The Sea Without a Shore (ARC)

CHAPTER 7


Bergen and Associates Shipyard, Cinnabar

“Hey Six,” called Sun from the hallway. “This one says Cory sent her. I’ve never seen her before, though.”

Daniel had been vaguely aware of the elevator stopping on the other side of the closed office door, but he was lost in details of the Pantellarian navy since independence on the command console. Adele had supplied up to date information. Daniel didn’t know whether the data came from Navy House files or somewhere else, and he wasn’t going to ask.

“Send her in,” Daniel called as he rose from the console’s seat. It was time for a break and a stretch anyway. Cory was negotiating for rations for the voyage, but that shouldn’t have required Daniel’s input until there was a contract to sign.

The young woman who entered wore RCN utilities without insignia. She was as much a stranger to Daniel as she had been to Sun, who was acting as doorman because he had both the rank and the intelligence for the job.

She braced to attention and saluted. “Sir!” she said. “I’m Lucinda Hale! And Lieutenant Cory didn’t direct me to apply, he just said that there might be a crew slot open!”

Hale’s salute was clumsy, although she had obviously tried hard. Perversely, that made a better impression on Daniel than drill-team execution would have. He’d always been terrible at Drill and Ceremony himself.

“Close the door and sit down, Hale,” he said. Moments before he’d expected that the visitor would be leaving as quickly as she had arrived, but he was intrigued with her comment about Cory; and Daniel needed a break; and anyway, she was an attractive young woman. “Now, explain what you mean about Cory.”

“Sir, Lieutenant Cory told me that the Kiesche was already over-supplied with officers, but that you might have a crew position open,” Hale said. She reached forward, holding a data chip. “This is my file, sir. Cory and I were in the same class at the Academy, but I don’t mean we were close. We knew one another.”

Daniel took the chip, but he was frowning and he didn’t insert it into the console yet. “You heard the Kiesche was fitting out and contacted Cory?” he asked.

“No sir,” she said. “Cory called me out of the blue. I’d never heard of the Kiesche, and I don’t think I’ve seen Cory twice since we graduated.”

“I see,” said Daniel, which he certainly did not. Well, he could check with Cory later, if he needed to. He called up the chip’s data and added, “You’ve passed your lieutenant’s boards.”

“Yes sir,” Hale said, “but there isn’t a chance in Hell of me ever being promoted so long as we’re at peace. I don’t have any interest. And not much money, though enough that I’m not starving, strictly speaking, while I’m on half pay.”

“I noticed your utilities were new,” Daniel said without emphasis as he continued to scan the data. This console appeared to have access to all the records in Navy House. Mon might not know that, but Daniel was sure that Adele did.

“Yes sir,” Hale said. She screwed her face up over a thought, then blurted, “Sir, I didn’t know what to wear. There wasn’t time to get a set of Whites tailored, and anyway, that’d have been wrong. You want spacers, not a clothes-horse. I want to make the RCN a career, and I’d rather be a common space under you than Third Mate on the freighter Mare’s Nest.”

Daniel laughed. “The sort of ship you’re talking about doesn’t have a third mate,” he said, “or a second mate generally. But if you went far enough out in the sticks you could get a master’s papers on the basis of your record here.”


The chip Hale had given him was a direct copy of the Navy House original, with no embellishments or omissions. That was a mark in the woman’s favor, regardless of whether it meant she was honest or that she was too smart to risk getting caught while improving what was already a respectable record.

“Sir, I’ve been hanging on, hoping that a midshipman’s slot will open up,” Hale said. “I had good marks at the Academy, and my service record is good too. There’s nothing to boast about in two years as midshipman on a destroyer that never saw action, but there’s no black marks either. I thought I might have a leg up on a new graduate when they were making up the roster on a battleship coming out of ordinary.”

Daniel looked at her and pursed his lips. “We are going out to the back of beyond,” he said. “It won’t be a pleasure cruise, though the crew will probably eat better than anybody on an ordinary tramp out there does. Even the captain.”

He grinned, then sobered again. “Did Cory say why he called you?”

“Sir, I couldn’t have been more surprised to hear from my mother,” Hale said, shaking her head in puzzlement. “And she’s been dead three years. I thought of calling him back, but I didn’t have much time as it was if I was going to buy a set of utilities—”

She pinched the loose fabric of her sleeve.

“—and get up to speed on a Lewiston Mark 17, which is what the Sailing Registry says the Kiesche has for a fusion bottle.”

“Good judgment,” Daniel said mildly. He highlighted an item on Hale’s service record. “You were on the small-bore team?” he said.

“Yes sir,” Hale said, visibly brightening. “I was Academy Champion my last three years. And I was runner-up to Cadet Dorst when I was first-year, but I won’t pretend I’d ever have beaten him if he hadn’t graduated.”

She frowned. “You don’t suppose that was why Cory called me, do you?” she said. “He was second-team football, I think, but I wouldn’t have bet he even knew I shot small-bore.”

Daniel was thinking. As often, the silence drew Hale to speak further, saying, “I wasn’t interested in football—and I certainly wasn’t any good. But I’ll venture to shoot with anybody you want to name.”

“Will you indeed?” Daniel said mildly. He wondered what Sun would say to that. Probably something more polite than Hogg’s response to the same statement.

