity.

Anane had the grace to blush. "I beg your pardon, sieura, sieurs."
He finished stamping the three forms, using the homunculus's
casing as a writing board, then passed them back to Balthasar.
"Captain, since you're a citizen, I don't need to remind you of
local regulations. Information on trading combines, markets,
currency exchange, and so on is available in the Port Authority
library for a nominal fee. The librarians there can give you a
more exhaustive catalog if you're interested." The customs man who
had been investigating the crew deck slithered down the ladder
again, giving Anane the slightest of nods as he did so. Anane
nodded back. "Well, captain, it seems everything's in order.

You're free to do as you please. I hope your stay is pleasant."

"I'm sure it will be," Balthasar answered, and the customs team
disappeared out the hatch. He looked at Silence then, obviously
somewhat at a loss for words. "Well--"

"Thank you, Silence," Chase Mago interrupted. The stimulant was
working; he looked almost awake now. "I am glad you decided to


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stay."

"Yes, thank you," Balthasar added gratefully. "How are you
feeling, Julie? Awake enough for a ride into the city center?"

"Yes, I suppose," Chase Mago answered. "Why?"

"It'll take a while for the papers to be processed," Balthasar
answered. "I figured we'd be here at least two weeks, so why stay
shipboard? I got us a suite at the Parsley Vine."

The name meant nothing to Silence, but Chase Mago raised an
eyebrow. "Let's hope the factor has more work, then."

"He will," Balthasar said. "You're sure you feel up to going in
now?"

"Oh, yes. But I've got packing to do, if we're staying." Frowning
vaguely, Chase Mago hauled himself back up the ladder to his own
cabin.

"Two weeks, you said?" Silence asked.

"About that." Balthasar shrugged. "The factor tends to take his
own time finding us work, and I thought you might like to see a
little of Delos."

"Thanks." Silence stumbled a little over the word, surprised by
the sudden, casual kindness. "Then I guess I've got some packing
to do, too."

There was not that much she needed to take with her. The starbooks
would have to come, of course--she could not risk losing them--and
her good clothes, but that would hardly fill a carryall. Shoes,
toilet kit, jewelry box.... From what she had read of Delos, she
would look drab indeed compared to the flamboyant star-travellers,
merchant captains and adventurers all, who populated this world.
She hesitated a moment, then switched on the section of her
monitor that was tied in to the standard local-conditions channel.
The narrow screen flashed white, then settled down again. Silence


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contemplated the list of options--transit schedules, library
codes, a list of advertising tapes coded by service.... Among the
last was a list of major banking houses and commercial
institutions with offices on Delos, and she wondered briefly if
Denis's factor, Wrath-of-God's business representative on this
planet, would be listed among them.

There was no time for that sort of speculation, she told herself
sternly, and pressed the keys that called up the local weather
forecast. The screen filled momentarily with stars, then the stars
moved off the screen and words crowded on after them.

"Current conditions, St. Harbin's Field and St. Harbin's mainurb.
Time, 0449 hours of twenty-five. Temperature, twelve point four
degrees centigrade. Precipitation, none; humidity, low.
Probability of precipitation negligible. Two-day prediction--"

Chill then, and dry, Silence thought, turning away from the
screen. The next days' weather didn't matter to her, nor did the
local season: she was bringing all of her shore clothes with her
anyway. She fumbled momentarily in her carryall, then brought out
a rich blue tunic and the tights that matched it. She unsealed the
shipsuit, fighting the clinging material down over her hips, then
pulled on the tights and the loose tunic, adjusting the waist tabs
without a glance at the reflective panel on the back of the cabin
door. The sleeves were very full, and the tight cuffs turned them
into more than adequate pockets. She slipped her passport folder
into the left sleeve, along with a thin book of universal cash
slips and the card with her starbank access code, then zipped
closed the cuff. Then she fitted the clear plastic shields over
her feet, wriggling her toes to make sure that the treated
substances would cling securely to each other. She glanced quickly
at her reflection: she was very pale, but the pallor was in
striking contrast to her black hair and the rich blue of her
clothes. In any case, there was no time to spare for makeup. She
tossed the shipsuit hastily into a drawer, caught up the carryall,
and hurried from the cabin.

The other two were waiting by the main hatch, each with a carryall
slung across his shoulder. Silence was glad to see that they had


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changed clothes, too, and for a wonder, neither remarked on her
tardiness. Chase Mago wore the plain trousers and high-collared
shirt common in the Rusadir; the colors were dull, but the fabric
was expensive and the three buttons that closed the collar and the
off-center opening of the shirt were carved from glowing, semi-
precious stones. As she had half expected, Balthasar was more
elaborately dressed, in a loose, wide-sleeved coat that hung open
over a full shirt and tight trousers, but it was a style that gave
no clue to his origins. He turned to meet her, and the coat swung
open further, revealing the low-slung belt that carried his
heylin.

"Do you think we'll need that?" she asked.

Balthasar frowned momentarily, then touched the gun butt gently.
"This? I doubt it. But it's better to be prepared." He swung the
coat closed again, the heavily brocaded facings holding it shut,
concealing the weapon. "The Watchers will register it, of course,
but they won't report it unless I have to use it, in which case
I'm sure I'll want their intervention. Are you ready?"

Watchers? Silence thought, but nodded anyway. "Whenever."

They caught the tubetrain from the St. Harbin's Field station to
the mainurb, carefully avoiding the lower levels where the cross-
continental trains came and went. There were a surprising number
of people in the car, but except for that, Silence could see no
difference between Delos and half a hundred other worlds. They
left the train at Anagra Market, Balthasar leading them through
the crowd with practiced ease, and rose the long stairwalk to the
surface. There was light above them, Silence realized abruptly, a
strong orange light that mimicked sunlight. Or perhaps it was
sunlight, though she could think of no sun that would produce such
odd, harsh colors. And then the stairs rose above the surface, and
she stumbled forward, staring, onto the hard-glazed tiles of the
market plaza.

There was no night on Delos. The sky overhead was black and shiny
as enamel, but stars and even moons were drowned by the thousands
of lights that played on the streets of the mainurb. Twin ranks of


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trees flanked the plaza, and each tree was filled with lights,
each twig seeming to sprout a bulb of fire. The reason for the
glaring brilliance was instantly obvious. The market was alive
with merchants even at this hour, from mere peddlers who sold
their gaudy wares from trays in the middle of the pedestrian
walkways to vendors with carts to the brightly lit storefronts
that surrounded the plaza. Hundreds--thousands--of potential
buyers made their way past the carts and squatting peddlers. Some--
usually young men and women in the too-smart clothes that marked
clerks from Athos Maria to Tartessos--rushed past without looking
at the goods spread out before them. More paused to look or to buy
or to exchange banter with one or another of the sellers. Silence
shook her head, almost overcome by a feeling like vertigo. It was
night, there should be quiet--

Balthasar caught her arm, pulling her out of the way of a hurrying
knot of men in factory-hands' coveralls. "You can shop tomorrow
afternoon," he said. "But for now, I think we'd better be getting
to the Vine."

"Of course," Silence answered automatically, glad he hadn't
guessed the real reason for her hesitation. "It'll be good to get
in."

Their path to the Parsley Vine--Silence was still not sure if it
was a hotel or a transients' apartment house, or indeed, why
Balthasar had not found them rooms in the Pale--took them along
the edge of the market, in the broad walk between the shopfronts
and the first rank of carts. At the end of the plaza, Balthasar
darted to his left, onto a broad street less crowded but as
brightly lit as the plaza. The sudden change of course took even
Chase Mago by surprise. Trying to follow, Silence was first
separated from the engineer, then pushed by the crowd toward the
massive statue that stood squarely in the center of the
intersection of street and plaza. Trying to avoid a collision, she
slipped and nearly fell. Glancing down, she saw she had stepped
onto a ring of bright red tile that surrounded the statue's
pedestal. There was a grating sound above her, and she looked up
to find the statue staring down at her, its deep-carved eyes
suddenly alive and glowing. Frightened, she stepped back quickly,


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off the tiles. Instantly the eyes closed, and the massive, leonine
head swiveled stiffly back to its original position.

"Silence!" Balthasar waved to her from the side of the avenue and,
shaken, she worked her way through the crowd to join him.

"What is that thing?"

"A Watcher," Balthasar answered, a note of pride in his voice.
"There's one at most of the important intersections. They're
controlled by a magus, who sees through their eyes, hears through
their ears. Usually he just moves from one to another at random,
but if you step over the ring it alerts him, and he checks on the
particular Watcher that called."

"I see." Silence glanced back over her shoulder. The statue once
again crouched unmoving on its base, empty eyes half-lidded. It
was just another application of the principles that created
homunculi, she told herself--but she disliked the homunculi as
well. It was one thing to deal with the ordinary low magi, who
helped tuners, handled communications, and generally worked with
star-travellers and mechanics to make life easier. It was another-
thing to deal with the high magi, who manipulated not only matter
but the sub- and super-material planes as well, or with their
creations. She shivered and turned away, following Balthasar up
the long street.

The Parsley Vine was not what she had expected at all, neither a
hotel nor an apartment complex, but closer to the travellers' inns
usually found only in the Pale. It was a tall building, the base
taking up almost the entire block, the upper stories set back, so
that the building resembled a stair-stepped glass pyramid topped
by a glass obelisk. The obelisk was darkened except for a ring of
warning lights, and she craned her head to see better. Balthasar
nudged her and pointed saying, "Greenhouse."

Silence nodded, and followed him through the thick archway of the
main doors. While Balthasar paused at the concierge's desk, Chase
Mago handed is carryall to a youth in sober building livery.
Silence stared at the lobby, entranced. There were shops and a


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cafe against the walls, and the open atrium was dominated by a
broad pool, where water rippled down the channeled sides of a
central pyramid. In opposite corners, stairwalks coiled together
like snail shells, or the double helix so important to the
ancients. Fountain and stairwalks alike were mechanical; when they
reached their suite, one wall of the main room was filled with
monitor screens and controls for the room's various elaborate
systems. No other planet Silence had visited had been so lavish in
the use of mechanical devices--most worlds were forced to restrict
them to protect the magi and their Art from the mechanical
interference that could disrupt even the best-shielded harmonics.
But then, Delos was crowded enough to need these systems, and,
more importantly, it was not a great center for the Art. Merchants
could live with minor interference as the magi could not.

There was no time to consider the subject further. Chase Mago had
already claimed the first bedroom, dropping the painted curtain
behind him without a word spoken. Balthasar shrugged, and pointed
to the ladder set against one wall.

"There're two more bedrooms up there. Take your pick."

"Aren't you coming up?" Silence asked, and immediately regretted
it.

Balthasar smiled. "I'm flattered. But I've got some calls to make--
let the factor know I'm here, and where here is, for a start." He
dropped his bag in one corner and pulled a chair up to the
communications board.

Silence shrugged to herself and, slinging her bag more securely
across her shoulders, climbed to the loft. There was little more
there than the two bedrooms, each containing a bed and a storage
chest that would double as a chair. The entire suite was much
smaller than it looked at first glance, she realized suddenly--
another triumph of mechanical design. Above her, the glass wall of
the building slanted up and back, the sky growing grey behind it.
She frowned. In a few hours, the sun would be up, and the thin
painted-paper curtain would be no protection from the glaring
light.... As if he had read her mind, Balthasar leaned out of his


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chair, stretching to reach the window controls. The glass darkened
abruptly, cutting off all sight of the outside world. Silence
sighed and went on into the bedroom, dropping the curtain behind
her.

The first week on Delos passed in a whirl. The unending activity
of the Delians--nearly all the businesses operated on a twenty-
five hour schedule to accommodate the star-travellers--unnerved
Silence at first, and she was disoriented by Balthasar's
determination to keep to ship-time, so that their day was
planetary night. At Chase Mago's insistence, however, the captain
shifted their sleep-wake cycle until it coincided with planetary
night and day, and Silence found herself more at ease among the
hurrying crowds. But the starless, moonless sky still bothered
her, and after dark she would not look up, demanding that the
windows be blanked as soon as night fell. As her sense of time
steadied, she began to find the patterns amid the confusion,
learning to find her way through the maze of streets and markets
that surrounded the Parsley Vine. With Balthasar and Chase Mago,
she filled out an endless number of applications and depositions
for the marriage, and each flimsy sheet and scrawled set of
signatures made it a little easier to contemplate. The more papers
she signed, the harder it would be to back out. As it became more
difficult to stop the process, she thought less about it,
accepting the marriage as merely the price of having work and a
good crew to work with. Her doubts surfaced only in her dreams
and, with a pilot's stubborn discipline, she contrived to forget
those nightmares in the daylight.

Mornings were usually spent in one or another of the offices that
dominated the mainurb's center, filling out forms. In the
afternoons, Chase Mago disappeared to the Field, where he
apparently closeted himself with the magi who were specialists in
shipbuilding and tuning, officially pricing repairs and overhaul,
but actually catching up on the gossip of his art. Balthasar slept
or left message after message for his factor, who obstinately
refused to answer. It seemed that this was not unheard of, as the
captain did not seem particularly concerned, and Silence did not
pry. There were other offers of work as well, and Balthasar
provisionally accepted two, but primarily he waited.


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Silence, not needed by either man, made the expected visit to the
Charthouse, hoping to catch up on the pilots' gossip. But though
the workers at the Charthouse grudgingly agreed to update her
Starbooks--as they were required to do for any licensed pilot--she
was still a stranger, and no citizen. The traditional channels of
rumor remained obstinately closed to her.

Rather than admit she was at loose ends, Silence played tourist,
visiting the nearby pre-War sites, and generally exploring St.
Harbin's mainurb. Most of the pre-War sites were fortresses, of
the kind she had seen a dozen times on as many other worlds.
However, the center of the mainurb boasted an installation she had
never seen before: a pre-War data center, one of the last to be
built before the magi forced the closing of all such institutions.
She paid her two-pounds admission fee and stepped into the gloom
of the central lobby feeling her skin tingle from the shield that
kept the residue of mechanical energies from affecting the
buildings that surrounded it. Like any tourist, she gaped at the
retrieval terminals, row upon row of cubicles, each with its tiny
screen-and-keyboard, and a slot in the wall where, according to
the bored guide, information was copied instantly for each user.
The upper floors were filled with similar cubicles. Some were
elaborately appointed, designed for scholars, but most were
simple, accessible to anyone. On the lowest floor, she peered
through thick glass at the dead heart of the installation, the
massive computers that had stored the information. Seeing them,
Silence could not repress a shiver of amazement. No one built
machines that large any more. Most worlds, in fact, restricted
size by law; but even where there were no regulations, practical
considerations--and the influence of the magi--kept them small.
And computers were among the worst of all mechanical creations.
Their peculiar function--a parody of human thought--produced a
parody of the powers controlled by the magi, a sort of anti-
thought that completely disrupted any work of the Art brought into
contact with it. They were still necessary for certain kinds of
work, but inconvenient; none was larger than the small machines
that handled the port's information service.

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disturbing of all. A single reader was still functional--though
the guide was quick to assure them that it was no longer connected
to the main banks--and a copy of the Library's catalogue had been
placed within it. Scanning the topics, Silence could understand
why the magi had crusaded against such banks as dangerous
institutions. Mixed in with ordinary information--fiction, common
references, other entertainment--were listings for starbooks,
advanced alchemical works, even a guild handbook on starship
construction and tuning. And anyone, anyone at all, the guide
assured her, had been allowed to read those books. Silence
shivered again, thinking this time of craft secrets, and of laymen
reading her starbooks. It was a good thing such places had been
closed.

She was very glad, that night, of Balthasar's habit of waiting
each evening for the rest of his crew in a windowless star-
travellers' bar called Bangum the Boar's. It was a battered,
comfortable place, and the drinks were strong. Silence was
grateful for the last, and did not ask either about its name or
the odd group of star-travellers who congregated there. Balthasar
seemed to know most of them; many were employed by Wrath-of-God,
or were free-lance raiders, and those who were not were
professional explorers, gaudy, hard-bitten men who were either
richer than Croesus or too poor to pay their Field fees.

On the ninth day since landing, Silence arrived at the Boar to
find only Chase Mago waiting for her. In the end, Balthasar was
nearly an hour late, but when he did arrive, he brought word that
the marriage contract had come through at last, and that they
would sign it the next morning.

"Then we pick up the citizenship papers," he went on, "and we're
all set. If Nnamdi ever calls."

"He hasn't gotten in touch with you either?" a stocky, balding
captain asked, frowning.

"He's been late before." That was Tasarla, captain of the
Ostinato. She was a Misthian, something of a renegade in the eyes
of the other star-travellers from that caste-proud, matriarchal


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world, who had done courier work for Wrath-of-God for seven
standard years. "Give him time." She leaned forward, setting one
elbow carefully on the unsteady table. Her bracelets chimed,
falling from wrist to elbow. "When is the wedding, Denis? And are
we invited?"

"Times and mores, Tasarla," Balthasar said uncomfortably. "It's
just a contract."

"So?" The Misthian captain raised one eyebrow, a kohl-darkened
line on her bronzed face. She was not of the highest caste--her
hair was too light, brown rather than true black, she was too
tall, and her skin was space-darkened rather than naturally brown--
but she had learned the gestures somewhere. "It's a rather
important contract, isn't it? And one that should be started in
good fortune, not tempting fate?" Surprisingly, she grinned.
"Besides, we always need an excuse for a party."

Chase Mago nodded, his face completely serious. "You're right
about tempting fate, though. We should do something."

Balthasar looked from one to the other, a hint of annoyance in his
smile. "Silence? What do you think?"

The pilot looked up quickly. It was on the tip of her tongue to
say that she agreed with Balthasar, but the faces around her made
her hesitate. The Delian's face had closed up again, with the
habitual secretiveness that Silence found infuriating. Chase
Mago's expression was as grave as always behind his beard. And
Tasarla was simply cheerful, ready to give a party, and sincerely
wishing them well. It was the last that decided her. She smiled
and shrugged. "It might be fun."

"You're outvoted, Denis," Chase Mago said.

The captain spread his hands. "All right, a party it is. At noon,
say?"

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"Our appointment's in the morning," Balthasar answered.

"All right, I'll shift my schedule," Tasarla said, rising. "And
now, if you'll excuse me, I'll start collecting for your
fountain."

Balthasar moaned and put his head down on his folded arms.

"Tasarla--" Chase Mago began, but the Misthian was already out of
hearing.

"Not a fountain," Balthasar said, his voice muffled against the
table.

"What's a fountain?" Silence asked.

"It's a drink," Balthasar answered, without raising his head.
"It's a tradition at the Boar--it's a party all by itself."

Silence looked at Chase Mago, but for once the engineer did not
seem inclined to modify his captain's statement.

The marriage itself was very straightforward. They arrived at
Sisika House, the section of the mainurb's primary administrative
complex that handled marriages, and made a final, formal statement
before a minor official. Then all three signed the statement of
intent, the contract itself, and an application for citizenship
for Silence and Chase Mago. The papers were duly witnessed, and
they were sent next door to the records office, where the
citizenship application was officially accepted, and pilot and
engineer were issued new papers. The entire process took less than
half an hour. The trip back to the East End and the Boar's was
longer, and Silence could not help feeling a distinct sense of
anticlimax.

But the party at the Boar raised her spirits immediately. The
fountain was all Balthasar had said. She did not know the name of
the ruby liquor that coursed through the nesting spiral tubes of
the fountain machine and splashed in the silver-washed catchbasin,
but it was sweet and thick and spread a warm glow through her


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body. Star-travellers, mostly friends of Balthasar's--the captain
seemed to be both well-known and well-liked despite the core of
silence beneath his outgoing manner-- crowded around to
congratulate her, and to give ritual approval to her new papers.
The level of liquor in the catchbasin dropped slightly, then rose
again when Tasarla spoke quietly to the bar's owner. The room grew
noisy, and the talk freer.

"--lucky man, Denis." The voice carried clearly over a sudden lull
in the conversations. Silence glanced up to meet the leering gaze
of one of the explorers. "But I wouldn't want to share her."

A burst of laughter from the group at the fountain swallowed
Balthasar's reply, but Silence could feel her cheeks burning. She
rose, intending to demand an apology, to explain that this was
nothing but a convenience, but instead pushed her way out of the
group to find a place at a side table. The man was drunk, she told
herself, you'll get no apology from him. And you can't explain the
contract without annulling the marriage itself. My freedom--
instinctively, she touched the new papers in her pocket,
reassuring herself that they were still there--is worth a little
humiliation. It's worth more than that if necessary.

"Silence?" Tasarla slid a plate of treats, miniature cheeses and
tiny loaves of bread, onto the table in front of her. "May I join
you?"

"Sure."

"Look," Tasarla said, settling herself comfortably, "I heard what
Istavan said."

"So, I think, did everyone else," Silence snapped.

"Yes. He's a fool, though. Everybody knows that." Tasarla
hesitated, Misthian frankness warring with caste-pride, but then
frankness won out. "What's troubling you? You did marry them.
Surely you thought about what people would say."

Silence hesitated in her turn, then said, "I thought. But--the


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marriage isn't a real one, it's just to get the citizenship." Why
did I say that? she wondered instantly. It must be the wine
talking. As unobtrusively as possible, she pushed her half-filled
glass away from her.

Tasarla raised an eyebrow, but then slowly nodded. "I do see."

"They promised it would be a marriage in name only," Silence said.
She could not bring herself to match the proverbial Misthian
bluntness.

"And you're worrying about that?" Tasarla's tone made it only half
a question.

"Yes. Hell, Tasarla, I hardly know them."

The Misthian nodded, her expression suddenly gentle. "But I know
them. They're good men, Silence--honorable men, honest as a
woman." She made a wry face at the Misthian phrase, and Silence
laughed in spite of herself.

"Truth," Tasarla said. "They wouldn't--" Silence winced in
anticipation, and the captain obligingly rephrased it. "They won't
force you to do anything you don't want."

"I believe you," Silence said. "I really do--I wouldn't've agreed
to the contract if I didn't. But I can't help worrying a little."

Tasarla nodded and started to say something, but her words were
cut off by the slamming of the street door. Heads turned across
.the room, and a woman's voice said, into the silence, "Tasarla
neAda?"

Tasarla raised a beckoning arm. "Over here."

The other woman--also a Misthian, small and slight, with an
expression of utter contempt for the perversity of the rest of the
galaxy--shouldered her way through the crush to plant herself
beside the table. She said something in Misthia's peculiar
dialect, deliberately ignoring Silence. Tasarla frowned,


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listening, and then her expression changed from annoyance to
concern. When the other woman had finished, she snapped a brief
question, and received an equally short answer. Tasarla rose
quickly.

"I am sorry, but I must go," she said to Silence. She seemed to
have lost all command of coine. "There is a thing, an emergency
happened--"

The other Misthian turned and stalked away, tossing a sentence
over her shoulder, and Tasarla broke off to follow her. Silence
stared after them, wondering.

"What did Cyrilla want?" Chase Mago asked, looming suddenly over
the table.

"I don't know," Silence answered slowly. "An emergency, Tasarla
said--but I don't know Misthian."

"Who does?" The engineer looked rather forlorn, standing there
with a half-empty glass forgotten in his hand, but before Silence
could say anything, Chase Mago asked abruptly, "May I join you?"

"Of course." Silence                   had expected him to say something about
Tasarla's emergency,                   but the big man stared into his glass,
apparently oblivious                   to her presence. At last she nerved herself
to ask, "Is anything                   wrong?"

"I suppose not." Chase Mago sighed. "I don't know what's the
matter, it all went very well. But--there's something missing.
And, Silence, I don't even know what it is I want."

A romantic, Silence thought, and could not repress a bemused
smile. Who would have expected the big engineer to have that in
him? "I don't know either," she said gently. Her eyes fell on the
other's glass and she stood up. "But I do know what you need.
Another drink."

Chase Mago did not protest when she slipped his glass from under
his nose, and he reached for it automatically when she returned


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with the refills. Silence caught his wrist.

"No, wait." She lifted her glass. "I propose a toast, for us. No
regrets."

"No regrets," Chase Mago echoed dutifully, and then he smiled, his
mood lifting. "You're right, there's no reason to regret anything.
I'm a free man now." His smile turned suddenly shy. "And you are a
good friend, Silence."

Silence blinked, pleased in spite of herself, and reached for her
glass to hide her embarrassment.

Balthasar joined them then, three more drinks precariously
balanced in his hands. They were the first of too many. Silence
grew giggly, a state she despised, and Balthasar got the hiccups;
in the end it was Chase Mago, as drunk as they but steady-footed,
who got them both back to the Parsley Vine and into their
respective beds. Pale and shaky, they ministered to each other's
hangovers, sharing the suite's tiny pharmacopia as well as exotic
remedies culled from a dozen different planets. Despite the
latter, they recovered.

Two days later, the factor called.

The taped transmission was double-coded, and Balthasar spent a
quarter of an hour adjusting his machines before the tape would
run. Silence retreated to the far side of the suite's living room,
trying not to watch. The tape ended, but Balthasar played it
through again before switching off the machines and coming to join
her.

"Well?" Chase Mago said, appearing in the doorway of his room as
if on cue.

"Well, indeed," Balthasar answered. "It's very weird, that's all.
It was taped, all the codes right, check signs in order--but I
tried to get back to him and his house won't accept the call. He
wants me to come out there. He lives in one of the suburbs, I
forget which one--"


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Chase Mago ducked back into his bedroom. "Go on."

"And he 11 give me instructions then, Balthasar finished. "I wish
to hell I knew what was going on."

"Fen Micheas," Chase Mago said, reemerging.

"What?" Balthasar asked.

"Fen Micheas. That's where Nnamdi lives." The engineer held up a
small pamphlet. "According to this, it's about thirty kilometers
outside the Rota mainurb. On the Rota-Mavrides Port line."

"When are you supposed to go there?" Silence asked.

"Now." Balthasar went back to the console, sliding back the
figured screen that covered the tourist information board. "And I
think it might be a good idea if you people came, too. Safety in
numbers."

"Do you think this has anything to do with Tasarla's emergency?"
Chase Mago asked. "She and Cyrilla lifted off yesterday, in a
hurry."

"I don't know," Balthasar answered.

Silence looked from one to the other. "I don't like to be an
alarmist," she said slowly, "but would I be wise to bring my
heylin?"

She had hoped Balthasar would laugh, but he considered her words
quite seriously for a moment. "Probably. You, too, Julie."

"What else did Nnamdi say?" Chase Mago asked.

"I told you everything."Balthasar hit a final set of keys and
straightened up. A miniature printer, cleverly concealed in an
apparently ornamental carving, clattered and spat a set of ticket
foils.


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Chase Mago scowled, and Silence asked hastily, "When do we leave?"

"Now. We've got tickets on an express leaving in half an hour,"
Balthasar said. "Better get your heylin."

They made it to the train with perhaps ten minutes to spare,
Balthasar leading them easily through the crowds. There was a
Watcher at the gate, a diminutive copy of the massive statues
decorating the streets, and Silence slowed in spite of herself,
suddenly conscious of the heylin in her shoulder bag. Balthasar
frowned at her, and handed their tickets to the guard. He checked
them, verifying the reservations, then waved them through onto the
platform. As Balthasar passed beneath the delicate archway, the
Watcher sprang suddenly to life, tilting its head so that its
open, beady eyes could scan all of his body. The captain ignored
it, and it settled back to its perch. It reacted the same way when
Chase Mago passed through, and as Silence stepped past, holding
her breath, she was eerily aware of its eyes at her back. It had
seen the heylins, she knew, and as she walked toward the open
doors of the train she was tensed for the call of police whistles.
But the magus controlling the little Watcher did nothing more than
note the presence of the guns. They were allowed aboard the train
without trouble, and ushered to seats in one of the desirable
middle cars.

The warning signs began to flash, and Silence automatically
checked the crashwebbing. Then the train's harmonium sounded, a
low hum that quickly rose to a metallic scream, and she was thrown
violently against the back of her seat as the train jerked
forward. A moment later, the pressure eased, and the noise faded
to a more bearable level, though it was still loud enough to make
conversation difficult. Apparently the other passengers had been
expecting that: the group of merchants who occupied the expensive
cluster of seats in the middle of the car pulled out thick ear
guards and the latest news sheets. Balthasar, too, produced a set
of ear guards and set them in place, then closed his eyes,
instantly asleep.

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He could've mentioned this, warned us what to expect--but he's
incapable of telling us anything without a direct question. She
turned to Chase Mago, but he was deep in concentration, listening
to the sound with the abstracted intensity of an engineer. Silence
grimaced, and leaned back in her seat, trying to relax. The noise
of the train's harmonium was wearing, always on the edge of
dissonance, and at last she leaned over to touch the engineer's
shoulder.

"Why do they have to do this?" she said, raising her voice to
carry over the wailing.

"That's what happens when you try to tune a harmonium to a core
harmony," Chase Mago shouted back, leaning so close that his beard
tickled Silence's ear. "And then they never can cast elemental
earth properly--"

"No, that's not what I meant," Silence said. "I know perfectly
well how these systems work. I just don't understand why they
don't use something mechanical instead. I mean, Delos doesn't seem
to put much restriction on mechanics in general...."

Chase Mago was shaking his head. "Something mechanical on a world-
wide scale? Think of the interference."

"I would've thought you could keep the individual components small
enough for safety," Silence screamed, more to distract herself
from the wearing noise than because she was seriously interested
in the subject.

"The sheer volume would be enough to distort everything," Chase
Mago said. "And think of the chaos a mechanical system would
produce near the port. I suppose discomfort's just the price we
pay for progress."

"Discomfort," Silence muttered, but could not muster the energy to
continue the conversation.

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Silence was sure she had been permanently deafened. But in fact
when they pushed their way up from the platform to the huge lobby,
the noisy crowd gathered there proved that she had lost none of
her hearing. The vast space, dimly lit by cool-light globes that
floated uneasily near the vaulted ceiling, was filled with people,
some scurrying between shops and ticketing counters, more resting
on the stone benches that dotted the area, or relaxing in the
coffee houses.

Like all crowds she had seen on Delos, every individual dressed
with a lavish disregard for conformity or common fashion--but
there was a common factor here. She glanced up at the massive
glowing map that dominated one wall of the station, directly above
the ticketing machines. Rota was marked by a single, multi-faceted
jewel; the other mainurbs, linked by threads of light, were marked
by different, smaller stones. With difficulty, she identified St.
Harbin's, traced their route south and farther south, to Rota. As
if to confirm her thoughts, a door swung open at the far end of
the station, admitting a miniature tow and a sled full of cleaning
apparatus. With the tow came a wedge of glaring light, and a
sudden breath of air like the blast from a furnace. Balthasar had
known, of course, having visited the factor before, but hadn't
bothered to tell the others. Silence glanced down at her heavy
tunic and swore to herself.

Chase Mago had come to the same conclusion as she had. Glaring
down at Balthasar, he said, "Rota's equatorial, isn't it?"

The captain shrugged, undisturbed. "Yes, but drier than you'd
think." He gestured vaguely to a number of small shops clumped
together by the entrance to the public lavatories. "You could pick
up some light clothes there."

"Thanks," the engineer said sourly, but made no move in their
direction. "You might've told us, Denis."

Silence glanced from the stores and the cheap, gauzy things
displayed in the archways that served as doorway and walls, to the
now-closed entrance. "Well, I will," she said, and stalked off
toward the shops.


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The clothes were both cheaply made and overpriced. In the end, she
simply removed her heavy tights and pinned back the full sleeves
of her tunic. Just outside the lavatories, an adolescent in the
glossy white robes of a magus's apprentice squatted beside a tiny
burner, offering instant sandals. Silence let him paint the warm,
sticky liquid heavily across the soles of her feet, and add a
lighter layer across the tops of her toes. It dried almost
instantly, leaving only a faint tingling that faded to a mere
reminder of something on her body, no more annoying than the
feeling of clothing. She paid him, and hurried to join the others.

Despite his complaints, Chase Mago had made some concession to the
heat, removing his shirt and twisting it into a complicated
turban. He glared at her as she approached, and Silence, wisely,
said nothing.

"Are you coming?" Balthasar asked. He had removed his coat and
loosened the neck of his shirt, but that was all.

"I'm ready," Silence said hastily. The engineer grunted something,
which Balthasar ignored.

"Let's go, then."

Pedestrians left the station through a double revolving lock,
designed to keep the cool air in. The glare on the white-painted
towers and pale grey streets was nearly blinding, and Silence
blinked hard, tears starting. Before she could clear them,
Balthasar caught her arm, and steered her toward a waiting cab,
pushing her gently down and into the passenger section. Chase Mago
was already inside; she was jammed against him as Balthasar
climbed in beside her. The engineer shifted slightly, but seemed
quite content to let her lean against him. For the first time, she
was fully, physically aware of him--of his height, of the bands of
hard muscles beneath his sun-browned skin....

"Where to?" The driver's voice shattered the spell, and Silence
drew a shaken breath, edging away toward Balthasar.



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"Fen Micheas," Balthasar answered. "Bellman's House?"

Through the half-darkened canopy, Silence could see a human hand
moving on the map console. Not a homunculus, then--but she had
learned, in her short stay on Delos, that the planet was too
crowded to allow a creation to usurp any job a human being could
or would perform.

"Right, Captain, Bellman's House it is." The driver's hands moved
again. The overhead canopy lightened a little, enough to let them
see out without allowing in too much of the heat, and the cab
edged out into the traffic.

Rota mainurb was much like St. Harbins, except for the small
details of window size and the inelegant solar towers decorating
every roof. Tall buildings vied with low, enclosed markets for
space. There were fewer pedestrians but many more bubble cars, and
everywhere the signs of flourishing commerce. The cab darted
through the crowded streets for perhaps a quarter of an hour, and
then, with startling suddenness, turned a corner into another
world. Two tall buildings, apartment complexes of the kind common
in St. Harbins as well as Rota, stood to either side of the
street, but directly ahead was a bridge, arching over a stream too
straight to be natural. Across the canal was an expanse of green,
broken by a line of trees in the middle distance. Beyond the
trees, a roof showed coyly.

"What the hell?" Silence murmured in spite of herself.

"That's a suburb," Balthasar grinned. "The rich live there."

The very rich, Silence amended, as they crossed the bridge and
passed twin Watchers. The lawns to either side were immaculately
tended, not a blade of grass out of place; the hedges sprouted
flowers from half a hundred worlds--not merely Fringe Worlds,
either, but from as far into the Rusadir as Athos Maria and
Reshef. The houses were hidden by stands of trees or casually
placed sculpture, but even the tilt of a roof or the single
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"Not all of them," Chase Mago said mildly. "Quite a few of the
shipping magnates live in the mainurbs, with their folk."

"And our factor lives out here," Balthasar muttered, but before
Silence could decide if that was criticism or compliment, the cab
pulled up at a private gate.

"Here you are, Captain, Bellman's House."

"Thanks." Balthasar popped the canopy and slithered out into the
glaring sun, pausing only to hand the driver a thin sheaf of
Delian pounds. Silence followed, cautiously, and was surprised to
find the air cooler than in the mainurb. From within the hedge-
shielded compound came the sound of a fountain.

"Yes, sieurs, sieura?"

The man who had emerged through a discreet break in the hedge
carried gardener's shears slung at his waist, but his loose
trousers and shirt were of a mottled green fabric, perfect
camouflage against the cool greens of the lawn. A tiny, monkey-
like creature clung to one shoulder, chattering in his ear: no
gardener, then, but a guard, and an expensive mercenary from the
look of him, Silence decided.

Balthasar stepped forward. "My name's Denis Balthasar. I've
business with Nnamdi--he should be expecting me."

The creature on the guard's shoulder chittered discreetly, and the
guard said, "Yes, Sieur Nnamdi is expecting you--but these
others?"

"My crew," Balthasar said. "I wasn't sure of--conditions here.
Nnamdi's request was unusual."

The creature tugged gently at the guard's ear, spoke urgently in a
low monotone. The guard nodded, and the thing clambered down his
body, skittering off through the hedge toward the house. The guard
said, "Sieur Nnamdi says you are all welcome, though he wasn't
expecting Sieur Chase Mago and Sieura Leigh. Won't you come in?"


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He gestured to the hedge and the branches shrank back on either
side, revealing a respectable opening.

"Thank you," Balthasar said again, and stepped through the gap.
Following him, Silence noticed three-inch thorns hidden in the
foliage, saw too the pale flowers of a camisado vine winding
through the branches. Clearly Nnamdi--or Wrath-of-God--was willing
to pay dearly for his privacy.

Once inside the shelter of the hedge, the temperature dropped
dramatically, becoming almost springlike. Magus's work, Silence
thought--shaping elemental air into an enclosure, and then
creating the gentle weather pattern that prevailed inside. The
expense must have been astronomical.

Nnamdi's house sat atop a gentle rise, windows and doors
apparently open to the soft breezes, though Silence was sure that
security considerations made that an illusion. Trees placed at
artfully chosen intervals spread a network of shade across the
immaculate turf; a black-plumed merry widow bird clung to a lower
bough in the nearest one, its trilling like well-bred laughter.

"This way, please." The guard led them up the winding path toward
the house, leaving the pavement only once to skirt a basking
vipera. The chunky lizard lifted its head as they passed, and
hissed without lifting its neck frill.

They were met at the door by two more mercenaries in typical house-
servant's livery, and by another of the monkey-like creatures.
Nnamdi was well guarded, Silence thought. I wonder if it's just
for show, or if he needs them? She glanced around discreetly, but
could see no further signs of security measures, or of any recent
attack which might have prompted new causation.

"Sieurs, sieura," the older of the guards said quietly. He had a
faint Rusadir accent. "If you would please leave your weapons here
... ?" He let his voice trail off, implying that he was merely
asking a favor, but Silence had no doubt that any refusal would be
swiftly dealt with. She handed her bag to the younger guard, and
Balthasar and Chase Mago passed across their heylins. The young


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man locked them away in a cabinet, and the first guard bowed
deeply.

"Captain Balthasar," he said. "Sieur Nnamdi will see you in the
library. If Sieur Chase Mago and Sieura Leigh will accompany
Edmon, he will see that they are made comfortable on the terrace."

"Lead on," Balthasar said. The monkey-like creature followed him
out. It was some kind of familiar, Silence decided--a magus's eyes
and ears--but she could not tell if it were some responsive
species or, like a homunculus, the creation of a laboratory.

"If you'd come with me, please?" Edmon asked. He seemed less
comfortable in his role as houseservant than the others had been;
his military bearing betrayed him as a soldier.

The house had not seemed particularly impressive from the outside,
especially when set against the lush grounds. Within the walls,
however, its true size and luxury were glaringly apparent. The
hallway through which they passed was decorated with art that even
Silence could recognize as expensive, and the floor was covered
with copper-highlighted blackwood from Oued Tessaa. Half-open
doors provided glimpses of yet more spectacular wealth--a table
set with gilded dishes, resting on a cloth of spider-lace from the
Madakh; a sun-bright room filled with expensive gymnastic
equipment; a hothouse room apparently stocked only with Sareptan
orchids. Then Edmon slid open a final door, and gestured for them
to precede him onto the terrace.

A table was waiting for them, and twin chairs, looking out over a
huge fountain and a stretch of lawn as immaculate as the first. A
young woman in a loose white shift was adjusting the thin canopy
covering the entire terrace. A gentle breeze stirred the plants on
the terrace, and died at the edge of the canopy.

"Lisele," Edmon called. "The sieuri are here."

The girl secured the canopy cord and came forward. Her arms and
legs were as hard-muscled as a dancer's, and Silence could not
help wondering if she, too, were part of the guard force. But the


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Rusadir mercenaries never hired women.

"Sieur, sieura," Lisele said, bowing. "Please make yourselves
comfortable. Sieur Nnamdi tells me that he should not detain your
captain for long, so I brought only drink, but if you should wish
for anything else, you have only to tell me."

"Thank you, this will do nicely," Chase Mago said.

The girl bowed again and backed away, disappearing behind the
drooping edge of the canopy. Silence could just make out her
shadow against the thin material; she would remain there,
ostensibly to serve them, but equally to report anything of
interest that might be said. Silence touched the engineer's
shoulder and nodded toward the corner.

Chase Mago murmured, "Yes, I know." He handed her to a seat with
unexpected grace, and poured the thin, cold wine into the crystal
glasses that stood ready.

Silence lifted hers gingerly, afraid that even the lightest
pressure would shatter the fragile things. The wine was the best
she had ever tasted, with a flavor that hinted at a dozen
different things but in the end was something unique. "What is
this?" she asked at last.

"Sanguis Auri," Chase Mago answered without hesitation. "Blood-of-
gold." He lapsed into silence again, staring into the pale depths
of his glass.

Silence regarded him and the wine with equal admiration. Blood-of-
gold--Sanguis Auri, she corrected herself--was one of the rarest
wines in the galaxy, produced only in a single province of a
single world. Once it had been reserved for the table of the
Hegemon. Now magi's aid made it possible for some, at least, to be
sold on other worlds. That she had been served it was remarkable;
that Chase Mago had recognized it was incredible. Certainly the
engineer did not seem at all intimidated by his surroundings,
though Balthasar had been fractionally ill-at-ease. She had seen
that in his very refusal to be impressed. But Chase Mago seemed


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very much at home.

She glanced sidelong at him, realizing once again how little she
knew about him. He was from Kesse, a rich planet--and on some of
Rusadir worlds, a double name marked an oligarch. But would an
oligarch ever have allowed his son to become an engineer? The
oligarchs of Cap Bel, for all their mercantile connections, would
have considered that a waste of a child. Yet how else could he
have become familiar with such surroundings? She could not ask
here and now, but she filed the questions for later. Perhaps she
would ask Balthasar, although she was far from certain that he
would know....

"I don't know how to thank you for this, Nnamdi." That was
Balthasar, appearing suddenly at the right side of the terrace. He
held back the canopy for Nnamdi, a small, slim, dark-skinned man
with close-cropped grey hair. The factor wore an unor-namented,
tightly cut coat and equally plain trousers. Only as he approached
did Silence see the quality of the material and the expertise of
the tailoring.

"I have my orders, Denis," the factor said. "As you do."

"I don't have to like them," Balthasar answered. "The least you
could do is pay me for my cargo now."

Nnamdi spread his hands. "Again, orders, Denis. Besides, our
mutual employer wishes to be certain that all his captains are
present. You will be paid on arrival." He held up one finger to
stop Balthasar's protest. "I am authorized to advance you the
money to pay your expenses here, and for the trip. In fact, the
money has already been transferred."

Balthasar hissed softly. "So that's why you let me make those
arrangements."

Nnamdi bowed slightly. "But of course."

"Damn you," the captain said, without heat. "What about
transport?"


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Nnamdi gestured to the lawn. Beyond the fountain, one of the low
hills split open, revealing the mouth of an underground hangar. A
slim needle of a local transport plane emerged, rolled by a crew
of mechanics in Nnamdi's livery. "All settled."

Chase Mago stood up, setting aside his empty glass, and Silence
imitated him.

"What's up, Denis?" the engineer asked.

"A change of plan," Balthasar said grimly. "We've been ordered
back to Wrath-of-God for a captain's council, no further details."

"This minute?" Silence asked, and Chase Mago said, "Is there an
emergency, Nnamdi?"

"I do not know," Nnamdi said. "Really, Sieur Chase Mago, I do not.
But I don't think so."

"Let's go," Balthasar said.

Chapter 4

Nnamdi and Wrath-of-God spared no expense for transport, either.
The little ship was capable of sub-orbital flight, riding her
silver keel up toward the break between celestial and mundane,
then gliding back to the planet's surface. They would make the
flight to St. Harbin's in less than two hours. After Nnamdi had
said his farewells, and had moved back out of range, they took
they places. One of the mercenaries handed their heylins aboard
and the pilot lifted off in a thunder of sound. As the transport
gained its cruising altitude, harmonium flickering on and off to
maintain them, the noise steadied to a sound no worse than wind.

"All right," said Chase Mago. "What's going on, Denis?"

"I told you," the captain snapped. "We've been ordered back to
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"That's all?" The engineer plainly did not believe him.

"That's all." Balthasar glared at him. "We leave immediately--our
things are being sent directly from the hotel to the ship. This
flight lands at St. Harbin's Field, and we go straight aboard Sun-
Treader. Nnamdi's orders."

"He said it wasn't an emergency?" Silence asked.

"Ha." The captain leaned back in his seat.

"Nnamdi doesn't usually lie outright," Chase Mago said
thoughtfully.

Balthasar sighed, somewhat mollified. "No, he doesn't. And I think
that's what worries me most of all."

They landed at St. Harbin's Field on schedule, and found a low-
slung car waiting for them, ready to take them to the dock. The
Parsley Vine had done its work well--they were probably used to
that sort of thing. Silence thought--and their baggage, packed for
star travel, was waiting at the foot of the cradle. They hauled it
aboard, and then Chase Mago switched on the coffee brewer in the
commons.

"We don't have time for that," Balthasar said.

"Yes, we do," Chase Mago said. "Silence still has to learn the
voidmarks."

"Hell." Balthasar scowled, and Silence winced. "How long will it
take you?"

"Will they be completely unfamiliar?" Silence asked.

"Not completely," Balthasar answered. "You should know the
notation."

"Let me see them."



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Balthasar hesitated, then shrugged, unlatching his cabin door.
"Come on in."

The room was spartan--bare walls, plain dark blanket on the bunk,
the book rack half-empty, with only a couple of the most trivial
popular novels tucked between manuals and a general hiero-
glyphica. The disordered clothing had been put away. There was
nothing to give her any clues to the captain's personality. Then,
tossed aside on his writing board, half-fallen between that and
the monitor console, she saw a glint of silver. She reached for it
automatically, to set it right, and pulled out a tiny model of a
ship. It was a Navy six, only one class below a dreadnought, but
there were no markings on it that she could identify.

