36
The messenger from the Roman pickets brought word to Gwen Tremaine just as the True Sun rose. A skyship had been seen.
She put on a robe and covered her hair with a snood, and went to her office before she had tea.
"It was as you ordered, lady," the decurion said. "We watched the hills, and we saw it descending, not so bright as a star. I have never seen its like before."
"Few have," Gwen said.
"The cohort now searches those hills for any gifts the sky-folk may have left. If we find any, we will bring them to the University. Have you more orders, lady?"
"No. Thank you, Decurion." She opened a desk drawer and took out a bag of coins, and shook several into her hand. "Buy wine for your unit, and say they have done well."
"Thank you, lady."
As the Roman left, Marva brought tea and biscuits.
"Join me," Gwen said. She indicated a chair. Marva sat and poured the tea.
"It is good news, Lady Gwen?"
"I don't know, Lady Marva. I truly don't know."
This is my life, Gwen thought. To be in this office, to govern this University. To teach these people, and watch as their lives improve. It is my life. She twisted her fingers together. This must endure. I've got to do something. Did it really land? And who?
Suddenly she stood, gulped her tea, and ran to her apartment on the floor below. What should I wear? There's nothing here- By mid-morning she'd turned her closets into chaos, and brought both Marva and herself to tears. Get hold of yourself, girl! Suppose it is Les. Do you want him to see you like this? Send Mary for a stiff drink. Two, she deserves one for herself. And put on your regular working gown. It's the best you have except for the blue one Larry gave you, and that's too formal for daytime- And the children! If it's Les he'll want to see his son.
And if it's a Shalnuksi executioner? It can't be- "Lady Marva?"
"Yes, my lady?"
"Have Nurse take the children to the Roman f or-tress. She's to keep them there until I send for them. You go with them."
"Is there-do you fear the sky-folk?" Marva asked. "But will they not be like-the others we have known?"
"I don't know," Gwen said. "And I'm afraid-"
"I will see to the children," Marva said. "Then I will return."
"No! Stay at the fortress-"
"My lady, not even the fortress will prevent us from skyfire. My husband told me that many times. But I can ask the commandant to send the children beyond the hills-"
"No, that's silly," Gwen said. "There will be no skyfire. All the same-do have Nurse take the children to the fortress."
There was a knock at her office door. "Come," she called.
Larry Warner came in. "First time ever," he said. "Nobody in your outer office. Why?"
"I sent-"
"Never mind. I know," Warner said. "The Romans sent word. They're on their way in now."
"Who?"
"Cap'n Galloway, Lady Tylara, and a starman."
"A starman?"
"Yeah. All human. I described the Shalnuksis to the centurion, and he said it surely wasn't one of them."
"Larry, you shouldn't have described-"
"Oh, shove the secrecy up sideways! It's their planet, they have a right to know what's threatening it!" He gripped his hair with both hands.
"You'll be as bald as Telly Savalas if you go on doing that," she said. She giggled despite herself.
"Good to see you laugh," Warner said. "Now you keep your head and let me worry about mine." He drew his binoculars from beneath his professorial gown. "They ought to be just about at the town gates," he said. "Should be able to see 'em from your balcony there in a minute. Gwen-it's probably Les."
"I know."
"What'll you do?"
"That's what I don't know." She eyed him warily. "Are you about to give me advice?"
"No, ma'am." He winked at her. "You have to play this hand yourself, and I don't need to say it's important. Naw, all I was going to say is if you need somebody to watch your back, I'm available. I won't draw on the Captain for you, but short of that-"
"Larry, that's sweet of you."
He laughed. "Now that's just what a tough merc turned professor wants to be told," he said. "Sweet, for God's sake!"
She'd sent Larry away, and was alone on her balcony as the party rode in: a dozen Romans, Rick and Tylara, and a third who sat his horse like a sack of potatoes.
He can't do everything.
He can blow your University right off the map.
They dismounted and entered the building. She went back into her office and stood near the desk. What can I say? What do I want to say? Why- Too late for thought. There were sounds outside, then her door opened.
He came in alone. Over his arm he was carrying- "Oh, no!"
She'd imagined this meeting for two years. She'd thought of being haughty. Imperious. Sexy and seductive, at least as much so as she could be. Tearful. Scornful. Cool, the University Rector.
She'd never imagined that she'd collapse in laughter. She threw back her head and roared, and had to lean against the desk for support.
He held his smile until she was finished. "Well, you did ask if I would buy you a grass skirt," he said. "So I got you the best I could find." Then his control gave way, and he began to laugh, and she joined him, and they kept each other howling. Whenever one would slow down, the other would point to the skirt and they began again, and…
And then he was close to her. She wasn't sure what happened next. She didn't think she'd moved -toward him, but there she was, and his arms went round her, and their lips met.
"Les-"
He didn't answer. He didn't need to. He held her in an iron grip, but-there were tears in his eyes, and suddenly everything was the way she'd dreamed it might be, back when she had good dreams.
The grass skirt fell to the floor.
Rick's apartment was on the top floor of the University guest house, and the window looked out across the quadrangle to the town beyond.
In the traditional manner of Roman soldiers, the University cohorts spent much of their time building. The Roman camp was surrounded by coal-fired baths. A line of stone buildings was springing up next to it, while on the campus itself the Roman engineers had laid chalk lines to mark a new quadrangle.
The University was growing, but the sight could not cheer Rick. The ax would fall, and all too soon.
Meanwhile, he had a kingdom to administer. He hefted a stack of reports the Roman clerks had brought in. They had arrived by the Express Post that morning.
The most interesting was Art Mason's report.
"The Westmen are moving north as agreed. It won't be long before they're out of our territory altogether, and the only question will be whether they take on Margilos or the Five Kingdoms."
Tylara read over Rick's shoulder. She laughed haughtily. "If the Westmen attack Margilos, there will be fewer Westmen to reach the Five Kingdoms. They are as mad as the Westmen, those warriors of Margilos. And I think the Westmen know this."
"Good enough," Rick said. "So they'll go past Margilos and on into the Five. That ought to keep the High Rexja busy for long enough to get this Roman alliance firmed up. Once Ganton marries Octavia-"
"Um-hummm," Tylara said. "Did you arrange for the Romans to hail our Wanax as Imperator?"
"No, ma'am, he got that one on his own."
"You surprise me. True, I had not thought to arrange it, but when I heard, I believed you had. Perhaps Yatar does watch over us more thoroughly than we know."
Rick turned back to Mason's letter and read aloud. "Wanax Ganton proposes Ben Murphy as bheroman at Westrook. The late Bheroman Harkon left a six-year-old kid, but Honeypie has just about adopted the kid, and she and Murph will be married as soon as he gets your consent, which I'd advise you to give. I think Murph can do a good job of holding the plains here. He likes it."