Seignur Veeoni’s Private Workroom
How like Yuri, after all, she thought, as she finished her perusal. She ought to have expected something of the sort, but—she was not Yuri, and the lifework she had been born to accomplish had some limits on its scope.
Yuri accepted no limits on his vision, which aggrieved his siblings no less than his siblings aggrieved Yuri.
Seignur Veeoni sighed, and closed her screen.
Rising, she shook herself into order and left her quarters.
M Traven met her at the desk and handed her a glass of nutrient.
Seignur Veeoni took it without comment, and drank.
“Light Keeper yos’Phelium arose from the ’doc much refreshed,” M Traven said. “Hazenthull has driven him to the docks to meet the incoming ships.”
She had allowed Hazenthull that imposition, which would now seem shortsighted.
Seignur Veeoni drank some more nutrient. The jitney was not, after all, necessary for this expedition.
She finished the rest of the nutrient and put the glass down.
“I am going for a walk,” she said to M Traven. “I will want you with me.”