“Davo Fillaneser? But of course, twice welcome. Come on up, Davo. Helva!” Niall’s clarion greeting had effectively silenced the babble and all eyes were on the newcomer appearing from the air lock. Davo smiled and so played up his entrance, bowing with such elaborate flourishes of nonexistent cape and hat, that everyone applauded.
“Fillaneser played Beta Corvi with Helva. Only he came back,” Niall said by way of introduction, and the actor was quickly surrounded. Davo cast a humorously despairing glance toward Helva, mouthing “I want to talk to you later,” as he was borne away. It wasn’t until after Niall mendaciously declared that Railly’d imposed a one o’clock curfew on his parties and started shoving people out the hatch as quick as the lift could make the trip, that Davo had a chance to approach Helva.
“Any chance of speaking to you, Helva?” “You mean, privily?” Davo nodded with a mirthless smile for her Shakespearean language.
“That is, if Niall can clear the deck …”
“Preferably of himself as well. Or is that too much to ask?”
Circumstances, in the persons of the triplets who helped to clean up the party debris, abetted Davo’s wish. Niall found himself, or so he said, obliged to be sure the girls had transport into the City.
“It is past pumpkin time for Cinderellas,” she said, and Niall commended her to Davo’s company, and disappeared with his giggling trio. “Does he mean to take on all three of them, Helva?” Davo asked.
“I’m under the impression that they’ve got something cooked up,“‘she replied, and then chuckled over her phrasing. How would Dobrinon interpret that Freudian slip?
Davo guffawed, so Helva decided he’d been told about the shish kebab episode. The actor’s laughter faded though, and he took to pacing around the lounge. Helva waited. The next line was all his. “I’d heard you’d paid off, Helva.”
“Great heavens to Betsy, does everyone in the Gal-axy know that?”
“You don’t know how many friends you have, Helva, who make it their business to keep track of you.”
“I’d heard you’d volunteered to go back to Beta Corvi for Dobrinon,” she said, starting her own offensive. Davo winced. “That’s when they were sending that manned test ship with the c-v drive.”
Helva laughed. “Just as well you didn’t go, Davo, you’d be coming back for the next nine years.”
“That wasn’t why I didn’t go, Helva. I copped out at the last moment. Did Dobrinon tell you that?” Davo looked directly at her now, and she could see the excited glitter in his eyes, the tenseness of his jaw mus-cles. “I turned coward. I couldn’t go through that again. As much as I wanted to find out how Kuria and Prane … and Chaddress were. Helva …” Davo’s voice shook with barely contained emotion, “is it true? That you’re being forced to go back?” The question tumbled out of his mouth and his tone was distraught. “How can they let you put yourself in jeopardy like that again? I mean, Helva, you have many important friends, powerful ones. All you have to do is let us know …”
Helva was so flabbergasted at Davo’s concern, at his suggestion that she almost laughed. “Davo, my very good friend, I am in no jeopardy.”
“Now, look, Helva,” Davo assumed a man-to-man stance, “I don’t care how many circuits are being tapped, who I have to buy or suborn, you-”
“Davo, where are you getting this notion from? Broley?”
“Broley?” Davo’s surprise suggested that the City Shell Manager was not his informant.
“No, I don’t guess you’d have any contact with the City Manager.”
“I have spoken with him. He goes to all the plays,” Davo admitted, “but not this trip.”
“Well, then, where did you get this wild notion that I’m in any danger?”
“It’s all over,” and Davo made an expansive gesture. “You can’t want to go back to Beta Corvi?” His convulsive shudder was not feigned; nor was the glint of terror in his eyes.
“Truthfully, no. But it’s the only way I’ll find out.” “Find out what, for the love of reason?”
“Oh, if the c-v drive works or will blow the cosmos to bits with the particular emissions, if our friends … exist. Take it easy, Davo,” she added gently as she saw the man working himself up to another explosion.
“Let’s say I’m willing to take a gamble … with my eyes wide open to the probabilities. Which do, after all, favor me. The stakes are high, and when you get right down to the welded seam, there’s more than that c-v drive to be vetted and lost souls accounted for. Tell me, in all this wild talk, what’s the gen on Niall Parollan?”
Davo looked uncomfortable for a split second, and then only hesitant. He took a sharp deep breath and regarded her frowningly. “I tell you, Helva, Parollan had a lot to do with our debriefing when we got back here after Beta Corvi. I liked what I saw of the man then. He had real sympathy for all of us-and he was very worried about the effects of the mission on you. Get right down to it, most of his questions during his interview with me had to do with you.”
Helva fondly remembered Niall’s abrasively diverting and restorative presence the night she’d come back … an empathy utterly shattered days later when he made known his opinion of her choice of Teron of Acthion as brawn: a well-substantiated opinion. “What I hear about Regulus City now …”
Davo summarized that in a long low whistle. “Tell me, what’s the betting on our length of partnership? On the success of our mission? On Railly’s making CW Council? And Breslaw hitting Chief?” With each of her questions, Davo’s eyes opened wider.
“Damn it, Helva, the whole tone about you and Parollan, not to mention those others, is so … so disgustingly commercial, so sordid, that I had to see you. What I heard doesn’t jibe with the Helva I know.”
“Or the Parollan you’ve met.”
“Right!”
“Do you agree that people under stress react more honestly than people in a party or gossip situation?”
“Certainly.”
“So. Don’t think I’m not highly flattered and touched by your concern, Davo. I am. But I think we, Niall and I, the NH-834, are a winning combination.”
“I certainly hope so, Helva. I certainly hope so.”
Amusement bubbled up in Helva. “I wish you’d read that line with more convincing sincerity, Davo.”
“I wish I felt it myself. I don’t favor this part for you, Helva. And I’m not alone. Remember, gal, all you gotta do is shout.”
“Shout in an ammonia-methane atmosphere?”
“Don’t tell me you want to play a return engagement there, Fillaneser?” Niall asked from the lock.
“No entrance cues, Helva?” asked Davo, annoyed.
“This team can’t operate on two levels, Davo, not and succeed.”
The actor nodded. He extended his hand to Niall. “I’ll wish goodspeed and a safe trip home, Helva, Parollan.”
That line did have the ring of sincerity. “You weren’t long about it,” Helva said, relieved by Niall’s return for several reasons she didn’t care to probe. Niall was peering out at the night, at Davo’s descent, so Helva left the lock open until he gave a snort and turned back to the lounge, frowning as he surveyed it.
“No, when I got to the gate, the Yerries had been refueling so I let them take the girls on in. Besides,” he stretched and yawned mightily, “I need my beauty sleep.” He bent down to scoop up a container tucked against the end of a couch, lobbed it toward the disposal chute, dusting his hands as his shot hit dead center. “And tomorrow, we skin you, m’love. And then …” He rubbed his hands with anticipation as he moved toward his quarters.
“Up, up, and away?”
“Yup!” He stripped and washed with his usual neat despatch and then lay on his bunk, hands clasped behind his head. “That was a real good bash,” he murmured, eyes closed, a happy smile on his face. “Good night.”