A Deepness in the Sky

Almost unwillingly, he turned his head toward the voice. Anne Reynolt sat at his bedside, and next to her was Tomas Nau.

"Ah, Apprentice Vinh. I am pleased to see you back among the living." Nau's smile was concerned and solemn.

It took Ezr a couple of tries to gargle up something intelligible: "Wha's...What's happening? Where am I?"

"You're aboard my principal residence. It's about eight days since your fleet attempted to destroy mine."

"Guh?"We attacked you?

Nau cocked his head quizzically at Vinh's incoherence. "I wanted to be here when we woke you. Director Reynolt will fill you in on the details, but I just wanted to assure you of my support. I'm appointing you Fleet Manager of what's left of the Qeng Ho expedition." He stood, patted Vinh gently on the shoulder. Vinh's gaze followed the Emergent out of the room.Fleet Manager?

Reynolt brought Vinh a book of windows with more hard facts than he could easily absorb. They could not all be lies....Fourteen hundred Qeng Ho had died, almost half the fleet's complement. Four of the seven Qeng Ho starships had been destroyed. The ramscoops on the rest were disabled. Most of the smaller vehicles had been destroyed or seriously damaged. Nau's people were busy cleaning up the orbital flotsam of the firefights. They quite intended to continue the "joint operation." The volatiles and ores that had been lifted from Arachna would support habitats the Emergents were building at the L1 point of the sun/planet system.

And she let him see the crew lists. ThePham Nuwen had been lost with all hands. Captain Park and several members of the Trading Committee were dead. Most people on the surviving ships still lived, but the senior ones were being held in coldsleep.

The killing headache of his last few moments on the lander was gone. Ezr had been cured of the "unfortunate contagion," Reynolt said. But only an engineered disease could have such a convenient and universal time of onset. The Emergent lies were scarcely more than an excuse for civility. They had planned the ambush from the beginning, and down to the last second.

At least Anne Reynolt did not smile when she spoke the lies. In fact, she rarely smiled at all. Director of Human Resources Reynolt. Funny that not even Trixia had picked up on what that title might imply. At first, Ezr thought Reynolt was fighting a proper sense of shame: she hardly ever looked him directly in the eye. But gradually he realized that looking at his face was no more interesting to her than studying a bulkhead. She didn't see him as a person; she didn't care a jot for the dead.

Ezr read the reports quietly, not sneering, not crying out when he saw that Sum Dotran was gone.Trixia's name was nowhere on the list of thedead. Finally he came to the lists of the waking survivors and their present disposition. Almost three hundred were aboard the Qeng Ho temp, also moved to the L1 point. Ezr scanned the names, memorizing: junior people, and virtually no Trilanders or academics. No Trixia Bonsol. He paged further...another list.Trixia! Her name was there, and she was even listed under "Linguistics Department."

Ezr looked up from the book of windows, tried to sound casual. "What, um, what's the meaning of this glyph beside some of the names?"BesideTrixia's name.

" ‘Focused." '

"And what does that mean?" There was an edge, unwanted, in his voice.

"They're still under medical treatment. Not everyone recovered as easily as you." Her stare was hard and impassive.

The next day, Nau showed up again.

"Time to introduce you to your new subordinates," he said. They coasted through a long, straight corridor to a vehicular airlock. This habitat wasn't the banquet place. There was the faintest drift of gravity, as though it were set on a small asteroid. The taxi beyond the airlock was larger than any the Qeng Ho had brought. It was luxurious in a baroque, primitive way. There were low tables and a bar that served in all directions. Wide, natural-looking windows surrounded them. Nau gave him a moment to look out: