INCONSTANT STAR

BY

POUL ANDERSON
 The Man-Kzin Wars is created by Larry Niven.

 INCONSTANT STAR

 This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this
 book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is
 purely coincidental.

 Copyright C 1991 by Poul Anderson

 The parts of this novel have appeared in The ManKzin Wars 


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 The kzin screamed and leaped.
  In any true gravity field, Robert Saxtorph would have been dead half a
  minute later. The body has its wisdom, and his had been schooled through
  hard years. Before he really knew that a thunderbolt was coming at him, he
  had sprung aside--against the asteroid spin. As his weight dropped, he
  thrust a foot once more to drive himself off the deck, strike a wallfront,
  recover control over his mass, and bounce to a crouch.
  The kzin was clearly not trained for such tricks. He had pounced straight
  out of a crosslane, parallel to Tiamat's rotation axis. Coriolis force was
  too slight to matter. But instead of his prey, he hit the opposite side of
  Ranzau Passage. Pastel plastic cracked under the impact; the metal behind
  it boomed. He recovered with the swiftness of his kind, whirled about, and
  snarled.
  For an instant, neither being moved. Ten meters fi,om him, the kzin stood
  knife-sharp in Saxtorph's
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 awareness. It was as if he could count every redorange hair of the pelt.
 Round yellow eyes glared at him out of the catlike face, above the mouthful
 of fiLngs. Bat-wing ears were folded out of sight into the fur, for combat.
 The naked tail was angled past a columnar thigh, stiffly held. The claws
 were out, jet-black, on all four digits of either hand. Except for a phone
 on his left wrist, the kzin was unclad. That seemed to make even greater his
 250 centimeters of height, his barrel thickness.
  Before and behind the two, Ranzau Passage curved away. Windows in the
  wallfronts were empty, doors closed, signs turned off; workers had gone
  home for the nightwatch. They were always few, anyway. This industrial
  district had been devoted largely to the production of spaceship equipment
  which the hyperdrive was making as obsolete as fission power.
  There was no time to be afraid. "Hey, wait a minute, friend," Saxtorph
  heard himself exclaim automatically, "I never saw you before, never did you
  any harm, didn't even jostle you-"
  Of course that was useless, whether or not the kzin knew English. Saxtorph
  hadn't adopted the stance which indicated peacefulness. It would have put
  him off balance. The kzin bounded at him.
  Saxtorph released the tension in his right knee and swayed aside. Coming
  up,spin, his speed suddenly lessening his weight, the kzin-definitely not
  a veteran of space-went by too fast to change direction at once. As he
  passed, almost brushing the man, the gingery smell of his excitement
  filling the air, Saxtorph thrust fingers at an eye. That was just about the
  only vulnerable point when a human was unarmed. The kzin yowled; echoes
  rang.
  Saxtorph was shouting, too. "Help, murder, help!" Somebody should be in
  earshot of that. The kzin skidded to a halt and whipped about. It would
  have been astounding how quick and agile his bulk was, if
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 Saxtorph hadn't seen action on the ground during the war.
  Again saving his breath, the man backed downspin, but slantwise, so that he
  added little to his weight. Charging full-out, the kzin handicapped himself
  much more. The extra drag on his mass meant nothing to his muscles,, but
  confused his reflexes. Dodging about, Saxtorph concentrated first on
  avoiding the sweeps of those claws, second on keeping the velocity parame-
  ters unpredictably variable. From time to time he yelled.
  One slash connected. It ripped his tunic from collar to belt, and the
  undershirt beneath. Blood welled along shallow gashes. As he jumped clear,
  Saxtorph cracked the blade of his hand onto the flat nose before him. It
  did no real harm, but hurt. The kzin's eyes widened. The pupil of the
  undamaged one grew narrower yet. He had seen the scars across his oppo-
  nent's chest. This human had encountered at least one kzin before, face to
  face.
  But Saxtorph was fifteen years younger then, and equipped with a Gurkha
  knife. Now the wind was gusting out of him. His gullet was afire.
  Sluggishness crept into his motions. "Ya-a-ah, police, helpl Ki-yai!"
  A whistle skirled. The kzin halted. He stared past Saxtorph. The man dared
  not turn his head, but he heard cries and footfalls. The kzin turned and
  sped in the opposite direction, upspin. He whirled into the first crosslane
  he came to and disappeared.
  And that wasn't like his breed, either. Saxtorph sagged back against a
  wallfront and sobbed breath into his lungs. Sweat was cold and acrid on
  him. He felt the beginnings of the shakes and started calling calm down on
  himself, as the Zen master who helped train him for war had taught.
  One cop waved off a score or so of people whom the commotion had drawn
  after him and his companion. The other approached Saxtorph. He was stocky,
  clean-shaven, unremarkable except fbr the way he
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 cocked his ears forward-neither aristocrat nor Belter, just a commoner from
 Wunderland. "Was ist hier los?" he demanded somewhat wildly.
  Saxtorph could have recalled the Danish of his childhood, before the family
  moved to America, and brushed the rust off what German he'd once studied,
  and made a stab at this language. The hell with it. "Y-y-you speak
  English?" he panted.
  "Ja, some," the policeman answered. "Vat is t'is? Don't you know not to
  push a kzin around?"
  "I sure do know, and did nothing of the sort." Steadiness was returning.
  "He bushwhacked me, completely unprovoked. And, yes, this sort of thing
  isn't supposed to happen with kzinti, and I can't make any more sense of it
  than you. Aren't you going to chase him?"
  "He's gone," said the policeman glumly. "He vill be back in Tigertown and
  t'e trail lost before ve can bring a sniffer to follow him. How you going
  tell vun of t'ose Teufeter from anot'er? You come along to t'e station,
  sir. Ve vill give you first aid and take your statement. "
  Saxtorph drew a long breath, grinned lopsidedly, and replied, "Okay. I'll
  want to make a couple of phone calls. My wife, and-it'd be smart to ask
  Commissioner Markham if I can put off my appointment with him."
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  Tiamat is much less known outside its system than it deserves to be. Once
  hyperdrive transport has become readily available and cheap, it may well
  be receiving tourists from all of human space: fbr it is a curious
  object, with considerable historical significance as well.
  Circling Alpha Centauri A near the middle of those asteroids called the
  Serpent Swarm, it was originally a chondritic body with a sideritic
  component giving it more structural strength than is usual for that kind.
  A rough cylinder, about 50 kilometers in length and 20 in diameter, it
  rotated on its long axis in a bit over ten hours; and at the epoch when
  humans arrived, that axis happened to be almost normal to the orbital
  plane. Those who settled on Wunderland paid it no attention; they had a
  habitable planet. The Belters who came later, from the asteroids of the
  Solar System, realized what a treasure was theirs. Little work was needed
  to make the cylinder smooth, control precession, and give it a
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 one g at the circumference. With its axial orientation, the velocity
 changes for spacecraft to dock were minimal, and magnetic anchors easily
 held them fast until they were ready to depart. The excavation of rooms
 and passages in the yielding material went rapidly. Thereafter, spaces
 just under the surface provided Earth-weight for such activities as
 required it, including the bringing of babies to term; farther inward were
 the levels of successively lower weight, where Belters felt comfortable
 and where other undertakings were possible.
  Everywhere around orbited members of the Swarm, their mineral wealth held
  in negligible gravity wells. Tiamat boomed. It became an industrial
  center, devoted especially to the production of things associated with
  spacefaring.
  When the kzinti invaded, they were quick to realize its importance. Their
  introduction of the gravity polarizer changed many of the manufacturing
  programs, but scarcely affected Tiamat itself; one seldom had any reason
  to adjust the field in a given section, since one could have whatever
  weight was desired simply by going to the appropriate level.
  Out of the years that followed have come countless stories of heroism,
  cowardice, resistance, collaboration, sabotage, salvage, ingenuity,
  intrigue, atrocity, mercy. Some are true. Certainly, when the human
  hyperdrive armada entered the Centaurian System, Tiamat might well have
  been destroyed, had not the Belter freedom fighters taken it over from
  within.
  So ended its heroic age. The rest is anticlimax. More and more, new
  technologies and new horizons are making it a relic.
  However, it is still populous and interesting. Not least of its
  attractions, though a mixed blessing, are the kzinti. Of those who stayed
  behind at this sun, or actually sought there, after the war---disgraced
  combatants, individuals who had formed ties too strong to break, Kdaptist
  refugees, eccentrics, and others
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 less understandable-a goodly proportion have their colony within Tiamat.
 Tigertown is well worth visiting, in a properly briefed tour group with an
 experienced guide.
  Tiamat also contains the headquarters of the Interworld Space Commission,
  which likewise is not as much in the awareness of the general public as it
  ought to be. Now that the hyperdrive has abruptly opened a way to far more
  undertakings than there are ships and personnel to carry out, rivalry for
  those resources often gets bitter. It can become political, planet versus
  planet at a time when faster-than-light travel has made peace between them
  as necessary as peace between nations on Earth had become when humankind
  was starting its outward venture. Until we have created enough capability
  to satisfy everyone, we must allocate. Alpha Centauri-Wunderland, parts of
  the Serpent Swarm-alone among human dwelling places, suffered kzin
  occupation, almost half a century of it. Alpha Centaurian men and women
  endured, or waged guerrilla warfare from remote and desolate bases, until
  the liberation. Who would question their dedication to our species as a
  whole?
  At least, it was an obvious symbolism to make them the host folk of the
  Commission; and Tiamat, not yet into its postwar decline, was a natural
  choice for the seat.
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  "Good evening, " replied Dorcas Glengarry Saxtorph. The headwaiter had
  immediately identified her as being from the Solar System and greeted her
  in English. I was to meet Professor Tregennis. The reservation may be in
  the name of Laurinda Brozik." You didn't just walk into the Star Well; it
  was small and expensive.
  Very briefly, his smoothness failed him and he let his gaze linger. Ten
  years after the end of the war, when outworlders had become a substantial
  fraction of the patronage, she was nonetheless a striking sight. A Belter,
  185 centimeters in height, slender to the point of leanness, she was not in
  that respect different from those who had inhabited the Swarm for
  generations. However, you seldom met features so severely classic,
  fair-skinned, with large green eyes under arching brows. The molding of her
  head was emphasized by the Sol-Belter style, scalp depilated except for a
  crest of mahogany hair that in her case swept halfway down her back. A
  shimmery gray gown

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 folded and refolded itself around carriage and gestures which, even for
 a person of spacer ancestry, were extraordinarily precise.
