The remains of another buffet were on the sideboard where the evening meal had been laid out, with a short stack of used plates on a tray near the door. Over at the window, sitting across from each other at the long dining table, were Rhonda and Suzenne. A sampling of Rhonda’s beadwork was spread out on the table between them.
“About time,” Rhonda commented as I stepped into the room. “The rest of us have been up for a couple of hours now.”
“I had more sleep to catch up on than the rest of you,” I reminded her as I snagged a clean plate and started stacking it with food. “I was the one who spent most of the past two nights sitting up with sick paperwork, remember?”
“Sick paperwork?” Suzenne asked, frowning.
“We had some strange problems at the Angorki spaceport,” Rhonda explained. “Lost or fouled-up permits and such. It took a couple of days to get it all straightened out.”
“Just as well it did, I suppose,” I commented, picking up a set of flat-ware and taking my breakfast over to the table. “If we hadn’t been delayed, Scholar Kulasawa would have had to find some other transport.” I gestured out the window. “And then we’d have missed seeing all this.”
“Yes,” Suzenne murmured, dropping her eyes to the beadwork.
I nodded toward the beads. “Working on a new customer, I see.”
“I beg your pardon,” Rhonda said, mock-annoyed. “I am not working a new customer; I’m participating in a cultural exchange.”
“We don’t have these here,” Suzenne said, fingering one of the earrings. “I’ve never even seen anything like it, even in our archives.”
“I’m sure it’s there,” Rhonda said. “It’s a pretty ancient art form, but its popularity does rise and fall.”
“Whatever its heritage, it’s beautiful,” Suzenne said. “I’m sure you’ll be able to sell a lot of these pieces here if you want to. You could probably teach classes, too.”
“I doubt we’ll be here long enough for that,” I warned. “Where’s everybody else, by the way?”
“They’re all outside looking around,” Rhonda said. “Jimmy went to find where the music was coming from—”
“Music?” I echoed, frowning.
She nodded. “You can’t hear it very well in here, but it’s quite audible if you step outside. Beautiful, but very alien.”
“We write most of our own music here,” Suzenne said. “We play it as a service to—” Her lips compressed briefly. “Well, we can talk about that later.”
“Bilko’s out, too,” Rhonda continued. “He said he was going to hunt down a card game.”
I made a face. “Well, good luck to him,” I said. “I’ll bet the Sergei Rock to his lucky deck he won’t find a game that’ll take Expansion neumarks.”
“No, we’re still using the First Citizens’ supply of Jovian dollars,” Suzenne said. “But he took one of the credit slips with him, and he’ll be able to exchange that for the coins.”
I felt my jaw drop a few millimeters. “One of the credit slips for our cargo?” I demanded, looking at Rhonda. “And you let him?”
She returned my glare evenly. “It was his share of the money,” she pointed out. “Besides, he usually makes a profit on these games of his.”
“Usually antagonizing the local populace in the process,” I pointed out darkly. “And this is one place you do not want to get run out of town.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Suzenne soothed me. “And just for the record, we don’t run troublemakers out of town. We have a proper prison, though it’s fortunately not used very much.”
“I see,” I said, peering past her out the window. The room faced east, toward the end we’d come in from; and blamed if it didn’t look like real mountains over there. “You know, this chamber looks pretty big, but if I remember the numbers you gave us there’s still a lot of the asteroid unaccounted for. What do you do with the rest of it?”
“All around the main chamber, beneath our feet, is the bulk of our recycling equipment,” Suzenne said. “Of course, that takes up only a fraction of the kilometer or so of stone between us and the outside, so there’s still plenty of structural strength and radiation protection. At the aft end of the asteroid are the fusion generators and ion-capture engines, along with the hydro-gen-scooping equipment to fuel them. The designers also left a fair amount of space completely untouched for our future needs. We’ve dug into some of that to get materials for new buildings and to replace the inevitable losses in the recycling system.”
She smiled. “And since we had to dig anyway, we went ahead and fashioned the resulting holes into a series of caves. It provides a little recreation for our resident spelunkers.”
“You think of everything, don’t you?” I said, shaking my head in admiration. “I wish the leaders of the Expansion were this competent.”
Suzenne shrugged. “We’re flattered, of course, but you have to realize it’s not a fair comparison. With a population still under half a million people, we’re more like a small city than we are a nation, let alone an entire world. Government on this scale is nearly always more efficient.”
“You haven’t asked about Kulasawa,” Rhonda spoke up.
I hadn’t asked about Kulasawa because I frankly didn’t care where she was. But there was something in Rhonda’s expression… “OK, I’ll bite,” I said. “What about Kulasawa?”
Rhonda gestured to Suzenne. “Why don’t you tell him?” she invited.
“It’s not all that mysterious,” Suzenne shrugged. “She was up early asking permission to set up her recorders around the colony, that’s all.”
I frowned. “Recorders?”
“Those large flat panels,” Suzenne amplified. “They were stacked together inside two of the crates we brought over from your transport.”
The equipment Kulasawa had told me was a set of sonic deep-probes. “Ah,” I said. “And what did you tell her?”
“Actually, we thought it was a good idea,” Suzenne said. “We have a lot of unified records from the first few years of the voyage, but nothing very organized after that. She agreed to give us copies we could edit into a true-time documentary, and so we let her go.”
“They also lent her a driver and a couple of helpers,” Rhonda put in. “She’s been gone—how long?”
“Not quite three hours,” Suzenne said, consulting her watch. “I’m hoping she’ll be done before your meeting with King Peter.”
“And when is that exactly?” I asked, suddenly aware of my grubby and unshowered state.
“I’ve set it up for two hours from now,” Suzenne said. “Will that give you enough time to prepare?”
“Oh, sure,” I said, digging an oddly shaped fork into a sculpted piece of melon. “I wonder if you could get my carrybag in from the Sergei Rock, though—this uniform is getting a little rank.”
“Our luggage has already been delivered,” Rhonda told me. That odd look, I noted uneasily, was still on her face. “They’re in the closet over there.”
“And I’d better get out of your way,” Suzenne added, pushing her chair back and standing up. “If there’s anything else you need, there’s a phone on the table over there. Just punch the call button and give my name—Suzenne Enderly—and they’ll connect us.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“I’ll be back in a little under two hours to escort you to the Palace,” she said, walking toward the door. “Until then, if you get ready early, feel free to look around the city. Just be sure to take the phone with you.”
She left, closing the door behind her. “An audience with a real king,” I commented, stuffing a bite of chicken in my mouth. “Something I’ve wanted to do since I was a kid. Too bad his name couldn’t have been Arthur.”