Tamo'l was appreciative. "I understand that this is a great treasure, so I will accept it and put the funds to good use." She looked at him with her large eyes. "But Ildirans don't value wealth the way humans do. If your employer makes a breakthrough that could help my misfits here, I hope she will share."

"I will tell her that."

He knew the very thought was absurd.

CHAPTER.

75.

ORLI COVITZ.

Before Orli reported to Kett Shipping for her new job, she did her homework. DD helped her track down the records and specs of the Proud Mary-the ship she would be flying.

Orli had worked so long at the compy facility on Relleker that she'd forgotten a great deal about piloting a ship. Before marrying Matthew and settling down, she had traveled far and wide, often flying with Captain Kett aboard the Voracious Curiosity or Captain Roberts on his Blind Faith. She was certainly competent, and she could learn-or relearn.

Even so, when she delivered the formal paperwork to Tasia Tamblyn and Robb Brindle at the Kett Shipping headquarters, Orli wanted to make a good impression.

After Orli entered the offices on Earth, Tasia shook her hand. "You're very welcome here, Captain Covitz."

Orli was at a loss. "Captain? I'm just submitting my application. I haven't been-"

Robb scanned her application. "Of course, you're accepted. You can fly a ship right? Looks like you have plenty of experience." He tapped the screen.

Tasia said, "Rlinda recommended you, and it's her company. I understand you're already slated for the Proud Mary?"

DD piped up, "Captain Kett suggested the Proud Mary might be an appropriate ship for us."

"She's refueled, ready for a shakedown cruise," Robb said. "Will you need a copilot? I can assign one of our shipping experts to show you the ropes, if you like."

Orli couldn't control her smile. "I have DD."

The compy added, "Captain Kett said there were enhanced piloting and engineering modules for me to upload if it became necessary."

Tasia called up ship records, toggling past image after image. Each vessel had a different hull configuration, some with additional engines or expanded stowage pods. "Kett Shipping currently has forty-seven ships. Rlinda owns fourteen of them outright-including the Proud Mary. Robb and I own four, and the others are privately owned by their individual captains, who have contract arrangements with us."

"If those captains own their ships, what do they get out of being part of Kett Shipping?" Orli imagined that if she owned her vessel, she'd want to be independent, fly from place to place, pick up whatever cargo she liked.

"Insurance," Robb said. "Steady work, a safety net, repairs and rescue, and prices negotiated through the clout of Kett Shipping."

Tasia grinned. "And the pleasure of working with us. That's our biggest selling point."

"We are very pleased to work with you," DD said.

"Good. Let's go take a look at your ship."

When one of their pilots complained that he'd been cheated on an agreed-upon fee for a shipment, Tasia hurried off to deal with the minor emergency, while Robb took Orli to the company hangar. DD strutted along beside them.

The Proud Mary was a small cargo ship with a comfortable cockpit, a compact stateroom just big enough for Orli, and a well-organized cargo hold. She wouldn't be hauling any huge loads, but the ship could make niche runs to specialized markets and planets that saw little regular trade.

She ran her gaze along the hull. "I like it."

Robb nodded. "Proud Mary's a good ship. Mary Coven flew her for us seventeen years, and before that she did black-market runs in the last four years of the Elemental War."

An odd sour smell clung to the upholstery. Robb sniffed. "Mary Coven had her quirks. She liked to smoke a tobacco pipe, spent a fortune replacing air filters, but she claimed it was worth the expense."

The captain's chair was frayed at the corners, the armrests patched with polymer strips and adhesives. Some of the paint on the control panel was worn, and spots of alloy films had been rubbed away; labels on several controls had been marked over with fresh tape and handwritten identifications.

"Looks like she did a little custom rewiring," Orli said.

"Those are fixes, but the ship checks out, fully functional. If you want, I can reupholster the seats, give the interior a repaint and a freshening up, but I don't think Rlinda will pay for an upgrade of the control modules."

Orli stared at the cockpit, imagining the other captain who had spent so much time inside the ship, an independent and adventurous woman who was free to go where she wished and not afraid to do it. So different from her own situation with Matthew and the Relleker facility.

