Priestess of the Eggstone (23 page)

“Nobody’s perfect,” Jerimon said.

“I wasn’t planning on going to an Inner Planet.” Her fingers never slowed in their typing.

“I don’t think any of us were,” I said. “Give me a course. I can’t hold this one long before I have to slow again. And that would put us several days away, instead of hours.”

It only took her a few minutes to have a rough course set. I punched it in. The Swan curved gracefully onto the new heading.

“It should take about six hours to reach the normal traffic lanes,” Jerimon said, checking the scan screen.

Jasyn called the planet. We were far enough away that the time delay was almost half an hour. She summarized our situation and sent it in one data burst. I double checked the engine status; everything showed green.

Lady Rina stood stiffly behind my chair. “What happened?”

“The nav coordinates were very outdated,” Jasyn explained. “We’re lucky.”

“Lady Fate smiles on us.” Lady Rina tapped my shoulder. “The cards do not lie. But they have been giving me an impossible reading. No matter how many times I lay them out, the Chameleon lies at the center. Everything else changes, but the card of change remains the same.”

I very deliberately said nothing. Her cards had caused me enough trouble. I wasn’t going to ask for more.

“Is it safe now?” Lady Rina asked.

“It’s going to take us quite a while to reach Landruss,” I said. “But we should make it in one piece.”

“Very good. Call me when we are close.” She left the lounge, her long skirts rustling behind her.

I settled in my seat as far from Jerimon as I could get and still reach the controls. I was very aware of every movement he made. I remembered the touch of his hand on my face, his kiss, the feel of him holding me. I squirmed, trying to put more distance between us, but there wasn’t any room to move away. I made the mistake of actually looking at him, glancing sideways at his profile. He met my look. We both looked away. I wiped suddenly sweaty hands on my suit.

Jerimon deliberately caught my hand in his.

I pulled. His fingers tightened. “Jerimon, let go.”

“We need to talk,” he said quietly.

Jasyn pretended to ignore us.

“We don’t need anything,” I said bluntly.

“Dace, I’m sorry,” he said, still holding my hand. “I shouldn’t have pushed you. You need space, I can understand that. I need—”

“You need to let go of my hand, before I hit you with my other one.”

“You’re scared, I can understand that.”

“Jerimon, if you keep patronizing me, I really will hit you. Let go.”

“Dace, just let me talk, please. This is difficult for me.”

“And it’s not difficult for me?” I swiveled my chair to face him. The angry words I was about to say died. He really did think he loved me, it was plain in his eyes. My stomach fluttered, my heart sped up. I swiveled away from him, jerking my hand free. It would be too easy to just give in, to let myself experience all the strange feelings tingling through me. I wanted him to kiss me again.

“Why are you running away?” he asked. “We both feel the same, I can see it.”

“This isn’t a good time, Jerimon.” I tried to ignore him, trimming the left stabilizers that didn’t need trimmed.

“Just give me a chance, Dace.” He paused. “There isn’t someone else, is there?”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know if there was someone else or not.

“I should have known.” He spread his hands on the edge of the control console. “I can give you anything he can, only better. I’ll prove it.”

“There isn’t anyone else. Yet.” The confession dragged out of me. I didn’t think I could stand Jerimon if he decided to be aggressive about chasing me.

“I’m here and he’s not.” He reached for my hand again.

“Don’t touch me!” I shoved away from him. If I hadn’t been belted in, I would have gone halfway across the lounge. “I don’t want this right now, Jerimon. Back off.”

“You like me, don’t you? I can live with that. For now.” His voice was smug.

I refused to look at him but I could imagine the look on his face.

He turned to the scanner, leaving me a little breathing space. I tried to forget the whole conversation, concentrating on my own set of controls. He started to whistle. I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to beat him unconscious.

Not much happened for several hours, except Jerimon’s arrogant whistling and my growing headache. I needed space to think, I needed time to myself. I wasn’t going to get any of it soon.

*  *  *

Jasyn called traffic control as soon as we were in range. They wanted to know exactly why we were coming in on such a strange vector. Her irritation grew as she explained about the old equipment and outdated nav information. We ended up with a Patrol Scout escorting us, scanning us every inch of the way.

