Chapter 4
The BB-1066 returned them to Shankill Moon Base and deposited them with many expressions of pleasure at their company and hopes to see them again.Wryly Killashandra heard the undertone of polite impatience in his courtesies and nudged Lars to hurry the disembarkation process.Brendan wanted to return, full speed, to Regulus Base, where he would be rejoined by Boira.
They had the pencil files of their report for Lanzecki in their carisaks, which bulged with souvenirs from their months on Sherpa.
Periodically Killashandra cleared out her storage space of items that she could not remember acquiring.Now she couldn't recall if she had corners into which to stuff the new additions.She hated discarding her belongings until they brought back no memories of where they had been used.When she did get rid of things, she preferred to do it when Lars wasn't around.His memory was much better than hers, and he could remember where and when clothes or equipment had been purchased.And why.
They caught the first shuttle down to Ballybran.It was half-full of singers.To the three she recognized she gave a brief nod; Lars smiled at most, though he did not get a response from all.
"Sometimes they act as if they're going to their own executions," he said.
Evidently he said that often enough that her reply was automatic:"Sometimes they are."
That was true enough to be sobering.There was no chatter, no merriment, no laughter at all, and very few grins when singers returned to the planet from which they earned enough to indulge in whatever fancies rocked their jollies.The ambience today was enough to depress anyone-except Lars, who was smiling tenderly at the screen's magnificent view of the broad oceans on the day side.He must be the only singer who enjoyed another aspect of the Guild homeworld, Killa reflected.He was smiling because he could look forward to sailing again.
"You kept your word," she murmured to him."You choose the next one."
He grinned absently at her."Hope Pat put her back in the water after Passover."
"We won't have time now for a cruise."
His hand covered hers on the armrest, and his smile was tender and deeply affectionate."I like the 'we', Sunny!"His fingers squeezed, and she, too, was suffused with loving warmth for him.They did make a very good team!Then he exhaled."Lanzecki'll probably have us both out in the Ranges before the morning."
The shuttle was crossing into the night zone as it spiraled down to Ballybran's surface.
"More than likely."Killashandra felt no resistance to the prospect.The need to sing crystal had become more insistent during the last leg of their return voyage.
When she had last checked their credit balance, it was sizeable enough to reassure her against any eventuality-not finding one of their old lodes of good crystal, a sudden storm flushing them out of the Ranges, even more damage to the sled, though that she intended to avoid.The last accident had caused her extreme aggravation.So asinine to have been caught in an avalanche!Lars had maintained that no blame could be attached to them; she railed that they ought to have checked the stability of the projection that had decided to drop on their sled.
She even remembered the piercing, almost pitying, look he had given her."Look, Killa, you can't be everything in the Ranges.You've got weather sense that has saved our hides more times than I care to count; you're a superb cutter, and you've never cracked a crystal pitching it.Neither of us is geologist enough to have known that projection was unstable.Leave it!"
She remembered his reassurance now.More vivid and embarrassing was her remembered ignominy at having to be hoisted out of the Ranges.She would be grateful when that memory was expunged from her mind by her return to the Ranges.Soon enough only Lars would have access to that embarrassment.Time after time, she had heard him making reports to his private file.He wasn't likely to tease her about the avalanche-she'd give him that-but she almost wished he wouldn't commit every damn detail to electronic memory.
The shuttle landed them, and everyone filed out glumly.Only Lars seemed in good spirits.Then the port duty officer signaled to Lars and Killashandra.
"Lanzecki said you're to report to him immediately, forthwith and now!"
"When have I heard that before?"Lars replied with a grin, clipping Killashandra under the elbow as he guided her toward the lift that would take them to the executive level.
As they entered the administration office, Bollam gave them a brief nod of acknowledgement.
"I really don't like that man," Killa murmured to Lars as she placed her hand on the door plate."He's a dork!A real dork!I wouldn't trust him in the Ranges, and I don't have Lanzecki's problem."
Lars jiggled her elbow to move on as the door slid open.It was as if the Guild Master hadn't moved from the position in which they had last seen him.Except, Killa noticed as he raised his head at their approach, he looked more tired and less… less substantial.She shook the notion out of her head.
"Good work," he said, nodding at them.
"Good work?"Killa was astonished."But the Junk isn't something the Guild can use."
Lanzecki shrugged."One less complication.And this Junk of yours couldn't digest Ballybran crystal?"That was more a proud statement than a question, and a slight smile pulled at the corner of Lanzecki's thin mouth.
He was aging, Killa thought, noticing thin vertical lines on his upper lip, the deeper marks from nose to mouth, and the discoloration under his eyes.
"You're working too hard," she said.Lanzecki raised his eyebrows inquiringly."That dork at the door's no help.You need someone more like Trag.He was efficient-"
She stopped, seeing Lanzecki's expression alter to a courteous mask that rebuked her for her impudence.
"Look, anything we can do to help?"Lars asked.He glanced at Killashandra, not for permission but for her to reinforce his offer of assistance.
Lars never had learned the lesson Moksoon had taught her-that one asked, and expected, no help from anyone in the Ranges.Only… the Cube was not the Ranges.
"Neither of us have to get out a while yet," she replied, though it wouldn't be long before an undeniable urgency began to pulse through her veins.Helpfulness and cooperation were not singer characteristics, but even she could remember being obliged to-and alternately infuriated by-Lanzecki's demands on her, and on herself and Lars.
However, she was currently grateful for the benefits of the intriguing Junk assignment, and thus in a mood to be generous.
"I appreciate that very much indeed."
"Isn't there anyone else more suitable than Bollam?" she demanded.
Lanzecki shrugged."He has his uses.Now…" He turned immediately to red-sheeted Priority notices."These can no longer be ignored, Lars.And Killa, Enthor's gone and his replacement needs to be overseen.You've a finely tuned sense for crystal's potential.Can you see your way clear to assisting in the Sorting Shed until the woman's less tentative?She's got to be more confident that her judgment's right.I can't be hauled in to mediate her evaluations with disgruntled singers."
Killa made a face."So I'm Trag's stand-in?"
Lanzecki gave her a level look."In that aspect of our craft, you were always his superior."
"Well, well," she said, and would have teased him had she not seen the flicker in his eyes that suggested she restrain her flippancy."Any singers due in?"
"The Tower says that five are on their way back.Storm gathering over the southeast tip of the Ranges.Met says it's just a squall."
Killa snorted in disgust.Even "just a squall" on Ballybran could be mortally dangerous to any singers caught in it.The high winds that gusted over the canyons stroked mind-blowing resonances out of the crystalline Ranges.