on the ship. Then, they had all been strangers, and bored, and amused themselves by dodging the guards and doing things they were told not to do, harmless things, but forbidden thingsâlike even seeing one another, and meeting in secret places. They were all of them older, nowâsmarter, more suspicious. They were all more political: that, too.
Far
more political.
And it was just a year that had passed. But so very much had gone on.
And if he understood what his guests had told himâmost of the grown-ups that had let them come down to the planet had done it only in the hopes they would no longer get along, and that that would end the association for good.
He was sure that was why his parents had said yes to the idea.
He had figured that out early, without any help from anybody, the night after he had heard from his father that his associates from the ship were really going to be allowed to come.
His mother, who was really not in favor of humans at all, really,
really
hoped he and they would not get along. His mother already accused him of getting his ideas from nandâ Bren, as if that was badâhis
father
asked nandâ Brenâs opinion on a lot of things, so was that wrong?
He thought it was not.
His father might not
quite
be planning on them falling out with each otherâbut with his father,
everything
was politics, and maybe his father had notions of playing politics with the ship-captains, eventually, if it did work. At very least he was sure his father was just waiting to use the association, if it worked, or end the notion, if it failed.
But he had thought entirely enough about politics for one day. He just wanted his guests to
want
to come back again.
âAre you scared?â he asked, the old question they had used to ask each other, when they had been about to do something dangerous in the ship tunnels. âAre you scared?â
âHell, no,â Gene laughed, the light-hearted old answer.
âIs it true, Gene-ji?â That was
not
the old question.
âAre
you scared? There was danger at Tirnamardi. There will be danger where I am, in Shejidan. Are you scared?â
âAre we
stupid?
â Gene asked with a little laugh. âWe were scared when we got on the shuttle to come down here! Irene was so scared she threw up.â
âDonât tell that!â Irene protested.
âBut then she said,â Gene added, ââItâs all right. Iâm going!â And here she is!â
âWeâre all
scared,
â Artur said. âBut Reunion Station was more scary. The kyo blew up half the station and we didnât know when they were coming back to blow up the rest of it. Weâve got Captain Jase, weâve got his guards with us, weâve got your great-grandmother and nandâ Bren and Lord Tatiseigi, and all their bodyguardsânot to
mention
your bodyguards.
Theyâre
scary, all on their own.â
Cajeiri had not quite thought of Antaro and Jegari, Lucasi and Veijico as scary, but he did think they looked impressive and official, now that they all wore black leather uniforms and carried sidearms.
âWe donât know that much about whatâs going on,â Gene said, âbut it doesnât look like
youâre
scared.
Are
you?â
Cajeiri gave a little laugh, and measured a tiny little space with his fingers. Old joke, among them. âThis much.â
They laughed out loud. All of a sudden, on this train full of trouble, they laughed the way they had used to laugh when things had gone wrong and then, for no good reason, gone right again.
It was the first time he had felt what he had been trying all along to feel about them, all the way through the visit to Great-uncleâs house.
They were
his.
They were together. They were
all
feeling what he felt.
He drew a deep breath and ducked his head a little, because mani and Lord Tatiseigi would not approve of an outburst of laughter from young fools.
R. C. Farrington, Jason Farrington