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thin face dominated by a pair of vivid green eyes. A much taller pilot stood at her back, and Sinit knew his face all too well.
    "Delm Korval!" she gasped. Recovering her wits, she bowed, doorkeeper-to-honored-guests. "The House is in mourning, sir. Come again in a twelve-day and Mizel will receive you, gladly."
    "Sinit?" The lady's voice was fine—and familiar. "Have I changed so much overnight?"
    "Aelliana!" Sinit stared, finding her sister along the edges of this stranger's face. "I—you've done something with your hair!"
    Aelliana smiled. "Why, so I have. May we come in? I would have a word with you, if I might."
    "Of course you may come in!" Sinit cried, stepping back—and hesitated, looking up into Aelliana's escort's sharp, clever face. "Although—"
    "No, I will not have Daav await me on the porch!" Aelliana interrupted, stepping into the hall, Korval but a bare step behind her. "He is my copilot, and stands as close as kin, according to the Pilots Guild, so we had best let him in."
    "Good-day, Sinit Caylon," Korval said, his deep, grainy voice unexpectedly gentle. "I welcome the opportunity to thank you for the aid you gave to me—and to my pilot. I am in your debt."
    Sinit's cheeks heated. "Oh, no, please, sir! We are—we are perfectly in Balance. Pray regard it no more."
    "She thinks I'm going to eat her," the man said, perhaps to Aelliana. He bowed, easily. "You must really allow me to judge the magnitude of my own indebtedness. Your assistance was timely and to the point. I do not forget."
    Sinit swallowed and bowed acceptance—she could hardly brangle with him here in the entry hall, after all.
    "That's been settled, then." Aelliana said. "Truly, Sinit, we are both in your debt." She glanced about the hall. "Where is Mother?"
    "In her office," Sinit said. "She—Ran Eld . . ."
    "Yes, it must have struck her hard," Aelliana murmured. She took Sinit's hand and tugged her down the hall. "Let us go into the library. We must talk."
     
    Ran Eld had once kicked the library door in a fit of pique; it had never closed right after that. However, Korval pulled it as tight as it would go, then took his long self down to the farthest corner of the room, where he immediately began an earnest perusal of the shelves.
    Biting her lip, Sinit stared at his leathered back. The last time she had let this man into Mizel's House, her brother had died of it. Of course, if she had refused him, Aelliana might well have died of that . And what would Mother say, if she found him in-House now  . . . 
    "Sinit?"
    She gasped and spun 'round, staring into a face so familiar, and yet made so strange. It was the eyes, Sinit thought, so bright—or, no. It was that Aelliana had always used to wear her hair close around her face, as if she were in hiding. And she had stood with shoulders rounded in submission, Sinit remembered suddenly, while this lady—this pilot—stood straight, shoulders level.
    "Aelliana, I—" Tears rose, as they had when she had called Healer Hall. "I didn't know! You might have died in the Learner and I was sitting right here and I didn't know!" she wailed.
    Aelliana caught her, and gathered her close. Sinit began to sob in earnest, her forehead pressed into her sister's shoulder, the leather of her jacket slick and cool beneath heated skin.
    "Sinit, Sinit. All's well. More than well." Aelliana rocked her, and Sinit put her arms around her sister's waist in a fierce hug as the tears subsided somewhat.
    "If there is any one thing that I am grateful for," Aelliana went on, her voice soft and warm, "beyond my own happy outcome, is that you did not know I had been locked inside the Learner."
    "Why?" Sinit sniffled, smelling mint and leather.
    "Because you would have felt compelled to do something . To go against Ran Eld would have—" Her sister paused, arms tightening briefly. "It could have been very bad for you." Sinit raised her head, looking into a face suddenly gone gaunt, brilliant eyes fogged.
    "Ignorance