Glory Season

In fact, Maia had based it on very real tales from the Southern Isles. But the co

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The last greatflower fell astern, and both crew and passengers soon returned to the tedium of routine. To pass the time, Re

"That reminds me of a story," she responded, and went on to relate the tale of a sea captain who let his passengers frolic in a late-evening glory-fall, then fell asleep, ". . . only to waken hours later when the women had set fire to his sails!"

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"Hoping to get the men excited, too?" He looked apalled. "But . . . would it work?"

Maia stifled a giggle. "It's a joke, silly!"

She watched him picture the ludicrous scene, and then laughed aloud. At that moment Maia felt more relaxed than she had in — who knew how long? There was even a hint of what she had experienced back in her prison cell … of something more than acquaintanceship. It was good having a friend.

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"So," he said. "Do you want to help me get ready for another Life match? Captain Poulandres has agreed to let us try again. This time the other side has to wind the pieces, so we can concentrate on coming up with a new strategy."

Maia blinked at him. "You're kidding, right?"

"Y'know, I never imagined the competition version involved so many tricky permutations. It's more complicated than painting pretty pictures with a reversible Life variant, as I did with my set in jail. It'll be a challenge holding our own against even junior players."

Maia could not believe his penchant for understatement. Just when she thought she was starting to understand Re

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"If you think that, then you don't know much about men on Stratos!"

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"Mm," she replied noncommittally, finding a way to occupy her hands and eyes, folding the sighting rods of her sextant with meticulous care as he departed with a cheery goodbye. Maia felt irked and confused as his footsteps receded — as much by his obstinacy in continuing to play the stupid game as by the way he took her refusal so well.

I guess I should be grateful to have a friend at all. She sighed. Nobody's ever going to find me indispensable, that's for sure.

It turned out he needed her even less than she had thought. When lunch was called, Maia took Re

"So you see," he explained, gesturing from one corner the board to the other. "If you want to create a simulated ecology that'll do both things — resist invasion from outside while persisting in a self-sustaining ma

Don't tempt me, she thought in a flash of jealous temper. Which was silly, of course. Re

"Brought you the chef's special," she said, trying to maintain a light tone. "Of course, if anyone else is hungry . . ."

The other women shot her daggers. By unspoken agreement, two of them got up to fetch, so the rest could keep Re

They're the idiots, Maia thought, noting that other clusters of women could be seen following any ship's officer who stepped off the sacrosanct quarterdeck. All this had been provoked by the morning's glory fall. She doubted any of the vars actually wanted to get pregnant here and now. Not without a niche and bankroll to raise a child securely. Maia had seen women putting pinches of ovop leaf in their cheeks, as a safeguard against conception.

Even if pleasure was the sole objective, however, their hopes were ill-fated. Great clans spent fortunes entertaining men in winter, getting them in the mood. Without incentives, most of Manitou's sailors would choose whittling and games over providing exertive services free of charge. Well . . . I've seen exceptions, Maia admitted. But Tizbe Beller's drug was doubtless far too dear for rads to afford, even if they had the right contacts.

"Go on," one of the young women urged Re

She's acting stupid on purpose. Maia watched Re

Sure enough, Re

Maia felt a moment of triumph. His look meant he preferred her conversation to the others' close-pressed attentions, no matter that they were older, physically more mature. Naturally, his reaction would have been different in summer, when rut turned all men into —

Wait a minute. Maia stopped short suddenly. We talked about seasonal sexuality on Stratos. Deep-down, though, I kept assuming that it applied to him.

Does it, though? Would summer and winter have anything to do with what Re

Maia backed away, watching as the Earthman patiently described how the array of black or white cells crudely simulated a kind of "life." Despite the simple level of his explanation, he seemed intent to look only at the game board, avoiding direct contact with his audience. For the first time, Maia noticed a sheen of perspiration on his brow.

"They got plans for him, you know."

Maia whirled. A tall, fair-haired woman had come up from behind. The rugged easterner, Baltha, picked her teeth with a wood sliver and leaned against the aft capstan. She gri

Maia felt torn between curiosity and her dislike of the woman. "I know they need information, and advice from his ship's library. They want to know if something in it can help make Stratos more like other worlds."

Baltha raised an eyebrow. Perhaps the acknowledgment was mocking. "Information's nice. But I bet they seek help of a quicker sort."