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“You'd better. I want someone with Spacer blood around, if we run into any troubles.”

“Do you understand?” the man asked, bending closer to Bain. “If there's any trouble, the captain is going
to have to depend on you.”

“Yes, Sir! Yes, Ma'am!” Bain tried to bow, but his body wouldn't work right. Inside, he thought he could
start to fly without jet pack or wings or even a ship. He was going into space!

Chapter Two
For the first time in the six months since his parents died in the shuttle crash, Bain didn't hate the sight of
the orphanage. He stood on the ridge above the valley where the compound lay and studied the five
buildings below him. Soon, he would leave it behind forever. That thought made him happier than he had
felt in a long time.

The compound was a square, with four long buildings on the sides, and a small, square building in the
middle. Two buildings, on the north and south, were dormitories. The east and west buildings were
classrooms, offices, the dining hall and storage rooms. The little center building was for prayers, worship
and meetings. Sister Koril, a member of the Order of Kilvordi, led the services and counseled anyone in
the whole colony who needed help. Bain liked her because she wasn't afraid of the Mashrami landing and
killing her. He wondered if that was because she spent all her time studying about Fi'in and praying, or if
there was some other reason. Adults never told children anything.

In the spring, there was grass and flowers, and the children played games like kickball and tag. Now,
everything was dust in the hot sunshine. No one played outside.

Bain wondered what kind of games he could play on the ship. That reminded him—he hadn't even asked
Captain Lin Fieran the name of her ship. Who was Ganfer? Crew? He had a hundred questions to ask.
He had been too surprised, too glad to ask before he left the governor's office.

He was going into space!

Bain wondered who to tell first. Because he was new, the other boys hadn't made friends with him until a
little while ago. They studied with him and picked him for chore groups because Bain was smart and a
hard worker. He didn't get picked first for game teams yet. Well, maybe he wouldn't tell anyone. If they
wouldn't be his friends, why should he care?

Bain kicked a clod of dirt and started down the path to the orphanage. The clod shattered into a cloud of
dust, almost making him choke. Bain ran a few steps to escape the dust.

He slowed to a walk again. Even a few running steps made him sweaty and a little dizzy. Bain wouldn't
miss the heat. In his parents’ shuttle, they had kept the air dry and cool. They had hundreds of books and
songs on disk, and his mother was teaching him to play her harp and —

“Hey, space-brain!” Toly Gaber came around a corner as Bain reached the end of the north building. He
spread his arms to block the path. Bain tried to go around him, and Toly grabbed him by his collar. “Not
so fast.”

Bain kept his mouth closed and tried not to look Toly in the eye. He wanted to hit the fat, sweaty, blond
bully. He wanted to hit him so much that his stomach hurt—but Bain had tried that the first time Toly
picked on him. Bain got a bloody nose and a black eye that lasted for nearly a week. Toly had extra