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could not risk the nasty weather until I could get her proper clothing…and don't bother me now； dear； I've got cargo to worry about。
She took it well enough； pouting just a little。 She didn't like Valhalla anyhow； it has one…and…a…seventh gee and I had got them used to the luxury of free…fall……easy on her swelling belly； no strain on her arches or her swelling tits。 Now she suddenly found herself much heavier than she had ever been； awkward； and with unhappy feet。 What she could see of Valhalla from the entrance lock looked like a frozen slice of hell； she was pleased by my offer to take them on to Landfall。
Still； Valhalla was the only new place she had ever been； she wanted to see it。 I stalled while I got cargo unloaded； then took her measurements and got her one warm outfit in local style…but I played her a dirty trick； I fetched back three pairs of boots and let her take her choice。 Two pairs were plain work boots； the third pair was gaudy…and half a size too small。
So when I did take her groundside； she was wearing too…tight boots； and the weather was unusually cold and blustery…I had watched the predictions。 Torheim is pretty in spots； as skyport cities go…but I avoided those parts and took her 〃sightseeing〃 in dull neighborhoods…on foot。 By the time I flagged a sleigh and took her back to the ship； she was miserable； and glad to get out of unfortable clothes； especially the boots； and into a hot bath。
I offered to take her into town next day but left her free to refuse。 She declined politely。
（Omitted）
…not quite that bad； Minerva； I simply wanted to keep her in purdah without arousing her suspicions。 Actually I had bought two pairs of those gaudy boots； one pair her correct size…and switched them on her at the end of that first day； while she was soaking her poor tired feet。 Later I suggested that her trouble had been that she had never worn shoes or boots in her life…so why not wear them around the ship until she got the hang of it？
So she did and was surprised at how easy it was。 I explained with a straight face that her feet had swelled the first time；so take it easy； an hour today； a little more each day； until she felt fortable in them all day long。 In a week she was wearing them even if she wore nothing else； she was more fortable in them than barefooted…not surprising as they were arch…support footwear I had picked most carefully… between pregnancy and the difference in surface gravity of the two plas…point niy…five gee for her home pla； one point fourteen for Valhalla…she weighed about twenty kilos more than she ever had in her life； she needed contoured foot supports。
I had to caution her not to wear them to bed。
I took her to town a couple of times while I was selecting cargo； but I coddled her…not much walking or standing around。 She came along when I invited her but was always willing to stay aboard and read。
In the meantime Joe worked long hours； only one day off in seven。 So just before we left； I had him quit his job and I took my kids on a proper holiday； a sleigh hired for the day； with reindeer instead of power； sightseeing that was truly sightseeing on a clear； sunny day that was almost warm； lunch in the country at a fine restaurant with a view of snowcovered crags of Jotunheimen range； dinner at a still finer restaurant in the city； one with live music and entertaimnent as well as superb food…and a stop for tea at the little gourmet spot where Joe had labored so that he could be addressed as 〃Friherr Lang〃 by our host； instead of 〃Hey； you！〃…and have a chance to show off his beautiful； bulging bride。
And beautiful she was； Minerva。 On Valhalla both sexes wear； under heavy outdoor clothes； indoor clothes that are essentially pajamas。 The difference between those worn by women and by men lies in material； cut； and such。 I had bought one party outfit for each of them。 Joe looked smart and so did I； but all eyes were on Llita。 She was covered from shoulders to boots…but only technically。 The cloth of that harem outfit shimmered with changing lights； orange and green and gold； without obstructing the view。 Anyone who cared to look could see that her nipples were crinkled with excitement…and everyone cared to look。 That she clearly had only a couple of months to go gave her a large bonus vote toward？being picked as 〃Miss Valhalla。〃
She looked grand and knew it； and her face showed her happiness。 She was self…confident； too； as I had coached her in local table manners； and how to stand and how to sit and how to behave and such； and she had already got through lunch without a bobble。
It was all right to let her display herself and enjoy the silent； or sometimes not silent； applause； not only were we leaving right away； but also Joe and I had our knives in sight in our boot tops。 True； Joe was no knife fighter。 But the wolves there didn't know that； and not one was inclined to bother our beautiful bitch when she was flanked by wolves of her own。
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…early next morning despite a short night。 We loaded all day long； with Lilta handling manifests and Joe checking numbers while I made sure I wasn't being robbed。 Late that night I had us in n…space； with my pilot puter sniffing out the last decimal places for the first leg to Landfall。 I set the gravistat to bring us slowly down from Valhalla surface normal to a fortable quarter gee…no more free…fall until Llita had her baby…then locked the control room and headed down to my cabin； stinking and tired and trying to kid myself that tomorrow was soon enough for a bath。
Their door was open…their bedroom door； the room that had been Joe's before I turned their rooms into a suite。 Door open and them in bed…they had never done that before。
I soon learned why。 They piled out of bed and paddled toward me； they wanted me to join their fun…they wanted to thank me 。 。 for that party day； for buying them； for everything else。 His idea？ Hers？ Both？ I didn't try to find out； I just thanked them and told them that I was whipped to the red； worn out； and dirty…all I wanted was soap sand hot water and twelve hours of shut…eye…and for them to sleep late； we'd set up ship's routine after we were rested。
I did let them bathe me and massage me to sleep。 That did not break discipline； I had taught them a bit about massage； and Joe in particular had a firmly gentle touch； he had been massaging her daily during her pregnancy…even while working long hours in that restaurant。
But； Minerva； had I not been so bushed； I might have broken my rule about dependent females。
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…every tape； every book available in Torheim for a refresher in obstetrics and gynecology； plus instruments and supplies I had not expected to need aboard ship。 I kept to my cabin until I had mastered all new art and was at least as skilled in baby…catching as I had been as a country doctor on Ormuzd long before。
I kept a close eye on my patient； watched her diet； made her exercise； checked her gizzards daily…and permitted