  The headwaiter regained professionalism. "Ah, yes, of course, madame."
  Dorcas didn't show her forty Earthyears much, but nobody would take her
  for a girl. "This way, please."
  The tables were arranged around a sunken transparency, ten meters across,
  which gave on the surface of Tiamat and thus the sky beyond.
  Nonreflecting, in the dim interior light it seemed indeed a well of night
  which the stars crowded, slowly streaming. The table Dorcas reached was
  on the bottom tier, with a view directly down into infinity. A glowlamp
  on it cast softness over cloth, silver, ceramic, and the two people
  already seated.
  Arthur Tregennis rose, courtly as ever. A Plateaunian of Crew descent,
  the astrophysicist stood as tall as she did and still more slim,
  practically skeletal. He had the flared hook nose and high cheekbones of
  his kindred; the long nail on his left little finger proclaimed him an
  aristocrat of his planet, never subject to manual labor. Dorcas sometimes
  wondered why he kept that affectation, when he admitted to having
  sympathized with the democrats and their revolution, 33 years ago. Habit,
  perhaps. Otherwise he was an unassuming old fellow.
  "Welcome, my lady," he said. His English was rather flat. Since the
  advent of hyperdrive and hyperwave, he'd been to so many scientific
  conferences, or in voice-to-voice contact with colleagues, that native
  accent seemed to have worn off---.except, maybe, when he was with his own
  folk on top of Mount Lookitthat. "Ah, is Robert detained?"
  "I'm afraid so." Dorcas let the waiter seat her. She'd reacquired a
  little sophistication since the war. "He had a nasty encounter, and the
  aftermath is still retro on him. He told me to come alone, give you his
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 regrets, and bring back whatever word you have for us.
  "Oh, dear, Laurinda Brozik whispered. "He's all right, isn't he?"
  The English of Tregennis' graduate student was harder for Dorcas to follow
  than his. It was from We Made It.
  The young woman was not a typical Crashlander-is there any such thing as a
  typical anything?-but she could not have been mistaken for a person fi-om
  anywhere else. Likewise tall and finely sculptured, she seemed attenuated,
  arachnodactylic, somehow both awkward and eerily graceful, as if about to
  go into a contortion such as her race was capable of. She belonged to the
  large albino minority on the planet, with snowy skin, big red eyes, white
  hair combed straight down to the shoulders. In contrast to Tregennis' quiet
  tunic and trousers, she wore a gown of golden-hued fabric--an expert would
  have identified it as Terrestrial silk-and an arrowhead pendant of topaz;
  but somehow she wore them shyly.
  "Well, he survived, not too upset." Glancing at the waiter, Dorcas ordered
  a dry martini, "-and I mean dry." She turned to the others. "He was on his
  way to talk with Markham," she explained. "Late hour, but the commissioner
  said he was too busy to receive him earlier. In fact, the meeting was to be
  at an auxiliary office. The equipment at the regular place is all tied up
  with-I'm not sure what. Well, Bob was passing through a deserted section
  when a kzin came out of nowhere and attacked him. He kept himself alive,
  without any serious damage, till the noise drew the police. The kzin fled."
  Oh, dearl" Laurinda repeated. She looked appalled.
  Tregennis had a way of attacking problems from unexpected angles. "Why was
  Robert on foot?" he asked.
 "What?" said Dorcas, surprised. She considered.
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 "The tubeway wasn't convenient for his destination, and it's not much of
 a walk. What of it?"
  "There have been ample incidents, I hear. Kzinti with their hair-trigger
  tempers; and many humans bear an unreasoning hatred of them. I should
  think Robert would take care." Tregennis chuckled. "He's too seasoned a
  warrior to want any trouble."
  "He had no reason to expect any, I tell you." Dorcas curbed her
  irritation. "Never mind. It was doubtless just one of those things. He
  has a ruined tunic and four superficial cuts, but he gave as good as he
  got. The point is, the police are in an uproar. They were nervous enough,
  now they're afraid of more fights. They've kept him at the station, ques-
  tioning him over and over, showing him stereograms of this or that
  kzin-you can imagine. When last he called, he didn't expect to be free
  for another couple of hours, and then, on top of having nearly gotten
  killed, he'll be wrung out. So he told me to meet you on behalf of us
  both."
 "Horrible," Laurinda said. "But at least he is safe."
  "We regret his absence, naturally," Tregennis added, "and twice so when
  we had invited you two to dinner here in celebration of good news."
  Dorcas smiled. "Well, I'll be your courier. What is the message?"
  It is for you to tell, Laurinda," the astrophysicist said gently.
  The girl swallowed, leaned fbrward, and blurted, "This mornwatch I got
  the word I'd hoped for. On the hyperwave. My father, he, he'd been away,
  and afterward I suppose he needed to think about it, because that is a
  lot of money, but-but if necessary, he'll give us a grant. We won't have
  to depend on the Commission. We can take off on our ownl"
 "Wow-oo," Dorcas breathed.
  Though it made no sense, for a tumbling few seconds her mind was on
  Stefan Brozik, whom she had never met. He had been among those on We Made
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 It quickest to seize the chance when the Outsiders came by with their offer
 to sell the hyperdrive technology. For a while he was an officer in one of
 the fleets that drove the kzin sublight ships back and back into defeat.
 Returning, he made his fortune in the production of hyperdrives for both
 government and private use; and Laurinda was his adored only daughter-
  "It will take a time," came Tregennis' parched voice. "First the draft must
  clear the banks, then we must order what we need and wait for delivery. The
  demand exceeds the supply, after all. However, in due course we will be
  able to go."
  His white head lifted. Dorcas remembered what he had said to Markham, when
  the commissioner declared: "Professor, this star of yours does appear to be
  an interesting object. I do not doubt an expedition to it would have
  scientific value. But space is full of urgent work to do, human work to do.
  Your project can wait another ten or fifteen years."
 Iron had been in Tregennis' answer: "I cannot."
  "Wonderful!" exclaimed Dorcas. Her jubilation was moderate merely because
  she had expected this outcome. The only question had been how long it would
  take. Stefan Brozik wouldn't likely deny his little girl a chance to go
  visit the foreign sun which she, peering from orbit around Plateau, had
  discovered, and which could make her reputation in her chosen field.
  Nonetheless, Dorcas' gaze left the table and went off down the well of
  stars. Alpha Centauri B, dazzling bright, had drifted from it. She had a
  clear view toward the Lesser Magellanic Cloud. in yonder direction lay Beta
  Hydri, and around it swung Silvereyes, the most remote colony that
  humankind had yet planted. Beyond Silvereyes-But glory filled vision.
  Laurinda's sun was a dim red dwarf, invisible to her. Strange thought, that
  such a thing might be a key to mysteries.
 Anger awoke. "Maybe we won't need your father's
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 money," Dorcas said. "Maybe the prospect will make that slime-bugger see
 reason."
 I beg your pardon?" asked Tregennis, shocked.
  "Markham." Dorcas grinned. "Sorry. You haven't been toe-to-toe with him,
  over and over, the way Bob and I have. Never mind. Don't let him or a
  quantum-headed kzin spoil our evening. Let's enjoy. We're going!"
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  The office of Ulf Reichstein Markham was as austere as the man himself.
  Apart from a couple of chairs, a reference shelf, and a desk with little
  upon it except the usual electronics, its largeness held mostly empty
  space. Personal items amounted to a pair of framed documents and a pair of
  pictures. On the left hung his certificate of appointment to the Interworld
  Space Commission and a photograph of his wife with their eight-year-old
  son. On the right were his citation for extraordinary heroism during the
  war and a portrait painting of his mother. Both women showed the pure
  bloodlines of Wunderland aristocracy, the older one also in her expression;
  the younger looked subdued.
  Markham strove to maintain the same physical appearance. His father had
  been a Belter of means, whom his mother married after the family got in
  trouble with the kzinti during the occupation and fled to the Swarm. At age
  50 he stood a slender, swordblade-straight 195 centimeters. Stiff
  gray-blond

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 hair grew over a narrow skull, above pale eyes, long nose, outthrust chin
 that sported the asymmetric beard, a point on the right side. Gray and
 closefitting, his garb suggested a military uniform.
  I trust you have recovered from your experience, Captain Saxtorph," he said
  in his clipped manner.
  "Yah, I'm okay, aside from puzzlement." The spaceman settled back in his
  chair, crossed shank over thigh. "Mind if I smoke?" He didn't wait for an
  answer before reaching after pipe and tobacco pouch.
  Markham's lips twitched the least bit in disdain of the uncouthness, but he
  replied merely, "We will doubtless never know what caused the incident. You
  should not allow it to prey on your mind. The resident kzinti are under
  enormous psychological stress, still more so than humans would be in
  comparable circumstances. Besides uprootedness and culture shock, they must
  daily live with the fact of defeat. Acceptance runs counter to an instinct
  as powerful in them as sexuality is in humans. This individual, whoever he
  is, must have lashed out blindly. Let us hope he doesn't repeat. Perhaps
  his friends can prevail on him. "
  Saxtorph scowled. I thought that way, too, at first. Afterward I got to
  wondering. I hadn't been near any kzinti my whole time here, this trip.
  They don't mingle with humans unless business requires, and then they
  handle it by phone if at all possible. This fellow was way off the
  reservation. He lurked till I arrived, in that empty place. He was wearing
  a phone. Somebody else, shadowing me, could have called to tell him I was
  coming and the coast was clear. "
  "Frankly, you are being paranoid. Why in creation should he, or anyone,
  wish you harm? You specifically, I mean. Furthermore, conspiracy like that
  is not kzin behavior. It would violate the sense of honor that the meanest
  among them cherishes. No, this poor creature went wandering about, trying
  to walk
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 off his anger and despair. When you chanced by, like a game animal on the
 ancestral planet passing a hunter's blind, it triggered a reflex that he
 lost control of."
  "How can you be sure? How much do we really know about that breed?"
 I know more than most humans."
 "Yah," drawled Saxtorph, "I reckon you do."
  Markham stffened. His glance across the desk was like a levelled gun. For
  a moment there was silence.
  Saxtorph got his pipe lit, blew a cloud Of smoke, and through it peered
  back in more relaxed wise. He could affbrd to; somatic presence does make
  a difference. Barely shorter than the Wunderlander, he was hugely broader
  of shoulders and thicker of chest. His face was wide, craggy-nosed,
  shaggy-browed, with downward-slanted blue eyes and reddish hair that, at
  age 45, was getting thin. Whatever clothes he put on, they soon looked
  rumpled, but this gave the impression less of carelessness than of
  activity.
