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we get some use out of
him.”
    Grauel and Barlog did not speak to arguments they considered
weak excuses. Blood meant little or nothing to a Ponath female
dealing with males.
    Kublin was at work when Marika arrived. She stood out of the way
of the small team on duty, and signaled the supervisor to continue
as though she were not there. She watched Kublin.
    He did what he was supposed to do, no faster than he had to. He
looked much older than he had when she had captured him. When she
mentioned that to Grauel the huntress remarked, “You look
much older too. And you two look very much alike. Persons who did
not know you nevertheless would suspect you were
littermates.”
    The discussion, though whispered, caught Kublin’s
attention and he noticed Marika for the first time. Their gazes
met. He betrayed no expression whatsoever.
    Marika did not try to speak to him. There was nothing to say
anymore. After a few minutes she left and collected Bagnel, and
returned to warmer southern climes and the business of righting a
Community decimated by the attack upon TelleRai.
     
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III
    The initial fury of the hunt for the fugitive Serke and brethren
faded, but the search never ceased entirely. Nor did it enjoy any
success. The villains had vanished as though they had never been,
and surviving members of the Serke Community could provide no hints
as to where they had gone.
    Contrary to her announced intentions, Marika did not immediately
step down as most senior of the Reugge Community. She claimed that
was because there was no one qualified to replace her. All the
Reugge ruling council excepting herself had been in TelleRai when
death fell from the sky. So she remained on till she was confident
that the order was no longer in disarray, by which she meant till
it was made over to her own specifications. She sorted through the
ruling councils of the surviving cloisters, identifying and
elevating sisters whose philosophies mirrored her own.
    In time she did yield first chair, to a silth named Bel-Keneke.
Bel-Keneke hailed from a frontier province as remote as the Ponath.
Her attitudes were very much like Marika’s, though she was
nowhere near as strong in the talents.
    Marika collected Grauel and Barlog and retreated to the
secret darkship factory in the snow wastes, there to continue
interrupted studies and to pursue her slightly paranoid watch on
signals traffic.
    At first Marika came out of hiding regularly, to study with
Kiljar, to fly with Bagnel, as had been their custom for years,
except when broader events interrupted them. She learned to handle
a voidship with the best of the starfaring Mistresses of the Ship,
though she never actually pursued her dream and traveled to any of
the starworlds. She did not, in fact, go much beyond the orbits of
the two larger moons, Biter and Chaser.
    Once she had become proficient with the voidships her ventures
out of isolation became even more infrequent, then not at all.
    She fell out of the public eye for nearly three years.
     
    The permanent snowline crept southward steadily till it reached
the remains of TelleRai. The land of Marika’s birth lay
buried beneath a hundred feet of ice and snow. The ruins of Maksche
were little more than lines beneath a cloak of white.
    Hunger stalked the world for all the effort of the silth to care
for their bonds, for all the abnormal cooperation that developed
between disaster-besieged sisterhoods. Too many meth were being
compressed into too little territory.
    The population of the meth homeworld had never been large, but
neither was much of its surface developed agriculturally.
Development efforts started after the destruction of TelleRai were
too little, too late. Land could not be brought into production
quickly enough to support the shifting populace.
    Marika watched from isolation. In time she lost patience with
the efforts of others.
     
    “Grauel, send word up to have my darkship prepared. Find
Barlog. Arm yourselves.”
    Surprised,