“What should I do now?”

He had been studying her. She could tell that he, too, was moved by Fiona’s message, but his expression changed immediately.

“What should you do?” Tee repeated quizzically. “I am not in charge of your life. You must decide.”

Lunzie rubbed her temples. “For the first time in my life, I haven’t got an immediate goal to work toward. I’ve left school. Fiona’s given up on me. Who could blame her? But it leaves me adrift.”

Tee’s face softened. “I’m sorry. You must feel terrible.”

Lunzie wrinkled her forehead, thinking deeply. “I should, you know. But I don’t. I’m grieved, certainly, but I don’t feel as devastated as I ... think that I should.”

“You should go and see your grandchildren. Did you hear? They want to see you.”

“Tee, how will I get there now?” Lunzie asked in a small voice. “Where is the Ban Sidhe dropping us?”

“We are waiting for orders. As soon as I know, you will know.”

Captain Aelock had already received the Ban Sidhe’s flight orders, and was happy to share the details with Lunzie. “We’ve been transferred to the Central Sector for the duration, Lunzie. Partly because of the Admiral’s influence but also because it is convenient to our mission, we’re going to Alpha Centauri, then toward Sol. Would you mind if we set you down there? It’ll be our first port of call.”

Lunzie’s eyes shone with gratitude. “Thank you, sir. It takes a great load off my mind. I must admit I’ve been worrying about it.”

“Worry no longer. The Admiral was quite insistent that you should have whatever you needed. He’s very impressed with your skill, claims you saved his life. You can assist our medical officers while we’re en route. ‘No idle hands’ is our motto.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“With all the Destiny refugees aboard, things will be somewhat cramped, but I have discretion with regard to officers. You and Sharu will share a cabin in officer country. If there are any problems,” Aelock smiled down on her paternally, “my door is always open.”

“I was never so glad in my life to see anything as this destroyer popping out of warp just as we rounded the dark side of the planet,” Sharu said, sipping fresh juice the next morning at mess with a tableful of the Ban Sidhe’s junior officers. Lunzie sat between the First Mate and Captain Wynline. Tee was on duty that shift. “We had a magnesium bonfire all ready to go behind the quartz observation desk port. I lit it and jumped back, and it roared up into silver flames like a nova. The ship was sunk into the gravity well of the planet and was following its orbit instead of staying stationary. Because Carson’s Giant spins so fast, our window of opportunity was very small. Our signal had to be dramatic.”

“Magnesium?” declared Ensign Riaman. “No wonder that deck was slagged. It was probably red hot for hours afterward.”

“It was. I got bums on my arms and face. They’re only just healing now,” Sharu said, displaying her wrists. “See?”

“It was worth it,” Captain Wynline said positively. “It worked, didn’t it? You saw it.”

“We certainly did,” added Lieutenant Naomi, a blond woman in her early thirties. “A tiny spark on the planet’s surface where nothing should have been. You were lucky.”

“Oh, I know,” Sharu acknowledged. “There has never been a prettier sight than that of your ship homing in on us. We have seen so many ships go by without seeing us. We did everything but jump up and down and wave our arms to get their attention. We were very lucky that you were looking the right way at the right time.”

“We could have been planet pirates,” Ensign Tob suggested.

He was shouted down by his fellows. “Shut up, Tob.”

“Who’d be stupid enough to mistake us for them?”

“It’d be an insult to the Fleet.”

“You were wounded when the ship was first evacuated,” Ensign Riaman asked Lunzie, who was spreading jam on a slice of toast. “Was it a shock to wake up and find you had been in cold sleep?”

“Not really. I’ve been in cold sleep before,” Lunzie explained.

“Really? For what? An experiment? An operation?” Riaman asked eagerly. “My aunt was put in cryo sleep for two years until a replacement for a bum heart valve could be grown. My family has a rare antibody system. She couldn’t take a transplant.”

“No, nothing like that,” Lunzie said. “My family is disgustingly ordinary when it comes to organ or anti- body compatibility. I was in another space wreck once, on the way to take a job on a mining platform for the Descartes Company.”

To her surprise, the young ensign goggled at her and hastily went back to his meal. She looked around at the others seated at the table. A couple of them stared at her, and quickly looked away. The rest were paying deep attention to their breakfasts. Dismayed and confused, she bent to her meal.

“Jonah,” she heard someone whisper. “She must be a Jonah.” Out of the comer of her eye, Lunzie tried to spot the speaker. Jonah? What was that?

“Lunzie,” Sharu said, speaking to break the silence. “Our personal belongings are being brought aboard in the next few hours. Would you care to come with me and help me sort out the valuables that were left in the purser’s safe? We’ll package up what we aren’t claiming for shipment to their owners when we make orbit again.”

“Of course, Sharu. I’ll go get freshened up, and wait for you.” Hoping she didn’t sound as uncomfortable as she felt, Lunzie blotted her lips with her napkin and hurried toward the door.

“Bad luck comes in threes,” a voice said behind her as she went out of the door, but when she turned, no one was looking at her.

“It’s my fault. I should have warned you to keep quiet about the other wreck,” Sharu apologised when she and Lunzie were alone. Before them were dozens of sealed boxes from the purser’s strongroom and a hundred empty security cartons for shipping. “I’ve been in the Fleet so I remember what it was like. One space accident is within the realm of possibility. Two looks like disastrously bad luck. No one’s more superstitious than a sailor.”