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She moved toward the hall, and Aelliana perforce went with her, finding to her dismay as they approached the house's entrance hall that she was still carrying the lady's book.

A shadow moved to the the right of the door: Mr. pel'Kana, coming to unlock for them.

“Lady. Pilot. A pleasant day to you both.”

“Thank you, Mr. pel'Kana,” said Anne Davis, sweeping out the door with a stride even longer than Daav's.

Aelliana paused, and pressed the book into the old man's hands.

“Please,” she said, “if it is not too much trouble—would you put this on the stair? I'll carry it up with me when I return.”

“I'll take care of it, Pilot,” he said solemnly. “Never fear.”

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Liaden 11 - Mouse and Dragon

Chapter Twelve

If honor be your clothing, the suit will last a lifetime.

—William Arnot

“Here we are,” Anne Davis said, pausing on the walk before a crystal-laced gate.

Beyond the gate was a tapestry of tiny flowers, shy among glossy green leaves and interwoven with pinpoint lights. At the garden's foot was a door and a large window, half-hidden by an artful rain of crystal and leaf. To Aelliana's eye it looked—expensive. In fact, the whole street looked expensive, hardly a shopping district at all, and certainly not a street where a daughter of Mizel ought to be looking for a few shirts and some serviceable pants. Why, even Voni's most expensive marriage-clothes had been bought ready-made, and adjusted by the in-shop tailor!

“I—your pardon,” she said to her guide, distress plunging her into Liaden, when they had been happily conversing this last hour in Terran.

Anne looked down at her. It seemed to Aelliana, feeling her cheeks warm, that her companion was—amused. Doubtless, she came here often; this shop one of her favorites. It would be instinct, would it not, to bring a new acquaintance in need of clothes to one's favorite shop? And it would be an impertinence to call the judgment of one's host into question. Yet, how much more distressing to find that the guest could not meet her debts?

“I feel,” she said slowly, “that I cannot afford anything that might be on offer here. My needs are modest. Quite modest,” she added, firmly.

Her companion nodded easily.

“I understand perfectly,” she said in Terran. “The first time I was here, I thought I'd melt into a puddle, I was so embarrassed. There I stood, great, hulking gel that I am, wearing not much more than my socks, and not a cash card to hide behind. I couldn't remember when I'd been so unnerved—and all for nothing! By the finish of it, I was almost enjoying myself.”

“Yes, but—” Aelliana ran her thumb across the tips of her fingers; the hand-talk sign for cash.

“No, now, lassie, you mustn't worry about money.” Anne put a gentle hand on Aelliana's shoulder. “You've plenty for this. The delm's orders to me were to find you a 'suitable' wardrobe, since you'd come away without. We can outfit you here with everything you need. They'll measure you, take note of your wants, put it all together and send it! In the end, it's much less tiring than going through half-a-dozen shops, looking for something ready-made that will do. Now.” She tipped her head toward the expensive door. “If you find you don't like the place, after we've gone in, just give me a wink and we'll go elsewhere. Is that fair?”

It did seem a reasonable compromise between her own misgivings and the task given Anne by her delm.

Anne's delm.

Aelliana looked up into the other's face. “Daav doesn't pay for this, does he?” she demanded, shocked at how rudely the question fell on the ear. How did Terrans manage without mode to clarify intent?

Anne, however, appeared to have no trouble understanding that the object of Aelliana's concern was not herself.

“Daav isn't paying for this,” she said calmly, and opened the gate.

It was as Anne had said: measurements were taken with such graceful efficiency that Aelliana scarcely cared about the necessity of disrobing before a stranger. After, she was given an undressing gown almost as nice as the green one Daav had sent to her. Tea and biscuits were served while she answered questions about her preferred colors and fabrics, and her usual occupations.

“My needs are quite simple,” Aelliana explained. “A scholar is expected to show respect for her students; and a pilot, respect for her ship. Beyond that, my occupations are research, and writing.” She glanced up at the frame, where a seemingly endless series of elegant clothing and cloaks faded into and out of existence.

“I fear that I bring no honor to your enterprise,” she said, as a particularly entrancing lady appeared in the frame, wearing a midnight blue dress, its bodice cut low and its full sleeves slashed with silver.

The tailor followed her glance. “That dress would become you extremely, Pilot. You have a good eye.”

“But no need at all for a such a garment,” Aelliana said hastily.

The tailor smiled, made a note on her pad, and inclined her head. “If you will excuse me, I must consult my database. Please, enjoy some more tea. When you are ready, you may dress and find me with Lady yos'Galan in the reviewing room.”

Aelliana frowned as the order scrolled across the low screen. Surely, she did not need a dozen shirts? Beside her, however, Anne Davis inclined her stately head and murmured, “Yes, excellent” and “Very good.”

“A cloak?” Aelliana exclaimed as that item scrolled past, accompanied by Anne's approving murmur. “I have no need of a cloak!”

The tailor extended a hand and froze the list in place.

Anne turned to Aelliana.

“The word I had from the delm was that you were to have a complete wardrobe,” she said mildly. “A complete wardrobe includes at least one cloak.”

Aelliana considered her closely. She seemed, now as she had from the start, to be a sincere and open-mannered lady, intent on doing what she had been bid by her delm. It bore recalling, she told herself, that Anne's delm had also begged Aelliana to allow herself to be guided by the lady's judgment. Anne, more than Aelliana, knew the cost of things from this emporium where she was plainly a valued client. And Anne had assured Aelliana that she could afford what she purchased here, knowing that her purchases would include . . . a cloak.

“Thank you,” she said, slowly. “I am . . . not accustomed to going about in the world.”

“That is entirely understandable,” Anne said, and looked to the patient tailor.

“I approve the suggested items for purchase,” she said easily. “Please send them to Trealla Fantrol.”

“Certainly, Lady.” The tailor inclined her head deeply. “They will be with the pilot no later than tomorrow morning.”

“That is well, then,” Anne said, briskly. “Thank you for your consideration.”

The tailor rose and bowed. “Thank you, Lady—and you, Pilot—for your patronage. You honor my shop.”

Anne came to her feet, rising like a mountain into the day. She inclined her head easily. “Good day to you,” she said, and turned to Aelliana.

“I believe I could eat some lunch,” she said companionably. “Will you join me, Pilot?”

That, Aelliana thought darkly, was surely Daav's hand, but as it happened she was beginning to feel, just a little, hungry.

“I would be pleased to join you,” she said.

* * *

“If your lordship will review the documents, I believe you will find that a very satisfactory arrangement has been constructed with Bindan.” Mr. dea'Gauss passed the first folder across his desk and into Daav's waiting hand. “The Balance with Pilot tel'Izak will, I hope, meet with your approval. It was necessary to liquidate a small personal fund, your lordship; after deducting your lifemate's portion, and funding this Balance.”