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we do else the power light would indicate blue-blue-red rather than
the blue-blue-blue presently showing, and we would be using
converters, at a cost of an additional half-cantra the StandardЧpro-
rated to the Terran minuteЧfor the service." He drew a hard
breath, and attempted once more to leash his temper. That a mere
hireling should challenge him on so basic a drill! Did he look like a
fool?

The Terran nodded. "Right. So you coulda done it, though they
woulda likely hit you up for a higher charge unless you
remembered to tell 'em to orient from ventral instead of dorsal,
since this is a pre-1350 ship and they'd've mistook your protocol
'cause the lines look so new." He nodded again, possibly to
himself.

"If you got that much, you can move us around when we're locked
on to an outside bay in orbit somewhere. I'd right appreciate it if
you'll sit second for me, 'case we might need an extra pair of
hands or eyes somewhere down the road. Boss."

Pat Rin sighed, chilly in the sudden absence of his anger.

"Mr. McFarland, I am not a pilot, and my hands on the board would
be sufficient to frighten any honest ship-handler into an early
retirement. Yes, I know the protocols. Nearly all my kin are pilots. I
was myself tested for pilot. And I failed. Repeatedly. I am at a loss
as to how I might make this circumstance any plainer to you."

"Done just fine," Cheever assured him. "You're wanting me to
understand that you know what to do, you just don't do it fast
enough. That it?"

"Yes."

"OK. But there's stuff you could be helping me out withЧto both
our benefits. You know your equations, don't you?"

Gods, but didn't he. When he was a child, he had thought it a
gameЧUncle Daav, Cousin Er ThomЧeven Luken!Чwould throw
out a partial piloting sentence and applaud lavishly when he
completed it properly. On those occasions when he missed his
lineЧ often, at firstЧthey would gently recite the correct response,
and applaud again when he told it back without error.

He had done the same with his own child; teaching him the nursery
rhymes of pilotsЕ

Pat Rin looked up at the bulk of Cheever McFarland. Master Pilot,
he reminded himself, and sighed. "I know my equations, Mr.
McFarland. Yes."