"Do you want to see the marks?" Balthasar asked abruptly. He left
his mattress standing on its edge, but closed the lid of the
strongbox over whatever else was left inside. He held out a single
folded sheet of paper, obviously torn from a pilot's manual.

"Yes, please." Silence set the model ship carefully on the writing
board. "Is that a Wrath-of-God ship?"

"Yes. I served on it." Balthasar swept it aside, and unfolded the
sheet of paper. There was something about his very indifference
that made Silence certain there was something important involved,
but there was no opportunity to question him further. She focused
her attention on the page displayed before her.

The voidmarks were not at all what she had expected. The tiny,
handwritten notation at the top of the page said "The Path of
Small Restraint," and added, cryptically, "dense clouds, no rain."
Silence groaned to herself. As Balthasar had promised, she
recognized the notation: the page had been taken from the Tiger's
Book, the most obscure and least useful of all the starbooks she
had ever studied. But at least she had studied it.

"It'll take me a couple of hours to relearn Tiger's system," she
said, "and another couple to get comfortable with the road. Five
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"Make it five, if you can," Balthasar said. "I'd like to find out
what's going on."

"I'll do my best," Silence said, staring at the unfamiliar
drawing, where demons and dragons and completely unrecognizable
figures crawled through clouds that hung low over a parched and
barren plain. "May I take this?"

"Feel free."

It took her a little more than six hours to learn the voidmarks,
but Balthasar was able to arrange for an immediate clearance.
Silence suspected Nnamdi's hand in that. As soon as Sun-Treader
settled into the line of least resistance, Silence freed herself
from her couch and reached for the ladder to the upper bridge.
Balthasar shot her a questioning look, but did not speak. It was
not unusual for a pilot to want time alone before an unfamiliar
passage through purgatory, and Silence did not bother to offer
that explanation. On the upper bridge, she settled herself against
the bulkhead, and rested her forehead against her drawn-up knees.
The voidmarks for Wrath-of-God, for the "Path of Small Restraint,"
were still unfamiliar, the symbols less than comfortable. She took
a deep breath, using the tricks of memory taught her as an
apprentice to conjure up an exact mental image of the page of the
Tiger's Book. Painstakingly, she began to identify each individual
symbol, murmuring the name of each one out loud.

"Silence."

She looked up with a start, saw the bulkheads cloudy-clear around
her, Delos's distant sun showing a ring of green flame. "Yes?"

"Are you ready?" Balthasar's voice was beginning to show strain.

Silence hurried toward the control yoke, wiggling her feet into
the clinging surface of the platform, then locked the yoke and
activated its systems. "I'm ready."

"All right, Julie, ready for the upper register."



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"Switching over," Chase Mago answered, and the song of the
harmonium split again, bringing in a whole new range of notes.

"You have control, Silence," Balthasar said.

Silence slapped off the lock in a panic, swearing to herself. The
ship was surrounded by clouds, thick, impossibly solid clouds that
rolled slowly toward her, lightning flashing in their depths. She
had never seen voidmarks come clear so quickly--she had been too
concerned with them, had had them too firmly in mind.... With an
effort, she looked away, letting the ship take its own path for a
moment before looking again. The clouds seemed fractionally less
threatening--they no longer seemed to be advancing on the ship--
but there was still no indication of a path. And then, at the
point where the horizon would have been if there had been land
beneath her instead of a mirror-image of the clouds above, a line
of calm showed clear.

The ship was shivering a little, the shaking growing worse with
every heartbeat. Cautiously, she edged the nose down, lining
herself up with the distant horizon. It stayed as distant as
before, but the shuddering eased away. The clouds stayed where
they were, but hung ominously close, above and below, lightning
sparking now and then in their depths. Dense clouds, she thought,
but no rain. Then this is the path, and I don't need to do
anything more. The Path of Small Restraint indeed.

The apparent horizon came closer at last, growing brighter as it
came until it gleamed like a white-hot gash against the clouds.
The harmonium's note changed again, and there was the familiar
rush of speed as the ship fell out of purgatory. Then there was a
sharp change of pitch, and the bulkheads were solid around her.
She hurried to lock the control yoke and switch off the systems,
her eyes filled with the scene she thought she had glimpsed in the
split second before the bulkheads firmed up. She slid down the
ladder to the control room, anxious to get a look at the
viewscreens. The sight took her breath away.

Two massive waves of dust rose up, frozen in the instant before
breaking, starkly limned against a sky scaled with gold fire. The


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light tipped each billow of dust with gilded spume. A cluster of
suns hung against that brilliant curtain, so bright that she could
only count three of them before her eyes were dazzled and she had
to look away. Green shadows blinded her, almost obscuring the
chain of lights that hung just below the right-hand wave. If that
wave ever broke--and the chance formation of dust mimicked water
so closely that it seemed impossible for it not to fall--the tiny
lights would be engulfed. Balthasar freed a hand to tap the screen
gently, just above the lights.

"Wrath-of-God."

I can see why, Silence thought. Aloud she said, "That's a space
station, not a planet."

"That's right," Balthasar said. "Actually, it's a group of linked
stations--hollowed asteroids, really--" He broke off as a light
winked on in the communications board.

"Wrath-of-God, this is Balthasar 70219, Sun-Treader. I repeat,
this is Balthasar 70219, Sun-Treader. Acknowledge, please."

The response, when it came, was alarmingly sharp. "Balthasar
70219, Sun-Treader, this is Yoshi-ko 75851, Raksha. We identify
you. Follow me in; the local approach tugs will take you in tow
when we reach Mageara." Silence glanced quickly at the musonar. A
ship was visible on the screen, well within shooting range of Sun-
Treader.

"Yoshiko 75851, Raksha, there's no need to take us in tow. I've
mated to Mageara dock before."

"Sorry, Balthasar 70219, Sun-Treader," the escort ship answered.
"That's orders, from the Council. Things are a bit crowded around
the docks now. No one wants to take any chances."

"I don't want those damned flame-throwers near my ship," Balthasar
muttered, but Silence saw that his transmitter was switched off.

There was nothing to do but follow the escort ship in. It


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travelled at a maddeningly slow pace, and Balthasar's scowl grew
deeper. As they approached the string of stations, Silence began
to pick out more details, the instrument towers and the docking
rings sticking out from the three large units that made up the
station.

"Three separate stations?" she said aloud, more in hopes of
distracting Balthasar than because she really wanted to know.

"Mm." Balthasar roused himself from his black mood with an effort.
"Five, actually. You just can't see the other two, they're beyond
Alecto. The three main units--they were the first built--they're
Megeara, Tisiphone, and Alecto." He grinned sourly. "We're lucky
they've lasted. Phobos and Demos--they're the new stations, the
ones you can't see--have needed repairs since the day they were
put into position. But the great magi, and most of the merely
competent, don't work for us. We get the same kind of magi that we
get pilots and captains."

Raksha cut in again with a comment about their tuning, and
Balthasar's attention was instantly elsewhere, leaving Silence to
puzzle over his last remark. Of course, most of the magi
gravitated toward the established, legitimate worlds; there, at
least, they could be assured of some security. These days, more
and more were taking service with the Hegemon, who could promise
much more than security. The only price was that those magi worked
first for the Hegemon's glory, not their own knowledge. Which
meant, Silence thought, that Wrath-of-God would get two kinds of
magi, those who hated the Hegemon and wouldn't accept his service,
and those whom the Hegemon wouldn't accept. And, with the Fringe
full of worlds that welcomed magi, there would be more of the
latter.

"It was Zeheb Omena who built the first three units," Balthasar
said.

Silence looked up, startled. She had thought Omena was more than
half legendary.

Balthasar saw her expression and smiled again. "Truth, he did. I


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can show you his forging-mark, on Alecto. He brought the asteroids
here, set up his engines and shaped them, hollowed them out and
made them habitable, all in a standard week. The little creation,
they called the scale he used to shape them. That's lost, if
anyone else ever knew it."

"Why did he work for Wrath-of-God?" Silence asked. The stories all
say he was a good man, she added to herself, but did not quite
dare voice the words.

Balthasar's expression twisted as though he guessed her thought.
"It was a challenge, something no one had ever done. And Wrath-of-
God could always pay well. Omena wanted to go looking for aliens."
He broke off, glancing at the musonar. "There's the tug."

That made sense, Silence thought, scanning the viewscreen until
she too had found the flickering dot that was the tug. A magus's
good and evil were traditionally fluid: if an act brought new
knowledge, any price, even a blood price, was worth paying.

Balthasar muttered something to himself, and Silence's attention
snapped back to the screen. As the tugs got closer, she could see
why the Delian had objected to them. They were primitive things,
powered by chemical fuel, shooting jets of flame across the
intervening distance. Despite the tug pilots' obvious skill, she
held her breath as the tiny ships worked themselves into position
on either side of Sun-Treader. The grapples fired--Bal-thasar
winced, and Silence heard a heavy sigh from the engine room as
Chase Mago contemplated what that new force would do to his
delicately tuned keel--and the tugs began to work their way down
to the dock. The waiting dock seemed much like a standard cradle--
but then the tugs deftly rotated the ship, bringing it in so that
the top of the ship, not the keel, was against the dock.

The cradle lock monitors flashed green, and at the same time the
right-hand viewscreen snowed a flexible tube snaking up from the
dock to fasten onto the airlock. Balthasar waited until a small
indicator faded from yellow to green, then touched a speaker
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"Cargo team?"

"That's right," a voice said cheerfully. Silence could just see
the man's shadow on the screen, bulky in an old-fashioned
spacesuit.

"Come on aboard," Balthasar said, and worked the hatch controls.

Customs formalities were nonexistent on Wrath-of-God. From
Balthasar's offhand comments, Silence gathered that one was either
expected, and therefore already cleared, or dead. Their cargo was
removed--Balthasar asked for, but did not get, the voucher for his
pay--and they were quickly assigned rooms and a table in one of
the dining halls. Wrath-of-God was unusually crowded, filled to
capacity with the crews of the ships whose captains had been
summoned to Council; they were lucky to be given three tiny
cubicles, set across the hall from a lavatory that they would
share with the seventeen other people billeted on that hallway.
The rooms contained only a bunk and a set of shelves, and Silence
could not avoid thinking that they were hastily converted storage
cells.

Conditions in their dining hall were somewhat better. They were
assigned to a table with eight strangers, but already a brisk
exchange of seats was in progress. Silence was whirled from table
to table in Balthasar's wake, Chase Mago running interference for
them both. After involved negotiations, they took their seats at a
long table occupied by Tasarla and her crew, and another captain
whom Balthasar introduced as Lenno.

Conversation turned wholly on the purposes of the Council. Rumor
ran wild: the Hegemon had declared secret war, Lenno whispered,
but Tasarla's pilot contradicted him. The opposite was true, she
said; the Hegemon and the Council were ready to sign a secret
truce. When one of Lenno's men suggested that someone had finally
found Earth, and the Council was planning a raid on the ancient
world, Silence stopped listening. I'm sick of hearing about Earth,
she thought, stabbing viciously at her food. Earth was gone,
destroyed, or if it wasn't it was staying hidden in the Rose-
World's unbroken trade ring, refusing all contact with the planets


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of Hegemony, Fringe, and Rusadir. But that sort of common sense
was unappealing, especially to people like Otto Razil, and
expeditions were launched almost every year to find the lost road
to Earth. Most of those ships simply vanished, though occasionally
a broken exploring vessel would limp back to an outlying port,
with a half-starved crew and a cargo of wild tales. Silence
sighed. That time and sacrifice would be better spent on the
search for alien worlds, she thought. At least we know they have
to exist, even if the magi haven't been able to construct a
harmonium that would play an alien enough scale. She sighed again,
and put aside those thoughts.

They were hustled out of the dining hall by serving homunculi,
making room for the next shift of diners, but no one wanted to
return to their cheerless rooms. Sun-Treader's crew stood with
Tasarla in the crowded corridor until a harassed-looking man with
an-official armband told them to return to their assigned rooms.

"Hell with that," Tasarla said, as soon as the man was out of
earshot. "Let's try the observatory."

Chase Mago glanced at Balthasar, who shrugged. "Why not?"

The three followed Tasarla through the gently curving corridors to
a central stairwalk, rising and falling treads coiled together,
then up two levels to the tube connecting Mageara to Tisiphone.
Tisi-phone seemed almost identical to Mageara, except that a
different set of directional symbols marked the walls. It was only
when they passed through a second opaque transfer tube into Alecto
that things changed. The corridors were wider in this, the central
unit of Wrath-of-God, and there seemed to be fewer people moving
about. At first Silence thought this was only an illusion brought
on by the greater space, but then she noticed that nearly all the
passersby bore Wrath-of-God's skull on cheek or hand. Tasarla was
careful to keep out of their way, and Silence wondered just what
the tattoo meant. Tasarla didn't have one, and plainly never had,
but Balthasar.... She glanced surreptitiously at him, and saw him
rubbing at the patch where his mark had been, a pained scowl
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Like the other two stations, Alecto had a central stairwalk, but
it was wider, and bathed in a cooler, bluer light. Tasarla stepped
on, judging the speed perfectly, and Silence followed, stumbling.
As the stairwalk rose, she could see a part of the level that had
been hidden by the curve of the stair. Heavily armed guards stood
outside a massive door that was spattered with warning
hieroglyphics.

"What's down there?" Silence asked, reaching to touch Tasarla's
elbow.

"Library," the Misthian answered, without looking back. "Off-
limits, of course, unless you're captain of at least a five."

"Oh." Tasarla was hugging the right-hand rail, Silence saw,
leaving room for people to pass. The pilot imitated her, and a
moment later was glad she had done so, as a gang of laborants--
failed apprentices or impoverished mechanics bound to a magus's
service--rushed by, carrying unidentifiable equipment.

They rode the stairwalk to its end, where the treads flattened and
vanished beneath the spongy flooring. The stairhead was empty
except for a stairway, marked with the domed tower that had
symbolized an observatory since long before the Millennial Wars,
and with the red-slashed circle denying admittance. Two more doors
leading off the stairhead were marked with the same symbol.
Tasarla crossed to the third door and fiddled with its stiff lock.

Balthasar touched Silence's shoulder. "Look up." Obediently,
Silence tilted her head back--and saw, set into the ceiling, a
woman's face, distorted in fury. For a moment, she thought it was
real, somehow preserved by magi's art, but then she realized it
was only stone, carved from a rock lighter than the rest of
Alecto. Beneath it, gold letters spelled a brief message: Omena me
fecit. Omena made me.

"Are you coming, Silence?" Tasarla called.

Silence shook herself, and stepped through the now-open doorway
onto a platform that circled the base of the observatory tower,


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protected from space by a single layer of mage-cast glass. Silence
stepped gingerly onto a black floor so highly polished that it
reflected the stars, and then, when it did not break, and she did
not slip and fall out into the starfield, she walked carefully
around the curve-of the instrument tower, toward a glow in the
sky.

From this angle, the wave                        of dust reared over the station,                                  doubly
black against the flaming                        brilliance beyond, light tipping                                  each of
the billows. Silence took                        a step backward, ready for it to                                  fall
and crush her. Chase Mago                        caught her shoulder, keeping her                                  from
running into him.

"My God, that's--incredible," Silence said, and felt a fool for
using such an inadequate word.

The engineer nodded, releasing her. "I know," he said. "It's
always so...." He, too, let his voice trail off in defeat.

Tasarla said, "Now that I've got you here, Denis, there's a thing
or two I want to ask you."

Silence glanced over her shoulder in time to see the Misthian pull
Balthasar back to the other side of the circular platform. In the
glaring light, the Delian looked ill, his shoulders slumping, his
face haunted. But then he was gone, and Silence wondered if she
had imagined it all. Shrugging to herself, she turned back to the
nebulae.

It took an effort of will to look away from that terrible splendor
and examine the station spread out below her. Beyond Alecto lay
two more stations, clearly newer than the others, hollowed from a
different kind of rock. Each of those stations had two docking
wheels, and every space was full, but she could see none of the
large raiding ships, the navy-built fives and sixes she knew Wrath-
of-God owned.

"That's Phobos and Demos," Chase Mago said.

"They're mostly for the magi, and for anybody else who's staying


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long-term."

"Where are the big ships?" Silence asked. "I didn't see any when
we docked."

"They dock here, to Alecto," Chase Mago answered. "Around here."
He led her along the platform, back around the observatory, until
its dark bulk blocked half the nebula. "If you look almost
straight down, I think you can see them."

Silence pressed herself against the glass, staring down between
her feet, and could just glimpse a docking wheel far more massive
than any of the others, and the immense keel of a six.

"All the warcraft dock to Alecto," Chase Mago went on.                                                     "Alecto's
the biggest dock, and the tracking center's here--most                                                     of that's
done by this observatory--plus the master controls for                                                     the
stations' harmonia, and the Admiral keeps station from                                                     here."

"I see," Silence said. The dark quiet of the observatory platform
seemed to loosen the engineer's tongue, and Silence willed him to
keep talking. "What do the tattoos mean?"

Chase Mago hesitated, then said, shortly, "Crewman from a fighting
ship."

"Then Denis was on one of the raiders?"

"I suppose he must've been." The engineer shrugged. "He doesn't
talk about it, in any case."

That was a clear warning, and Silence gave up her questions,
taking a few more steps along the platform. She was almost back to
where they had started; Tasarla and Balthasar, leaning against the
observatory wall, looked up from their conversation in surprise.
Silence hardly noticed them. To the side of Tisiphone, swelling
out from the station's lower quadrant, was a billowing cloud of
material, shimmering from rich blue to white as it moved.

"What the hell is that?"


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Chase Mago moved to join her, stared entranced. "An airtight
bubble? I don't know."

Balthasar pulled himself away from the wall. "That's the assembly
hall," he said. "They can't fit all the captains into any of the
rooms on the station, so we meet out there." He shivered slightly.
"Everyone must be here."

Stragglers from Wrath-of-God's fleet arrived over the next few
sleep/wake periods, a number of couriers and two rather battered
fours, for which there was no room on Alecto's docking wheel. In
the end, they were tethered to a makeshift dock off the axis of
Demos, and the crews were ferried back to Alecto for quartering.
Silence and Chase Mago watched their arrival from the observatory
deck, then moved around the platform to look again at the blue-
white sphere of the assembly hall. It looked like nothing so much
as a giant balloon, but that illusion was spoiled by the tiny
human shapes that could be seen moving around on the inner
surfaces. Stringing guideropes and seating nets, someone had said.
The magus who had created the hall had not brought it into the
field of the station's harmonium, though he had given it an
atmosphere: the captains would have to float weightless throughout
their meeting.

Now, as she leaned against the slick cold glass, staring down at
the hall, a three-toned chime sounded overhead, and all motion
stopped. For a brief second the quiet was so deep that she could
feel the low hum of the harmonium buried in the depths of Alecto.
Then a woman spoke.

"This is the Voice of the Council," she announced, her voice cool
and faintly menacing. "The Admiral and senior captains summon all
the captains of Wrath-of-God to Council. Council will begin in one
local hour. Failure to attend will result in loss of privileges
and status. The Voice of the Council has spoken."

"Who or what is the Voice of the Council?" Silence whispered, but
Chase Mago shook his head, frowning.



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"Later."

Throughout the station, the summoned captains streamed toward the
temporary tube that connected the assembly hall to the side of
Tisiphone. The two captains who had been on the observatory deck
hauled open the door to the stairhead, nearly knocking over a
laborant unlucky enough to get in their way, and hurried out.
Below, Silence could seen the first arrivals filing into the
transfer tube. She watched in fascination as the hall filled, the
surface of the sphere darkening as more and more men took their
places in the maze of rope.

"So what happens now?" she asked.

"I don't know for sure," Chase Mago answered. "Presumably the
Council tells everyone why they've been summoned, and then they
put the question to a vote."

"How long do you think it'll take?" Silence asked.

Chase Mago snorted. "The Committee stage-manages things as well as
any clutch of oligarchs. An hour or two, no longer."

"You know a lot about politics," Silence said, and did not add,
and about the sort of life Nnamdi leads. The words hung unspoken
in the air between them, and for a second she wondered if she had
gone too far. Then Chase Mago ducked his head in embarrassment.

"My father was an oligarch--a new man, the first new man to break
into the Circle of Families on Kesse in a hundred years, but still
an oligarch. I just absorbed a lot of things, growing up in his
house."

"And he let you become an engineer?"

Chase Mago shrugged. "I had brothers, and my father thought I'd be
happiest and most useful if I could help run the family fleet.
That was how I escaped when the Hegemony put Kesse to the sack." A
spasm of pain crossed his bearded face, and Silence did not need
to ask what had happened to his family.


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"I'm sorry," she murmured. For a long moment, neither said
anything. Then Silence smiled, wistfully. "My family always wanted
me to marry an oligarch, but I don't think this is what they had
in mind."

Chase Mago looked down at her, his face breaking into the first
real smile she had seen from him. "But you're not first-family
yourself."

"No, my kin are merchants, clients of one of our oligarchs,"
Silence answered. "But when I was nineteen, the third son of Vald
Kiollr--he was one of the most powerful men in the senate at that
time--asked me to marry him. He was everything a girl could want--
handsome, clever, only twelve years older than I. My parents
didn't believe I was serious about becoming a pilot until I
refused him the third time. The next year, my grandfather got his
patron to sponsor me for my license."

"Kiollr." Chase Mago was frowning, oblivious to the rest of her
story. "The Kiollr are on Cap Bel, aren't they?"

"Yes. I'm from there."

"And a Kiollr arranged the general surrender, didn't he?"

"Yes," Silence said again. Chase Mago's face darkened with an old
anger, and the pilot hurried on. "Not all of Cap Bel supported
him, not even all the oligarchs. That's how my grandfather lost
his fortune, reinstating Avaras--that was his patron--when the
Hegemony despoiled him. And not all the Rusadir's as defensible as
Kesse. We don't have the fleets or the moon stations to fight
from."

Chase Mago's expression eased a little. "I know. I'm sorry."

"It's all right," Silence said, vaguely. She could still remember
when Avaras had been ruined, the second year she had had her
license. She had been flying one of Avaras's smaller ships, and
had brought it home only to see her captain forced to hand over


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ship and cargo to the Hegemon's men. There had been nothing left
for her, she had thought, and she had gone home, numb, to find her
female kin in tears and her grandfather at the computers, calmly
turning assets into cash. Of all Avaras's clients, only three had
stood by him, turning over their own funds to help him buy back
his properties. Bodua Leigh had given more than any--he had
received most, he said, in Avaras's good days--and bankrupted
himself in the process.

The observatory had emptied while they stood talking. The stars
and the half-hidden fire of the nebula had become faintly
menacing, and the air seemed suddenly cold. "Let's go below," she
said.

Despite Chase Mago's confident prediction, the Council lasted
seven hours. Silence sat cross-legged on her uncomfortable bunk,
trying without much success to concentrate on a Misthian novel
borrowed from one of Tasarla's crew. The conventions of the plot
were peculiar, and her attention kept straying to the hallway
beyond her half-open door. At last there was a stirring in the
air, a muttering that began below the level of hearing and swelled
rapidly to full-scale shouting. Silence stepped to the door,
pushing it fully open, and leaned out into the hall.

"What's happened?"

"Council's over," a stranger in a patched shipsuit shouted
eagerly. "War's declared."

"On who?" she cried after him, but he had disappeared down the
hallway.

Chase Mago looked at her from his door, his expression grim. "No
use listening to rumors yet," he said, as much to himself as to
her. "We have to wait for Denis." Balthasar appeared at last,
following a gang of be-ribboned Numlulians. He looked very tired,
the skin of his face dragged tight over his harsh bones, and he
walked as though his back hurt.

"Well," he said, when he came close enough to be heard over the


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babble of talk filling the hall.

Chase Mago raised an eyebrow. "Well?" he repeated. "That's it?"

"Hardly," Balthasar said, with a bitter smile. "Let's talk."

The captain's cubicle was as cheerless as any of the others, more
so because Balthasar had made no effort to personalize the space.
The captain kicked his carryall beneath the bunk, clearing a
square of floor, and hoisted himself onto the mattress, pushing
back against the wall to make room for the others. Silence settled
herself on the very foot of the bunk; Chase Mago lowered himself
to the floor.

For a while no one spoke, until Silence nerved herself to say, "I
heard war's been declared."

Balthasar sighed and sat forward. "Yeah, well. Apparently the
Hegemon's decided to start cracking down on Wrath-of-God's
connections inside the Hegemony. The Council might've known he
wouldn't tolerate that forever. And this crackdown's neither
subtle nor discriminating, from all accounts."

Silence remembered one battered ship she had seen in the Mageara
wheel, remembered too Tasarla saying the crew was being kept in
quarantine.

"Was Skrymir involved in that?"

Balthasar grinned. "And how. The Navy's caught two others--
squadron mates to the twin fours that came in last--and the crews
just vanished. They're either dead, or the Hegemon's magi have
them, and I, for one, hope they're dead. Skrymir got real lucky,
that's all. She carries Delian markings, and that made the
Hegemon's people just wary enough. You saw the damage she took
anyway."

Silence nodded, remembering the scored paint and the dulled, off-
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"And that's not all," Balthasar continued, with a sort of grim
relish. "They've arrested two of our factors in the Rusadir,
executed one with all his family, and are ready to do the same to
the other one. Not to mention that they publicly flogged the
satrap of Inarime--and him an aristocrat, one of the Thousand--for
not keeping a closer eye on his customs officers."

"And the customs officers?" Silence asked, after a moment.

"Dead."

"That would explain why it's been harder to bribe the customs
people lately," Chase Mago said. The captain grunted, and the
engineer went on, "I didn't think we did that much business
through the Hegemony. Not enough for this to hurt too much."

"We don't," Balthasar said. "We mostly live off their ships, but
we still need contact. But there's also talk on Asterion that when
the Navy has dealt with the Rusadir--secured them, that is--
they'll move into the Fringe."

Silence shivered. The Fringe Worlds, unprotected by any league of
planets, would be even less of a match for the Hegemony than the
Rusadir had been. And with the Fringe gone, Wrath-of-God would
have no place left to sell its plunder. "So what did they
propose?" she asked.

"A raid on Arganthonios," Balthasar said.

"The water world?" Chase Mago looked up. "That would hurt the
Hegemony, all right."

So it would, Silence thought, but it might hurt us, too.
Arganthonios was an anomalous world, a thin skin of ordinary ice
concealing a core of elemental water--and it was elemental water
that powered a starship's harmonium. Arganthonios was the single
largest source of the substance in the known galaxy; control of
that was one of the cornerstones of the Hegemon's power. It was
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"Arganthonios must have a substantial garrison," she said
cautiously.

Balthasar grimaced. Silence thought the expression might have
started as a smile. "It does. But the Council has decided to throw
all our ships against it."

"All?" Silence could not keep the protest from her voice.

Even Chase Mago looked startled. "The couriers can't be of much
use, surely."

"Oh, but the raid's practical, too," Balthasar answered. "The
Hegemon is talking about refusing to sell water from Arganthonios
to outsiders. So the captains plan to take enough of it to fill
all our tanks, enough to last two or three years."

"How?" Chase Mago asked.

"The big ships--the fives and sixes, and anything else with enough
guns to be useful--will swoop in first and secure the planet. Then
the rest of us will land and load up with the water." Balthasar
added quickly, "Don't worry, Julie, the shipwrights will make the
modifications to the holds."

"And retune when they're done?"

"Of course," Balthasar said.

"They'd better," the engineer said, but without heat. Some of the
worry was smoothed from his face as he contemplated the attack,
and the damage to the Hegemony. Silence shook her head.

"I suppose there's no way out of this," she said.

Balthasar smiled wryly. "None."

The next week was spent planning for the raid. Sun-Treader was
assigned a place in the third wave of couriers--Ostinato was part
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follow between Wrath-of-God and Arganthonios. She had flown the
Lion-Road before, but she spent hours with her starbooks anyway,
defeating uneasiness with the familiar symbols. She saw little of
the others. Balthasar was occupied by almost constant captains'
councils, and Chase Mago spent his waking hours at the docks,
supervising the shipwrights. The day's routine was set by the
Voice of the Council, her perfectly modulated tones issuing new
orders at regular intervals. Silence asked again about her,
wondering how even Wrath-of-God could give so much power to a
woman, and Balthasar explained, looking over his shoulder as he
spoke. The Voice was a revenant, he said, an idiot or a criminal
bought by a magus, who then destroyed the existing personality and
replaced it with a matrix only slightly more complex than that
given to a homunculus. The Voice was capable of repeating the most
complex instructions, and of making very simple decisions, but she
could never use her power as the Council's representative to
create a policy of her own.

The use of a revenant was only too typical of Wrath-of-God; a
black carelessness filled the station, and Silence found her
thoughts slowly deadened by it. The raid was a gamble, but unreal--
the couriers grumbled a little, but were solaced by the thought of
the profits to be made. The warships' crews were frankly ecstatic--
but none of it affected her. She knew she should be afraid, and
was not; only the unreality of it all raised a nagging worry.
Sitting on her bunk in the badly lit room, she opened the Speculum
to the pages showing the Lion-Road, but could not concentrate on
the over-familiar symbols. Sighing, she set it aside, and reached
for the Gilded Stairs. The odd texture of the treated paper
reminded her that this was not her copy. She turned the pages
anyway, glancing idly at the unfamiliar tables and strange roads.

While the number of roads known to the compiler of this version of
the Gilded Stairs was limited, the number of planets he had known
was far greater than she had imagined. The major worlds of
Hegemony and Rusadir were listed in the tables, and a few of the
Fringe planets, but there were also listings for planets that had
been destroyed in the Millennial Wars. There were worlds she had
never heard of, and she assumed that they, like Latmos and
Vahalis, were among the planets shattered by the war. Then she


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recognized, among a table full of unfamiliar names, Sicyon, and
then Aja. Those were Rose Worlds, prohibited worlds, and she
wondered if the other names in the table could be variants of the
other planets of the ring. Lemirey might be Limyre, she thought,
and el Mersa could be Mersaa Maia. That was easily enough checked,
and she turned quickly to the New Aquarius, comparing the listings
for the roads between Asterion, listed in both books, and Mersaa.
The books gave the same roads, and she turned back to the Gilded
Stairs with a feeling of satisfaction. It was rather amusing to
think that she now shared the vaunted secrets of the Rose-Worlder
pilots. No one knew precisely what they had to hide, though there
was much speculation. The majority, like Otto Razil, said that the
Rose Worlds knew how to reach Earth.... Silence drew a sharp
breath. Was it possible that this book might really hold the key
Razil had been looking for?

There was no index. Instead, the entries in the tables that made
up the first third of the book were arranged according to an
unfamiliar system. She could not work out the key, and was finally
reduced to going through it page by page. And then, among the mix
of symbols and oddly misspelled planetary names, she saw it: the
circle surrounding a cross that stood for Earth. The cross-
referenced worlds, the originating planets, were ones she did not
recognize, though at least one of the roads was a familiar one.
Perhaps that was why no one had noticed the value of this copy,
she thought. The listed worlds were mostly unknown or unreachable,
so the Earth symbol, if anyone had noticed it, had been ignored
because the roads were useless. But probably not completely so,
she thought. I imagine that, with patience, I could trace those
worlds, and from there I could reach Earth-- I wonder why
Grandfather never noticed this? Probably because he never looked,
she told herself. He had bought it only a few days before his
death, if he had bought it for her name-day--and that day had come
and gone, she realized suddenly, without her noticing--and even if
he had bought it earlier, he was not particularly interested in
the arcana of the pilot's art. It would have been like him to buy
it without ever looking beyond Gregor Mosi's initials.

She pulled herself up off the bunk, wondering if Balthasar were in
his room. Then she hesitated. If she told the Delian what she had


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found, the Council would inevitably hear about it--she was sure
their surveillance was more than adequate. And that's something I
don't want to risk, she thought. If Wrath-of-God had the Earth-
Road... I don't know what they'd do, how they'd handle it, but I'd
almost rather see Otto find Earth first. She closed and locked her
Gilded Stairs, then buried it at the bottom of her carryall,
pulling a shirt over it. She could not even think of looking for
the worlds that had been the departure points for Earth until she
was well clear of Wrath-of-God--and probably not even then, she
admitted. But at least I can always sell the book, if I need
money. If we survive this raid. For the first time, the
possibility of death seemed real, and she wished she could spend
what might be her last days on any world but Wrath-of-God.

Twenty-four hours after her discovery, the warships lifted from
their docks; six hours after that, the couriers followed. Sun-
Treader did not so much lift from her cradle as fall from it, her
harmonium tuned low, barely giving her steerage way. Sweating,
Balthasar took the ship through the confusion of traffic, dodging
other formations and ships under tow. Sun-Treader was sluggish in
the interference from the other harmonia, and the captain took his
time working her into her assigned spot behind Ostinato. Chase
Mago lowered the pitch of the harmonium even further then, waiting
for the signal from the fleet commander.

Finally, the formation was complete. At the head of the long
column of starships, the fleet commander gave a signal, which was
reflected back along the line of ships. Silence saw Balthasar's
face pale as Ostinato repeated the brief transmission and opened
the stops of her harmonium. The captain's eyes were fixed on the
twin pitch recorders, one tuned to Ostinato, the other to his own
harmonium. To keep station, he and Chase Mago would have to keep
Sun-Treader's harmonium tuned a full step below Ostinato's primary
note.

"Now," Balthasar said quietly.

Silence reached for the transmitter switch, sent the prepared
signal to the ships behind them. At the same moment, Chase Mago
opened the stops, and the music rose glorious, only to waver


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instantly into dissonance. Balthasar winced and touched his keys,
bringing the ship back into line. The interference eased, but did
not disappear entirely, and Silence glanced nervously at the
strain gauges. The needles were flickering, but only at the edge
of the yellow area. They had a long way to go before they reached
the red danger mark.

"Acceptable?" Balthasar asked, without taking his eyes from the
pitch indicators.

"Looks fine to me," Silence answered.

"Good." .

When the pitch indicators showed Sun-Treader to be less than
twenty minutes from the twelfth of heaven, Silence climbed to the
pilot's bridge. It took every exercise she had learned in
apprenticeship to put herself in the proper state of receptivity,
but at last she was able to look at the fading bulkheads with some
confidence. She knew the Lion-Road well enough, but had never
flown any road in company with so many other ships. She could not
entirely quell the fear that she would lose control of Sun-Treader
in the eddies and backwash set up by other ships.

"Are you ready, Silence?" Balthasar asked. In the background,
Silence could hear Chase Mago's monotonous chant, counting off the
fractions as they approached the twelfth. Balthasar would be
paying more attention to the readings from Ostinato, keeping Sun-
Treader half a step behind.

"Ready," she said softly, and did not expect an acknowledgement.
She rested her hands on the control yoke, fingers on the lock, and
waited as the metal surrounding her grew nebulous and vanished all
together.

"You have control, Silence."

The pilot snapped off the lock and searched quickly for her
bearing. To her surprise, the marks were palely visible already,
the snarling cats setting the path that curved gently down to a


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gate that seemed to be shaped both like a prison portcullis and
the mouth of a lion. She shook her head, trying to make the lion's
head come clear, but the dual image persisted. It was the other
pilots' doing, she realized. The standard texts disagreed on the
symbol for the end of the path, and purgatory was doing its best
to accommodate both visions.

Sun-Treader fell into the proper path almost without her help, its
path eased rather than hindered by the starships that had preceded
it. Seeing that, Silence relaxed a little, staring at the chain of
ships. Ostinato rode ahead of her, her keel shining rainbow
bright, and beyond her was the slimmer arrow of Micah, half
transparent and glowing. Beyond Micah was Freya's Witch, and
beyond her more ships whose names Silence did not know, strung out
like beads on a string. They were all in the road, not a ripple of
dissonance to mark a deviation.

As the lead ships approached the distorted image of the gate, the
first dissonance appeared. It was harder to control the ships as
they fell out of purgatory; captains lost control of their
harmonia, setting up new distortion. The needles of the new strain
gauges set into the yoke jumped sharply, hung just at the edge of
the red zone. Sun-Treader shivered, and Silence tightened her hold
on the control yoke.

The disturbance grew worse as Sun-Treader came up on the gate,
apparent speed increasing as they fell away from five-twelfths of
heaven. The ship bucked, then swerved crazily as a new eddy
manifested itself as a tiny tiger crouched to spring.

Silence brought them back into line, but not before the harmonium
shrieked wildly. She heard Chase Mago swear, and realized that he
had lost control of the tuning. The end of the path loomed ahead
of them, Ostinato framed against the teeth of the half-lowered
bars. Or were those a lion's teeth? Silence's head swam as she
tried to take in the double picture. With an effort, she banished
the lion's head.

They were gaining on Ostinato. She was sure of that despite the
difficulty of judging relative distance, with only illusion to


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measure it against. She bit her lip, hesitating. Should she wait,
take the chance that both ships would make it out before they
collided, or should she risk the dissonances that bordered the
path and sheer off now?

"Julie, watch the pitch," Balthasar snapped in her ears. "Watch
it, we're climbing their tail."

Chase Mago's only response was an inarticulate growl. He'd lost
it, Silence realized, was no longer a fraction ahead of things.
Sun-Treader seemed to leap forward suddenly, and she no longer had
a choice.

To either side loomed the stone pillars of the gate, terribly
solid even as the illusion faded. Below was indeterminate, a
nothingness she avoided without knowing why she did it. Even
before she was completely aware of her reasoning, she leaned back
against the control yoke, hauling the protesting ship up and out
of the path. The illusory world around her spun crazily as she
twisted the yoke against the stuff of purgatory, dissonance that
was the gate-image, momentarily bit into and through it. A ghost
of sound passed through the pilot's bridge, and then they were
through, falling rapidly away from purgatory.

Silence clung to the yoke, retching, then gathered enough strength
to lock her controls. That touch of celestial stuff had very
nearly been too much for her material self.

"Are you all right?" Balthasar demanded. "Silence? Are you all
right? God, that was completely off the scale. Silence?"

The pilot swallowed carefully. "I think I'm all right," she
whispered. "I will be, anyway."

"You don't sound it," Balthasar said. "Julie, lock things down and
get up there--"

"I'm fine," Silence said, and almost meant it. "I'm better
already."



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"I--" Balthasar broke off as the interships channel crackled to
life.

"Balthasar 70219, Sun-Treader, you are off station."

Silence did not bother to smother her weak giggle, and Balthasar
snarled, "Tell me something I don't know. Ayaz 59982, Mesmer, we
were overrunning Ostinato."

Ayaz, the fleet commander, seemed unruffled by Balthasar's tone.
"Report any damage, Balthasar 70219, Sun-Treader."

"Well, Julie?" Balthasar asked.

"We need to retune," the engineer answered. Listening, Silence
could almost hear something different, something not quite right,
perhaps a single note a half-step higher, that changed the
harmonium's song from pleasant to faintly wearing.

"Right away?" Balthasar asked.

"As soon as possible," Chase Mago answered. "But we could go
another gate or two. If we have to."

"Ayaz 59982, Mesmer, this is Balthasar 70219, Sun-Treader. We need
to retune, but it's not quite desperate."

"Received. Tasarla 68035, Ostinato, report your condition," Ayaz
said.

Tasarla's answer was quick and cheerful. "Ayaz

59982, Mesmer, this is Tasarla 68035, Ostinato. We're all right,
nothing more than a shaking. Nice piloting, Silence."

"Thanks," Silence murmured, though she was certain the transmitter
was off.

"No gossip, Tasarla 68035, Ostinato," Ayaz said. "Change places
with Balthasar 70219, Sun-Treader."


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"Acknowledged," Balthasar said, and Tasarla echoed him.

Slowly, Silence pulled herself upright. She still felt shaky, but
not as sick as before. Carefully, she let herself down the ladder,
rung by rung, then dropped heavily into her couch. Even that
limited activity left her dizzy, and she had to close her eyes for
a moment before she could summon the strength to secure the safety
webbing.

"Are you sure you're all right?"

Silence nodded. "I really am. I'm better already."

The captain looked dubious, but the shift to approach formation
demanded his attention. "The warships have secured the orbits, and
things seem to be going well on the ground--channel four, if you
want to listen."

Silence shook her head, staring at the screens. Visual and musonar
showed Arganthonios and its sun, forever circling an invisible
point like a pair of wary wrestlers. They were bound together by
limited Newtonian forces, pushed apart by the mutually exclusive
elements, fire and water. The musica mundana, reflected in the
Ficinan model, showed the contrasting forces interwoven, each
distorting the other, achieving only a precarious harmony. On the
visual screen, Arganthonios showed almost as bright as its elderly
sun. Sun-Treader was still too far out for the scanners to be able
to distinguish the picket ships, but the musonar showed them
clearly, two rings of bright dots, one banding the planet at the
equator, the other circling it from pole to pole. A cluster of
lights hovered around Arganthonios' irregular moon: the garrison
was fighting back. "So we're going in," Balthasar finished grimly.

Chapter 5

The descent to Arganthonios was unexpectedly easy. The fleet of
couriers fanned out into landing formation, designed to minimize
the impact of any attack from the planet, and met nothing except
the guidance signals from the orbiting warships and the beacons


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planted beneath the temporary fields. There had even been time to
set up field harmonia, so Balthasar did not have to make an
unassisted landing, balancing the keel against the song of the
planet's core. Sun-Treader rode the beam down as she would onto
any world, onto padded skids rather than a cradle, and was dragged
to one side by a team of heavy-duty homunculi. Balthasar and Chase
Mago saw to the fitting of baffles around the already stressed
keel, and adjusted the chocks that held the ship upright, ready
for a quick liftoff.

Silence waited for them just within the hatchway, an unfamiliar
projectile rifle cradled in her arms, her heylin slung at her
waist. Cold settled over the ship, chilling her in spite of the
thickly quilted jacket and trousers provided by the quartermasters
on Wrath-of-God. With the cold came the quiet, doubly unnatural on
a planet just taken by storm. There was no noise, no shouting, not
even the nearly soundless popping of heylins or the flat crack of
the projectile rifles. Across the steaming metal of the temporary
field, she could just make out a cannon emplacement, half-hidden
by the last ship in the parking line. It took much more effort to
find the white-garbed troops who manned it, but when she finally
picked them out of the snow, they were drinking coffee, very much
at their ease.

When the men returned, they brought the cold with them, an
invisible cloud about their bodies. Chase Mago headed immediately
for the engine room to set up collectors to power the secondary
plant. Balthasar and Silence remained behind to set up the
security devices--monitors that would sound alarms if anything
moved too close to the ship--then retreated to the commons.

"Isn't there something we should be doing?" Silence asked.

Chase Mago passed her a mug of coffee from the giant urn, and she
sipped at it cautiously. The engineer had left his jacket on her
chair, and she lifted it off, noting as she did how the cold still
clung to it. Her own clothes were chill, too, and she worked her
way out of them, precariously balancing the mug.

"Like what?" Balthasar asked. He, too, accepted a cup of coffee,


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and drank half of it                   in a single gulp, before beginning to strip
off his cold-weather                   gear. "We aren't heavily armed enough to help
in securing the main                   installation, and the field guards don't need
our help. All we can                   do is wait for the order to start loading the
water."

"And be ready to lift," Chase Mago interjected quietly. "Where do
we go, Denis, if things go wrong?"

"There's nothing in the plan," Balthasar said. "It's too late for
things to go wrong."

I don't like the sound of that, Silence thought, and saw Chase
Mago surreptitiously make a gesture to avert bad luck.

"All right, so what's your plan?" the engineer asked.

Balthasar shrugged. "The Madakh, I suppose. Or would Ariassus be
better?" He took a deep breath and, with a great effort, focused
his attention on the idea, "Yes, I think Ariassus. Bigger
population, more ships calling there, and the governor doesn't ask
questions even if the Hegemon does pay his salary. Silence, go
ahead and set up a course for us, Arganthonios to Ariassus--plot a
backup, too. Arganthonios to the Madakh." He glared at Chase Mago.
"Does that satisfy you?"

The engineer, staring into his coffee, said nothing. Silence rose
and went into her cabin to collect her starbooks. I didn't think
Julie was being that unreasonable, she thought, lifting the
mattress and unlocking the strongbox. It seems only reasonable to
want to have a disaster plan. But then, Balthasar had a point,
too. It was too late for things to go wrong. If they were attacked
now, there would be nothing to do but run. Or be blasted on the
ground.... She shied away from that thought, flipping quickly
through the tables in the New Aquarius, but the planet's chill
quiet had crept into her cabin. She was uneasily aware of the
slightest creaking of cold metal, of the occasional scuff of a
footstep outside her door. In the end, she swept up her books and
returned to the commons.



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The others were sitting as she had left them, but Balthasar had
lit the wall screen, which showed a picture taken by a camera
placed just above the main hatch--the row of parked ships, the
snow beyond them, and the spindly drilling towers. She squinted at
it, and thought she could just make out the cannon emplacement at
the edge of the temporary field.

"Nothing yet?" she asked, and Chase Mago answered, "Nothing."

Silence sighed, and spread her books across the table, pulling up
a chair so she could work in comfort. The tables in the New
Aquarius listed only three routes between Arganthonios and
Ariassus, and none between Arganthonios and the Madakh, but the
Topoi's tables listed seven for each. Two of those were familiar
roads, ones so common she had lost count of the number of times
she had flown them. She could take Sun-Treader through to either
the Madakh or Ariassus, even if the ship were falling apart around
her, or if she herself were hurt. And it spared her the effort--
likely to be unsuccessful--of trying to memorize voidmarks when
her mind was on other things.

She closed her books and put them away in her cabin, then returned
to the commons. Balthasar had a fresh cup of coffee, but nothing
else had changed. In the screen, night was falling on
Arganthonios, grey-white fading into the blues and violets of
twilight. In the distance, she could just see a sliver of moon
rising behind the drilling towers, casting the faintest ripple of
light across the gently mounded snow.