  "What are you implying, Captain?" Markham asked low.
  Saxtorph shrugged. "Nothing in particular, Commissioner. It's common
  knowledge that you have quite a lot to do with 'em."
  "Yes. Certain among the rabble have called me 'kzin-lover.' I did not
  believe you shared their sewer mentality. "
  " Whoa, there." Saxtorph lifted a palm. "Easy, please. Of course you'd
  take a special interest. After all, the kzin empire, if that's what we
  should call it, it's still out yonder, and we still know precious little
  about it. Besides handling matters related to kzin comings and goings,
  you have to think about the future in space. Getting a better handle on
  their psychology is a real service."
  Markham eased a bit. "Learning some compassion does no harm either," he
  said unexpectedly.
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  "Hm? Pardon me, but I should think that'd be extra hard for you."
  Markham's history flitted through Saxtorph's mind. His mother had
  apparently married his commoner father out of necessity. Her husband died
  early, and she raised their son in the strictest aristocratic and martial
  tradition possible. By age 18 Markham was in the resistance forces. As
  captain of a commando ship, he led any number of raids and gained a
  reputation for kzin-like ruthlessness. He was 30 when the hyperdrive armada
  from Sol liberated Alpha Centauri. Thereafter he was active in restoring
  order and building up a Wunderland navy. Finally leaving the service, he
  settled on the planet, on a restored Reichstein estate granted him, and
  attempted a political career; but he lacked the needful affability and
  willingness to compromise. It was rumored that his appointment to the Space
  Commission had been a way of buying him off-be had been an often annoying
  gadfly~but he was in fact well qualified and worked conscientiously.
  The trouble was, he had his own views on policy. With his prestige and
  connections, he had managed in case after case to win agreement fi-om a
  voting majority of his colleagues.
  Saxtorph smiled and added, "Well, Christian charity is all the more
  valuable for being so rare."
  Markham pricked up his ears. The pale countenance flushed. "Christianl" he
  snapped. "A religion for slaves. No, I learned to respect the kzinti while
  I fought them. They were valiant, loyal, disciplinedand in spite of the
  propaganda and horror stories, their rule was by no means the worst thing
  that ever happened to Wunderland.-
  He calmed, even returned the smile. "But we have drifted rather far off
  course, haven't we? I invited you here for still another talk about your
  plans. Have I no hope of persuading you the mission is wasteful folly?"
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  "You've said the same about damn near every proposal to do any real
  exploring," Saxtorph growled.
  "You exaggerate, Captain. Must we go over the old, trampled ground again?
  I am simply a realist. Ships, equipment, trained crews are in the shortest
  supply. We need them closer to home, to build up interstellar commerce and
  industry. Once we have that base, that productivity, yes, then of course we
  go forward. But we will go cautiously, if I have anything to say about it.
  Was not the kzin invasion a deadly enough surprise? Who knows what dangers,
  mortal dangers, a reckless would-be galaxytrotter may stir up?"
  Saxtorph sighed. "You're right, this has gotten to be boringly familiar
  territory. I'll spare you my argument about how dangerous ignorance can be.
  The point is, I never put in for anything much. For a voyage as long as we
  intend, we need adequate supplies, and our insurance carrier insists we
  carry double spares of vital gear. The money Professor Tregennis wangled
  out of his university fbr the charter won't stretch to it. So we all
  rendezvoused here to apply for a government donation of stuff sitting in
  the warehouses.
 "It just might buy you a scientific revolution."
  He had rehashed this with malice, to repay Markham for the latter's own
  repetition. It failed to get the man's goat. Instead, the answer was,
  mildly, "I saw it as my duty to persuade the Commission to deny your
  request. Please believe there was no personal motive. I wish you well."
  Saxtorph grinned, blew a smoke ring, and said, "Thanks. Want to come wave
  goodbye? Because we are going."
  Markham took him off guard with a nod. "I know. Stefan Brozik has offered
  you a grant."
  "Huh?" Saxtorph grabbed his pipe just before it landed in his lap. He
  recovered his wits. "Did you have the hyperwave monitored for messages to
  mem-
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 bers of our party?" His voice roughened. "Sir, I resent that."
  "It was not illegal. I was ... more concerned than you think." Markham
  leaned forward. "Listen. A man does not necessarily like doing what duty
  commands. Did you imagine I don't regret choking off great adventures, that
  I do not myself long fbr the age of discovery that must come? In my heart
  I feel a certain gratitude toward Brozik. He has released me.
  "Now, since you are inevitably going, it would be pointless to continue
  refusing you what you want. That can only delay, not stop you. Better to
  cooperate, win back your goodwill, and in return have some influence on
  your actions. I will contact my colleagues. There should be no difficulty
  in getting a reversal of our decision."
  Saxtorph sagged back in his chair. "Judas ... priest. "
  "There are conditions," Markham told him. "If you are to be spared a long
  time idle here, prudent men must be spared nightmares about what grief you
  might bring on us all by some blunder. Excuse my blunt language. You are
  amateurs."
 "Every explorer is an amateur. By definition."
 "You are undermanned."
  I wouldn't say so. Captain; computerman; two pilots, who're also
  experienced rockjacks and planetsiders; quartermaster. Everybody competent
  in a slew of other specialties. And, this trip, two scientists, the prof
  and his student. What would anybody else do?"
  "For one thing," Markham said crisply, "he would counsel proper caution and
  point out where this was not being exercised. He would keep official policy
  in your minds. The condition of your obtaining what you need immediately is
  this. You shall take along a man who will have officer status-"
  "Hey, wait a minute. I'm the skipper, my wife's the mate as well as the
  computerman, and the rest
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 have shaken down into a damn good team. I don't aim to shake it back up
 again."
  "You needn't," Markham assured him. "This man will be basically an observer
  and advisor. He should prove useful in several additional capacities. In
  the event of ... disaster to the regular officers, he can take command,
  bring the.ship back, and be an impartial witness at the inquwy. ,
  "M-m-m. " Saxtorph fi-owned, rubbed his chin, pondered. "Maybe. It'll be a
  long voyage, you know, about ninety days cooped up together, with God knows
  what at the end. Not that we expect anything more than interesting
  astronomical objects. Still, you're right, it is unpredictable. We're a
  close-knit crew, and the scientists seem to fit in well, but what about
  this stranger?"
  I refer you to my record," Markham replied. When Saxtorph drew a sharp
  breath, the Wunderlander added, "Yes, I am doubtless being selfish.
  However, my abilities in space are proven, and-in spite of everything, I
  share the dream."
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  In her youth, before she became a tramp, Rover was a naval transport, UNS
  Ghost Dance. She took men and mat6riel from their sources to bases around
  the Solar System, and brought some back for furlough or repair. A few
  times she went into combat mode. They were only a few. The kzinti hurled
  a sublight fleet out of Alpha Centauri at variable intervals, but years
  apart, since one way or another they always lost heavily in the
  sanguinary campaigns that followed. Ghost Dance would release her twin
  fighters to escort her on her rounds. Once they came under attack, and
  were the survivors.
  Rover might now be less respectable, maybe even a bit shabby, but was by
  no means a slattern. The Saxtorphs had obtained her in a postwar sale of
  surplus and outfitted her as well as their finances permitted. On the
  outside she remained a hundred-meter spheroid, its smoothness broken by
  airlocks, hatches, boat bays, instrument housings, communications boom,
  grapples, and micrometeoroid pocks that had

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 given the metal a matte finish. Inboard, much more had changed. Automated as
 she was, she never needed more than a handfid to man her; on a routine
 interplanetary flight she was quite capable of being her own crew. Most
 personnel space had therefore been converted for cargo stowage. Those people
 who did travel in her had more room and comfort than formerly. Instead of
 warcraft she carried two Prospector class boats, primarily meant for
 asteroids and the like but well able to maneuver in atmosphere and set down
 on a fair-sized planet. Other machinery was equally for peaceful, if
 occasionally rough use.
  "But how did the Saxtorphs ever acquire a hyperdrive?" asked Laurinda
  Brozik. "I thought licensing was strict in the Solar System, too, and they
  don't seem to be terribly influential."
  "They didn't tell you?" replied Kamehameha Ryan. "Bob loves to guffaw over
  that caper."
  Her lashes fluttered downward. A tinge of pink crossed the alabaster sidn.
  1, 1 don't like to ... pry-.ask personal questions."
  He patted her hand. "You're too sweet and considerate, Laurinda. Uh, okay
  to call you that? We are in for a long haul. I'm Kam."
  The quartermaster was showing her around while Rover moved up the Alpha
  Centaurian gravity well until it would be safe to slip free of Einsteinian
  space. Her holds being vacant, the acceleration was several g, but the
  interior polarizer maintained weight at the half Earth normal to which
  healthy humans from every world can soon adapt. "You want the grand tour,
  not a hasty look-around like you got before, and who'd be a better guide
  than me?" Ryan had said. "I'm the guy who takes care of inboard operations,
  everything from dusting and polishing, through mass trim and equipment
  service, on to cooking, which is the real art." He was a stocky man of
  medium height, starting to go plump, round-faced, dark-complexioned, his
  blue-black hair streaked with
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 the earliest frost. A gaudy sleeveless shirt bulged above canary-yellow
 slacks and thong sandals.
  "Well, I-well, thank you, Kam," Laurinda whispered.
  "Thank you, my dear. Now this door I'd better not open for you. Behind it
  we keep chemical explosives for mining-type jobs. But you were asking about
  our hyperdrive, weren't you?
  "Well, after the war Bob and Dorcas-they met and got married during it,
  when he was in the navy and she was helping beef up the defenses at Ixa,
  with a sideline in translation-they worked for Solar Minerals, scouting the
  asteroids, and did well enough, commissions and bonuses and such, that at
  last they could make the down payment on this ship. She was going pretty
  cheap because nobody else wanted her. Who'd be so crazy as to compete with
  the big Belter companies? But you see, meanwhile they'd found the real
  treasure, a derelict hyperdrive craft. She wasn't UN property or anything,
  she was an experimental job a manufacturer had been testing. Unmanned; a
  monopole meteoroid passed close by and fouled up the electronics; she
  looped off on an eccentric orbit and was lost; the company went out of
  business. She'd become a legend of sorts, every search had failed, on which
  basis Dorcas figured out where she most likely was, and she and Bob went
  looking on their own time. As soon as they were ready they announced their
  discovery, claimed salvage rights, and installed the drive in this hull.
