Chapter Twenty-Nine
They didn’t return to the decrepit freighter; instead, they boarded Vorlick’s luxurious golden yacht, Gemfire, at another space station. Within two hours of departing the Library, they were on their way back to Farr’s World.
No question about having artificial gravity on this vessel; Vorlick led Kriss to his quarters through corridors, panelled in dark wood and lit by crystal fixtures, that would not have been out of place in a luxury hotel (not that he’d ever been in one), his feet sinking into the royal-blue carpet with every step. Dark wood also predominated in the cabin Vorlick took him to. “Roam the ship as you please,” Vorlick said from the doorway as Kriss gaped around, not so much at the luxurious appointments as the amount of space, ten times (at least) as mu
