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They were somewhere inside； dry and safe。 He imagined nooks and crannies cushioned with colorful pillows and rugs； rock…walled chambers where naked nymphs bathed in clear subterranean pools or streams。。。。 He crept through the darkness； smugly certain of what he would find。 The light strengthened； he felt his way around a corner of the rock； and saw them at last。
His first thought was disappointment； the dark…haired girl had her arm around the lucky first…er。 The Prince wondered why he'd preferred her to the more curvaceous blonde。 His second thought stumbled over the first in a wave of righteous rage。 Ronnie！
〃You unspeakable cad！〃 he said。 〃What are you。。。〃
His voice trailed away as he noticed that the two black circles facing him were the bores of hunting rifles like his own。 Each girl； blonde and dark； held hers steadily。 〃You're hunters； too？〃 he asked； with a half…nervous laugh。
Ronnie's head came around； and he saw the dark stain of a black eye and bruised face。 〃My sainted aunt；〃 Ronnie said； in a voice that didn't sound much like his own。 〃It's the Prince。〃
Chapter One
Heris Serrano went from her room in the small but respectable dockside hotel on Rockhouse Station to the berth of her new mand convinced that she looked like an idiot。 No one laughed aloud； but that only meant the bystanders had chosen to snicker later rather than risk immediate confrontation with an ex…Regular Space Services officer on the beach。
Heris kept her eyes away from any of those who might be contemplating humor； the dockside traffic of the mercial district。 Her ears burned； she could feel the glances raking her back。 She would not have changed her military posture even if she could have walked any other way； she had been R。S。S。 from birth or before； daughter of officers； admirals' granddaughter and niece； a service family for all the generations anyone bothered to count。 Even that miserable first year at the Academy had seemed familiar； almost homey： she had heard the stories from parents； uncles； aunts； all her life。
And here she was； tricked out in enough gold braid and color to satisfy a planet…bound admiral from one of the minor principalities； all because of the whims of a rich old woman with more money than sense。 They had to be laughing behind her back； those merchanter officers and crewmen who didn't meet her eyes； who went about their business as if purple and scarlet were normal uniform colors； as if two sleeves covered with gold rings didn't look ridiculous； as if the rim of gold and green striped cord around collar； lapels； and cuffs didn't tell everyone that an R。S。S。 officer had descended to the level of carting wealthy eccentrics on pleasure jaunts in something far more like a mansion than a spacefaring ship。
mercial dockside ended abruptly at a scarred gray wall with a lockgate in it。 Heris inserted her card； the barred gate slid aside； then closed behind her； leaving her caged between the bars behind and a steel door with a thick window。 Another keyslot； this time her card produced a human door…opener； who swung the door aside and held out his hand for her papers。 She handed over the neat packet civilian life required。 Master's license； certifications in five specialties； Imperial ID； military record （abbreviated； only the unclassified bones）； letters of remendation； and … what mattered most here … Lady Cecelia de Marktos's seal of employment。 The human … Station Security or Garond Family； Heris did not know which … ran a handscanner over this last； and replaced the entire pile in its file cover before handing it back to her。
〃Wele to North； Captain Serrano；〃 the man said； with no inflection of sarcasm。 〃May I be of assistance？〃
Her throat closed a moment； remembering the words she would have heard if she had gone through a similar lockgate on the other side of the mercial docks； where sleek gray R。S。S。 cruisers nuzzled the Station side by side。 Where her gray uniform with its glowing insignia would have received crisp salutes； and the wele due a rade in arms。 〃Wele to the Fleet；〃 she would have heard； a greeting used anywhere； anytime； they came together away from civilians。 But she could not go back there； back where her entire past would wrap around her。 She had resigned her mission。 She would never hear those words again。
〃No； thank you；〃 she said quietly。 〃I know where the ship is。〃 She would not say its name yet； though it was her new mand。。。。 She had grown up with ships named for battles； for monsters； for older ships with long histories。
She could not yet say she manded Sweet Delight。
North； on all Stations； defined the environs of aristocracy。 Wealth and privilege could be found anywhere； in the R。S。S。 as well as the mercial docks； but always near something else。 Here was nothing but wealth； and its servants。 This deck had carpeted walkways； not extruded plastic sheeting； the shops had no signs； only house emblems。 Each docking bay had its own lockgate； enclosing two large rooms： one marked 〃Service Entrance；〃 lined with racks and shelving for provisions delivered； and the other furnished luxuriously as a reception salon for going…away parties。 Heris's card in the slot produced another human door…opener； this time a servant in livery； who ushered her into the salon。 Heris made her way between overstuffed sofas and chairs covered in lavender plush and piled with pillows in garish colors； between low black tables and pedestals supporting what were probably priceless works of art； though to her eye they looked like globs of melted space debris after a battle。
The actual docking tube lay unguarded。 Heris frowned Surely even civilians had someone watching the ship's main hatch； even with the security of a lockgate on the dock itself。 She paused before stepping over the line that made the legal division between dock and ship。 The lavender plush lining of the access tube hid all the vital umbilicals that connected the ship to Station life support。 Unsafe； Heris thought； as she had thought on her earlier interview visit。 Those lines should be visible。 Surely even civilians had regulations to follow。
Underfoot； the lavender plush carpet felt five centimeters thick。 A warm breath of air puffed out of the ship itself； a warm breath flavored not with the spice she remembered from the interview； but with the sour stench of the morning after a very large night before。 Her nose wrinkled； she could feel her back stiffening。 It might be someone else's ship in principle； but she did not allow a dirty mess on any ship she manded … and would not now。 She came out of the access tube into a family row； the tube's privacy shield had kept her from hearing it until she stepped across the barrier。 Heris took in the situation at a glance。 One tall； angular； gray…haired woman with a loud…voice： her employer。 Three sulky； overdressed young men that Heris would not have had on her ship； and their obvious girlfriends。。。 all rumpled； and one still passed out on a lavender couch that matched the plush carpet and walls。
Streaks of vomit stained its smooth velour。 As she came through the barrier； the chestnut…haired youth with the ruffled shirt answered a final blast from the older woman with a whined 〃