Adrian
fact it was the Sissie dropping away while the Goldenfels braked and shifted course minusculely. The Alliance captain was heading for slip D-73, Daniel supposed. At any rate, Daniel wouldn't want to be the officer who tried to lift a ship back to orbit after so rapid a descent.
"Ship, this is Six," he said. He lifted his helmet and mopped his forehead with the sleeve of his tunic. "Prepare for touchdown, spacers. And welcome to Todos Santos!"
CHAPTER 11
Adele's taxi clanked to a halt in front of a building larger though no better kept than the rest of those on the twisting street. The driver switched off the turbine of her little tractor; it slowed with a ringing sound that might've been normal and with an unpleasant keen of rubbing metal that probably wasn't.
"The palace of Lord Purvis!" the driver said to Adele with a flourish of her arm. A dozen men and a few women squatted in the strip of shade against the front wall of the building. One of the women appeared to be a tailor with a hand stitcher; she was sewing cuffs of contrasting material on the shirt of the fellow waiting bare-chested beside her.
The location agreed with the address given for Commander Adrian Purvis in the Admiralty Records in Government House . . . to the degree that The palace of Prince Pedro Sforza, in the Timber Merchants' Quarter was an address. It was a better address than the Cluster's Admiralty Records were records, certainly. Good God, these people's idea of a
"Ship, this is Six," he said. He lifted his helmet and mopped his forehead with the sleeve of his tunic. "Prepare for touchdown, spacers. And welcome to Todos Santos!"
CHAPTER 11
Adele's taxi clanked to a halt in front of a building larger though no better kept than the rest of those on the twisting street. The driver switched off the turbine of her little tractor; it slowed with a ringing sound that might've been normal and with an unpleasant keen of rubbing metal that probably wasn't.
"The palace of Lord Purvis!" the driver said to Adele with a flourish of her arm. A dozen men and a few women squatted in the strip of shade against the front wall of the building. One of the women appeared to be a tailor with a hand stitcher; she was sewing cuffs of contrasting material on the shirt of the fellow waiting bare-chested beside her.
The location agreed with the address given for Commander Adrian Purvis in the Admiralty Records in Government House . . . to the degree that The palace of Prince Pedro Sforza, in the Timber Merchants' Quarter was an address. It was a better address than the Cluster's Admiralty Records were records, certainly. Good God, these people's idea of a