  Nobody had foreseen anything like that, and besides, they'd hired a smart
  lawyer. The rules have since been changed, Of course, but we come under a
  grandfather clause. So here we've got the only completely independent
  starship in known space."
 "It is very venturesome of YOU."
  "Yeah, things often get precarious. Interstellar commerce hasn't yet
  developed regular trade routes, except what govibrnment-owned lines
  monopolize.
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 We have to take what we can get, and not all of it has been simple hauling
 of stuff fi-om here to there. The last job turned out to be a lemon, and
 frankly, this charter is a godsend. Uh, don't quote me. I talk too much.
 Bob bears with me, but a tongue-lashing from Dorcas can take the skin off
 your soul."
 "You and he are old fiiends, aren't you?"
  "Since our teens. He came knocking his way around Earth to Hawaii, proved
  to be a good guy for a haole, I sort of introduced him to people and
  things, we had some grand times. Then he enlisted, had a real yeager of
  a war career, but you must know something about that. He looked me up
  afterward, when he and Dorcas were taking a second honeymoon, and later
  they offered me this berth."
 "You had experienceF,
  "Yes, I'd gone spaceward, too. Civilian. Interesting work, great pay,
  gkimor to draw the girls, because not many flatlanders wanted to leave
  Earth when the next kzin attack might happen anytime."
  "It seems so romantic," IAurinda murmured. "Superficially, at least, and
  to me."
  "What do you mean, please?' Ryan asked, in the interest of drawing her
  out. Human females like men who will listen to them.
  "Oh, that is-What have I done except study? And, well, research. I was
  born the year the Outsiders arrived at We Made It, but of course they
  were gone again long before I could meet them. In fact, I never saw a
  nonhuman in the flesh till I came to Centauri and visited Tigertown. You
  and your friends have been out, active, in the universe."
  I don't want to sound self-pitying," Ryan said, unable to quite avoid
  sounding smug, "but it's been mostly sitting inboard, then working our
  fingers off, fi-antic scrambles, shortages of everything, and moments of
  stark terror. A wise man once called adventure 'somebody else having a
  hell of a tough time ten light-years away.' "
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  She looked at him from her slightly greater elevation and touched his arm.
  "Lonely, too. You must miss your family."
  "I'm a bachelor type," Ryan answered, forbearing to mention the ex-wives.
  "Not that I don't appreciate you ladies, understand-"
  At that instant, luck brought them upon Carita Fenger. She emerged from a
  cold locker with a hundred-liter keg of beer, intended for the saloon, on
  her back, held by a strap that her left hand gripped. High-tech tasks were
  apportioned 'among all five of Rover's people, housekeeping chores among
  the three crewmen. This boat pilot was a jinxian. Her width came close to
  matching her short height, with limbs in proportion and bosom more so.
  Ancestry under Sirius had made her skin almost ebony, though the bobbed
  hair was no longer sun-bleached white but straw color. Broad nose,
  close-set brown eyes, big mouth somehow added up to an attractive face,
  perhaps because it generally looked cheerful. "Well, hi," she hailed.
  "What's going on here?"
  Ryan and Laurinda halted. I am showing our passenger around the ship," he
  said stiffly.
  Carita cocked her head. "Are you, now? That isn't all you'd like to show
  her, I can see. Better get back to the galley, lad. You did promise us a
  first-meal feast." To the Crashlander: "He's a master chef when he puts his
  mind to it. Good in bed, too."
  Laurinda dropped her gaze and colored. Ryan flushed likewise. "I'm sorry,"
  he gobbled. "Pilot Fenger's okay, but she does sometimes forget her
  manners.
  Carita's laugh rang. "I've not forgotten this nightwatch is your turn, Kam.
  I'll be waiting. Or shall I seduce Commissioner Markham---or Professor Tre-
  gennis?" To Laurinda: "Sorry, dear, I shouldn't have said that. Being
  coarse goes with the kind of life I've led. I'll try to do better. Don't be
  afraid of Kam. He's harmless as long as you don't encourage him."
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  She trudged off with her burden. To somebody born to jinx gravity, the
  weight was trifling. Ryan struggled to find words. All at once Laurinda
  trilled laughter of her own, then said fast, I apologize. Your
  arrangements are your own business. Shall we continue for as long as you
  can spare the time?"
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  The database in Rover contained books as well as musical and video
  performances. Both the Saxtorphs spent a considerable amount of their
  leisure reading, she more than he. Their tastes differed enough that they
  had separate terminals in their cabin. He wanted his literature, like his
  food, plain and hearty; Dorcas ranged wider. Ever since hyperwave made
  transmission easy, she had been putting hundreds of writings by
  extrasolar dwellers into the discs, with the quixotic idea of eventually
  getting to know most of them.
  The ship was a few days into hyperspace when she entered the saloon and
  found Tregennis. A couple of hours' workout in the gym, fbllowed by a
  shower and change of coverall, left her aglow. The Plateaunian sat
  talking with Markham. That was unusual; the commissioner had kept rather
  to himself.
  "Indeed the spectroscope, interferometer, the entire panoply of
  instruments reveals much," Tregennis was saying. "How else did Miss
  Brozik discover her star and learn of its uniqueness? But there is no
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 substitute for a close look, and who would put a hyperdrive in an unmanned
 probe?"
  "I know," Markham replied. "I was simply inquiring what data you already
  possess. That was never made clear to me. For example, does the star have
  planets?"
  "It's too small and faint for us to establish that, at the distance from
  which we observed. Ah, I am surprised, sir. Were you so little interested
  that you didn't ask questions?"
  'Why should he, when he was vetoing our mission?" Dorcas interjected. It
  brought her to their notice. Tregennis started to rise. "No, please stay
  seated." He looked so fragile. "No offense intended, Landholder Markham.
  I'm afraid I expressed myself tactlessly, but it seemed obvious. After all,
  you wereare a busy man with countless claims on your attention. "
  I understand, Mme. Saxtorph," the Wunderlander said stiffly. "You are
  correct. Feeling as I did, I took care to suppress my curiosity."
  Tregennis shook his head in a bemused fashion. He doubtless wasn't very
  familiar with the twists and turns the human mind can take. Dorcas recalled
  that he had never been married, except to his sciencethough he did seem to
  regard Laurinda as a surrogate daughter.
  The computerman sat down. "In fact," she said conciliatingly, I still
  wonder why you felt you could be spared from your post for as long as we
  may be gone. You could have sent somebody else."
  "Trustworthy persons are hard to find," Markham stated, "especially in the
  younger generation."
  ..I've gathered you don't approve of postwar developments on your planet."
  Dorcas glanced at Tregennis. "That's apropos the reason I hoped you would
  be here, Professor. I'm reading The House on Crowsnest-"
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  "What do you mean?" Markham interrupted. "Crowsnest is an area on top of
  Mount Lookitthat."
  Dorcas curbed exasperation. Maybe he couldn't help being arrogant. "I
  understand it's considered the greatest novel ever written on Plateau," she
  said.
  Tregennis nodded. "Many think so. I confess the language in it gets too
  strong for my taste."
  "Well, the author is a Colonist, telling how things were before and during
  the revolution," Dorcas said in Markham's direction. "Oppression does not
  make people nice. The wonder is that Crew rule was overthrown almost
  bloodlessly."
  "If you please," Tregennis responded, "we of the Crew families were not
  monsters. Many of us realized reform was overdue and worked for it. I
  sympathized myself, you know, although I did not take an active role. I do
  believe Nairn exaggerates the degree and extent of brutality under the old
  order. "
  "That's one thing I wanted to ask you about. His book's fall of people,
  places, events, practices that must be familiar to you but that nobody on
  any other planet ever heard of. Laurinda herself couldn't tell me what some
  passages refer to."
  Tregennis smiled. "She has only been on Plateau as a student, and was born
  into a democracy. Why should she concern herself about old, unhappy, faroff
  things? Not that she is narrow, she comes from a cultured home, but she is
  young and has a whole universe opening before her."
 Dorcas nodded. "A lucky generation, hers."
  "Yes, indeed. Landholder Markham, I must disagree with views you have
  expressed. Taken as a whole, on every world the young are rising marvel-
  ously well to their opportunities-better, I fear, than their elders would
  have done."
  "It makes a huge difference, being free," Dorcas said.
 Markham sat bolt upright. "Free to do what?" he
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 snapped. "To be vulgar, slovenly, ignorant, selfcentered, materialistic,
 comnwn? I have seen the degradation go on, year by year. You have stayed
 safe in your ivory tower, Professsor. You, Mme. Saxtorph, operate in
 situations where a measure of discipline, sometimes old-fashioned
 self-sacrifice, is a condition of survival. But I have gotten out into the
 muck and tried to stem the tide of it."
  "I heard you'd run for your new parliament, and I know you don't care for
  the popular modern styles," Dorcas answered dryly. She shrugged. I often
  don't myself. But why should people not have what they want, if they can
  come by it honestly? Nobody forces you to join them. It seems you'd force
  them to do what pleases you. Well, that might not be what pleases me!"
  Markham swallowed. His ears lay back. "I suspect our likes are not
  extremely dissimilar. You are a person of quality, a natural leader."
  Abruptly his voice quivered. He must be waging battle to keep his
  feelings under control. "In a healthy society, the superior person is
  recognized for what he or she is, and lesser ones are happy to be guided,
  because they realize that not only they but generations to come will
  benefit. The leader is not interested in power or glory for their own
  sake. At most, they are means to an end, the end to which he gives his
  life, the organic evolution of the society toward its destiny, the full
  flowering of its soul. But we are replacing living Genwinschaft with
  mechanical Gesellschaft. The cyborg civilization! It goes as crazy as a
  cyborg individual. The leading classes also lose their sense of
  responsibility. Those members who do not become openly corrupt turn into
  reckless megalomaniacs."
  Dorcas paled, which was her body's way of showing anger. "I've seen that
  kind of thinking described in history books," she said. "I thought better
  of you, sir. For your information, my grandfather was a cyborg after an
  accident. Betters always believed it was
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 as criminal to send convicts into the organ banks as any crime of theirs
 could be. He was the sanest man I've known. Nor have I noticed leaders of
 free Uk doing much that is. half as stupid or evil as what the master
 classes used to order. I'll make my own mistakes, thank you."
  "You certainly will. You already have. I must speak plainly. Your
  husband's insistence on this expedition, against every dictate of sound
  judgment, merely because it suits him to go, is a perfect example of a
  leader who has ceased to be a shepherd. Or perhaps you yourself are,
  since you have aided and abetted him. You could have remembered how ftill
  of terrible unknowns space is. Belters are born to that understanding.
