“Well?” I asked her as she helped me. “How ’bout it? I got this sword that needs somebody to use it.” She sat me down on one of the bench seats in the ship’s cabin. She looked at the sword for a moment, seriously. Then she shook her head and said quietly, “I’ve got a job.” I smiled faintly and closed my eyes. “I thought you’d say that.” “Shut up, Harry.” “Okay,” I said.
