uppress any reference to the reception in her honor。 However； Lanzecki would know that she had gone； and know； too； that she would not have evaded the responsibility she had accepted。 And there would be puter evidence of her arrival … even the Elders would have a hard time suppressing that sort of trail mark。 Not to mention her use of the credit outlet on Angel。 This could be very interesting！
She must have dozed off； for the couch had been fortable； the day's unusual exercise exhausting； and watching the weather screen soporific。 It was the lack of storm noise that woke her。 And a curious singing in her body which was her symbiont's reaction to drastic weather changes。 A quick glance at the screen showed her that the eye of the storm was presently over Angel Island。 She rubbed at her arms and legs； sure that the vibration she felt might be discernible。 However； Nahia had curled up on the end of the long couch； Hauness； one arm across her shoulders； was also asleep； head back against the cushions。 Theach was still diddling； but Erutown and Lars were absent。
She heard voices and steps on the circular stair and made a dash for the toilet。 She distinguished Lars's distinctive laugh； a bass rumble from his father； and a grunt that could be Erutown； and some other voices。 Until the eye had passed and the symbiont had quieted； Killashandra wanted to avoid everyone； especially Lars。
〃Carrigana？〃 Lars called。 Then she heard him approach the toilet and rap on the door。 〃Carrigana？ Would you mind fixing some hungry storm watchers more of those excellent sandwiches？〃
Under ordinary circumstances； Killashandra would have had a tart rejoinder but catering would solve the more immediate problem。
〃Just a moment。〃 She splashed water on her face； smoothed back her hair； and regarded the blossoms about her neck。 Strangely enough they were not dead； their petals were still fresh despite the creasing。 Their fragrance scented her fingers as she opened the crushed flowers and spread them back into their original shapes。
When she opened the door； Nahia and Hauness were making their way toward the catering area。
〃They only want to talk weather；〃 Nahia said with a smile。 〃We'll help you。〃
The others did talk weather； but on the units to other islands； checking on storm damages and injuries； finding out what supplies would be required； and which island could best supply the needs。 The three caterers served soup； a basic stew； and high…protein biscuits。 In the pany of Nahia and Hauness； the work was more pleasant than Killashandra would have believed。 She had never met their likes before and realized that she probably never would again。
The respite at the storm's eye was all too brief； and soon the hurricane was more frightening in its renewed violence。 Though it was a zephyr in parison to Ballybran turbulence； Killashandra rated it a respectable storm； and slept through the rest of it。
A touch on her shoulder woke her； a light touch that was then repeated and her shoulder held in a brief clasp。 That was enough to bring Killashandra to full awareness and she looked up at Nahia's perplexed expression。 Killashandra smiled reassuringly； attempting to pass off the storm resonance still coursing through her body。 As Lars was draped against her； she moved cautiously to a sitting position and took the steaming cup from Nahia with quiet thanks。 Killashandra wondered how the man had been able to sleep with her body buzzing。
Other storm watchers had disposed themselves for sleep about the room。 Outside a hard rain was falling and a stout wind agitated the rain forest but the blow had bee a shadow of its hurricane strength。
〃We had orders to wake people as soon as the wind died to force five；〃 Nahia said and extended a second hot cup to Killashandra for Lars。
〃Has there been much damage？ Many injuries？〃
〃Sufficient。 The hurricane was unseasonably early and caught some munities unprepared。 Olav is preparing emergency schedules for us。〃
〃Us？〃 Killashandra stared at Nahia in surprise。 〃Surely you're not going to risk being seen and identified here？〃
〃These are my own people； Carrigana。 I am safest in the islands。〃 Serenely confident； the beauty returned to the catering area。
Lars had awakened during that brief interchange although he hadn't changed his position。 His very blue eyes were watching her closely； no expression gave her a hint of his mood。 Lazily he caressed her leg。 Gradually his lips began to curve in a smile。 What he might have said； what thoughts he held behind those keen eyes he did not share with her。 Then he touched the garland she still wore； carefully unfolding a crushed petal。 〃Will you be crew for me？ We won't have much time together southbound。 Tanny； Theach； and Erutown sail with us； and we'll be dropping off supplies here and there。。。〃
〃Of course I'll e；〃 Killashandra said eagerly。 She wouldn't miss the trip for the world。 Only。。。 how would Lars take her deception？ Would she lose him？ Well； she didn't have to admit that she was the crystal singer they had incarcerated on the island！
The winds out of the Back Harbor were brisk enough to be dangerous； but the well laden Pearl settled down to her task like the splendid craft she was。 Erutown was the nonsailor among them and took to a bunk in the forward cabin until the motion sickness medication had taken effect。 Theach had appropriated the small terminal； smiling with absentminded good humor at his shipmates； before he resumed his programming。
Now that Tanny was on his way； he was as cheerful a panion as one could wish。 Nor was he impatient with Killashandra as a crewmember。 They had set sail once the winds had dropped to force three； one of the first of the larger sailing vessels to leave haven。 Others were being loaded and crewed for their relief voyages。 After the enforced idleness of the storm； it was good to be physically active。 Killashandra didn't mind the wet weather nor the tussle with wind as she and Tanny made periodic checks of the deck cargo。
Fresh water and food were unloaded at the first stop； and some emergency medical supplies。 The Pearl had carefully motored past the debris floating in the small harbor： roofs； the sides of dwellings； innumerable polly trees； fruit bobbing about like so many bald heads。 That sight had startled Killashandra and she had nearly exposed her ignorance of island phenomena to Tanny。 The inhabitants had taken refuge on the one highland of the island； but they were already hauling salvageables from the high tide mark and the water。 They cheered the arrival of the Pearl； some wading out to float the water…tight supplies in to shore。 The exchange was pleted in the time it took the Pearl to turn about and head back to the open sea。
And that was the routine at a half…dozen smaller islands。 Killashandra had had a long look at the charts and the pass； they were taking a long arcing route； 〃her〃 island being the farthest point of their journey to the southwest。
The waters were studded with islands； large； small； and medium。 All showed the devastation of the storm； and on most the polly trees were still bent over from their struggle with the hurricane： on some of the smaller islands； the trees had been uprooted。 As no one made a ment on this waste； Killashandra could not ask how soon polly would reestablish itself。
In answer to a faint emergency call； they eventually sailed into the harbor of a medium…size island that had lost its munications masts and had been unable to make contact with Angel。 Lars and Tanny went ashore there； leaving Killashandra in conspicuous sight while Erutown and Theach remained below。 Some of the urgently needed items could be supplied from the extras on board and Lars contacted Angel for the rest。
As they finally lifted anchor and sailed onward； Tanny's rising excitement was municated to Killashandra。 She could recognize nothing； but if they were indeed near the island of her incarceration； she had swum away from nearby help。 As they approached the next landfall； she didn't need Tanny's shout of relief to know they had reached 〃her〃 island； the huge polly tree in the center was a distinctive landmark。 Not only had the tree survived but also its siblings or offspring； an