The red trail lead Ara into the spaceport proper, a large, flat building filled with customs offices, air traffic controls, and who-knew-what. The air inside was cool, and the volume of voices rose considerably when they entered. Ara followed the trail to a private restroom that offered showers as well as toilet facilities.
“Well, that’s one intelligent decision he made,” Ara muttered, and thumbed the chime.
“It’s occupied,” said a strange voice, and it took Ara a moment to recognize it as Sejal’s.
“Let us in,” Ara snapped. “Quick!”
The door slid open. Ara, Pitr, and Harenn ducked inside. Kendi and Sejal sat on narrow benches within. The cubicle was tiny, too small for five people, so Ara turned to Pitr.
“Wait outside and play guard,” she said. He set down his bundle of cloth and left.
“Ben told me what’s going on,” Kendi said. “And I don’t want a lecture, Mother. I’d do everything exactly the same way if I had to do it again, so don’t waste your breath shouting.”
“Who the hell are you?” Sejal broke in.
Ara drew herself up, trying to reign in her temper. “I’m Mother Adept Araceil of the Children of Irfan.”
“Okay,” Sejal grunted. “What’s that mean to me?”
“It means,” Harenn said, “that she can take you off this planet.”
“I’m not going anywhere if she-” Sejal pointed a finger at Ara “-gets Kendi in trouble.”
Kendi shot Ara a smug look, and it took all her willpower not to smack him. Later, she told herself. We’ll hash this out later.
“Sejal,” she said in a calm voice, “you and Kendi are both at grave risk. We have to get you off Rust, and quickly, before the Unity gets hold of you. Harenn-your kit.”
“What about my mom?” Sejal said as Harenn opened her medical kit. “I can’t just leave her.”
That stopped Ara dead. She had been concentrating so hard on Sejal, she had completely forgotten about Vidya.
“We can come back for her later,” Ara said. “The Children of Irfan usually offer relatives work at-”
“Just leave her? What are you, nuts?” Sejal said incredulously. “She’s my mother!”
“Hey, it’s all right,” Kendi said, laying a hand on Sejal’s shoulder. “We’ll send another team later.”
“No!” Sejal shook off Kendi’s hand and scrambled to his feet. He was almost a full head taller than Ara, and she was forced to look up at him. “I’m not leaving without-”
“All right,” Ara broke in quickly. “We won’t leave until we talk to her. Ben, how are things at the ship?”
“Who’s Ben?” Sejal demanded.
“Jack’s still stalling,” Ben reported. “Trish is in the Dream helping him by whispering at the guard to keep them calmed down.”
“Good. Can you patch me through to the Unity communication system and connect me with Vidya Dasa?”
“It’ll take a minute,” Ben said doubtfully. “The Unity’s monitoring us pretty closely right now. I have to change channels and masks every few seconds.”
“You’re wonderful, Ben,” Ara told him. “Let me know when you have her on.”
“What are you doing?” Sejal asked.
Ara wedged herself next to him on the hard, narrow bench. “I’m setting up a call with your mother. Meanwhile, I want you to put these robes on and let Harenn work on you.”
“Work on me?” Sejal echoed, looking a little bewildered. Now that Ara had promised to contact Vidya, most of his belligerence had faded. Ara herself had also calmed down a little, and it came to her that she was sitting next to the person she might have to kill. She swallowed, wanting to edge away from him on the bench, put some distance between them, but there was no room.
“I will change your face, Sejal,” Harenn said. “Hair and eyes, perhaps your nose and forehead. Come by the mirror. There will be no pain.”
Sejal glanced at Kendi, who nodded. Everyone remained silent while Harenn worked. She lumped coagulant paste over Sejal’s nose and forehead and worked it like a sculptor. The material was normally used to seal cuts and other wounds, but in sufficient quantities, it could be used for short-term cosmetic alterations. When Harenn took her hands away, the paste faded and matched itself to Sejal’s skin color. His profile had been altered significantly, with a longer nose and thicker forehead. Next, Harenn had Sejal cover his face while she sprayed his hair with a strong disinfectant. She waited one minute, then told him to rinse off in the sink. When he finished, his hair was several shades lighter, almost blond.
