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I gave the flitterboat all the push it would take to get us to Ceres as fast as possible. I don’t like riding in the things. You sit there inside a transite hull, which has two bucket seats inside it, fore and aft, astraddle the drive tube, and you guide from one beacon to the next while you keep tabs on orbital positions by radio. It’s a long jump from one rock to the next, even in the asteroid belt, and you have to live inside your vac suit until you come to a stopping place where you can spend an hour or so resting before you go on. It’s like driving cross-continent in an automobile, except that the signposts and landmarks are constantly shifting position. An inexperienced man can get lost easily in the Belt.

I was happy to find that Jack Ravenhurst knew how to handle a flitterboat and could sight navigate by the stars. That meant that I could sleep while she piloted and vice-versa. The trip back was a lot easier and faster than the trip out had been.

I was glad, in a way, that Ceres was within flitterboat range of Raven’s Rest. I don’t like the time wasted in waiting for a regular spaceship, which you have to do when your target is a quarter of the way around the Belt from you. The cross-system jumps don’t take long, but getting to a ship takes time.

The Ravenhurst girl wasn’t much of a talker while we were en route. A little general chitchat once in a while, then she’d clam up to do a little mental orbit figuring. I didn’t mind. I was in no mood to pump her just yet, and I was usually figuring orbits myself. You get in the habit after a while.

When the Ceres beacon came into view, I was snoozing. Jack reached forward and shook my shoulder. “Decelerating toward Ceres,” she said. “Want to take over from here on?” Her voice sounded tinny and tired in the earphones of my fishbowl.

“O.K.; I’ll take her in. Have you called Ceres Field yet?”

“Not yet. I figured that you’d better do that, since it’s your flitterboat.”

I said O.K. and called Ceres. They gave me a traffic orbit, and I followed it in to Ceres Field.

It was a lot bigger than the postage-stamp field on Raven’s Rest, and more brightly lit, and a lot busier, but it was basically the same idea–a broad, wide, smooth area that had been carved out of the surface of the nickel-iron with a focused sun beam. One end of it was reserved for flitterboats; three big spaceships sat on the other end, looking very noblesse oblige at the little flitterboats.

I clamped down, gave the key to one of the men behind the desk after we had gone below, and turned to Jack. “I suggest we go to the hotel first and get a shower and a little rest. We can go out to Viking tomorrow.”

She glanced at her watch. Like every other watch and clock in the Belt, it was set for Greenwich Standard Time. What’s the point in having time zones in space?

“I’m not tired,” she said brightly. “I got plenty of sleep while we were on the way. Why don’t we go out tonight? They’ve got a bounce-dance place called Bali‘s that–“

I held up a hand. “No. You may not be tired, but I am. Remember, I went all the way out there by myself, and then came right back.

“I need at least six hours sleep in a nice, comfortable bed before I’ll be able to move again.”

The look she gave me made me feel every one of my thirty-five years, but I didn’t intend to let her go roaming around at this stage of the game.

Instead, I put her aboard one of the little rail cars, and we headed for the Viking Arms, generally considered the best hotel on Ceres.