Suddenly, lights blazed from the top of the drilling towers and
from the roofs of the other buildings. She jumped, reaching
instinctively for the heylin she had discarded with her heavy
jacket and, in the screen, the cannon's crew jumped for their
weapons and fired hastily. The blazing ball of energy blasted away
the darkness, nearly shorting out the camera and blinding the
three watchers in Sun-Treader's commons. When Silence's eyesight
returned to normal, she saw that that was all the damage it had
done. A great puddle was slowly refreezing on the hill beyond the
towers, but nothing else had changed.



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"Attention, attention," a voice blared over both loudspeakers and
the internal communications channel. "Kesin 453, ground forces
commander, speaking. There is no attack. Repeat, there is no
attack. All troops, cease fire at once."

"An automatic switch," Chase Mago said, and drew a shaky breath.

"Damn stupid of them not to warn us," Balthasar growled, but
before he could go on, the speakers crackled again.

"Attention, all personnel, this is Haldan 309, operations
coordinator. Stand by for fleet orders. All commanders check in."

"This is it," Balthasar said, and reached to touch a single button
set beneath the screen. The snow-covered landscape faded, and was
replaced by a man's face. In one corner of the screen, numbers
flickered rapidly, froze, then disappeared before Silence could
read the total.

"Attention, all personnel, this is Haldan 309, operations
coordinator," the man repeated. "Stand by for new orders. Orbital
control was achieved at 1428 hours, local; ground control at 1450.
However, the amount of elemental water in the storage tanks was
considerably less than projected, threatening the second half of
the Council's objective. Therefore, the senior captains have
decided that the fleet will remain on Arganthonios until enough
water can be pumped to fill our tanks back on Wrath-of-God. The
resident magi have agreed to operate the mining machinery in
exchange for interviews with selected captains and crewmen, on the
usual terms."

Silence could not help shaking her head in wonder. A magus would
sell his soul for new knowledge. These magi, despite their
presumed oaths of loyalty to the Hegemon, were prepared to give
active aid to his enemies, in exchange for the right to ask
questions. They were even willing to keep the answers secret--
those were the usual terms.

"Garrison troops will be held on the lunar station," Haldan went
on. "Transport captains will be detailed to ferry prisoners up


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there, and those selected for interview will also be notified
within the hour. Haldan 309, operations coordinator, ending
transmission."

"They're crazy," Balthasar said. "They're totally insane. What
makes them think the alert hasn't already gone out, and that we
won't have a whole task force down on us within the day?"

"Maybe it's worth the chance," Chase Mago said. "The water will
last for years, even at the rate the fleet uses it--"

The speaker buzzed again, and Silence reached for it quickly. "Sun-
Treader."

"Mikos 949, speaking for Haldan 309, operations coordinator.
You're the pilot?"

"Yes," Silence said.

"Right. I need to speak to Balthasar 70219."

The captain spoke without turning, raising his voice to carry to
the pickups. "What the hell do you want, Mikos?"

The coordinator's representative did not seem disturbed by the
obvious hostility. "Official orders, Balthasar 70219, Sun-Treader.
Your pilot is required by the magi--seems they've never heard of a
woman pilot before, at least one that wasn't a Misthian. She's to
take up residence in the main compound. You can come with her or
not, as you choose."

Balthasar ground his teeth, swung to face the screen. "I protest."

"Protest denied." Mikos's face softened a little. "You can bring
it before the Council when we get back, but I can tell you now you
won't get very far."

"Very well." Balthasar took a deep breath, fighting to control his
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"Thank you, Balthasar 70219, Sun-Treader. A sled will be by for
you in one local hour." The transmission ended abruptly, leaving
Balthasar staring at the blank screen.

"They're determined to kill us all," he said at last, quite
calmly, then turned on his heel and vanished into his cabin.

Silence stared at the table top, a lost feeling settling in her
stomach. It had been so good, the past few weeks, being treated
not as something strange or exotic, but merely as one of the crew.
It hurt to be an oddity again, to be reminded that she was a
woman, without status--and, worse than that, to be treated as a
commodity, something to be traded to the magi in exchange for
their help and silence.

"Don't blame Denis," Chase Mago said, after a moment. "There's
nothing he can do, if they won't allow a protest until we get back
to the Wrath." He hesitated, then added, "I'm sorry."

Silence waved a hand in negation. "It's all right." She could not
quite bring herself to say she was used to it, or that she was
glad to help, and compromised on, "It's not a difficult thing."

The sled arrived promptly an hour later, setting off the alarms
that ringed the ship. Balthasar made them wait while Chase Mago
set a trip lock at the hatch, so that opening it would also snap
on the ship's power and start the harmonium, then tossed their
bags into the cargo well behind the seats and climbed aboard,
extending a hand to help Silence up. The pilot followed
cautiously, stepping over the ice-coated running board directly
onto the floor of the cabin. Chase Mago climbed in next, followed
by a guard in white cold-weather gear heavily trimmed with ice-
colored fur. The sled jerked forward, its tiny wheels awkward on
the rough surface of the field, then slid off into the deep snow.
The wheels came up into their recesses, and the machine shot
forward, throwing Silence against the back of the seat. The cabin
was unheated, and she was grateful for the warm bodies to either
side.

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glaring spotlights turned the snowfield into an indistinct expanse
of glittering white and coal-black shadow. It was impossible to
see details, and Silence was glad when the sled slid to a stop in
front of one of the buildings. An airlock door was just visible,
set back into the thick walls, a waist-high retaining wall curving
beside it, presumably to protect it from the drifting snow.
Silence collected her bag, probing automatically through the thin
sides for the shape of her starbook, and pushed through the door
into a pleasantly lit hallway. The air inside was so cold it took
her breath away; she gasped and tightened the collar of her
jacket.

A mercenary from the assault team was waiting for them, his head
tilted to one side as he listened to the chatter from a tiny
mechanical box clipped to his collar. The words were gibberish to
Silence, though she thought she recognized the language as the
soldier's guild's private tradetalk, but the mercenary muttered
something in response, and came forward.

"Come with me, Captain, sieuri?"

The three followed silently down the white-walled corridor, then
into another identical hallway, then down a short flight of stairs
and through a corridor that grew suddenly low-ceilinged as they
passed from one building to another. The air was warmer in the
second building, and there were guards posted unobtrusively at the
top of the stairs from the connecting tunnel, manning a small
cannon. Their escort tossed them a salute, and the gun crew
returned it silently.

There were signs of fighting here, the first Silence had seen
since the landing. The walls were stained, a door had been blasted
away, and she caught a quick glimpse of charred furniture and
ruined machinery. Guards were posted at many of the doorways, and
the men who moved through the halls were either soldiers from the
landing team or bore the tattoos of the warship's crews. For a
moment, Silence wondered why this part of the installation was so
important, but then they passed a board filled with directional
hieroglyphics. Main power plant controls to the left,
communications and astrology one flight up, drill monitoring and


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map... of course the assault commanders would concentrate their
men here.

Their escort led them down another short flight of stairs, past
yet another cannon emplacement, and into a third building. There
was heat here, too, but very little else to provide comfort.
Furniture was piled in the hall outside office doors; one was open
a crack, and Silence could see a very young soldier asleep on a
thin mat, one arm thrown up against the light.

"What is this area normally?" Balthasar asked.

"Magi's quarters, laborants' hall, and workrooms," the soldier
answered. He glanced at Balthasar, saw more questions in the
captain's eyes, and sighed. "We kicked the magi out of their
regular quarters and have them under guard in one corner of the
building. We took the laborants up to the lunar station with the
garrison, just in case. You get one of the workrooms." He stopped
in front of an unmarked door, and kicked the lower right-hand
corner. The door slid back, revealing a stack of folded cots and a
tiny portable heater. "Heat goes down at 2200. Follow the signs
for dining hall and lavatories. And don't go wandering around.
There's no heat in any of the other buildings, and you could
freeze to death."

"Thank you," Balthasar said bitterly, but the man was already out
of earshot.

Chase Mago sighed, tossed his bag into a corner, and began
methodically unfolding the cots.

"Are the ground troops always this friendly?" Silence asked.

To her surprise, Balthasar managed a wry grin. "They aren't
usually this bad, no. But I'm sure they aren't happy about the
change of plans, either."

Chase Mago had finished unfolding the cots, and knelt by the
heater. After a brief examination, he pushed it away in disgust.
"That thing's no good. The power cell is nearly drained."


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"Wonderful," Silence muttered. Raising her voice, she added, "How
cold does it get when the heat goes down?"

The engineer shrugged, and Balthasar said, "Cold."

"Very funny." Silence glared at the others a moment, then, with an
effort, controlled her anger. "Should we try and get some food?"

"Sounds good to me," Chase Mago said, accepting her implicit
apology, but Balthasar held up his hand.

"No, I brought rations from the ship. We're better off staying
here, out of the troops' way, and besides, I want to talk to you."
He settled himself on one of the bare mattresses. Pilot and
engineer exchanged glances, then copied him.

"Look, if the Hegemony comes back, we're going to need a plan of
action," Balthasar began. He lowered his voice. "And I don't mean
the official, fight-to-the-last kind, either. If we're attacked,
we head for the ship, above-ground."

"What if they've brought siege engines?" Chase Mago asked.

"If they do, then we try to get to the tunnel to the drill towers,
and take our chances in the open from there," Balthasar answered.
"But I doubt they will. It would be too tricky, with all the
elemental water just below the crust--the engines would be more
likely to break the planet open than to disrupt us."

The engineer nodded, and Balthasar went on. "There's a lock to the
surface two cross-corridors back." He searched briefly in his
pockets and, after a moment, Chase Mago handed him a tiny notebook
and pen. The captain tore a sheet from the back pages and
scribbled on it for a minute, then held up a crude diagram.

"Turn left from this door, down two corridors, then left again,
and you'll see stairs and an emergency lock. From there, you can
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Silence took the sheet of paper, studied it for a moment without
speaking, then handed it to Chase Mago. They could make it out of
the building, she thought, but there wasn't much chance they could
make it across the open snowfields to the ship. But then,
Balthasar had never promised that.

"Any questions?" the captain said, after a moment.

Silence shook her head, and the engineer said, "I can't think of
any."

"Then let's eat," Balthasar said, reaching for his bag.

The meal was a quiet one, and shortly after they had finished, the
heat began to fade. Each cot was equipped with a heavy sleepsack,
and Silence crawled into hers fully dressed. Feeling like a fool,
she wrestled with buttons and ties, and finally freed herself of
her outer layer of clothing, setting it on the floor beneath the
cot. Chase Mago did the same, folding himself to fit into a too-
short bag, but Balthasar stripped without regard for an audience.
Silence watched in sleepy fascination--the captain was leanly
muscled, brown-skinned and fit, belying the grey in his hair--but
Chase Mago yawned loudly. Balthasar glanced at him, his expression
unreadable, then reached to dim the lights.

Silence woke shivering, her body contracted to a tight knot
beneath the layers of the sleepsack. Wincing, she tried to
straighten her legs against the painful stiffness of her muscles,
whistling softly at a cramp in one calf. The fabric was icy
beneath her feet, and her toes were beginning to ache from the
cold. The heater's broken down completely, she thought, but a
quick glance showed a pinpoint of red light in the far corner.
Theoretically, at least, it was functioning. Still shivering, she
worked one arm out of the sleepsack, and rummaged beneath the cot
frame for the clothes she had discarded earlier, heaping them on
top of the sack. They stopped the shivering, but she did not dare
uncurl from her fetal position for fear of dislodging them.

"Silence?" That was Balthasar, whispering across darkness and the
intervening cot. "Are you awake?"


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"Yes."

"Julie?"

The engineer mumbled something inarticulate, but Silence, shifting
uneasily beneath the piled clothes, could see his eyes wide open
through the darkness.

"Are you as cold as I am?" Balthasar went on.

"Frozen," Silence answered.

"It'd be warmer if we put all the sacks together." Balthasar said.

For a moment, no one said anything, and then Silence shrugged.
"Anything to get warm again," she said.

"I'll agree with that," Chase Mago mumbled.

In the end, they simply piled the cot frames one on top of the
other, then, shivering, fastened the sleepsacks together and
climbed in. Silence huddled in the middle sack, wondering
miserably if she would ever be warm again. To either side, captain
and engineer shifted restlessly, each trying to avoid the others'
cold feet. For some reason, the situation reminded her of nothing
so much as the outings sponsored by her grandfather's patron for
the offspring of his clients, and she smothered a laugh at the
memory. While the boys went camping, the girls were taken to one
of the summer compounds on the Garumnan coast, where they spent
the days swimming and sunbathing, and learning the traditional
female crafts. At night, they took the mattresses from the beds
and spread them together on the floor, so they could huddle
together and share secrets in the dark. But that had been a long
time ago, and the secrets they had shared had had to do with
dreams and ghosts and whispers of boys. The memory was comforting
and, as she grew slowly warmer, she slept.

Silence woke to find herself curled tightly against Balthasar's
side, her cheek on his shoulder. Chase Mago was nowhere in sight.


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Silence lay frozen for a moment, wondering what to do. If she
moved, she would wake him, and in pulling away would look like the
stereotypical homebred girl whose virginity was her only property.
On the other hand, she had no particular desire to have him wake
up to find her in his arms. Maybe if I stretched, she thought,
that would wake him, and I could pretend I'd just wakened myself.
At that moment, Balthasar opened his eyes. He blinked twice, as
though disconcerted, and then his lips curved in a knowing smile.
Silence glared and sat up quickly to hide her blush.

"Good morning," Balthasar said, and the smile turned into a grin.

Pig, Silence thought, and felt her face freeze automatically into
that stony incomprehension that had been her best defense against
all men, from oligarch's sons to fellow star-travellers. "Do you
want breakfast?"

She pulled on her quilted trousers and reached for the ration
packs discarded next to the heater. One had been broken open, and
Chase Mago had scrawled a short note on the inner wrapping: "Gone
to see about quick-tuning Sun-Treader. Back when I can."

"What's up?" Balthasar asked. Coming up behind her, he rested his
hands very lightly on her shoulders, a touch at once tentative and
apologetic. "I suppose I ruined my chances," he added.

Words and tone were at odds with his cautious hands. Silence
glanced over her shoulder, not knowing how to answer. A flat
agreement would sound petty, and anything else would sound
flirtatious; she settled on naivete.

"Chances?" Without waiting for his answer, she went on, "Julie's
gone to see about the keel."

The captain's hands lifted                         from her shoulders. "Maybe not
utterly," he murmured, but                         his expression, when she glanced again
at him, was oddly wistful.                         He saw her look, and his manner changed
abruptly. "So Julie thinks                         he can quick-tune?"

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said.

"I doubt he can do it," Balthasar mused.

Privately, Silence agreed with him, Quick-tuning--forcing a
stressed keel temporarily back to its original pitch--had to be
done in the confined space of a tuner's shed, or else the
beneficial harmonies dissipated before any good could be done. She
shrugged again, and changed the subject. "What about the magi?
Will they send for me, or what?"

"I don't know," Balthasar said, and reached for a ration pack.
Silence copied him, seating herself precariously on the edge of
the bottommost cot. The captain sat on the floor. "I am sorry
about this," he said presently. "I intend to file a protest at the
next captains' council."

"It's not worth it on my account."

Balthasar looked up with a quirky smile. "Oh, I'm not just doing
it for you, I admit it. There's a matter of my rights as captain
and freeholder to be considered. My crew shouldn't be dragged off
without their first consulting me and getting my consent."

"I see." Silence busied herself with her ration pack, wondering as
she nibbled at the flat, faintly bitter drybread whether she
should be flattered at once again being treated as just another
crew member. She put that question aside with the rations, and
began to return the room to its original condition. After a
moment, Balthasar moved to help her.

She had just set her own sleepsack back on its cot frame when
someone knocked at the door. Balthasar moved to open it, one hand
in his jacket pocket.

The young man who stood in the doorway was wearing star-
traveller's clothes rather than a mercenary's uniform, and Wrath-
of-God's mark was dark on the back of one hand. "Denis? The magi
are ready to talk to your pilot now."



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"Tell her yourself," Balthasar growled.

"Sieura?" the messenger began, and Silence said, "I heard." She
reached into her carryall for her heylin, checking to make sure
the touchplate was warm beneath her thumb, then tucked it into her
pocket. "I'm ready."

"I protest, Kirkja," Balthasar said wearily.

"I know." The messenger grimaced. "What can I do? They know you're
not happy."

Balthasar made a gesture of disgust, and Kirkja sighed. "Sieura?
If you'd come with me?"

"Of course," Silence said.

The magi were comfortably imprisoned in a room on the top level of
the building, watched only by a single guard from the assault
team. He checked their credentials, then unlocked the door.

Three men who had been sitting on a low couch rose to their feet;
the others, already standing, nodded with old-fashioned courtesy.

Silence froze. These weren't the mere technicians she had been
subconsciously expecting, men whose talents confined them to the
simpler arts one step above a mechanic's skill, men who inquired
into anomalies like herself merely out of a sense of duty. These
were high magi, men who manipulated heaven and submaterial hell
with ease, as one small part of their greater work. Dangerous men.

But the magi were also honest, she reminded herself, at least in
the sense that they kept their given word. They were too powerful,
too dangerous, and at the same time too few and too
individualistic, and therefore vulnerable, not to have to guard
jealously their reputation as honorable, disinterested men. If
they pledged her safety, she was safe. Even so, she walked very
warily into the room.

She was at once conscious of the stares. The magi were eating her


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with their eyes, stripping not her clothes but every thread of
information that she possessed that might help them to understand
the workings of the universe. Theirs was not a physical Just--
indeed, they seemed unaware of her as a woman--but an intellectual
one, far more frightening than the stares of men on the street
because it denied her even the reality of a body.

Behind her, Kirkja cleared his throat. "Sieura Leigh, I present
the Masters of Art Omanisa Boldisar and Rahab Magire; the Master
in Fire Adem Girault; the Doctors Grantham Axtell, Saskska
Alassid, Haram Ubald. Sieuri, Silence Leigh."

The oldest of them all--Silence thought it was Alassid, but the
introductions had gone too quickly for her to be certain--cleared
his throat and said, "thank you, Kirkja. That will be all."

Kirkja bowed and left, closing the door behind him. At the same
time, the Master in Fire said, "Won't you sit down, Sieura Leigh?"

He gestured to a chair standing next to the low table that held an
elegant silver coffee service. Silence sat carefully, marveling
that Wrath-of-God's troops had not robbed them of all these
riches. Besides the coffee service, worth five hundred Delian
pounds at the least, she saw statuary in highly polished electrum,
and a dome beneath which an immensely fragile dancing doll stood
frozen in midstep. But then, magi were considered neutrals
throughout the galaxy. And no one could afford to earn their
enmity; though they would not unite to oppose an enemy, their
refusal to work for any state was tantamount to passing a sentence
of death.

"Coffee?" one of the masters of arts asked. Silence nodded, and he
held a fragile-looking cup beneath the spigot of the immense
silver urn. The pilot took it, murmuring her thanks, and sipped
cautiously. It was hot and heavily spiced, sweeter than she liked.

Alassid cleared his throat again. "Ah, Sieura Leigh. You do
understand the terms of our agreement?"

"Yes, I think so."


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"Nevertheless, I would like to go over them, just to make
certain." Alassid steepled his fingers. "We have agreed to
supervise the extraction and distillation of elemental water for
your employers, in return for your answers to our questions. Do
you agree to answer everything as fully and honestly as possible?"

"I do." Silence set aside her cup, the coffee barely tasted, and
one of the other doctors waved a hand at her.

"Oh, please, my dear lady, make yourself comfortable. This
shouldn't be painful at all."

"Magire," Alassid said softly. "Get the boy."

The master of arts sitting on the far side of the room, a grim man
who looked older than his actual years, rose silently and
disappeared behind a painted screen that half concealed one corner
of the room. When he returned to the circle of chairs, he
propelled before him a boy about ten years old, who walked with
slow, faltering steps. There was something odd about the child,
Silence thought and, as though he had read her mind, Magire said,
"My son, Nial. He was born--defective. But one makes use of what
one has." He sat down again, and with the gentle pressure of his
hand on the boy's shoulder compelled him to sit also. The child
was a revenant, Silence realized with a start, as mindless as the
Voice of the Council. She stared at him, trying to keep her
revulsion from showing, and the boy stared back at her with
luminous, empty eyes.

"Sieura Leigh." Alassid sat forward on the couch. "Shall we
begin?"

"Go ahead," Silence said, bracing herself. The boy was still
staring at her; she shivered to think of him later repeating her
exact words, his voice and expression a parody of her own.

"Your given name is Silence?" Alassid continued. If he was aware
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"Yes."

"That's a very old style of naming," Boldisar said. "Were your
parents aware of the symbolic significance of the realist
tradition?"

"I doubt it," Silence said. "Virtue names are common in the
Rusadir."

"You're from the Rusadir? What world?" That was Ubald, leaning
plumply forward.

"Have you found that a virtue name, as you call it, has any effect
on your piloting?" Boldisar demanded, riding over Ubald's reedy
voice.

"Gentlemen, please," Alassid snapped. "One at a time, and please
allow the others to finish a line of questioning. You will all
have your turn."

Ubald drew himself up. "I am not accustomed to sharing a subject
under investigation, nor am I accustomed to take a second place to
a mere Master of Art--"

"Do you wish to leave?" Alassid demanded sharply. "No? Then we
will proceed as agreed. Sieura, you will answer Master Boldisar,
if you please."

Silence collected herself hastily. "I don't think it's had any
active effect. Having a symbolic name may have made me more
sensitive to symbols in general, but that's about all."

Boldisar gestured politely to Ubald, and the plump man, still
glaring, said, "Where are you from in the Rusadir?"

"And what is the status of your family?" the hitherto silent
doctor--Axtell--interjected.

Silence answered those questions, and the others that followed,
ranging from questions about her family to the circumstances of


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her apprenticeship to a minute description of the voidmarks on
several common roads. She felt as though she were being dissected,
the magi following some invisible checklist. It was late afternoon
by the time they were finished; Silence was tired, and twitchy
from too many cups of coffee with too little food. Each of the
magi thanked her politely, and then Kirkja escorted her back
through the installation to the room she shared with the rest of
Sun-Treader's crew.

Balthasar and Chase Mago were crouched by the heater, the engineer
making some sort of adjustment to the mechanism, Balthasar staring
dubiously at it, his hands full of tools. They both looked up as
the door opened, and Chase Mago slammed shut the cover of the
heater. He took his tools back from Balthasar and said, "How are
you?"

"Starved," Silence answered.

"I traded for some new rations," Balthasar said. "And some juice-
packs."

"Fantastic," Silence said. She ate and drank ravenously, focusing
all her attention on the mundane act of feeding herself. The other
two watched without speaking.

They resisted the temptation admirably, Silence, thought, as she
slipped out of her trousers and overshirt in the combined
sleepsack, trying not to disturb the engineer drowsing beside her.
Balthasar dimmed the lights and crawled into the sleepsack.

Only then, perhaps feeling himself protected by the darkness, did
the captain ask, "So what did they want?"

Silence groaned and pushed herself down into the sleepsack, hiding
her face beneath the upper lining. Chase Mago laughed softly, and
Balthasar said, "Don't ask?"

"Don't ask."

A screaming woke her. A noise like the wailing of a banshee rose


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and thickened to a shriek that clawed at her bones. Silence jerked
upright, screaming herself at the pain that knifed through her.
Balthasar was on his feet, slapping on the lights, his face
contorted with the effort. Seeing her, he shouted something, but
his words were drowned in the din. Then the screaming faded a
little, the pitch dropping to a less piercing level, and
Balthasar's hoarse shout came clear.

"I knew it! I fucking well knew it!"

Silence was already out of the sleepsack, fumbling into her cold-
weather gear. Now that the worst of the noise had passed, she was
able to recognize it; the Hegemony had returned to Arganthonios.

The noise again--a less painful sound--peaked, and fell away
again. Chase Mago, fastening the collar of his jacket, paused
momentarily to listen.

"That's another ship," he said. "About five miles off."

"They're buzzing the planet, they can't risk siege," Balthasar
said impatiently. "Come on, before the lights go."

Even as he spoke, the overhead panel flickered and died. Silence
gasped and clutched at Chase Mago's arm, totally disoriented. Then
the weak emergency lights faded on, casting a pale blue light on
the room.

"Move," Balthasar said again, and kicked open the door.

They hurried into the corridor, Silence clutching the bag which
held her starbooks. They were halfway to the emergency exit before
she realized she had forgotten her heylin. She slowed, and
Balthasar caught her wrist, dragging her forward.

"My heylin," she cried.

"You can pick up another," Balthasar shouted. His words were
swallowed in a new wave of sound, the screeching interference of a
ship's keel, tuned to celestial harmonies, skimming along the edge


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of a planet's atmosphere, clashing with the harmonies of air and
earth. Chase Mago caught at Silence's other hand, and pressed
something into it. She looked down with a gasp, and saw her
heylin.

The emergency exit was unguarded. Balthasar waited until the
starship passed overhead and the noise eased, then slammed back
the door. The frigid air rushed in, taking Silence's breath away.
Balthasar dragged her forward, choking.

It was not yet dawn, but the sky had already grown light, the snow
taking on a newly luminous hue. The spotlights were dead, but the
landscape was full of bobbing handlights as the assault teams ran
to their defensive positions. There were lights on the landing
field as well, and a rising cacophony from that direction revealed
a number of the couriers were preparing to abandon the planet.
Even as she watched, a starship shot up from its blocks, its keel
gleaming against the dark sky. It rose steadily, and then, when
its keel was barely more than a fleck of gold, it burst apart in a
shower of sparks. Automatically, Silence counted to five before
she heard the first rumble of the explosion.

The rest of it was swallowed in a new screaming, flattening them
against the wall of the installation. In spite of herself, Silence
looked up, hands pressed to her ears in a futile gesture. Far
above, a slim bronze arrow moved majestically across the stars,
red interference flickering like lightning along its sides. As it
swept past, the Doppler effect modulated the noise, and Balthasar
waved them forward.

They plunged into the snow, Silence sinking nearly to her knees
before she found solid footing. She reached instinctively for
Balthasar to steady herself, but the captain lost his balance too,
and both went sprawling. Chase Mago, taller and heavier than
either of the others, was less hampered; he pulled them both to
their feet, and the three staggered forward.

A new sound rose overhead, a thin keening that was like a needle
striking through the ears to the brain. On the field ahead of
them, a courier caught at the moment of liftoff reeled out of


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control, crashing just beyond their line of sight. Elemental water
erupted where it had fallen, a frozen spray roaring up beyond the
snow, carrying with it the crumpled pieces of the hull. Squinting
up at the sky, Silence could just make out the narrow outline of a
naval fifty, the slim and deadly lines of the short-range attack
ship barely visible against the fading stars. A second courier
rose from the field, and the fifty dove at it, cannons blazing.
Balls of brilliant flame exploded to either side, but the captain
held the ship steady. Then a shot exploded beneath the courier's
belly, and the keel darkened perceptibly. Chase Mago caught at
Silence's arm.

"That's Cyrilla, and Maxixe."

"Come on, woman, pull up," Balthasar growled. "Pull her up."

The damaged ship nosed down slightly, then steadied, the keel
dimming even further. Silence held her breath, willing the
Misthian to recover. The fifty's shot had shocked the keel,
disrupted the tuning. If the engineer was competent, and the ship
lucky, the harmonium could be modulated, the pitch recovered. The
fifty dove again, and from the field came the throaty roar of a
harmonium forced to lifting pitch before fully warmed.

"Tasarla?" Silence cried, and then the ship lurched drunkenly into
the air, rolling to reveal the Misthian's distinctive markings.
Ostinato rolled again, not toward the horizon and away, but back
toward the fighting, spiraling up toward the circling fifty. Gun
ports opened along the stubby control wings, and Ostinato's tiny
cannon spat defiance. Most of the shots fell short, but one
exploded just behind the fifty's silver keel. Lazily, the Navy
ship turned, sliding down a harmonic line to meet its attacker.
Ostinato dove away, scrambling for room to run, but the planetary
core was interfering with her tuning. The fifty caught her with
ease, waiting for the optimum shot before firing. The balls of
light exploded against Ostinato's keel. The metal went dark, and
the little ship tilted down, burying its nose deep into the snow
just beyond the drilling towers. A moment after the impact, the
ice crust gave way, and the nearly-elemental water beneath the
surface gushed out, carrying the wreckage with it. The mundane


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metal of the hull dissolved, but the keel remained whole, caught
in the center of the column of ice that formed as the water mixed
with and was further contaminated by common air.

"Tasarla!" Silence cried again, and tears stung her eyes, freezing
on her cheeks beneath her thin scarf.

"Cyrilla's got away," Chase Mago shouted.

Overhead the fifty circled back to finish its original victim, but
the brief respite had been all the time Maxixe's engineer had
needed. The courier was already well out of range; the fifty
tilted up momentarily, but then its captain seemed to think better
of it and abandoned the pursuit. The bronze fleck of Maxixe's keel
dwindled still further, and vanished.

"Come on," Balthasar said again, through clenched teeth.

Somehow, they made it through the snow to the field, driven to
their knees each time one of the Hegemony's warships passed
overhead, dragging its keel along the interference line. A few of
the cannon emplacements fired at the great ships, and at the fifty
circling contemptuously above them, but the range was far too
long. At the edge of the field, they were greeted by the shriek of
a courier's liftoff. Balthasar waited, cursing, until it was well
away, then hauled himself up onto the warm, ice-free platform.
Burdened as she was by starbooks and heylin, Silence was glad of
his helping hand. She struggled to her feet, only to be knocked
aside by the sudden burst of sound as a courier five ships away
started its harmonium. She pressed her hands to her ears, knowing
it would do no good, then curled into a tight ball as the pitch
rose higher still. The noise struck through her flesh to jar her
bones, was reflected by the field coverings; she fought to pull
herself upright, away from the vibrating metal, and was slammed
down again by the almost palpable sound. Through a haze of tears,
she could see Balthasar twisting in pain, arms wrapped around his
head.

Then the noise eased a little as the ship lifted, the field no
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over, shouting after the rapidly fading ship, but Silence heard
his words only as a thread of sound.

"You son of a bitch, I'll get you for this!"

Silence shook her head, trying desperately to clear the cottony
deadness that had settled in her body. She could barely hear
Balthasar's shout, could see only dimly, as though through a layer
of gauze. Even her fear came slowly, as though it belonged to
someone else. I'll never be able to pilot now, she thought, but it
was a remote sensation. She became aware then that Chase Mago was
shouting at her, his face reflecting the same disorientation that
she felt. She shook her head again, and could hear, but her sight
remained blurred, her sense of balance askew.

"--all right?"

Silence frowned, digested the question. It took an effort to
remember the meanings of the words. No, I'm not all right, she
thought, I doubt I can pilot, and I know you can't manage the
harmonium--

"We've got to get to the ship," Balthasar shouted again. He was
swaying as though he had lost all sensation in his feet. There was
blood on his mouth, and he wiped impatiently at it with one gloved
hand.

Chase Mago shook his head, still on hands and knees. "Can't."

Balthasar reached for him, almost falling himself. "We have to--"

There was a change in the air around them, and Silence looked up
quickly. Three points of white light showed on the horizon, rising
rapidly above the low buildings of the original landing field. She
could feel the sound of their keel, but could not hear it. She
touched Balthasar's arm and pointed.

"Too late."

The captain swung around, stumbling, and she saw the intensity


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drain from his face. "Marines," he said, so quietly that she
barely heard him. She could almost read the agonized calculations
in his eyes: ten minutes to the landings, and at least twice that
before they could raise Sun-Treader, and five more minutes before
they were out of range of even the lightest ground-based cannon.
There was no place to run, on or off the planet.

The white ships swept closer, changing from mere points of light
to the broad-winged silhouette that even Silence recognized as the
famous houri-class transports that served the Thousand, the elite
troops of the Hegemon's personal army. Two banked away, one to
each side of the installation the crown and galaxy of the Hegemony
vivid on the white wings. The cannon fired at them, but the
gunners' aim had been destroyed by the constant barrage of sound,
the shots falling far behind and to the sides. The third ship kept
coming, dropping lower and lower as it came on. Silence stared at
it in utter fascination, unable to raise the strength to move out
of its path. She could hear the song of its keel now, a fiendish
shrieking that cut through the cotton that seemed to close her off
from the world. It swept low over the main compound, interference
flickering faintly along the edges of its keel, the vibration of
its keel shattering the ice that had gathered on the buildings'
roofs. She realized her danger then, but could not seem to move.
Then Balthasar shoved her forward into the abandoned cannon
emplacement, and she fell hard against the gun mount. Chase Mago
pulled her out of the captain's way as he dropped beside them,
reaching hastily for the gunners' screen. The houri's keel-song
struck like a hammer, and Silence lost consciousness.

Someone was shaking her, not gently. Reluctantly, Silence opened
her eyes, her body responding as though it belonged to someone
else. She was no longer in the protected gun emplacement, but lay
sprawled on the warm metal of the field, Chase Mago bending over
her. Balthasar crouched beside them, head hanging, in someone's
shadow. Silence looked up with a gasp. A slim figure in white cold-
world camouflage stood over him, a heylin held negligently in one
hand. He had an officer's crescent pinned to his collar. To either
side stood two more of the Thousand, projectile rifles trained on
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"Who are you?" the officer asked, his voice conversational, almost
polite.

Balthasar looked up. "Balthasar, captain of the half-and-half Sun-
Treader."

"And these are your crew?" The officer's voice remained blandly
courteous.

Balthasar nodded warily. "Also my wife and co-husband."

"You may surrender, captain," the officer said.

Balthsar hesitated, and the officer smiled. "You were expecting
terms, captain?" he asked lightly. "Come now, pirates are lucky to
be allowed to surrender--and some of you aren't getting that
much." He nodded toward the edge of the field, where bodies lay in
an untidy heap, their white cold-weather gear stained red and
black. "Do you surrender?"

"Yes." Balthasar dragged himself to his feet, reached down to help
Silence. The pilot rose slowly, her carryall banging at her hip.

"Freeze!" one of the troopers ordered sharply. "What's in that?"

"My starbooks," Silence stammered.

"Hand it over," the trooper said. "Slowly, now."

Very carefully, Silence lifted the carryall over her head, held it
out to the trooper. He slapped it from her hand, then kicked the
lock expertly, spilling the books into the snow. Silence winced as
he ripped at the lining, making sure no weapons were concealed
inside. When he was finished, he prodded at the books with the toe
of his boot.

"What do I do with these, sir?"

The officer looked from the spilled volumes to Silence, then back
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"Yes."

He sighed. "Keep them for now. If we can't use you, I'm sure
they'll be of interest."

The trooper tossed the mutilated carryall at her. Silence caught
it automatically, then bent to collect the books. She scooped them
up hastily, noting with relief that the bottom of the carryall was
intact. The strap was broken, however, and she tucked it under her
arm, hugging it tight to her body.

"Let's go," the officer said, and one of the troopers prodded her
with the muzzle of his rifle. She pulled herself upright, Chase
Mago steadying her, and they began the long march back toward the
main installation.

Chapter 6

The Thousand gathered their prisoners in the largest docking shed.
There were perhaps fifty men, Silence thought, squinting through
the gloom that was increased by the column of sunlight pouring
through the single skylight--the Misthian ships had escaped or had
been destroyed. The survivors were mostly crews from the couriers
that hadn't made it off the landing fields, though once the doors
had opened to admit a batch of men captured in space and brought
back to the planet for whatever the Hegemony chose to do with
them. One crouched against the wall near her, a young man in his
teens, who held a bloody rag to his face where his tattoo had
been. His wound was the most serious she could see--the Thousand
had not bothered with injured prisoners.

"What happens now?" she asked softly.

Balthasar ignored her, staring blindly into the column of
sunlight.

"The Hegemony needs star-travellers," Chase Mago said. "It
happened on Kesse, when they took it. They interned all the star-
travellers they could catch, and bound them to the Hegemon's


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service--not the warships, of course, but all the support ships,
supply, transport, everything. That freed the aristocrats for the
fighting."

It made sense, of a sort, Silence thought. The Hegemony was only
moderately well-populated, and its aristocracy was tiny. When
Jairus III had begun his program of conquest, he had relied on the
only trained military men he had, his nobles. The aristocracy in
turn had demanded and received the monopoly of military positions
in subsequent generations, even though the pressures of war had
forced Jairus's successors to allow certain bourgeois into lower
level positions, and to draft prisoners into the support.ships.

"We might have a chance, then," she said, lowering her voice even
further.

Chase Mago shook his head. "I said bound. Under geas."

Silence sat very still, feeling the hope run out of her. A geas
was a mental bond, a set of compulsions created by a magus to
produce desired behavior; it was unbreakable, and permanent unless
a magus removed the restriction. Once so bound, she would serve
the Hegemon in spite of herself. "No," she whispered, and that
seemed to rouse Balthasar.

"Would you rather be dead?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," Silence retorted.

Chase Mago sighed. "Nor am I," he murmured. "Nor am I."

A final batch of prisoners was brought in around noon, when the
last of the smaller warships landed, but it was not until
midafternoon that anything further happened. From outside came the
wail of a heavy ship making an unassisted landing, balancing
itself against the planetary harmonies. The noise was clear
despite the baffling of the shed, and heads turned quickly toward
it.

"That's a transport," Chase Mago said, listening intently.


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"Military--a Beacon-class, maybe?"

Balthasar shrugged. "Your ear's better than mine."

There was more noise from outside, as the sound of the harmonium
stopped, and there was heavy scuffling around the main entrance to
the shed. That was punctuated by the harsh clang of metal against
metal, and then there was a sudden, oppressive quiet. Silence rose
to her feet, unable to wait passively any longer. The others stood
as well, across the shed; most of the couriers' men were on their
feet, watching the door.

It slid open at last, not onto sunlight but onto the dulled light
of a transfer tube. A detachment of troops, these in the gorgeous
dress uniforms of the Thousand, braid sparkling from shoulders and
sleeves, stood there, ten troopers with leveled rifles, and a
cluster of officers. Among the officers, conspicuous in his Jrab
robes, stood a single magus.

The most senior of the officers, the crimson fabric of his coat
almost invisible beneath braid and decorations, lifted a hand.
"Attention," he called, his voice carrying easily without
amplification. "Under the laws of the Hegemon, the officer corps
of a ship of the Thousand may act as a tribunal, and has done so.
You have surrendered to mercy; prisoners, hear the sentence."

Silence shivered, saw Chase Mago's face go bleak and bitter.
Balthasar's hands twisted together, but then, with an effort, he
jammed them into his pockets.

"Because of the necessities of war and through no merit of your
own," the officer went on, "the

Hegemon will accept you into the lesser branches of his service,
if you accept his geas." A shudder ran through the group of
prisoners, a whisper of protest that the officer ignored. He
gestured to the sergeant, standing deferentially one pace to the
rear of the group of officers. "Line them up."

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realized. A full detachment, perhaps twenty in all, poured out of
the transfer tube, began prodding the prisoners into a straggling
line. As they approached, Silence looked around wildly, but there
was no place to run. She was not yet ready to give up all hope;
she allowed herself to be pushed into place, Balthasar and Chase
Mago behind her. At the head of the line was a man she recognized
as the engineer of Freya's Witch, one of the ships assigned to her
formation. The officer beckoned him forward; the engineer moved
slowly, like a man in a dream, and the magus lifted a hand to make
a complex gesture in the air before him. His words were inaudible,
but the engineer shuddered suddenly, shaking his head as though he
had been struck. A trooper pulled him aside, shoving him toward
the transfer tube and the waiting ship.

The procedure was repeated twice more, the former pirates dragged
off toward the transport, but at the fourth man the magus
hesitated, frowning. He said something to the officer, and the
prisoner laughed.

"No, you can't bind me," he said, raising his voice to be heard
throughout the shed. "I spit on you all--"

The officer made a sharp gesture, and the nearest trooper dragged
him out of the line, flinging him toward the far wall. Before the
pirate could recover his balance, two troopers fired quickly, and
he fell. Silence shuddered and looked away, but could not shut her
ears against the whip-crack of the coup de grace, and the gentle
scuffing of the body being dragged away.

The line seemed to move even more slowly after that, Silence's
fear giving everything a nightmarish clarity. Ten times more the
magus frowned, and troopers stepped forward to kill a man who
could not be bound. The last was the man standing directly in
front of Silence, a stolid, stocky man who had served on one of
the larger couriers. At the magus's frown, he cried out sharply,
but to no avail. His body joined the others stacked against the
wall.

Before she had fully realized what had happened, there was a hand
on her shoulder, shoving her forward. The magus stared at her


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impassively, seemingly unaffected by his work, but the officer
cleared his throat.

"A woman, Gerik?"

The magus lowered his hand. "As you wish, Colonel, but she is a
pilot."

The officer pursed his lips, considering, then shrugged. "Very
well. We do need competent pilots."

Silence held herself rigid, suppressing a shudder of fear. He
would have killed her, without reason, just for being born
female.... The magus lifted his hand, drew an elaborate figure in
the air. His hand seemed to leave a trail of shadow in the air, a
disturbance in the fabric of reality, the submaterial chaos of
hell, from which the magi drew much of their power, showing
through. In spite of herself, she stared, fascinated, and then the
magus spoke. His voice was low, almost conversational, but the
words struck like physical blows, beating against her ears like
the tolling of massive leaden bells. The force of the geas drowned
the meaning; she fought it, grasping frantically for the sense of
the words, a knowledge of what bound her.

"... to obey ..." She heard those words clearly, understood them
with an effort, but in puzzling them out missed exactly what it
was she was to obey.

"... forbidden to think of escape ..." That she could understand
without effort, the words searing across the surface of her mind.
To be told not to think of something always had the opposite
effect, and the word "escape" struck echoes of resistance deep
within her soul. I will think of it, she cried silently, I will
free-- Pain lanced through her body, worse than anything she had
ever felt. She doubled over, moaning, and the next words snapped
her upright. She stood quivering, sick with pain, held suspended
by the heavy words that finished the geas. Abruptly, the flow of
speech ended. Silence sagged forward, tears filling her eyes, and
was caught by one of the troopers. He slung her casually toward
the transfer tube; she struck hard against the metal connecting


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plate, and was promptly sick. Another trooper, with an exclamation
of disgust, shoved her on toward the waiting ship.

She staggered up the gently slanting tube, leaning against the
ribbed fabric, trying to bring herself under control. Her body
still ached from the memory of pain--at the thought of it, her
stomach heaved--and her mind felt as though someone had woven
wires through her brain. She could almost see their reflections,
ghostly lines splintering her vision. Then she stumbled over the
raised coaming of the entry hatch, fell, and was sick again.

She was lifted by surprisingly gentle hands. "You'll be all right,
girl," a voice said.

Silence straightened slowly. The pain had eased somewhat now that
her body had vented its outrage, and she was learning to see in
spite of her fractured sight. "I don't feel it," she said, and was
remotely surprised that she could still speak.

"Brave girl." The speaker was a young lieutenant, barely past his
majority, with almond-fair skin and a delicately aristocratic
face. But that at least was no surprise, Silence thought. He was
one of the Thousand, and the Thousand were the elite of the elite.
Each trooper was a gentleman and the son of a gentleman; each
officer could prove at least three generations of nobility.

"You." The lieutenant snapped his fingers at a small figure
crumpled against the nearest bulkhead. It lifted its head, and
with a glad start Silence recognized the boy from the warship, who
still clutched a bloody rag to his cheek.

"Come here," the officer continued, still gently. "Help the--" He
hesitated briefly, then chose the foreign, noncommittal term. "--
sieura."

The boy did look steadier than she felt, Silence thought. I
suppose it's because he's so young, he can take this better than
the rest of us. That thought sparked a new fear, one she had
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"You're married?" the lieutenant asked, looking down at her
ringless hands.

Silence ignored him, twisting against his steadying arm to face
the hatchway. For a long moment, she saw nothing except the
trooper on guard duty, his sonic pistol held negligently at his
side, and she felt a wail of loss and fear rising in her throat.
She choked it with an effort, shook away tears. I will not cry in
front of them, she told herself, I will not-- Then she heard
staggering footsteps in the transfer tube, and tensed, afraid even
to hope it might be one of them. Chase Mago hated the Hegemony too
much, Balthasar was born stubborn, resenting any control. . . .
The feet stumbled at the hatchway, and she looked up with a gasp.

"Julie!"

The engineer lifted his head, his face chalk white beneath the
beard. His eyes were glazed, barely able to focus, and he moved
with aching precision. Silence pulled away from the lieutenant,
desperately ignoring her own pains, and stumbled forward to catch
Chase Mago's arms. They leaned together, each supporting the
other, and Silence could no longer restrain her tears. Chase Mago
rested his head against her shoulder momentarily, then forced
himself upright.

"Denis," he whispered. "They took him--"

Silence's face paled again with fear, and the engineer shook his
head violently, almost unbalancing both of them. "No, they bound
him, he's alive. They're bringing him."

Even as she spoke, there were more footsteps in the tube, and a
pair of troopers appeared in the doorway, a limp form held between
them. With a shudder that mingled new fear and a relief Silence
had not known she could feel, she recognized it as Balthasar.

"Lieutenant Marcinik?" one of the troopers called. "This one's
marginal, but the colonel said to try it anyway." They dropped the
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The lieutenant frowned, but said nothing, and knelt beside
Balthasar. "You may go."

The troopers saluted as one, and headed back toward the docking
shed. Silence gently freed herself from Chase Mago's grasp--the
big engineer was wavering badly, and she herself could feel a new
dizziness sweeping over her--and knelt beside the lieutenant.

