With Stars Underfoot (Adventures in the Liaden Universe®) by Sharon Lee, Steve Miller Page A
Authors: Sharon Lee, Steve Miller
Tags: Science-Fiction
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said. "Time to finish it up."
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THE FIDDLER PROVIDED a sprightly, skipping little melody as they filed into the parlor and took up position on a clear space on the rug, Val Con leaving them at the last to tend his 'chora once more.
Pat Rin stood in the first row of pilots, Natesa on his right, Luken on his left, Daav directly behind. The room was quiet, all eyes on them. Especially, Pat Rin saw, were Lady Kareen's eyes on them, from her position between Audrey and Penn Calhoon. His mother's face betrayed the faintest hint of boredom, as would perhaps be worthy of an adult who had been teased into attending a gathering of halflings.
The fiddler finished her tune as Cheever McFarland and Miri Robertson stepped up before the rest them, mercifully blocking Pat Rin's view of his mother's face. From behind, the 'chora began to whisper a faint line of a tantalizingly familiar song. Pat Rin strained his ears, trying to identify the music—then forgot about it as Cheever began to speak.
"I'm going to impose on your patience once more, here, if Ms. Audrey'll let me," he said.
In the first row, Audrey laughed, and called out, "It don't strain my eyes any looking at you, Mr. McFarland! Speak on!"
"Thank you, ma'am." The big man bent a little at the waist— a bow , Pat Rin thought, Cheever McFarland style — then raised his voice so that it carried to the far corners of the room—and likely the rooms abovestairs, as well.
"Now, I know you all heard me say that pilots is competitive, and you might've thought that just meant that them who missed their steps had to drop outta the dance. But there was a little more to it than that. We was also looking to judge who among the pilots dancing had danced best, according to their level, their flight time, and their training. Miri here—you all know Miri's partnered with the Boss' brother, right? And when there's a question comes before either of them, they got this arrangement where both are understood to answer? Makes the family business run smoother. Anyhow, Miri here's gonna announce the winner."
Whistles, hoots, and stamping filled the room. The drum tried to bring order, without success, until—
"PIPE DOWN!" Miri ordered, loud enough to make Pat Rin's ears ring—and silence fell like a knife.
"That's better," she said, in a more conversational tone. "I won't take long. Just want to say that it's the judgment of the master pilots we assembled here to watch that the winner of tonight's competition is—Boss Conrad!"
More noise erupted, shaking the rugs hung against the walls, and he walked forward to stand between Miri and Cheever. Smiling hugely, Villy danced forward with a bouquet of dried leaves tied with bright ribbons and presented it with a bow.
Pat Rin inclined his head, received the offering, and stood while the cheering went on, his eye inexorably drawn to the place where his mother stood, silent and bland-faced.
She met his eyes, her own as hard as stones—and turned her face away.
Pat Rin took a breath—sighed it out, and looked up with a smile as his lady came to his side.
"Shall we go home, love?" she asked, slipping her arm through his.
He looked into her face, and then around the room, heard the drummer begin his count—and looked back to her.
"I believe," he said, smiling. "That I would like to dance with my lifemate. There are still some hours until dawn."
—End—
About the Authors
Sharon Lee and Steve Miller are co-authors of the best-selling Liaden Universe® series and have been writing together since the Kinzel stories for Fantasy Book in the early 80s. They began work on the first Liaden story in 1984 and have published 8 novels and several dozen short works in that series alone. They count Meisha Merlin, Ace Books, Buzzy Multimedia, and Embiid among their
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THE FIDDLER PROVIDED a sprightly, skipping little melody as they filed into the parlor and took up position on a clear space on the rug, Val Con leaving them at the last to tend his 'chora once more.
Pat Rin stood in the first row of pilots, Natesa on his right, Luken on his left, Daav directly behind. The room was quiet, all eyes on them. Especially, Pat Rin saw, were Lady Kareen's eyes on them, from her position between Audrey and Penn Calhoon. His mother's face betrayed the faintest hint of boredom, as would perhaps be worthy of an adult who had been teased into attending a gathering of halflings.
The fiddler finished her tune as Cheever McFarland and Miri Robertson stepped up before the rest them, mercifully blocking Pat Rin's view of his mother's face. From behind, the 'chora began to whisper a faint line of a tantalizingly familiar song. Pat Rin strained his ears, trying to identify the music—then forgot about it as Cheever began to speak.
"I'm going to impose on your patience once more, here, if Ms. Audrey'll let me," he said.
In the first row, Audrey laughed, and called out, "It don't strain my eyes any looking at you, Mr. McFarland! Speak on!"
"Thank you, ma'am." The big man bent a little at the waist— a bow , Pat Rin thought, Cheever McFarland style — then raised his voice so that it carried to the far corners of the room—and likely the rooms abovestairs, as well.
"Now, I know you all heard me say that pilots is competitive, and you might've thought that just meant that them who missed their steps had to drop outta the dance. But there was a little more to it than that. We was also looking to judge who among the pilots dancing had danced best, according to their level, their flight time, and their training. Miri here—you all know Miri's partnered with the Boss' brother, right? And when there's a question comes before either of them, they got this arrangement where both are understood to answer? Makes the family business run smoother. Anyhow, Miri here's gonna announce the winner."
Whistles, hoots, and stamping filled the room. The drum tried to bring order, without success, until—
"PIPE DOWN!" Miri ordered, loud enough to make Pat Rin's ears ring—and silence fell like a knife.
"That's better," she said, in a more conversational tone. "I won't take long. Just want to say that it's the judgment of the master pilots we assembled here to watch that the winner of tonight's competition is—Boss Conrad!"
More noise erupted, shaking the rugs hung against the walls, and he walked forward to stand between Miri and Cheever. Smiling hugely, Villy danced forward with a bouquet of dried leaves tied with bright ribbons and presented it with a bow.
Pat Rin inclined his head, received the offering, and stood while the cheering went on, his eye inexorably drawn to the place where his mother stood, silent and bland-faced.
She met his eyes, her own as hard as stones—and turned her face away.
Pat Rin took a breath—sighed it out, and looked up with a smile as his lady came to his side.
"Shall we go home, love?" she asked, slipping her arm through his.
He looked into her face, and then around the room, heard the drummer begin his count—and looked back to her.
"I believe," he said, smiling. "That I would like to dance with my lifemate. There are still some hours until dawn."
—End—
About the Authors
Sharon Lee and Steve Miller are co-authors of the best-selling Liaden Universe® series and have been writing together since the Kinzel stories for Fantasy Book in the early 80s. They began work on the first Liaden story in 1984 and have published 8 novels and several dozen short works in that series alone. They count Meisha Merlin, Ace Books, Buzzy Multimedia, and Embiid among their
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