âOh, never mind,â said Cecily. âI donât think youâll forget again. Â
Because Iâve noticed something â you never make the same mistake twice.â She laughed. âYouâre doing fine, Rissa â maybe not as rapidly as in combat arts, but quite well.â Â
Jorge said, âAnother month, Iâll bet on it, Rissa â youâll be up for your turn in Erikaâs private circle.â Â
She shook her head. âPrivate circle?â Â
âDidnât your talkative roommate tell you? Erika keeps a rotating stable of concubines â both sexes â and sheâs not greedy about it. The system serves two purposes â itâs also your final exams.â Â
âI â â Rissa frowned. Remembering Mariaâs sudden turnabout, she said, âIt may not be . . . wise . . . to discuss Â
Madame Hulzeinâs private life.â Â
âOh, Erika doesnât mind,â said Cecily. âShe makes no secret of it â and no apologies for anything she does.â Â
âShe doesnât have to,â said Jorge. âCustoms donât bind her.â Â
Rissa said, âNor laws, I understand.â Â
âIn this country, if a law annoys Erika, she has it changed.â Â
âSomehow I donât think youâre joking,â said Rissa. âOr not by much.â Slowly she rose, stretching. âIâm due for a session with Maestro Gomez. Todayâs task is to converse, ad lib and on cue, in the voice tones and speech patterns of two assumed identities he assigned me last week.â Â
The others groaned. âI wish you luck,â said Jorge. âThatâs something Iâm not good at.â Â
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On the day she could have died, Rissa learned a new thing about herself. She rode with Erika to the city, observed while the older woman visited branch offices; they lunched together. Ready to return, Erika said, âIâm a little tired; would you like to take us back?â Â
âOf course.â Rissa liked aircars and handled them well. As Erika sat, relaxed, Rissa took the car up. âHow about the shortcut, the gap through the foothills?â Eyes closed, Erika nodded. Â
Past the gap, emerging over a canyon, the motors failed. Abruptly the car dropped â boulders far below, the cliff looming â Weâre dead! Only seconds left . . . Â
But . . . it felt like minutes, as Rissa looked around her â rocks and trees, the cliff â a sloping ledge, and below that â Â
She steered at the ledge, grazed it broadside. Metal shrieked but did not crumple; the car was slowed. Next â there, the dropoff they had passed â where it curved and â Â
Back across the canyon, still plummeting, again she struck at a grazing slant â rebounded, hit again and skidded, metal screeching against rock â down the cliff as it curved to canyon floor. Can this work? Why doesnât Erika â ? Â
Metal flew; windows sprang free of mountings. No steering now â she could not avoid the boulder, struck it glancing and now the car rolled, over and over. She felt nothing but roar of sound; then they stopped, and the roar was in her own ears. Â
âErika!â The car sat tilted; she scrabbled free of her safety harness and clambered to see. âAre you all right?â Â
Blood streaked Erikaâs chin but she said, âWell enough â shaken, nicked a little, like yourself. My God! How did you do it? It seemed like hours.â Â
Startled, Rissa said, â Yes â thatâs it! When I saw â we had no chance â it changed, like slow motion on Tri-V. I looked and looked a long time before I decided the ledge was best. Then â â Â
Wiping away blood, Erika smiled. âSo youâre another!â Rissa shook her head, waiting. âI call us adrenaline freaks â though that
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