“Sharu, what is a Jonah?”

“You heard that? Jonah was a character in the Old Earth Bible. Whenever he sailed on a ship, it ran into technical difficulties. Some sank. Some were becalmed. One of the sailors decided Jonah had offended Yahweh, their God, so he was being visited with bad luck that was endangering the whole ship. They threw him overboard into the sea to save themselves. He was swallowed by a sea leviathan.”

“Ulp!” Lunzie swallowed nervously, pouring a string of priceless glow pearls into a bubblepack envelope. “But they wouldn’t throw me overboard? Space me?”

“I doubt it,” Sharu frowned as she sorted jewelry. “But they won’t go out of their way to rub elbows with you, either. Don’t mention it again, and maybe it’ll pass.” Lunzie put the bubblepack into a carton and sealed it, labelling the carton Fragile - Do Not Expose To Extremes of Temperature, which made her think of Illin Romsey, the Descartes crystal miner who rescued her, and the Thek that accompanied him. She hadn’t thought of that Thek in months. It was still a mystery to Lunzie why a Thek should take an interest in her.

“Of course, Sharu. I never knowingly stick my head into a lion’s mouth. You can’t tell when it might sneeze.”

Among the jewels and other fragile valuables, she found her translucent hologram of Fiona. Lunzie was shocked to find that she was now used to the image of the grown woman Fiona, and this dear, smiling child was a stranger, a long-ago memory. With deliberate care, she sealed it in a bubblepack and put it aside.

Three days later, Lunzie waited outside the bridge until the silver door slid noiselessly aside into its niche. Captain Aelock had left word for her in her cabin that he wished to speak with her. Before she stepped over the threshold, she heard her name, and stopped.

“. . . She’ll bring bad luck to the ship, sir. We ought to put her planetside long before Alpha Centauri. We might never make it if we don’t.” The voice was Ensign Riaman’s. The young officer had been ignoring her pointedly at mealtimes and muttering behind her back when they passed in the corridors.

“Nonsense,” Captain Aelock snapped. It sounded as though this was the end of a lengthy argument, and his patience had been worn thin. “Besides, we’ve got orders, and we will obey them. You don’t have to associate with her if she makes you nervous, but for myself I find her charming company. Is that all?”

“Yes, sir,” Riaman replied in a submissive murmur that did nothing to disguise his resentment. “Dismiss, then.”

Riaman threw the captain a snappy salute, but by then Aelock had already turned back toward the viewscreen. Smarting from the reproach, the ensign marched off the bridge past Lunzie, who had decided that she’d rather be obvious than be caught eavesdropping. When their eyes met, he turned scarlet to his collar, and shot out of the room as if he’d been launched. Lunzie straightened her shoulders defiantly and approached the captain. He met her with a friendly smile, and offered her a seat near the command chair in the rear center of the bridge.

“This Jonah nonsense is a lot of spacedust, of course,” Aelock told Lunzie firmly. “You’re to pay no attention to it.”

“I understand, sir,” Lunzie said. The captain appeared to be embarrassed that she had been affected by the opinion of one of his officers, so she gave him a sincere smile to put him at his ease. He nodded.

“We’ve been out on manoeuvres trying to catch up with planet pirates, and they still haven’t come down from the adrenaline high. After a while we were seeing radar shadows behind every asteroid. It was time we had a more pedestrian assignment. Perhaps even a little shore leave,” Aelock sighed, shrugging toward the door by which the ensign had just left, “though Alpha Centauri wouldn’t be my first choice. It’s a little too industrialized for my tastes. I like to visit the nature preserves of Earth myself, but my lads consider it tame.”

“Have the pirates struck again?” Lunzie asked, horrified. “The last raid I heard of was on Phoenix. I once thought my daughter had been killed by the raiders.”

“What, Doctor Fiona?” Aelock demanded, smiling, watching Lunzie’s mouth drop open. “It may surprise you to know. Dr. Mespil, that we had the pleasure of hosting the lady and her dog act fifteen Standard years ago. As charming as yourself, I must say. I can see the family resemblance.”

“The galaxy is shrinking,” Lunzie said, shaking her head. “This is too much of a coincidence.”

“Not at all, when you consider that she and I serve the same segment of the FSP population. We’re both needed chiefly by the new colonies that are just past the threshold of viability, and hence under FSP protection. The emergency medical staff like her use our ships because we’re the only kind of vehicle that can convey help there quickly enough.”