amc.killashandra-第9节
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required by economics to travel off…season and on the cheaper freight lines。 She had spent long hours preparing the right make…up for the part； affecting the demeanor of the very young； inexperienced adult and recalling the vocabulary and idiom of her student days。 So much had transpired since that carefree time that it was like studying for an historic role。 In such rehearsals； Killashandra found that time passed quickly。 Now if her wretched body would co…operate。。。
After nine hours of immersions over the course of three days； Killashandra achieved her goal。 She acquired a suitable modest wardrobe。 On the fifth day on the Bernard's World Transfer Station； in wide…eyed and breathless obedience to the boarding call； she presented her ticket to the purser of the FSPS Liner Athena； and was assigned a seat on the second of the two shuttles leaving the station to catch the liner on its parabolic route through the star system。 The shuttle trip was short and its single forward viewscreen was dominated by the massive orange hulk of the Athena。 Most of the passengers were awed by the spectacle； babbling about their expectations of the voyage； the hardships they had endured to save for the experience； their hopes for their destinations； anxieties about home…bound relatives。 Their chatter irritated Killashandra and she began to wish she had not posed as a student。 As the respected member of a prestigious Guild； she would have been assigned to the star…class shuttle。
However； she'd made the choice and was stuck with it； so she grimly disembarked onto the economy level of the Athena and located her single cabin in the warren。 This room was the same size as her Fuertan student apartment but； she told herself philosophically； she wouldn't be so likely to step out of character。 Anyway； only the catering and lounge facilities differed with the price of the ticket： the leisure decks were unrestricted。
The Athena； a new addition to the far…flung cruise line Galactica； Federated； was on the final leg of its first sweep round this portion of the Galaxy。 Some of the oh's and ah's that Killashandra breathed were quite genuine as she and other economy class passengers were escorted on the grand tour of the liner。 A self…study plex included not only the schoolroom for transient minors but small rehearsal rooms where a broad range of musical instruments could be rented … with the notable exceptions of a portable Optherian organ … a miniature theater； and several large workshops for handicrafters。 To her astonishment； the gymnasium plex boasted three small radiant fluid tanks。 Their guide explained that this amenity eased aching muscles； overcame space nausea； and was an economical substitute for a water bath since the fluid could be purified after every use。 He reminded people that water was still a rationed modity and that two liters was the daily allowance。 Each cabin had a console and vdr； linked to the ship's main puter bank which； their escort proudly told them； was the very latest FBM 9000 series with a more prehensive library of entertainment recordings than many planets possessed。 The FSPS Athena was a true goddess of the spaceways。
During the first forty…eight hours of the voyage； while the Athena was clearing the Bernard's World system and accelerating to transfer speed； Killashandra deliberately remained aloof； in her pose of shy student； from the general mingling of the other passengers。 She was amused and educated by the pairings； the shiftings and realignments that occurred during this period。 She made private wagers with herself as to which of the young women would pair off with which of the young men。 Subtler associations developed among the older unattached element。
To Killashandra's jaundiced eye； none of the male economy passengers； young or old； looked interesting enough to cultivate。 There was one absolutely stunning man； with the superb carriage of a dancer or professional athlete； but his classic features were too perfect to project a hint of his character or temperament。 He made his rounds； a slight smile curving his perfect lips； well aware that he had only to nod to capture whichever girl； or girls； he fancied。 Lanzecki might not have been handsome in the currently fashionable form but his face was carved by character and he exuded a magnetism that was lacking in the glorious young man。 Nevertheless； Killashandra toyed with the idea of luring the perfect young man to her side； rejection might improve his character no end。 But to achieve that end she would have had to discard her shy student role。
