It was not only at Opal Hill and at Klive that matters boiled and suppurated on that night of the lapse. Far from either place, in the kitchen court of Stane, the estancia of the bon Maukerden’s, a door opened upon the night to spill slanted light onto the court, throwing a sharp wedge of brilliance into which the Obermum Geraldria stepped to make a stump of shadow. She was a stocky pillar of a woman, her hair tumbled around her heaving shoulders as she wept hopelessly into the towel she held to her face. After a time she lifted reddened eyes to stand peering into the night, unable to see anything both because of the darkness and of the tears that filled her eyes and dripped unregarded from her heavy jaws. At the far end of the kitchen court was a gate opening on the path to Maukerden village. She walked heavily to the gate, opened it, then beckoned toward the open door.
Two figures emerged, so slowly as to seem reluctant. One was Geraldria’s serving maid, Clima. The other was the Goosegirl, Janetta bon Maukerden, swaying beneath a voluminous cloak as though to the sound of music she alone could hear, her face utterly tranquil in the yellow light. Clima wept, Geraldria wept, but the Goosegirl showed no sign that she saw or cared that either of the women grieved.
The Obermum held the gate open as Clima approached. “Take her to the village, Clima. As soon as you can, take her to Commoner Town. See if Doctor Bergrem … see if Lees Bergrem can help her. I should have let her go before. I thought she’d learn to recognize us.” Geraldria pressed the sodden towel to her face once more, muffling the sounds she could not seem to keep from making. When the spasm had passed, she fished in a pocket for the credit voucher she had put there earlier. “This will get you whatever you need. If you need more than this one, let me know. Tell Doctor Bergrem … tell the doctor to send her away from Grass if that will help.”
Clima pocketed the card. “The doctor could maybe come here, mistress. Maybe they’d come here.” She caught at the Goosegirl’s arm to keep her from dancing away, tugging her through the gate and onto the path.
“The doctor said she needed her machines, the things she has at the hospital. Besides, the Obermun won’t. Won’t have it. Won’t have her.”
“Not her fault …” Words muffled by tears.
Geraldria cried, “Dimoth says yes. He says it was Janetta’s fault. He says it wouldn’t have happened otherwise. Vince agrees with him.”
Clima spoke indignantly. “That’s not true! Not my Janetta.”
“Shhh. Take her.” Darkness fell onto the path as she shut the gate, peering over it at the two of them outside. “Take her away, Clima. I cannot bear it any longer. Not with the Obermun saying the things he says.” She fled toward the house, shutting the door behind her.
Clima took the girl by the hand and urged her down the path, the light of the torch making a puddle before them on a route as well known to Clima as the rooms in her own house. She had gone only far enough to be hidden from the house by the grasses when someone stepped out of them behind her and pulled a sack over her head and down her body, knocking her down in the process and leaving her to writhe helplessly for the moment, her hands frantically seeking the rope her assailant had knotted at her ankles. She had been too surprised to shout.
She wriggled herself upright and fumbled at the rope, wrenching at the knot with hasty fingers. She heard the sound of an aircar taking off from the grasses to one side of the path, where no aircar was supposed to be. The knot came loose at last and she stripped the sack off, turning her torch around her in bright searching spokes.
She called, went scrambling among the grasses, even brought back several men from the village to help her look, but the girl was gone.
Suddenly, the lapse was over. The Hunt began again. For Rigo, riding the simulacrum took every moment of his waking time. For Stella, though they did not know it, it continued to take every hour that the rest of them slept. Superbly conditioned by their previous horsemanship, both Rigo and Stella took less time than the bons might have expected. The day soon came that Rigo announced he would attend the Hunt at the bon Damfels estancia, two days hence.