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University was situated.
The Interface went into his blank stare for a moment, checking the comnet, and then said in a normal tone, "They're
entering their reply now. A moment, and I'll fetch it for you."
"GoodтАФ"
"Nunin!" The Interface held up one hand. "There's something going into your file, a grant." His voice took on the
flatness Arshel associated with all Interfaces. "The Interstellar Cross-Species Archeological Society, through the
sponsorship of the Lantern Enterprises Affiliated Spe-cies Alliance for Progress, posts a full funding grant of six
million to Nunin and Madlain Lakely to develop the Sorges River site on Pallacin." He came back to himself and
repeated, "Six million."
Lakely was beaming. "We only asked for two! This is wonderful. Wait until I tell Madlain."
Arshel felt her world being flipped out from under her. Pallacin was almost half a year's travel from Camiat. What about
Dennis's plans to go to Camiat University?
Lakely glanced up at Dorsan. "With six million to spend, we can afford an Interface. Would you like to go with us?"
"I've found the work with you interesting and pleasant, but I'll go where I'm sent. If you require an Interface on
Pallacin, the Guild will provide one."
He spoke as if he had no personal opinion or existence. Arshel felt a deep chill and hoped that she'd never have to
work with an Interface.
"Well," said Lakely, "all these details can be dealt with later. What about the Ortenaus?"
With barely a blink, the Interface said, "They accept the job of decoding the tapes, and the University accepts the
offer of Lantern funds for the project. They've all signed the contracts."
Lakely said, "We/re just about wrapped up on Vrashin Island, then." And when the Interface had left, he looked up at
his son and then at Arshel. "I asked both of you hero because I have news. Dennis, your find has won you the Cuzco
ScholarshipтАФnot your lamentable grades, and not your passable paper on Vrashin, but your find! Your mother is so
proud of you."
"But it wasn't myтАФ"
Arshel interrupted, seeing at last something she could do for her bhirhir. "The Vrashin tapes will be a great credit to
the Lakely name. Dennis has worked so hard for that."
Dennis looked down at her, his face displaying emotions she couldn't name. But his father said, "The Cuzco will pay all
your expenses at the College of First Lifewave Studies at Camiat University. The timing is perfect. You can go back to
Firestrip to school while we begin work. In a few years, you'll be fully certified, and you can join us!"
Arshel said, "But to Firestrip, all alone?"
The elder Lakely said gently, "Arshel, you'll go with Dennis, of course. I've arranged passage for both of you. And
since we won't have to pay for Dennis's education, we can see to yours. Just pick your school."
With a flurry of determined activity, Lakely sent them to pack. Arshel had dreamed of leaving Vrashin some day, but
the precipitate reality left her shaken.
Dennis stopped on the path overlooking the edge of the pit. It was one of her favorite spots, just at the edge of the
tangled jungle foliage where she could feel the moist breath of the jungle and the dry heat of the sun at the same time.
There's nothing like this in the mainland moun-tains.

"Arshel, who told them it was my find? I never did. I never mentioned it on the Cuzco application forms!"
"I don't know who told them. The couple of times it came up while you were in the hospital, it just didn't seem
important. I assumed your father would take the credit as head of the dig."
"It must have been Dad." Dennis's mouth made a straight line under his nose. "Arshel, you don't mind!? Giving up the
honors and everything? It was your find. You sensed it was there; that's a real talent, Arshel. This could have
established you as one of the greats in the field."
"It's a Lakely find. Does it matter which Lakely?"
His smile transformed his face into something alien, but she knew that it meant that he was pleased. He'd have done
the same for Holtethor. He understood family, even if his father didn't.
Chuckling, he added, "You're too good to be for real. But I'm going to see that you get as much out of this as I do.
There's a school in Firestrip that can make you into the best archeovisualizer that's ever lived. I'll bet you've heard of