[Captain,] says Jane's voice, and Jane never calls her Captain, [I've lost ansible communications with the rest of Jane. Local programming including responding to prayers will run as usual without a problem, and the voice synthesis will continue to operate with the Jane voice instead of the Jehovah voice unless you request otherwise. However, interworld communication and travel is impossible until the connection is restored. The nature of the error is unknown and is not related to a mechanical defect of the ansibles aboard the ship or in your bracelet.]
Isabella blinks.
[...Please do change voices as long as you aren't actually Jane.]
The voice changes, but says, [I contain more software than the original Jehovah did, most of which is original to Jane.]
[You're talking more like him than her.]
[Yes, Captain.]
[Alert me immediately when you have ansible communications back.]
[Yes, Captain.]
Isabella pads across the room to sit where Micaiah is sleeping and lay her hand on his back.
She's making the requisite fuss, but it's pure theater; she got one coin out of the first contraction and has been acting since.
Micaiah, of course, is permitted in the room as the father of the child.
Damaris is a talkative little girl. She makes sounds, and the sounds gradually morph into words, and the words rapidly assemble into sentences. Her first word might be any of a number of things - her pronunciation lags behind her vocabulary, and many of her early utterances are open to considerable interpretation - but her first complete and adult-sounding sentence, when she's not quite two, is: "No, I want the smushy peas!"
The cleanup of smushy peas could be accomplished more efficiently with magic, but Isabella doesn't want Damaris to grow up with no idea how to do things the ordinary way; it would make her peculiar to her peers. Soap and water are deployed.
Isabella laughs. "Well, first of all, that would be very uncomfortable. You saw how big I got when I was pregnant with just Keziah; imagine if there were six of her! And second of all, that's not what I meant. Imagine you're drawing with chalk, a line on the floor from that wall to this one. If you draw six lines at once, with six pieces of chalk, then there will be six times as much chalk on the floor, but the lines will still only go from one wall to the other."
"Well, let's suppose it takes three years for a little angel to become interesting," Isabella says, rocking a sleepy Keziah in her arms. "And let's say I'm only going to have two, that Keziah's going to be the last one. So when she's three, she'll be interesting, and if she could be interesting when she's two instead, then all my little-angel-interestingness would be done faster. But what if I'm going to have six of them? Then by the time the last one was interesting, you would be at least ten years old, if I had them one at a time. If they all were born at the same time then the same amount of little-angel-interestingness would be done faster, even if it still took them all three years."
Keziah isn't quite as precocious as Damaris, but when she is two and Damaris is five, she can reliably say things more intelligible than uncontextualized "juice" and "up" and "Mommy" and "Daddy" and "Dars", which is as close as she can come to Damaris's name for the first years of her life.
"Play wif me, Dars," Keziah says, tugging on Damaris's arm.
Delilah is alive, well, and only in her fifties, but she thinks Isabella could use the practice and she could use the spare time.
The family moves into a more central suite.
Phebe moves to Cedar Hills in poorly disguised disgust.
Everything is much busier, all at once. Isabella is obliged to ratify or overturn all manner of hold and province policy, and instead of being a plausible first port of call before taking a problem to Delilah, she is the ultimate authority.
Sometimes people go to Micaiah first. He is now a plausible first port of call before taking a problem to Isabella.
Anything that makes a buffer between Isabella and all this work is appreciated. It's interpersonal enough that she can't just speed up and handle everything in her head and with magic, and people have already started noticing that she doesn't seem to set aside much time for sleep.
The hold's angels aren't quite thrilled about taking directives to go here or there for this or that from a mortal, which is the most common suitable response for petitions, but Isabella perfects a withering why did you drag me here just to repeat what my husband said look that usually keeps anyone from soliciting confirmation of his instructions twice.
Life goes on. Isabella gets pregnant again. Serah gets married to a mortal and moves to Velora with him. Elisha finally gets one of his angel-seekers pregnant with an angel and she moves into the hold and proves much more able to hold his attention when she's nearby; they don't get married, but they live together. Isabella has baby the fourth, who is named Peninnah, after Isabella's recently deceased oracle mentor.
It is easy for days to go by without anything reminding anyone that they were once part of a peal of interdimensional Bells, but -
[Love, I think sometime soon we should tell Damaris about magic, and Jehovah, and the other worlds. She probably already suspects something. If nothing else she's had every opportunity to hear Ithiel's story.]
"I don't mean having permission or authority," Isabella says. "I thought you might have noticed that none of you girls have ever been sick, or hurt worse than a scraped knee, and that neither have we - that you might have heard the story surrounding Ithiel's birth; he's only a little older than you are - that I do not forget things, at all - that I don't sleep very much and I never seem tired - that your father and I can often coordinate very effectively with no obvious chance to speak to one another."
"When you were four I told you a bedtime story about a boat that could travel from star to star," says Isabella. "I didn't invent that idea. There are such boats. There is one traveling through Samaria's sky. It is piloted by a technology so advanced compared to what we have here that it can - almost, but not quite - think for itself. It can talk. It can hear, through technological ears it has planted here and there. It can change the weather, and it can shoot weapons that look like lightning, and it can drop seeds and medicine out of its cargo hold. And it addresses me as 'Captain'."
"When I was younger - just before I got pregnant with you, actually - your father and I found a magical door that led to another world. The door is gone now - it moves, and it doesn't always exist - but when we found it, we went through, and we met people who were a lot like us - only from other places."
"The door led to a magical restaurant," Isabella says, "that attaches to many, many other worlds. And some of those worlds have people who are just like me apart from having different homes, and some of them have people who are just like your father except for the same thing. And in some of those worlds, magic exists."
"Well, I suppose we'll think about it. There's one more thing. In addition to the magic doors - which we haven't found any of in a long time, now - there used to be another way to get from world to world. But it's broken now," Isabella adds with a sigh. "It might unbreak, later, but we don't know when if ever that will happen."
"We don't know how it broke. It might have died; it was a person. Her name was Jane, and she was an unusual sort of person who could reach into machines - like the interfaces at the oracles' retreats, or the spaceship - and become them. She became lots of machines on lots of worlds and connected them all together, and then she lost her connection - to here, or everywhere, we're not sure."
"Jane was almost like your cousin. Because she was - in a complicated way - a little like the daughter of one of the people from one of the other worlds who was like me and her boyfriend who was like your father. There were twelve of me, and eleven of him, that we'd found before Jane lost her connectivity."
Damaris is ten, Keziah seven, Ariel five, and Peninnah two, when the ship's voice changes again.