"Will he be all right?"

Marcinik looked up. "I don't know," he said simply. "There are
those who can be bound, but will not live under geas. He may be
one of those."

"No." Silence shook her head, fighting a fresh wave of nausea that
threatened to overwhelm her. "What can I do?"

"Nothing," Marcinik answered. He beckoned to the boy, who still
hovered uncertainly, and both caught hold of one of Balthasar's
arms. "I'm sorry," he added, as they dragged the captain toward a
protected corner. Silence followed, and collapsed at Balthasar's
side. The captain was pale beneath his tan, and he breathed
raggedly, as though caught in a nightmare. She shook him,
tentatively, but he did not seem to feel it.

"Let him be," Marcinik said. "Do you understand the geas, how it
works?"

Silence shook her head, and saw the lines that speared through her
vision crackle and reform. Her stomach twisted at the sight, and
she tasted bile.

"Listen, then." Marcinik squatted beside her. "A geas is a
compulsion, shackles on the mind. You're bound to obey all our
orders--the orders of any of the Hegemon's lawful officers--and
not to think of freedom or escape."

Silence shied away from the words. They touched raw places in her
mind, places that she already avoided. Marcinik was watching her
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"You see? It's already taking hold, you're already adjusting to
it. But some people fight harder--Wrath-of-God lays its own geas
on its higher officers, for one thing. This one--" He gestured to
Balthasar. "All you can do is leave him alone, let him fight
through it. Give him water-, if you want." He stood up, dusting
off his hands.

Silence stared blearily after him. "Will that help?"

The lieutenant did not answer, already moving toward another knot
of prisoners. Silence tried to pull herself to her feet, but the
walls of the compartment were padded, and she could not get a grip
on them. She slid slowly to the decking, and then, not knowing
exactly why she did it, wrapped her arms around Balthasar's
motionless body. She closed her eyes, and the sickness faded a
little. A moment later, there was a new presence beside her, and
she felt Chase Mago reaching blindly for her. They clung together,
Silence huddled between the two, comforted and comforting, until,
mercifully, sleep or unconsciousness overcame her.

She woke slowly, becoming aware of pains in her head and back. She
shifted her position, then sat up, and the stabbing pain in her
back vanished. The headache remained, dull like an old bruise, but
at least the lines that had run crazily across her vision had
disappeared. She glanced automatically to either side, saw Chase
Mago stirring uneasily. Balthasar, however, lay very still. She
caught her breath, reaching for his wrist, and then saw his chest
move, his breathing quick and shallow. Water, she thought. The
lieutenant said to give him water.

She looked around cautiously. They were in a cargo hold, she
realized, or perhaps in a regular transport hold from which all
bunk fittings had been removed. Bulkheads and deck were thickly
padded, and the surviving prisoners were scattered throughout the
compartment, about thirty in all. She recognized some of them--
Niko Minda'a, the engineer from Freya's Witch; a pilot named
Yacesen from one of the armed couriers; another pilot known as
Fynn; Grenadier's captain, Audan Verney--knew more by sight as
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back of a line that had formed at an installation set into the far
bulkhead.

"Silence?" he said. His voice was hoarse and croaking; he
swallowed hard and tried to clear his throat, but it did no good.
"How--?" He nodded toward the corner, where Chase Mago had managed
to sit up.

Silence shrugged. "I don't know. Denis--it doesn't look very
good."

The engineer nodded sadly. "Arne's going," he said. "There's
nothing I can do."

Arne was the captain of the Witch. Silence opened her mouth to
protest that, but then she saw the misery in the other's eyes. She
said, "No. I'm sorry."

The man ahead of them moved away from the machine, and the
engineer stepped to the keyboard. Looking over his shoulder,
Silence could see that it was a fairly standard model, dispensing
ration packets and clear drinking bubbles at the touch of a
button. There was a sign above the keyboard, but it was printed in
the unfamiliar Hegemonic script. She puzzled over it, then
realized that it was simply coine transliterated: "This machine is
set for one pack per man per half-day. Do not exceed your share."

Three packs, then, she thought, glancing back to make sure that
Chase Mago had not joined the line. The engineer was still huddled
against the bulkhead, forehead resting against his drawn-up knees.
The machine beeped softly, and deposited three square packets and
an equal number of the clear plastic bubbles on its shelf. The
Witch's engineer collected them and stepped aside. Silence took
her place in front of the keyboard and typed in her request. The
machine flashed a message--once again, transliterated coine, gone
so quickly that she had no time to work it out--and considered her
request. She glanced nervously at Witch's engineer, wondering if
something had gone wrong, but he nodded reassuringly. The machine
beeped, and produced the rations; she swept them up without
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before, set into the bulkhead just beyond the food dispenser. She
wondered how many guards were stationed there--

The shooting pain caught her off-guard, stabbing through her
belly, then tearing up to heart, and lungs. She doubled over,
dropping the rations, all thought of freedom driven from her mind.
For an interminable moment, her thoughts swam crazily, unable to
focus on anything, yet equally unable to free themselves from the
topics of escape and freedom. Then, with an effort that was almost
physical, she tore herself free.

"One, and it is two," she murmured, forcing herself to concentrate
on each word, each apparent contradiction of the formula that
described the Philosopher's Tincture. "Two, and it is three;
three, and it is four." One was the Stone, from which the Tincture
was made. Two exhalations, three principles, four elements.... The
pain eased further, and she pulled herself to her knees, suddenly
aware of the circle of prisoners gathered around her, and of the
smashed bubble beneath one hand.

"Oh, no," she said, and Witch's engineer handed her an unbroken
package.

"Here," he said, "Arne doesn't need it."

Silence looked up, managed to murmur her thanks, then collected
the other packets. The other two water bubbles were unbroken, and
the rations, though cracked, were still edible--though she, for
one, could hardly think of food without nausea.

"Are you all right?" a new voice asked, and someone else said,
"What happened?"

The second question sent her mind perilously close to the danger
area. With an effort, she blocked the answer before it was fully
formulated--a warning twinge rolled through her body, but the pain
was not incapacitating--and shook her head.

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She fled, but not before she saw her questioner double up in
agony.

Chase Mago was waiting anxiously for her. "Are--"

"Don't ask," she said quickly, and this time the pain was only a
reminder. "The geas--"

The engineer nodded. "I understand," he said, and grimaced
briefly.

"I brought water," Silence said quickly, "and food, if you're
hungry." She was relieved to see the abstracted expression from
the other's face.

"Thank you." Chase Mago took one of the water bubbles, sucked
greedily at the corner, but waved away the ration pack. "Maybe
later."

Silence bit into the corner of one pack, drank her fill, then, her
needs met, stared at Balthasar's limp body, wondering how to give
him water. He obviously could not suck it from the package. . . .

"Bite it open, then dribble a little on his lips?" Chase Mago
suggested dubiously.

Silence followed his suggestion awkwardly. Most of the water ran
down the captain's chin, but she thought a little got between his
lips. Then Balthasar swallowed convulsively and opened his eyes.

"Denis?" Silence said tentatively, but. there seemed to be little
recognition in the captain's expression. He reached blindly for
the water, and she set the bubble to his lips. Balthasar sucked at
it, drained the package, then pushed it away, sinking back with
his eyes closed. Silence and Chase Mago exchanged glances.

"I think it's a good sign," he said, after a                                           moment, and Silence
could not bring herself to disagree. But she                                           stared dubiously at
the captain's still form, hoping that he was                                           sleeping now, not in
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over her shoulder, and saw that Chase Mago's attention was
elsewhere. Cautiously, she shook Balthasar's shoulder. There was
no response, and involuntarily her eyes filled with tears. If he
were to die--she pushed that thought away, unwilling to face it.

"Listen," Chase Mago said suddenly.

She listened, glad of the interruption, but could hear nothing
except the same continuous low hum of the harmonium, maintaining
power aboard the transport.

"What--?" she began, and Chase Mago waved at her to be quiet.

"Shh."

After a moment, she heard it, too. The noise of the harmonium was
changing slightly, inching toward a pitch that would take it out
of parking orbit toward the twelfth of heaven. And where beyond
that? she wondered, then tensed in anticipation of agony. To her
surprise, there was nothing, not even the warning pulse, and she
warily pursued the thought. Their destination was almost certainly
a depot world, where the prisoners--conscripts, she amended
hastily, as a thread of pain worked its way from her belly up and
around her spine--could be assigned to their new ships. But which
was the nearest? She went through the possibilities quickly.
Adaba, Iolcos; Sapriportus, maybe Kison or Peiria--those were the
easiest roads. She reached half-heartedly for her starbooks, then
stopped. There was no point in trying to second-guess the
transport's pilot.

"We've left orbit," Chase Mago said.

Silence listened obediently, but her ear was not sharp enough to
detect the subtle changes in pitch. The compartment was buried in
the center of the ship and the Tincture-impregnated bulkheads
distorted the sound; she remained unsure of their exact position
until the twelfth of heaven. The keelsong changed--even here she
could hear the new notes--and the material objects in the
compartment began to take on the peculiar translucence of
purgatory. The padding was the first to fade, becoming a little


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more than a disturbingly unfocused haze floating above the solid
metal of the bulkheads and deck. Silence looked away, wincing. It
was like trying to look at the greenish shadows left in her eyes
when she had stared too long at a sun. She looked down at her own
hands, trying to shut out the double images, and saw bones and
muscle, ghostly shadows beneath equally ghostly skin.

They were deep into purgatory now, and she longed to be able to
see the voidmarks, but they were blocked by the Philosopher's
Tincture in the bulkheads. The familiar symbols would be a
distraction from, a protection against, the nebulous, unstable
world that suddenly surrounded her. She closed her eyes, but that
merely dimmed the scene without hiding it; she set her palms
against her eyelids, and saw the bulkhead floating behind a screen
of intertwined bone and laced blood vessels. In spite of herself,
she whimpered, and heard the noise echoed by someone across the
compartment.

She turned to look, but something tugged at her elbow. Her
carryall, affected at last by purgatory, was trying to climb her
arm, to take its usual place on her shoulder. She jerked the strap
into place, then drew the bag into her lap, and rocked back and
forth holding it, trying to remain rational. She had been warned
of pseudo-animation before, but had always sailed on ships too
well managed to permit it; she had been warned, too, of the
dangers of a blind passage, cut off from the void-marks that gave
purgatory shape and purpose, but she could not remember the
remedies. Oh, there were drugs, elixirs to make one sleep and to
give good dreams, easing the passage that way, but that was hardly
practical now. She suppressed a hysterical laugh, and clutched the
carryall more tightly. It was twitching slightly in her grasp,
trying to position itself against her hip where it was usually
carried. There were other ways, though, but she could not force
her mind to focus on them. She closed her eyes again, resting her
head on her bent knees, tried to concentrate. Her thoughts
skittered-away, refusing to become coherent; her eyes were still
filled with a confusion of blood and bone and the haze of the
decking. In desperation, she reached for the first lesson she had
learned as a pilot's apprentice, seven words on the seven
significant notes.


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In hydraulis quondam Pythagora adinvenit musae qualitates. She had
spoken the words a thousand times, had coaxed the correct sequence
of notes from child's flute or beaten monochord nearly as often,
though her voice was not pure enough to reproduce the tones
accurately. The words and music swelled in her memory, shutting
out the distorted vision of the ship--and then, too late, she
remembered the one warning the teachers had attached to what had
been merely a mnemonic for the seven tones. It must never be
spoken in purgatory, they had said--it was the magi's there. The
words were bound up in the integral connection of ideal and
reality, with the manipulation of matter and of the
transmaterial....

The words thundered in her brain, and she cowered beneath their
assault. At the organ once, Pythagoras discovered the natures of
the muse.... There was too much power behind those words for that
to be their only meaning. She couched still lower, her ears
ringing with the memory of sound, and suddenly the universe seemed
to turn inside out.

She floated suspended in the voidmarks for the Path Between
Willows, most familiar of all the star-roads--no, she realized,
the marks were within her, she encompassed them, the sinuous path
and the drooping trees, the bridge that was a perfect semicircle,
curving up over a stream whose depths no pilot could guess, light
like fog shrouding it. Around that vision, compressed to a tiny
sphere like the image in a display globe, was the transport's
hull, and the gleaming iridescent line of its keel. The ship's
decks enclosed the hull, and the compartment where she lay
swallowed the rest of the ship, and she herself contained it all,
and was contained by something she could not recognize. She wailed
aloud, and heard the sound echo harmoniously up and down the
scale, bouncing from the walls that suddenly sprang up to surround
her.

She was seeing by metaphor,                          she realized, and that thought ordered
the chaos still further. It                          was the only way an untrained mind
could cope with a vision of                          purgatory usually granted only to the
magi. Around her, the image                          of walls grew more solid, coalescing


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from formlessness into a vision more solid than the voidmarks. It
was the reflection of her own mind, she knew suddenly, with an
absolute certainty that banished all fear. She turned her
attention away from the translucent compartment and its
distractions, pushing it away easily now that it was controlled
and contained within herself, and studied the illusion around her.
Corridors led off in all directions; she was eager to explore
them, but she did not know how to move about in this strange new
world.

Experimentally, she tried to stand. Her body did not move, but her
point of view changed within the vision. She took a step, then
another; her body still did not move, but she floated forward
along one of the corridors. She took two more steps, peered into a
room that seemed to open off the corridor--and looked into a scene
she remembered from her childhood. The beach at Olenos stretched
before her, oddly elongated, the low waves lacing the dark sand
with foam. Seabirds soared in a sky fading toward evening. The
perspective was wrong, she realized suddenly, because she was
seeing things as she had seen them then, lying on her stomach on
the warm sand. Even as she thought that, a new room opened,
showing her ten-year-old self sprawled on a towel.

She jerked back, disoriented, and the room disappeared. Do I want
to see more memories? she wondered dubiously. There were bad as
well as good, nightmares hidden away that she had managed to
forget over time.... A gap suddenly opened, directly in front of
her, running forward as if it would swallow her. She caught a
single glimpse of a face in its depths, felt an old humiliation,
and then leaped desperately for the far side.

She found herself hanging in mid-air, looking down at a set of
concentric circles that resembled nothing so much as one of the
ancient forts on Halesa, central keep surrounded by wall after
wall, each with its own gatehouse and turrets. The central tower,
however, was shadowed, obscured by too many images--the shape of
her own body, the voidmarks, the ship--and she looked away
quickly, her head spinning. She concentrated instead on the near
palisades that surrounded that core. It was more like a garden
than a fort, she thought, the stern walls sheltering a luxuriant


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variety of images. She stared in wonder for a moment longer, and
then she saw the destruction to one side.

On the upper quadrant, to her left as she looked down on the
image, the outer wall was breached, debris crumbling into the
garden behind it. The next wall was breached as well, and the
others further in were cracked, shored up with battered timbers
and hastily chosen stones that did not match the orderly
arrangement of the rest of the castle. Where the walls had fallen,
the profusion of images had been replaced by broken things, mere
scraps like torn paper. The colors were faded, or ran with blood.
Even where the walls had not been broken, the images were
misshapen, pale in comparison to others in the other parts of the
garden.

The geas, she thought, and was suddenly filled with cold anger.
Those are my thoughts, this is my mind. How dare they injure this?
She raised a hand, commanded the walls to rise, the color to
return to the creatures that lay broken beneath the shattered
stones, but nothing happened. Again she ordered it--and felt, far
back in the central keep, a wave of agony contort her body. She
fell back, spent and shaking. All right, she thought, I can't free
myself this way. But I will--I must do something. She studied the
plan of the citadel again, and then, slowly and painfully, began
to move pieces of the debris, salvaging what she could to build a
wall around the damaged parts, protecting the rest of her mind
from the alien intrusion. It was not much of a wall, and each
stone was set in place with greater effort, but it was there at
least. She hung in the sky staring down at her crude handiwork,
and suddenly a black whirlpool rose from the keep. She screamed,
and it caught her up, sucking her back down into herself as
reality asserted itself again.

She was lying on the padded decking, the strap of the carryall
twisted painfully around her left arm and shoulder. Someone was
holding her other hand. Realizing that, she tried to sit up, but
new pain caught at her muscles. She would have fallen, but someone
caught her, lowering her gently back to the padding.

"Are you all right, Silence?"


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"Julie?" Silence tried again to sit up, and the engineer helped
her ease forward. "God, I hurt!"

"I'm not surprised," Chase Mago said dryly. "You had quite a fit."

Silence frowned. Every muscle in her body felt abused--some
stretched beyond recovery, others knotted so tight that the
smallest movement threatened to snap them. It must have happened
while she was trying to rebuild her dream-citadel, she thought.
Though how I did that--and exactly what happened--I don't know.
She shied away from further probing, more than ever afraid of the
pain of the geas.

"We thought we'd lost you," the engineer went on, his voice
softening a little. He nodded toward the sealed hatch. "You came
through better than some."

Silence turned to look, wincing as the muscles of shoulder and
neck dragged against bone, and shuddered. Piled beside the
hatchway were bodies, five in all. Only one lay peacefully; the
other four were twisted as though they had died in great pain. She
shivered again, recognizing three of them as pilots.

"What happened?" she whispered.

"To you, or to them?" Chase Mago asked in return.

"To both," Silence said.

"We were hoping maybe you could tell us," a new voice said.

Silence looked up, saw Verney of Grenadier standing over her. She
hesitated again, constrained by more than the geas. What she had
done--and she was not even sure what name to give it--was
something totally new, something for which she knew no precedent,
but however she had done it, she had acted in a small way against
the geas. And I was successful, she added, hardly daring to
acknowledge the thought. Or was I? She waited, tensed, for the
geas to strike her down, but the pain was bearable even in her


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weakened state. Then I did succeed--I weakened it, I think--but I
don't dare say so. The soldiers will kill me if they suspect the
geas won't hold, just like they did on Arganthonios. But I have to
say something....

"Well?" Verney said.

"Give her a minute, Audan, she's still recovering," Chase Mago
said angrily.

"No, I'm all right," Silence said quickly. "I'm just not too sure
myself. Tell me what happened here, maybe that'll help."

"Fair enough," Verney said.

Chase Mago glared briefly at him, and said, "When we got deep into
purgatory, things got pretty bad--this cow only makes about a
sixth of heaven, and that means a subjectively long flight. People
started acting strangely. You huddled up, kept curling tighter,
until all of a sudden you gave a scream and went into convulsions.
It took three of us to hold you. And then, once we started to fall
out of purgatory, you calmed down a little, and sort of drifted
off to sleep."

Silence shook her head. "Where are we now?"

"Parking orbit, don't know where," Verney answered shortly. "What
happened to you?"

"What about the others?" Silence asked in return.

Chase Mago shrugged, ignoring Verney's scowl. "More or less the
same thing. People started hunching over, and then, one by one,
they fell into fits. And then they just died. I don't know why,
maybe they just wore themselves out, or their hearts stopped, or
something...." His voice trailed off, and he sat still, shaking
his head.

Verney leaned forward, and Silence said quickly, "I told you, I'm
not really sure what happened." Her stomach tightened in warning--


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the geas still censored what she said, though her thoughts were
freer--and she hesitated, picking her words carefully. She would
not be able to tell precisely what she had done, but she could at
least explain the vision, and what had led to it. "I remembered
the In Hydraulis, subvocalized it, and--" she paused again,
choosing the phrase with caution "--things turned inside out."
Despite her care, she felt sick, already aching muscles tightening
painfully along her rib cage. She gasped, "I can't tell you any
more."

Verney whistled softly. "The magi use that to preface a lot of
their work. Don't you know you're not supposed to use that in
purgatory?"

Silence nodded, the pain receding. "It was the first thing that
came to mind. It's the first thing a pilot learns."

Verney was looking at her with new respect. "You're lucky it
didn't tear you apart." He glanced toward the hatchway. "If that's
what happened to them--"

"It wasn't that bad," Silence protested. "If it's so dangerous a
cantrip, it should've killed me too." I know that's not the
answer, she added to herself, though the geas kept her from
speaking. I was able to use it.

Verney shrugged, and Chase Mago said, "Everybody was looking for
something to distract him--I was, and Silence says that's what she
did. Maybe they stumbled on something else. Something more
dangerous, or more powerful."

"That makes sense," Verney admitted. "And maybe being a woman
helped her."

Silence nodded thoughtfully. Women were traditionally passive
vessels in the realms of power--that was why no woman could become
a magus. She had not fought the vision; perhaps that was why it
had not harmed her. Verney stood up, wincing, and Silence turned
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"How's Denis?"

Chase Mago shook his head. "I can't tell. Still sleeping, I
think."

Silence pulled herself to her feet, glad of the engineer's helping
hand. Chase Mago had thought Balthasar was sleeping earlier, and
the captain had been caught in some strange trance. But when she
dropped to her knees at Balthasar's side, the captain stirred
slightly, then opened his eyes.

"Denis?" she asked, and reached frantically for a water bubble.
Chase Mago set one in her hand, and she broke the corner seal,
offering it to Balthasar. The captain sucked greedily at it, then
was sick. Patiently Chase Mago wiped up the mess, and then Silence
offered the bubble again, ready to snatch it away. But this time
Balthasar sipped gently, and set it aside.

"God, that tasted good," he murmured.

"How do you feel?" Silence asked.

Balthasar managed a wry smile, "Terrible."

"How terrible? Do you want anything?" Silence knew she was
babbling in her relief, but could not seem to stop.

Balthasar's face twisted. "No, nothing, please. He closed his eyes
again, one hand longingly caressing the water bubble.

Silence and Chase Mago exchanged glances, but before either could
say anything, the hatch sprang open. Silence started to her feet,
ignoring the protests of her body. A detail of troopers entered,
two taking up sentry positions on either side of the hatch, the
rest, their sonic pistols holstered, reaching for the bodies that
lay beside the hatch. They hauled them out into the corridor,
handling them as casually as they would their own baggage, and
then the sergeant who seemed to be in charge of the group stepped
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"Any more?" he shouted.

There was a murmur of distaste, of tired anger, but then someone,
more quick-witted than the rest, called, "Where are we?"

That's the wrong question, Silence thought, and shouted, "Where
are we going?"

The sergeant's head went up at the sound of a woman's voice.
"You're at Kison. As to where you're going--" His face split into
a grin. "Favor for favor, girl. Step out, and I'll tell you."

There was an angry rumble from the crowd, and Silence shook her
head stubbornly. "No favor, man. Where are we going?"

"Nothing's free--" the sergeant began, and the young lieutenant,
Marcinik, stepped through the hatch behind him.

"That will be all, Dekel," he said. "You are going to Sapriportus,
Sieura Leigh, and will be assigned from the depot there." He
glanced up and down the ranks of prisoners, then said, "Hasin
Viy?" After a moment, the boy from the warship stepped warily out
of the crowd. Marcinik nodded at him. "You will be assigned here.
Come with me."

For a moment, it seemed as though Viy would protest, but then his
head fell, and he walked blindly through the hatch in the
lieutenant's wake. The two guards saluted smartly, and vanished
after them. The hatch slammed shut again behind them.

The transport remained in orbit around Kison for a little more
than three of Wrath-of-God's days, according to Verney's
timepiece. Silence spent some of that time prodding cautiously at
the edges of the geas, working obliquely toward the forbidden
topics, and shying away quickly when she felt the first pangs.
Without purgatory to help her, she was unable to attain her
earlier vision, but by trial and painful error she stumbled on a
way of thought that she could only picture as somehow withdrawing
behind the walls she had rebuilt in that dream. Six times out of
ten it worked; she could bring her thoughts to the edge of the


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forbidden topic, and then pull away quickly, with no more ill
effect than a momentary disorientation. It was an oddly familiar
feeling, almost like a dream of falling, in which she woke before
hitting the ground.

But most of her time was spent watching Balthasar. The geas still
weighed heavily on him; though his conscious mind had given up
resistance long before, from sheer exhaustion, his subconscious
still fought doggedly against the restraints. Almost anything, no
matter how innocent, could set off a train of thought leading too
close to the forbidden subjects, and set off another round of
convulsions. He was unable to eat more than an occasional bite of
his rations, though his system was fractionally more tolerant of
water, but Silence grew more and more afraid for him. If something
was not done soon, it was certain he would die--but she had no
idea of what could be done, and she did not dare ask the soldiers
who appeared at irregular intervals to check on the prisoners.

By the end of the third day, Balthasar had fallen back into a sort
of sleep that gave him some protection from the convulsions.

"Maybe this is the turning point," Chase Mago said for what seemed
to be the thousandth time.

"Maybe," Silence agreed, but the captain's quick, panting breath
and chill skin told another story. Already, she realized, the
other star-travellers were avoiding them, much as they had avoided
Minda'a and the other men from Freya's Witch while Arne Brodny lay
dying. She reached for Balthasar's wrist, but let her hand fall
back helplessly. There was nothing she could do.

She almost welcomed the sound of the hatch being opened, and the
dull thudding of troopers' boots on the padded deck, and turned to
face the newcomers. Instead of the usual pair of soldiers, who
would make a cursory inspection and disappear, it was a full
squad, and Marcinik was with it. He was looking directly at her,
and Silence rose slowly to her feet, waiting warily to see what
would happen. Marcinik beckoned to two of the troopers, then
crossed the compartment, the sound of his footsteps very loud in
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"What do you want?" Chase Mago asked abruptly, and Silence
jumped." The big engineer took a single step forward to stand at
her shoulder, his face tense with the effort of holding back the
geas.

Marcinik stopped well out of Chase Mago's reach and said, "That
man's dying. Do you want to put him through another trip through
purgatory?" His voice was very reasonable, but Chase Mago shook
his head violently.

"He is not."

"He's still alive now," Silence said quickly; "He may not die."

The lieutenant looked at her oddly. "I doubt there's much chance
of him living," he began, and Chase Mago cut in.

"He is our captain."

Marcinik started to shake his head, and Silence added, "And my
husband." She held her breath but, as she had hoped, that was an
unanswerable argument. Marcinik shrugged.

"As you wish. We lift in an hour."

Despite Marcinik's apparent surrender, Silence remained standing
until the hatch had closed behind the squad. Then she sank to her
knees at

Balthasar's side. Chase Mago dropped to the deck beside her, his
face very pale.

"Are you all right?" Silence asked.

The engineer shook his head impatiently. "I'm fine. What do we do
for Denis?"

"I wish I knew."



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After a time, Silence felt the first thrum of the harmonium deep
in the core of the transport. She welcomed the familiar sound--for
all that it would soon reach the twelfth of heaven, and bring them
all into purgatory again, it made her feel somehow competent
again. She sighed, staring down at Balthasar's unmoving body. If
only the illness were physical, there were techniques even she
could use to help him. They weren't proper healing arts, of
course; those were the magi's province. But, like all star-
travellers, she had learned mirroring, the technique of helping
another body recover its health. All it required was one healthy
body and some training in the simplest meditative techniques;
healer and healed established a rapport, and the sick or injured
body inevitably sought to reach the state of the other. It was a
pity minds could not be cured so easily.

And then again, why not? she asked herself suddenly. Mirroring
couldn't heal the illnesses of the mind, but the geas was hardly
an illness. Surely Balthasar's mind would seek to copy her
accommodations.... If it still could, she reminded herself firmly,
ruthlessly choking all hope--but he will die anyway, something
whispered within her. It may not help, but he's beyond harm.

It was that thought that galvanized her. She wrapped the strap of
her carryall more firmly around her upper arm and shoulder, so
that the pseudo-animation, when it came, would not distract her.
She looked around then for Chase Mago, but the engineer was
already huddled against the bulkhead, head down and eyes closed,
braced for the trip through purgatory. She opened her mouth to
call to him, but realized suddenly that she could not--did not
dare explain what she would attempt. If he told her it was
impossible, and he could only tell her that, because there was no
other answer, she would never have the courage to make the
attempt. She let her mouth fall shut, twisted her hands together
in her lap to try and still her fear.

"Denis," she whispered, "if I hurt you, I'm sorry." She knew he
didn't hear, and she was suddenly struck by the memory of the
twisted bodies flung against the bulkheads. If Balthasar died now,
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She shivered, then put aside the thought, forcing the calm that
was the first stage of mirroring. She loosened her hands, laid
them flat against her thighs, slowed her breathing until she
reached the drugged rhythm of sleep. They were approaching
purgatory, the first shadows appearing in solid objects, and she
fought new fear. She did not know how purgatory would affect
mirroring--so the rapport will be established before we reach the
twelfth, she told herself. Already she was in the semi-trance; now
all that remained was to gather Balthasar to her. She took his
hand, held it lightly between her palms. The captain did not stir,
but she had not expected it. There were words that would reach
even an unconscious man, when spoken on the proper note and when
the speaker held the proper symbols in mind. She said them now,
pitching her voice low and clear, and felt the pins and needles
tingling along her limbs. The rapport of the body had been
reached, but she could not sense his mind. She opened her eyes
cautiously--they were into purgatory now, she saw without
understanding-- and saw Balthasar's face blocked by shadow.

The geas? she wondered. No, not that... but I don't know what it
is.

She spoke the words again, but nothing happened. Balthasar's mind,
the part she had hoped to reach, remained remote. She took a deep
breath, then had to work to recover the even rhythm that would
reinforce her semi-trance. There was only one thing to do, and she
had known from the beginning that it would come to this.
Marshalling her strength, she recalled the In Hydraulis.

The seven words and seven tones echoed in her thoughts, but the
sudden reversal of reality was less disturbing this time. Once
again, she seemed to encompass everything--voidmarks, ship,
compartment--and herself to be enclosed within the citadel of her
mind. But there was something else, not within her, but linked, a
second being that also surrounded the cosmos, and yet did not
contain her. Near the center of herself, she saw Balthasar's body
stir in pain, and felt that pain reflected in a shadowed cloud
that loomed at the periphery of her vision. Somewhere within that
was her captain, or some metaphor of his self that would give her
a key to saving him, but she could not bring herself to probe


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deeply. The shadows loomed ominously; it was all she could do to
look at them.

But I have to do something, she thought. Remembering her own
vision of the fortress, she thought of leaping, and once again
found herself floating above the vision of her own mind. A quick
glance showed her repairs holding, some of the broken images
slowly creeping about again, showing a pale flush of new color.
There was comfort in the sight, and she turned her attention
outward. Somehow she had to break through the dark barrier, but
when she willed herself into it, nothing happened. She tried the
words again, trying to create the mirroring from within, but they
fell worthless, less than nothing.

For an eternity she hung there, even the broken citadel of her own
mind a mockery of the dark shrouded mind beyond her reach. Then at
last, because she had to say something, having come this far, she
groped for words, not knowing his fears, but drawing on her own.

"Denis," she said, "acceptance is deception is resistance."

It sounded feeble even as she spoke, but shockingly, the clouds
beyond were ripped away as though by a hurricane wind. She caught
a sudden glimpse of an iron tower rising from a sea of flame, and
a tiny, twisted figure falling, always falling toward the leaping
tongues of fire, and then she was swept away, back toward the
center of her fortress and through that to reality. But as the
double vision faded, she thought she saw clouds open and a torrent
of rain.

Chapter 7

This time, her waking was not so painful. She had fallen forward
onto the padded deck, arms and legs crumpled beneath her, but her
muscles did not refuse to function as she pulled herself to her
knees. She had been dragged or pushed away from the spot where
Balthasar lay, and a crowd of men surrounded him. Her throat
tightened painfully, and it was all she could do to force herself
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"Julie?" she said, and hoped he wouldn't hear.

"Silence?" To her surprise, the engineer detached himself from the
group and knelt beside her. "Are you all right?"

Silence felt hope stir again. "I'm fine," she said. "What
happened?"

Chase Mago grimaced. "I'm not sure, exactly. Denis--we were about
halfway through purgatory, I guess, when all of a sudden he
screamed. He went off into a fit I was sure would kill him, but
then it stopped. He opened his eyes for a minute--Silence, I'm
sure he was all right then, sane and well--and then he went to
sleep." He added, with an accusing glance at her, "You had passed
out long before this started." Silence ignored the accusation.
With the engineer's help, she pushed her way through the group and
knelt at Balthasar's side. He looked a little better than he had--
no longer quite so pale, the harsh lines eased a little--but he
still lay disturbingly still.

"Denis?" she said softly, and to her amazement, the captain
stirred a little. "Denis," she said again, oblivious to the stares
of the other star-travellers.

Slowly, Balthasar opened his eyes. Chase Mago was right, Silence
realized, the captain was freed of whatever compulsion had driven
him to throw himself against the geas. She felt tears on her
cheeks and smiled through them, suddenly afraid that Balthasar
would see and misunderstand. "Are you all right, then?" she
whispered.

The captain's gaze was fixed on her, an odd expression, half
curious and half ashamed, on his face. "Tired," he managed after a
moment. "Very tired." Even as he spoke, his eyelids flickered.
Silence touched his hand, then looked up at the ring of suspicious
faces. Yes, she thought, damn you, I did this for him, and not for
you or yours--but I didn't know how, not until I did it, and I
doubt I could do it again. To her horror, she found herself crying
again, the sobs choking her as she fought to keep from wailing
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"Leave her alone," Chase Mago said angrily, and Silence reached
blindly for him. The engineer folded her in his arms, settling her
head against his shoulder. "It's all right," he murmured. "Shh,
now." Dimly, Silence felt the movement of his beard along her head
as he glared up at the others who surrounded them. "Later, all of
you. She's dead tired."

Huddled against the coarse cloth of Chase Mago's jacket, Silence
heard Verney mumble something and move away. Then, for the first
time since she had left Secasia, she gave herself up to weeping.

Chase Mago shook her awake a few hours later, stifling her
automatic protest with a quick, "We're landing."

Silence rubbed her swollen eyes. Landing meant Sapriportus and the
depot, meant that they would all be made a part of the Hegemon's
Navy. She fought back her rebellion, her guts twisting with the
geas's warning, and tried to picture what was waiting for them on
the planet's surface. Her grandfather had traded primarily within
the Rusadir, only occasionally with worlds on the outskirts of the
Hegemony. Despite all the stories she had heard in apprenticeship,
she could not imagine an entire world given over to docks and
fleets of starships.

The sound of the harmonium, unnoticed until now, wailed with
sudden dissonance, then stopped abruptly. The transport settled
with a jolt into its cradle. Silence winced, thinking, I could do
better than that. And I may have to. Slowly, she pulled her
carryall to her, wrapping the shoulder strap painfully tight
around her forearm, her free hand tracing the shape of the
starbooks. The deck jerked lightly beneath her feet: they were
being towed to a hangar.

The towing seemed to take forever, but at last the gentle rocking
stopped. A stillness almost tangible fell on the compartment, each
man staring at the hatch as if mesmerized by its rounded surface.
The quiet deepened, and then was broken by a faint scuffling.
Silence turned with a gasp, and saw Balthasar on his feet, leaning
heavily against Chase Mago. She moved to take his other arm, and


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the engineer seemed glad enough to shift some of the burden to
her. Balthasar was more awake than he had been; he glanced
apologetically at her as she settled his arm across her shoulder.

The hatch popped open, admitting a fresh detachment of guards.
Most of them wore the brilliant blue uniforms of garrison troops,
and carried sonic weapons and heylin, rather than the standard
shipboard pellet or dart throwers, but there were a few of the
familiar crimson coats of the Thousand. Dekel was among them, and
Silence looked away quickly, hoping he would not notice her. Aside
from one raking glance that concentrated on her unveiled face,
Dekel ignored her completely.

The officer in command of the garrison detachment--a lieutenant,
Silence guessed, but she was not familiar with the sleeve and
collar symbols--said something, but he spoke in the Asteriona
dialect. At the blank looks, he sighed ostentatiously and said, in
coine, "All right, move along. You're headed by processing, so
you're better be feeling cooperative."

The pompous bastard, Silence thought. There was an edge to his use
of the High Speech--the Asteriona dialect that was the official
language of the Hegemon's court--that betrayed his unfamiliarity
with it. I'd bet he grew up speaking coine like the rest of us.
Oddly, the thought steadied her; she stolidly ignored the stares
of the garrison troops, and concentrated on helping Balthasar down
the corridor.

The transport's cradle had been drawn up to a raised structure
that looked rather like an airlock. However, both the inner and
outer leaves of the hatchway were folded back, and the short ramp
that stretched between the side of the cradle and the lock itself
was open. Despite filters, the air smelled strangely of a mixture
of spices. Verney sniffed at it, frowning, and sneezed
convulsively. The escorting troopers laughed and exchanged sly
remarks. Like their officer, they used the High Speech, but it was
coarsened and interspersed with coine. Silence listened
impassively, hiding the reassurance it gave her.

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hatchway. Marcinik looked oddly at Balthasar, and Silence braced
herself for an awkward question, but the lieutenant said nothing
at all. He and the older man exchanged salutes with the leader of
the escort, spoke a few phrases in High Speech--Silence guessed
they were relinquishing control of the conscripts--and stepped
back into the ship. Dekel and the pair of troopers who belonged to
the ship saluted also, and the garrison officer nodded to his
people.

"Kestel ai," he said, and swore at the lack of understanding.
"Move along, damn you."

The troopers led them across the short catwalk and into a corridor
where the walls and ceilings curved away as though they were
walking through a giant pipe. Strips of glass filled with
filaments of prisoned fire cast globes of cool light that met only
at the edges, like beads on a string. Silence shivered in spite of
herself, and shifted Balthasar's arms on her shoulder. Already the
captain had grown heavier, his steps less steady; she glanced
warily at his face and saw that his eyes were half closed.

"How're you doing, Denis?" Chase Mago asked softly, then grunted
as the nearest guard prodded him in the ribs with the muzzle of
his heylin.

"No talking."

The corridor ended abruptly in a round doorway that gave onto a
glassed-in catwalk that disappeared into a fierce sun glare.
Silence winced, wishing she could spare a hand to shield her eyes,
then stepped through the linking hatch onto the foot-tarnished
bridge. For a brief moment, the light blinded her, and then the
glass overhead darkened slightly and she caught her first glimpse
of Sapriportus.

To her left the landing fields, multiple tables over multiple
field harmonia, stretched to the horizon, capable of handling
perhaps half a dozen ships simultaneously, a small fleet every
hour. On either side the tables were bounded by the low shapes of
hangars and tuning sheds. To her right rose a tangle of buildings,


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some towering thirty stories or higher, some no taller than the
hangar they had left, all linked by a maze of glass tubes similar
to the one in which she stood. All the buildings were patterned
along the same dull lines, however, a drab brown facade pierced at
regular intervals by small square windows. The glass was mirrored
so that no one could see in from the catwalks. Above the tops of
the buildings, the sky was unpleasant, a pale yet dirty yellow,
veiled by a faint haze. The air smelled even more strongly of
spices.

"Kestel ai!"

She had slowed without realizing it, caught despite her situation
by her first sight of an unfamiliar world. The guard did not touch
her, but glared and shook his heylin, and she quickened her pace
obediently.

The catwalk ended in a square doorway that looked almost exactly
like the windows she had seen in the other buildings. Two more
troopers in the blue garrison uniforms were stationed just inside;
as the last of the conscripts passed through, a massive door slid
shut behind them, and the corridor darkened. There were muffled
exclamations from the conscripts, and laughter from the guards,
followed by a demand for quiet. The guards formed them into a
ragged line, cursing in the High Speech. Silence stumbled against
the wall, and was shoved away by a trooper.

"It's all right," Chase Mago said. "I'll take care of Denis."

"I can walk," Balthasar snapped and, shrugging, Silence slipped
his arm from her shoulders. The engineer did the same, but kept a
wary eye on the other man.

The hallway took a sudden turn to the left, and broadened into a
long room, brightly lit, with a counter at the far end. A gnomish
man stood behind it. As the conscripts approached the counter, he
tossed each one a khaki-colored bundle. Silence's mouth thinned,
but she took the folded uniform, trying to ignore the man's sour
glare. A guard pointed to an open door to the left of the counter,
and Silence followed the other conscripts into a room filled with


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desks. Behind each desk sat a man in garrison uniform, hands busy
with complicated machinery. A second guard caught her arm and
shoved her toward the nearest desk.

"Position?" the man behind the machinery said, not looking up.

"Pilot," Silence said.

The man--a captain, she saw by the sleeve marks--started and held
onto the square of plastic extruded by one of the smaller
machines. "A woman?" he said. "Ozul!"

The lieutenant who had led the escort group pushed past the line
of conscripts that filled the doorway, and came up, frowning. The
captain asked a question in the High Speech, and the lieutenant,
Ozul, answered quickly. He spoke for a long time, and Silence
guessed he was explaining the circumstances of her capture. The
captain sighed and turned back to his machines.

"All right, girl. Where were you trained?"

"I'm married," Silence said. She had not intended to play her only
trump card so soon, so clumsily, but the thought of being
separated from the others panicked her.

"Married?" the captain said. "Where is your husband, then?"

"There," Silence said, and pointed to where Balthasar and Chase
Mago stood. "Those two."

"Both of them?" The captain stared, appalled, then turned to Ozul.
"Get the colonel, lieutenant."

Ozul saluted and disappeared; a moment later he was back,
accompanied by an older man with a weary expression that suggested
many years of service on Sapriportus. The captain began to speak,
using the High Speech, and the colonel cut him off.

"Coine, please, Viotto."



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The captain made a face, but complied. "Beg pardon, colonel, but
this woman claims she's married, to those two men." He gestured
vaguely toward the doorway, and the colonel nodded. "What should I
do about assigning her?"

The colonel frowned. "What are you, girl?"

"A pilot," Silence said, and added, "sir."

The colonel frowned even more deeply. "Can you prove your
marriage?"

Silence rummaged in the bottom of her carryall, hoping she had not
lost the slim card she had been given on Delos. She found it
beneath the starbooks, and handed it to the colonel. He scanned
the tiny numbers and tossed it back at her.

"Assign them together," the colonel said. "There are enough small
ships."

"But--" Viotto began.

"The law states that marriage, even peculiar ones, have to be
recognized," the colonel snapped. "Besides, one of the men is
probably a pilot, and he can back her up. God only knows what they
were thinking when they drafted her, but we have to suffer their
mistakes. Make use of her." He turned and stalked away.

Viotto sighed and slipped the square of plastic into a larger
machine, then consulted a tattered sheet of paper. "Where were you
trained?" he asked again.

"Cap Bel," Silence answered.

Viotto punched buttons on his machine, and went on to the next
question on his list, covering everything from the number of years
Silence had spent in space to the details of her training. Each
answer was recorded on the square of plastic. When at last he had
finished, he handed the plastic to her, and beckoned to one of the
guards. He caught at Silence's shoulder and shoved her toward the


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far door. It opened onto a narrow room, where a black-gowned magus
waited, hands half-hidden beneath his full sleeves. He beckoned
her closer, still keeping his hands beneath the fold of cloth, and
she came forward slowly.

"The material," he said, and Silence handed him the square of
plastic, not sure if that was what he wanted.

"Sit."

The magus had spoken to the geas; Silence sat, feeling the mental
bonds tighten fractionally. The magus turned away from her,
muttering over the plastic she had given him. There was a stirring
in the air that raised the hair on her neck, and cut through the
haze that surrounded her. The magus was reaching into hell,
Silence realized, and she shivered in spite of herself. Then he
turned back to her, his hands held perhaps a foot apart, a glowing
blob floating between them. The air around it was warped, as
though it was not air at all but a pocket of something utterly
other, a window into the submaterial. But it was his hands Silence
saw first. They were brightly colored, clown-like, as though some
part of the materials with which he worked had been fused to his
flesh.

The magus made a complex gesture, and the roiling mass quieted,
took on a semblance of form and color. He reached through the
invisible barrier into chaos--as his hands passed through, their
form wavered momentarily, as though seen through imperfect glass--
and gently plucked at the hovering shape. Obediently, it spun out
into a glittering wire, coiling into a double circle. Its color
remained undefined, all colors, a mix of all the spectrum that was
neither any one shade nor the black that should result from such a
mixing. The magus drew his hands away and murmured another phrase,
this time using a language Silence could not recognize. The patch
of hell contracted to a point the size of a man's thumbnail, and
the piece of plastic, now drawn out into a long strand, seemed to
spiral out from it. Its color returned to a normal blue, except at
the very end. The magus lifted it carefully, and in the same
motion looped it around the pilot's neck, beneath the soiled
collar of her shirt. The motion, and the touch of the plastic,


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unpleasantly warm, woke Silence from her daze, but both the geas
and the tiny spot of hell dancing at her throat kept her from
moving. The magus spoke a final word, and the force of it was like
the slamming of a door. The loose ends of the plastic snapped
together, and in the same moment the opening into hell winked out.
Silence reached automatically for the collar and tugged at it, but
the plastic was solid. She could not even find the seam with her
fingernail. It hung loosely enough to be comfortable, but the
circle was far too small to be pulled over her head. It was the
visible sign of the geas, marking her throughout the known galaxy
as a bondwoman.

From the processing hall, the conscripts were herded through a
series of tunnels to a casually guarded barracks. There, for the
first time, Silence, Balthasar, and Chase Mago were separated from
the rest of the conscripts, and taken not to the halls but to the
upper levels of the building, where a single door stood open on a
featureless corridor. Silence looked warily at the little room
with its single wide bed and tiny shower compartment, wondering
what its usual function was. She jumped when their escort cleared
his throat.

"You'll stay here until the Routing Officer finds you a ship. You
have the freedom of the buildings, but if you're not here when the
assignment comes; you'll miss your chance. Meal train comes three
times a day. All clear?" He looked at them and, seeing no
response, stepped back into the corridor. The door slammed shut
behind him.

Balthasar dropped heavily onto the bed, and let himself fall
backward onto the mattress, the bundle of clothes still clutched
to his chest. Without bothering to sit up, he unfolded the
package, frowning at the many-pocketed coveralls and the equally
drab shirt and trousers.

