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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