Crystal Singer

CHAPTER 13

Waking up was a gradual and remarkably languorous process. Killashandra felt that she was unfolding in sections, starting with her mind, which sent out sleepy messages to her extremities that movement was possible again. She went through a long series of stretchings and yawnings, interspersed with rather wild and vivid flashes. At first, she thought them picodreams but then realized that all were from one viewpoint: hers! And she was overwhelmed by faces and applause and light flashing from the blackening crystal. An orgasmic sensation in her loins completed her unfolding and brought her to sharp consciousness and regret.

Those half dreams had been lovely echoes of the linkage with black crystal.

Crystal! She sat up in bed and nearly caught her head on the bedside shelf. She was on the wretched cruiser! She glanced at her wrist-unit, confirming it with the cabin time display.

'Three days! I've been asleep three days!" Antona had warned her.

Killashandra lay back, easing shoulder and tightening back muscles. She must have slept all three days in one position to have such cramps.

A soft scratching at her door panel caught her attention.

“Yes?”

“Are you awake, Guild Member?”

There were several answers she would have given if she hadn't recognized Chasurt's voice.

“You may enter.”

“Are you awake?”

"I certainly wouldn't be answering you in my sleep. Come in!'' As the door panel slid open, she added, "And would you ask Pendel if he can supply me with something decent to eat?"

“I will ascertain if food is advisable,” the man said, holding in her direction a diagnostic tool similar to Antona's.

"Not the stodge that's served in the cruiser's mess but liquid and fruit – "

"If you'll just be cooperative – "

"I am!" Killashandra felt that attitude rapidly changing. "This sort of sleep phase is perfectly normal – "

"We haven't been able to contact Ballybran for specific instructions – "

“For what?”

"Proper treatment of your prolonged coma – "

“I wasn't in a coma. Did you not check the printout in your own medical library? I want something to drink. And eat.”

"I am the cruisers meditech – "

“Who has never met a Crystal Singer before and knows nothing of my occupational hazards.” Killashandra had pulled on the nearest piece of clothing, her Guild coverall. Now she swung herself off the bunk and lurched past Chasurt, who made a vain attempt to grab her. “Pendell” Killashandra started down the corridor. She surprised herself that she could maneuver so readily after the exhaustion that had over taken her. The symbiont might take, but it also gave.

“Guild Member!” Chasurt was in pursuit, but she had the head start and longer legs.

She turned again, into the super's corridor, and saw Tic at Pendel's door, and then his head was visible.

"Pendel" I'm perishing for a glass of Yarran beer!" Please say you have some fruit left? And possibly a cup of that excellent soup you served me some time a hundred years ago?"

By the time she reached his door, Pendel handed her a half-empty glass of Yarran beer for one hand and a fruit for the other. She squeezed past him and Tic, leaving them to block Chasurt.

“There you are, Killashandra,” Pendel said, standing across the doorway so that Chasurt could not barge in. Tic moved staunchly in front of Killashandra as the second line of defense. “More fruit within hand. Now, Chasurt, don't get yourself knotted. Come with me, and you can add whatever nutrients and restoratives you feel are required to the soup I'm getting Killashandra. Put those stupid sprays back into your pockets. Crystal Singers don't ordinarily require any medication. Don't you know anything beyond space-freeze and laser burn?”

Pendel hurried Chasurt away, signaling Tic to close the door and stand guard. Killashandra had finished the beer and started on the fruit. She closed her eyes with relief as juice and pulp soothed her parched mouth. She ate slowly, an instinct imposed on her by the symbiont, which knew very well what it required after fasting. With distaste, she remembered the mad hungers of pre-Passover and was grateful that the affliction had waned.

“Ma'am? . . .”

Killashandra only heard the soft whisper because there was no other sound in the cabin but her chewing.

“Tic?” It was the first time the girl had addressed her.

«Ma'am – thank you for the crystal!» Tic blurted her words. «Comofficer let me speak with my mother on Copper. Right away. No waiting. No worrying that something's gone wrong and I wouldn't hear . . . Comoff says with crystals I can call Copper any time I want!» Tic's eyes were round and liquid.

“I'm happy for you, Tic. I'm happy for you.” Killashandra thought that response a little graceless on her part, but Tic's awed response embarrassed her.

The panel was suddenly whipped aside, and Tic tried not to fall into Killashandra's lap as Captain Francu, radiating fury, stood in the opening.

“My medic tells me that you have refused his assistance.” The cubicle was too small for his oppressive ma

"I do not need his assistance. I am a Crystal Singer – "

"While you are on board my vessel, you are under my orders – "

Killashandra rose, pushing Tic into the seat she had vacated, facing the captain with a wrath far more profound than his. From her thigh pouch, she produced the Guild ident and shoved it at the captain.

“Even you must recognize this authority!”

Pendel arrived at that moment, carrying a laden tray.

“Federated Sentient Planet Sessions authority!” Pendel gasped as he read, and the tray wavered in his grasp. “I've only seen one other.”

"You are clearly suffering from aberrant behavior following a period of deprivation – " the captain began.

“Nonsense. Hand me that tray, Pendel. Thank you.”

“Guild Member, attend me!”

“I am, but I'm also eating, as my body needs sustenance after my long rest.”

"You were in coma – "

“I was doing what all Crystal Singers do, resting after a difficult and exhausting assignment. And that is all I wish to say until I've eaten.”

“You are mentally affected, shoving an FSP authority at me to obtain food.” Captain Francu was sputtering now.

"That authority will be invoked as soon as I find out the nearest transfer station – "

"You are to remain on this cruiser until the Five Systems' Satellite – "

“I will remain on this cruiser only as long as it takes me to call up a shuttle or cutter or gig from the next system. And my authority permits me to do so. Right?”

“Right,” Pendel affirmed.

The captain glared at him and stared for a moment longer at Killashandra, speechless with suppressed anger. Then he turned on one heel and stamped down the corridor.

Tic was regarding Killashandra in white-faced perturbation.

“That's all right, now, girl,” Pendel said to her soothingly. “You will, of course, discuss this with no one no matter how you are pressed. I don't think Captain Francu will care to remember the incident.”

“How soon can I get off this ship? No offense to you and Tic, of course.”

Pendel edged himself in front of his keyboard and tapped a code. It took longer than usual for the display to start rippling across the screen, and there were only four lines.

“I wouldn't suggest that one. Drone tanker and primitive food supplies.” Pendel tapped again. The printout was denser. “Ah. We can arrange a transfer to a small but adequate change over station for a Selkite direct to Scoria. Ordinarily, I wouldn't recommend Selkites for any reason, but you'd be the only passenger in their oxygen life-support section.”

“Grand! I'll take it.”

“Means another three days aboard us.”

“I'll sleep a good deal of the time. Light meals when I need 'em.”