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High Windows
By Lavie Tidhar
23 October 2006

For Philip Larkin

Part One:
Saturn/Escape
"You're not supposed to be here, kid."

He was old, at least thirty, with the bulky build of someone who'd spent some past time in high-g. His left
hand rested on his hip and the nails were bitten, the skin around them inflamed. His index finger was a
thing like gold and it made my heart beat faster when I saw it.

"I'd like to purchase passage on your ship. Sir."

The docks were empty. His was the single ship in the bay. Beyond the thick walls the always-present
windows showed Saturn, its own rings grander and richer than anything as tawdry as my feeble
human-made home. New Akra was like a cheap imitation of Saturn's rings, small and frail and chipped
like an old lady's wedding ring. I had had enough of both.

Grey eyes looked me over. Fine wrinkles coalesced around them. "You a runaway?"

He must have seen the answer in my eyes. "I want to leave New Akra."

Home. The word is like an unscratched sore. I thought of my mother, in her hydroponics garden, of all
the rotations of the Ring I had lived through so far. There is not much to do on a space Ring with your
nearest neighbour being a gas giant. I wanted to see new places. Anywhere would do.

He barked a laugh. "Can't blame you. Still, I can't take you. I'd get into trouble with the House of Justice
and my job depends on your people letting me trade here." He scratched an ear. "There're enough freight
ships between here and Titan could take my place."

"I can pay," I said, desperately. I had three hundred dinars, printed money, and I pushed them at him.

He didn't move to take the money. His gaze moved over my body again, more thoughtfully this time.
"Perhaps you can," he said at last, and waited until I nodded.

"Come with me."

He led me into the ship. It was a dark metallic triangle, blade sharp. Designed to go in and out of Titan's
atmosphere and still have near-space capabilities. My first ship. It smelled like old unwashed socks and
burnt food left in a small place for too long. Crew quarters were two small rooms enclosed in the belly of
the ship. The rest, unseen, wasтАФI imaginedтАФengines and cargo. The forward room was the control
room. The other was a small living area with a bed and a kitchenette.

He led me to the bedroom. When he spoke, his voice was very slightly changed, as if someone else was
using his voice for a moment. "Stay in there. Don't make a noise until we take off. Don't touch anything."

He closed the door on me. I stayed in place, afraid to move, and waited. A part of me shouted inside,