Kris turned to face this new problem. ''You moved me without asking!''
''You have a ball tonight. There is much to do and no time to waste. Harvey suggested this suite.''
''Harvey's in on this.''
''His wife, Lotty, agreed.''
Which meant everyone living in Nuu House was backing this interloper. Drastic actions were called for. ''Jack, shoot this trespasser.''
Her security agent pursed his lips as he scratched his head. ''Don't think I can. They took that paragraph out of my job description last month after your old man freed the slaves.'' He offered his hand. ''I'm Jack Montoya. I didn't get your name.''
''Abby Nightengale,'' the woman answered, then lowered her voice. ''I was hired from an Earth agency. Did this planet just outlaw slavery?''
Kris started to bark a laugh, then realized this poor woman had traveled a hundred light-years to take a job on a world she knew nothing about. Could Kris have even done that?
''Rest assured, we are as modern as Earth in all our conveniences and vices,'' Jack told Abby, adding power to his words with one of his gentle smiles.
''They told me that when I signed the contract,'' Abby said.
''But you never can tell around the wild Rim of human space,'' Jack finished.
''Were you expecting your Princess in a fur bikini?'' Kris snapped, feeling less sympathy in the light of all Jack's concern for this new woman.
Abby looked Kris up and down. ''I had hoped her hair might be in better shape. Show me your nails,'' Abby ordered, took two quick steps, reached out, and held Kris's fingers up to the light. ''I guess it could be worse. At least you don't bite them.''
Kris yanked her hands back. ''I like me just the way I am. I don't need someone wasting their day making me who I'm not.''
Abby had no answer for that, or else she let Kris have the last say. Kris started to stomp down the hall to an open doorway on her right. Abby cleared her throat… and pointed to the left. Scowling, Kris followed the intruder. The door she opened was to one of the guest suites. A large sitting room opened to two smaller rooms, one a bedroom, the other a study that was in the process of being converted into a dressing room. Already its walls were hung with dresses that Kris did not remember buying. In a small corner hung her uniforms.
''I'll start your bath,'' Abby said.
''I can handle my own shower,'' Kris shot back.
The woman paused in the doorway to a very luxurious bath. Turning to Kris she said, ''You have pretty much handled things on your own for most of the last ten years, or so I'm told. You have a full schedule as an active duty naval officer and as a political show horse, otherwise known as Princess. I think I can help you if you will give me half a chance.''
Kris shrugged; the woman was stubborn. Maybe the best way out was through. Let the woman do what she was going to do anyway and find out for herself just how little Kris needed a… what… a mother hen. Mother had never been much of a mother; it might be interesting to see what this Abigail was good for.
While water ran in the next room, Kris disconnected from Nelly and settled her on the dressing table. The computer had been silent through all of this, intent on navel gazing or Aunt Tru's project, or maybe just too smart to get involved.
''Harvey says he'll bring up a supper tray in a half hour,'' Jack called from the next room. At least someone was giving her what she wanted. Defiantly naked, Kris strode into the bath. Abby offered her a hand into the tub; Kris ignored it and kept her own balance as she put a foot in. The water was warm. Very nice. As Kris settled in, Abby poured an aromatic liquid into the tub. Once Kris was in place, and a pleasant ''Aah'' had escaped her, Abby turned on the jets.
Kris's one experiment with jets and bubble bath had been a disaster. Whatever Abby used just turned into a pleasant, low foam. With gently pulsating water caressing her, scents relaxing her, Kris leaned back, but refused to let the moment waste away. Finding out what made this interloper tick was suddenly high on Kris's list of things to do today.
''So, what made you want to be…'' Kris could think of several descriptions of Abby's duties, all sharp with put-downs. She settled for ''this?''
''Have a job, rather than living on Earth welfare?'' Abby said through a smile with too much teeth.
''That wasn't what I said.''
''No, but isn't that what you Rim people think? Decadent Earth where everyone just parties.''
''Earth couldn't be the power it is if everyone was just looking for the next party,'' Kris snapped. She'd risked her life to keep Earth and the Rim from going to war. If anyone respected Earth's power, it was her.
''Harvey just brought up the mail,'' Jack called. ''Where do you want it?''
''Mail, as in snail?'' Kris called back.
''Two rather large packages. One weighs about ten kilos. Don't think even Nelly could handle that in storage.''
''Put them on the dressing table. I'll look at them later.''
''Okay,'' Jack said. ''I won't peek.'' He hurried past the bath door, a box under one arm, a large padded envelope held up to block his view through the door. Damn. Kris wouldn't mind if he took a peek once in a while.
On the way out, Jack did toss an unrepentant smile her way. Unfortunately, all there was for him to see was froth and suds.
''Nice guy'' Abby said, eyeing the door after Jack passed.
''Yep,'' Kris agreed. ''Hand me a towel. Let's see what the mail brought.''
Abby did, and didn't try to interfere with Kris drying herself. As Kris stepped from the tub, Abby wrapped her in a lush terrycloth robe. ''Where'd this come from?''
''After your mother's description, I told her I needed a budget for essentials and for your wardrobe.''
''So you're spending my money.''
''You really should spend a bit on things that matter rather than frivolous things like your personal computer.''
''Nelly saved my life today, and a boat full of shipmates. Nelly is nothing frivolous.''
''Your mother's words, not mine.''
''If you want to survive around me, you'll learn not to quote my mother.''
''So I noticed. Now sit down; your hair needs washing.''
''I washed it this morning.''
''I daresay you got it wet. Have you ever heard of conditioner? You know, that stuff that smells good.'' Kris found herself maneuvered into a chair beside an oversize washbasin. Before she could react, Abby had her hair sopping wet and was massaging in something that smelled like strawberries. Hair washing had never been so sensuous when Kris did it herself. By the time Abby was drying Kris's hair, she was almost willing to admit this Earth woman might be worth whatever Mother was paying.
Settled at the dressing table, Kris eyed her mail. The heavy box was from Grampa Al. Kris ignored it, strongly suspecting it held a first production sample of Uni-plex. The envelope was more intriguing. Its return address was Earth. ''This must be for you,'' she told Abby.
''It's addressed to Ensign Longknife,'' Jack said from the door where he and Harvey were waiting expectantly.
Kris pulled her robe tighter around herself and swiveled the chair to face them. ''So what is it?''
''We don't know. Will you open it, woman?'' Harvey snapped.
So Kris did. But a look inside didn't tell her that much. She poured the contents out on her dressing table, next to Nelly. The men came to peer over her shoulder.
Harvey was the first to grasp what they saw. He let out a low whistle. ''Is that what I think it is?''
Abby picked up a heavy gold and jewel-encrusted pendant. ''One of my employers,'' she whispered, ''was very proud of her ancestor who died in the Iteeche Wars. This hung in her living room beside a portrait of her great-grandmother. It's the highest award Earth can give, the Order of the Wounded Lion.''
''It's awfully big for a medal,'' Kris said, puzzled.
''You don't wear the Order like other medals, young woman,'' Harvey reproved her. ''This sunburst goes on your uniform breast pocket, or for really formal occasions, you wear the sash and use the medal to clasp the sash at the waist. Don't they teach you junior officers anything these days?'' He grinned.