had seen her own connection to Lutya as the one great certainty. They grew up
not knowing who their parents were, as virtual charity cases in Rasa's great
teaching house in the city of Basilica. All fears, all slights, all
uncertainties were bearable, though, because there was Lutya, bound to her by
cords that were no weaker for being invisible to everyone but Hushidh.
There were other ties, too, of course. Hushidh well remembered how painful it
had been to watch the bond develop between Luet and her husband, Nafai, a
troublesome young boy who had more enthusiasm than sense sometimes. To her
surprise, however, Lutya's new bond to her husband did not weaken her tie to
Hushidh; and when Hushidh, in turn, married Nafai's full brother, Issib, the
tie between her and Luet grew even stronger than it had been in childhood,
something Hushidh had never thought possible.
So now, watching Luet and Chveya pass by, Hushidh saw them, not just as a
mother and daughter, but as two beings of light, bound to each other by a
thick and shimmering cord. There was no stronger bond than this. Chveya loved
her father, Nafai, too-but the tie between children and their fathers was
always more tentative. It was in the nature of the human family: Children
looked to their mothers for nurturance, comfort, the secure foundation of
their lives. To their fathers, however, they looked for judgment, hoping for
approval, fearing condemnation. It meant that fathers were just as powerful in
their children's lives, but no matter how loving and nurturing the father was,
there was almost always an element of dread in the relationship, for the
father became the focus of all the child's fears of failure. Not that there
weren't exceptions now and then. Hushidh had simply learned to expect that in
most cases, the tie with the mother was the strongest and brightest.
In her thoughts about the mother-daughter connection, Hushidh almost missed
the thing that mattered. It was only as Luet and Chveya moved out of sight
into the starship that Hushidh realized what had been almost missing: Lutya's
connection to her.
But that was impossible. After all these years? And why would the tie be
weaker now? There had been no quarrel. They were as close as ever, as for as
Hushidh knew. Hadn't they been allies during all the long struggles between
Luet's husband and his malicious older brothers? What could possibly have
changed?
Hushidh followed Luet into the ship and found her in the pilothouse, where
Issib, Hushidh's husband, was conferring with Luet's husband, Nafai, about the
life support computer system. Computers had never interested her-it was
reality that she cared about, people with flesh and blood, not artificial
constructs fabricated of ones and zeroes. Sometimes she thought that men
reveled in computers precisely because of their unreality. Unlike women and
children, computers could be completely controlled. So she took some secret
delight whenever she saw Issya or Nyef frustrated by a stubbornly willful
program until they finally found the programming error. She also suspected
that whenever one of their children was stubbornly willful, Issya believed in
his heart of hearts that the problem was simply a matter of finding the error
in the child's programming. Hushidh knew that it was not an error, but a soul
inventing itself. When she tried to explain this to Issya, though, his eyes
glazed over and he soon fled to the computers again.
Today, though, all was working smoothly enough. Luet and Chveya laid out the
noon meal for the men, Hushidh, who had no particular errand, helped them- but
then, when Luet started talking about the need to call the others working in
the ship to come eat, Hushidh studiously ignored the hints and thus forced
Luet and Chveya to go do the summoning.
Issib might be a man and he might prefer computers to children sometimes, but
he did notice things. As soon as Luet and Chveya were gone, he asked, "Was it
me you wanted to talk with, Shuya, or was it Nyef?"
She kissed her husband's cheek. "Nyef, of course. I already know everything