  He is a flatlander."
  Dorcas whitened entirely. Her crest bristled. She stood up, fists on
  hips, to loom over Markham and say word by word: "That will do. We have
  endured your presence, that you pushed on us, in hopes you would prove
  to be housebroken. We have now listened to your ridiculous rantings
  because we believe in free speech where you do not, and in hopes you
  would soon finish. Instead, you have delivered an intolerable racist
  insult. You will go to your cabin and remain there for twenty-four hours.
  Bread and water will be brought to you."
 Markham gaped. "What? Are you mad?"
  1. Furious, yes. As for sanity, I refi-ain from expressing an opinion
  about who may lack it." Dorcas consulted her watch. "You can walk to your
  cabin in about five minutes. Therefore, do not be seen outside it, except
  for visits to the head, until 1737 hours tomorrow. Go. "
  He half rose himself, sank back down, and exclaimed, "This is impossiblel
  Professor Tregennis, I call you to witness."
  "Yes," Dorcas said. "Please witness that he has received a direct order
  from me, who am second in command of the ship. Shall we call Captain
  Saxtorph
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 to confirm it? You can be led off in irons, Markham. Better you obey. Go."
  The commissioner clambered to his feet. He breathed hard. The others could
  smell his sweat. "Very well," he said tonelessly. "Of course I will file a
  complaint when we return. Meanwhile we shall minimize further conversation.
  Good day. " He jerked a bow and marched off.
  After a time in which only the multitudinous low murmurings of the vessel
  had utterance, Tregennis breathed, "Dear me. Was that not a slightly
  excessive reaction?"
  Dorcas sat down again. Her iciness was dissolving in calm. "Maybe. Bob
  would think so, though naturally he'd have backed me up. He's more good-
  natured than I am. I do not tolerate such language about him. This hasn't
  been the only incident."
  "There is a certain prejudice against the Earthborn among the space-born.
  I understand it is quite widespread."
  "It is, and it's not altogether without foundation-in a number of cases."
  Dorcas laughed. I shared it, at the time Bob and I met. It caused some
  monumental quarrels the first couple of years, years when we could already
  have been married. I finally got rid of it and took to judging individuals
  on their merits."
  "Forgive me, but are you not a little intolerant of those who have not had
  your enlightening experience?"
  "Doubtless. However, between you and me, I welcomed the chance to show
  Markham who's boss here. I worried that if we have an emergency he could
  get insubordinate. That would be an invitation to disaster."
  "He is a strange man," Tregennis mused. "His behavior, his talk, his past
  career, everything seems such a welter of contradictions. Or am I being
  naive?"
  "Not really, unless I am, too. Oh, people aren't self-consistent like the
  laws of mechanics-even quan-
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 tum mechanics. But I do think we lack some key fact about Landholder
 Markham, and will never understand him till we have it." Dorcas made a
 gesture of dismissal. "Enough. Now may I do what I originally intended and
 quiz you about Plateau?"
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  While Rover was in hyperspace, all five of her gang stood mass detector
  watch, six hours a day for four days, fifth day off. It was unpopular
  duty, but they would have enjoyed still less letting the ship fly blind,
  risking an entry into a gravity well deep enough to throw her to whatever
  fate awaited vessels which did not steer clear. The daydream was becoming
  commonplace among their kind, that someday somebody would gain sufficient
  understanding of the psionics involved that the whole operation could be
  automated.
  It wasn't torture, of course, once you had schooled yourself never to
  look into the Less Than Void which filled the single port necessarily
  left unshuttered. You learned how to keep an eye on the indicator globe
  while you exercised, read, watched a show, practiced a handicraft. On the
  infrequent occasions when it registered something, matters did get inter-
  esting.
 "And I've decided I don't mind it in the least,"

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 said Juan Yoshii after Kamehameha Ryan had relieved him.
  Really?" asked Laurinda Brozik. She had met him below the flight deck by
  agreement.
  He offered her his arm, a studied, awkward gesture not used in his native
  society. She smiled and took it. He was a young Sol-Belter. Unlike Dorcas
  Saxtorph, or most folk of his nation, he eschewed spectacular garb.
  Small, slim, with olive-skinned, almost girlish features, he did wear his
  hair in the crest, but it was cut short.
  "I have just heard complaints about the monotony, Laurinda said.
  "Monotony, or peacefulness?" he countered in his diffident fitshion. I
  chafed, too. Then gradually I realized what an opportunity this is to be
  alone and think. Or compose."
  "You don't sound like a rockjack , she said need lessly. It was what had
  originally attracted her to him.
  He chuckled. "How are roclqacks supposed to sound? We have the rough,
  tough image, yes. Pilot the boat, find the ore, wrench it out, bring it
  home, and damn the meteoroids. Or the sun-flare or the fusion generator
  failure or anything else. But we are simply persons making a living.
  Quite a few of us look forward to a day when we can use different
  talents. "
 "What else would you like to do?"
  His smile was stiff He stared before him. "Prepare yourself to laugh."
  "Oh, no." Her tone made naught of the eight centimeters by which she
  topped him, "How could I laugh at a man who handles the forces that I
  only measure?"
  He flushed and had no answer. They walked on. The ship hummed around
  them. Bulkheads were brightly painted, pictures were hung on them and
  often . changed, here and there were pots whose flow-
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 ers Carita Fenger maintained, but nonetheless this was a barren environment.
 The two had a date in his cabin, where he would provide tea while they
 screened d'Auvergne's Fifth Chromophony. An appreciation of her work was one
 thing among others that they discovered they had in common.
 "What is your hope?' Laurinda asked at last, low.
 He gulped. "To be a poet."
 "Why, bow ... bow remarkable."
  "Not that there's a living in it," he said hastily. "III need a groundside
  position. But I will anyway when I get too old for this berth-and am still
  fairly young by most standards." He drew breath. "In the centuries of
  spaceflight, how much true poetry has been written? Plenty of verse, but
  how much that makes your hair rise and you think yes, this is the real
  truth? It's as if we've been too busy to find the words for what we've been
  busy with. I want to try. I am trying, but know quite well I won't have a
  chance of succeeding with a single line till I've worked at it for another
  ten years or more."
  "You're too modest, Juan. Genius flowers early oftener than not. I would
  like to see what you have done."
  "No, 1, 1 don't think it's that good. Maybe my efforts never will be. Not
  even equal to-well, actually minor stuff, but it does have the spirit-"
 "Such as what?"
 "Oh, ancient pieces, mostly, pre-space.
 "'To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
  "Beyond the utmost bound of human thought."' Yoshi! cackled a laugh. "I'm
  really getting bookish, am I not? An easy trap to fall into. Spacemen have
  a lot of free time in between crises."
  "You've put yours to good use," she said earnestly. "Is that poem you
  quoted fi-om in the ship's database? I'd like to read it."
 "I don't know, but I can recite it verbatim."
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  "That would be much better. Romantic--" Uurinda broke off. She turned her
  glance away.
  He sensed her confusion and blurted in his own, "Please don't
  misunderstand me. I know-your customs, your mores-I mean to respect them.
  Completely. "
  She achieved a smile, though she could not yet look back his way. "Why,
  I'm not afraid of you. " Unspoken: You're not unbearably frustrated. It's
  obvious that Carita is your mistress as well as Kam's. "You are a
  gentleman." And what we have coming to life between us is still small and
  frail, but already very sweet.
  Rover re-entered normal space ten astronomical units fi-om. the
  destination star. That was unnecessarfly distant for a mass less than a
  fourth of Sol's, but the Saxtorphs were more cautious than Markham
  admitted. Besides, the scientists wanted to begin with a long sweep as
  baseline for their preliminary observations, and it was their party now.
  As soon as precise velocity figures were available, Dorcas computed the
  vectors. The star was hurtling at well over a thousand kilometers per
  second with respect to galactic center. That meant the ship needed
  considerable delta v to get down to interplanetary speeds and into the
  equatorial plane where any attendant bodies were likeliest to be. That
  boost phase must also serve those initial requirements of the
  astronomers. Course and thrust could be adjusted as data came in and
  plans for the future were developed.
  The star's motion meant, too, that it was escaping the galaxy, bound for
  the gulfs beyond. Presumably an encounter with one or more larger bodies
  had cast
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 it from the region where it formed. A question the expedition hoped to get
 answered, however incompletely, was where that might have happened-and
 when.
  Except for Dorcas, who worked with Tregennis to process the data that
  Laurinda mostly gathered, the crew had little to do but housekeeping.
  Occasionally someone was asked to lend a hand with some task of the
  research.
  Going off watch, Carita Fenger stopped by the saloon. A large viewscreen
  there kept the image of the sun at the cross-haired center. Else nobody
  could have identified it. It was waxing as the ship drove inward but thus
  far remained a dim dull-red point, outshone by stars light-years away.
  The undertone of power through the ship was like a whisper of that which
  surged within, around, among them, nuclear fires, rage of radiation,
  millennial turmoil of matter, births and funeral pyres and ashes and
  rebirths, the universe forever in travail. Like most spacefarers, Carita
  could lose herself, hour upon hour, in the contemplation of it.
  She halted. Markham sat alone, looking. His face was haggard.
 "Well, hi," she said tentatively.
  Markham gave her a glance. "How do you do, Pilot Fenger." The words came
  flat.
  She plumped herself down in the chair beside him. "Quite a sight, eh?"
 He nodded, his gaze back on the screen.
  "A trite thing to say," she persisted. "But I suspect Juan's wrong. He
  hopes to find words grand enough. I suspect it can't be done."
  "I was not aware Pilot Yoshii had such interests," said Markham without
  unbending.
  "Nah, you wouldn't be. You've been about as outgoing as a black hole.
  What's between you and Dorcas? You seem to be off speaking terms with
  her."
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  "If you please, I am not in the mood fbr gossip." Markham started to rise,
  to leave.
  Carita took hold of his arm. It was a gentle grip but he could easier have
  broken fi-ee of a salvage grapple. "Wait a minute," she said. "I've been
  halfway on the alert for a chance to talk with you. Who does any more,
  except 'Pass the salt' at mess, that sort of thing? How lonesome you must
  be."
  He refrained from ineffectual resistance, continued to stare before him,
  and clipped, 'Thank you for your concern, but I manage. Kindly let go."
  Look," she said, "we're supposed to be shipmates. It's a hell of an
  exciting adventure--Christ, we're the first, the very first, in all this
  weird wonderbut it's cold out, too, and doesn't care an atom's worth about
  human beings. I keep thinking how awful it must be, cut off from any
  fiiendship the way you are. Not that you've exactly encouraged us, but we
  could try harder."