"I'd rather wear my own," he said, and winced as the geas caught
an unvoiced rebellion.

"I wouldn't," Silence said shortly. She checked the shower
compartment, saw that there was no way to clean her own things


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even had she wanted to keep wearing the uncomfortable cold-weather
gear. "I refuse to deal with anything else until I'm clean."

Chase Mago growled agreement, then looked quickly away as Silence
began to unfasten her shirt. Balthasar did not move, and the pilot
turned her back to the bed to give herself at least the illusion
of privacy. The hot water felt almost obscenely good, after the
days on the transport, and she ran the machine through its cycle
twice before she felt really clean. At last she unlatched the door
and groped awkwardly for the piled uniform. She discarded the
coveralls as impractical, but the shirt and trousers fit
surprisingly well, if loosely. But that was all right, she
decided. The fullness of the material would obscure her sex, and
she might be able to pass unnoticed, at least in the Hegemony.

The sun was setting beyond the narrow window, the poisonous yellow
clouds deepened to the color of curry. Silence settled herself at
the head of the bed, staring out over the low buildings to the
landing field, where the strict lines of hangars and sheds were
blurred by haze. A ship rose from a table halfway down the runway,
but the glow of its keel was quickly lost against the vivid sky.
Chase Mago showered, then Balthasar did the same, and both men
grudgingly pulled on the conscript uniforms. Silence continued to
stare out the window, watching the haze-dulled disk of the sun
sink below the horizon.

The arrival of the meal train broke her trance, and she looked
around with a start. Chase Mago accepted their ration trays from
the homunculus, which was even more crudely formed than usual and,
as the door slid shut in his face, ran his hand across the light
sensor. The single panel, set high in the exact center of the
ceiling, did little to cut the sudden gloom. Silence accepted her
tray without speaking, and forced herself to finish the tasteless
stew it contained. As she ate, she watched the others. Chase Mago
ate with a sort of detachment, as though it was his own immense
patience rather than "the geas that kept him in check. Balthasar
ate cautiously, as though afraid of choking. More than once he
raised a hand to his throat, worrying at the collar beneath his
tunic. He had fastened the shirt's high collar fully, so that the
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Case Mago had not bothered to hide his, Silence saw. She tugged
idly at her own collar, wondering how it could be removed. To her
surprise, the geas did not immediately censor the thought.

"Where do we sleep?" Chase Mago asked at last. The emptied trays
had been placed outside the door for the homunculi to collect, and
night had fallen.

"In the bed, I should think," Silence said. She stared longingly
at the landing field, now outlined in strings of multi-colored
lights. The vibrant keel of a lifting starship cast a brief pool
of rainbowed light across the concrete before it lifted and was
lost among the hazy stars.

"All of us?" Chase Mago asked.

"We are married, Julie," Balthasar said. He was still sprawled on
the bed, and now he raised one hand to his ear in warning.

The engineer snorted. "Not likely," he said. "Denis, we're under
geas. Why would they bother--why would they waste money and men--
keeping watch on us?"

That made sense, Silence thought, and waited to see what Balthasar
would say. But the captain remained silent and, after a moment,
Chase Mago shrugged away the discussion.

"I'm tired," he said. "Call it a day?"

"Let's," Silence agreed. After a short search, she found the
window controls and darkened the glass.

It was like and yet unlike the nights they had spent on
Arganthonios, Silence thought later, after the lights were out and
the three had settled gingerly into the broad bed. Then there had
been something of her childhood and adventure in it; now there was
only necessity. She stretched cautiously, trying to avoid the
lumps in the thin foam pad that served as a mattress, and heard
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"Silence?"

"Hmm?" She turned on her side to face him, trying not to steal too
much of the sheet.

"What the hell did you do back there, on the ship?"

Silence hesitated, trying to marshal her thoughts. "I don't really
know," she said at last. "It was like the first time, like I told
Julie."

In the darkness, she could see only the movement as Balthasar
shook his head.

Silence lowered her voice even further, tensing against the geas.
Its restrictions tightened now in warning, forcing her to choose
her words with care. "The first passage through purgatory, from
Arganthonios. I couldn't handle it, not without work to do, and--
I don't know why, it was the first thing that came to mind, but I
said the In Hydraulis. And--" The geas tightened painfully; she
gasped and finished, "The world seemed to turn inside out, like
everything was inside of me."

There was no sound from either man, both waiting patiently for her
to continue her story--Balthasar trying to understand what she had
said and Chase Mago, who had heard it before, waiting for the next
installment. Suddenly it was very important to fight the geas, to
tell them everything she had seen and done, to hear their
interpretation of it, so that she, too, could understand her own
new abilities. The pain in her abdomen grew stronger; she dug both
fists against it, nails biting into her palms, breathing hard to
master it.

"It was like another place," Silence went On, "like being inside
my own mind." The geas twisted through her, and she bit her Up
against the pain, glad the darkness hid her face. It eased; she
gasped and continued, "I could see what the geas had done. I
couldn't get rid of it, no matter what I did, so I tried--" She
faltered again, less from the pain of the geas, now fully roused
against her, than from uncertainty. "I tried to shore things up,


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to make repairs. That worked, a little, so then, when Denis was so
bad, I thought of mirroring, and tried to do the same for him."
She stopped, breathing heavily, while the pain receded. At her
side, she heard Chase Mago shift uneasily. "It shouldn't be
possible," he said at last. Balthasar snorted. "I'm here, aren't
I?" "That's not what I meant," the engineer snapped. "Silence, I
don't know how much theory they teach pilots, but when I was an
apprentice, I learned that the seven pure tones, the In Hydraulis,
if you like, control the first seven processes; that the reason
you can't call those up in purgatory is that there they're a
shortcut to a magus's power."

Silence said nothing, still curled in on herself as the pain
eased. Balthasar touched her shoulder gently, then said to the
engineer, "So?" "So it should have blasted her, and you." Even in
the darkness, Silence could hear the engineer's anger--directed
less at her, she thought, than at the universe for permitting its
rules to be broken.

"And it didn't," Balthasar said, "and I'm grateful." "Why didn't
it?" Chase Mago demanded. "How could it not?"

Silence sighed. I wish I knew, she thought. If I did know--she
choked off that thought before it could trigger the geas again. I
suppose I should've been blasted by the sight, not been able to
control it, make sense of it, the way I did. The other pilots
couldn't--Denis couldn't've done it without my help, I'm sure of
that. But why me? Why not them?

Because I'm a woman? Maybe--even probably. I'm the only woman they
captured, but not the only pilot, not unique in any other way. But
why does that make a difference? Or am I just missing something
equally obvious?

"Silence?" Chase Mago said.

"What?"

"You're sure--" Chase Mago began, and Silence cut him off.



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"Yes. I did what I said I did, and there's no chance I was
mistaken about it. I know exactly what I did." She sighed again,
anger vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. "I just don't know
how, or why."

It was over a week before they were assigned to a ship, and there
was little they could do with that time. Balthasar recovered his
strength, and at his insistence, they explored a part of the
barracks complex. They learned nothing useful, however; most of
the others captured at Arganthonios had already been assigned to
ships, and the other inhabitants of the barracks seemed to be
petty criminals shipped to the Navy in lieu of a jail sentence.
Wandering through the empty corridors made Silence uneasy--she was
certain that a magus had shaped the corridors, the patterns of
rooms, and the proportions of the building to create that
nervousness--but she could not dispel it, and even Balthasar was
willing to give it up as useless.

The assignment came unexpectedly, toward mid-afternoon on the
eighth day. The door snapped back without the preliminary rumble
of the wheeled carts that meant the meal train, revealing a stocky
man with a bored, babyish face. He was accompanied by a pair of
equally uninterested guards, who had not bothered to unsling their
sonic rifles.

"Well?" Silence asked.

The stocky man started, and gave her an inquiring glance that
turned to recognition. It was a reaction she was getting used to;
in the Hegemony, it seemed, clothing really did make the man.

"You've been assigned to the mailship Bruja," the stocky man said,
and hesitated so long over a title for her that he decided to
leave it off entirely. "Come along."

There were no preparations to make. Silence picked up her
carryall, which now contained, along with her starbooks, their
spare clothes, and the three followed the stocky man from the
room. At the door that led to the outside, they were issued cheap
filter-masks--Silence saw that the door itself was doubled-celled,


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like an airlock--but even with the rigid plastic encircling nose
and mouth, Silence choked on the heavy smell of the air. The man
in charge of the escort gave her another curious glance, but said
nothing, gesturing instead for them to enter the waiting
groundcar. The passenger area and driver's well were enclosed, and
Silence could see the grey disks of heavy-duty filters across the
air ducts, but even so, the escort troops did not remove their
masks. Silence, the spices bitter on her tongue, was glad to
follow their example.

The mailship was docked in a hangar more than halfway down the
field, one that could only be reached by turning off the main
track onto a narrower access road. That was an excellent
indication of the status of the ship to which they'd been
assigned, Silence thought, and wondered what sort of supervision
would be given them. Then the groundcar passed through the tunnel-
like entrance to the hangar, and she put those thoughts aside. She
would find out soon enough.

The mailship itself was a miniature version of a Dervish-class
naval three, and Silence sensed Balthasar's grudging interest. It
was a handsome ship, even more sleekly built than Sun-Treader, a
long, narrow hull balancing on a massive keel. That remained
shrouded beneath its baffles, but she had no doubt it would show
the peacock mottling, like oil on water, that was characteristic
of the keels cast in the Hegemony. As they went up the ladder at
the side of the cradle, their footsteps set off sympathetic
vibrations even through the baffling, and Silence could hear the
perfection of the tuning.

The hatch stood open for them, and the stocky man paused briefly
before beckoning them inside. The hatch opened directly into what
passed for the common area, and a man was waiting for them. No,
not a man, Silence thought as her eyes adjusted to the ship's dim
light, a boy, maybe seventeen or eighteen. At first glance, he was
handsome enough, in the overbred way of the Hegemony's inner
planets, but a closer look showed the marks of a perpetual frown,
and prim lines bracketing his too-thin mouth.

"What the hell are you staring at?" the boy demanded abruptly. He


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had the voice to match his looks, high-pitched and querulous, with
the trace of an aristocratic stammer.

"Nothing," Silence said, and added, as the boy's eyes narrowed, "I
beg your pardon."

At the sound of her voice, the boy's face changed. His expression
went from anger to surprise, and then to recognition as he looked
more closely. "Take off that filter."

Silence had not realized she was still wearing it. She snapped
free the strap and lifted off the stiff cup, bracing herself for
the comments. I should have brought a veil, she thought, or at
least a scarf. Or even been a little coy about taking the damned
filter off, at least in front of an inner systems boy. This is a
bad way to start out.

The boy looked her up and down again, recognition fading into a
contempt that he did not bother to hide. Silence flushed, and the
boy sneered. "A woman, Makai?" he demanded, turning to the
escorting officer. "I take this as a personal insult."

Makai took a deep breath, but answered mildly enough. "They are a
married triple, sir. Legally, they can't be broken up."

"And what earthly good is she?" The boy glared at both of them.
"Well, girl?"

I'm at least ten years older than you are, boy, Silence thought.
She said, "I'm a certified pilot. I hold papers from the Rusadir
and the Hegemonic examiners."

"Ha." The boy scowled at her, daring her to say more.

Makai said, "That's correct, sir. They were the crew of one of the
pirate couriers, captured at Arganthonios. They're an experienced
crew, according to Processing; they should be a great resource."

For an inexperienced officer, Silence thought. She could feel the
effort it had taken for Makai not to say those words.


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The boy made a face. "Let me see the records."

Makai prodded Silence--the nearest of the conscripts--forward, and
the boy caught at her shoulder, pulling open the collar of her
shirt. Silence flinched, but forced herself to stand still as the
boy pulled a small box from his pocket. He fitted the slotted end
over the ring of plastic and ran it rapidly along the lengths of
the circle. A minute screen lit, but the boy was not looking at
the words that flashed across it. Silence ignored the direction of
his gaze and, after a moment, the boy looked back to the screen.
He repeated the process with Balthasar and Chase Mago, running the
reader along the collar to get a quick summary of their records.

"It would be a pity to miss the job they've lined up for you,
sir," Makai said, after a moment.

The boy's head snapped up. "You think I won't do my duty? But I
won't forget this insult."

"Very good, sir." Makai's voice was a little ragged, and his color
had deepened. "Acting Lieutenant the Right Worthy Esege Druta,
this is your crew, conscripts under his Most Serene Majesty's law
and mercy. Treat them accordingly." He snapped a salute that was a
little too precise to be sincere, turned on his heel, and was
gone, his troopers clattering at his heels.

Acting Lieutenant the Right Worthy Esege Druta, Silence thought.
She did not dare glance at either of the others for fear she would
laugh. He was no more than a midshipman, for all his title, and as
for that, Right Worthies were dirt common. Even planetary
governors ranked higher than that.

Druta's lips were thinned. Clearly, he had wanted to make
something more of the ceremony, or at least of the recitation of
his titles. "Very well. We'll begin by assigning you cabins--
separate cabins. I'll have none of these Fringe World perversities
on this ship."

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cough.

Druta glared at him. "You'll have the first three compartments,
the first two, and then the one on the right side of the corridor.
Engineer, take that one. It's closer to your work."

Silence glanced in the direction of the boy's grand gesture,
trying to picture the plan of the ship. Bruja had a long, narrow
hull that widened toward the stern, and it looked as though the
commons ran the width of the ship. A single corridor ran aft from
the commons, and she thought she could see, at the end of it, the
lighted hatch of the engine room. Which meant that the cabins were
arranged to either side of the corridor, and that in turn meant
that Druta was giving them the smallest and least comfortable
cabins on the ship.

"And one more thing," Druta said. "I want to observe the decencies
as much as possible. You, pilot--Leigh, is it? Don't address me
directly unless it's an emergency, or ship's business. Anything
else should go through your husband--husbands." He turned away
before Silence could think of a response.

It was almost funny, Silence thought that night, after Druta had
finally given them permission to retire together to Chase Mago's
cabin to read over the ship's various manuals. The boy was a
horror, and she dreaded spending even another hour on this ship,
but at the same time his malice was so comprehensively juvenile
that it was robbed of some of its force. She had worried about
being the only woman on an otherwise all-male ship, but she had
not expected this low-comedy harassment. She glanced involuntarily
at the open door--Druta had insisted on that, before going to his
own cabin, one of the two large compartments at the far end of the
corridor--and Balthasar snorted.

"Keep the door open--what the hell does he think we're going to
do, anyway?"

Silence shut her mouth on the obvious answer. She did not want to
bring up the subject. "What worries me is what's going to happen
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"When you have to give orders, you mean," Balthasar said. "You'd
think he never saw a woman before."

Chase Mago looked up from a dog-eared engineering text. "He
probably hasn't, at least not unveiled." At Balthasar's
exclamation of disgust, the engineer closed the book and leaned
forward, lowering his voice. "Look, this Druta's not highest
caste, but one rank under--not of the Thousand, but the Ten
Thousand. And those people raise their children even more strictly
than the Hegemon does, just in case they can move up in rank. I've
seen a lot of them, when I was younger. They've got strange ideas
of what's due to their rank, and of the places of women and
commoners, and we'd better remember that."

"And he's a bad one to start with," Balthasar muttered.

"Right. So you'd better watch your step, Denis." Chase Mago's
expression changed, was slightly embarrassed. "But it's you I'm
really worried about, Silence."

Silence sighed. "He's what? Sixteen, seventeen? He's a child. I
can handle him."

Silence had expected it to be several weeks before their cargo
arrived. The next morning, however, as she tossed the last of the
breakfast dishes down the disposal chute, the buzzer sounded and,
at the same moment the hatch slid back. A tall man stood framed
against the yellowed sunlight that filled the hangar, his face in
shadow.

"Captain Druta, girl."

Well, I suppose this counts as ship's business, Silence thought,
and was not sorry to have an excuse to irritate the boy. "Yes,
sir," she said, and crossed to the intercom plate. "Captain?" she
said, and cut off his outraged answer. "An officer to see you."

Druta's face, when he emerged from his cabin, was thunderous, but
he did not address Silence. "Welcome aboard, colonel."


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"Thank you." Now that the man was no longer silhouetted against
the light, Silence could read the insignia, silver against the
black of his uniform. He was a colonel of the Left Hand, almost a
magus, one of the men who did most to enforce the Hegemon's will.
They were not quite spies, not quite police, not quite soldiers,
but a little of all those, and something else besides.

"I am Colonel Gyasi, as you no doubt know," the man went on, and
his smile did not quite take the edge off his words. "I assume you
are ready to transport me and my equipment to Castax as soon as
possible?"

"Yes, sir," Druta said.

"When will that be?"

For the first time, the midshipman faltered. "I'm not sure, sir."

"Well, where's your pilot?" the colonel asked.

Druta made a face when he thought Guasi wasn't looking. "Here she
is, sir."

For the first time, Gyasi seemed to see Silence, and she flushed
under his gaze.

"Well, pilot?" Gyasi prodded.

Silence gathered her thoughts hastily. She had not had to plot the
first leg of a course since joining Sun-Treader, but she was not
willing to admit that she was out of practice. "To Castax? That's
always a tricky run, from this angle. I'd have to consult the
astrologers to be sure."

"Do so," Druta snapped.

Silence retreated to the control room, closing the hatch behind
her. For once the astrologers were not busy; one worked out the
optimum time for departure, when the other planets in


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Sapriportus's system would create the least interference. Silence
keyed the information into Bruja's unfamiliar console, setting up
the Ficinan models. They could lift that day, but the line of
departure was clouded by the swift-moving innermost planet. The
next good time was two days later, when the innermost world would
have moved far enough along its orbit to free Bruja's course of
most of the interference. The other planets would be in favorable
positions then, too. That was the optimum time to lift, and they
would need to file notice of their departure immediately. Unless,
of course, a Colonel of the Left Hand had high enough priority to
win them a space regardless. There would be plenty of common
traffic trying to get to a world like Castax. She sighed and
returned to the commons, interrupting a low-voiced discussion
between Gyasi and Druta. Ignoring the colonel's smile, she
explained the situation.

"I don't think you need to worry about competing traffic," Gyasi
said. "Castax is under siege."

Under siege. For a moment, the phrase did not register, and then
Silence looked up with a gasp. Castax, the most important center
for manufacture and the arts on the Fringe, second only to Delos
in wealth and influence, was under attack. But Castax was
controlled by a merchant dynasty, she thought. How could they have
managed to anger the Hegemon enough for him to declare war, when
Delos and Athos Maria and all the other opposition worlds haven't
done it? Or has the Hegemon decided to start his attack on the
Fringe?

Gyasi said, "You might be interested to know that Wrath-of-God is
the cause of this war--indirectly, of course, but a number of your
ships, driven off at Arganthonios, fled to Castax. When the
governor refused to surrender them, the Hegemon had no choice." He
turned to Druta. "May we begin loading, captain?"

The rest of the day was spent in stowing the colonel's equipment.
At least he had not said it was light, Silence thought bitterly,
rubbing her back with bruised fingers. The homunculi had done most
of the work of bringing it aboard, but Bruja's cargo space was
strictly limited, and Gyasi warned them that seven of the dozen


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crates contained cargo unusually sensitive to harmonics. Chase
Mago had had to shift the heavy Crates from one compartment to
another, then back again, balancing various materials against each
other before he thought the ship was in tune. Silence left the
engineer staring dubiously at the last set of crates, stowed now
in the empty midships cabin in hopes that the extra baffling in
the cabin partitions would help shield the contents, and headed
for the common area. Balthasar had quit some hours before; she
glanced into his cabin in passing, and saw him sprawled asleep,
still recovering from the geas.

In the commons, Silence chose packets of bulk rations from the
storage cells above the galley console and fed them into the
machine. She switched on the machinery and began to drag the
folding table and benches out of the deck recesses. From things
Chase Mago had said, she gathered it was a matter of high status
to have a woman doing the menial labor, and low status to be
forced to let a woman do a man's job. She smiled wryly. At least
her piloting was an insult to the midshipman.

The console beeped to let her know that the food was properly
reconstituted, and she switched it over to a holding mode. Druta
appeared almost instantly, then Balthasar and Gyasi. For a moment,
it seemed as though Druta would insist that she wait on the table,
but at the last moment Gyasi's raised eyebrow and hint of a smile
stopped him. The two Hegemonic officers took their place at one
end of the table; Silence and Balthasar sat at the other.

"Julie's still settling those crates," Balthasar said quietly. "He
asked me to keep dinner warm."

Druta was frowning down the length of the table. Silence contented
herself with a brief nod in response. Balthasar made a face, but
said nothing.

"Surely you can't afford to keep to the strict rule on a ship this
small," Gyasi said. There was an indefinable edge to his voice,
partly malice and partly condescension, that made Druta wince.

"I'd like to observe the decencies as long as possible."


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"A pity. I dare say the sieura would be a fascinating
conversationalist."

Silence was suddenly aware of the colonel's eyes on her, and it
took an effort of will not to return the stare. Gyasi's thoughts
were as clear as if he had spoken aloud: a magus's trick.
Interesting, not pretty. But you'll do.

Gyasi had not bothered to hide his thoughts from the others. Druta
was blushing, and Balthasar's expression was furious. It's odd,
Silence thought, tensed against his next words. Not five minutes
ago I was prepared to appeal to the colonel against the boy. Now
I'll have to play the boy against the colonel.

"I hope I can persuade you to rescind your ban, captain," Gyasi
went on. "As a personal favor."

Druta shrugged, attempting to recover his dignity. "If you wish
it, colonel, of course. Leigh, you may speak when you want."

"Thank you," Silence said, and could not keep the bitterness out
of her voice.

Gyasi smiled as though her anger pleased him. "Are you a Misthian,
Silence?"

"No." Silence turned her attention to the uninteresting food,
forcing herself to eat.

"Have you been married long?" Gyasi adopted the falsely interested
tone of an oligarch making conversation with the child of a
client.

"I suppose."

"That's hardly an answer," Gyasi said, and there was steel beneath
his smile.

"Three years," Silence lied, and immediately wished she hadn't.


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Gyasi would know her record.

"So long?" The tone made the colonel's disbelief clear, and
Balthasar stirred restlessly. Silence kicked him beneath the
table, and the Delian subsided.

"It must be--" Gyasi hesitated with mocking delicacy over his
choice of words "--interesting to be married to two men at once."

Suddenly, Silence had to stifle a laugh. Interesting, indeed, but
not in the way Gyasi thought. But she could not reveal that truth.

Balthasar said, his voice under tight control, "Captain, will you
allow him to ask a married woman questions like that?"

It was a good try, Silence thought, but not good enough. Druta was
not going to be strong enough to stand up to Gyasi--how could he
be, she thought, a mere acting lieutenant in his first command,
opposing a colonel of the Left Hand? She felt momentarily sorry
for him.

"Excuse me, please," she said, before either Balthasar or Gyasi
could speak.

"Oh, don't go yet, sieura," Gyasi said. His eyes were fixed on
Balthasar, and Silence saw the Delian pale. "Your--husband--has
just warmed to your defense. Don't you want to stay and see the
outcome?"

"No." Silence shoved her plate viciously into the disposal slot
and turned to leave.

"Very wise of you," Gyasi went on, raising his voice slightly to
be sure she heard. The pitch changed slightly, and there was
something in it that stopped Silence in her tracks. "When you
consider this one's past, you're wise not to rely on him."

He had not spoken to the geas, Silence realized, but to something
else, the shameful curiosity that lurked in every human being, the
desire to know the worst about others. He had used some magus's


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trick to evoke that, and Silence found herself rooted to the spot,
listening against her will. Bleak with anger, she fought for
enough freedom to turn to face him, if she could not turn away.

"You would expect at least courage in a pirate, sieura," Gyasi
said. "But what's this I see? Twice, now, you've surrendered, when
a better man might have fought."

"And died," Balthasar whispered.

"Once, I grant you," Gyasi said, with easy magnanimity. "On
Arganthonios. But off Wrath-of-God, after your ship blew apart?
You were the only survivor, I see--and why were you in a
spacesuit, when none of the others were? The only survivor . . .
but I don't see you summoning aid. No, you cowered in your pilot's
bubble until the salvage teams found you. You would have let
yourself die, simply because you were too afraid of death to go
down one ladder and send the message that would save your life.
It's no wonder you've never set foot on a warship since, you who
were in line for command--but is that shame, or more fear?"

"Stop!" Silence fought free with a gasp; her voice shattered the
colonel's spell.

"But of course," Gyasi said. His voice was tuned differently now,
conceding temporary defeat. "I merely thought you should know the
kind of man you've bound yourself to--and what I said is true,
isn't it, Balthasar?" His voice held a sudden echo of the earlier,
commanding tone. Balthasar winced, but said nothing. He did not
need to; his answer was plain.

"Excuse me," Silence said again, her voice tight with anger. She
spoke to the boy, not to Gyasi, and after a moment Druta nodded
dismissal. She stalked from the common area, and Balthasar
followed.

At the door of her cabin, she hesitated. Balthasar was there, his
face wintery. He made a wry face and said, with a painful attempt
at a normal voice, "I suppose I should explain. I guess I don't
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"No," Silence said. "You don't have to tell me anything."
Balthasar remained standing there, and she held out her arms
awkwardly. As awkwardly, Balthasar came into the embrace, resting
his head finally against her shoulder. Silence held him for a long
moment, until the thought of Gyasi prompted her to edge back into
the cabin, freeing one hand to touch the door latch. The motion
made Balthasar start and pull away. Silence sighed and settled
herself on the bunk, the only piece of furniture in the cabin.

"Sit down," she said.

Balthasar shook his head. "I owe you an explanation."

"You don't," Silence said again.

"He's right, of course," Balthasar went on, as if she hadn't
spoken. "That's the worst part--everything he said is true. But
that's not the whole of it, Silence, I swear. I admit, I couldn't
make myself go down to the control room, and it was because I
couldn't stand seeing what was left of my friends. We'd already
lost so many, there'd been so much death, that I couldn't take any
more." He stopped, managed a dry chuckle. "But you'd probably
rather just hear what he left out."

"I didn't say that," Silence began, and Balthasar continued
heedlessly.

"What happened was I was chief pilot on one of the warships--I was
co-opted by Wrath-of-God when I was sixteen, off a freighter they
took. And I was next in line for command. Off Athlit, a squad of
Navy ships jumped us, two threes and a five to our four. We got
lucky and managed to make it into purgatory ahead of them, and
there's nobody who knows how to use purgatory like a pilot trained
by Wrath-of-God. We got away, but I'd taken us pretty far afield.
I brought us out of purgatory on the far side of the station,
under the wave itself. The harmonium blew and the hull cracked.
Everybody else was killed."

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at one more maimed or dying man. The helmet was a good blinder.
The rest he told you. I couldn't bring myself to go down to the
control room and call for help, so the salvage tugs took their
time coming for the ship. They spent five and three-quarters
hours; I had air for six when the hull went."

"They took away your command?" Silence asked, when it became clear
something was expected of her.

Balthasar shook his head. "They offered me a ship, a three. I
turned them down."

Silence sighed, not knowing what to say. She touched the cover of
the bunk tentatively, and Balthasar came to sit beside her. After
a moment, she slid an arm around his shoulders, and the Delian
leaned against her, less awkwardly than before.

After a while, Silence said, "We're still here. That's something."
There was more she wanted to say, but she feared the geas would
stop her. She was surprised that it had not already censored her.

Balthasar looked at her in surprise. "That was what you said, back
on the transport. Or something like it." He winced in
anticipation, a look of pain that turned rapidly to puzzlement. It
was oddly comic, and Silence smothered a smile.

"That didn't hurt," he said slowly. "It should be forbidden by the
geas, right? But it didn't hurt."

"I don't know," Silence said. Suddenly, all the frustration of the
past weeks rose to the surface. "If I knew why it didn't, or how
I'd done whatever it was, I'd be free by now--" The knifing pain
caught her unawares. She doubled over, moaning, then had to fight
to keep from being sick on the decking. Balthasar eased her to the
toilet compartment, held her shoulders until she was done, then
smoothed her hair gently.

"Take it easy," he said.

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grimaced as the muscles along her ribs protested the movement.

"You should lie down." Despite her protests, Balthasar eased her
to the bunk, pushed her down onto the hard mattress. He hesitated
at the door, as though he wanted to say more, but then ducked out.

Silence leaned back against her pillow, closing her eyes. She felt
distinctly lightheaded, from being sick and from the aftereffects
of the colonel's tricks. And, she admitted to herself, from
Balthasar's admitting to Gyasi's accusations. Unbidden, the image
she had seen at the very end of the transport's second journey
through purgatory rose in her mind, the tower and sea of flame,
the clouds and the falling man. This time, it was familiar, an
image from the Tarot, one of the oldest, and least systematic,
symbolic languages. Her teacher had venerated it because it was
old, and had drilled the seventy-eight scenes into her memory. She
pictured herself turning the cards, past Magician and Hermit and
Death to the sixteenth: the Tower, the House of God.

Set side by side, the images were not as alike as she had thought.
The card showed the tower lightning-struck, the turrets in the
instant of being blasted away, a pair of figures thrown from its
heights. The vision had been different--the tower unbroken but
rising instead from fire. Only a single figure fell and, on
reflection, she thought she recognized Balthasar's image. The
meanings she had been forced to learn did not quite seem to fit,
either. The Tower was disaster, catastrophe, occasionally
catastrophic enlightenment, not the sort of story Balthasar had
told. So that meaning must run somehow parallel to the true
significance of the vision. She frowned to herself, and dismissed
the remembered card.

She sighed. It was not, perhaps, an important thing, but she could
not seem to free herself from this passion for first causes. She
let her mind drift, patient in the tangential pursuit of
revelation, and let the possibilities wash over her. Flame and
guilt were a common enough equation, she was certain first of
that. And the tower, like her own picture of concentric walls,
would be a metaphor for mind. The falling figure was harder to
interpret, unless it merely indicated that Balthasar had never


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forgiven himself for his fear. You're going far afield, she told
herself sternly. There's no way for you to know. But the image
spoke of old suffering, and she could not forgive Gyasi for
evoking it. Nor will I, she vowed. This is to the death, colonel.
She tensed, waiting for the geas to strike, but there was only a
fleeting pain.

The thought of vows and undying hates evoked other memories,
stories she had heard while an apprentice. She could not remember
the plots of the tales that had been whispered among the half-
trained pilots, though she thought they had all been much the
same, but she could remember the curses. The words were dark, with
the gusts of winter behind them, and their shape was hard and
bitter in the mouth. She whispered one, savoring the taste.

"Oh, Chaos, Charon, make of him carrion. Gyasi accursed, stands
now accused, judge him to die."

The words seemed to echo, for all that she had spoken softly, to
gather strength and substance. She could almost see them
rebounding from the cabin walls, growing in soundless vigor until
they burst through the cabin door and sped down the corridor to
strike Gyasi as he sat frowning at his work. The colonel stirred,
looked up with a face half alarmed and half surprised. His lips
seemed to move in counterspell, and the picture vanished.

Shaken, Silence swung herself off the bunk and went to the door
herself. She peered nervously out into the corridor, but there was
no outcry from Gyasi's cabin. The safety lights burned unchanged
at the door of the engine room; the empty cabins remained sealed
up, locks glowing. From the common area came the familiar clatter
of a cup held to the spout of the coffee urn. Everything seemed
normal. But she had unleashed something, of that she felt certain.
She had seen her curse, and felt its power, and the memory of it
was cold on her neck. The curse had been real, and the colonel
knew she had called it. And, worst of all, she could not know the
consequences.

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Silence woke the next morning with a slight ache behind her
temples, and a sense of thunder in the air. She sniffed
automatically for the smell of ozone and the chill that had always
meant a storm in her childhood, before she realized what it was:
nothing physical, nothing real, but rather the influence of the
curse. She dressed slowly, wondering if the others would feel it,
too.

Both officers were in the common area when she finally forced
herself to leave her cabin, and Chase Mago brooded over a cup of
coffee by the galley console, pointedly not sitting with the
others. Silence went to join him, drawing herself a cup of coffee.
She wondered where Balthasar was, but refused to ask in front of
the colonel.

"Good morning, Sieura Leigh," Gyasi said.

Silence looked up, deliberately matched his stare and held it for
a long moment before answering. "Good morning."

"Sieur Chase Mago, you should be proud of your wife," Gyasi said.
The engineer gave no sign that he had heard. "She's very loyal--or
at least she's loyal to your fellow husband. You'll never guess
what she did last night, Druta."

The midshipman looked up unhappily. "No, sir."

"Guess." The word was an order.

"Slapped you," the boy offered desperately.

"Not precisely, though you're right about the general idea," Gyasi
said. "The--lady--tried to curse me. Unsuccessfully, I might add."

You're lying, Silence thought, feeling the thunderous air thicken
about them. And I know you're lying. My curse is working, and
beneath that offhand pose you're frightened. She fought to keep
from showing her terrible elation.

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"Oh, yes," Gyasi answered, "but curses fall through the gaps in a
geas." Druta still looked confused, and the colonel gave a
theatrical sigh. "You understand that a geas essentially enjoins
obedience and forbids escape?" He waited for Druta to nod before
continuing. "Because a certain freedom of action is required, that
is all a geas does--it doesn't forbid thoughts of harming an
officer of the Hegemon, for example, or even the Hegemon himself.
It's assumed that the constraint of obedience will cover any such
eventuality. And, after all, in the hands of an untrained person,
particularly an untrained woman, a curse is nothing but a
malevolent wish, without power."

Silence could almost taste the terrible copper scent of the air,
the waiting curse, and she held her breath, sure that something
would happen. Then she saw the colonel's hand move
surreptitiously, warding off the threat. The tension eased, and
she looked around to see if the others had felt it. Chase Mago was
frowning slightly, one hand at his temples as though he had a
headache, but the midshipman seemed completely unaffected. Silence
could not repress a slight, satisfied smile. Then the smile faded.
Gyasi might not be willing to admit to Druta that the curse was
real, but he would have no cause to conceal that when they reached
Castax. What would happen then?

"Leigh," Druta snapped, and Silence looked up quickly. "I think
you have duties to see to?"

"Yes, captain," Silence said, glad to make her escape.

Chase Mago followed her to the head of the corridor. "Stay out of
his way," he whispered as she passed, and Silence nodded.

That was easier said than done on a ship as small as Bruja, but
Silence did her best to follow the other's advice. Fortunately,
the departure for Castax was only a day away, and she was able to
spend most of her time in her own cabin, pretending to be busy
with her starbooks. It took her less than an hour to learn the
marks for the passage through purgatory--once Bruja left the
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uncomplicated--and she spent the rest of the time flipping through
her books, wondering if she would ever take a ship through some of
those paths again. Her eyes turned longingly to the Gilded Stairs,
and the path to Earth that lay within. Those were ones she wanted
badly to fly, if only to defeat her uncle.... And will I ever get
the chance? Probably not, she thought savagely. And I want to.

There was another warning pain in her belly, and lights seemed to
flash before her eyes, wiping out the page in front of her. No,
she thought, I won't give in. Instead of retreating from the
thought, she held to it defiantly, pushing hard against the limits
of the geas. The pain mounted, became unendurable, and she ducked
away, fighting to keep from being sick again. She had a sudden
sense of rushing wind, of falling into her body again, and then
the pain was gone.

She shivered violently, more in anticipation of pain than anything
else. When nothing more happened, she raised her head, then sat up
cautiously. Her mind felt different, and she shook her head hard,
trying to rid herself of the odd tingling. Carefully, controlling
and focusing her thoughts, she envisioned freedom, thought of
carrying a starship from Sapriportus to Delos, then from De-los to
Athos Maria, all at her own desire. The geas tightened, but it was
a remote pain, controllable. So what have I done this time? she
wondered. The geas felt looser, less powerful, but still very much
present. Once again, she was overwhelmed by frustration. So close,
she thought, and if I only knew what I was doing--how I was doing
it--I might well be free by now. But all I know is that it's
supposed to be impossible-- She put those thoughts aside with an
effort, and was surprised to find her body tired, as though she
had been lifting crates in the hold. She made a face and stretched
out on her bunk, making her mind a blank, knowing that she would
need to be relaxed for the voyage to Castax.

The passage itself was even less complicated than she had
anticipated. Balthasar handled the tricky maneuvering required to
take Bruja out of Sapriportus's system, avoiding the interference
set up by other ships and the other planets. Silence handled only
the transition and the passage through purgatory, manipulating the
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distorted shapes that might have been welcoming inns. The geas
made less difference to her perceptions than she might have
expected, though in part she guessed that this was due to the
gains she had made against it. It was perhaps a little harder to
make the images coalesce, but she put that down more to the
awkwardness of an unfamiliar ship than to the effects of the geas.

Bruja came out of purgatory easily enough, falling down a toboggan
run studded with illusory rocks, and Silence took time to stretch
thoroughly before climbing down to the control room. Balthasar and
Druta occupied the two couches; rather than risk the boy's
reprimand, Silence went on into the common area, intending to
watch their approach on the small screen set into the bulkhead
there. But Gyasi was already there, and she did not pause, but
continued through the common area to her own cabin. She made
herself wait, trying to gauge their progress from the slight
changes in pitch as Balthasar worked them closer to the planet.
She could not judge precisely, but at last the harmonium eased off
into the muted, sustained chord that chimed gently with and
against the harmonies around it. We've arrived, she thought--she
recognized the sound as holding the ship in a parking orbit,
working against the harmonies of the planet's core--but she made
no move to leave her cabin. After a while, she heard and felt the
scraping of a boot against the hull, and then the cabin door slid
open.

"Come on then, before Druta comes looking," Balthasar said without
preamble. "We're off-loading that colonel."

Silence followed him unwillingly, not wanting to remind Gyasi of
her existence, but she could see why help was needed. The air
crawled with music, just under and just above the threshold of
hearing. The homunculi, sent from the tug to help with Gyasi's
belongings, were sluggish, their rudimentary nervous system badly
scrambled by the continual unseen presence. It took not only her
and

Balthasar, but Druta and finally the colonel himself to get the
homunculi to drag the crates to the hatch. Chase Mago was still
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Silence envied him even his job of adjusting the tuning to match
not only the nuances of Castax's core but the echos from the other
ships maintaining the siege.

"Silence!"

That was Balthasar again, and the pilot collected her thoughts
hastily, stepping around piled crates and motionless homunculi to
the hatch itself.

"They're setting up a walk-ramp for the homunculi, but they'll
still have to cross through an unshielded tube. It seems the locks
won't mate properly."

Silence nodded. "Locks rarely do. How're we going to keep the
homunculi from shorting out completely?"

"Take this." Balthasar tossed her a control wand, its tip glowing
bright red, indicating it was putting out its maximum power. "If
you stand about halfway up the tube, and Druta stands at the
boat's hatchway, the combined fields ought to override most of the
interference. Especially if we send them one at a time."

"Where's Gyasi?"

Balthasar smiled. "Already gone aboard, and waiting impatiently
for his stuff."

"Hey!" Druta stuck his head in the hatch, bending forward against
the steep slope of the ramp. "Get a move on, Leigh. Surely this
isn't beyond a pilot's capacity."

Silence swallowed her answer, and said to Balthasar, "About
halfway, you said?"

"I'll show you," Druta snapped. "Come along."

Shrugging, Silence followed him, levering herself through the
hatch onto the springy surface of the ramp. To either side and
overhead she could see the stars through the transparent material


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of the transfer tube. She gulped and looked at her feet, but she
could still see stars glimmering through the plastic to either
side of the ramp.

"Right there," Druta said. "Just keep your wand aligned with ours,
and everything will be fine."

I know how to handle homunculi, Silence thought wearily, even if I
don't like them, but said nothing. She stepped gingerly off the
ramp, settling her feet carefully as the material sagged slightly
beneath her.

"Coming out," Balthasar called, and the first homunculus set its
ponderous foot onto the ramp. Silence looked up for the first
time.

Beyond the transparent tube lay Castax, glimmering blue striped
with brilliant cloud. However, in places the blue was dimmed
fractionally, the clouds tarnished with shadow. The cause of those
shadows floated serenely just within the circle of the fleet's
orbit, massive glittering globes the size of small moons. Strange
installations and immense bell-shaped projectors rose from their
surfaces, marring the smooth perfection, and waves of color washed
occasionally across the silver metal: siege engines. Unbidden,
lines of song rose in her mind. "The dead shall live, the living
die, and music shall untune the sky." There would be a whole ring
of those engines around the planet, like beads on a necklace. And
on the surface, under a constant barrage of music calculated to
disrupt the harmony of the planetary core, to shatter rocks and
send seas crashing onto the land, the Castagi somehow survived.
And survive they must, Silence thought, or there would be no need
either for this siege or for Gyasi's presence, whatever his
mission might be.

Somewhat heartened, she tore her eyes from the engines and looked
above and beyond the squat shape of the tug. A line of warships
fanned out from the planet, attended by a horde of smaller
vessels. The line vanished behind the circle of the siege engines,
hidden by the distortion thrown off by the massive constructions.
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Hegemonic Navy, and Silence wondered what made this one attack so
important. Castax had never been known to care about anything
except its profits; it could hardly be considered a worthwhile
object lesson.

The first homunculus lurched past her, crate rocking on its back,
and Silence flinched back, almost falling against the soft fabric
of the transfer tube. Druta swore at her, but did not dare leave
his place. Cheeks burning. Silence pulled herself upright,
concentrating on the job at hand. Finally, the last of the crates
was transferred to the tug, and the homunculi returned to their
place somewhere within the little ship's hold. Druta, still
waiting at the tug's hatch, drew himself up importantly.

"I'll be going across to the flagship," he announced. "Balthasar,
see that the engineer stabilizes Bruja in her orbit."

"Right--yes, captain," Balthasar answered.

Silence made her way back down the ramp, then waited patiently
while the hatch was sealed and the transfer tube retracted. The
tug detached itself from Bruja's hull with painful scraping, and
then the starship was silent, except for the faint thrumming of
the harmonium.

"Little bastard," Balthasar said.

"Is there anything we can do to help Julie?" Silence asked.

Balthasar made a face. "I doubt it. I think this is the best it's
going to get."

That best was not very good. Over the next few days, Silence spent
hours in the engine room, monitoring the harmonium while Chase
Mago snatched much-needed sleep. Bruja refused to keep to a tuning
that would hold her in a stable orbit. Without constant
correction, she tended to fall inward, toward Castax and the ring
of siege engines. Only Chase Mago had the training to bring the
ship back into something approaching stability. Silence and
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summon the engineer when the ship had drifted too far toward the
danger zone. There was some sort of affinity, Chase Mago said over
coffee, one night when he was too tired to sleep, between either
the ship's tuning and the harmonies of Castax's core, or else
between the metal itself and the destructive music of the siege
engines.

The drifting was not the worst of the situation, either. The faint
dissonance they had sensed when Bruja had first taken up her
station grew worse the longer they remined in orbit--the keel,
Chase Mago said, was being stressed from its original tuning by
the conflicting harmonies around it. Under normal circumstances,
Silence knew, they could shroud the keel in baffling, but that
would make it impossible to keep station. They could only endure
the fitful, almost inaudible discord. Druta began to spend most of
his time aboard the flagship--the larger ships were protected by
their more powerful harmonia and thicker baffling, as well as
being tuned to a slightly different scale--and with him gone Chase
Mago was able to unearth some extra baffling among the ship's
stores. Balthasar used his spare time to rig extra protection for
the cabins, and a second layer of the felt at least damped out
some of the dissonance. But the disharmony had served for Silence
only to mask the hovering sense of unfinished business that was
the curse, and the new baffles brought her little peace.

On the sixth day in orbit, Druta signalled from the flagship.
Balthasar disappeared into the control room, and though he kept
the hatch open, Silence could make little sense of the words. When
he returned to the common room, his expression was grim, and he
slapped the intercom on without answering Silence's inquiring
look.

"Julie? Will this cow stay put for a minute?"

"For a little bit," Chase Mago answered. "What's up?"

"Come on forward," Balthasar said. "Our latest mission's come
through."

"Right." A moment later, Chase Mago appeared at the head of the


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corridor, flexing his fingers. He pulled a seat out of the decking
and settled himself comfortably, still rubbing his knuckles.

"So what is it?" Silence asked.

"We've got another passenger run," Balthasar said. "Only                                                       if you
thought the last one was something...." He let his voice                                                       trail
off, and Silence felt a chill run up her spine. But I'll                                                       be damned
if I'll ask, she thought. I won't play his little games,                                                       either.

"Who is it?" Chase Mago asked, patiently, and to Silence's
surprise, the Delian looked somewhat ashamed.

"Sorry, that's what the little bastard was doing to me. We're
supposed to carry one of the magi from the siege team back to
Solitudo Hermae--I guess he forgot something." Balthasar looked
up. "Have you ever made that run, Silence?"

The pilot shook her head. "I've heard it's a difficult one."

"That's an understatement," Balthasar said dryly.

"I take it you've made it?" Silence said, more sharply than she
had intended.

"Twice." Balthasar seemed unaffected by her tone.

"Is there anything special I need to do?" Chase Mago asked,
glancing nervously over his shoulder. "Or is that all you wanted?"
Already they could hear the first shift in tone that indicated
that Bruja was slipping from her place in the line.

"Oh, yes, there's more." Balthasar looked positively pleased to be
the bearer of bad news. "We'll be carrying a sensitive cargo on
the return run. Druta wants new baffling in the cargo space."

Chase Mago sighed deeply. "I think there's probably enough left.
We shouldn't have to tear out too much of the work you did, Denis.
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"Eighteen hours."

Silence whistled softly to herself. "That's not much notice."

"It's a rush job," Balthasar said.

"All right." Silence stood up, already planning her course. "I'll
make some preliminary plots while you take a look at the cargo
space, and then I'd be glad of any help you can give me, if the
roads are that bad."