Landruss was an Inner World, one of several hundred within a short distance of Linas-Drias, the capital of the Empire. The Inner Worlds were rich, powerful, and very settled. The traffic regulations alone made me wish I was back out on the Frontier where traffic control usually consisted of a few calls and a simple vector approach. We followed a crowded, convoluted course into Landruss. I felt like I was crawling up the tail fins of the ship in front of us.

Two hours after starting final approach to Landruss we were finally down, squeezing the poor Swan into a docking berth too modern for her antique connectors. Jerimon and I powered everything down.

Jasyn finished keying in the updated database that Landruss port had uploaded to us, at a big fee of course. Lady Rina had merely shrugged and authorized it. Jasyn hit a final button and sat back. “What do we do now?”

“We go pay a visit to Den Douvay,” Lady Rina said. “I’ve been thinking. We know he bought the Eggstone. From what my sources say, he collects strange artifacts.”

“You don’t have to go,” I said. “Jerimon got us into this, he ought to get us out. I’ll help because I’m in just as deep.”

“I said I’d help.” Lady Rina sniffed. I’d hurt her feelings. I didn’t feel an ounce of remorse, not after her and her blasted cards had set Jerimon on me. “I’m coming with you. Jerimon is not.” She held up her hand to stop protests that we weren’t making. “This is my plan. I will pose as a wealthy society lady who is interested in beginning a collection similar to Den Douvay’s. It would only be natural for me to call on him. I will take my charming niece, of course, and my personal assistant. Dace and Jerimon will wait here.”

“No,” we both said at the same time.

“You don’t know what it looks like,” Jerimon said.

“And how are you going to justify coming?” Lady Rina arched her eyebrow. “We cannot call on a gentleman with an unruly mob.”

I set my jaw stubbornly. I was not going to be left behind, alone with Jerimon.

She heaved a sigh, throwing her hands in the air. “Very well, then. It’s my money, it’s my ship, but it’s your problem. Dace will go as my personal assistant, Jerimon will be our driver. You will stay in the vehicle.” She waited for him to nod. “Estelle and Caid will prepare the ship so we can leave as soon as we have obtained the Eggstone.” She startled me by grinning. “I haven’t felt this young in years. Jasyn, dear, call the honorable Den Douvay and get us an invitation for this evening if you can. It’s now midafternoon, local time. I believe he lives not far from the port, out in the country.” She consulted a handcomp and read off a number.

Jasyn typed the number in her console and made the necessary adjustments for a local call.

I eyed Lady Rina. “Just how good are your sources?” Maybe I could distract Lowell by telling him about Lady Rina and her Family network. Anything to divert attention from me. Lowell scared me almost as much as Jerimon.

“A lady never tells,” Lady Rina said. “No one outside the Family knows just how far our influence extends. And no one will find out, especially from you.”

“Understood,” I said, acknowledging the implicit threat. So much for that slight hope.

Lady Rina plucked the shoulder of my shipsuit. “Do you have any suitable clothes?”

I looked down at my uniform. I’d grown to like the close-fitting burgundy and blue shipsuit. It was a lot nicer than anything else I’d ever owned. “I have another one of these and a couple of gray ones.”

“Estelle may have something close to your size,” Lady Rina said, dismissing my current outfit. “Have Jasyn help you do something with your hair. If Den Douvay is as old as his paper says, he may not notice. Stand up, child.” Lady Rina looked me up and down, pursing her lips as if she were studying a pile of rotten fruit.

I straightened to attention.

She sighed and shook her head. “I should have Estelle give you deportment lessons, but it’s too late now. At least find something presentable to wear.” She swept up the stairs to her cabin, dismissing me.

“You know, she has the right idea,” Jerimon said in my ear.

“Shut up or I’ll break your front teeth.”

“Such violence, Dace, really, it isn’t becoming.” He laughed, his breath tickling my neck and causing strange reactions in my nether regions.

I couldn’t find the words to express my frustration at both of them. If I started, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to stop. I stomped off to my cabin where I flung myself onto my bunk.

I glared at the ceiling, fuming, listing all the things I’d like to do to Jerimon and Lady Rina’s cards. Not all of them were violent, not to Jerimon, anyway.

