"They"re keeping military watch on the whole Line for the time being. So the rumor runs."

"Nice to pick up rumors. I"m not sure I believe all of them."

"I figure they"ll hold by this one."

They reached the access. It was about the limit of his strength and Curran"s, who was out of breath as he was going up the ramp-a young Dubliner plastered himself against the wall of the lock as they came in with a quick "Sir-Ma"am" and Sandor gave the boy a dazed and misgiving stare as his own Dubliners pulled him past. "I didn"t clear any boarders," he said, finding more of them by the lift "Hang it, Reilly-"

"Borrowed help," Allison said. The corridor was clean. The inside of the lift car was clean, spit and polish. "Young Dubliners wanted some exercise."

The lift let them out in the lounge/bridge area. Scrubbed decks, polished panels, every smudge and smear and tarnish cleared away. It looked new again, except for the tape patches on the upholstery. "You cleaning her up to take possession?" he asked outright.

"No," Allison said.

"Can"t touch anything without fingerprinting it."

"That"s fine. It"s old habits."

He looked back at them standing there, reckoned how the place would feel without them. Nodded then. "Looks like she used to," he admitted, and turned back and walked onto the bridge.

She went out, Le Cygne did, with empty holds, moving lightly as she could in that condition.

Comp talked to them, commending them that they had got it right. Jump coming up, Sandy. Find your referent."

"Got it," Allison said from number two post, talking back to comp and to him, and the numbers came up on the screen.

The checks came in from the others, routine matters.

They headed for Pell, for station cargo this time, and reckoned Dublin would pa.s.s them on the way. There was a bet on, inside Le Cygne, about elapsed-time and drinks when they got there. He reckoned to win it, knowing his ship.

But it was all one account, anyway.