Chase Mago looked a little startled by her sudden assumption of
command, but Balthasar nodded calmly. "Sounds good," he said, and
headed off toward the hold.

Silence retreated to her own cabin, pulling out all of her
starbooks. As she had half feared, only the Speculum Astronomi
listed Solitudo Hermae in its tables--but it was only to be
expected, she reminded herself. That book was printed by the magi
on Solitudo, and of course they would reserve the secret of the
road for a book from which they would profit. She turned to the
tables, began to cross-reference planets, but to her surprise,
there was only one road listed, the Ascending Path. She was not
familiar with it, and made a face at the thought of the extra work
involved in learning an entirely new set of voidmarks. Then she
turned to the description of the road, and her heart sank.

Instead of the usual half-page of obscure text and half-page
drawing, the entire page was filled with an elaborately colored
and grotesquely detailed illustration. It showed a bearded soldier
in the glowing, archaic armored spacesuit of a prewar marine,
standing over a naked, dismembered body. He held a stained sword
in one hand, and the head of the dead man in the other, blood-
darkened fingers twisted in its bright hair. Behind the two
figures rose a domed and columned palace that seemed to glow from
within, and beside the palace ran a river whose surface glowed
white hot. Indeed, all the colors were several shades lighter than
usual, as though each object was lit from within by the white-hot
light of a young star. Only the soldier's unshielded face, his
bloodied hands and weapon, and the pool of blood that spread


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across the foreground of the picture were dark, almost unnaturally
so in comparison to the brilliance of the background. Silence
shivered, then got a grip on herself. This was a version of the
symbol for calcination, the first step in the alchemical process
that created the Philosopher's Stone. It was only to be expected,
she thought again. Solitudo Hermae--Solitudo Hermae Trismegisti,
the solitude of thrice-great Hermes--was entirely the creation of
the magi, a sunless, barren world provided by them with fertile
earth, a sphere of air, and above that a thin sphere of fire for
light and heat. Of course the magi who defined the voidmarks for
transition to Solitudo Hermae would use the opportunity to expound
a section of their Art. But what this meant in terms of the actual
passage, she could not imagine.

She sighed and leaned back in her chair, pushing away the
starbook. Balthasar was right, this would be a difficult run. It
was fortunate he'd made the trip before.

Around her, the air lightened suddenly, and she thought she caught
a faint scent of rain. The slight sense of headache that had
pursued her since she had spoken the curse lifted, and she rubbed
her temples gratefully. Then she understood what had happened, and
she shivered again violently. Gyasi was dead, the curse fulfilled,
and soon the Navy was going to come looking for the culprit. Druta
knew she had tried to curse the colonel, and he would lose no time
in telling his superiors. And they would lose no time ridding
themselves of her. Her eyes burned, picturing the casual killing
on Arganthonios. Stop it, she told herself fiercely, think calmly.
Bruja was due to leave orbit almost immediately, within hours.
Perhaps they would be able to get away before the news of Gyasi's
death became widely known, before Druta could make the connection.
But that would only be a temporary respite. The news would spread,
and would inevitably come to Druta. And then it would only be a
matter of time until he made the connection. I wish I could think
he was stupid enough to forget what Gyasi said, she thought, but I
don't dare count on it.

She stood up, one hand tugging fretfully at the blue collar around
her neck. The only solution, was an impossibility: escape. She
winced at the pain when the geas struck and ducked away, as she


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had learned to do. There was the familiar sense of falling, and
she staggered, but the pain faded immediately. Then, defiantly,
she turned back to the thought of escape. I will be free, she
thought, or I'll kill myself trying--better that than waiting for
the Hegemon's people to kill me. Pain washed through her, but she
refused to release the thought. Instead, she clung to the idea of
freedom, of taking her own ship between worlds of her own
choosing. The pain mounted, bringing her to her knees on the bare
decking.

"I won't give up," she muttered through clenched teeth. She dug
her short nails into her palms, clawed frantically at her own
arms, trying to distract herself from pain if she could not ease
it. It did no good. She was caught in coils, unable to free
herself directly without tearing herself apart. Sobbing now, she
flung herself once again against the bonds of the geas, wrenching
at the collar as though it was the geas itself. Her hands felt as
if they were bathed in flame, her joints were pierced with hot
needles. She whimpered, thought she cried out in agony, but her
senses were closed to everything but the fact of pain.

Then abruptly the pain dropped away with her body. She felt a part
of herself projected above the writhing thing on the decking, saw
through those eyes her body wound with threads of fire, each
tongue of flame slicing her flesh like a knife. It did not seem to
hurt anymore, though she was distantly aware of agony as a thing
that was happening to someone else. From this vantage point, she
could see not only the geas, but as she looked more closely, she
could see the points of stress, like knots in the fiery cord.
Cautiously, she tugged at them, then put her whole imagined
strength behind it. They gave with frightening suddenness, as
though they were already weakened and just waiting for the right
pressure to fall apart. She saw the threads break and fall away,
and then she was kneeling again on the decking, her face wet with
tears.

The collar lay broken in her hands. She raised her head slowly,
hardly daring to breathe, uncertain if she could trust her senses.
I'm free? she thought, and braced herself for a fresh onslaught.
Nothing happened, not even an echo of pain, and she straightened.


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It was true, then, she thought, the geas is broken. And, by God, I
can do it again. The memory of it, the exact pattern of the
threads and the points at which she had broken them, was etched in
her memory, only the pain fading to a mere whisper of what it had
been. The only thing that remained was somehow to free the others.
Rising--she was surprised to find that her body was not sore this
time, merely a little stiff--she unlatched her door and peered out
into the corridor. Neither Balthasar nor Chase Mago was in
evidence--of course they wouldn't be, she thought. It had been
less than an hour since she had settled down to learn the road to
Solitudo Hermae.

Down the corridor, Balthasar emerged from the cargo space,
scowling, his hands swathed in massive, clumsy gloves for handling
the coarse baffling felt. He stopped when he saw her. "You want to
go over it now?" he asked irritably.

"No, not now," Silence said. Even to herself, her voice sounded
peculiar; Balthasar regarded her nervously. "Get Julie, and meet
me in the commons. We need to talk."

She did not wait for his answer, but went on into the common area,
concentrating on the memory of how the geas was broken. There, she
thought, seeing again the pattern of lines, and again there, and
there. That's how-- She broke off as the others entered, and had
to smile at their worried expressions.

"Are you all right, Silence?" Chase Mago asked.

She smiled, in spite of the seriousness of the moment, in spite of
her fear that if she laughed she would not be able to stop again.
"Never better.

Listen to me, now. The curse has worked, Gyasi's dead. And I'm
free, and I can free you, too."

Balthasar grimaced at the words, holding his side as if he had
been struck there. A fleeting expression of pain crossed Chase
Mago's face, but he said only,"How do you know he's gone?"


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"I felt the curse lift," Silence said impatiently. It had not
occurred to her to question that; she had known it with too great
a certainty. "Do you want my help?"

"Of course," Balthasar said, but she could sense their disbelief.

"Then be quiet." Remotely, she regretted her abruptness, but the
knowledge of the geas was driving her. The two men sat on the
benches by the table, still staring dubiously at her. She stared
at them, ordering her thoughts, and then she summoned the full
memory of pain. It was enough; she felt herself rise from her
body, and saw, remotely, the body crumple to the decking. She saw,
too, the two men's startled movements, half rising from the bench.
Then Chase Mago gestured for them to wait, and Silence allowed
herself to relax a little, studying them. The marks of the geas
were clear--dark, twining vines across the engineer's body,
following the course of his veins. The geas had left scars on
Balthasar, still seemed to cut deeply into his flesh. But despite
those differences, the pattern of the geas remained the same.
Silence extended her right hand to Chase Mago, her left hand to
Balthasar, took hold of the key point of the bindings. The geas
was tougher than she had expected, not weakened as hers had been,
but then she found the trick of it. The bonds snapped and,
gasping, she released her control and fell, slamming back into her
own body.

She looked up and saw her own fatigue, mixed with a sort of wary
amazement, mirrored in the others' faces. Slowly, Balthasar put a
hand to his neck and pulled away the broken collar; Chase Mago's
lay in pieces at his feet.

"My God," the engineer managed, "you really did it."

Silence nodded, then smothered a laugh, almost unable to believe
it herself. She was completely exhausted, trembling from head to
foot, but at the same time she had to stifle the urge to crow in
triumph. I did it, she thought--I freed myself and them. I beat
the magi at their own game. That thought, articulated, shattered
her elation. If I can defeat a magus, break a geas--me, a woman, a


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mere pilot--what does that make me? She had no answer, and that
emptiness terrified her.

Stop it, she told herself, there's no time for that now. You're
not out of trouble yet. We still have to get away from Castax. She
could feel herself shaking, and knew her face must be drained of
color. Chase Mago rose and extended a hand to pull her to her
feet. Silence stumbled up, swaying on legs gone abruptly
unreliable, and Balthasar hastily pulled a chair up from the
decking. The engineer lowered Silence into it, then pulled out
another for himself. Meanwhile, Balthasar busied himself at the
galley console, prying open a tin of the pudding-thick soup that
was the Hegemony's emergency ration. He stuck the opened tin into
one of the heating elements and rummaged in the various storage
cells until he found a bottle half full of an amber liquid. He
poured most of it into the heating soup--Chase Mago, perhaps
recognizing the brandy, made an inarticulate noise of protest--
then decanted the hot mixture into mugs, which he handed around
with something of a flourish.

The liquor had diluted the soup to a drinkable consistency.
Silence sipped cautiously at it, letting the brandy relax her
while the soup provided soothing herbs and a vital restorative.
The combination banished her trembling, replaced the wild mixture
of fear and triumph with a calmer determination. As she drained
the last swallows, she felt almost ready to plan what to do next.

Balthasar dropped his own mug into the cleaning slot, and it fell
with a startling clatter. "I don't know how you did it, Silence,
but thanks."

Silence tensed, wishing they would not ask the inevitable, logical
question, would not make her give the answer she did not want to
face again, but Chase Mago waved for them both to be quiet.

"We must be drifting--" he began, then broke off to listen again,
his expression puzzled. "No, it still sounds fine. I wonder if
this curse of yours, Silence, did something to our tuning?"

"I don't know," Silence said, intensely grateful for the change of


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subject. "I've been feeling it for days, hanging over the ship, so
maybe it did."

"Never mind that," Balthasar growled. "What now?"

Silence sighed. "I'm not entirely sure," she admitted. "Obviously,
we've got to go along with this mission or we'll be destroyed.
There's no way we can sneak out of the blockade line, and no
chance of breaking out, either."

Balthasar grunted his agreement.

"What about the collars?" Chase Mago asked. "Once Druta gets back,
he'll notice that they're gone."

"Surely you can rig some kind of glue, hold them together enough
to look good," Balthasar said.

"Good enough to fool a magus?" the engineer said dubiously.

Balthasar sighed. "Look, if they spot us now, we're dead. It'll
just have to be good enough, right?"

"Yes," Silence said slowly. "We'll have to take the ship. When we
reach purgatory, instead of setting the road for Solitudo Hermae,
I'll set another. It would mean a slightly different departure
route--"

"Druta's no pilot," Balthasar interjected. "He'd never notice a
minor deviation from course."

"So we can work within those limits," Silence said. "There must be
enough planets along that general line where we could claim
sanctuary."

Chase Mago shook his head. "Even if all of them fell within the
limits--which they won't--I doubt there's a planet in the Fringe
that would risk war with the Hegemon. Especially now. We'll have
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"If we can," Silence muttered. She did not relish the idea of
arriving in the outskirts of a solar system, trying to treat with
the local authorities while a battle raged aboard.

Balthasar snapped his fingers. "The dead roads," he said. "Damn,
it's a pity I can't take the ship through purgatory. Silence, I'd
have to teach you."

"What are dead roads?" Silence asked.

"They're roads that don't lead anywhere anymore--the worlds were
destroyed in the war," Balthasar said. "The voidmarks are a little
weird, but not too bad." He smiled, remembering something. "Wrath-
of-God used them a lot. The only thing I'm worried about is trying
to teach them to you without a book."

Silence hesitated. There was no reason, now, not to share the
book, but it took an effort to overcome her strange reluctance.
"I've a prewar Gilded Stairs. That would have them, wouldn't it?"

Balthasar looked at her oddly. "Yes."

Silence rose. "I'll get it, then."

When she returned, the others had pulled the table from its well
and Balthasar was spreading scratch paper liberally across its
surface, muttering to himself. As Silence came closer, she saw
that it was not scratch paper, but printouts from the Navy
astrologers, standard projections of local planetary positions.
Ideally, of course, they would provide the departure course as
well--and probably had provided one, for Solitudo Hermae, Silence
realized--but Balthasar was bent over the thickly printed tables,
occasionally circling a cluster of figures. Silence opened the
Gilded Stairs to the tables she had read on Wrath-of-God, copying
down symbols she did not recognize, and then turned to the
supplement, comparing each world's positional formulae with the
numbers Balthasar was scribbling.

"These are the outside limits," the Delian said, after a while.
"Oh, you've already found them. Let me see what you've got."


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Silence slid the scrap of paper across the table and Balthasar
studied it briefly, before circling one symbol.

"That's the one we used," he said, tossing the pad back to the
pilot. "I've flown it several times, so I can tell you how the
marks have changed. I wasn't sure how it would fit in with the
official course."

Silence nodded--the lines of departure were almost congruent--then
flipped back through the book to the description of the unfamiliar
route. But at least the markings for the Path of Light Darkening
were clear enough. Balthasar leaned over her shoulder, staring at
the picture. "That's it," he said again. "It's funny, though,
when you try to pilot through it, you can tell the end planet's
gone. You have to keep your concentration to hold the marks at
all, and everything's just a little off--colors, positioning,
everything."

Silence nodded again absently, studying the image. The delicate
miniature showed an oddly disturbing scene, a beach at evening
beneath a sky streaked with clouds, a single star showing through
the wrack. A bird, a point of light against the dull sky, swung
over the low and sullen waves, but there was a heaviness about it
that made her think it was falling rather than rising to the sky.
The colors were very dark, as though each shade had been prepared
and then mixed with jet black ink; the sea itself was so dark that
she could not discern the original color, though she did not think
it was blue. The commentary was not much help, either: The subject
may fly, but with drooping wings. With firm correctness, one
ascends, but all go into the earth.

Silence sighed heavily. This was bad enough, but Balthasar said
the marks had changed. She tried to picture the scene as Balthasar
had described it, colors changed or faded, the various components
slightly askew, but she could not yet imagine it.

"It's almost garish," Balthasar said quietly, as though he'd read
her thoughts. "Like a bad painting--or as though the whole thing
was floodlit from behind with a yellowish light."


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Silence shook her head. "I can't see it," she said flatly. "Can I
get through just knowing these marks?"

"I did, the first time."

"Then that'll have to do."

Chase Mago cleared his throat. "Druta'll be back soon," he warned.
"I think I've got some glue that'll hold these together." He held
up the fragments of the collars. "But we'd better get to work."

"Damn." Balthasar swept his papers together--Silence hastily
snatched the Gilded Stairs back out of his way--and fed all but a
single sheet into the disposal chute. "You go ahead," he went on.
"I want to set this course now, before anyone can ask questions."

"Hurry, then," Chase Mago said.

The engineer's glue, a compound of elemental earth, was just
strong enough to hold the shattered pieces of the collars
together, though the repairs would not pass a close examination.
With luck, Silence thought, there won't be any inspection. She
made a quick sign to ward off misfortune, and retired to her cabin
to memorize the Path of Light Darkening.

Druta did not return for several hours, despite Chase Mago's
warning. Silence lost herself in the contemplation of the Gilded
Stairs, translating the cryptic sentences and elaborate drawing
into a pilot's reality. The buzzing of the intercom broke that
concentration, and she looked up startled, before remembering both
where she was and what she was doing.

"Leigh!" Druta's voice was sharp, too sharp. She guessed the magus
had come aboard with him. "Get out here."

The pilot did not bother answering. It was quicker to go to him.
Settling her face into its most impassive mask--for the first time
in her life, she wished for a veil--she headed for the common
area. The others were there ahead of her, and she could sense in


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them the same deep-buried excitement. And if I can see it, she
thought, won't this magus? She forced herself to look at him but
he showed no signs of recognizing the tension. The magus was an
older man, as she had expected, but not tall, and so gaunt that he
almost seemed unhealthy. His hair and neatly trimmed beard had
gone white already, and almost shone in contrast to the dull black
of his academic robes. Bands of scarlet gleamed at neck and cuffs,
but she did not know how to read the magi's symbols of rank. The
ma- gus returned her scrutiny calmly, seeming not to bother with a
more searching examination.

"You are fortunate, Captain Druta," he said, after a moment. "A
female pilot must provide you with many opportunities for learning
that craft. You must introduce me."

The almost courtly courtesy of his tone seemed to quell the
midshipman. "As you wish, Doctor. Doctor Isambard, may I present
Silence Leigh, first pilot?"

Isambard inclined his head graciously. "I am delighted, sieura. I
hope I will have an opportunity to talk to you while we are in
transit. I am sure I could learn much from you."

"Thank you, Doctor," Silence stammered, completely taken aback by
the old man's politeness. Then Druta cleared his throat and
brought her back to reality.

"Excuse me, Doctor, but that talk will have to be delayed. Leigh,
have you learned the voidmarks yet?"

Silence shook herself, frightened that she could have lost sight
of the deadly chance they were taking. Isambard might be courteous
enough, but that could not stand in the way-- She suppressed that
thought, afraid the magus would in some way recognize it, and
said, "Yes, captain."

"Then get up to your post. We leave immediately." Druta turned and
made a half-bow in the magus's direction. "Doctor, if you'll
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"You're too kind," Isambard murmured, and allowed himself to be
ushered down the corridor. Chase Mago followed them, heading for
the engine room.

Left to themselves, Silence and Balthasar went on into the lower
control room, Balthasar pulling the hatch closed behind them. He
made a wry face, and threw the lock.

"Are you really ready?" he asked quietly.

Silence took a deep breath, quoting to herself the first lines of
the relaxation exercises, and felt the tightness ease a little
from her muscles. "I know the voidmarks," she said, her voice
grim. "What happens when we get there?"

Balthasar touched her shoulder reassuringly. "I'll take care of
Druta. You just get us there--and be ready to come down and help
stabilize--" He broke off as a light flashed above the hatch, and
reached to unlock it. "Captain? I'm sorry, I must've hit that by
mistake."

Druta glared at him, but seemed unable to think of a suitable
retort. "Are you ready to take us out of orbit, Balthasar? And I
don't think this is your station, Leigh."

"No, sir," Silence said meekly, and pulled herself up the ladder
to the pilot's bridge.

It was a cramped, inconvenient space, especially in comparison to
Sun-Treader, but at least it was equipped with a couch as well as
a wheel platform. Silence settled herself gratefully into it,
pulling the webbing across lap and chest, then readied herself to
wait as the music of the harmonium built far below her. This is
not a good situation, she thought suddenly, not good at all. Here
I am, about to take a ship I've flown once on a path I've never
heard of to a place that doesn't exist anymore. And when I get us
there, we've got to kill Druta and this magus, and then find some
world where we'll be relatively welcome. And I haven't begun to
think about what happens after that. It's all wildly improbable--
we'll be lucky if we get out of the system without someone


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stopping us.

She shook her head, though there was no one to see. You're being
ridiculous, she told herself firmly.

No one can know what we're planning--if Isambard didn't spot it
when he came aboard, no one else will know. And for the rest,
well, this is a better chance than waiting for someone to connect
Gyasi's death with my curse. If we fail, we'll go down fighting.
It was not much comfort, after all, and she was glad when the
music surged suddenly through the keel, carrying them away from
Castax.

Bruja handled well, and far more quickly than the ships to which
she had been accustomed. Long before they reached purgatory, she
felt compelled to take her station at the wheel, uncertain just
how long it would take the fast little mailship to make the
transition into purgatory. It seemed that one moment the grey
bulkheads took on a tinge of opalescence, and then they vanished
utterly.

"You have control," Balthasar said, but Silence had no time to
respond. The lock went off, released from below, and she fought to
steady the ship against the chaos around her.

The old voidmarks of the Gilded Stairs were there, sea and clouds
and shadowed sands, but the images were skewed, sand and clouds
touching while the bloody sea ran uphill into the sky. She gasped
and tried to order the signs, imposing her own vision on the
images. Slowly, the scene righted itself, the voidmarks
reluctantly taking on a more normal shape and position, but the
colors remained strange. The blackened colors of the original were
now overlaid by a haze of orange light, like the light of a sunset
that was not there. Bruja felt heavy in her hands, heavy as a
freighter.

That at least was a good sign: she had not let the ship fall too
far out of its proper road. She edged the wheel over, uncertain
how quickly the mainship would respond. The ship's weight
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the bird-shape that hung motionless beyond, easing Bruja onto the
correct path. The harmonium pulsed strongly as the ship settled
into its road, and the sensation of weight became almost
unbearable. It felt as though the ship itself were falling inward
on its keel, as though Silence's flesh were running down her bones
to pool at her feet; it took all her strength to remain upright,
though she knew the sensation was unreal. Druta will know, she
thought suddenly, he'll know this isn't the Ascending Path--even
he can't be that much a fool. Can Denis handle him? With an
effort, she put the thought from her mind. Balthasar would have to
handle it: she had the ship to pilot.

The bird-shape was looming before her, its once-white feathers now
stained and drooping. Several small pieces of the image were
missing, a wingtip, an eye, a clump of feather from the spreading
tail, and she could not seem to make them reappear. Then, with the
suddenness of purgatory, Bruja was on the image. She barely had
time to brace herself, and they were through.

Instantly, the sensation of weight was gone, replaced with
nauseating suddenness by a paradoxical lightness. Silence fought
to keep her hands motionless of the wheel, despite the temptation
to push the ship's nose down in compensation for the new
weightlessness. Her feet seemed about to lose their grip on the
platform, but she kept the ship pointed steadily at the star that
now seemed very remote. There was a rush of speed and the colors
grew muddy as Bruja fell from purgatory, and then the hull above
her clouded and grew solid. Automatically, she locked her wheel,
turning control back to the lower bridge.

"Silence, get down here."

That was Balthasar, sounding strained and breathless. Hastily,
Silence freed herself from the platform, shaking away the fog that
always seemed to surround her after the effort of piloting. She
dropped down the ladder to the lower bridge, and only as her feet
touched the decking did she realize she was unarmed. It didn't
seem to matter.

"Steady her," Balthasar snapped. He was out of his couch,


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precariously straddling the Ficinan display, tugging at the straps
that held Druta's body in its place. The midshipman was dead, that
much was unmistakable. Silence swallowed hard and looked away from
the smoking hole in his chest. Her eyes fell on a three-shot
heylin, tossed in a corner: Balthasar must have broken into the
arms locker.

"Steady her!" Balthasar said again. "There's sun-flux here, you've
got to catch her."

That was enough to snap Silence out of her daze. She pushed her
way between the bank of secondary consoles and Balthasar's couch,
not caring if she tripped half the environmental switches in the
process. Systems could be turned back on once the ship was
stabilized against the discordant music of the broken system.
Already she could hear the first signs of the strain, a new note
that rose and fell through the roar of the harmonium, unsettling
its steady song. She set hands on keys and yaw lever, checking the
Ficinan model and musonar displays, but the controls refused to
respond. She shoved at the lever again, harder, stabbed the pitch
keys a second time, putting the full weight of her hand behind
them, and they moved sluggishly.

"What the hell?"

"The bastard tripped the override," Balthasar panted. "And I can't
get at it. Do what you can."

Silence nodded, already absorbed in the problem. The Ficinan
display was usually more use than the musonar, but Balthasar was
blocking her view of it. She concentrated on the screen above her
controls, urging the ship away from the remnants of the planet,
toward a zone of comparative calm. The musonar showed the pulsing
sun, surrounded by ragged waves of music; those waves clashed
against the void that was the echo of the energies that had
destroyed a planet. The meeting point of those two antithetical
harmonies flashed red and orange on the screen, faded to darker
eddies and whirlpools that were still dangerously dissonant. Bruja
was already perilously close to the outermost ring of disturbance,
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the harmonium's note enough to push them free. Either the keys
responded better than the lever or Chase Mago sensed their danger
himself: the pitch eased a little, shutting out the new note.
Silence leaned on the lever, forcing the ship onto a new line.
Interference sang, but she held the course.

There was a thud behind her, and Balthasar was no longer standing
on the couch. She sat, checking their position against the Ficinan
model, and was shocked to see how far inward they'd fallen.

"Mind your hands," Balthasar said. "I'm killing the override."

Silence relaxed her hold on the controls, and a second later saw
an orange light die above her console. She touched the keys again,
and this time felt the ship respond easily. Slowly, letting Bruja
make her own way against the dissonance around, Silence eased the
ship onto a safe course. When the last of the interference lights
faded from yellow to green, numbers dropping below one, she used
the pilot's override to set the harmonium on a note that would
hold Bruja stable for several hours, then looked around for
Balthasar. The Delian was gone--as of course he would be, Silence
thought. There was still Isambard to deal with.

She pushed herself out of the couch and pulled open the hatch,
then paused long enough to scoop up the discarded heylin. The
touchplate was barely warm under her thumb, indicating that the
charge had only partly regenerated, but she could not bring
herself to search Druta's body, discarded against the bulkhead,
for a better weapon. Besides, she told herself, Balthasar would
already have taken it. With a deep breath, she eased open the
hatch.

In the common area, Balthasar had flattened himself against the
bulkhead beside the entrance to the corridor, a sonic rifle
propped against his shoulder. The metal lid of the arms locker lay
on the deck, completely ripped from its hinges. At the far end of
the corridor, Chase Mago peered cautiously around the edge of the
engine room hatchway, the warning orange lights giving a strange
glow to his beard, and throwing his features into ghoulish shadow.
He saw her first, and brought up his heylin on reflex. Then he


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recognized her, and waved to Balthasar. The Delian turned,
beckoned to her, pointing first to the plundered locker and then
to the opposite side of the corridor. Silence obeyed, crossing to
the arms locker and grabbing the first weapon she saw--it was a
heylin, the touchplate hot in her hand--then took up the station
opposite Balthasar. "Isambard's still in his cabin," Balthasar
whispered. "Hit the intercom, will you? And for God's sake, turn
down the power on that thing."

Silence glanced in surprise at the indicator light, and saw that
it was glowing bright red, indicating the heylin's bolts would be
strong enough to shatter everything but Tincture-cast metal. She
swallowed and adjusted it to a more normal, man-killing setting,
watching the light fade to yellow, then hit the intercom button.

"Isambard!" Balthasar raised his voice to carry to the pickup.
"We've taken the ship. Give parole, and you'll not be harmed."

"That does not seem probable." Isambard's voice was perfectly calm
and reasonable, as though he were debating some theoretical
problem before a class of admiring apprentices.

"Give us your word not to resist," Balthasar called again, "and
you won't be hurt."

There was a long moment of quiet, and then Isambard sighed gently.
"No, I do not think I may hamper myself so, particularly when I
can see no reason for you to keep your word."

Balthasar made a face. "Have it your way. Come out now, or we'll
come after you."

The intercom suddenly spat painful static. Isambard's voice came
only faintly through that noise: "I do not think you can."

Nevertheless, the cabin door opened slowly. Silence tensed, and
saw Balthasar take careful aim with the sonic rifle. Chase Mago,
only slightly out of the line of fire, eased back behind the
bulkhead. Silence could guess their plan: Balthasar would fire
first, the sonic blast intended to stun and disorient even the


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strongest magus, and then the engineer would finish the job.

For fifty heartbeats, nothing happened. Then the air just beyond
the doorway began to ripple and bulge, like ill-formed glass. The
disturbance spread until it reached from the door to the far
bulkhead, and then Isambard himself stepped carefully into the
corridor. Balthasar fired. Silence winced at the pressure of the
backlash, a sound too low and bone-rattling for hearing. The sound
died, too unnatural to be prolonged, and Chase Mago appeared in
the entrance to the engine room, heylin in hand. He, too, fired,
but the ball of fixed fire disintegrated harmlessly a meter from
the magus.

"Get back, Julie!" Balthasar shouted, and raised his rifle again.
This time he kept his finger on the firing stud, sending wave
after wave of sound rolling down the corridor, and Silence
flinched back, hardly daring to look. The magus stood motionless,
watching, a quizzical expression on his face. Balthasar did not
dare keep firing, for fear the sound would disrupt the ship's
turning. Swearing, he threw the rifle aside, reached for the
heylin he stuck in his belt.

Into the sudden, thick stillness, the magus said, "I warned you."
His left hand rose in the beginning of a gesture and the ship
quivered as a tiny patch of chaos opened before him.

Chapter 9

"Wait!" Silence cried.

"Why should I?" Isambard asked. Nevertheless, though he lifted one
hand, it hung suspended, the gesture incomplete.

Silence tossed her heylin aside, stepped into the head of the
corridor. She held out her empty hands, forcing herself to stay
calm even though her skin crawled with anticipation of the magus's
attack. "We've acted only to defend ourselves," she said rapidly.
"You weren't attacked until you refused to promise our safety."

The magus considered that, then nodded. "True enough. But that is


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no reason to trust you now."

"You wouldn't want to have to pilot this ship yourself--if you
could," Silence said at random. She did not know how to reach him,
what strings to pluck to make him agree to at least neutrality.
Only... he could not be loyal to the Hegemon--no magus was loyal
to anything but his art, just as the magi on Arganthonios had
been. But she had nothing to offer him in return for neutrality,
beyond her mere existence as a woman and a pilot, and she could
not imagine that that would be enough.

"I might not have to," Isambard said. "You could be compelled." He
waved his hand, dismissing the patch of chaos, then made another,
too-familiar gesture, this one of binding.

"No!" Silence flung up her arm to ward off that power, and to her
surprise, only the ghost of it brushed against her. "I will not be
bound again--none of us will. We'll die first."

Isambard was regarding her speculatively. "You have been
underestimated, sieura, I suspect," he murmured.

"Are you the Hegemon's man, his loyal servant?" Silence plunged
on, not daring to hesitate long enough to work out some coherent
strategy. "If you are, then there's no hope of agreement. We can
fight, and see who dies."

Isambard smiled faintly at the empty threat, but said, "The
Hegemon has been a good patron."

"Then if you're a free scholar, perhaps some bargain can be made,"
Silence said.

"What can you offer me that's of comparable value?" Isambard
asked. "You are indeed an interesting anomaly, sieura, and
potentially an object worthy of some study, but I cannot see that
such study is worth losing all credit and privileges with the
Hegemon."

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the one question that would fascinate Isambard and save them all.
"I know the road to Earth, Isambard. I will take you there."

She was aware that Balthasar was staring open-mouthed at her, and
then she heard him mutter, "That old book. Of course," but she
could not spare the time to nod to him. She kept her attention on
Isambard, saw the magus nod slowly. His face changed fractionally,
was touched by the same desire that had marked the magi on
Arganthonios.

"You would not make such a claim if you could not substantiate
it," he said, half to himself, "nor are you strong enough to hide
a lie from me, now that I am aware of the possibility of
deception. Very well, we'll make a bargain, sieura. You will find
Earth for me, and I will not betray you to the Hegemon or his
men."

"Is that agreed, Denis, Julie?" Silence asked.

"Yes," Chase Mago said from the engine room.

"Are you crazy?" Balthasar demanded. "Take him to Earth? Why
didn't you tell me you knew the road?"

"I didn't know I knew until we were already on Wrath-of-God,"
Silence said impatiently. "Denis, there's no other choice."

Balthasar muttered something, but then nodded. "All right."

"Good." Silence faced the magus again. "You hear, Isambard? We'll
find Earth, and you won't betray us."

"Very well," Isambard said. He gestured dismissal, and the
protective wall of air that had surrounded him dissolved. "Now,
show me this road, sieura, if you please." As he spoke, he came
forward along the corridor, walking past Balthasar's still-leveled
heylin as though it did not exist. Balthasar shook his head, and
Silence suppressed a nervous giggle. In the common area, Isambard
seated himself at the table and looked expectantly toward the
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"You need not worry, sieura," he said. "Your first guess was
right: I can't pilot this ship myself."

Silence felt her cheeks redden and turned away, embarrassed. The
Gilded Stairs was still in her cabin. She paused there, checking
the tables, and then turned to the single short road listed for
Earth. Her heart fell. She did not recognize the notation at all--
it certainly wasn't the Cor Tauri symbology used in the rest of
the Gilded Stairs--and the commentary was even more cryptic than
usual. How am I going to read this and learn the road, much less
explain it to Isambard? she wondered, frantically searching her
shelves for a starbook with a hieroglyphical index. I don't dare
go out there without having some idea of what it means. And I
can't fake it, either; he'll be watching for that. She flipped
hastily through the appendices of the New Aquarius and the Topoi,
then settled on the Topoi as the more thorough. She slipped a
marker ribbon in the Gilded Stairs and closed it gently. Isambard
would just have to put up with her uncertainty, she decided. He
has no choice. Somehow, that thought was not very reassuring; her
hands were shaking as she returned to the common area.

Isambard looked up at her approach, and beckoned for her to come
and sit beside him. Frowning, Silence obeyed, wondering where the
others had gone. Before she could ask, however, the hatch to the
lower bridge was shouldered open. Chase Mago stepped awkwardly out
and Balthasar followed more gracefully, Druta's body slung between
them. Silence looked away, and saw the magus nod.

"A young man of limited understanding," he pronounced. "And yet in
some sense his death is wasteful. Let me see the starbook."

Trying to ignore the muttered curses as the two men maneuvered
Druta's body toward the stern disposal lock, Silence settled
herself at the head of the table and open the Gilded Stairs to the
marked drawing. Isambard studied it avidly, then, with an effort,
tore his gaze away.

"Are you familiar with the I-ku-u notation?" he asked.



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Silence hesitated, but did not dare lie. "No. But the Topoi has a
fairly good hieroglyphica."

"I have a better." Isambard rose slowly, one hand lightly touching
the page of the Gilded Stairs as though he would have liked to
take it with him. Silence glared, and reluctantly Isambard lifted
his hand. "Wait."

And where would I go? Silence thought, but said nothing. Instead,
she turned the book to get a better look at the design. It was a
plain, uncolored line drawing, showing a man in an old-fashioned
long coat standing before a battered wall, brick covered with
peeling plaster. In his hand he held a gigantic pair of calipers,
with which he was inscribing the final circle of a very familiar
symbolic figure. Within the largest, outer circle was a triangle,
its three points touching the circle that enclosed it; within the
triangle was a square, and within the square was a second circle,
which enclosed two naked figures, one male, one female. It was a
fairly common representation of the process for making the
Philosopher's Stone, the figures standing for the stone's
"parents", the square for the four elements, and so on, but she
could not understand how that should translate into void-marks.

The commentary was no help, either. It was a deliberate
misquotation from Atalanta Flying, one of the basic alchemical
tests: "Make a circle out of a man and a woman, out of this a
square, out of this a triangle. Make a circle, and you will have
Earth." Silence glared at the neat printing. What should that mean
to a pilot? Grumbling, she turned to the Topoi's hieroglyphica,
and began to look up the components of the picture. She found the
battered, peeling wall--"this indicates a heavily travelled road,"
the entry said, "and that care should be taken not to be dragged
along in another's wake"--and the man with the calipers--"a road
often taken by a specialist; also, a warning to be precise"--but
the central figure was unlisted.

"Here, try this." Isambard seated himself again at the table and
set a crudely bound volume in front of Silence. The pilot lifted
the unmarked cover cautiously, not wanting to rip the already
strained stitching. The inner pages were coarse and had the


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greyish sheen of photoflash paper. The title page had an elaborate
border of twining snakes and spidery, distorted figures that
Silence almost recognized, but could not remember fully. The block
letters of the title were in an archaic style, but were easy
enough to read: The System of I-ku-u, or Leading Star of Stars.
The date was N.A. 609--the original book had been nearly two
hundred years older than her own Gilded Stairs, and she touched
the copy's pages with involuntary respect.

"The I-ku-u was originally designed for practitioners of the Art,"
Isambard observed, "but the pilots borrowed it. It was used until
the Cor Tauri guild developed their own system."

"I see." Silence shook away the sudden sense of being back in her
apprenticeship, began to puzzle out the I-ku-u's index. Isambard
watched her work, maddeningly quiet. He could tell me how this is
set up, Silence thought, but this is a test. and I'll be damned if
I'll admit I know it. She scanned the first page, remembering her
training, and soon began to pick out the pattern, image clusters
arranged according to some key sentence. After a couple of false
starts, she found the proper cluster. Isambard nodded his
approval, but she ignored him and began looking up each section of
the drawing.

"How's it going?" Balthasar asked suddenly.

Silence looked up, startled. "I'm getting it," she said grimly.
She closed the I-ku-u, shut her eyes, and tried to picture the
symbols, and their meanings, knitted together in the seamless
image of the starbook's drawing. It was almost there, the separate
meanings clear, and she handed the copied book back.to Isambard.
"It'll take me another three, four hours to learn the road," she
went on. "Denis, can you work out a departure course in that
time?"

"Yes." Balthasar glanced over her shoulder at the Gilded Stairs.
"Do you have the number for me?"

Silence flipped back to the first section of the starbook, and
Balthasar copied out the appropriate formula. "Thanks," he said,


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and disappeared into the lower control room.

"If you'll excuse me, Isambard," Silence said, and picked up her
own book. The magus kept a hand on the I-ku-u, but he gazed
covetously after the Gilded Stairs. Silence repressed the urge to
clutch it more tightly, and went on into her own cabin, where she
could work in peace.

But when the door closed behind her, she found it hard to recover
her earlier concentration. The memory of Druta's body sprawled in
the pilot's couch, then carried lolling through the common area,
kept breaking through her guard. She closed her eyes again,
pressed her fingers against her eyelids until she saw flashes of
colored lights, then sighed and, barely whispering, recited the
first three cantrips of the simplest meditation exercise she knew.
The picture receded, and she opened the Gilded Stairs for what she
hoped was the last time. She stared at the drawing, fitting the
meanings she had so recently learned to the picture before her,
until at last understanding came.

The Earth-road was like an intricate maze, she thought, although
the object was not to reach the center but to find an exit point
along the rim of the outer circle. The center itself was perilous,
the royal couple standing not for the alchemical "parents" of the
Tincture, but for the necessary twinned configuration of unstable
stars that shaped this road. She would have to bring the ship as
close as possible to them without falling into the reflection of
their almost-elemental fire, and then work outward again, past the
signs for the four elements. They would be taken in order, earth
and air, fire and water, and then brought in to alignment. And
when they were aligned, the road would end in a glorious display,
the four elements becoming three principles, and the three
principles becoming the mundane universe. Bruja would be carried
from purgatory on that wave of understanding, and they would reach
Earth.

Silence sighed and closed her eyes on unexpected tears. Pulling
back from that vision, she had caught a brief glimpse of what
Earth had been to humanity in the years before the War. Then men
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cosmos despite its insignificant position on the edge of a galaxy
itself far from the center of the universe. The road to Earth was
beautiful; merely reading it brought a sense of fulfillment. She
could understand why the Gilded Stairs suggested--in the I-ku-u
the figure of the man with calipers had a far stronger meaning
than in the Cor Tauri system--that a specialist pilot take this
road. It might be all too easy never to pilot again, once the
Earth-road had been taken.

She shook herself, angry at the wasted fantasy. The Path of Light
Darkening had been distorted, ruined by the destruction of
Decelea. It was more than possible that Earth had suffered the
same fate, that she would never see the Earth-road in its
perfection. The thought was painful, and she put it aside as well,
forced herself to concentrate on the physical meaning of the
signs.

There was a tapping at the door, and she looked up, frowning at
the time display above her tiny workbench. Three hours had passed
since she last looked at it; Isambard was probably coming to
demand that she get on with her part of the bargain.

"Come in."

The door slid back, but it was Chase Mago who looked in. "I've
made--lunch? dinner? a meal, anyway. Shall I bring you a tray?"

"No," Silence answered, surprised to feel just how hungry she was.
"I'll come out. I'm done here, anyway."

Chase Mago nodded. "Denis's got his plot worked out, too."

"Good."

The engineer had done little more than open packages and punch a
few buttons on the galley console, but the results smelled and
tasted delicious. Isambard was nowhere to be seen; the other three
ate without speaking until they had emptied their plates. Then
Silence pushed aside her empty tray and said, "Where's Isambard?"



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"In his cabin." Chase Mago paused, reaching for the last piece of
canned bread, and when no one said anything, took it. "I took him
a tray already."

"Oh." Silence sighed. "How does the departure look?"

Balthasar gave her a tight smile. "Not great. I had forgotten how
awkward this system is--sun's strange, a planet's missing, and the
echo of the siege engines is still sounding...." He broke off and
shrugged. "I'll manage."

"Right." Silence looked at both men, smiled in spite of herself.
"I suppose there's no point in putting it off any longer?"

Chase Mago smiled back. "I'm ready whenever you are. And the
harmonium's ready, which is more to the point."

"Let's get it over with," Balthasar agreed.

"I suppose someone should tell Isambard," Chase Mago said
dubiously.

"Not me," Balthasar said at once. "I've got to set the final
course."

"I'll do it." Silence rose, tossed her plate into the disposal
slot, and headed down the corridor. She took a deep breath at the
magus's door, then knocked hard. The door swung open almost
immediately, and Isambard looked out.

"Yes, sieura?"

"We're ready to leave the system," Silence said. She could not
bring herself to invite him to watch from the lower bridge, and
compromised on, "I thought you'd want to know."

"Yes, thank you," Isambard said. "I will remain here, I think. I
should be able to follow affairs from here."

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having forgotten them before. Most passengers on starships
preferred to sleep through the passage through purgatory rather
than try to cope with the distortions it produced; she did not
even know if Bruja carried the proper drugs.

"No, thank you," Isambard said, with a slight smile. "I'd prefer
to remain awake."

"Of course," Silence said, and felt herself flush. It had been a
stupid thought, and one likely to arouse the magus's suspicions
all over again. "I'll be getting up the bridge, then," she added,
and beat a hasty retreat. Isambard's tolerant smile seemed to
follow her up the corridor.

Balthasar was already waiting for her on the lower bridge,
strapped into his couch before the main controls. Silence
hesitated beside the second couch--the cushions were stained with
Druta's blood--but then the harmonium's note strengthened, and she
forced herself to sit. The Ficinan model showed the ragged flare
of music around the central sun, and the flashing interference
where that collided with the dissonant remnants of Decelea;
Bruja's course wove between and around those pools of
interference, hugging the shadow of a second, apparently undamaged
world in the seeming hope that its more friendly music would damp
out the more dangerous harmonies from the other bodies in the
system.

"Ready?" Balthasar asked.

"Whenever," Silence answered.

"Julie?" Balthasar adjusted the headpiece irritably, bringing the
microphone into a more convenient position. "All clear. We can
pull out on your word."

"Everything's ready here," Chase Mago answered, his voice
reassuringly strong in Silence's ears.

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"First sequence," Chase Mago said. Almost before he finished
speaking, the harmonium sang strongly, new notes pulsing through
the stable pattern that had held Bruja balanced against the
conflicting stresses of Decelea's system. In the single
viewscreen, the faint light of the starfield flickered faintly as
the ship began to move. Silence followed their course on the
Ficinan model, frowning to herself as Bruja moved from the
relative safety of its current position to the snaking line of
harmony that skirted the worst of the coil of interference. The
music of their own keel seemed suddenly forced, laboring against
something more powerful than itself. Chase Mago swore, half to
himself, and the harmonium surged, its song overriding the
dissonance. But there was a ragged edge to its chords and Silence
glanced uneasily at the repeating scale set into her control
panel. The needle flickered near the red. Chase Mago was using
very close to maximum power.

"How long can you hold this?" she asked into her microphone, and
Balthasar nodded his approval of the question, unable to take his
attention from his own screens.

"As long as you need," Chase Mago answered. "And there's some in
reserve, I think."

"Right." Silence leaned back against her cushions, only a little
reassured by the engineer's words. Of course there was always some
safety factor built into these ships. The strain gauges always
showed red long before they began to break up, but she hated
coming even this close to the ship's limits.

"This should ease it," Balthasar muttered. "We're moving onto a
better line. Watch the distortion for me, Silence."

"All right." Silence fixed her eyes on the glowing scale, watched
the double needles flickering close to the red lines that marked
correct pitch.

"Second sequence, Julie," Balthasar ordered, and the harmonium
shifted pitch to drive the ship onto its new course. For a moment,
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dissonance, and then a note rose from the song, breaking the
harmony.

"Off by five," Silence exclaimed. "Seven... ten. Julie, bring her
back."

The harmonium surged; there was not much power to spare. Balthasar
tugged at his controls, muttering to himself, fingering the pitch
controls delicately to urge the ship onto a more harmonious
course. The ship strained, and then, with a suddenness that made
the harmonium lurch and waver, despite Chase Mago's instant
attention, Bruja reached her proper course. The harmonium sank to
more reasonable levels.

"What happened?" Silence asked.

Balthasar shook his head. "I'm not sure. This is sticky space, a
difficult progression, but this ship ought to be able to handle
it." He shrugged, dismissing the subject. "Anyway, we're out of it
now."

"Mmm." Silence could not feel so sure of that, thinking of the
road ahead, but there was no point in saying it. She glanced at
the indicators, saw that they were still well below the twelfth of
heaven, but unfastened the couch's straps anyway. "I'm going on
up, Denis. I want to think things out again."

"Go ahead." Balthasar barely looked up from his controls as she
left.

