"Miller,.Steve.And.Lee,.Sharon.-.Liaden.Universe.01.-.Conflict.Of.Honors.v1.1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Miller Steve)meant little more than scullery maidЧto General Crew, and then
into cargo handling. Among her goals was a pilot's certificate, though certainly there was no hope for furthering that aim while on Daxflan. The Trader's room was locked; no voice bade her enter when she laid her hand against the plate. So, then. She shook her head as the 1100 bell rang. She would be short of sleep this shift. The captain, she decided, would do as well. She continued down the hall toward the bridge, then paused, hearing voices to her rightЧa man's, raised in outrage; a woman's, soothing. Priscilla turned her steps in that direction, Shelly's envelope heavy in her hand. The door to the Liaden lounge was open. Heedless, Sav Rid Olanek flung the paper at his cousin, Captain Chelsa yo'Vaade. "Denied!" he cried, the High Tongue crackling with rage. "They dare! When all my life I have left this finger free to bear only the ring of a Master of Trade!" He waved gem-laden fingers also at Chelsa, who blinked, automatically cataloging Line-gem, school- gems, Clan-gem among the glittering array of others less important to Sav Rid's melant'i. "They say you might reapply, cousin," she offered hesitantly. "You need only wait a Standard." "Bah!" Sav Rid cried, as she might have known he would. "Reapply? That for their reapplication!" He snatched the letter back and rent it twice before flinging the pieces away. "They think me unworthy? They shall be schooled. We shall show them, Daxflan and I, how it is a true master of the craft goes about his business!" He turned then, eyes catching on the shadow at the door. "You, there!" he snapped in Trade, crossing the room in four of his short strides. "What is it, Mendoza?" Priscilla bowed, offering the envelope. "I did not wish to disturb you, sir,Ф she replied in Trade, "but Shelly van Whitkin bade me give you this." "So." He tore the envelope open, glanced at the paper with no great interest, and fingered the coin idly before slipping it into his belt. One cantra, Priscilla saw, her stomach sinking. A sum so far beyond her resources that it was absurd to consider following Shelly's example. She might, she supposed, jump ship, but the |
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