“Now you, Kendi,” Ara said.
Kendi wordlessly submitted to Harenn’s ministrations, though he refused to look at Ara. Before Harenn finished, Ben came on over Ara’s earpiece again.
“The Unity guard are demanding entrance,” he said. “They’re going to damage the ship if we don’t get the door open.”
Ara gritted her teeth. “Peggy-Sue, are you monitoring?”
“On line,” the computer said.
“Peggy-Sue, release hatchway magnetic locks. Then initiate file lockdown and scramble, priority one.”
“Working.”
“Mother!” Ben yelped. “What are you doing?”
“Kendi and Sejal aren’t on board, Ben,” Ara explained. “Let the guard look. Tell Jack to spread some chocolate and kesh around if he thinks it’ll help. I just wanted to stall.”
“Acknowledged. Vidya Dasa is on the line. Keep it short, Mother. I’ll have to terminate the connection once the guard reaches the bridge, assuming your file scramble doesn’t do it first.”
Ara ran a lead from her earpiece to a speaker set into the wall for just this purpose. “Ms. Dasa?” Ara said.
“Where’s my son?” Vidya demanded without preamble.
“I’m here, Mom,” Sejal said. “Can you hear me? I’m all right.”
“Release him now,” Vidya snapped. “Harm one hair and you will pay.”
“Ms. Dasa, we’re trying to help,” Ara said as calmly as she could. She could already imagine the black-booted feet of the guard tromping through her ship, turning the rooms upside-down, flinging possessions to the floor. “There isn’t time for long explanations. Your son is in trouble with the Unity. So is my appren-so is Brother Kendi.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Ara saw Kendi’s expression darken. Her verbal slip hadn’t been lost on him.
“We need to get Sejal-and you-to safety,” Ara concluded. “Can you meet us somewhere?”
“Mom, it’s okay,” Sejal interjected. “Kendi helped me out of a tough spot. I trust him.”
Pause.
“Where are you?” Vidya asked.
“I’d rather not say on this channel,” Ara said.
“Then how can we arrange a meeting?”
“Mom,” Sejal put in, “meet us at the monster building. You remember where that is?”
Another pause. “I remember. I’ll be there in fifteen-”
“Guard’s coming,” Ben cut in. “Good luck.”
The com line went dead.
“Monster building?” Kendi asked.
Sejal grinned. “It’s an office not far from here. They built it when I was little. Mom and I were walking past when they sprayed it up, and I thought it looked like a monster coming up out of the ground. We always called it the monster building after that.”
“Then let’s go,” Ara said, disconnecting the lead. “But first put these on.”
She handed Sejal and Kendi each a brown robe. After they put them on, Harenn sprayed some of the cloth with disinfectants to discolor the fabric while Ara tore holes. Then she held up sets of shackles. Each set was made of one large collar and four smaller ones.
“This one’s for the neck,” she told Sejal, indicating the large collar. “The others are for wrists and ankles.”
“I know how they work,” Sejal said. “What are they for?”
“No one looks twice at poor, bedraggled slaves,” Kendi said in a bitter voice. “Come on.”
Sejal swiftly donned the shackles. Kendi put his on more slowly. Ara clipped the master unit-a box the size of a fist-prominently to her belt.
“It isn’t activated,” she said. “But stay close.”
Ara braced herself for a smart remark from Kendi, but he said nothing. The lack was surprisingly jarring. Hiding her consternation, she slid open the door and greeted Pitr. He raised an eyebrow at Kendi and Sejal’s changed appearance but said nothing. They set off through the port, Kendi and Sejal walking humbly to the rear, heads low beneath their ragged hoods. Ara’s heart jumped every time she saw a guard, but they ignored the little group as they processed to the exit.