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THIRTY-TWO

Elvox saw the old Aighor ship and visibly flinched. The pursuit ship's first mate looked aside from their instruments and raised an eyebrow.

"Dead stop to us, sir," he said.

Elvox nodded. "I know the ship."

"Yessir—Third Aighor, isn't it?"

"I know who owns it. Run a check on Alae and Oomalo Waunter and see if they're in the employ of anyone we know."

It was their duty to keep a watch on the ships that tried to illegally enter the Ring Stars area. United Stars was trying to keep the area closed, with the cooperation of Dallat and Hafkan Bestmerit, until everyone was satisfied there was nothing important to find. The Waunters' ship had almost made it through the thinly spread sensor nets.

They hadn't tried to run once spotted and hailed. Now Elvox's pursuit ship was closing rapidly, like a flea near a dog.

"Their equipment answers for them, sir," said the duty watch officer. "They won't speak personally. They accept a boarding request."

"Any explanation about what they're doing here?"

"No, sir, but it's implied. They're down and out. Most of the independents trying to break through are indigent."

Elvox nodded. He had almost managed to forget. Now it was all coming back. He had spent a year's lonely, dull duty overseeing experiments on Precipice 5, trying to redeem himself after the Perfidisian fiasco; he had succeeded and was now working his way through ranks, almost back to where he had started. There had been no overt disapproval—just the unexplained passovers for promotion.

"Find the best entrance, and have Davis dial an appropriate fitting. We'll board after sanitation checks."

"Yessir," the first mate said.

Elvox went to the research room to prepare a brief on the boarding. They'd have to search the ship from end to end. That would take a couple of days, with officers stationed on the ship until they were cleared—if they were cleared. Usually the independents found nothing of value.

He wondered why the Waunters were desperate, if they were. His old twinge of guilt returned. He could be responsible—

"We've got a fitting, sir. Edging up," the first mate reported.

The interior of the old ship was in good condition. Unlike many independents, the Waunters had kept their vessel in repair. There were no unusual microorganisms to deal with.

Elvox's team of three, including himself, boarded five hours after linking. They crossed a narrow bridge over the sea-tanks, following their charts and the scant directions given by computer voices, and headed toward the forward living quarters.

"I've seen old Aighor ships in projections," the first mate said, "but this is something else."

"They're impressive," Elvox said tersely.

The Waunters waited for them on the bridge, standing by human-form chairs, dressed in formal attire. Elvox deployed his men to begin the search.

"We regret you've inadvertently entered forbidden space," he said, following the polite ritual. "United Stars will reimburse you for any inconvenience. This action is sanctioned by the Centrum."

Oomalo Waunter nodded and smiled wanly.

"You're the officer that was on our planet," Alae said, looking him over coldly.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Have things gone well for you since?" she asked.

"Well enough."

"Not so well for us." She shrugged. "That was a turning point, Now we free-lance listen, survey. No commissions. But we have enough to listen comfortably for a couple of centuries."

Elvox didn't contradict her.

"Something will show up," she finished, turning away from him.

He kept his silence, though the pressure was building up. He conducted his men through the first day of examination, then slept aboard the linked pursuit ship.

The next morning he talked to Oomalo.

"I don't think you're doing as well as your wife says."

"Well enough," Waunter said, his voice neither denying or assenting.

"This ship's an archaeological curiosity, you know. You could sell her and settle on a comfortable estate someplace, perhaps even Myriadne."

"I'm not through cataloging and investigating. Lots of research left to do. Besides, Alae prefers the employment. We'd go insane on a planet."

"You've heard about Nestor and Kawashita," Elvox said, his voice faltering.

"No," Waunter said. "Don't pay attention to communications if they don't concern business."

Elvox nodded. The next day's examination turned up nothing, and everything but the most difficult recesses were checked. Elvox decided he trusted the Waunters.

"I feel a certain camaraderie with them," he told the first mate. "I think they're honest enough we can take them at their word."

"Sir, we were told to scrub any suspicious ship until it gleamed—"

"That's not always practical. Let's clear her and send them on their way."

The young officer nodded reluctantly. Something had changed in the CO since they'd seen the Aighor ship, but he couldn't say exactly what. A loss of impetus, perhaps.

Elvox went aboard the old ship for one last time to tell the Waunters they'd be free soon. He sat next to them in the human-form chairs on the alien bridge, watching the ancient lights gleam steadily, folding and unfolding his hands.

"I have something of a confession to make," he said. "I lost an important part of me on the Perfidisian planet. My self-respect. I didn't tell you something which I thought could be important."

Alae looked at him without apparent interest, but Oomalo smiled his old, wan smile. "Yes?"

"Nestor and Kawashita, they're married now. Living on the planet, in the dome. You know I was involved with her for a while."

Alae made no move, but Oomalo nodded.

"Her—their—marriage shook me considerably. Until I figured out their motivation."

"You mean, why she didn't go with you."

"No . . . not exactly." He tried to find the right way to say what he needed to say. Confession was such an awkward, painful means. "I spent a year working off the mistakes I made on that planet. Very unpleasant duty. I had a lot of time to think."

Alae stared at the green bulkhead to her left, blinking.

"They fooled all of us," Elvox said. "And the Centrum."

"We're very tired," Alae said. "Finish your check and let us go."

"You don't seem to be catching what I'm saying. They must have found something on the planet, something they don't want anyone to know about yet. Especially you."

When Alae looked at him this time, her eyes were steady and frozen gray. "We don't care about that anymore. Our luck has run out. We didn't even want to come here, but there was nothing left. Leave us be."

"They had an orgy, you know, after they were married. They went to two dozen planets, trying to find something for the Japanese. He never could find it. It was like they were trying to waste time until they felt more comfortable about doing whatever they planned to do. Or perhaps they were running away from themselves, until they got their courage back again."

"You are saying she would never have preferred him over you," Oomalo said, still smiling. "Unless she was well motivated."

"No," Elvox said, lying. "I don't care about that now. Don't you even want to claim what's due to you?"

"Nothing's due," Oomalo said. "Go, please."

"Everything's due!" Elvox said loudly. Oomalo frowned at his tone of voice.

"Your men have finished the inspection. They have no more business here."

"She married the Japanese to control him because she found something valuable. Together they conspired to keep it a secret so you wouldn't get your share. They want it all. And if she's willing to be secretive over so small a share, it must be a huge find—monumental. Enough to make even ten percent—"

"I don't ever want to see that planet again," Alae said softly. "I don't ever want to see these stars again. We're leaving now. Nothing but disappointment for five years. We don't need any more."

"What are you talking about?" Oomalo asked, as if coming out of a trance. "When did they marry?"

"Just after the decision. Do you know that you get everything if you prove they're holding out on you? Everything! The whole world, and all rights to what they've found."

"That planet was searched from pole to pole. There wasn't anything on it."

"How do we know that? The Perfidisians were obviously far advanced from us—how do we know what covering devices they might have used? I think Nestor stumbled on something important. If you don't look into it, you're insane."

Oomalo assumed the same level, burnt-out gaze as Alae. "Go," he said. "Take your crew and go."

Elvox was shaking when he left the ship. He was also smiling, though he didn't know it. He was too mad to talk to anyone for several minutes, but he'd just let an ugly monster off his back, something he'd carried for years. Now it was on somebody else.

It made him feel fine when he thought about it afterward. The injustice had been revealed to those who could do something about it. The Waunters had the legal right to call for an investigation. They could subpoena all of Nestor's records. It would cause her so much trouble, and he would be behind it all.

The ships separated.

 

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