'Actually, if I can extort a long, hot shower out of you, and maybe a couple of hours worth of nap, I think I'd enjoy a sitdown supper.'
'No problem.' Vargan smiled. 'We've put you up in the BOQ. If you'll come with me, we'll get your bag dropped off, and then I'll personally escort you to the longest, hottest shower in at least two universes.'
'It's a deal,' Kinlafia chuckled.
Somewhat to Kinlafia's surprise, supper at Fort Salby turned out to be not only extremely tasty, but actually enjoyable.
Salby, unlike the other portal forts Kinlafia had passed through on his way back from Hell's Gate, had been established for quite some time. At one point, Salbyton, the settlement outside the fort, had been a construction boomtown as the Trans-Temporal Express labored on the Traisum Cut. Its peak population had been as high as seven or eight thousand, although it had declined from that quickly once the cut was completed. By the time the Chalgyn Consortium had set out on its productive, ill-fated survey expedition, Salbyton had been down to perhaps two thousand, and TTE, as was its wont, had collected and hauled off the temporary, portable housing in which most of its labor force had lived. Despite that, the remaining buildings of Salbyton had a look of permanency and solidity which was rare this far from Sharona, and the local railroad station had quite literally miles of heavy-duty sidings left from its days as the end of the TTE's line.
Neither the fort nor the town had changed a great deal-yet-despite all that had happened since, but that was about to change. All of that temporary housing TTE had pulled out was undoubtedly on its way back, although it might not be stopping at Salbyton this time. The new construction priorities closer to Hell's Gate were going to dwarf the importance of making the Traisum Cut.
There was a two-hour time difference between the two sides of the portal, which, fortunately was also one of the older portals which had so far been discovered. It must have been … lively around Fort Salby's present location for the first century or so after the portal formed, Kinlafia reflected. The altitude differential was less than that of some other portals, but it had still been sufficient to channel a standing, unending, twenty-four-hour-a-day, three-mile-wide hurricane through from Karys until the pressures finally equalized. There was ample evidence of the sort of sandblasting erosion portals at disparate heights tended to produce, although none of it was very recent. And there was still a permanent, moderately stiff breeze blowing through the portal, even now, which made it unfortunate that Zaithag was about as dry (and hot) as Narshalla. Fort Salby could have used a little rain, if Karys had had any to spare.
Now, as the Voice sat with his hosts on the covered veranda built across the back of the Skrithiks' house just outside Fort Salby's gate, the portal had already darkened to star-shot night. It was a striking vista, even for an experienced inter-universal traveler, as the midnight-blue half-disk of night loomed up against the coals and ashes of the local sunset. The veranda had been carefully placed to take advantage of the permanent breeze, and the air moving across it was distinctly cooler than the local air temperature.
'That was delicious, Madame Skrithik,' Kinlafia said, sitting back with a pleasant sense of repletion.
'I've been eating off of campfires for months now.'
'I suppose that makes your approval just a bit two-edged,' Chalendra Skrithik said. 'I've eaten campfire cooking myself a time or two, you know.'
'I didn't mean-' Kinlafia began quickly, then stopped as he recognized his hostess' slight smile. She saw his expression, and the smile turned into a chuckle.
'My wife, you may have observed, Voice Kinlafia,' chan Skrithik said wryly, 'has what she fondly imagines is a sense of humor.'
'Actually, I have a very good sense of humor,' the wife in question said, elevating her nose with an audible sniff. 'All women do. It's simply unfortunate that so many males of the species fail to appreciate its innate superiority.'
'Personally, I've always recognized its superiority,' Kinlafia told her gravely. 'Or, at least, I've always been smart enough to pretend I did.'
'A wise man, I see,' Company-Captain Vargan observed, then shook his head with a sigh. 'I fear my own cultural baggage betrayed me when Madame Skrithik and I first crossed swords. Er, met, I mean.
Met.'
