Silence, followed by an almost soundless sigh.
"I see," he said, his fingers flickering so neatly that she almost missed, Duty accepted.
Relief knifed through her. She bit her lip and fished Cho's card out of her safe pocket, where she'd kept it ever since Melchiza.
"Here."
He slipped it out of her fingers – so quick, so sure! Theo shook her head again, mentally chiding herself for having been so blind.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.
"Tell you what?" he returned absently, turning the card over.
"That you're a pilot. Does Kamele know?"
"Until now, it has not been pertinent to our relationship. Possibly she does, though it's conceivable that I have not been entirely clear. It is," he murmured, leaning over to slot the card into his computer, "so difficult to be certain in these matters."
"But why are you here?"
"To teach." His fingers flickered: Quiet incoming.
Theo bit her lip, watching the side of his face – which told her just about as much as it ever did. She came to her feet and moved to stand behind him so she could see the screen – which did her no good at all; it was filled with flowing lines of written Liaden.
"Do you read Liaden, Theo?"
"No," she said, sadly. "I was going to start learning, but I had to catch up my math, instead."
"A difficult choice, I allow. Well. Scout Captain sig'Radia proposes you to me as a young person of wit and promise, who has demonstrated both flexibility and strength of purpose. She therefore offers, if your mother agrees and she does not offend local custom, to stand as your sponsor."
"My sponsor," Theo repeated blankly. She leaned over his shoulder, glaring at the screen as if she could wring sense from the alien letters by sheer force of will. "My sponsor for what?"
"I note that the good captain does not include 'patience' in her list of your many excellencies," Father said dryly. "To continue. Captain sig'Radia, in her melant'i as Scout Pilot and Trainer, offers to sponsor you to Anlingdin Piloting Academy on Eylot."
Sponsor her! To a piloting academy! I want it! was her first thought. Her second, with a glance at the starfield spinning beneath the study floor to steady herself, was more sobering.
"What does that mean – sponsor?" she asked. "What's the – " A sudden thought of Win Ton, tapping his beaker against hers – "What's the trade?"
"Ah." Father leaned back in his chair and looked up into her face. "Travel is broadening, indeed."
"It's a fair question," she said, frowning at him.
He raised a hand, the old silver ring glinting on his finger. "Do not eat me! It is indeed a fair question, and well-asked." He nodded at the screen. "Captain sig'Radia offers a paid scholarship for the first three semesters – a full Standard year, you will apprehend. If, at the end of that time, you have not placed in the top thirty percent of your class, she will withdraw her support, without prejudice. There will be no debt to repay. If you thereafter wish to continue pilot training at your own expense, you may of course do so."
The top thirty percent? She couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been in the top five percent of her class!
"I'll do it," she said, stomach fluttering.
Father inclined his head. "You will, of course, need to bring your math scores up."
Theo's stomach lurched. How could she have forgotten?
Father reached across his desk and picked up the datapad, tapping in a quick sequence. "Instructor's override," he murmured and held the device out so that they could both contemplate the information displayed.
"These are," he murmured, "perfectly good – even quite good – math scores for someone destined for almost any life-path except that of pilot. Pilots hold ship and passengers in their hands. Their math must be nothing less than sublime." He paused.
"It is not," he continued a long moment later, in a carefully neutral tone, "a trade at which everyone excels – or a trade at which everyone can excel. It is... exciting. Exhilarating. Dangerous – in many ways – and it often weighs heavy, for lives are not light."
Theo looked at him doubtfully. "You sound like you – don't want me to try."
He raised an eyebrow. "Child, this choice rests with you."
She bit her lip. "Did you... work... as a pilot, Father?"
He might have sighed, very gently. "Yes."
"Was it – do you wish you hadn't?"
"Never in my blackest hour." He laughed softly. "What a poor advisor I am, to be sure!"
"No," she said seriously. "A bad advisor lies just to keep somebody safe." She took a breath, but, really, her mind had been made up the moment she had heard Captain Cho's offer.
"I want to go." she said firmly.
"Go where?" Kamele asked from the doorway.
* * * *
"How long, then," Kamele said, "to bring up those math scores?"
Father moved his shoulders. "I can tutor her, if you like it. Or I might assist in choosing an appropriate self-study course..."
"Would you teach me?" Theo asked diffidently. It was late, and her head was heavy. As far as she was concerned, the decision was made, all that was left were details. Kamele, though, seemed to want every corner nailed down tonight.
They'd long since repaired to the common room, breaking once to rustle sandwiches, and again to brew a new pot of tea.
"I will," Father said, lifting an ironic eyebrow. "If you will endeavor to recall that you desired me to do so."
"I will," she promised him, and smiled when Coyster, asleep on her lap, rolled over on his head and yawned hugely. "Really."
"How long?" Kamele repeated her question.
Father moved his shoulders. "If she is an apt pupil, she may be ready to enter the lower class at Anlingdin by the end of Delgado's current semester."
Kamele nodded, eyes thoughtful, and sipped tea.
"Is Eylot a Liaden world?" she asked then, and Theo blinked. She hadn't even thought to ask that!
"Eylot is what is politely termed 'an outworld' by proper Liadens," Father said. "Roughly, there is parity between the Liaden and Terran populations."
"So I should learn Liaden, too," Theo broke in, "before I go."
"You may wish to make a beginning, yes," Father said. "It's never amiss to carry an extra language or six in one's pocket."
"Conservatively, then, Theo will remain on Delgado for at least six – local – months," Kamele said.
"I believe that a fair estimate, yes," Father murmured.
"Well, then." She rose. "If you will both excuse me for a moment..." She left the room at a brisk walk.
Theo yawned, belatedly raising a hand to cover her mouth. "Is there any more tea?" she asked.
"A bit," Father answered. "We have drunk epic amounts, but I believe to good effect."
Theo giggled sleepily. "Would you pour me some more tea, please, Father?"
"Certainly, Theo." He did so and handed her the cup.
Theo sipped. It was the bottom of the pot, tepid, and absolutely delicious. She closed her eyes to savor the astringent flavor – and opened them as Kamele's step sounded in the hall.
Her mother re-seated herself on the sofa next to Father, and put the slim packet tied with pink ribbon on her lap.
"Theo," she said, leaning slightly forward. "Today is your fifteenth birthday."
"Today?" Theo sat up straighter, and looked over her shoulder at the clock. "You mean tomor – " But it was, so the clock told her, past midnight. She looked back to Kamele.
"Today," she agreed.
Her mother nodded. "You are now eligible to celebrate your Gigneri and to be entrusted with the tale of your grandmothers," she said slowly. "If you will allow me to advise you, I would suggest that you choose to have a small, private ritual in the old style at the earliest possible moment." She tapped the packet on her lap. "This morning, in fact."