"That won't be necessary. New control modules have their bugs too, and this ship's got history. She's proved herself."

Robb grinned. "If I hadn't approved you before, Captain Covitz, you just passed the test. That comment shows you know enough about piloting. You and the Proud Mary will get along just fine."

"I am very excited, Orli Covitz," DD said in a completely deadpan voice.

She sat in the pilot seat, touched the controls, settled into the cushion. It felt right. She wanted to do this.

Robb said, "We've got a small shipment ready to go to the military base on Mars. Nothing fancy. It'll be a quick trip, take you no more than two days, but it would be a good shakedown, if you want to practice."

"I'd like that very much. DD, how do you feel about being my copilot?"

"I look forward to my new role, Orli."

She ran her hands along the arms of the pilot's chair and flicked on the power systems, verifying that the fuel supplies were full, the energy levels optimal. "All I need is a course to set and a cargo to deliver."

The flight was smooth, quiet yet exhilarating, and it let her forget. Orli felt as if she had shed her skin and become a brand-new person, no longer just a shadow of herself in the aftermath of Matthew's change of heart. Orli wasn't defined by him anymore; she was a ship captain now, and DD was at her side.

The simple delivery from Earth to Mars was one of the most satisfying things she had done in a long time.

After landing back at headquarters to make a report and look for her next assignment, she was pleased to see Rlinda waiting as she and DD disembarked. The matronly woman crossed her arms over her chest. "Everything went well?"

"Without a hitch."

"Good, that makes you my very best captain-thought you'd like to know that."

"Very best? How is that possible? I only did one little run."

"Statistically, you are one hundred percent reliable and not a nanosecond overdue. Of my forty-seven ships, not a single other pilot can say that."

Orli felt warm inside. Yes, she was going to like this job very much.

"I've got your next assignment," Rlinda said. "Nothing urgent, but it'll give you practice ... and frankly, it would make me feel a whole lot better."

That piqued Orli's curiosity. "Where am I going?"

"Olaf Reeves and his clan headed off for points unknown to set up some new colony. They think they can be self-sufficient, and I've heard that some pigs think they can fly, too. I doubt the old curmudgeon believed it himself, because he left me the coordinates and arranged a line of credit, in case he needs emergency supplies."

"Did he ask for help?" Orli asked. "How long has he been gone?"

"Not long. And he'd never ask-he's too proud. But I could have you just drop in, make sure they're all right, and take a cargo of emergency supplies with you, as well as some pampering items. They won't chase you away, I promise."

CHAPTER.

76.

ANTON COLICOS.

The Mage-Imperator's order was everything a scholar could possibly hope for. Jora'h wanted all possible knowledge about the Shana Rei, real answers about the previous crisis, no matter how deep the rememberers had to dig or which document crypts they opened.

Anton wished he could work without interruption-there were so many recovered documents to read and translate, so many lost records that no Ildiran eyes had seen in centuries. Five sealed vaults had been smashed open on the Mage-Imperator's orders.

Scouring the document crypts from that time period, rememberers had indeed found old accounts of the Shana Rei, correspondence from the legendary Tal Bria'nh, even rudimentary designs for the sun bombs. The ancient plans had not been destroyed, merely buried by the weight of countless centuries of records. After the Shana Rei had been defeated, the sun bombs were considered obsolete, unnecessary, and resigned to obscurity.

Nevertheless, Anton had rushed the designs to Adar Zan'nh, who turned them over to his military engineers for study. The Solar Navy would begin building and testing prototypes right away.

For an eager historian, however, there was so much more to learn.

He and Dyvo'sh continued to unearth and catalogue the densely etched crystal sheets. The young assistant worked at his side, and excitement sent a flush of color into the lobes of the young assistant's face each time he found some obscure mention of the Shana Rei.

Among the apocryphal documents, Anton found a bizarre and disturbing sketch of a shapeless black blot, like an ink stain that featured a central staring eye. Surrealistic certainly, meant to evoke a primal fear, but even the stylized representation gave him a chill.

The translation summaries would keep the Hall of Rememberers busy for years to come. Scholarly careers would be built around some of these apocryphal records, academic squabbles would flare up-but Anton brushed those thoughts aside. He had left that petty professorial life behind, and he didn't care about the politics of academia.

