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needed for \iany\i degree of turn was to plug in the sines and cosines.
The scout made its circuit and returned to Earth. Now Bran had, as the saying
went, "two ages."
His personal chronometer registered nearly forty-eight hours less than did its
counterparts that had remained on Earth. Well, thought Bran, it's a start. . .
. He exchanged leavetakings with his shipmates, paying special heed to Reggs
and Quinlan. Was the slight twitch of the woman's eyelid meant as a wink? No
matter. He kept his own face as straight as possible but tried to put extra
warmth into their final handshake, and was rewarded with a barely noticeable
nod.
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Off the scout, then Bran toted his kit across the quadrangles to Cadre D. He
found his squad room empty, but heard water running in its adjoining
facilities. After he'd set his kit on his bunk and begun unpacking, the water
noise stopped and he turned to see a new cadet, still drying himself, come out
to the main area. A tall, skinny kid, sandy-haired and strong-jawed, with
greenish eyes and a lopsided smile. Who said, "You'll be one who lives here,
I'd think? As it happens, so am I, now. I'm Bernardez."
"Bran Tregare." They shook hands, after Bernardez took a moment to be sure
that his was dry.
"I'm just back from my first scoutship tour, as a new middle. Have you been
here long?"
"As of yesterday, so such things go, I hadn't set eyes on the
\b57\b place. Nor am I entirely certain that I'd cared to ... meaning no
offense, you understand. But my father died, and my stepmama couldn't see me
out the door soon enough, so here I am and now it's to make the best of it."
The smile flickered. "I am, so it's told me, a snotty. Not a title I'd choose,
but with the customs of the country we must all make do, and so shall I." With
a grace of movement that belied his gawky appearance, Bernardez slipped into
his jumpsuit and zipped it.
"Tell me, Tregare, are you fond of Irish whiskies? For I've brought a trifle
and I hear that this place has such things as inspections and confiscations.
So . . . should we foil such malfeasance by drinking the lovely stuff?"
Bran felt his grin stretch his face. This Bernardez \iwas fun-\i never mind
how he'd last the course when the worst stuff hit, but maybe Bran and Jargy
could give him some helpful advice.
For now, though: "I can't think of a better idea, and thanks." His try at
imitating the
Bernardez style, Bran thought, hadn't come off too well. But the friendly part
worked all right.
Bran wasn't used to straight spirits, no water or even ice, but sipping
slowly, he loved the
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listened while Bernardez talked a mix of personal history, opinions, and total
sheer speculation. "While my father claimed the family to be vanguard of Spain
into
Ireland, I find this hard to reconcile with his claim of collateral
relationship to the Pope."
Bernardez paused. "What do \iyou\i think, Tregare?"
Bran shook his head. "Damned if I know."
By the time Jargy Hoad and some other roommates came in, Bran was more drunk
than not and had missed dinner. Jargy seemed to have a lot of news to relate,
but said, "No, not tonight, Bran. Get some sleep and we'll talk tomorrow."
Sleepy enough, Bran agreed.
The extra slumber eased the change from ship's to Earth time, and cleared his
head. Although he'd hoped for more work on the \iCaesar,\i the morning began
with calisthenics and the following gauntlet runs for losers, and then a
free-for-all. Before his guts could knot into their worst agony, the
announcement came that this one was for snotties, to disablement only.
The second name called for it was Cecil Bernardez.
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\iOh, damn!\i The newcomer had no chance to know any of the angles-how to
protect himself or help his odds. And Bran \iliked\i the oddly talking, mouthy
kid.
But all he could do was watch and hope. The eight victims were equipped with
protection for eyes and balls, and herded into the central ring. \i"Go to
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it!"\i
The bout lasted quick. Bernardez charged in and decked an opponent with his
first blow, and the other stayed down. The only trouble was that Bernardez
dropped his man with a clenched fist to the head, and even before the decision
was signaled, it was obvious that Bernardez was nursing a broken hand in the
other. \iFist\i fighting, of all things!
But events can't be argued with. Bran saw Bernardez taken off to the
infirmary; he'd be back to the squad room tomorrow. Meanwhile Jargy was still
bursting with news, but it wasn't until after dinner, he and Bran walking the
twilit perimeter, that Bran got to hear any of it. Some, he wasn't awfully
pleased about.
"Channery got himself Welfared!"
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