Silence pulled herself up the ladder, her feet sticking to the
rungs, and stepped out onto the pilot's bridge. She was too tense,
waiting to fly the unfamiliar road, to seat herself in the couch;
instead, she wriggled her feet into the clingfoam of the platform
and set her hands on the dead, un-moving wheel. Closing her eyes,
she pictured the voidmarks once again.

A subtle shifting of the harmonium's music warned her that they
were close to the twelfth of heaven. She opened her eyes, noting
the fading hull above and around her, and began to switch on the


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wheel systems. Lights sprang up, flicked from red or orange to
green, and she felt a faint vibration in the palms of her hands.

"We're coming up on it, Silence," Balthasar announced.

"I'm ready," the pilot answered. Carefully, she rested one hand on
the lock.

"Ready to switch to the higher register," Chase Mago said.

"Go ahead," Silence said, and Balthasar echoed her.

"Switching." On the engineer's word, the harmonium split, the
music broadening into related chords, massive and glorious. The
last hint of solidity faded from the hull, and Silence flipped off
the lock.

Ahead of her, and to either side, rose walls of apparently solid
greenery--the reflection, she realized instantly, of her own
perception of this path as a sort of maze. She adjusted the course
fractionally, keeping the ship steady between the two walls to
either side, and studied the scene before her. The corridor along
which Bruja travelled appeared to end abruptly in a solid hedge,
but she knew there would be passages to either side. She would
turn Bruja to her left, there to travel clockwise around the
central suns.

As Bruja drew closer to the green wall, gaps began to appear in
its apparent solidity, light shining out between the leaves.
Silence frowned, not knowing if that indicated that she was
drawing too close, and her hands tightened on the wheel. Then with
a conscious effort, she relaxed. She could only fly the road
according to the voidmarks she had been given, and they had
indicated she should come much closer to the royal couple before
making the abrupt turn.

Bruja drew closer still, and the light began to pour into the
pilot's bridge, half blinding her. As her eyes adjusted, she
thought she could see through the gaps in the central garden into
the domain of the royal couple itself. She winced at the light,


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trying to shake away the greenish shadows that clogged vision.
They faded for an instant, and in the moment before new clouds
formed, she saw quite clearly what lay beyond the wall. In a
garden that was entirely light, the alchemical king, shaped of the
same light that formed his domain, embraced his queen, who was
composed entirely of darkness. Her features were invisible, the
absolute blackness incapable of contrasting, shaping shadow. She
embraced her consort fiercely, her lips fastened on his in a
greedy, devouring kiss.

"Silence!" That was Balthasar's voice, and Silence looked away
with a gasp. "Pull out!"

The pilot was still half blinded by the light beyond the patchy
wall but she could see that the ship was falling dangerously close
to the central images. Swearing, she hauled on the wheel, pulling
the ship around in a tight turn to her left. As soon as she looked
away from the light, the green shadows blocked her sight utterly,
and for a terrifying moment she had only memory and her sense of
harmonies to guide her onto the proper course. Then her sight
cleared, and she breathed a sigh of relief to find Bruja steady
between the curving walls of the maze.

She did not have long to relax, however. As the ship swung around,
the core light still flared within it, more muted now, by distance
and her own inattention. It seemed to pick up speed, and the
harmonium changed, various harmonies cancelling each other until
there was but a single tone. It was not quite a single note,
Silence realized, but so close to it that a human ear could not
hear the differences. Something leaped within her chest, as though
her heart fought to loosen itself from its place.

"God," Balthasar said, "we're halfway to heaven."

"Seven-twelfths," Chase Mago corrected automatically, and then, as
though he had just realized what he had said, repeated, "Seven-
twelfths of heaven...."

With an effort, Silence put their words out of her mind, and
ignored the strange sensations within her own body. The next


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signs, the elemental symbols, would be coming up soon, and each
one marked a change of course; she had to be ready for them.

Already the first, a world that glimmered sullenly, like pitted
iron, swam into view around the curve of her path. Silence tensed.
It should not look quite like that, time-damaged and metallic,
though metals were merely a shaping of elemental earth. It should
be oily brown, smoother... she frowned at the image, tried to
force it into its proper form, but it remained stubbornly as it
was. Was Earth itself damaged, then? she wondered, even as she
eased the wheel, working cautiously against the ship's apparent
speed. What did it mean?

Then she had made the adjustment, and the image retreated to the
periphery of her vision, apparently moving with the ship. She
shook her head, unaccountably disturbed, and waited for the next
image to appear. The path seemed to curve momentarily sharply and
there it was, squat and ugly bands of brown and green gasses
whipping across its surface. Silence swore, tried to change it and
failed again. She made the course change and waited grimly for
whatever was to come.

The last two signs appeared in quick succession, an aged sun,
swollen and red, and a frozen world unpleasantly like
Arganthonios, for all that its surface was faintly tinged with
yellow. She did not even try to change them, but adjusted Bruja's
course. Then, with a deep breath, she brought the ship up sharply,
describing a great loop that took Bruja out of its present
position, static relative to the powerful elemental symbols, and
brought it down so that the symbols had changed position relative
to the ship. She could feel the sudden surge of harmony in the
ship's keel as it struck the resonant path. Then everything burst
apart. The harmonies vanished, were replaced with howling
dissonance. The elemental symbols, corrupted though they already
were, lost form and ran together into bizarre, unnatural
compounds. Fire burned on the surface of the water world, and
earth and air combined in an impossibly solid whirlwind. The red
sun swelled further and burst with a spray of dead fire, like pus
breaking from an infected wound. Silence cried out as she felt her
bones stretching, bending under their own weight. The ship


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shivered violently around her, shaking itself to bits.

That roused her from her fear. The ship needed harmony, a song to
order the chaos around her, a note like the one that had sounded
as they approached seven-twelfths of heaven. She called out again,
trying to tell Chase Mago what was needed, but her headpiece was
dead. The deck trembled beneath her feet, tearing free from its
moorings. She sang to it, frantically chanting a tuner's scale,
and it snapped back into place, but she could tell that would not
hold for long. She needed the sound of heaven to save the ship.

Knowing that, a cold calm closed down around her. That note had
vibrated within herself, the spiritual substance present within
all matter responding to celestial harmony. She reached for that
part of her being, touched it surely, and sang the memory of
heaven. It caught up the note, and that spread outward, until her
entire self, like a sounding keel, gave back the note of heaven in
the face of chaos.

Fear faded, and in its place came glory.

There was a hand on her arm, and a soft, insistent pressure within
her singing. She opened her eyes, and found she could do so
without disturbing the harmonies that spoke through her. Isambard
stood before her, the same power reflected behind the fence of his
bones.

"You must take us home now," he said, though Silence was not sure
how she heard him over the great diapason within. "You know the
ways here, as I don't. What are the signs?"

"The signs are broken, corrupted," Silence said, but even as she
spoke, she saw, behind that chaos, a wilderness choked with every
symbol that had ever been charted. She recoiled from it, and
Isambard touched her arm again, steadying her.

"There are signs," he said again. "You must find them."

She looked again, given strength by the power within herself. This
time, amid the chaotic undergrowth of symbols, three stood out.


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Without bothering to point them out to Isambard, she reached for
them, brought the ship to them and then past them. Isambard
nodded, and spoke a word that was the negation of all music.
Silence cried out as that word stilled even the memory of song,
and then at last the ship's harmonium reasserted itself.
Screeching and strained almost beyond endurance, it nevertheless
functioned, falling from purgatory along the ragged edge of the
harmonies. They dropped below the twelfth of heaven, and Silence
slid to her knees, weeping.

"There's no time for that, girl," Isambard said impatiently. "Get
up. There's work to be done below."

Silence barely heard the magus's words through the stifling
deadness that still seemed to fill the core of her being, but the
audible strain in the harmonium and the shivering of the deck told
their own story. She pulled herself to her feet, not even looking
to see if she had locked her wheel, and staggered to the ladder.
She had to hold hard to it for several seconds before mustering
the strength to slide down to the lower bridge.

The lower compartment was lit flashing red by the disaster lights
blinking on and off on every console. The sight was enough to
clear Silence's head; she pushed her way to her couch, and began
shutting down nonessential systems even before she sat down.
Balthasar darted her a grateful look, but was too busy trying to
bring everything back' to a stable harmony to speak. Silence
finished shutting down everything that could be spared--already
she could feel an easing in the harmonium--and began to copy
Balthasar's adjustments to the system. That was less successful,
and finally the Delian shook his head.

"Find me a null spot, quick."

Silence reached for the musonar and Ficinan display, switching
them on again. Bruja had ended up in a system that seemed vaguely
familiar, but she could not spare the time to work out precisely
which system it was. Instead, she located the ship's position,
then looked quickly for the nearest spot where conflicting
harmonies cancelled each other. Bruja could lie dead there, using


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just enough power to maintain the harmonium's protective field.

"Here," she said, and read off the relative coordinates. Balthasar
glanced quickly at the Ficinan model, but then looked back to his
own gauges.

"Talk me in," he said. "I've got to watch the stress."

"All right." Silence took a deep breath, the sense of power she
had felt in purgatory already receding, drowned by her new
responsibilities. "Come left two degrees, and hold it."

Slowly, tacking the damaged ship against the music of the system,
they brought Bruja into the dead space, and Chase Mago stopped
down the harmonium, the music fading to a whisper that would just
maintain the ship's structure.

"How long do we have?" Balthasar whispered. Silence could see his
hands shaking.

The engineer gave a ghost of a laugh. "Until I turn her off, I
think. Don't worry, Denis, she'll hold as long as we need. Where
are we? Did we make it?"

My God, Silence thought, I don't even know that. She turned to the
Ficinan display, but Balthasar was there before her, punching
inquiries into the locater.

"Mersaa Maia," he said at last. "Interesting. Why're we here when
we were supposed to go to Earth?" He glanced quickly at Silence.
"And what the hell happened?"

"The marks were changed," Silence answered readily. "I'm not sure
by what, but they were badly distorted--the underlying harmonies
were, I mean. And when I tried to bring everything together, I was
really setting up an incredible dissonance."

"Then what?" Balthasar demanded.

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how." Now that the immediate danger was past, the sense of having
lost some great power threatened to overwhelm her. Her eyes filled
with tears. "Denis, what am I?"

Balthasar leaned awkwardly across the Ficinan display, pulled her
head against his shoulder. Silence clung to him, while he smoothed
her hair and murmured softly to her. Footsteps on the ladder made
her pull away, wiping impatiently at her eyes.

"I think, Captain Balthasar," Isambard said, "you had better try
to call help from--is that Mersaa Maia?"

"Yes," Balthasar said.

"Interesting." The magus stroked at his beard, showing no signs of
leaving the control room. Balthasar glared at him, and swung back
to his controls.

"Julie? Is there power for the transmitter?"

"Yes." Chase Mago spoke from the hatchway, and Silence jumped. "I
left enough for a couple of hours' conversation."

"That should be enough," Balthasar said grimly, and keyed on the
transmitter. Before he could speak, the machine crackled to life.

"Attention, unidentified ship. Attention, unidentified ship. You
are approaching Mersaan space without prior authorization.
Identify yourself immediately. Repeating, identify--"

Balthasar said, "This is--" and stopped, taking his finger off the
key. "How the hell are we going to explain ourselves, anyway?" he
asked, of no one in particular.

The others did not answer. Balthasar made a face, and turned back
to the console. "This is Hegemonic mailship Bruja, requesting
emergency assistance. We have been badly damaged in transit, and
we need immediate help."

"We have no prior notice of your arrival, Bruja." That was a


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different voice from the unfeeling drone that had asked for their
identification, a sharper voice. Unaccountably, Silence felt
chill, and saw Isambard frowning.

"What's your point of origin?" the Mersaan continued.

Balthasar looked at the others again. "What do I tell them?"

"Don't tell them you were coming from Decelea," Isambard said
quickly. "Say Solitude. They cannot question that easily."

Balthasar made a face, but answered, "Solitudo Hermae."

There was a long pause, and then the voice said, "We still have no
record of your request to put down here. Can you reach Nisibis or
Anxur? They are worlds of your own sphere--"

"No," Balthasar cut in. "I told you, we're badly damaged. We can't
even make it in-system, much less go through purgatory. We need a
tug."

"Unauthorized ships are not allowed to land on Mersaa Maia," the
voice repeated. "You will have to be cleared first."

"This is an emergency," Balthasar said. "What's your authority?"

"I am Port Master of Mersaa Maia," the voice answered primly.

Balthasar cut the transmission. "What the hell's the Port Master
doing talking to us now?" he demanded. "And what's the fuss over
an emergency? They've got to bring us down."

Isambard smiled bitterly. "Captain Balthasar, Mersaa Maia is the
gate to the Rose Worlds. And the Rose Worlds are blocking the road
to Earth."

"You can't block purgatory," Silence began, and Balthasar said,
"What's that got to do with us?"

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chance we might die here. Then anything we might have found out
would be lost. Am I correct, Isambard?"

The magus nodded. "Essentially. And, sieura, it is quite possible
to block purgatory. Siege engines already do that, in a crude way.
Clearly, the Rose Worlders have developed a more efficient
method."

Balthasar snorted. "By God, I'll make them bring us down." He
touched controls again. "Port Master, I repeat, this is an
emergency. I evoke the rights of humanity--and Mersaa Maia is your
depot, an open planet. Will you close out an official ship?"

There was a long pause, and then the Port Master said, "Please
wait."

Balthasar made a face, but the Mersaan was back in a remarkably
short time. "Captain, all our tugs are in use right now. You will
be picked up as soon as one is free. You are at the top of our
priority list."

Balthasar snarled at the machine, but before he could frame a
suitably blistering reply, a new voice cut into the conversation.

"Bruja, this is the freighter Samisen, out of Misthia." The
woman's voice made the last bit of identification unnecessary. "We
are within tow range, and can pick you up. There doesn't look like
there's much to salvage, if you're worried about the rights. Is
that agreeable to you, captain? And to you, Port Master?"

Balthasar laughed soundlessly. "That's got him," he said, and
switched on his transmitter again. "Thank you, Samisen, your help
is much appreciated."

Silence could almost hear the sigh in the Port Master's voice. "Go
ahead, Samisen, and thanks for your assistance."

Chapter 10

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and Chase Mago used that time to forge log entries for the
fictitious passage from Solitudo Hermae. He was good at it,
Silence thought, but she doubted the story would hold up for very
long.

"We'll have to appeal for sanctuary," she said, closing the
starbooks from which they had culled a plausible route.

Chase Mago, splicing record tapes, grunted dubiously, and
Balthasar said, "She's right, you know. They're never going to
believe we're a regular mailship--where's the officer, for one
thing?"

"Isambard," the engineer said, and adjusted his magnifying lens.

"A rnagus in command of a starship?" Balthasar asked.

"It isn't so improbable," Isambard said mildly, and the Delian
glared at him.

"And what are you going to do? Sit back and watch while the
Mersaans take us apart? Turn us in, even?"

The magus smiled and shook his head.

Silence turned on him, evoking the one threat she thought might
move him. "If you turn us in, we'll get word out somehow--you know
we can--and make sure everyone knows you broke your given word. If
one magus could, so could any--your own kind will kill you first,
just to keep themselves safe, or who'd ever trust a magus again?"

"I have no intention of breaking our agreements, sieura," Isambard
began, and was cut off by a beeping noise from the lower bridge.

''Samisen," Balthasar announced, and rose from his seat at the
table.

Silence followed him into the control room and seated herself in
the second couch. "We're stuck with this, aren't we?" she asked.
"We're an official Navy ship, bound from Solitude to Mersaa Maia,


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whose routing orders never made it into the Mersaan records, and
who just happened to stray away from that path and hit a frequency
common in the Earth road. It's awfully thin, Denis."

Balthasar nodded, his eyes fixed on the Ficinan display. "Do you
really want to tell the Rose Worlders we're escaped conscripts? Or
that we were looking for Earth, and we know they're blocking the
road?"

"How the hell do we know they're blocking it?" Silence demanded.

"I'd trust Isambard that far," Balthasar said. "And I don't trust
the Rose Worlders." He reached for the controls, thumbed on the
transmitter as the image of Samisen crossed the almost invisible
border into the dead zone. "Samisen, this is Bruja. We're glad to
see you."

Balthasar was right, Silence thought, as she settled herself to
monitor both ships' keelsong. Isam-bard had no reason to lie about
the interference they had felt, and he would certainly know what
had caused it. So she had no choice but to believe him, at least
until someone provided a better explanation. And Balthasar was
right about the Rose Worlders, too. They were too exclusive, too
secretive, to be trusted.

A flash of yellow brought her attention back to the board--the
inevitable dissonance had reached an unacceptable level--and
automatically she read out the correction. Samisen's pilot made
the adjustment deftly, and the Misthian ship settled slowly
alongside Bruja, the two fields merging almost without
interference. Balthasar sighed.

"That's it," he said. "If there's anything you want from this cow,
you'd better pack your bags." He left the control room without a
backward glance.

By the time Silence had collected her starbooks and packed them
into a carryall, the transfer tube was already set up between the
two ships, and the Misthian captain had come aboard. She was a
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higher caste than Tasarla had been, but with the same contempt for
her homeworld's ways. She raised an eyebrow at the details of
their story, and politely said nothing.

Samisen's crew, five younger, fairer versions of Fava, helped them
transfer two of Isambard's crates, all the magus deemed worth
saving, to the Misthian ship, and then the second pilot, who
introduced herself as Sirkka neMafalda, took them into Samisen's
common area while her crewmates disconnected the transfer tube and
made ready for the landing on Mersaa Maia. In the common area,
Sirkka offered food and cups of a smoky tea, but after the first
sip, Silence leaned back against the chair webbing, hardly able to
keep her eyes open.

The strain of the passage, first from Castax to Decelea, and then
the abortive attempt to reach Earth, was finally catching up with
her. Her head hurt, with a stiff pain that was like the ache of
strained muscles, but she was too exhausted to do anything about
it. She closed her eyes and let herself drift with Samisen's
keelsong.

Balthasar woke her some time later, and for a second, Silence was
alarmed by the quiet. Then she realized that she had slept through
the landing--God, she thought, I must've been tired, if the change
of pitch didn't wake me. She blinked, trying to wake up.

"Customs is coming aboard," Balthasar was saying urgently. "Keep
looking dazed; Julie and I will do the talking. Silence, are you
listening?" He shook her again, not gently, and dragged her to her
feet. "Lean on me, and look dizzy. Understand?"

"Yes," Silence said. She clung to him as she had clung to Chase
Mago the night of their marriage party, and felt the Delian shift
his position to take her weight. His arm around her waist was
comfortingly strong, and she was not sorry for the pretense.
Balthasar maneuvered her out of the ship and down the sloping ramp
of the cradle. Chase Mago was waiting there, standing quietly
beside one of Isambard's crates. Silence let them ease her down
onto the crate's lid, and closed her eyes, listening to Balthasar
arguing with someone who was out of her line of sight. After a


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moment, she risked looking around more alertly. The Mersaan
Customs men were there, as Balthasar had said, and in force: there
were three uniformed technicians, each with a different set of
scanning machines; a laborant and an apprentice, carrying
diviner's rods; and two men whom she guessed were port officials.

"Could we go through your statement again, Captain Balthasar?" the
older of the two said, and Silence recognized the voice of the
Port Master.

"Sure, as many times as you want," Balthasar answered. "But you
won't hear anything new."

"For the record," the other port official said patiently, and
Balthasar glared at him.

"You say you're a regular mailship, part of the auxiliary forces
of the Hegemonic Navy," the Port Master said. "Is that correct?"

"Yes," Balthasar answered.

"You're obviously not nobility or gentry," the Port Master
continued. "Are you conscripts?"

Balthasar hesitated, and Silence willed him to remember that they
no longer wore the collars that would mark them as geas-bound
slaves. "Volunteers," he said, after a moment.

"Since when has the Hegemony relied on volunteers for its ships?"
the younger man demanded. "Sir, these--people--are clearly just
another group of adventurers. I suggest they be treated as such."

The Port Master nodded. "I'm afraid, Captain Balthasar, that
unless you can come up with a more plausible story, I have no
alternative but to follow Gearalt's suggestion." His smile belied
the gravity of his tone.

There was a heavy sigh from behind Silence, and Isambard stepped
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"I am afraid," he said, "that I must make a fuller explanation."

Silence held her breath, wishing she could draw on that power she
had found to gag the magus before he could betray them. Something
thrummed deep within her, but before she could pursue it, Isambard
spoke.

"I understand your sense of duty, Captain, and appreciate what you
have tried to do for me," he said. "However, I must remind you
that I have final say over this mission."

"But--" Balthasar said slowly, and Isambard interrupted him
quickly, though Silence thought she saw him give an almost
imperceptible nod.

"I do not think his Majesty would hold you to your oath, and in
any case, I may speak when you must be silent."

Balthasar bowed, his face a mask, and stepped back, away from the
Port Master.

"Now, Port Master," Isambard began. "You know that there are a
number of magi employed on the siege of Castax?" He waited until
the Mersaan nodded warily. "I have been involved in that project
for some time, as it coincides with my own field of interest, and
the Hegemon very kindly sponsored my researches, to the extent of
loaning me this ship and crew. As you so astutely observe, they
are neither noble nor gentry; however, they are oath-bound--of
their own free will--to serve his Most Serene Majesty, and have
done many useful services for him. You will understand why I may
not say more--I fear I've said too much already."

He glanced at Balthasar and, as if in answer to a cue, the Delian
gestured despairingly. "You've ruined us."

"I doubt that," Isambard said. "In any case, we were indeed
travelling from Solitudo Hermae--and I cannot explain your lack of
records, unless a rival of mine. . . . No matter. However, I was
carrying some--instruments which I had created, which I felt would
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insufficiently shielded. While in purgatory, they picked up a
sympathetic harmony, and dragged the ship toward the source of the
disturbance. We were fortunate to escape."

The Port Master had gone pale. "What is your speciality, Doctor
Isambard?"

"At the moment, siege engines," Isambard answered blandly. "And
related phenomena. I am still completely unable to explain what
happened. I would appreciate a chance to speak to any of your own
magi, who would be more familiar with local disturbances than am
I."

"Perhaps that can be arranged," the Port Master said hastily. His
colleague, Gearalt, leaned close to him, murmuring something
Silence could not hear. "Excuse me a moment, Doctor, Captain." He
retreated to the baffles separating Samisen's cradle from the next
berth, and the two men conferred hastily.

I think we're going to get out of this, Silence thought, and
stared at the baffled floor to keep her delight from showing too
clearly. It's just plausible enough, and it's a magus who's
telling it. They don't dare disbelieve a magus--the magi are too
powerful, and the only thing they agree on is the need to preserve
their status. If the Mersaans challenged Isambard without positive
proof he lied, they risked having the other magi turn on them. And
even the Rose World's can't survive without magi.

"Doctor Isambard," the Port Master said abruptly. "You realize, of
course, that your story must be verified, but at the moment, I see
no reason to hold you."

"Thank you," Isambard said. "Tell me, is there a Hostel in the
port?"

"A magi's shelter?" The Port Master looked to Gearalt, who nodded.
"Yes, Doctor, all the cabs would know it."

"Then you may find us all there, if you need to question us
further." Isambard turned to the Misthian captain, who had been


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listening with frank curiosity. "I am sorry to impose further,
Captain Fava, but may we have the use of your homunculi to move
what remains of my baggage?"

"What did happen to your special cargo, Doctor?" Gearalt asked
suddenly.

"I was forced to destroy it," Isambard answered. "In purgatory."

"You're welcome to whatever help I can offer," Fava said, "if you
can do it now."

"If these gentlemen would permit us ..." Isambard began, and the
Port Master waved his hand.

"Go ahead, Doctor. But I will want to see you later."

"Of course," Isambard murmured, and waited until they were out of
sight. When they heard, faintly, the sound of the docking shed's
doors closing behind the Customs vehicle, Balthasar said, "I don't
know what you're up to, magus--"

"Nothing,"'Isambard snapped. "We'll talk at the Hostel."

By the time Isambard's crates had been loaded into a cab, Silence
was yawning uncontrollably, the pretense of exhaustion turning
into fact. She saw very little of Mersaa Maia's main port during
the ride from the shed to the Hostel, drowsing instead with her
head on Balthasar's shoulder. Only the fear of being supported by
one of the exquisitely formed homunculi who staffed the Hostel
gave her the strength to follow the others to the rooms Isambard
claimed for them. Once there, not even her curiosity could keep
her awake. She collapsed onto a couch and fell instantly asleep.

When she woke at last, the time/date projection on the far wall
told her she had slept through a complete local day. She sat up,
and the lights came on, triggered by her movements. The others had
moved her while she slept, she realized after a moment. This was
not the room she remembered, but a smaller, more heavily decorated
bedroom. The walls glimmered in the dim light. They were covered


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with tiny paintings, the colors bright as enamels, and with
equally tiny mirrors positioned to reflect the pictures, so that
she could not be completely sure which was which. Dizzied, she
reached for the light controls. With the lights turned all the way
on, the illusion faded, and she saw clothes folded on a rack at
the foot of the bed. She threw back the covers, wondering just who
had undressed her, and got up. She showered quickly, then dressed.
The clothes left for her were a one-size-fits-all version of the
tunic and hose she had worn on Delos, topped with a light, knee-
length coat. There was a palm-sized two-shot heylin in a wrist
clip, too, and after a moment's hesitation, she strapped that on
as well. Beneath the heylin was a pad of credit slips, and she
pocketed them without compunction. How long ago was Delos, really?
she wondered. Only a month? It seemed years ago. Shaking her head,
she slid back the bedroom door.

She found herself not in the room she remembered from the day
before, but in a dimly lit corridor, the watered silk of the wall
covering broken at intervals by unmarked doors. Halfway between
each door was an elaborate sort of candelabra, a winged metal
dancer holding a cool globe of light in its cupped hands.
Entranced, she moved closer, and the door slid shut behind her.
She gasped, but stood her ground. Denis is here somewhere, and the
others, she told herself sternly. You can always find your way to
the lobby and ask for directions there, if you have time. They'll
probably be along any minute now. And in the meantime, you might
as well look at the statue.

She advanced on it, marvelling at the perfection of the work,
wondering how the fire-compound had been fixed in a bubble barely
the size of her fist. Then the statue turned its head and looked
at her.

This time, she did cry out, taking a quick step backward. It's
just a Watcher, she told herself, like the one at the terminal on
Delos. Nothing else. And if it's a Watcher, it may at least be
able to point to the lobby. Feeling slightly foolish, she smiled
up at the statue.

"Excuse me," she began.


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"Pardon, sieura, but perhaps I can be of help?"

Silence turned quickly, and found herself facing a handsome young
man--or was it a man, she wondered. The person wore a man's coat
and trousers, but his cheek was very smooth. She frowned, trying
to see more clearly, but the other was standing in the shadow
between two pools of light. "Yes, I think you can," she said. "I'm
trying to find my--husbands. They've gone on without me."

The young man appeared to consider. "Yes," he said, after a
moment. "Sieura Leigh?"

"Yes."

"They are dining on the roof, if you would like to join them." The
other extended a hand in a gesture that was oddly old-fashioned
for someone so young. "If you would come with me?"

Silence froze, staring at the hand, lying now just inside the pool
of light. The skin had an odd, greyish tint beneath the delicate
pallor, and the fine lines and the bone shadows were altogether
too regular to be real: a homunculus, better formed even than the
ones she had seen before. Silence shivered, then fought back her
revulsion. With an effort, she put out her own hand, and rested it
lightly on the homunculus's wrist. The pseudo-flesh was cool and
paper-smooth, totally non-human.

The homunculus bowed and escorted her gracefully down the length
of the corridor, to a stairwalk that spiralled up out of sight. It
helped her aboard--Silence shivered, but submitted to the
programmed courtesy--then waited unspeaking for the stairs to
carry them to their destination. The stairs swept past several
floors of rooms, all decorated with the same silken hangings and
Watcher-lampholders, then past three more floors that were sealed
off by heavy doors, wood over earth compounds, before coming to an
end in an octagonal pavilion. The pavilion's walls were trellised,
and a dozen different species of flowering vines had been woven
through the wooden slats. Looking more closely, Silence recognized
a camisado vine, and then the narrow black flowers of an


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adderwort. She did not doubt that the others were just as
poisonous.

The homunculus held out his hand again, and Silence let him lead
her from the pavilion into a warmly sunlit path winding between
two hedges. She glanced dubiously at those, but when she saw no
poisonous vines lurking in the foliage, she relaxed a little and
let herself enjoy the illusion of space. The homunculus escorted
her through the twisting passages, apparently following a faint
sound of running water that grew stronger as they went farther,
and finally brushed aside a curtain of cascading vines.

"Your husbands are waiting, sieura."

Silence ducked under the trailing flower--she did not recognize
it, and wanted to take no chances --and stepped into a tiny
enclosure, bounded on three sides by the same hedges that shaped
the paths. The fourth side was a wall of uncolored glass, broken
only at waist height by a polished bronze rail. Through the glass
she could see Mersaa Maia's port city, a carpet of stubby,
scabrous buildings lining empty, rutted streets. All the streets
converged on the single highway that ringed the landing field, but
the squat massy tower, like a prison, of the main port building
blocked her view of the field itself. The sound of water faded and
died.

"Good day, sieura," Isambard said.

The magus was sitting to one side of the enclosure, a book open on
his lap. Balthasar and Chase Mago were sitting together against
the opposite hedge, staring morosely at the cityscape. The Delian
looked up at Isambard's greeting.

"Good. Now you can talk."

Silence looked at him, puzzled, but then Isambard put aside his
book, and she realized that Balthasar had been talking to the
magus. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Have some coffee," Chase Mago growled. "I think you're going to


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want it."

There was a massive gold-chased pot on the table, even more
elaborate than the one she had seen in the magi's quarters on
Arganthonios. She poured herself a cup and seated herself on the
bench beside Balthasar.

"Well?" she asked again.

Balthasar snorted. "That's what we're about to find out," he said.
"He wouldn't tell us anything until you woke up."

Silence looked at the magus. "What is it?"

Isambard rose and walked slowly across the enclosure. At a
gesture, his chair followed him. He stopped it opposite their
bench and sat, folding his hands in his lap.

"I know that you have many questions," he began. His mouth
twitched as Balthasar muttered something. "And, yes, Captain, I do
intend to answer them. In my own time."

Balthasar started to say something more, but Silence put her hand
on his knee and squeezed hard. The Delian jerked, and gave her a
startled look. Silence ignored him.

"As you please," she said, and sipped at her cooling coffee.

The magus laughed. "I didn't think I was wrong about you, sieura.
What is your most important question?"

Silence hesitated, a sudden feeling of power sweeping over her,
like the memory of the harmony she had felt on the Earth road. She
was very aware of the way the others were looking at her,
Balthasar and Chase Mago each willing her to ask the questions
they wanted answered. Isambard, too, wanted her to ask a
particular question, and she smiled, hugging a new sense of
strength to herself.

"Very well, Doctor," she said, and knew he recognized her new


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awareness. "What am I?"

The magus smiled again, this time with a sort of relieved
pleasure. "So. You are--or rather, you have the potential to
become--a magus."

There was a moment of stunned quiet. Then Chase Mago said, "How
can she be? She's female--"

"That would explain the transport, wouldn't it?" Balthasar said
savagely. "Shut up."

Silence nodded to herself. Once it had been spoken, she felt
almost as though she had always known. Even Chase Mago's
objection, and everything she had learned about the Art throughout
her life, could not shake her certainty. She stared out over the
ugly city, considering new possibilities. With training--she would
have to be trained, but there were enough magi who would teach her
simply because she was an oddity--she could do whatever she
wanted. There would always be work for a magus, work that paid
well enough for her to spend years doing only what pleased her.
Travel, study, even the life of an oligarch, if she wanted it....
Then her gaze faltered, and she saw again the dirty port city
spread out before her. There was not much room for piloting, for
her own Art, in that future. At the very least, she would not be
able to fly while she was apprenticed to some magus--and what
would that do to her partnership, her marriage? I don't want to
leave them, either, she thought.

"Do you doubt me?" Isambard snapped.

Silence turned quickly. "I don't doubt your power," she said.

"Good. Then hear me out." Isambard steepled his fingers, staring
thoughtfully at her. "On board your Bruja--"

"Not ours," Balthasar interjected, as though it were very
important.

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We made a bargain, sieura, you and I. You agreed to find Earth for
me, and I agreed not to turn you over to the authorities as
pirates and murderers. Is that correct?"

"Yes," Silence said.

"I call your attention to the phrasing of the agreement. You have
not yet found Earth for me, sieura. I suggest you are still bound,
and I intend to hold you to it."

"The hell--" Balthasar began, and Silence said, "Shut up. Go on,
Isambard."

"I would point out that continuing our association might prove
highly profitable for all three of you," Isambard went on. "You,
sieura, could enter into an apprenticeship with me; your husbands
could share in the profits of the voyage to Earth, and in anything
else we undertake. Is this agreeable?"

"I'd like time to think," Silence said. There's no need to worry
yet, she told herself. If I don't agree, there are other options--
friends call at Mersaa Maia occasionally. We can buy a ride off-
planet with them, live underground until we reach the Fringe. Even
Isambard won't waste time chasing us that far.

"Before you make any decision, sieura," Isambard said, "I ought to
point out that you cannot remain on Mersaa for very long. The Rose
Worlders are almost certain that you tried to reach Earth, and the
longer you remain, the less probable your story becomes."

I'm well aware of that, Silence thought, but bit back her angry
response. "I don't think it will take me that long to decide,
Isambard," she said aloud.

"Certainly, sieura," the magus said, rising. "I'll leave you to
talk things over with your husbands. When you're ready to leave,
summon one of the homunculi to escort you." He gestured to a bell-
pull, artfully woven into the hedge among the other vines. "I will
be waiting for your answer." Pushing aside the curtain of flowers,
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Silence waited until the faint crunching of his footsteps had
faded from hearing, and said, "Is it safe to talk?"

Balthasar shrugged irritably, and glared at the flourishing
greenery as though every leaf hid a listening device.

"I imagine so," Chase Mago said. "The magi go in for live
listeners--you remember that monkey-thing Nnamdi's man had?"

"Does it really matter?" Balthasar asked. "We've got trouble,
Silence."

"What sort of trouble?" the pilot asked.

"Fava, for a start. She won't help us get off-world--says the
authorities here would lift her landing permits if it was even so
much as hinted she was involved in such a thing." Balthasar
grimaced. "I talked to a couple of other people down in the port--
you slept the clock around, Silence. Not that I have particular
friends who land here, but I thought my connections could get us
off. But it's no go. Everybody says the same thing: the
authorities want to keep us here, until they get answers to their
questions. I was followed halfway to the port before I shook
them."

"Why are they so concerned?" Silence asked. "A lot of people have
tried to get to Earth before."

"Not magi," Chase Mago said. "At least that's what Isambard said."

"I can name three," Balthasar muttered.

"Not magi who are pilots," Silence said. "Like me."

"Even so, other ships have survived attempts, and nobody's ever
said Mersaa treated them this badly," Chase Mago protested half-
heartedly.

"We came close," Silence said. "I know what went wrong. If I had


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more control...." She let her words trail off, not quite daring to
finish the sentence. Next time, though, she thought. Another time,
I could make it. "What I'd like to know," she went on, "is why the
Rose Worlds are blocking Earth."

"You'd have to go there to find that out," Balthasar said.

"Are you telling me to go along with Isambard?" Silence asked.

"Hell, no. We'll get off-planet somehow--"

"How?" Silence demanded.

"There are ships through here almost daily," Balthasar shot back.
"If we can't hitch a ride, we can get a message out, get someone
to come get us. I've friends I can call on...."

"Wrath-of-God is broken for now," Chase Mago said, quietly. "Who
else?"

Balthasar shrugged. "And Tasarla's dead, and I don't know how to
contact Gregor. All right, it was a bad idea. But I think working
for the magus is worse."

A smoldering anger had been rising in Silence all through the
conversation. "And what about me?" she asked. It was a cold anger;
her tone was level and her thoughts were extraordinarily clear,
focused through the lens of new realization. "I am, I will be, a
magus--maga? Someone powerful, someone unique. Isambard's offered
me that, and whether or not I do it, it's my choice, not yours.
And I'll make it without your help, thank you very much."

Balthasar glared at her. "You trying to tell me this doesn't
affect us, too? You're a magus, all right--"

"Shut up, Denis," Chase Mago said. "Silence--"

"Leave me alone, I want to think." Silence buried her head in her
hands. Balthasar's last jibe had hit its mark, and she did not
have to hear the rest of it. You're a magus, all right, you don't


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give a damn about anything but power. Just like the magi on
Arganthonios, she thought, just like the one--what was his name?--
who turned his own son into an instrument of his power. I don't
want to become like that. And I want to be a pilot. I've fought
all my life to be one, and I don't want to give that up. But I
want a magus's. power. She closed her eyes, savoring the memory of
the Earth road and the harmony that had played through her. I want
that, too.

"Silence?" Chase Mago said again, and she opened her eyes.

' "Go away, both of you." Her anger had faded, to be replaced by
weariness. "I know it affects you; I promise I haven't forgotten.
But I don't know what I want, and nobody can make any decision
until I know that. Do you understand?"

To her surprise, it was Balthasar who answered, matching her
exhausted tone. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry."

"It's all right," she said. "Just go away."

"Come on, Denis," Chase Mago said, pulling on the bell rope. After
a moment, a homunculus, a copy of the one who had escorted Silence
to the roof garden, appeared in the doorway. The engineer gave it
instructions in a low voice, and the two men followed it into the
maze of greenery.

Silence stared out over the port. The sky had clouded over,
producing a milky grey light that was shading toward sunset. The
faded light softened the ugly lines of the buildings. Somehow,
they seemed more inviting--more familiar--than the well-tended
gardens around her, and she reached for the bell cord.

"May I serve you, sieura?" The second homunculus was identical in
feature to the one who had escorted her, but the fabric of coat
and trousers was subtly different.

"Yes. I need some place to think--not my room, and not here. Can
you arrange it?"



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There was a brief hesitation, and then the homunculus bowed
slightly. "I believe so, sieura. If you will come with me?"

Stiffly, Silence rested her hand on its arm, and allowed it to
lead her to the stairwalk. This time they rode it all the way down-
-Silence counted ten full turns before they reached the cage of
twisting metal that protected the last stage. The lobby area--and
everything Silence could see of the first floor--was decorated far
more soberly than the upper levels. The floor was covered in light
and dark wood, the blocks arranged in an intricate, engrossing
pattern. Silence frowned down at it, trying to trace the basic
unit of the design, then jumped as the homunculus cleared its
throat.

"I beg your pardon, sieura, but I have just been informed that
there is a message for you, and for the other members of your
party. Shall I bring it?"

"Why not?" Silence said. "Please."

The homunculus bowed and stepped away, disappearing behind a
screen of painted paper. Silence glanced curiously around, careful
not to look at that fascinating floor pattern. It was too
fascinating, she realized, too hypnotic. The whole thing was
probably part of the magi's security arrangements. Even knowing
what it was, she found it hard to keep her eyes from straying to
the space before her feet. Shaking herself, she fixed her eyes on
the far wall--painted a deliberately uninteresting beige, unbroken
by any viewglobes or painted decoration. Even the tiny gathering
area, screened by plants as brown as the rest of the lobby, was as
unappealing as possible, merely four brown cushion-chairs on a
paler brown rug.

"Sieura, I have your messages," the homunculus said.

Silence turned and accepted the folded sheets of printer paper,
muttering her thanks. The first message was short and to the
point: You are required to present yourself at the Customs
Building, Room 13C470. The date was two days from today. No, she
realized, she had slept through a day. The appointment was for the


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day after tomorrow--and today was nearly over. Well, she thought,
Isambard can surely handle that--if they don't push too hard. The
second message was longer, more cryptic. A certain person is
inquiring about you, unofficially. I will have details, at the
Green Man tonight, 1700 hours. It was signed with Fava's name, and
a complicated hieroglyph that was almost certainly Fava's private
seal. Silence bit her lip, wondering who was looking for her, and
why.

"When was this left?" she asked.

The homunculus appeared to consider. "At ten this morning,
sieura."

Silence glanced at the wall chrono. If she wanted to reach the
port in time to keep this appointment, she would have to leave
now. And something stronger than curiosity was urging her on. She
sighed, and handed the first paper back to the homunculus,
stuffing the other into her pocket. "I won't be needing a room
after all," she said. "You can show this to my husbands and Doctor
Isambard. Tell my husbands--not Isambard--that I'll be back soon."

"Very well, sieura." The homunculus bowed and retreated. This
time, she watched him go, and saw him disappear into a wall
compartment. Then she found her way to the massive main doors.

The air outside the Hostel was warm and damp, and Silence was glad
her coat was made of a light fabric. The dusty streets were almost
empty, and she saw no signs of the tracks or wires of public
trolleys. I should have asked the homunculus, she thought, but
then shrugged. The port looked to be less than two miles away; she
could walk that easily.

As she made her way further into the city, the streets grew
busier. She began to pass men who were obviously port workers,
company or conglomerate insignia prominent on the shoulders of
their baggy overalls. There were more women than she had expected,
many of them secretaries in neat tunic and coat combinations,
their hair covered by tidy hats or elaborately folded scarves.
There were also obvious housekeepers, dowdy in unfitted, shift-


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like dresses, shopping bags piled on little carts. They, too,
concealed their hair beneath coarsely woven scarves. I should have
found out about local customs before I left the Hostel, Silence
thought. Oh, well, it's too late now. She looked around, but no
one seemed to be paying any particular attention to her.
Nevertheless, she felt conspicuous, and oddly uneasy.

Even in the center of the port, on streets where half a dozen
badly decorated storefronts opened onto the broken paving, and men
and women moved from building to building with a purposeful air,
she felt the same unease. It was growing stronger, too, a nagging
uncertainty like hunger or sickness, tugging at that part of her
that had resounded with the celestial harmony. She stopped in the
recessed doorway of a store selling sheets of some tri-colored
food--there were no benches for pedestrians in sight, though she
had seen only a single electric wagon--and tried to isolate the
cause of her fears. The low buildings, barely four stories tall,
upper windows heavily shuttered against the damp heat, seemed to
loom ominously over the street, the lower windows reflecting the
pale stone of the buildings opposite like steely eyes. The silent
pedestrians, avoiding her gaze, seemed more menacing than open
enemies.

The whole scene was strangely familiar, she thought, surveying the
dusty street. The heat, the midafternoon quiet, the fear.... Her
memory did a sudden flip-flop, and she was presented with a vivid
picture of a street on Cibistra. There had been sun in her eyes as
she topped the hill, walking between streets whose upper stories
overhung the narrow road. All the doors had been shut and sealed,
against midsummer heat and the sun-broken men who stalked the
streets during the daylight hours when decent people were in bed.
One of them was behind her; she had known without having to hear
the faint scuff of boots on dirt. It had been a matter of keeping
going, of walking toward the port, not daring to run, and hoping
to reach it before the man behind her made up his mind to attack.
She had reached the gates of the port, her back tingling.in
anticipation of the knife or heylin shot, just in time. She could
still remember the sense--almost taste, almost smell, but neither--
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In the doorway of the shop, Silence laughed aloud. Of course,
idiot, Denis even warned you, she told herself. You should've
expected to be followed, fool. Still, the uneasiness remained. So
what do I do? Try to lose them? Hardly likely--I'm a stranger
here, and I don't have Denis's training. Proceed as though I
haven't noticed? Probably the best thing ... certainly the safest,
at least until I get to the Pale. I can lose them there.

Bracing herself, she stepped from the doorway, and could not
resist sneaking a quick look over her shoulder. She saw no one
familiar, no figure she could pick out as one she had seen before,
but she knew they--he? no, more than one, her instinct whispered--
were there. She looked away again, took her bearing from the
Customs complex, and set off for the Pale.

The streets ran perfectly straight until they hit the broad
thoroughfare ringing the port, or so she remembered seeing them
from the roof of the Hostel. What she had not been able to see was
the way that life seemed to drain from the buildings that lined
them. She walked three blocks, then, more slowly, a fourth, noting
nervously that the streets were empty of pedestrians and that more
and more of the narrow windows were bricked up, the buildings
disused or converted to warehouse space. Her sense of being
followed grew even stronger, until, closing her eyes for a second,
she could almost pinpoint them. There were two of them, one on
each side of the street. She was as certain of that as if she had
seen them, but the temptation to turn and be sure was still almost
overwhelming. She held herself rigidly straight, fixing her eyes
on the pavement ahead, and forced herself to hold a steady pace.

There was a change in the pace of the men behind her, felt rather
than heard or seen. They were moving faster: whatever their
original instructions had been, they were no longer interested in
merely following her. She quickened her own pace, not wanting to
run until she had no choice. What the hell am I going to do now?
she thought. The streets were laid out in too regular a grid for
there to be any maze of backs alleys for her to hide in; the cross-
streets she had passed before contained only the same monotonous
line of warehouses and abandoned buildings. There had been what
appeared to be alleys, she thought, running between some of those


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structures.... She frowned, wishing futilely that she was back on
Delos or Achasa or even Cibistra, where there were half a hundred
places that would shelter a fugitive. Stop it, she told herself
fiercely, there's no time for it. The men behind her were gaining,
slowly but. steadily; she could sense how the one across the
street from her was pulling ahead of his partner to block that
road of escape. There was a cross-street coming up, and she took a
deep breath. They would still be far enough back as she came even
with it. If she kept her steps even, if she did not let them know
she suspected, or was any more worried than any woman would be,
walking alone in an unfamiliar city, she should make it ...