'But I had to draw so little blood before you recognized the error of your ways, Orkam,' Chalendra said sweetly, and this time Kinlafia laughed.
He really hadn't looked forward to dinner when the invitation was extended, but now he was more than glad he'd accepted it. Chan Skrithik reminded him in many ways of an older Janaki chan Calirath. He wasn't as tall-few people were, after all-and he was considerably older than the crown prince, with much fairer hair, but he had the same, steady gray eyes, and there was something of Janaki's sense of … solidity about him. He and his wife had worked hard, with the smoothness of a well-established team, to make their guest feel welcome, and they'd succeeded in ample measure. They'd treated him as if they'd known him for years, and he found himself wondering if perhaps Chalendra had one of those traces of rogue Talent that turned up so often. She'd seemed to know exactly what to say and do to make him feel at ease, and he was guiltily aware that his personality had been … thorny, to say the very least, since Shaylar's murder.
Like her husband, Chalendra Skrithik was at least ten years older than Kinlafia himself, and she had that tough, capable air he'd seen among so many of the women who'd followed their husbands-or made their own independent ways-out to the frontier. Her dark hair was just beginning to show threads of silver, and there were crows-feet at the corners of her brown eyes, but she remained a remarkably handsome woman.
'At any rate, Madame Skrithik,' the Voice said now, 'I intended my comment as the most sincere possible approval. This was delicious, and the opportunity to sit in a proper chair and use honest-to-gods silverware, only made me appreciate it even more.'
'I'm glad,' she said, this time with simple sincerity of her own. 'I've spent enough time following Rof around to realize just how hard you must have been pushing yourself to reach Fort Salby this soon. And I know why you're doing it, too. If we can make you feel welcome, then I think that's the very least we can do after all you've already done.'
'Don't make me out to be some sort of hero,' Kinlafia said quietly. 'I happened to be the one to Hear Shaylar and relay the message. The real heroes were the ones at Fallen Timbers, or the people like Company-Captain chan Tesh.'
'I have enough Talent to have Seen the SUNN rebroadcast of Voice Nargra-Kolmayr's last message,'
Vargan put in. 'I won't embarrass you by running on about it, but I wouldn't be surprised if those of us who've Seen it don't have a better appreciation than you do for just how much you do qualify as a
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Kinlafia made an uncomfortable little gesture, and the company-captain left whatever more he'd been about to add unsaid.
'At any rate,' chan Skrithik said, stepping into the brief hiatus in the conversation, 'we appreciate what you've been able to tell us about what's happened since. I've been getting the intelligence synopses and copies of most of the official reports, but it's not the same thing as talking to someone who's actually seen it. You've really helped me put a lot of it into context.'
'I'm glad I could help,' Kinlafia said, and he was. And I'm also just a little surprised by how little it hurt, he thought. Either the scab's getting even thicker, or else I really am learning to deal with it. Or both, maybe.
'I could wish you hadn't left before the negotiations began,' Vargan said.
'Oh?' Kinlafia looked at him, and the company-captain shrugged.
'You were there at the beginning,' the Shurkhali pointed out. 'You might say-' Vargan's smile was grim '-that you Saw the way our first effort to negotiate worked out. I'd like to have gotten your firsthand impression of whether or not they're serious … and whether or not anything's likely to come of it.'
'I wouldn't be the right person to ask.' It came out a bit more flatly than Kinlafia had intended, and he gave himself a small mental shake. 'I'm afraid I'm a bit too emotionally involved in what happened to Shaylar and the rest of our crew to stand back and think about anything those people might come up with.'
'I can understand why that might be,' Chalendra said quietly. She reached out and touched the back of Kinlafia's hand. 'I don't think anyone who Saw the SUNN broadcast of Shaylar's final message could expect you to feel any other way, Darcel.'
'Maybe.' He managed not to sigh and gave her a small, grateful smile. 'Having said that, though, I really do
