"But you did," said Sassinak.
"Did what?"
"Did do something. Kipling's corns, Dupaynil, you got the warning to us. You had evidence the Thek used."
"They could have got it straight from those slime-buckets minds."
"Well, if the Thek hadn't been there, we'd have needed it. After all, they asked for you at the trial. They needed your evidence, too. I don't know what more you could want. You escaped one death-trap after another, you got vital information, you saved the world. Did you really think anyone could do that without getting dirty?" She thought of herself in the tunnels, even before Fleur's disguise.
"I wanted to impress you," he said softly, looking at his linked hands.
"Well, you did." Sassinak cocked her head at him. "Impress me? Was that all?"
"No." She would never have suspected that Dupaynil could blush, but what else were those red patched on his cheeks. "When I was on Claw, when I realized what you'd done, and I was so mad… I also realized I wanted…"
It was clear enough, though he couldn't say it.
"I'm sorry." That was genuine. He had earned it. She couldn't offer more. Her joyful reunion with Ford had revealed too much to both of them.
"Sorry!" Lunzie fairly exploded, her eyes sparkling. "You nearly get the man killed, he has to take over a whole ship, and then he saves us all from a Seti invasion, and you're just sorry!" She looked at Dupaynil. "She may be my descendant, but that doesn't mean we agree. I think she ought to give you a medal."
"Lunzie!"
"You wouldn't think so if you'd seen me getting off that shuttle." Dupaynil said. "Ask Arly."
"I don't have to ask Arly. I can see for myself." That came out in a sensuous purr. Under Lunzie's bright gaze, Dupaynil's grin began to revive.
Sassinak regarded her great-great-great with affectionate disdain. "Lunzie, I know where I inherited some of my propensities." If Lunzie stayed interested, she gave Dupaynil only a few more hours of freedom.
"Meow!" Lunzie stuck out her tongue, then leaned closer to Dupaynil.
Whatever else she might have said was interrupted by the arrival of the others: Fleur, who had worn one of her own creations in lavender and silver, Aygar and Timran in the midst of the students. Erdra, Sassinak noticed, wore the same kind of colorful shirt and leggings as the others. Perhaps she had grown out of her wishful thinking already.
"Have you?" Fleur asked, drifting close a little later, as the conversation rose and fell around them.
^What?"
"Grown out of your past?"
Sassinak snorted. "I grew out of Carin Coldae a long way back."
"You know that's not what I mean."
Sassinak thought of Randy Paraden's face, the instant before the Weft killed him, and of the faces of the other conspirators in the Thek cathedral. She had looked long in her mirror when she came back aboard, hoping not to find any of the marks of that kind of character.
"Yes," she said slowly. "I think I have. I can't change what they did to me, but I can change what I do about it. It's time to be more than a pirate-chaser. But not less."