  Now he did regard her. "Are you inviting me to your bed?" he asked in the
  same tone as before.
  Slightly taken aback, she recovered, smiled, and replied, "No, I wasn't,
  but if it'll make you feel better we can have a go at it."
  "Or make you feel better? I am not too isolated to have noticed that lately
  Pilot Yoshii has ceased visiting your cabin. Is Quartermaster Ryan
  insufficient?"
  Carita's face went sulfur black. She dragged her fingers from him. "My
  mistake," she said. "The rest were right about you. Okay, you can take
  off."
 "With pleasure." He stalked out.
  She mumbled an oath, drew forth a cigar, lit and blew fumes that ran the
  ventilators and air renewers up to capacity. Calm returned after a while.
  She laughed rueffilly. Ryan had told her more than once that she was too
  soft-hearted; and he was a man prone to fits of improvident generosity.
 She was about to go when Saxtorph's voice boomed
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 fi-om the intercom: "Attention, please. Got an announcement here that I'm
 sure will interest everybody.
  "We'll hold a conference in a few days, when more information is in. Then
  you can ask whatever questions you want. Meanwhile, I repeat my order, do
  not pester the science team. They're working around the clock and don't
  need distractions.
  "However, Arthur Tregennis has given me a quick rundown on what's been
  learned so far, to pass on to you. Here it is, in my layman's language.
  Don't blame him for any garbling.
  "They have a full analysis of the sun's composition, along with other
  characteristics. That wasn't too easy. For one thing, it's so cool that its
  peak emission frequency is in the radio band. Because the absorption and
  re-emission of the interstellar medium in between isn't properly known, we
  had to come here to get decent readings.
  "They bear out what the prof and Laurinda thought. This sun isn't just
  metal-poor, it's metal-impoverished. No trace of any element heavier than
  iron, and little of that. Yes, you've all heard as how it must be very old,
  and has only stayed on the main sequence this long because it's such a
  feeble dwarf. But now they have a better idea of just how long 'this' has
  been.
  "Estimated age, fifteen billion years. Our star is damn near as old as the
  universe.
  "It probably got slung out of its parent galaxy early on. In that many
  years you can cover a lot of Wometers. We're lucky that we meaning the
  human species-are alive while it's in our neighborhood.
  "And ... in the teeth of expectations, it's got planets. Already the
  instruments are finding signs of oddities in them, no two alike, nothing we
  could have foreseen. Well, we'll be taking a close look. Stand by. Over."
 Carita sprang to her feet and cheered.
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  Once when they were young bucks, chance-met, beachcombing together in the
  Islands, Kam Ryan and Bob Saxtorph acquired a beat-up rowboat, catrigged
  it after a fashion, stowed some food and plenty of beer aboard, and set
  fbrth on a shakedown cruise across Kaulakahi Channel. Short runs off
  Waimea had gone reasonably well, but they wanted to be sure of the
  seaworthiness before making it a lure for girls. They figured they could
  reach Niihau in 12 or 15 hours, land if possible, rest up in any case,
  and come back. They didn't have the price of an outboard, but in a pinch
  they could row.
  To avoid coping with well-intentioned busybodies, they started after
  dark. By that time sufficient beer had gone down that they forgot about
  tuning in a weather report before leaving their tent-at the verge of kona
  season.
  It was a beautiful night, half a moon aloft and so many stars they could
  imagine they were in space. Wind lulled, seas whooshed, rigging creaked,
  the

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 boat rocked forward and presently a couple of dolphins appeared, playing
 alongside for hours, a marvel that made even Kam sit silent in wonder.
 Then toward dawn, the goal a vague darkness ahead, clouds boiled out of
 the west, wind sharpened and shrilled, suddenly rain slanted like a ffight
 of spears and through murk the mariners heard waves rumble against rocks.
  It wasn't much of a storm, really, but ample to deal with Wahine. Seams
  opened, letting in water to join that which dashed over the gunwales.
  Sail first reefed, soon struck, stays nonetheless gave way and the mast
  went. It would have capsized the hull had Bob not managed to heave it
  free. Thereafter he had the oars, keeping bow on to the waves, while Kam
  bailed. A couple of years older, and no weakling, the Hawaiian couldn't
  have rowed that long at a stretch. Eventually he did his share and a bit
  at the rudder, when somehow he worked the craft through a gap between two
  reefs which roared murder at them. They hit coral a while later, but
  close enough to shore that they could swim, never sure who saved the life
  of who in the surf. Collapsing behind a bush, they slept the weather out.
  Afterward they limped off till they found a road and hitched a ride.
  They'd been blown back to Kauai. Side by side, they stood on the carpet
  before a Coast Guard officer and endured what they must.
  Next day in their tent, Kam said, unwontedly solemn-the vast solemnity
  of youffi--!'Bob, listen. You've been my hoa since we met, you became my
  hoaloha, but what we've been through, what you did, makes you a hoapili."
  "Aw, wasn't more'n I had to, and you did just as much," mumbled the
  other, embarrassed. "If you mean what I suppose you do, okay, I'll call
  you kammerat, and let's get on with whatever we're going to do."
  "How about this? I've got folks on the Big Island. A tiny little
  settlement tucked away where nobody
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 ever comes. Beautiful country, mountains and woods. People still live in the
 old kanaka style. How'd you like that?"
 "Um-m, how old a style?"
  Kam was relieved at being enabled to laugh. "You won't eat long pig!
  Everybody knows English, though they use Hawaiian for choice, and never
  fear, you can watch the Chimp Show. But it's a great, relaxed, cheerful
  life-you've got to experience the girls to believe the families don't talk
  about it much when they go outside, or invite haolena in, because tourists
  would ruin it-but you'll be welcome, I guarantee you. How about it?"
  The month that followed lived up to his promises, and then some.
  Recollections of it flew unbidden across the years as Ryan worked in the
  galley. Everybody else was in the gym, where chairs and projection
  equipment had been brought, for the briefing the astronomers would give.
  Rover boosted on automatic; her instruments showed nothing ahead that she
  couldn't handle by herself for the next million kilometers. The quarter-
  master could have joined the group, but he wanted to make a victory feast
  ready. Before long, they'd be too busy to appreciate his art.
  He did have a screen above the counter, monitoring the assembly.
  Tregennis and Laurinda stood facing their audience. The Plateaunian said,
  with joy alive beneath the dry words:
  "It is a matter of semantics whether we call this a first- or a
  second-generation system. Hydrogen and helium are overwhelmingly abundant,
  in proportions consistent with condensation shortly after the Big
  Bang-about which, not so incidentally, we may learn something more than
  hitherto. However, oxygen, nitrogen, carbon, silicon, and neon are present
  in significant quantities; magnesium and iron are not insignificant; other
  elements early in the periodic
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 table are detectable. There has naturally been a concentration of heavier
 atoms in the planets, especially the inner ones, as gases selectively
 escaped. They are not mere balls of water ice.
  "It seems clear, therefore, that this system formed out of a cloud which
  had been enriched by mass loss from older stars in their red giant phase.
  A few supernovae may have contributed, too, but any elements heavier than
  iron which they may have supplied are so scant that we will only find
  them by mass spectrography of samples fi-om the solid bodies. They may
  well be nonexistent. Those older stars must have come into being as soon
  after the Beginning as was physically possible, in a proto-galaxy not too
  far then from the matter which was to become ours, but now surely quite
  distant from us."
  "As we dared hope," said the Crashlander. Tears glimmered in her eyes
  like dew on rose petals.
 "Oh, good for youl" called Yoshii.
  "A relic--hell, finding God's fingerprints," Carita said, and clapped a
  hand to her mouth. Ryan grinned. Nobody else noticed.
 "How many planets?" asked Saxtorph.
 "Five," Tregennis replied.
  "Hm. Isn't that kind of few, even for a dwarf? Are you sure?"
  "Yes. We would have found anything of a size much less than what you
  would call a planet's."
  "Especially since the Bode function is small, as you'd expect," Dorcas
  added. Having worked with the astronomers, she scarcely needed this
  session. "The planets huddle close in. We haven't found an Oort cloud
  either. No comets at all, we think."
  "Outer bodies may well have been lost in the collision that sent this
  star into exile," Laurinda said. "And in fifteen billion years, any
  comets that were left got ... used up."
  "There probably was a sixth planet until some unknown date in the past,"
  Tregennis stated. "We
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 have indications of asteroids extremely close to the sun. Gravitational
 radiation-no, it must chiefly have been friction with the interstellar
 medium that caused a parent body to spiral in until it passed the Roche
 limit and was disrupted."
  "Hey, wait," Saxtorph said. "Dorcas talks of a Bode function. That implies
  the surviving planets are about where theory says they ought to be. How'd
  they avoid orbital decay?"
 Tregennis smiled. "That's a good question."
  Saxtorph laughed. "Shucks, you sound like I was back in the Academy."
  "Well, at this stage any answers are hypothetical, but consider. In the
  course of its long journey, quite probably through more galaxies than ours,
  the system must sometimes have crossed nebular regions where matter was
  comparatively dense. Gravitation would draw the gas and dust in, make it
  thickest close to the sun, until the sun swallowed it altogether. As a
  matter of fact, the planetary orbits have very small
  eccentricities-friction has a circularizing effectand their distances from
  the primary conform only roughly to the theoretical distribution."
  Tregennis paused. "A ftirther anomaly we cannot explain, though it may be
  related. We have found-marginally; we think we have found-molecules of
  water and OH radicals among the asteroids, almost like a ring around the
  sun." He spread his hands. "Well, I won't live to see every riddle we may
  come upon solved."
 He had fought to get here, Ryan remembered.
  "Let's hear about those planets," Carita said impatiently. Her job would
  include any landings. "Uh, have you got names for them? One, Two, Three
  might cause mixups when we're in a hurry."
  "I've suggested using Latin ordinals," Laurinda answered. She sounded
  almost apologetic.
  "Prima, Secunda, Tertia, Quarta, Quinta," Dorcas supplied. "Top-flight
  idea. I hope it becomes the standard for explorers." Laurinda flushed.
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  "I have agreed," Tregennis said. "Me philologists can bestow official
  names later, or whoever is to be in charge of such things. Let us give
  you a pr6cis of what we have learned to date."
