Nimisha's Ship

EPILOGUE

How do they keep going?" Jon asked in a weary voice, flapping a hand in the direction of the music still coming from the arena. That there were unusual sounds made by alien instruments and alien throats adding to the volume seemed only appropriate.

"You know how they love celebrations," Nimisha said, leaning her head on his shoulder. Her bare right foot touched his. She had long since removed her finery, including her Necklace, and her hair, though still braided, hung down on either side of her shoulders.

"It could go on all night," Casper said, glancing down at Syrona, who was fast asleep, head on his shoulder, both hands curled about his upper arm. They were dressed in the more comfortable summer gear and occupied one of the two long couches.

They had all changed out of their formal dress uniforms, and found enough extra sarongs for Kendra, Caleb, lan, and Cherry, who were the other occupants of the Fiver's main compartment.

Although the table near Cater still displayed celebratory viands, most of the debris of a fine feast had been cleared away.

"Night's nearly over," Kendra remarked into the silence that had followed Casper's observation.

"So the celebration goes on all tomorrow-or today, since it's already today," Casper said, lifting a hand briefly and letting it fall back across his leg. Syrona murmured sleepily and snuggled in.

"I should try and get some sleep," Nimisha said in an apathetic tone.

"Why?" Jon turned his head toward hers. Her face was tilted against his shoulder; they were stretched out on the other long couch. "The Sh'im ladies are on duty. They cope. In fact," he added, fatigue slowing both thought and remark, "from what Cherry there said, they consider it a very respectable occupation."

Cherry opened her eyes. "Tim helped, but I got a lot of good detail of how they run their communities. Two years growing up, ten years producing, and the males are just as involved in the process as the females. Then, with any luck, they've got another fifteen or twenty to do what they want to: hunt, develop skills, build, and decorate… I crawled into one or two of the caves this afternoon and they have murals-they make all their own pigments, you know." She paused, sighed, and picked up her narrative. "Seems like there was some kind of competition that Ook, Ool, Ay, and Bee referred as to which females would be allowed to assist the I'l'iliti."

"I thought that referred to the shaggy grazers," Casper said, rousing slightly in surprise.

"It now applies to you as well, but it's said in a different pitch and with much affection," Cherry said with a slightly smug smile.

"I thought I recognized several different Sh'im going in and out," Nimisha said, trying to focus tired eyes on Cherry across the lounge.

"Probably. There were so many applying for the job that I guess they've been split into shifts," Cherry said. "I'll have to check with Tim tomorrow, but that's how I figured they must have worked it out."

"Casper," Syrona roused enough to ask, "where is Timmy?"

Casper inclined his head. "Outside."

"He is dancing," Helm said, "with young Sh'im."

"Oh," Syrona murmured. "Thanks, Helm." She resettled her self against Casper. "I still can't get over him appropriating the Acclarke furniture."

Jon and Caleb both chuckled.

"Escorias has taken most of the blame for that," Jon said. "Tim evidently asked Globan to explain what he'd done wrong. He and Tim had been working on the platform for the Sh'im to use at the Necklacing before the Acclarke left. Tim thought the couches would be nice. So Escorias showed the Sh'im how to undo the bolts."

"That's a relief," Syrona said. "I'd hate to think we had encouraged him in-" She paused.

"In taking ways?" Nimisha asked, grinning.

"Colonial recycling," Jon said firmly, waggling a finger at her.

"The boy shows great initiative," Kendra said approvingly. "We could always give him Junior Officer training."

"With Cuiva showing him the ropes?" Jon asked.

"The very person to do so," Caleb murmured.

There was a companionable silence for a few moments, until Nimisha spoke again.

"You know," she began, "while it's good to know my dam has taken charge of Rondymense-" She couldn't help a giggle over that."-we are going to have to figure out some way to shorten the long haul from here to there. Is that why they're letting you stay on here, Caleb?"

Caleb grinned sleepily. "You figured it out, did you?" But he turned his head just slightly to catch Jon's eye and Svangel nodded with a little smile.

"Finally. Does she have an attache, too?"

"Well, he's there more to assist Jeska, who's got a good grip on design, too-"

"She should," Nimisha interjected with a snort. "I taught her all I knew, and Hiska likes her. So did all the other department heads once they figured out how smart she was."

"Didn't take them long," Caleb said, "once they saw how she rushed Five B through to completion."

"And that reminds me," Nimisha said. "It's confusing to have two Fives. They need names."

"They do," Syrona said, rousing again. "Said so this afternoon to Jon."

"Do I still own them both, Caleb?" Nimisha asked.

"You certainly do. Lady Rezalla had to give me official permission to remove Five B from the Ship Yard to make our getaway."

"Good. That settles that," Nimisha said. "I'd like to name this one"-she pointed one finger downward-"the Querine-Weleda."

Syrona sat up, wide-awake, and Jon turned to regard Nimisha with bemused admiration.

"Oh, that would be such a fitting tribute to them," Syrona said, her voice thickened with emotion. "They were a very dedicated pair."

"And what name have you decided on for the Five B?" Caleb asked, though by the expression on his face, Nimisha rather thought he'd guessed.

"It's not just filial respect that's involved, but gratitude for all she's connived at behind the scenes to be sure we get to keep what we've made. It's also letting my mother as she so often does, have the last word." Nimisha grinned. "I officially declare that the Five B is now the Lady Rezalla."

Anne McCaffrey is one of the world's most popular authors. Her first novel was published in 1967. Since then, she has written dozens of books, of which there are more than twelve million copies in print. Before her success as a writer, she was involved in theatre. She directed the American premiere of Carl Orff's Ludus de Nato Infante Mirificus, in which she also played a witch.

Anne lives in County Wicklow, Ireland, in a house of her own design, Dragonhold-Underhill, so named because she had to dig out of a hill to build it. There she runs a private livery stable, raising and training her beloved horses for horse trials and show jumping.