Jo Clayton - Fire in the Sky

“From a battle that didn’t need to happen to a fizzle in court.”

Aslan turned from the city, dropped a hand on Shadith’s arm. “Not really, Shadow. Helvetia set their grip on Chandava Minerals where it’ll hurt the most. Blood money to Yaraka Pharmaceuticals. Endangerment recompense to University for the Endowment. And Chandava is barred from University for ten years. Those aren’t small things.” She smiled. “Something you don’t know. An hour ago the Regent’s Rep got me to a privacy alcove and gave me some messages. First, you get your stock. Two shares, not one. And the Regents are putting a commendation on your record. And Burya Moy says get your tail back home, he’s seen the flake of the Eolt Requiem and he wants you working on a polished version soonest.”

Shadith watched the colors start to glow in the Darklands. University pulled at her for a moment, but only a moment, because she’d been happy there. No more. Bйluchad had taught her that. Music was as necessary as breathing, but it wasn’t enough to fill her life. “No,” she said. “When I get back from Quale’s place, I’m going to work for Digby. It’s all arranged.” She listened. “That’s my shuttle. Thanks, Aslan. You did me a favor when you brought me to Bйluchad. Greet Maorgan for me when you go back, tell him I may drop by again one day to hear the songs he’s made.”

She worked the strap of the harpcase over her shoulder and walked away without looking back.