“I understood you to be discussing your hemorrhoids, Mon,” Weisshampl said to her junior. “If that isn’t what you said, you might want to think about sleeping off the cargo you’ve taken on board tonight.”
“I’m all right,” Mon muttered to his glass. “I’ll watch my tongue.”
The Aglaia had an unusual number of officers for a complement of 180 ratings. A corvette of that crew would be under the command of a lieutenant who might be the only commissioned officer aboard. On some small vessels the missileer stood watches, even though that warrant officer wasn’t a spacer like the Chief of Ship and Chief of Rig.
Even so, meddling by an admiral passenger, which might be bearable on a battleship with a crew of a thousand, would stretch a saint’s patience on the Aglaia. Lasowski had inspected the ratings’ quarters not once but twice on the voyage out. The only way to escape her was to climb one of the masts which drove the vessel through sponge space. Daniel had frequently done just that, but the option wasn’t open to the officers standing watch.
A ship preparing to enter sponge space with its masts extended in all directions looked like a sea urchin. The mast tips formed the points determining the size and shape of the field against which Cassini energy pressed. The plasma motors were shut down as soon as the ship left the atmosphere; the High Drive was at low output to provide maneuvering way. The masts weren’t stressed for anything approaching 1-gee acceleration when spread.
When the charge and alignment of the masts was correct, the vessel slipped into the fourth-dimensional Matrix in which the cells of sponge space coexisted. Rather than enter another universe, the ship itself became a separate universe. Its progress in respect to the sidereal universe was again a matter of the masts’ alignment and charge.
Navigational tables provided a starship’s commander with basic instructions, but the Matrix through which she guided her bubble universe could not be directly sensed. An astrogator used the minute rise and fall in mast charges to plot variations in the Matrix and the corresponding change in the ship’s relation to the sidereal universe.
A really successful astrogator had a sense that, like perfect pitch, went beyond skill and training. That astrogator’s mind saw into the matrix. His runs were faster, his planetfalls more precise, and when he voyaged beyond the existing charts he brought his ship back.
Commander Stacey Bergen was an astrogator whose reputation inspired deserved awe in others, his nephew included. But with a quiet and never-spoken assurance very different from the pride that also was a part of his character, Daniel Leary felt he was as able an astrogator as anyone he’d ever met except his Uncle Stacey.
Lt. Weisshampl got to her feet with a slow grace that belied the amount she’d had to drink. She was a tall woman with the features of someone more petite. Her parents had some status but no money; an aunt, however, had married wealth and provided Weisshampl with the support an officer needed beyond RCN pay.
She raised her glass. “Fellow officers,” she said, “I give you Command. May she come to all of us, and may we prove worthy of her!”
“By God, yes!” Cassanos said and gulped his wine. Daniel blinked, for the midshipman’s words were those he’d caught before they reached his own lips.
Lt. Mon drank with a face like a raincloud. He lowered his empty glass and gripped it in both hands as if to strangle it and himself as well.
“Would the master like me to bring in the brandy?” Hogg murmured in Daniel’s ear.
“Brandy?” Daniel repeated. The unexpected word dragged him from a fantasy in which Admiral Daniel Leary stood on the steps of the Senate House to receive the acclaim of an adoring nation.
“I thought it’d go well now, sir,” Hogg said with a satisfied grin. He wore clean clothes, a loose green shirt over blue trousers with a red cummerbund to tie the ensemble together. Shaving had been neglected in his care to prepare the dinner. Hogg looked like a cheerful pirate at the moment, which was pretty much the reality as well.