She discovered an unforgivable lack in the Athena's appointments the first time she dialed for Yarran beer。 It was not available； although nine other brews were。 In an attempt to find a palatable substitute； she was trying the third； watching the energetic perform a square dance； when she realized someone was standing at her table。
〃May I join you？〃 The man held up beakers of beer； each a different shade。 〃I noticed that you were sampling the brews。 Shall we bine our efforts？〃
He had a pleasant voice； his ship…suit was well cut to a tall lean frame； his features were regular but without a distinguished imperfection； his medium length dark hair plimented a space tan。 There was； however； something about his eyes and a subtle strength to his chin that arrested Killashandra's attention。
〃I'm not a joiner myself；〃 he said； pointing one beaker at the gyrating dancers； 〃and I noticed that you aren't； so I thought we might keep each other pany。〃
Killashandra indicated the chair opposite her。
〃My name is Corish von Mittelstern。〃 He put his beers down nearer hers as he repositioned the chair to permit him to watch the dancers。 Killashandra turned ever slightly away from him； not all that confident of the remission of resonance in her body； though why she made the instinctive adjustment she didn't know。 〃I hail from Rheingarten in the Beta Jungische system。 I'm bound for Optheria。〃
〃Why； so am I！〃 She raised her beer in token of a hand clasp。 〃Killashandra Ree of Fuerte。 I'm … I'm a music student。〃
〃The Summer Festival。〃 Then a puzzled expression crossed Corish's face。 〃But they have a Fuertan brew … 〃
〃Oh； that old stuff。 I might have to travel off…season and economy to get to Optheria but I'm certainly not going to waste the opportunities of trying everything new on the Athena。〃
Corish smiled urbanely。 〃Is this your first interstellar trip？〃
〃Oh； yes。 But I know a lot about traveling。 My brother is a supercargo。 On the Blue Swan Delta。 And when Mother told him that I was making the voyage； he sent me all kinds of advice〃 … and Killashandra managed a tinkling giggle … 〃and warnings。〃
Corish smiled perfunctorily。 〃Don't ignore that sort of advice。 Fuerte； huh？ That's a long way to e。〃
〃I think I've spent half my life traveling already；〃 Killashandra said expansively while she tried to pute how long she ought to have been traveling if her port of embarkation had been Fuerte。 She hadn't done enough homework。 Though she couldn't imagine that Corish would know if she erred。 She took a long sip of her beer。 〃This is a Bellemere； but it's too sour for me。〃
〃The best beer in the galaxy is a Yarran brew。〃
〃Yarran？〃 She regarded Corish with keener interest。 If Corish came from Beta Jungische； he was a long way from a regular supply of Yarran beer。 Killashandra's curiosity rustled awake。
〃The Yarran brewmasters have no peers。 Surely your brother has mentioned Yarran beer？〃
〃Well； now； it's possible that he has；〃 Killashandra said slowly； as if searching her memory。 〃But then； he told me so much that I can't remember half。〃 She was about to giggle again and then decided that； not only did her giggle nauseate herself but it might repel Corish and she wanted to satisfy this flicker of curiosity about him。 〃Why are you traveling to Optheria？〃
〃Family business； sort of。 An uncle of mine went for a visit and decided to bee a citizen。 We need his signature on some family papers。 We've written several times and had no reply。 Now； he could be dead but I have to have the proper certification if he is； and his print and fist on the documents if he isn't。〃
〃And you have to e all the way from Beta Jungische for that？〃
〃Well； there's a lot of credit involved and this isn't a bad way to go。〃 He enscribed a half circle with his beaker； including the ship as well as the dancers； and smiled at Killashandra over the rim as he sipped。 〃This Pilsner's not all that bad； really。 What have you there？〃
She went along with Corish's adroit change of subject and with the beer sampling。 Although singing crystal brought with it an inexhaustible ability to metabolize alcohol without noticeable affect； she feigned the symptoms of intoxication as she confided her fake history to the Jungian； whenever necessary embellishing her actual experiences at the Arts plex。 Thus Corish learned that she was a keyboard specialist； in her final year of training； with high hopes that the Optherian Festival would provide her with sufficient data for an honors remendation。 She had credentials of sufficiently high caliber to gain entrance into the Federal Music Conservatory on Optheria where she hoped she'd be allowed to play on an Optheri
