Well, I had promised Linnell a dance. And what I had told Hastur was true. Linnell was not a woman to me and she would not disturb me emotionally at all.
But Callina was alone, watching a group of classic dancers do a rhythmic dance which mimicked the leaves in a spring storm. Their draperies, gray-green, yellow-green, blue-green, flickered and flowed in the lights like sunshine. Callina had thrown back her hood and, preoccupied in watching the dancers, looked rather forlorn, very small and fragile and solemn. I came and stood beside her. After a moment she turned and said, “You promised Linnell to dance again, didn’t you? Well, you can save yourself the trouble, cousin, she and the Storn-Lanart child are in the balcony, watching and chattering to one another about gowns and hair-dressing.” She smiled, a small whimsical smile which momentarily lightened her pale stern face. “It’s foolish to bring little girls that age to a formal ball, they’d be just as happy at a dancing class!”
I said, letting out my pent-up bitterness, “Oh, they’re old enough to be up for auction to the highest bidder. It’s how we make fine marriages in the Comyn. Are you for sale too, damiselal”
She smiled faintly. “I don’t imagine you’re making an offer? No, I’m not for sale this year at least. I’m Keeper at Neskaya Tower, and you know what that means.”
I knew, of course. The Keepers are no longer required to be cloistered virgins to whom no man dares raise even a careless glance. But while they are working at the center of the energon relays, they are required, by harsh necessity, to remain strictly chaste. They learned not to attract desires they dared not satisfy. Probably they learned not to feel them, either, which is a good trick if you can manage it. I wished I could.
I relaxed. Against Callina, tower-trained and a working Keeper, I need not be on my guard. We shared a deeper kinship than blood, the strong tie of the tower-trained telepath,
I’ve been a matrix technician long enough to know that the work uses up so much physical and nervous energy that there’s not much left over for sex. The will may be there, but not the energy. The Keepers are required, for their physical and emotional safety, to remain celibate. The others in the circle—technicians, mechanics, psi monitors—are usually generous and sensitive about satisfying what little remains. In any case you get too close for playing the elaborate games of flirt and retreat that men and women elsewhere are given to playing. And Callina understood all this withouy being told, having been part of it
She was also sensitive enough to be aware of my mood. She said, with a faint tinge of gentle malice, “I have heard Linnea will be sent to Arilinn next year, if you both choose not to marry. You’ll have time for second thoughts. Shall I ask them to be sure she is not made Keeper, in case you should change your mind?”
I felt somewhat abashed. That was an outrageous thing to say! But what would have infuriated me from an outsider did not trouble me from her. Within a tower circle such a statement would not have embarrassed me, although I would not have felt constrained to answer, either. She was simply treating me like one of our own kind. In the rapport of the tower circles, we were all very much aware of each other’s needs and hungers, eager to keep them from reaching a point of frustration or pain.
But now my circle was scattered, others serving in my place, and somehow I had to cope with a world full of elaborate games and complex relationships. I said, as I would have said to a sister, “They’re pressuring me to marry, Callina. What shall I do? It’s too soon. I’m still—” I gestured, unable to put it into words.
She nodded gravely. “Perhaps you should take Linnea after all. It would mean they couldn’t put any constraint on you for someone less suitable.” She was seriously considering my problem, giving it her full attention. “I suppose, mostly, what they want is for you to father a son for Armida. If you could do that, they wouldn’t care whether you married the girl or not, would they?”