Perversely the weather stayed fair, but summer had Ballybran in its thrall and baked the Ranges.As they searched for crystal, they also looked for the deepest, most shadowy canyons in which to spend the night and get some relief from the unmitigated heat.
"I could almost welcome a storm," Lars said."Unless we can find some water, we're going to have to go back."
"No!Not until we find crystal."
He shrugged, but they did find water, a deep pool under an overhang where water had oozed out of the more porous rock and been collected in the shade.They filled the tank, then stripped and bathed, washing their clothing where a tiny stream trickled out of the pond.The relief was physical, not mental, but they were more in charity with each other than at any time since Bollam's voice had shattered their rapport.
Late the next morning Lars, whose turn it was to pilot the sled, spotted an almost invisible black and yellow chevron.
"What do you think?We cut here?" he asked.
"I don't remember, don't care, I'd even cut pink, so long's we cut something!"
"Eeny, meeny, pitsa teeny," and Lars aimed the sled sou'-sou'east to a narrow gorge with high walls on the north side.There was a V-shaped notch in the eastern lip."That looks familiar."
"It's a cut all right."She had both their cutters unracked before Lars landed the sled, and pausing only long enough to grab a water bottle, she half ran to the fracture, slipping on old shards to reach the site."It's the black, Lars, it's the black!"
Depression lifted from her, and she even remembered to be cautious as she climbed to the top of the shelf.Lars sang out a fine strong C, and she could feel the crystal's response even through the thick soles of her boots.She cut the first shaft, then struggled with Lars when he had to wrest it out of her hands, for it thralled her as black crystal usually did.She was weeping when she saw him nestle the black in the padded crate.He slapped her hard, three times across the face, and she leaned against him, grateful.
"It's all right, Sunny.It's all right," he murmured, caressing her hair briefly."Now, let's cut.For Lanzecki.He did like to see us bring in the blacks."
"Yeah, but he's not going to make me link 'em!No way will he talk me into linking again!"
She was figuring where to cut next, and how many they could get out of this fine black crystal, so she didn't see the peculiar way Lars looked at her.
Clodine gave them top market price on their five crates of black.There was enough for two planetary systems-if any could afford the price of black-crystal comunits-and some nice single pieces that might just chord into current installations as auxiliaries.Clodine was full of praise for their work.
"No one cuts the way you two do.I didn't realize singers could be so individual, but you are, you know," she said, slightly shy with embarrassment but sincere in her compliment.
"Where'll we go, Lars?"Killashandra asked."I think it's your choice."
"I think you're right," he replied, laughing.He was himself again, she knew, but she didn't know why she thought he hadn't been.
Back in their quarters, as usual she plunged directly into the tub while he updated his file.
"That didn't take you long," she said.It seemed only a few moments before he came into the room.Usually an update took him a quarter of an hour.
Still clothed, he was looking in a puzzled fashion at a printout.He held it so she could see the message.
"Report to Conference?What does Lanzecki want you to do now?"She hauled at his hand."You've got to bathe first.We reek!"She laughed because the smell of him could always arouse her no matter how rank he was.
"Lanzecki?"He sighed, his eyes sad, and she wondered what was wrong."I'd better go find out.This message is several days old."
"He can wait.He has before."
Lars peeled off the perspiration-stained and crystal-sliced overall."I'll shower.I'll be back as soon as I know what this means."He crumpled the message in a wad and lobbed it at the recycler.
"Oh, Lars!We've got to make plans…"
"You start. Just find us a water world that we haven't been to, Sunny," he said, but she sensed his tone was forced.
And so it would be, being required to report so immediately to Lanzecki after a month in the Ranges.Hot summer, at that.It would take several long baths to cleanse her skin of accumulated sweat and dust.Fardles, how she hated Ballybran in the summer.Even her hair had been baked off her head; she fingered the inch-short strands.No, the memory surfaced: they had cut each other's hair scalp-close at one point because they had been so hot and their hair so filthy.
She sank to her chin; the radiant fluid was heavy against her skin, drawing out the vibrations that seemed to throb in every pore.She was tired.She didn't know how Lars was finding the energy to answer Lanzecki's summons.She did remember to pull the shoulder harness from its alcove and get her arms through it.That way, if she did fall asleep, she wouldn't slip beneath the fluid.A singer could drown that way.She had too much awareness of danger to fall into that trap the way… She paused, unable to remember who it was who had been in danger.
She was just beginning to feel clean when Lars came swinging into the bathroom.He stood for a moment on the threshold, taking her in, and then began the grin she knew too well meant he was about to say something he knew she wouldn't like.
"There's a terminal patient waiting escort at Shankill, Killa," he said, drawling the words out.
She groaned."And you volunteered?Why does Lanzecki always pick on us?"
He pointed his index finger at her, lifting his eyebrows and grinning rather sheepishly, and she groaned again.
"He picked me again?"
An odd expression flashed across Lars's face, and his brows leveled again."I picked you."He strode over to the bath, hooking a towel in one hand as he passed the rack.He held it up to her."This is a real bad one.She wasn't diagnosed properly and the symbiont is the only chance she has."
Killashandra heaved herself out of the bath, ignoring the entreaty in his eyes and the set of his lips.She stalked to the shower stall, the radiant fluid sleeting off her body with every step.She turned the water shower on full blast.From the curtain of water she glared at him, turning slowly to be sure the fluid rinsed off completely.Slamming the lever in the opposition direction, she deigned to take the towel from his hand.And sighed.
"Does Lanzecki need singers so badly he'll recruit the moribund?" she asked flippantly, drying herself, deliberately making the actions sensual.Catching that same odd expression on her partner's face, she realized that dalliance was the last thing on his mind just then.
"She hails from a planet named Fuerte.I thought you'd be the best representative the Guild could send."
She caught the slight emphasis of the personal pronoun.A second flippant remark was on her lips when she sensed that Lars really wanted her to take this assignment.
"Shuttle's waiting, Killa," he said gently."She doesn't have much time."
"Shards!Why me?"She flipped the towel away, examining her body."I don't even have a recent scar to show off.I couldn't prove the positive rejuvenation of the symbiont.Much less," she added with a wry smile, "much less that I originated on Fuerte."
"She doesn't have much time."Lars gave her his one-sided grin though his blue eyes remained sad."And you're much better at Disclosure than anyone else I know."
Grumbling to herself, nevertheless Killashandra went to the closet and dragged the first clean shipsuit she saw, thrusting her feet through the pant legs, shoving her arms down the sleeves, and closing the front as she used her toes to hook boots from the floor.She jammed her feet into them.
"Where've they stashed her?"