"You sent for me, Togay?" the newcomer asked the tallest reaver, whose strong-boned features stood out in the harsh light.
"Yes, Leie," the commanding presence said in an educated, Caria City accent. "I am afraid it's out of my hands, now. You are to be kept under confinement until the alien is found, and thereafter till we sail."
Maia's sister had her face turned away from the light. Still, her shock and upset were plain. "But Togay, I explained—"
"I know. I told them you're among our brightest, hardest working young mates. But since the events on Grimke, and especially tonight—"
"It's not my fault Maia escaped! Isn't it enough she died for it? As for the prisoner, he just disappeared! I wasn't anywhere near—"
Baltha's companion cut in. "You was seen talkin' to the Outsider, just like your sister!" Riss turned to Togay and made a chopping motion. "Like seeks as seeks like. Ain't that what they say? You may be right 'bout her bein' no clone, an' I guess she don't smell like a cop. But what if she wants revenge for her twin? Remember how she was against us tuckin' in Cojsh an' his boys? I say drop her in the lagoon, just to be safe."
“Togay!" Leie cried imploringly. But the tall, strong-jawed woman looked at her sternly and shook her head. With an expression of satisfaction, Baltha motioned at the two guards, who stepped alongside the fiver and took her elbows. Leie's shoulders slumped as she was led away. All seven women descended the southward set of stairs, leaving behind a dusty, silent emptiness.
Creeping as quietly as possible, wary of the betraying reach of shadows, Maia followed.
A single electric cable continued down to the lower level, bulbs spaced far apart. Maia let the reavers and their captive get some distance ahead before hurrying after in short bursts, ducking into dark doorways whenever any of the women seemed to even hint at turning around. After they passed into a side corridor, she sped at a dead run, stopping at the edge to cautiously peer around.
The group halted at the first of several metal-bound doors, where stood another pair of guards. This time, one of them was armed with a vicious-looking firearm, the likes of which Maia had seen only once before in her life. This was no hunting rifle, being misused in pursuit of human beings. Rather, it was an automatic killing machine, built for spraying death in mass doses.
There was low conversation, a rattling of keys. As the door flung open, Maia glimpsed figures within, stirring in surprise. Her sister was shoved through. A reaver laughed. "Be nice to yer new friends, virgie. Maybe you can shuck your nickname b'fore drownin' with 'em!"
"Shut up, Riss," Baltha said, while Togay locked the door. Then, all except for the second pair of guards, they filed twenty meters or so down the hall, into the chamber next door. From an angle, Maia saw ranks of benches lining one wall of the room. Baltha and the others could be glimpsed walking around inside, frustration evident on their faces each time they reappeared in view. Shouts of anger and recrimination could be heard. One time, Baltha's voice rang out loud enough for Maia to make out clearly, "Back in the city aren't gonna be happy about this. Not happy t'all! …"
Maia was concentrating so hard, she only noticed the sound of footsteps after they echoed behind her for some time. Her hackles shot up when she realized, turning around quickly, ready to run. A single form could be seen approaching, entering and leaving succeeding pools of light. It soon manifested as a heavyset woman with a pocked complexion, whose reddish hair was bound by a like-colored bandanna. She carried a bucket in each hand, and wore a broad grin along with a stained apron. The smile kept Maia stationary, frozen with indecision.
"Zooks, you don't haveta perch so close, ya little query-bird. I could hear 'em arguin' all th' way to the main hall! What're they up to now? Found their man o' smoke, yet? Or do they plan t'keep us up all night, lookin'?"
Maia forced a smile. Pretending to be her sister would work only until word of Leie's arrest spread … a matter of minutes, at best.
"All night it is, I'm afraid," she answered with what she hoped was the right note of blithe resignation. "What's in the buckets?"
The reaver shrugged as she drew near and set the pails down with a sigh. "Supper for th' vrils. Late 'cause of the excitement. Some say what's the point, given the luck planned for 'em. But I say, even a man oughta get fed 'fore joinin' Lysos."
Maia's nostrils flared. Time was even shorter than she had thought. As soon as the scullery drudge entered the prison cell and saw Leie, all would be lost.
"I know why yer here," the older woman confided, moving a little closer.
"Oh yes?" Maia's hand crept toward her belt.
A wink. "You're, hopin' for clues. Peep on th' boss women, then off quick, after the reward!" The middle-aged var laughed. "S'okay. I was a younger, too — full o' frosty notions. Ye'll get yer clanhold yet, summer-child."
