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to keep me occupied on the journey to Perfecton.'<br />
'Ah yes, Perfecton; I am envious of you all. My slight sway with the Vice Chancellor was not<br />
enough to secure me a berth. I suppose that Earth Literature isn't the most obvious of studies for<br />
a journey to a dead civilization . . .'<br />
'I don't think Etiquette is going to be a vital discipline in the exploration either, but we have no<br />
fewer than two specialists in that field coming along.'<br />
'Hmm. Knowledge above all, as they say. To take one Etiquette specialist to Perfecton may be<br />
a misfortune, to take two . . .'<br />
'Is sheer bloody nonsense,' Bernice finished.<br />
'You know the quotation.' Archduke moved towards his library. 'I'll just get that data module.<br />
I'm sure it's compatible with the cruiser's computer.'<br />
Once he'd gone, Bernice kissed Wolsey on the top of his head. 'See what you've made me do?'<br />
she whispered. 'You've made me read a textbook.'<br />
Extract from the Diary of Bernice Summerfield:<br />
After I dropped Wolsey off at my rooms, and gave him one of his looks right back at him when he<br />
realized that his biccie ration had been cut in half, I rushed to my noon tutorial. That, as always,<br />
faded into an afternoon beer session in the Garland College bar, the Witch and Whirlwind. There's<br />
nothing like good, rich ale when the shadows grow longer and the gold of autumn is on the land.<br />
It helps you to embrace time, makes you philosophical. Or just too pissed to care. Over a couple<br />
of pints of it, I became settled into my favourite bar-corner armchair, seven of the most devoted<br />
of my protégés gathered in an adoring circle about me. Doran was there, but I managed to resist<br />
the urge to ruffle his hair, pinch his fresh cheek or pat him on the head. An urge towards maturity<br />
should not immediately turn one into a fruity old lady. He'd already started to read the book I'd<br />
given him, and didn't question the lack of archaeological material so far.<br />
My other six admirers were:<br />
Arex, Polybus: a Lucidian with golden skin who wears a freedom ring through his nose, a<br />
Lucidian Power Y shirt, and bristles at every mention I make of human achievement, insisting that<br />
the lost empire of Lucidia had been behind every major achievement in human history. He's actually<br />
right about that, but I wouldn't dream of telling him.<br />
Rose, Anne-Marie: a human girl who dotes on my every word and gesture, violently rowing<br />
with Arex whenever he disagrees with me. I think she may have a little bit of a crush on me, the<br />
poor thing. Hee hee hee hee hee.<br />
Fuleep, Ockjin: a vastly chested Maldean sports student, who tries to translate everything into<br />
a bizarre philosophy he calls Common Sense and can't be bothered to work too hard. He fears<br />
change, I think.<br />
Waspo, Jayne: a rich and offhand girl who spends all her time making sure that her dress<br />
doesn't get dirty. She seems to hang around me because she regards me as the closest thing the<br />
course has to a celebrity. Goddess knows what she'll be like in the field.<br />
Pluse, Vitor: a bit of a lad. He keeps making Chelonian jokes, which, since I have some personal<br />
experience of that species, I suppose I should complain about. He's also, unfortunately, a<br />
Linnekerist. You get a lot of these cultists in twentieth-century studies, but this one's my first.<br />
That's the trouble with religious tolerance: it stops you from giving somebody a good slap.<br />
Marjorie, Marjorie: a very caring and sharing young woman with pink hair and cheeks, who<br />
insists that we should all forget our differences and cooperate, and that everybody's point of view<br />
is equally valid. Whereas I tend towards the view that my point of view is rather more valid than<br />
anyone else's, her services at the more fractious moments of debate amongst this lot are welcome.<br />
We were arguing – sorry, debating – the current vogue in archaeology for actually experiencing<br />
the times researched, via sophisticated computer recreations of the era concerned. Now, I think<br />
this is bollocks, basically, that history creeps into the book of archaeology and rewrites every line,<br />
to the point where any reading of the past distorts it. It's a sort of quantum-fridge-light-on-offstatus-look-inside<br />
thing. But then I'm vastly experienced in practical archaeology, and my young