  He consulted a notator in his hand. "Prima," he recited. "Mean orbital
  radius, approximately 0.4 A. U. Diameter, approximately 16,000
  kilometers. Since it has no satellite, the mass is still uncertain, but
  irradiation is such that it cannot be i . We presume the material is
  largely silicate, w ichallowing for self-compression--Vves a mass on the
  order of Earth's. No signs of air.
  "Secunda, orbiting at 0.7 A.U., resembles Prima, but is slightly larger
  and does have a thin atmosphere, comparable to Mars'. It has a moon as
  well. Remarkably, the moon has a higher albedo than expected, a yellowish
  hue. The period tells us the mass, Of course, which reinforces our guess
  about Prima.
  "rertia is almost exactly one A. U. out. It is a superterrestrial, mass
  of five Earths, as confirmed by four moons, also yellowish. A somewhat
  denser atmosphere than Secundds; we have confirmed the presence of
  nitrogen and trams of oxygen."
  "What?" broke from Saxtorph. "You mean it might have fife?"
  lAurinda shivered a bit. "rhe water is forever &ozen , she told him.
  "Carbon dioxide must often fi,eeze. We don't know how there can be any
  measurable amount of free oxygen. But there is."
  Tregennis cleared his throat. "Quarta," he said. "A gas giant at 1.5
  A.U., mass 230 Earths, as estabfis6d by ten moons detected thus far.
  Surprisingly, no rings. Hydrogen and helium, presumably surrounding a
  vast ice shell which covers a silicate core with some iron. It seems to
  radiate weakly in the radio frequencies, indicating a magnetic field,
  though the radio background of the sun is such that at this distance we
  can't be sure. We plan a flyby on our
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 way in. Quarta will be basic to understanding the dynamics of the system. It
 is its equivalent of Jupiter. "
  "Otherwise we have only detected radio from Secunda," Laurinda related,
  "but it is unmistakable, cannot be of stellar origin. It is really curious-
  intermittent, seemingly modulated, unless that is an artifact of our skimpy
  data." She smiled. "How lovely if intelligent beings are transmitting."
  Markham stirred. He had put his chair behind the row of the rest. "Are you
  serious?" he nearly shouted.
  Surprised looks went his way. "Oh, no," Laurinda said. "Just a daydream.
  We'll find out what is actually causing it when we get there."
  "Well, Quinta remains," Tregennis continued, "in several respects, the most
  amazing object of all. Mass 103 Earths-seven moons found-at 2.8 A. U. It
  does have a well-developed ring system. Hydrogen-helium atmosphere, but
  with clear spectra of methane, ammonia, and ... water vapor. Water in huge
  quantities. Turbulence, and a measured temperature far above expectations.
  Something peculiar has happened.
  "Are there any immediate questions? If not, Laurinda and Dorcas have
  prepared graphics---charts, diagrams, tables, pictures-which we would like
  to show. Please feel free to inquire, or to propose ideas. Don't be
  bashful. You are all intelligent people with a good understanding of basic
  science. Any of you may get an insight which we specialists have missed."
 Markham rose. "Excuse me," he said.
  "Huh?" asked Saxtorph, amiably enough. "You want to go now when this is
  really getting interesting?"
  "I do not expect I can make a contribution." Markham hesitated. "I am a
  little indisposed. Best I lie down for a while. Do not worry. I will soon
  be well. Carry on." He sketched a bow and departed.
 "What do you know, he is human," Carita said.
  "We ought to be kinder to him than we have been, poor man," Laurinda
  murmured.
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  "He hasn't given us much of a chance, has he?" replied Yoshii.
 "Stow that," Saxtorph ordered. "No backbiting."
  "Yes," added Dorcas, "let's proceed with the libretto. "
 Eagerness made Tregennis tremble as he obliged.
  In his galley, Ryan fivwned. Something didn't feel quite right. While he
  followed the session he continued slicing the mahimahi he had brought
  frozen fi-om Earth, but his mind was no longer entirely on either.
  Time passed. It became clear that the Quarta approach was going to be an
  intellectual orgy, the more so because Quinta happened to be near inferior
  conjunction and thus a lot of information about that planet would be
  arriving, too. Ryan wiped hands on apron, left his preparations, and
  stumped up toward the ffight deck.
  He met Markham coming back. They halted and regarded each other. The
  companionway thrummed around them. "Hello, there," the quartermaster said
  slowly. "I thought you were in your cabin."
  Markham stiffened. "I am on my way, if it is any of your business."
 "Long way 'round."
  "It ... occurred to me to check certain stations. This is an old ship,
  refitted. Frankly, Captain Saxtorph relies too much on his machinery."
 "What sort of thing did you want to check on?"
  "Who are you to ask?" Markham flung. "You are the quartermaster."
  "And you are the passenger." Ryan's bulk blocked the stairs. "I wouldn't be
  in this crew if I didn't have a pretty fair idea of how all the equipment
  works. I'm responsible for maintaining a lot of it."
 I have commanded spacecraft."
  'Then you know each system keeps its own record." Ryan's smile approximated
  a leer, or a snarl. "Save the skipper a bunch of data retrievals. Where
  were you and what were you doing?'
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  Markham stood silent while the ship drove onward. At length: "I should, I
  shall report directly to the captain. But to avoid rumors, I tell you
  first. Listen well and do not distort what I say if you are able not to. I
  beamed a radio signal on a standard band at Secunda. It is against the
  possibility-the very remote possibility, Mlle. Brozik assured usthat
  sentient beings are present. Natives, Outsiders, who knows? in the interest
  of peaceful contact, we must provide evidence that we did not try to sneak
  in on them. Not that it is likely they exist, but-this is the sort of
  contigency I am here for. Saxtorph and I can dispute it later if he wishes.
  I have presented him with afait accompli. Now let me by."
  Ryan stood aside. Markham passed downward. Ryan stared after him till he
  was gone from sight, then went back to his galley.
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  Quarta fell astern as Rover moved on sunward. In the boat called Fido,
  Juan Yoshii swung around the giant planet and accelerated to overtake his
  ship. Vectors programmed, he could relax, look out the ports, seek to
  sort the jumbled marvels in his mind. Most had gone directly from
  instruments to the astronomers; he was carrying back certain observations
  taken farside. A couple of times there had been opportunity for Laurinda,
  Brozik to tell him briefly about the latest interpretation, but he had
  been too busy on his flit to think much beyond the piloting.
  Stars thronged, the Milky Way torrented, a sky little different from the
  skies he remembered. Less than 30 light-years' travelm-a mite's leap in
  the galaxy. Clearly alien was the sun ahead. Tiny but perceptible, its
  ember of a disc was slow to dazzle his eyes, yet already cast sufficient
  light for him to see things by.
  An outer moon drifted across vision. This was his last close passage, and
  instruments worked greedily.

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 Clicks and whirrs awoke beneath the susurrus of air through the hull.
 Yoshii pointed his personal camera; photography was an enthusiasm of his.
 The globe glimmered wan red under its sun. It was mainly ice, and smooth;
 any cracks and craters had slumped in the course of gigayears. The surface
 was lighter than it might have been and mottled with yellow spots. Ore
 deposits? The same material that tinted most airless bodies here?
 Tregennis was puzzled. You got dark spots in Solar-type systems. They were
 due to photolysis of frozen methane. Of course, this sun was so feeble....
  It nonetheless illuminated the planet aft. Quarta's hue was pale rose,
  overlaid with silvery streaks that were ice clouds: crystals of carbon
  dioxide, ammonia, in the upper levels methane. No twists, no vortices,
  no sign of any jovian storminess marred the serenity. Though the disc was
  visibly flattened, it rotated slowly, taking more than 40 hours. Tidal
  forces through eons had worn down even the spin of this huge mass. They
  had likewise dispersed whatever rings it once had, and surely drawn away
  moons. The core possessed a magnetic field, slight, noticeable only be-
  cause it extended so far into space that it snatched radio waves out of
  inconung cosmic radiation-~emanent magnetism, locked into iron as that
  core froze. For gravitational energy release had long since reached its
  end point; and long, long before then, K-40 and whatever other few
  radionuclei were once on hand had guttered away beyond measurement. The
  ice sheath went upward in tranquil allotropic, layers to a virtually
  featureless surface and an enormous, quietly circulating atmosphere of
  starlike composition. Quarta had reached Nirvana.
  It fell ever farther behind. Fido closed in on Rover. The ship swelled
  until she might have been a planet herself Instructions swept back and
  forth, electronic, occasionally verbal. A boat bay opened its canopy.
  Yoshii maneuvered through and docked. The canopy
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 closed, shutting off heaven. Air hissed back in from the recovery tanks.
 A bulb flashed green. Yoshii unharnessed, operated the lock, crawled
 forth, and walked under the steady weight granted him by the ship's
 polarizer, into her starboard reception room.
 Laurinda waited.
  Yoshii stopped. She was alone. White hair tumbled past delicate features
  to brush the dress, new to him, that hugged her slenderness. She reached
  out. Her eyes glowed. "W-welcome back, Juan," she whispered.
  'Why, uh, thanks, thank you. You're the ... committee?"
  She smiled, dropped her glance, became briefly the color of the world he
  had rounded. "Kam met Carita. As for you, Dorcas-Mate Saxtorph sug-
  gested-"
  He took her hands. They felt reed-thin and silksoft. "How nice of her.
  And the rest. I've data discs for you."
  "They'll keep. We have more work than we can handle. Observations of
  Quinta were, have been incredibly fruitful." Ardor pulsed in her voice.
  The outermost planet was a safe subject. "We think we can guess its
  nature, but of course there's no end of details we don't understand, and
  we could be entirely wrong-"
  "Good for you," he said, delighted by her delight. I missed out on that,
  of course." Transmissions to him, including hers, had dealt with the
  Quartan system exclusively; any bit of information about it might perhaps
  save his life. "Tell me."
  "Oh, it's violent, multi-colored, with spots like Jupiter's---one bigger
  than the Red-and-the surface is liquid water. It's Arctic-like; we
  imagine continent-sized ice floes clashing together."
 "But warmer than Quartal Why?"
  "We suppose a large satellite crashed, a fraction of a million years ago.
  Debris formed the rings. The
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 main mass released enough heat to melt the upper part of the planetary
 shell, and, and we'll need years, science will, to learn what else has
 happened."
  He stood for an instant in awe, less of the event than of the time-scale.
  That moon must have been close to start with, but still it had taken the
  casual orbital erosion of ... almost a universe's lifespan so fitr-how many
  passages through nebulae, galaxies, the near-ultimate vacuum of
  intergalactic space?-to bring it down. What is man, that thou art mindful
  of him-?
