Jane Sadler executed a balestra. Johann Freiwald sought to parry. Her foil rang against his in a beat. Immediately, she thrust. “Touché!” he acknowledged. Laughing behind his mask: “That would have skewered my left lung in a real duel. You have passed your examination.”

“None too soon,” she panted. “I’d… have… been out of air… ‘nother minute. Knees like rubber.”

“No more this evening,” Freiwald decided.

They took off their head protection. Sweat gleamed on her face and plastered hair to brow; her breath was noisy; but her eyes sparkled. “Some workout!” She flopped onto a chair. Freiwald joined her. This late in the ship’s evening, they had the gymnasium to themselves. It felt huge and hollow, making them sit close together.

“You will find it easier with other women,” Freiwald told her. “I think you had better start them soon.”

“Me? Instruct a female fencing class at my stage?”

“I will continue to work out with you,” Freiwald said. “You can stay ahead of your pupils. Don’t you see, I must begin with the men. And if the sport draws as much interest as I would like, it will take time to make the equipment. Besides more masks and foils, we need épées and sabers. We cannot delay.”

Sadler’s merriment faded. She gave him a studying look. “You didn’t propose this of your own accord? I’d assumed, you being the only person who’d fenced back on Earth, you wanted partners.”

“It was Constable Reymont’s idea, when I happened to mention my wish. He arranged that stock be issued me to produce the gear. You see, we must maintain physical fitness—”

“And distract ourselves from the bind we’re in,” she said harshly.

“A sound physique helps keep a sound mind. If you go to bed tired, you don’t lie awake brooding.”

“Yes, I know. Elof—” Sadler stopped.

“Professor Nilsson is perhaps too engaged in his work,” Freiwald dared say. His gaze left her, and he flexed the blade between his hands.

“He’d better be! Unless he can develop unproved astronomical instrumentation, we can’t plot an extragalactic trajectory on anything except guesswork.”

“True. True. I would suggest, Jane, your man might benefit, even in his profession, if he would take exercise.”

It was forced from her: “He’s getting harder to live with every day.” She took the offensive. “So Reymont’s appointed you coach.”

“Informally,” Freiwald said. “He urged me to take leadership, develop new, attractive sports— Well, I am one of his unofficial deputies.”

“Uh-huh. And he himself can’t. They’d see his motives, they’d think of him as a drillmaster, the fun would be gone, and they’d stay away by dozens.” Sadler smiled. “Okay, Johann. Count me in on your conspiracy.”

She offered her hand. He took it. The clasp continued.

“Let’s get out of this wet padding and into a wet swimming pool,” she proposed.

He replied scratchily: “No, thank you. Not tonight. We would be alone. I don’t dare that any longer, Jane.”

* * *

Leonora Christine encountered another region of increased matter density. It was more tenuous than the nebulina which had caused her trouble, and she ran it without difficulty. But it reached for many parsecs. Her tau shrank at a pace which in her own chronology was stupefying. By the time she emerged, she was going so fast that the normal one atom per cubic centimeter counted for about as much as the cloud had done. Not only did she keep the speed she had gained, she kept the acceleration.