Part 32 (1/2)

”How?”

”I'll walk out the gate, around noon,” Dana said. ”It's been done before.

With reflective clothing -- ” which I can steal, he thought -- ”I can live a few hours in the heat. You'd have to pick me up quickly; timing's crucial.”

Lamonica scowled. ”And if the Abanat police come after me?”

”I don't see how they can. But it would help if, sometime between now and then, _Lamia_ was hidden near the Yago estate.”

”I won't hazard _Lamia_,” she rapped out.

”I won't ask you to,” Dana said evenly. ”If they overtake us, you can put me out and take off.” She nodded, obviously relieved. He forced his imagination not to dwell on that, on what would happen to him then.... Binkie was right, he knew. Rhani had as good as told him that if he attempted escape, she would not be able to protect him.

Sweat rolled from his hair and down his neck. He gulped his drink.

Lamonica said, ”How would I know when to come for you?”

”I'll tell you.”

”How?”

”Over the com-line. I'll use the bar as a drop point. I'll leave a message addressed to Russell O'Neill in navigator's coding. The message will contain a Chabadese date. Disregard the month; look at the day, and add five to it. If it says twenty-two, it means twenty-seven; if it says forty-three, it means day three, next month.”

She tilted her head to one side, her bland face thoughtful. ”It sounds good. Can you get to a com-line?”

”I can.”

She rubbed her nose. ”I have to be offplanet in ten weeks.”

Dana smiled. ”I don't intend to wait that long.”

”What if -- ” She hesitated. ”What if you're caught?”

”That's your risk,” he said simply. His stomach hurt.

”You couldn't not tell them.”

He shook his head. ”Will you do it?” he said. He would not beg. He leaned back in the chair, trying to still his shaking hands.

She laid her right hand, palm down, on the scarred table. ”I'll do it,”

she said, and her eyebrows jumped. ”h.e.l.l, I jacked your cargo.”

For a moment he did not believe her, and then relief shuddered through him. He breathed a great gulp of air. He let his left hand rest atop hers.

”Thanks.”

She rose. ”It's been good talking to you,” she said. She strolled unceremoniously off. He watched her stop at the gaming table, speak to Juno, lay a hand on Cowan's shoulder, and angle toward the bar. When he glanced at her again, she was leaning on the bar, centimeters away from Rose. All right, Starcaptain, you can leave now, he thought, but he could not leave, not yet. All his muscles seemed to have turned to water.

Finally he could stand. The man at the next table watched him with saddened eyes as he went toward the door. Amber grinned tightly at him as he pa.s.sed the bar. He opened the door; the bar lights flickered, and cold air eddied through it. ”Close that!” someone yelled. He stepped outside, filling his lungs, and shoved his hands in his pockets. The noise from the bar seemed louder now that he was not in it.

The air s.h.i.+vered. His skin contracted. He looked up as a deep roar began to hurt his ears. Over the tops of the old, grimy houses, a shuttles.h.i.+p was rising from the Landingport's field. He leaned against the wall and watched it go, wondering where it was going -- the moon? The Net? Not the Net, the Net was empty. His eyes p.r.i.c.ked with tears. The city lights made it hard to see the stars, but they were there, he knew, and beyond them was the Hype. Soon, he promised himself, soon -- the wind slapped coldly at him, and he s.h.i.+vered, chilled -- soon you will be gone from here, offplanet, you need never come back again.... He closed his eyelids, seeing in the patterns behind his eyes the slow curling red dust of the Hype.

As he came around the corner of the street leading to the Yago house, someone called his name. ”Dana, wait!” He turned. It was Binkie. He looked very pale. ”Get out of the light!” he whispered, and his hand closed on Dana's arm.

Dana let the secretary/slave steer him into shadow. ”What is it?” he said.

Binkie's voice was grim. ”Brother, you'd better not go near the house.”

Dana's stomach began to hurt again. ”Just tell me,” he said.

”Zed,” said Binkie succinctly. ”He and Rhani had a fight. I heard your name. Rhani sent me out to wait for you, to tell you to stay the h.e.l.l away.”

”The curfew -- ” Dana said.

”f.u.c.k the curfew,” Binkie said roughly. ”You idiot, Zed _knows_.”

Sweet mother -- Dana looked at the house. The lights were lit in Rhani's bedroom. Against the curtain, Dana thought he saw a familiar shape. ”How did he -- who told him?” he said.

”I haven't the faintest idea,” Binkie said. ”Pull yourself together, man.

Take this.” He thrust something soft at Dana, who took it automatically. It was a cloak. ”You'll need it.”

Yes, Dana thought, and with clumsy hands he wrapped it around his shoulders. ”How long should I stay away?” he asked.

”_I_ don't know,” said Binkie. ”Six hours? I've got to get back inside.

Keep moving. Good luck.” He hurried away. Dana watched him go up the steps.

Corrios opened the door, his big frame plain against the light. Keep moving, Binkie had said. Dana started to walk silently east. If he kept moving, he could probably evade the police patrols.

An hour before curfew, Dana had not yet returned. Alone in her bedroom, feeling like a kerit in a cage, Rhani paced back and forth, back and forth.

She was worried about him. And, she admitted to herself, she was feeling guilty, because she had sent Dana to the Hyper district to find Loras U-Ellen without consulting Zed. Outside her windows, the city gleamed like a jewel, all the street lights blazing on the wide white streets. She strode to the window and, leaning close to the gla.s.s, looked out. People strolled past the house, arm in arm, laughing, talking.... None of them was Dana. She scowled at the street and resumed walking. How many years would it take her to tramp a ring into the glossy wooden floor?

”Rhani-ka, would you like some dinner?” That was Amri, standing timidly in the doorway.

”No. Unless -- ask my brother if he wants to eat.” Zed had come back from the Clinic early, and had gone straight to his room.

The girl went away. Rhani heard her knock, heard her speak, heard Zed answer. Amri returned. ”Rhani-ka, he says no.”

”All right. Thank you, Amri.” She glanced at Binkie, who was sitting at the com-unit logging names into the computer, names of the people who were coming to the party. ”Bink, have you eaten?”

He looked up. ”Yes, Rhani-ka, thank you. I ate about two hours ago.”

d.a.m.n, Rhani thought, oh d.a.m.n, d.a.m.n.... Finally she squared her shoulders and went down the hall to Zed's bedroom. She tapped on the door. ”Zed-ka, it's me.” She heard his step, and the door drew back. She glimpsed the rumpled bedclothes, his booktapes, a light. He was holding a viewer in one hand. He looked tired. ”Zed, I'm sorry to disturb you,” she said. ”But I'm worried about Dana. I sent him on an errand three hours ago, and he hasn't returned.”

For a moment he gazed at her as if he had no idea what she was talking about. ”What?” he said. Then his voice grew sharp. ”Three hours? That's too long. It's almost curfew.”

”I know,” she said. ”Where did you send him?”