A Working of Stars
“Llannat Hyfid—Maraganha, she reminded herself yet again; I have to be Maraganha—was the first of Arekhon’s Mages to abandon her pressure-suit, as soon as the airlock had cycled and the ship was safe. Her sturdy leather boots rang on the metal deckplates as she left the entrance bay for the narrow, curving passageway beyond. For these first few minutes, she didn’t want the members of Arekhon’s Circle to see her face.
I never thought I’d board this ship again. And I certainly never thought that I’d find her waiting for me at the other end of time.
She knew the layout of the Daughter by memory; she could have followed the ship’s corridors all the way from the cockpit in one direction to the engine room in the other. She thought for a while of going to the cockpit, where a much-younger Llannat Hyfid had found—would someday find—two long-dead crew members strapped into their seats, with their throats slit and a message written on the forward viewscreen in their blood: “Adept from the fores...t world: Take this message to the Domina.MoreLess
I never thought I’d board this ship again. And I certainly never thought that I’d find her waiting for me at the other end of time.
She knew the layout of the Daughter by memory; she could have followed the ship’s corridors all the way from the cockpit in one direction to the engine room in the other. She thought for a while of going to the cockpit, where a much-younger Llannat Hyfid had found—would someday find—two long-dead crew members strapped into their seats, with their throats slit and a message written on the forward viewscreen in their blood: “Adept from the fores...t world: Take this message to the Domina.MoreLess
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