Chapter Eighteen
No one told Tevera where they were going or why. Yverras, a taciturn, grey-haired man, one of her more distant relatives on the ship—third cousin, was it? or fourth?—simply appeared at her cabin door and told her to come with him. He would not answer her questions, looking straight ahead, stonefaced, as they descended the loading ramp, stepped onto the spaceport’s blackened duracrete, walked to the main gate, and went out into the city.
It did not take her long, however, to recognize their route.
“Why are we going to Andru’s?” she said. A part of her was overjoyed—surely, Kriss would be there—but another part of her had a sinking feeling that whatever was intended, it wasn’t a surprise reunion for the two of them.
She knew she was right about that when she and Yverras
