“Don’t be afraid!” Moon raised wondering eyes. “It’s the Lady’s presence. The room is full of the Sea, that’s why we’re floating… It’s a miracle.”

Elsevier smiled at her, a little sadly. “No, my dear — only the absence of one. We’re beyond the reach of your goddess, beyond the grasp of your world. There’s simply no gravity this far out to hold you down. Come forward and see what I mean.”

Moon unstrapped uncertainly, and pushed herself up. Elsevier lunged and caught her by the leg before she crashed into the cone that hung, like the one that protected Cress, above her own couch. “Gently!” Elsevier drew her forward to the window and pointed down. Below them lay the curve of Tiamat’s sphere, a foam-flecked swell of translucent blue breaking against the wall of stars.

In her heart she had known what she would find; but as she drifted to the window, the vision surpassed anything she had imagined, and she could only breathe, “Beautiful… beautiful…” She pressed her hands against the cold transparency.

“Wait until you pass through the Black Gate, and see what lies on the other side.”

“Oh, yes…” A dark seed of doubt sprouted in her mind. She pulled her eyes away, turning her head. “The Black Gate? But that’s how the off worlders go to other worlds…” She looked back and out, at her entire world that had seemed so immense and so varied lying below her feet like a blue glass fishing float. “No… no, I can’t go through the Gate with you. I have to go to Carbuncle. I have to find Sparks .” She pushed firmly away from the window, caught herself on the back of Silky’s seat. “Will you take me back down, now? Can you, would you put me — ashore at the star port

“Take you back down?” A frown creased the space between Elsevier’s blue-violet eyes; she pressed her hands against her lips. “Oh, Moon, my dear… I was afraid that you hadn’t understood. You see, we can’t take you back down. They’ll track us, and we’re low on charge besides — there’s no way we can go back now. I’m afraid that when I told you about the Gate I wasn’t offering you a choice.”

12

“You’re the owner of this vehicle?” Jerusha stood beside the hovercraft on the quay, her breath frosting in the frigid night air. She frowned her bad humor at the big man who leaned against it with the same false self-possession the tech runners in the bar had displayed. Gundhalinu stood beside her, rising and settling on his heels with barely controlled frustration.

“I am, as I plainly have every right to be.” His voice was like crunching gravel. The man gestured abruptly at his face; the light was poor, but he was obviously an off worlder — from D’doille, she guessed, or maybe Number Four. “Have you come all the way from Carbuncle just to give me a parking ticket, Inspector?”

Jerusha grimaced, using her irritation to disguise her discomfort. She kept her arms crossed tightly against her heavy coat, nursing the one that the girl in the bar had struck with a mug. Her right forearm was a white-hot star, burning furiously at the center of her body’s shivering universe; the pain nauseated her, only the intensity of her anger kept her mind clear. An old woman and a handful of misfits had made an ass of her, and eating at her was the suspicion that it was because shed wanted them to. Damn it, her place was to enforce the law, not rearrange it to suit herself! And at least this one hadn’t gotten away. “No, Citizen Ngenet, we’ve come to accuse you of attempting to buy embargoed goods.”

His face was the picture of resentful surprise. Gods, what I wouldn’t give to just once see one of them put up his hands and say, “I admit it.”“

“I’d like to know on what evidence you’re making the accusation. You’re not going to find—”

“I know we won’t. You didn’t have time to make the deal. But you were seen in the presence of one of the off worlders who escaped us.”

“What are you talking about?”

She could almost believe that he didn’t know. “Female, age roughly seventeen standard years, pale hair and skin.”

“She’s no smuggler!” Ngenet pushed away from his craft, glaring.

“She was with them when we went to make the arrest,” Gundhalinu said. “She struck the inspector, she ran with the rest.”

“She’s a Summer from the Windwards, her name is Moon Dawntreader. I gave her a ride, and I left her at the inn because—” He broke off, Jerusha wondered what he was afraid to say. “She wouldn’t know anything about it.”

“Then why did she help them escape?”

“What the hell would you do, if you were fresh from Summer and two off worlders burst in on you with guns?” He paced two agitated steps between them. “What in the names of a thousand gods would you think, if you were her? You didn’t hurt her—?”

Jerusha grimaced again, twisted it into a smile. “Ask it the other way around.” She wondered with more interest why he was trying to protect the girl. His mistress?

“You said they all escaped?”

Gundhalinu laughed sourly. “For a man who doesn’t know anything, you’re damned concerned about what happened tonight.”

Ngenet ignored him, waiting.

“They all escaped. Their craft cleared Tiamat space without damage.” Jerusha saw the expression on his face turn into something that was not relief.

“All? You mean she went with them?” The words came out as though each one was alien on his tongue.

“That’s right.” She nodded, tightening her good hand over her other elbow, pinching off the nerve paths. “They took her off. You mean to tell me she really was an innocent bystander, a local?”

Ngenet turned away, struck the frost-rimed windshield of the hovercraft with a gloved fist. “My fault—”

“And mine. If we’d held onto them she would have been all right.” And that’s what happens when you start trying to change the rules.

“What was she to you, Citizen Ngenet?” Gundhalinu asked. “More than a passing stranger.” Not a question.

“She’s a sibyl.” He looked back at them. “It doesn’t matter if you know that now.”

Jerusha raised her eyebrows. “A sibyl?” The wind off the bay clutched her in icy talons. “Why — would that make a difference to us?”

“Come now, Inspector.” His voice turned bitter, like the wind.

“We’re law officers. We enforce the law” — liar—”and the law protects sibyls, even on Tiamat.”

“Like it protects the mers? Like it protects this world from progress?”

She saw Gundhalinu stiffen like a hunter scenting his prey. “How long have you been living in the outback, Citizen Ngenet?”

“All my life,” with a kind of pride. “And my father before me, and his father… This is my homeworld.”

“And you don’t like the way we’re running it?” Gundhalinu made it a challenge.

“Damn right I don’t! You try to choke the life out of this world’s future, you let a maggot like Starbuck wipe his boots on you while he slaughters innocent beings for the gratification of a few filthy-rich bastards who want to live forever. You make a mockery of ‘law’ and ‘justice’—”

“And so do you, Citizen.” Gundhalinu stepped forward; Jerusha could see everything that had locked into place inside his head. “Inspector, it seems likely to me that this man is involved in more serious criminal activities than just smuggling. I think we ought to take him back to the city—”

“And charge him with what? Behaving like an arrogant fool?” She shook her head. “We have no evidence that would justify that.”

“But he—” Gundhalinu gestured, accidentally struck her arm.

“Damn it, Sergeant, I said we’re letting him go!” She lost his startled face in a burst of pain stars Blinking, she refocused on Ngenet instead. “But that doesn’t mean I’m letting you off completely, Ngenet. Your presence here and your attitude are questionable enough to warrant my revoking your permit to operate this hovercraft. I’m impounding it. We’re taking it back to the city.” A trickle of perspiration crept down the side of her face, burning cold.