He looked Hale over again. “Footer is good training for the rigging,” he said, “but I’ve found myself in places where having people who knew how to use stocked impellers has been handy.”

There was a booklet of note paper in the console’s top tray. Daniel pulled off a sheet and wrote on it with his stylus.

“Take this to Woetjans,” he said, handing the note to Hale. “She’s on the Kiesche down there in the pool. Tell her to run you up and down the rigging enough to make up her mind. If she’s satisfied, she’ll assign you to a watch.”

Hale hopped to her feet. “Thank you, sir!” she said, attempting to salute again. She forgot that she had the note in her right hand and made an even worse hash of it than she had before. The midshipman, soon to be common spacer if she was as fit as she seemed, bent to pick up the note she’d dropped.

“We don’t salute much on ships I command,” Daniel said. “Which is as much for my benefit as it is for the sort of spacer I like to be with in hard places.”

Hale went out laughing. She was in so much of a hurry that she went down the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator to return.

Daniel shok his head in wonder. It was remarkable that he was finding so many people who were enthusiastic about crewing a scruffy tramp freighter into a war on a mudball planet.

Of course Captain Daniel Leary was pretty enthusiastic himself.

Xenos on Cinnabar

“There’s somebody waiting at the stop,” said Tovera as the monorail rocked, slowing. She opened her attaché case.

“That’s scarcely surprising at a tram stop,” Adele said, but she slid her data unit away and stood beside Tovera at the car’s front window. Tovera’s instincts were very good, in a manner of speaking. Adele supposed she read body language—and the more accurately because she had no emotions herself.

The plastic windshield had been clear when installed, but it now was covered with scratches, road film, and bug spatters: the trams rarely got to speeds which would crush an exoskeleton, but they were even more rarely cleaned. All Adele could see through it was a blurred figure getting up from the bench; probably a man of middle height, wearing loose garments.

Tovera closed the attaché case which held her sub-machine gun. “It’s Cory,” she said.

How can she tell?

What is Cory doing here?

Has something happened to Daniel?

The car opened. Adele stepped out behind Tovera and said, “Cory, why are you here?”

Adele thought, I shouldn’t snap at him because I’m worried about Daniel.

If her abrupt greeting bothered Cory, he gave no sign of it. “Ma’am, I was just waiting for you,” he said. “I thought I’d sit here because it’s a nice afternoon. And we didn’t have houses like this on Florentine where I come from, you know.”

He gestured with his open left hand, palm up. The tram stop was at the head of the narrow cul-de-sac. At the bottom was Chatsworth Minor, four stories of brick above a stone basement, with stone tie courses and wrought-iron balcony railings. The three houses on either side of the cul-de-sac were of similar age and style.

“After four hundred years there aren’t many left in Xenos either, I suppose,” Adele said. Whatever Cory had to tell her can’t have involved a serious danger or he wouldn’t be so relaxed. “The neighborhood didn’t become run down, and the families here aren’t the sort which prefers change over stability.”

Cory had an quiet smile and rarely seemed to be disturbed by anything. He was so easygoing that Adele had initially thought that he was simple-minded; but the young midshipman had taken to the commo suite like no one Adele had met before or since. Everything else, from astrogation to ship-handling, had proceeded from the confidence Cory gained from that first success under Signals Officer Adele Mundy.

Adele glanced at the sky. The sun was below the tall houses, though it was still half an hour short of true sunset.

“Would you care to come in for dinner, Cory?” Adele said.

She didn’t imagine the cook would have difficulty feeding a guest. Indeed, the fellow would probably appreciate a healthy appetite: Adele ate very little, and Daniel, when he ate at the townhouse, wasn’t particularly interested in food either.

“Oh, no, ma’am,” Cory said in surprise. “I just thought I’d tell you that I dropped a word to Lucinda Hale like you wanted. I’m pretty sure she’ll be applying as common spacer. She seemed pretty excited at the chance, in fact.”

Adele looked at him without expression. She thought, I didn’t tell you to do anything of the sort! Which was technically true, but it was what Adele had hoped would happen when she asked Cory about his classmate.

“I didn’t know how much of a secret it was,” Cory said, smiling cheerfully, “so I thought I’d come by instead of calling, you know? And I didn’t use your name to Hale. She may figure it out on her own, but it won’t have come through me.”

“Your caution does you credit, Cory,” Adele said. “Though it was probably unnecessary in this case. Thank you.”

“My pleasure, ma’am,” Cory said. “I’ll let you get off to your evening now.”

He pressed the tram call plate, then turned to face Adele again. “Hale was always nice to me, you know? At the Academy, I mean. She’d smile or say hi; and it doesn’t sound like much, but there were days that it really helped.”

“I imagine it did,” Adele said, but she spoke so quietly that Cory probably didn’t hear the words over the squeal of a tram car braking to stop.

She walked toward the house with Tovera behind her. She remembered the cul-de-sac filled with Popular Party supporters and her father addressing them from the third-story balcony the night he had been elected Tribune. The cheers were still loud in Adele’s memory.

And Midshipman Lucinda Hale’s smile was bright in Cory’s memory. The past wasn’t dead so long as there was someone who remembered it.

The same could be said of the scores of men and women whom Adele had glimpsed only briefly over her gunsight as her finger took up the pressure on her trigger. For they visited her in the dark hours before dawn, and she knew they would be with her until she too died.