But he couldn't read everything himself, and so he had to set priorities for himself and for the rememberer kith. It was difficult to choose! He read until his neck ached and his shoulders were stiff and his eyes felt as if they might fall out of their sockets. He couldn't stay awake all the time.

"I need coffee," he told his assistant Dyvo'sh. "It's been a long time since I've had a good strong cup."

"What is coffee?" asked the young rememberer.

It was just an offhand comment. "A human beverage-it's delicious and stimulating."

"I understand," Dyvo'sh said. "Like kirae."

Anton remembered the one and only time he had tasted the Ildiran beverage. "No, not like kirae. Not at all." Then he brightened, realizing that he could possibly find a cup after all. "We'll have to go to the human enclave."

He had always intended to visit the human district to see the shops and art galleries, eat the food, and sit at one of the cafes ... the things that he had never appreciated in his years on Earth. On Ildira, Anton constantly immersed himself in his work, so a trip to the human district had never reached the top of his priority list. Now, however, he felt a sudden longing. He picked up a stack of restored documents to take with him. "Come along, I'll buy you a cup of coffee."

He left instructions with Ildiran scholars who continued to comb through the recovered documents. The rememberers would sort out any records that mentioned the creatures of darkness, and Anton would review them himself.

Before he and Dyvo'sh left the Hall of Rememberers, Anton reminded the studious Ildirans who hunched over well-lit tables, scanning one document after another, "I want any legends, stories, anecdotes. We found the sun bomb plans-there must be more ideas waiting to be uncovered. As for the rest of the documents..." He let out a long sigh. "We'll just have to read those at some later date. We've got enough to keep us busy for a long, long time."

Anton had no idea how Yazra'h knew he was about to head across the city, but she was waiting for him when he and Dyvo'sh exited the Hall of Rememberers. She stood in all her intimidating beauty, wearing fine-scale armor with a crystal dagger at her hip. "I will escort you, Rememberer Anton, in case the streets are dangerous."

He chuckled. "It's Mijistra. How could it be dangerous?"

She tossed her long hair. "Nevertheless, I will escort you. What is your destination?"

"The human district. Join us for a cup of coffee." Since she seemed stuck on the idea, Anton didn't argue, but let her lead the way. "We're searching for any tidbit, but since the Saga of Seven Suns is over a billion lines long and the lost documents are at least ten times that-finding a relevant passage is an extraordinary task."

Yazra'h did not seem to envy his work. "That is a battle you must win for yourself, Rememberer Anton. Have you learned how I can fight the Shana Rei?"

"I'm looking for how the Solar Navy and the Confederation Defense Forces can fight them. Adar Zan'nh and the CDF are about to engage in more war-game exercises, but I doubt their traditional maneuvers will be useful against the creatures of darkness. First I have to separate the legends from the genuine historical events. By all accounts, the Shana Rei are fearsome opponents."

She gave a gruff nod. "Then I look forward to fighting them."

When they reached the section of the city settled by human expatriates, Anton smiled at the familiar architecture, the open shops, and the business banners, and the outdoor tables. It reminded him of the university district on Earth where he had spent so many years.

He heard music from some kind of old-fashioned instrument, pleasant tones played by someone who knew what he was doing. A middle-aged couple displayed ornamental clay pots they had glazed themselves. Another craft shop offered yarn soul-catchers strung with sparkling crystals. The milieu itself was enough to reenergize Anton after his long hours in the Hall of Rememberers. Then he smelled the coffee-a rich, roasted essence that was unlike any traditional Ildiran beverage. It was so strong that even the aroma seemed to contain caffeine.

He claimed an outdoor table and yanked out chairs for his two companions. A fascinated Dyvo'sh continued looking around, particularly interested in the soul-catchers. He tapped one with a finger, and the inset crystal caught the light as it rotated.

When the cafe owner came out, Anton greeted her with a grin. "Large coffee for me, please, with a dollop of cream. My friends will each have one, too."

Dyvo'sh took a seat next to him, copying Anton's every move, like an apprentice. Yazra'h remained standing until Anton insisted that she take a seat.