Jasyn poked me when she entered our cabin. “Lady Rina means well, but I agree that Jerimon is being insufferable.” She lifted a handful of dark blue fabric that shimmered slightly. “Estelle said you could borrow this. We have an hour before we need to leave. Den Douvay was more than happy to have us join him for dinner. I don’t think he knows what he’s in for.”

“If he’s smart, he’ll run.” I slid off the bunk, gathering the evening gown.

The sun of Landruss set as we stopped in front of Den Douvay’s country manor. Streamers of glorious reds and oranges painted the deep violet sky. A large bank of rainclouds hovered to the south, glowing with golden streaks of sunlight.

The front door opened, spilling warm light down the front steps and lighting up two stone creatures on pedestals. Jerimon handed Lady Rina from the car. Jasyn slid out behind her, making it look easy. I clambered from the car, snagging my dress twice on the seat. I hid behind Lady Rina, pulling the skirt straight. It was a long dress, narrow fitting in the top with a slightly flared skirt. It was simple and made even me look elegant, as long as I didn’t move. It was long enough to hide my boots, which I wore only because no one else had any shoes even close to my size. Jasyn wore a very short dress with delicate sparkling straps on her feet that barely resembled shoes. Lady Rina glowed like a jewel in a red satin evening gown. I would have drooled over the fabric if I weren’t so nervous.

“Lady Rina!” The man at the door, who could only be Den Douvay, bounded down the steps. He was slender and not as ancient as Lady Rina had expected, though his hair was white. He wore a stretchy, bright purple leisure suit. He kissed her hand. “I am honored to meet you.”

“And it is a pleasure for me to meet you,” Lady Rina murmured. I wondered just what Jasyn had said to the honorable Den Douvay to merit such a greeting for us.

“Call me Den.” He turned to Jasyn, his eyes sweeping down her very shapely legs. He would have had to be dead to resist. “And your charming niece, Jasyn.” He kissed her hand.

“Charmed,” Jasyn simpered. Den grinned and kissed her hand again.

“And my assistant, Dace.” Lady Rina took his arm. Jasyn took his other arm, leading him up the stairs to his mansion. I didn’t know whether to feel cheated or relieved. Nobody had ever kissed my hand. Jerimon let out a strangled snort, slamming the car door. I shot him a glare and climbed the stairs, hiking my skirt so I wouldn’t trip over it. Estelle wasn’t very tall, but I was still a lot shorter than she was. Her dress dragged on the ground.

The front hall was enormous, an echoing expanse of elegance, grace, and most of all, money. Pedestals and display cases ringed the foyer. Odd shaped objects glowed in weird glory under banks of expensive spotlights.

“Do you like my collection? I hear you want to start one of your own. I’ve got the largest collection of non-human religious artifacts anywhere in the Inner Worlds.” Den led us to a large, lumpy blue thing. “This is a fertility symbol from the Xikikixxians. Although no one quite knows for sure, since no one’s seen a live one. There are a couple dozen planets with ruins believed to be theirs.”

“We’d love to see more,” Jasyn purred, clinging to Den’s arm.

“After dinner,” Den said, laughing. “I thought it was your aunt who was the collector.”

“She is,” Jasyn said smoothly. “But I’m starting to acquire a taste for some of her things. She thought it would be good for me to see what someone else has.”

“What’s that lovely black piece over there?” Lady Rina asked, pointing across the room.

“I just bought that one,” Den said, following her finger. I looked, hoping it was the Eggstone. If Den wouldn’t sell it, I was willing to steal it. The piece was black and glossy, but it was also the size of a large chair.

“That there,” Den said, leading the other two over to the object, “that is a genuine Portalian demon stone. Used in their conjuring rites. The man I bought it from swears he saw a real demon rise out of it.”

Jasyn made the appropriate big eyes and scared noises.

“I had a priest from their cult seal the demon in before I bought it,” Den reassured her. “It’s such a pleasure to meet others who appreciate the finer points of my collection. I’ll give you a personal tour of the rest.” A bell chimed musically somewhere in the building. “After dinner. Shall we eat, ladies?”

Den escorted the two of them down a wide hall into a huge dining room. A table that could easily seat thirty dominated the room. Places for four clustered at one end. Den seated Lady Rina on one side and Jasyn on his other. He waved at the last place next to Lady Rina.

“I’m not sure what all a personal assistant is supposed to do, but you can sit there and eat with us,” he said.