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    “Ma’am!”
    “Sue, show ’em.” Another brown-skinned child, this one with enormous eyes of hazel-green; she grabbed the sergeant by the hand and led her away. “Commodore, Ms. Kurlelo-Alston, your room’s at the end of the corridor here. The bath’s ready, too, and we’ll have your kit unpacked by the time you’re finished, and hot robes. I recommend the roast pork tonight; it’s acorn-fed, and damned good.”
    He bore them on, chattering, and thrust thick ceramic mugs of hot mulled cider into their hands. Alston closed grateful fingers around hers, and met the cerulean blue of Swindapa’s eyes. The Fiernan spoke her thought for her.
    “We may live, after all.”

CHAPTER TWO
    September, 10 A.E.—Upper Euphrates, 3000 ft. October, 10 A.E.—Irondale, Alba
    I ’m getting peopled out, Lieutenant Vicki Cofflin thought.
    The long gondola of the airship RNAS Emancipator had few places where privacy was possible, except the little cubicle that held the head. The great orca-shaped hull above was much larger, but the gasbags filled it.
    And I’d like to see some stars, she thought. Although the downward view from the commander’s chair at the nose of the gondola was grand, a huge sweep of moonlit plateau and mountains three thousand feet below, and she still felt a thrill sometimes when she realized Emancipator was hers. They were heading for the passes of the anti-Taurus now, and they’d be in Babylon by late afternoon. A routine voyage ... which was exactly what you wanted. Excitement meant adventure, and adventure meant bad luck or somebody screwing up.
    “Take the com, Alex,” she said to her XO. “I’m going topside.” Then aloud—not too loud, most of the crew and passengers were asleep in the Pullman-style bunks behind her: “Mr. Stoddard has the deck.”
    “Mr. Stoddard has the deck, aye.”
    Wicker creaked as she unstrapped herself and rose, turning to let Alex Stoddard by in the narrow space. She took her sextant from the rack beside the ladder, although there wasn’t really any need for a navigational fix, with the Euphrates right there below them like a river of silver through the huge tawny spaces of Anatolia. It couldn’t hurt, though, and it gave her an excuse for taking a break topside. Besides, it was procedure, and if you made procedure a habit it was there when you really needed it.
    She put hands and feet to the rungs, unsealing and resealing the flap-door on the roof of the gondola, then went up further through the creaking dimness of the hull, throbbing with the sound of the engines. A few of the duty watch were on their endless round of checking—for frame stresses, cracks, evidence of chafing that might lead to leaks as the bags surged about within their nets. The maintenance crew carried rechargeable flashlights, jerking and spearing through the gloom of the Emancipator’s interior. More pre-Event technology that couldn’t be replaced as yet, incongruous against the balsa-and-plywood frame of the airship.
    We know how to do so much more than it’s possible to do, goddammit! ran through her with a familiar frustration, like a toothache that had been with her since the Event had crashed into her world a few weeks past her eighteenth birthday. The problem is all the things we know about and need but can’t make, she thought.
    Councilor Starbuck thought that the whole United States would have been just barely large enough to maintain one microchip factory. As it was, they could just barely maintain the recycled Cessna engines that pushed Emancipator.
    In her more pessimistic moods, she thought that they’d have done worse without Tartessos and Great Achaea to goose and terrify the Sovereign People into forgoing current consumption for investment. On good days, she concentrated on how much better the Republic could do this time around once those nuisances were put down.
    Someday we’ll have everything they did in the twentieth, and more. We’ll hit the ground running and