It was forty steps to the corner of the last, blind building. She
did not dare turn to look down the street, afraid even the most
disinterested glance would warn them. Three more steps brought her
to the intersection. She swallowed hard, then turned abruptly and
fled down the side street. Behind her, there was a shout, and she
exulted in the sense of confusion she could feel. It was only
momentary, however; faintly, as much felt as heard, she was aware
of pursuing footsteps. I had half a block's lead, she thought,
I've stretched it to a block-- But it was not enough. She turned
right at the next corner, knowing that they saw her doubling back,
but unable to stop herself without losing too much speed. Left at
the next, stumbling painfully against the rough bricks of the
building. Her chest was hurting already--no star-traveller had the
stamina to outrun a planetsider--and she knew she could not keep
up her pace for much longer. An alley opened suddenly in the blank
wall of buildings, and she ducked into it, gasping.

The end was clogged with machinery, the tanks and webbed piping of
a cheap venting system. She checked, too out of breath to swear,
and saw that there was a space between the pipes and the wall of
the building. It looked almost large enough for her to squeeze
through. She ran toward it, struggling to regain her earlier pace.
In the street behind, she could feel the hunters closing in,
slowing a little with the certainty of success. Fumbling, she
freed her heylin from the wrist clip. If I have to, she thought,
I'll fight.

There was just room enough for her to get through, if she bent


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nearly double and used her free hand to pull herself along. She
bent, reaching for the first pipe, and cried out as the metal
burned her hand. More delay, she thought, stripping off her coat
and wadding it into clumsy protection, but she could go no further
without it. She burned her leg on the same pipe, then pushed
herself painfully along the brick wall of the nearest building,
one palm braced against a globular tank so cold she thought her
skin would freeze even through the protecting coat. The system was
cheaply made, poorly shielded-- A shout from behind crystallized
the germ of her plan.

"Hold it, woman!"

She could tell from the voice that they were at the head of the
alley, and she redoubled her efforts, ripping her tunic and
scraping the skin along her shoulderblades. Then there were only a
few more pipes to cross. She wove her way through them, still
dragging her battered coat, and ran.

"Stop!" The shout was followed by a curse, and scuffling, and then
a mutter of orders. The second man was being sent back to
intercept her from the other end. She skidded to a halt, raising
her heylin. Let there be enough power in the magazine, she
thought, and fired twice. The globes of fixed fire seemed to take
forever to float the length of the alley. Then they struck, and
the tanks exploded behind her.

Silence picked herself up slowly, wincing at her new bruises, and
a second, lighter blow knocked her to her knees. Behind her, what
was left of the machinery was hidden in sheets of white and bluish
flame, and there were large gaps in the walls of the buildings to
either side, from which bricks fell slowly into the fire. One of
the men was dead, that was certain, and if the other had not gone
back to determine what was left of the first, he was certainly
deterred from further pursuit. Already, Silence could hear the
faint wailing of alarms, and knew that specially reinforced
homunculi were on the way to fight the fire. She pushed herself to
her feet, and started walking briskly toward the port.

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The Green Man was low-roofed and ugly, the sort of building that
practically shouted the fact that its owners asked no questions.
There were no windows in the stuccoed walls, and the only thing
that indicated that the bar was open was the fact that the barred
safety door had been taken from its hinges and now leaned against
the wall. A mannikin, shaggy with leaves, hung from a pole over
the doorway, jigging slowly in the first evening breeze. Silence
hesitated outside, staring at the curtain of shadow that blackened
the entrance, wondering if the place were safe. Then she shook
herself. The Green Man was deep into the Pale, no one but star-
travellers would go there. And she would get no more than
annoyance from them, as long as it was clear she was herself a
pilot. Frowning, she pulled off the scarf she had improvised from
the scorched skirts of her coat and stuffed it into a pocket, then
hastily smoothed her hair. Then, with a deep breath, she stepped
through the doorway.

She came out of the blackness of the shadow-curtain into a broad
room lit with a dim, amber light. An oval bar filled the middle
section, and dwarfed the tables that clustered in the corners. A
casually dressed woman, her hair uncovered, was moving in the
bar's central workspace, and Silence sighed her relief. No wonder
Fava had chosen this for their meeting place. The tables were
mostly filled, but there were still a number of empty spaces at
the bar. Silence chose one toward the back, where she could watch
the door, and waited, fingering the pad of cash slips in her
pocket. The bartender glanced curiously at her, but took her time
serving a turbaned man, drawing some sort of beer and spilling a
calculated amount of foam onto the stone counter. Only then did
she move down the length of the bar, wiping her hands in passing
on a towel hanging beneath the counter.

"What can I get you?" she asked.

"What's good?" Silence said.

The bartender stared at her, as though trying to determine her
status. Silence returned the stare stolidly. "Regular bar," the
other woman answered, after a moment, "and a couple of local


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things. There's a sweet porter some folks like, spring wine, and a
fruit brandy that's a killer."

"I'll try the porter," Silence said.

"Right." The bartender wandered away again, went through the rite
of wiping out a stone mug and manipulating the polished handles of
one of two massive kegs. Silence glanced nervously around, saw
only men in the shadows. Where the hell was Fava?"

"You're new here." The bartender set the damp mug in front of
Silence and rested her hands lightly on the counter, waiting.

"Yes." Silence hesitated, not knowing how to answer the unspoken
question. The woman wanted to know precisely what she was--star-
traveller, someone's mistress, or just a hanger-on. She smiled and
said awkwardly, "I hope that's strong. I'd never flown that road
before."

It was good enough. The bartender relaxed fractionally, and her
smile was less professional. "I'm told it's not easy, sieura--
pilot, I should say."

"Thanks." Silence sipped carefully at the porter, got mostly foam.
"What do I owe you?"

"One-and-a-half, local." The bartender pocketed the two-credit
slip deftly, made only a token gesture of giving change. "Thank
you, pilot. Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes, for some friends."

"Then I'll see you're not bothered." The bartender turned away
before Silence could answer, in response to a call from the other
end of the bar.

The pilot sipped again at the porter, and nearly choked on the
sweet, ropy stuff. God, that's vile, she thought. And where's
Fava? She glanced at the time projected in the globe that hung
suspended above the bar, and saw that the Misthian was already


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late. Oh, God, she thought, don't tell me that it was all a trick.
If I've fallen for that, the absolute oldest trick in the book. .
. . And what will you do if you have? an inner voice demanded. And
just how are you going to get back to the Hostel, anyway?
Stubbornly, she pushed the doubts away. The message had been real,
she was sure of it. And she would get back to the Hostel somehow,
however she had to.

"Silence!"

The pilot turned quickly, and only just managed to copy Fava's
casual wave. There was a second woman at Fava's shoulder, her eyes
watchful, her hands deep in the pockets of her loose smock.

"Hello, captain," Silence said, as the two women took seats to
either side of her. "What's up?"

Fava made a face, and waited until the bartender had taken their
orders before answering. "I'm not sure myself. But I thought you
might be interested in knowing that there are questions being
asked about you--you in particular, not your men-folk."

"I know that the authorities have been asking questions," Silence
said, and Fava waved a hand in dismissal.

"This isn't them--" she began, and broke off as the bartender set
a tall glass in front of each Misthian. "I think you met Sirkka
before?"

Silence nodded, and as the bartender walked away again, Fava
continued, "Not official questions. You wouldn't need me to tell
you that. This is some man off a freighter that landed yesterday.
There's quite a bit of talk about you in the port--the authorities
haven't been subtle. I think half the planet thinks you tried to
reach Earth--"

"We--" Silence broke off, smiled grimly. Any denial would only
confirm their suspicions. "Go on."

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questions of his own. Someone steered him to me, and I told him to
get out."

"What was his name?" Silence asked.

"There's more," Fava said. "Then he tried to find out from my crew-
-he talked to Sirkka--and, well, I suppose she'd better tell you."

"He told me his name was Merestun," Sirkka said readily, her voice
more accented than her captain's, "but I'm sure he was lying. I
didn't tell him anything more than he'd already heard, but it
seemed like he was interested in making the same run. He offered
me a lot of money if I could tell him where you were--he said I
should say he would be of some use to you, could maybe get you off-
planet, if you'd help him."

Does this Merestun really think that's a fair exchange? Silence
wondered. Well, maybe it is, since I'm not likely to get off-world
any other way. But he doesn't mention Denis and Julie--and there's
still Isambard's offer. She looked up, and found the others
staring expectantly at her. "Why didn't you tell Denis? I know he
spoke to you."

"It's you they were asking for," Fava said, "not him."

That was a Misthian for you, Silence thought. But I shouldn't
complain. She wouldn't be helping me if I weren't a woman. "What
else did Merestun say?" she asked.

"Not much," Sirkka said.

"Do you know anything about him?"

Fava answered, "He works for a Hegemonic merchant, that's all I
know. And the merchant keeps himself in the background."

"I know the ship name," Sirkka broke in. "Black Dolphin."

Black Dolphin. Silence took a deliberate grip on the edge of the
bar, squeezed until her fingers ached. Black Dolphin, and the


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merchant would be Tohon Champuy, and the questioner.... "The man
who spoke to you," she said, keeping her voice steady only with an
effort. "Was he a short man? Getting fat? Dark-haired like me, but
dark-eyed?"

"I don't know about the eyes," Sirkka said, "but the rest fits."

And Uncle Otto. Silence closed her eyes. The court on Secasia
seemed a lifetime away, but the memory--and the anger--was still
fresh.

"I gather you know him?" Fava asked, after a moment.

"Yes." They were still looking curiously at her, and Silence
sighed. "Otto Razil's his real name.

He's my uncle." She could not stop herself from adding, "And that
ship's mine."

"Oh?" Fava leaned forward, hiding her empty glass to avoid
interruption.

Silence explained what had happened after her grandfather's death,
and how she had ended up with Balthasar and Chase Mago. "So
obviously I can't accept Otto's offer," she finished. "Not without
losing everything."

The other women were nodding sagely. No, you don't know, Silence
wanted to shout. You never had to live by any of those rules, you
don't know what it's like to lose something that ought to be yours
just because you're female. And you don't know what it feels like
now, when I thought I had everything under control, just one
decision to make. Just choose to be a magus or stay a pilot, and
now all of a sudden Otto's back, to spoil my plans again.

"He doesn't have any legal claim, does he?" Sirkka asked, and
gestured for the bartender to refill her glass.

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"What can he do, then?" Sirkka went on.

"Look--" Silence controlled herself instantly. "He's made an offer
no one else has. And we've got to get off-planet, soon."

Sirkka looked away, embarrassed, but Fava said tranquilly, "I've
told your Denis why I can't help you. I do too much business here,
and while you're a woman, you're not a Misthian. Not family."

So Denis used my name when he made contact with her, Silence
thought. I should've known he would.

"There are plenty of other ships that land here," Fava went on.
"One of them will surely help."

"We can't wait," Silence snapped. "The authorities are already too
curious." She shut her mouth tightly over the rest of her words,
knowing that she was not angry with Fava. Damn you, Uncle Otto,
she thought, you have a knack for bringing out the worst in me.
But coming back like this, with the ship--my ship--that's too
much. "Where's he docked?" she asked slowly.

"You're going to go to him?" Fava asked, and Silence shook her
head, not daring yet to admit even to herself what she might be
thinking.

Sirkka snorted. "His merchant doesn't spend money easily," she
said. "They're in one of the cheap sheds, near the field. Why?"

Silence closed her eyes, trying to visualize the port, but she had
been too exhausted to see much of it when they landed. "Show me
exactly."

Sirkka exchanged glances with her captain, and then, when Fava
nodded, dragged a finger through the rings left by the chilled
glasses, sketching a crude map. "There's the port, and these are
the main sheds. Over there--" her finger scattered a clump of wet
squares "--are the support buildings, magi, guilds, tuners. Down
here, the third, no, fourth--the fourth shed from the
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field's just beyond."

Silence stared at the rapidly fading sketch, wondering. The shed
was very close to the taxiways, and to at least one of the launch
tables. And besides, she thought, it was always possible to lift
directly from the taxiway, and make any course corrections
later....

"How large is his crew, do you know?" Fava looked oddly at her.
"You're not thinking of trying Wrath-of-God's games here, are
you?"

I hadn't thought of it that way, Silence thought. Aloud, she said,
"No, of course not. Do you know?"

"I hear it's small," Fava said cautiously. "The merchant only
carries one bodyguard."

That would make sense, Silence thought. Black Dolphin's cabin
space was limited, more than either Bruja's or Sun-Treader's had
been. They'd have to have a pilot aboard, and with Otto and
Champuy to accommodate, that would leave only one more cabin,
converted back from cargo space.... Besides, neither Champuy nor
Razil would want to share their profit with any more than the
absolute minimum crew. Nor would they want to give up any more
cargo space. Four men, then.... If they could be decoyed away from
the ship, or neutralized aboard; if the local authorities could be
tricked into giving them permission to lift, or if a diversion
could be managed, it was just possible they might get away with
what Fava called Wrath-of-God's games. In spite of herself,
Silence grinned. Balthasar, at least, would be pleased.

"You are thinking of stealing it," Fava said. "You're crazy."

"I don't think so," Silence said, hardly hearing her. Considered
rationally, she--they--would be taking a very long chance, but
they didn't have a better alternative. At least, she didn't know
of one, and if Isambard had something up his sleeve, this would
make him show it. More than that, she would be getting her ship
back. She had forgotten, or put aside, how much it had hurt to


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give it up. And most of all, it would let her put off the final
choice between piloting and life as a magus. "I think I could get
Otto off the ship, Champuy too...." Her voice trailed off as she
considered a variety of false messages, and then she put that
aside. "Look, is there a magus in the port who handles private
communications? Someone reliable?"

Fava shook her head. "Yes, I know one, but--"

Silence cut her off. "One thing. If the others agree, will you
contact Otto for me? I'm not asking for anything more."

Fava hesitated, then, reluctantly, smiled. "All right. I'll do
that, but no more."

"Thank you." Silence stood up. "How do I get to this magus?"

"Sirkka, show her the way." Fava stood also. "I hope you know what
you're doing, pilot."

The magus was exactly what Silence had expected, a wizened,
elderly man who kept over-furnished offices in a building wedged
between two tuning sheds. A ship was being tuned next door;
Silence felt the vibration as she entered the magus's office, but
heavy felt padding inside kept out the last traces of sound.
Despite that, the magus pulled a second baffling curtain into
place before settling into a chair and motioning for them to be
seated.

"I am Doctor Tahir," he said, folding his hands across his
stomach. "What can I do for you, sieura, pilot Sirkka?"

"My name is Leigh," Silence said. "I want to contact the magi's
Hostel, without going through regular channels."

Tahir nodded. "Oh, yes, that can be done, but it is expensive.
After all, I have to live here, and I can hardly afford to anger
the authorities--"

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"A hundred local credits," the magus said.

Sirkka stirred. "That's outrageous."

"I'll give fifty," Silence said. After a minimum of haggling, they
settled on seventy, and Silence separated forty from her book of
credit slips. "The balance when my message is delivered."

"Very well, sieura." The magus rose, and returned with the viewing
globe in an elaborately carved stand. The globe itself was made of
some purplish crystal, almost opaque. The magus resettled himself,
frowning into the clouded depths.

"Your message?" he asked.

Silence closed her eyes, hastily framing words. "I want to contact
the magus Isambard," she began. Tahir nodded, bending over his
globe. "Tell him--" she paused again, trying to decide just how
much she could say. "Tell him that I'm at the port, that I agree
to his offer, but all three must meet me here, right away. Or, no,
not here, at the Green Man. Otherwise it's all off."

"Leigh is here," the magus repeated obediently. "And you agree to
Isambard's offer, but they must meet you at the Green Man
immediately or the deal is off."

"That's right," Silence said.

Tahir gestured over his viewglobe, and the opaque crystal seemed
to clear slightly, purple shadows moving stiffly in its depths.
After a moment, images began to form in the globe's center, the
purple fading to other colors. Slowly, a reflection of Isambard's
face took shape in the crystal, not as clearly defined as an
official system would produce, but distinct enough.

"Well? What is it?" Tahir's lips moved, but Isambard spoke through
him.

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"Let me talk to her," Isambard snapped.

Tahir hesitated, but Silence pulled another credit slip from the
pad and laid it on the table in front of him. Tahir nodded, and
made a complicated gesture. Whatever he did took effort, Silence
saw: his wrinkled face was covered with a thin sheen of sweat.

"Speak," he said, at last.

Isambard's face shifted in the crystal, as though he had leaned
forward, and his voice came, disembodied, from a point in the air
just above the globe. "Silence, you were foolish to go into the
port--"

Silence said, "It had to be done. I'll explain when you get here.
But I know how to get off-world."

"We're being watched," Isambard said. "We can't leave the Hostel--
" He broke off, staring not at Silence but at Tahir, leaning over
his crystal. "You, magus. What degree do you hold?"

"I am a doctor of the Art," Tahir began, huffily, and Isambard cut
him off.

"Then together we can open a janus gate."

"But, doctor, I haven't the strength for that," Tahir protested.
"I wouldn't be able to work for weeks, perhaps months."

Silence ripped off three more credit slips, then tossed the rest
of the book onto the table. Tahir's eyes shifted, and Sirkka
laughed. Silence said, "Will that cover it?"

The image in the crystal wavered as Tahir reached hungrily for the
book, and Isambard said, "Count it later, doctor. We'll begin the
gate."

Obediently, Tahir dropped the book into the pocket of his faded
gown, and spread his hands flat in the air over the globe. His


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eyes closed. In the crystal, Silence could see that Isambard had
closed his eyes, too, and she guessed that his hands were
positioned identically above his own view-globe. Softly, both men
began to speak, chanting words that hissed and flowed, but were
part of no language Silence knew. She could feel the leashed power
in them, shaping and preparing the common air surrounding them.
Tahir was sweating harder as he spoke the last syllable; his hands
shook, and he stilled them with an effort. Isambard spoke a
single, flat-vowelled trisyllable, and Tahir answered quickly,
drawing both hands up and away from the globe. The air above the
table began to shiver visibly, and Silence felt her spine crawl
with the gathering power.

The globe seemed to split open then, the colors blossoming like
some bizarre flower. The swirling non-images poured out, moving
now like water, until the colored shadows struck an invisible
barrier and fell back, eddies curling into each other. Slowly, the
colors steadied and then rearranged themselves into a recognizable
image. Silence found herself staring directly into a room of the
magi's Hostel. Had she dared, she knew she could reach through and
touch the wood of the table where Isambard sat.

She shook herself, throwing off the sense of awe that threatened
to overcome her. She had heard of janus gates before, and knew
that they resulted from the manipulation of purgatory, a less
complex manipulation than her own piloting. Two places on the same
planet--on the same land mass of the same planet, she corrected
herself--could be temporarily joined through purgatory. The power
is strictly limited, spatially and temporally, she told herself. I
will not be impressed by it.

"Hurry, now," Isambard said. "We can't hold this open for long."

Hastily, Balthasar stepped into the field of vision, followed by
Chase Mago. The engineer carried a bag slung over his shoulder;
with a small shock, Silence recognized it as the carryall
containing her starbooks. Balthasar hesitated, then stepped
gingerly onto the low table in the Hostel room.

"Step through, man," Isambard ordered. "Leave the crates."


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Silence could see the Delian's chest move as he took a deep breath
and held it, then stepped from one table to the other. She put out
a hand to steady him down, and Balthasar took it. He looked almost
surprised at the solidity of her touch.

"Silence, what the hell's going on?"

"Later," Silence said, and turned to help the engineer.

Chase Mago misunderstood her outstretched hand, however, and
passed the carryall through first. Silence took it, relieved in
spite of herself, and then the engineer stepped through the gate.
Isambard looked up, and Tahir's eyes flashed open.

"I'm sorry, doctor, but I can't hold it alone. I haven't the
strength--"

"I can see that," Isambard said. "Silence--sieura Leigh. You said
you'd accepted my offer, did you not?"

"Yes," Silence said.

"Then you'll get your first lesson now." Despite the strain,
Isambard's lips curved in the ghost of a smile. "Doctor, the
sieura is an untrained talent; you can draw on her for support."

Tahir looked up, startled. "A woman? Impossible."

"Trust me," Isambard said. "Silence, put yourself into a pilot's
trance."

Silence could see the strain on his face, and did not argue. She
closed her eyes and took a deep breath, focusing her mind.
Usually, she sought the learning state in order to memorize
difficult void-marks; the phrase that evoked it best was the
ancient riddle of the gate that was not a gate. But this gate is a
gate, she thought, a joining of spaces through purgatory. She felt
the world fall away around her, and saw the edges of the janus
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"Don't think," Isambard said sharply. "Just sit there. Don't do
anything."

Silence closed her eyes, letting herself slide into the self-
absorption that was fatal to a pilot's trance but seemed somehow
perfect for this. She listened to the soothing rush of blood in
her veins, her slowing heartbeat and the steady sigh of breath,
the subtle burring of bone on cartilage and, in a core that was
not physically central, a whisper of wakened song. Tahir's touch,
when it came, was like the touch of cold hands--startling, but not
painful. His presence struck echoes from her own power, like notes
of a harmonium repeated in a sounding keel. She savored the sense
of strength flowing from her, riding the crest of that song. All
too soon it was over, and she opened her eyes.

The gate had vanished, and the air no longer smelled of power.
Isambard was bending over the other magus, who rested his head on
his folded arms.

"If you'd listened to me," Isambard began, then shook his head.
"Rest a few days, you'll be all right." He nodded at Sirkka.
"Would you, sieura, find the doctor's kitchen and brew tea?"

"I'm a pilot," Sirkka snapped, "nobody's maid."

"I'll do it," Chase Mago said quickly, and disappeared through a
curtained doorway. Isambard turned away from Tahir, who now seemed
to be asleep.

"What's happened, Silence?"

Silence seated herself on one of the webbing chairs, glad Tahir
had not drawn too deeply on her power. "I got a message from
Fava," she began. "It seems my uncle Otto is back in my life."

Balthasar muttered something, and Silence was glad she could not
make out the words. Hurriedly, she repeated what the two Misthians
had told her. "There can't be that many people aboard," she
finished. "If we can get the crew away, or even most of them, we


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could take Black Dolphin, and be off-world before the authorities
realize what's happened." The others were very quiet when she
finished, and she blushed, waiting for one of them to demolish the
plan. Then Balthasar laughed delightedly.

"Damn it, Silence, that's good," he said. "Yeah, I think it'll
work--but we'll have to do more than just get Champuy off the
ship. We'll need a distraction; the port authorities are bound to
check every ship before it lifts. . . ." His voice trailed off,
then strengthened again. "We need a disaster."

"Fire, famine, flood," Silence said, then stopped. "Fire."

"Yes." Balthasar turned on Isambard. "You said back there you did
siege engines. Was it true?"

The magus nodded, waiting.

"Can you make snakefire?" Balthasar went on.

Silence felt a small, bloodthirsty smile steal across her face,
and hastily suppressed it. Snakefire was a nasty thing, a toy for
the expert saboteurs of the Hegemon's best engineer regiments.
Planted around the port, the creeping fires would do little real
damage, and be almost impossible to extinguish. The authorities
would be busy for hours, and at the first rumor of fire, half the
ships in the port would be clamoring for permission to lift. And
would lift without permission, if they thought the fire was bad
enough. If no one in Dolphin's dock panicked immediately, it would
be easy enough to frighten them.

Isambard was nodding again, this time in agreement. "Yes, I can do
that. It should work."

"What should work?" Chase Mago asked,                                    returning with a pot of tea
in one hand, and two battered cups in                                    the other. As he poured a
cup and shook Tahir awake long enough                                    to force the magus to drink
about half of it, Balthasar explained                                    the plan. The engineer
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"Sirkka, will you contact this Razil?" Chase Mago asked, when the
Delian had finished.

Sirkka hesitated, then shrugged. "I can. But he'll want to talk to
you, Silence."

Silence made a face. "Yes, he'll want to gloat, all right. But
I'll do it--if we contact him from somewhere nobody can trace."

"Here," Sirkka suggested, and Isambard nodded.

"I'm sure Tahir won't mind," he said, and there was an edge in his
voice that made the other magus nod drowsily. "But first I'll have
to create the snakefire--you do have a workshop I can use, don't
you, doctor?"

"I--" Tahir began, and Isambard laid a second book of credit slips
on the table.

"I'll also rig a protected line for your communications system,"
Isambard went on. "And then you'll forget that we were ever here.
This is for the inconvenience."

"I swear," Tahir murmured, and fell asleep again.

"The workshop's the first door on the left," Chase Mago said. "I
thought it was the kitchen."

"All right." Isambard looked around, took a volume from the single
bookcase. "Make yourselves comfortable."

It took the magus nearly two hours to create enough snakefire to
make an effective diversion, and another hour to find the right
places to leave the deadly little packages. Silence used that time
to plot a course for Tycha. It was a common staging point, with an
easy departure and a familiar set of voidmarks. Then the three men
were gone, and Silence was left alone with Sirkka and the sleeping
magus, to stare nervously at the elaborately inlaid communications
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"Half an hour," Sirkka said at last. "Time to call."

Silence nodded, unable to speak.

The Misthian looked oddly at her, and reached for the machine,
punching in a series of numbers.

"No picture," Silence said, and Sirkka nodded.

"Black Dolphin." Silence did not recognize the voice.

Sirkka said, "I wish to reach sieur Merestun."

There was a brief hesitation, and then the voice said, "Wait."
Static followed.

"Merestun," a new voice said, and Silence shivered.

"This is Sirkka neMafalda. We spoke of a woman pilot? She
expressed interest in your terms."

There was muttering in the background, and Razil said, "Put a
picture on."

Sirkka looked at Silence, who shook her head. The Misthian said,
"I'm sorry, the camera's not working."

"Then find one that does work," Razil said grimly, "or we don't
talk."

Sirkka glanced again at Silence, who shrugged and reached across
to flip the switch herself. A thin screen unfolded from the back
of the machine, and a face began to take shape beneath its creamy
surface. As it took on resolution, Silence could see the
expression change from worry to a cruel satisfaction. A shadow
fell across the bulkhead behind Razil, a shadow too thin to belong
to him: Champuy was standing just out of camera range. Silence
stiffened.

"Well, Silence," Razil said. "Well, niece. All your fine plans


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come to nothing?"

"Wait," Sirkka said sharply, and Silence was glad of the
interruption. "What about my money?"

For a moment, it seemed as though Razil would not answer, but then
Champuy murmured something, and Razil said, "It'll be sent."

"Not good enough," Sirkka said. She switched on the console
beneath the machine, and said, "Transmit it now, or I cut the
line."

"All right."

A moment later, the screen flashed white, then displayed numbers
and code letters as the fee was transmitted to the Misthian's
account. Sirkka nodded. "All yours, Silence," she said, and
stepped out of the camera's eye, turning her back on the machine.

"Well, niece," Razil said again. "And what happened to that man of
yours? Did he dump you when you wrecked his ship?"

"I--" Silence checked herself. "No."

"Or did they just find a better pilot?"

"Does your offer stand?" Silence asked.

Razil paused a moment, scowling, but another mutter from off-
screen prompted him. "I haven't made an offer," he said.

"You told Sirkka you could get me off-world. What's the price?"

"Just you?" Razil leered. "Not your rugged captain?"

This is worse than I expected, Silence thought. "Let me talk to
Champuy," she said aloud. "You're useless, Otto."

Razil stiffened, but Champuy stepped into the picture, and the
other's angry response died. "Here I am, sieura Leigh," Champuy


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said. "What do you want?"

"You said you'd get me off-world," Silence said again. Suddenly
she was overcome with disgust at this role she had to play, and
she only just stopped herself from pressing the disconnect button.
"What's it going to cost me?"

Champuy smiled thinly. "I know what you did for your former
captain. I want the same thing, and I know you almost made it. I
want you to work for me."

"At what pay?" Silence asked.

"The usual rates for a pilot of your experience," Champuy
answered. "Plus hazard, of course."

"And a share of the profit."

"We can discuss that when you come aboard," Champuy said.

"No." Silence shook her head. "We'll settle that first. But not
now; I've talked too long already." Out of the corner of her eye,
she saw Sirkka nod. "You know Lady Maisry's?" Sirkka had given
that as the name of one of the larger bars, and Champuy nodded.
"Good. I'll be there in half an hour. We'll talk there."

"All right," Champuy said, "but--"

"Be there," Silence said, and pressed the disconnect button.
Sirkka turned to face her.

"He'll come," the Misthian said.

"He'd better," Silence answered. She picked up the carryall Chase
Mago had left for her, its weight comfortably familiar. "Point me
toward the right shed, will you?"

Sirkka smiled. "I can do better than that," she said. "Come on."

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between the tuning sheds, and then to a second street that ran
behind the outer row of buildings. She hesitated at the main
entrance of the docking shed, but Silence waved her on. The
watchman, ensconced comfortably in his glassed-in booth, barely
blinked at them; nothing else moved in the long corridor between
the two rows of curtained starships.

"Your Dolphin's the eighth down," Sirkka murmured.

Silence nodded, and started as confidently as she could down the
main corridor. After a fractional hesitation, Sirkka followed her.
At the third baffled cradle, Silence pushed aside the curtain and
slipped into the dock space. Behind her, she heard a muffled
protest, but ignored the Misthian She walked the length of the
compartment, hardly daring to breathe for fear she would wake
someone on the cradled freighter. But nothing moved above her. At
the rear curtain, she stooped and lifted the weighted cloth.
Sirkka slid under on her knees, then held the curtain while
Silence crawled out. Together, they eased it back to its original
folds. When it was down, Sirkka caught the other woman's arm.

"Are you crazy? Maybe this cow doesn't put bells on the curtain,
but that merchant will. You'll never get in this way."

Silence shook her off. "I haven't seen a bell yet. And the others
are waiting here."

The Misthian shrugged, plainly not convinced. Silence ignored her.
They stood in a narrow corridor running between the walls of the
shed itself and the long row of baffle curtains that soaked up
every sound. She stared up at the maze of ceiling wires that held
the baffles in place, tracing out the divisions between the
spaces. She had just found the eighth place when someone stepped
out of the curtain in front of her.

"Denis!" The baffles absorbed her exclamation, but Balthasar set a
finger to his lips.

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"Is everything set?" Silence asked.

"Absolutely." Balthasar was grinning, elated.

"When do they go off?" Sirkka asked. "I've got to get back to the
ship, warn my captain."

"I spoke to Fava," Chase Mago said. "This way--we kicked out an
emergency panel. You've got about twenty minutes before the first
one goes, so you'd better hurry."

Silence watched as Chase Mago led the Misthian toward an almost
invisible hole in the wall panels, then turned back to Balthasar.
"And Champuy?"

"We saw him leave in a hurry with his bodyguard. Your uncle's
still aboard, as best we can tell."

"So it's just him and their pilot?" Silence asked.

"No." Isambard stepped from the curtain, holding up a metal oval
like a tuner's egg. "There's only one person aboard that ship."

Silence looked to Balthasar, who shrugged. "Maybe they fired their
pilot, or he quit, or something. It doesn't matter." He rummaged
in a carryall with shiny sides that betrayed its newness, and
produced an army-issue heylin. Silence took it awkwardly, the
weight dragging at her shoulder.

"Sorry it's not a rifle," Balthasar said, "but that was all I
could get on short notice. Julie?"

The engineer finished replacing the emergency panel and looked up.
"What?"

"How long?"

Chase Mago consulted his chrono. "Sixteen minutes."

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obviously trying for calm. His face was still twisted in a
maniac's grin, and Silence felt the same expression on her own
face. "All right," Balthasar continued. "Julie and I'll go first--
you two hold the curtain, and come right behind. The lock's a
standard model, isn't it, Silence?"

"It was."

"The device I gave you will open everything but a magus's personal
lock," Isambard said.

"Let's hope so," Balthasar said. "When we get aboard, Silence, you
head straight for the control room. Lock yourself in, and don't
open up until you hear from me. We'll deal with your uncle. And
once I get rid of him, Julie, you start warming the engines--the
first capsule should've blown by then. I'll grab a tug. Is that
clear?"

Silence nodded once, and Isambard said, "Yes."

Chase Mago looked thoughtful, then shrugged. "Clear enough. Let's
go."

Silence glanced up at the edge of the curtain, where the baffle
was fastened to the support wires. She saw no alarm bells, but
could not be entirely sure they weren't sewn onto the inner side
of the fabric. She stooped and, slowly and carefully, lifted the
edge of the curtain. The upper half of the curtain didn't move as
she eased it up about a foot. Isambard took hold of it as well,
taking some of the weight, and Balthasar said softly, "O.K.,
that's enough."

He dropped to his knees, then to his stomach, and pulled himself
through. Chase Mago followed more slowly, easing his greater bulk
through the gap. Silence exchanged glances with the magus, and
Isambard nodded.

"After you, sieura."

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on the dirty tiles. She wriggled through, felt one edge,
unsupported on that side, scrape down her body from shoulder to
knees. There was no sound from the alarm bells, if indeed there
had been any. Then she was through, and scrambled to her feet to
hold the curtain for Isambard. The magus crawled through quickly,
and Silence lowered the curtain after him. Only then did she turn
to face her ship.

They've changed her utterly, she thought. There was a gun turret,
gleaming with fresh, raw paint, and the top of the hull was welded
with new seams. The stubby wings showed signs of the same sort of
tampering, a pair of cannon poking from beneath sampling pods.
Then Balthasar beckoned urgently from the top of the cradle
stairs, and Silence hurried to join him, putting aside her anger.
Balthasar had already applied the magus's device to the humming
lock as Silence came up the stairs. As she flattened herself
against the hull, Balthasar pushed buttons on the machine's top
and flinched back, breathing quickly. Silence tensed, waiting for
alarms or an explosion, but nothing happened. Then a tiny light
set in one corner of the device went from red to green,
Balthasar's tense shoulders relaxed; he reached forward and
uncoupled the device, then gestured for Chase Mago to open the
hatch. Very carefully, the big engineer twisted the lock wheel,
then tugged it backward. The hatch swung free without a sound.

Instantly, Balthasar was through the opening and into the lock
area, heylin held ready. A moment later, he leaned out again,
motioning them in.

"No one in sight," he whispered. "Julie, come with me. Silence,
take the control room, and you, Isambard, mind the hatch."

The others nodded, and Isambard let the hatch close again with a
gentle thud. Balthasar winced, but gestured for Chase Mago to
follow him forward, toward the common area. Silence hesitated,
then took a deep breath and followed them, cradling her heylin in
both hands. The common area was empty, and she reached for the
ladder to the bridge, but Balthasar caught her shoulder.

"Which is your uncle's cabin?"


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Silence glanced back, trying to ignore the gaping door that led to
the cabin that had been hers. "Back down, on the left across from
the engine room."

"Right. Now get on up." Balthasar touched her shoulder and turned
away, taking the engineer with him. Silence hesitated momentarily
at the bottom of the ladder, the heylin heavier than ever in her
hands. There was no sound from the control room, and she started
to climb.

The lower bridge was empty, as she had expected, and she glanced
at the monitor lights. They glowed steady orange: the systems were
on standby. Frowning, she started to set the heylin aside to tend
to them, and then she heard a tiny scuffling sound from above her.
She whirled, bringing up the heylin and firing in a reflex motion.
She missed, but Razil's shot went wild, shattering a square of
deck tile. He was on the upper bridge, with the upper hand....
Silence edged around the base of the ladder, waiting for her one
clear shot. She knew she should call Balthasar and Chase Mago, let
them handle this, but Razil was her kin, her enemy. He was her
affair.

Something moved above, the hint of a shadow crossed her path. She
stepped back, suddenly sure of herself as she had never been
before. She fired once, and knew before Razil's heylin clattered
to the deck that she had hit him. Then the shadow lengthened on
the decking, and her uncle fell past her, the ladder guiding his
fall. She raised her heylin to shoot again, but there was no need.
She kicked the fallen heylin into a corner, then knelt beside the
body. There was no wound to be seen, and she felt for his pulse.
Her own heart was beating so strongly it was hard to tell just
what she felt, but after a moment she felt his pulse beneath her
fingers. Appalled, she looked down at her heylin, and saw that the
selector pointed to the lowest, non-lethal setting. Slowly, she
released her uncle's throat and twisted the dial, turning up the
power to a setting that would surely kill. She lowered the heylin
until the muzzle touched Tazil's chest. Then the heylin wavered
and fell, and she looked away. The anger that had fueled her, that
would have let her kill him, was gone, and she could not call it


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back. She lifted the heylin again, but the gesture was half-
hearted, pointless, and she stuffed the heavy gun into the pocket
of her coat. If I had killed him in the fight, she thought,
pulling herself to her feet, that would have been one thing. I
could have done that, and not lost any sleep over it. But to kill
him now, in cold blood.... I won't do it. Sighing, she leaned out
the hatch and shouted for Balthasar.

To her surprise, the Delian did not argue for long about killing
Razil. With only a token protest, he agreed to dump the fat man's
unconscious body into the corridor behind the baffle curtain.

"Then I've got to get us a tug," Balthasar went on, already
dragging Razil's body toward the door. "The first charges have
gone, and it sounds like everything's going according to plan."
Then he was gone, and Silence turned her attention to the
controls. She settled herself in her grandfather's couch and began
to activate the systems. From the sprinkling of green lights
across the board, Chase Mago was doing the same thing in the
engine room; Silence grinned tightly and concentrated on her own
panels.

Very faintly, through the layers of hull and baffling and shed
walls, she heard a wail that might be a fire alarm or the yowling
of an ill-tuned liftoff. She left the Ficinan model half
programmed and reached for the communications board, switching it
to the police frequency. There was trouble at every checkpoint,
either fire or panic; the emergency channel was not much clearer,
two different voices trying to direct fire-fighting homunculi to
the widely scattered fires. But it was the third channel, the
direct line to the control tower, that told her what she wanted. A
dozen voices were snapping at the port authority, demanding
instant clearance to lift off.

"--fire threatening--"

"--cargo is valuable, can't risk it--"

"--leaving right now, like it or not--"



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That was what she had been waiting to hear, and she thumbed on her
own transmitter, moving the needle slightly away from the
frequency line to garble the message. "Port Master, this is Black
Dolphin. I request clearance for an immediate lift-off--"

The machine emitted a burst of static that made her jump back in
her couch and, in the sudden quiet that followed, the port
master's voice said strongly, "Ships will be evacuated according
to their proximity to dangerous fire sites, beginning with docks
7a and c. Those ships have permission to leave immediately. Ships
in docks 3 and 4 should prepare to follow."

For a moment, Silence was afraid the Port Master would quell the
panic, and she hesitated, hand hovering over the transmitter
switch. Then a new voice broke in. "Not likely. I've got a cargo
of flammables, and I'm not waiting for anybody. Either you give me
permission now, or the rest of you look out, because I'm going."

That set the others off. The Port Master tried vainly to shout
over the noise, to calm the other captains, but it did no good.
Silence could hear the rising notes of half a dozen harmonia
behind the frantic voices.

"Silence."

Balthasar's voice sounded in her earphones, and she reached
guiltily to activate the exterior cameras.

"How's it going? Can I hook up?"

The screens showed a triple image of Balthasar sitting on the edge
of a tug's turret, his heylin ready on his lap. A single
homunculus was poised to connect the tug to the cradle. In the
background, Silence could see other tugs moving at reckless
speeds, and other ships preparing for a hurried liftoff.

"Go ahead," she said. "I'll lift when we hit the taxiway."

"Right," Balthasar answered, and Silence turned her attention to
the Ficinan model, only half aware of the homunculus's movements


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in the screen. By the time she had finished with the model, the
cradle was attached to the tug, and Chase Mago had signalled from
the engine room that everything was ready there. She signalled
Balthasar and the cradle lurched forward into the towpath. As
Balthasar awkwardly turned the linked machines toward the half-
open doors, a man ran out from one of the other dock areas, waving
his hands wildly. He caught at the low platform where the tug's
homunculi sat, and Balthasar shifted his grip on the heylin. The
man shouted something, but the selective headset did not pick up
his words. Silence heard only Balthasar's response.

"First come, first served, man. Get your own."

The man said something more, but Balthasar raised his heylin,
taking deliberate aim, and the other fell back, cursing. Silence
looked away from the screen, chilled. The fires were no real
danger, but still. . . . She forced herself to concentrate instead
on the instruments in front of her. The distortion readings were
jumping already, and the interference would be worse once they
left the protection of the docking shed.

Then the cradle lumbered out of the massive doors, and the gauges
went crazy. Numbers flickered, changed wildly; the warning lights
flared red, and the needle of the strain gauge snapped to the top
of the scale, well into the danger zone. Chase Mago swore
violently, his voice tinny in the earphones, and Silence saw
Balthasar drop his heylin and press both hands to his ears.

"Denis!" Silence's hands moved frantically over her boards, trying
to block the worst of the interference, or to set up a
counterfield. Then the noise fell away somewhat, and she saw in
the screens the sliver of a rising keel. "It's no good, we'll have
to. get down the taxiway. I can't lift in this soup...." Balthasar
was shaking himself, straightened slowly to adjust the controls of
the tug. The homunculus lay sprawled, half falling from its
platform, its delicately balanced existence completely disrupted
by the music of the other ship's harmonium. "Denis, do you hear
me? Get farther down the taxiway."

Balthasar lifted a hand in shaky acknowledgement. Silence nodded


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at the image and focused one of the screens on the port itself.
The orderly pattern of pale blue warning lights and darkened
streets, topped by the bright gold windows of the Customs
Building, was broken by the flashing red of the firefighters'
lights, by searchlights and the glow of flames and, nearer still,
the rainbow gleams of lifting keels. She switched a second screen
to the portside camera, trying to keep tabs on the ships around
them, but it was clear she would have to rely on the musonar to
avoid collisions.

"Julie," she said, "how's our tuning? How far out do we have to
be?"

There was a. long pause before Chase Mago answered. "We're still
not in good position. Another hundred yards, maybe, if there's no
more distortion...."

His words were drowned by another roar from outside. Silence saw
Balthasar double up in agony, then slip down into the body of the
tug. Had he fallen, or decided to risk not being able to see?

"Denis?" she said again.

"I'm all right," Balthasar answered, "but we've got to get off
soon."

Silence glanced at the distortion readings, falling with every
meter they travelled down the taxiway. "Just a few more minutes,"
she said. In the screen that showed the port, she saw new lights,
blue-white flashes like lightning: the port authorities had
brought their defense cannon into action, and were firing on the
fleeing ships. "Stop everything," she ordered. "We're going." In
the screen, she saw Balthasar wrestle briefly with the coupling
that connected tug and cradle, then throw up his hands in disgust
and disappear from camera range, heading for the hatch. A few
moments later, the hatch indicator flared red, and its alarm
sounded as Balthasar came aboard. Then the light went out, and
Silence concentrated on the readings in front of her. The
interference was still high, but Chase Mago would have to handle
that. Her concern was the fleet of ships that filled the sky


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around them, twenty or more pinpoints of light on the musonar
screen. Then the harmonium surged, and Chase Mago said, "First
sequence."

"Go ahead," Silence answered, and before the words were out of her
mouth felt the sudden roar of song. The darkened field fell away
in the screens, but the ship was shaking badly, caught in some
other ship's distorting wake. Silence glanced from musonar to the
screens to the distortion gauges, trying to find the interfering
starship. The musonar was too large-scale, she realized with a
surge of fear. The screens were nearly useless in the dark. Only
the strain gauges were of much use in locating another ship. She
banked away from her departure path, feeling new strain build in
the keel until Chase Mago realized what she was doing, and
adjusted the pitch of the harmonium, and sought a new line that
was free of other ships. She found one, then saw the same
flickering interference build on her indicators. She turned the
ship away again, but the other pilot had turned toward her, the
strain needles shooting to the far side of the gauge. Too
frightened to swear, she pushed Dolphin's nose down and saw, in
one screen, the reflected light of the other ship's keel. A moment
later, the ship was shaken by a wave of disharmony that wracked
bones and flesh as well as metal. Silence clung to her controls,
blinded by the sudden pain.

Then that noise faded, and she pulled the ship back into line,
ignoring the new dissonance in the harmonium's song. The strain
gauges stayed steady, however, showing only background
interference, and the musonar seemed to indicate no other ships in
the vicinity. Silence stayed hunched over her keyboard, not daring
to relax until Black Dolphin was free of the clinging planetary
influence.

They passed the boundary at last. Leaning back in her couch,
Silence twisted her hands together, loosening cramped muscles. In
the musonar screen, she could see dozens of other ships rising
from the planet, points of light like seeds thrown off by a
puffball, exploding from the surface. The Ficinan model showed her
course clearly, free of other ships, and she let Black Dolphin
take itself into that sympathetic harmony. The readings were


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green; even the dissonance she had heard on liftoff smoothed from
the harmonium's song, and she let herself relax completely. The
keel would carry the ship to the twelfth of heaven with or without
her.

"Beautiful," Balthasar said quietly.

She turned, and found him standing behind her, supporting himself
against the ladder from the common area. He looked tired, his face
shadowed by a memory of pain, but he was smiling. Silence smiled
back, triumph rising within her.

"Beautiful, darling, a lovely job." Balthasar released his hold on
the ladder, came toward her with arms outstretched. Silence rose
to meet the embrace, and held him tightly against her.

In her headphones, Chase Mago was saying, over and over, "My God,
we made it. We made it."

Silence's smile grew broader, then faded slightly as the
impossibility of it all hit her. I'm still a pilot, she thought,
and a damned good one; I'm to be a magus; and I'm a ship's
master.... It's not real. I'll wake up in my old bunk with Otto
yelling for me to get out and do my job. She took a deep breath,
willing herself to accept the truth. Otto was stranded on Mersaa
Maia--and thinking of that humiliation, she was glad she had not
killed him--the Dolphin was hers, and a magus's power was to be
hers as well.

A light was flashing on the control board, demanding her
attention, but she ignored it for just a moment longer, savoring
her victory.




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