- Prologue

set against Theo's expenses at academy, with twenty-five percent deposited directly into an account under her sole ownership. As I understand custom, Theo has achieved the status of adult, and thus may take ownership of these financial properties, as well as administering her own contracts. If my understanding is insufficient, please teach me better and I shall make what amends I might.

Appended to this letter is a small gift. I ask, if it does not offend custom, that it be shared with the pilot who, with yourself, raised Theo. It will perhaps be of some interest.

It is my hope that this letter has found you in good health, with your goals well in hand, and I remain

Cho sig'Radia

Captain of Scouts

Jen Sar Kiladi refolded the printout along its creases, and sighed lightly.

From its place on the counter, the coffeemaker chimed; and he heard Kamele's footsteps on the stairs.

The coffee was poured, sampled and pronounced delicious. It being one of Kamele's small rituals to savor and prolong such moments, when the beverage was worthy, Jen Sar recruited himself to patience, and sipped again from his own cup.

He had taught himself to drink coffee; a graduate student could not afford to be too nice about the form in which one found one's caffeine, and Professor Kiladi had been a grad student, so it said in his dossier, on the very Terran world of Barvenna. He had, therefore, and by necessity, developed a tolerance. Later, under Kamele's tutelage, he had learned an appreciation.

The Lake Country was pleasant, medium bodied, aromatic, and with an aftertaste of raspberry. He concentrated on the flavor, and did not glance at the little package, still unopened on the kitchen table.

Kamele lowered her cup and smiled at him. 'Aren't you going to open it?'

'I had not wished to intrude upon your moment,' he said, truthfully.

'Of course, I'm not curious!' Kamele made one of her swooping, ironic gestures, her fingers approaching perilously close to his cup.

He avoided tragedy by lifting the endangered item and looked at her over the rim. 'I wonder,' he murmured. 'Perhaps we had best just put it away.'

Kamele laughed, and Jen Sar sighed dolefully.

'As transparent as that, am I? Very well, then, yes. With your permission, I will open it.'

'I can't imagine what it could be.'

He turned away, placing his cup carefully on the table before taking up the small blue-blazoned packet. It was not heavy, but of course, it would not be; data chips weighed very little.

A sim, Aelliana murmured inside his head, and sighed lightly. Perhaps it won't be . . . very . . . showy. She paused. Of course, it is Theo.

Of course, he thought, it is Theo. He opened the envelope and turned, holding the chip high on display.

'There!' he exclaimed. 'Now curiosity is satisfied!'

Kamele laughed again and shook her head. 'No, my friend, curiosity doesn't begin to be satisfied.' She nodded toward the common room. 'Why don't you get the screen ready? I'll refresh our cups.'

'Well,' he said conversationally, as on screen the little glide-plane played with its tow string. 'A flight sim, and very agreeable it is, too.'

'Theo is flying this—this craft?' Kamele asked from beside him.

He nodded. 'We are seeing from the pilot's perspective—her instruments, her environment. If we wished—and had the equipment to hand—we might fly it with her and thus learn something of her technique; a useful tool for teaching other pilots.'

Kamele nodded, her face rapt as she watched Slipper Fourteen raise its nose, dip its wing and slip free of its tow.

'That was neatly done,' he said for Kamele's benefit. 'Ah, and see? She has caught the thermal. With luck, this will be a long glide.'

'How beautiful,' Kamele breathed. 'Look at those mountains! I had no idea that flying could be so peaceful.'

'It can be,' he said cautiously, watching the mountains with mistrust. Treacherous things, mountains, and a glide-plane no equal partner for the winds that often danced around such places.

'Flight GT S14, Academy GT S14,' a man's voice, terse and businesslike, broke into the peaceful sail through sunny skies. 'Academy GT S14, acknowledge.'

'Flight GT S14 here.' Theo's voice was—not calm. Bright. Sharp, even. Jen Sar scanned the instruments, took note of variometer and altitude.

'. . . everyone out of the sky . . .' the flight-master was saying, urgently. 'Emergency.'

Beside him, Kamele had gone very still.

'I can stuff it on the plateau in five minutes,' Theo said, and it was the utter surety in her voice that made Jen Sar's stomach tighten.

'A drill,' he managed, for Kamele's stillness. He touched her hand, and smiled when she glanced at him. 'She will need to learn to react correctly in an emergency. Of course, there are drills, so that she may prepare while others more experienced watch over her.'

Instructor El is worried, Aelliana commented, which he had thought, too, and which he was not about to say to Kamele's strained smile.

The little ship went sideways, and he felt Kamele tense beside him.