  What is man, that he should waste the little span which is his?
 "That's wonderful," he said, "but-we-"
  Impulsively, he embraced her. Astoundingly, she responded.
  Between laughter and tears she said in his ear, "Come, let's go, Kam's
  spread a feast for the two of us in my cabin."
 Set beside that, the cosmos was trivial.
  Saxtorph's voice crackled fi-om the intercom: "Now hear this. Now hear
  this. We've just received a message from what claims to be a kzin warship.
  They're demanding we make rendezvous with them. Keep calm but think hard.
  We'll meet in the gym in an hour, 1530, and consider this together."
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  Standing with back to bulkhead, the captain let silence stretch, beneath
  the pulsebeat and whispers of the ship, while he scanned the faces of
  those seated before him. Dorcas, her Athene countenance frozen into
  expressionlessness; Kam Ryan's full lips quirked a bit upward, defiantly
  cheerful; Carita Fenger a-scowl; Juan Yoshii and Laurinda Brozik unable
  to keep from glancing at each other, hand gripping hand; Arthur
  Tregennis, who seemed almost as concerned about the girl; Ulf Markham,
  well apart from the rest, masked in haughtiness-Ulf Reichstein Markham,
  if you please.... The air renewal cycle was at its daily point of ozone
  injection. That tang smelled like fear.
  Which must not be let out of its cage. Saxtorph cleared his throat.
  "Okay, let's get straight to business," he said. "You must've noticed a
  quiver in the interior g-field and change in engine sound. You're right,
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 velocities matched, in about 35 hours. it could be sooner, but Dorcas told
 them we weren't sure our hull could take that much stress. What we wanted,
 naturally, was as much time beforehand as possible."
 "Why don't we cut and run?" Carita asked.
  Saxtorph shrugged. "Whether or not we can outrun them, we for sure can't
  escape the stuff they can throw, now that they've locked onto us. If they
  really are kzinti navy, they'll never let us get out where we can go
  hyperspatial. They may be lying, but Dorcas and I don't propose to take the
  chance."
  I presume evasion tactics are unfeasible," said Tregennis in his most
  academic voice.
  "Correct. We could stop the engine, switch off the generator, and orbit
  free, with batteries supplying the life support systems, but they'd have no
  trouble computing our path. As soon as they came halfway close, they'd
  catch us with a radar sweep.
  "From what data we have on them, I believe they were searching for some
  time before they acquired us, probably with amplified optics. That's
  assuming they were in orbit around Secunda when they first learned of our
  arrival. The assumption is consistent with what would be a reasonable
  search curve for them and with the fact that there are modulated radio
  bursts out of that planet-transmissions to and from their base."
  Nobody before had seen Yoshii snarl. "And how did they learn about us?" he
  demanded.
  Looks went to Markham. He gave them back. "Yes, undoubtedly through me," he
  said. Strength rang in the words. "You all know I took it upon myself to
  beam a signal at Secunda-in my capacity as this expedition's officer of the
  government. The result has surprised me, too, but I acknowledge no need to
  apologize. If we, approaching a kzin base unbeknownst, had suddenly become
  manifest to their detectors, they would most likely have blown us out of
  existence."
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  Ryan nodded. "Without stopping to ask questions," he supplied. "Yeah,
  that'd be kzin style. If they are. How're you so sure?"
  I think we can take it for granted," Dorcas said. "Who else would have
  reason to call themselves kzinti?"
 "Who else would want to?" Carita growled.
  "Save the cuss words for later," Saxtorph counselled. "We're in too much of
  a pickle for luxuries. I might add that although the vocal transmission was
  through a translator, the phrasing, the responses to us, everything was
  pure kzin. They are here---on the far side of human space from their own.
  You realize what this means, don't you, folks? The kzinti have gotten the
  hyperdrive."
  That conclusion had indeed become clear to everyone, but Laurinda asked,
  "How could they?" as if in pain.
  Yoshii grimaced. "Once you know something can be done, you're halfway to
  doing it yourself," he told her.
  "I know," she answered. "But I had the, the impression they aren't quite as
  clever at engineering as humans, even if they did invent the gravity polar-
  izer. And, and wouldn't we have known?"
  "Collecting intelligence in kzin space isn't exactly easy," Saxtorph
  explained. "Anyhow, they may have done the R and D on some planet we aren't
  aware of. I'll grant you, I'm surprised myself that they've been this
  quick. Well, they were." His grin was lopsided. "Once I heard about an
  epitaph on an old New England tombstone. 'I expected this, but not so soon.
  "Why have they established themselves here?" Tregennis wondered. "As you
  observed, it is a long journey for them, especially if they went around
  human space in order to avoid any chance that their possession of the
  hyperdrive would be discovered. True, this system is uniquely interesting,
  but I didn't
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 think kzin civilization gave scientific research as high a value as ours
 does."
 "That's a good question," Saxtorph said.
  His gallows humor drew a chuckle from none but Ryan. Dorcas uttered the
  thought in every mind: "They won't let us go home to tell about them if
  they can help it."
  "Which is why we are being nice and meeting them as they request," Saxtorph
  added. "It gives them an alternative to putting a nuke on our track."
  Markham folded his arms and stated, "I hope you people have the wit to be
  glad, at last, that I came along. They will understand that I am authorized
  to negotiate with them. They will likewise understand that my disappearance
  would in due course cause a second expedition to come, with armed escort,
  as the loss of an entirely private group might not."
  "could be," Saxtorph said. "However, I can think of several ways to fake a
  natural disaster for us."
 "Such as?"
  "Well, for instance, giving us a lethal dose of radiation, then sending the
  corpses back with the ship gimmicked to seem this was an accident. The kzin
  pilot could return on an accompanying vessel after ours left hyperspace."
 "What would the log show?"
 "What the 'last survivor' was tortured into entering."
  "Nonsense. You have been watching too many spy dramas. "
  "I disagree. Besides, that was just one of the notions that occurred to
  Dorcas and me. The kzinti might be more inventive yet."
  "We have decided not to rely exclusively on their sweet nature," the mate
  declared. "Listen carefully.
  "We can launch the boats without them detecting it, if we act soon. They'll
  float free while Rover proceeds to rendezvous. When she's a suitable dis-
  tance off, nobody looking for any action in this volume of space, they'll
  scramble."
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  Carita smacked fist in palm. "Hey, terrifiel" she cried.
  Markham sounded appalled: "Have you gone crazy? How will you survive, let
  alone return, in two little interplanetary flitters?"
  "They're more than that," Saxtorph reminded. "They're rugged and
  maneuverable and full to the scuppers with delta v. In either of 'em I'd
  undertake to outrace or dodge a tracking missile, and make it tough or
  impossible to hold a laser beam on her long enough to do much damage. Air
  and water recycler are in full working order and rations for one man-year
  are stowed aboard."
  1, 1 ate some," Yoshii stammered. "Carita must have, too."
 "I've already replaced it," Ryan informed them.
  "Good thinkingl" Saxtorph exclaimed. "Did you expect this tactic?"
  "Oh, general principles. Take care of your belly and your belly will take
  care of you."
  "Stop that schoolboy chatter," Markham snapped. "What in the cosmos can you
  hope to do but antagonize the kzinti?"
  "How do you tell an antagonized kzin from an unantagonized one?" Saxtorph
  retorted. "I am dead serious. Nobody has to follow me who doesn't want to.
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  I certainly do not. Someone has to stay and try to repair the harm your
  lunacy will have done.
  "I figured you would. But I supposed you, of all people, would have a
  better hold on kzin psychology than you're showing. You ought to know they
  don't resent an opponent giving them a proper fight. Fighting's their
  nature. Whoever surrenders becomes no more than a captured animal in their
  eyes. Dorcas and I aim to put some high cards in your hand before you sit
  down at their poker table. A spacecraft on the loose is a weapon. The
  drive, or the sheer kinetic energy, can wreck things quite as thoroughly as
  the
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 average nuke. Come worst to worst, we might smash a boat into their base
 at several thousand k.p.h. The other boat might take out their ship and
 leave them stranded; I've a hunch they've kept just a single hyperdrive
 vessel, as scarce as those must still be among them. Yah, going out like
 that would be a sight better than going into the stewpot. Kzinti like long
 pig."
  Yoshii brightened. He and Laurinda exchanged a wonder-smitten look.
  Carita whooped. Tregennis smiled faintly. Ryan went oddly, abruptly
  thoughtful.
  Markham gnawed his lip a moment, then straightened in his chair and
  rapped, "Very well. I do not approve, and I ask the crew to refrain from
  this foolishness Of yours, but I cannot stop you. Therefore I must factor
  your action into my calculations. What terms shall I try to get for us?"
  "Freedom to leave, of course," Dorcas responded. "Let Rover retreat to
  hyperspacing distance and wait, while the kzinti withdraw too far to
  intercept our boats. We can verify that on instruments before we come
  near. We'll convey any message they want, or even a delegate."
  "There could be a delegation on board, waiting," Ryan warned.
 Tregennis stirred. "I will remain behind," he said.
  Tears sprang into Laurinda's eyes. "Oh, nol" she pleaded.
  He smiled again, at her. "I am too old to go blatting around space like
  that. I would merely be a burden, and quite likely die on your hands. Not
  only will I be more comfortable here, I will be an extra witness to the
  bona fides of the kzinti. Landholder Markham alone could not keep track
  of everything they might stealthily do."
  "It will show them there are two reasonable human beings in this outfit,"
  the Wunderlander said. "That might be marginally helpful to me. Anyone
  else?"
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 "Speaking," Ryan answered.
  "Huh?" broke from Saxtorph. "Hey, Kam, no. Whatever for?"
  "For this," the quartermaster said calmly. "Haven't you thought of it
  yourself? The boats will be on the move, or holed up someplace unknown
  to the kzinti. They can only be reached by broadcast. Planar broadcast,
  maybe, but still the signal's bound to be down in the milliwatts or
  microwatts when it reaches your receivers--with the sun's radio
  background to buck. Nothing but voice transmission will carry worth
  diddly. Given a little time to record how the humans talk who were left
  behind, the kzinti can wTite a computer program to fake it. 'Sure, come
  on back, fellows, all is forgiven and they've left a case of champagne
  for us to celebrate with.' How're you going to know that's for real?"
  Dorcas frowned. "We did consider it," she told him. "We'll use a secret
  password."
  "Which a telepath of theirs can fish right out of a human skull, maybe
  given a spot of torture to unsettle the brain first. Nope, I know a trick
  worth two of that. How well do you remember your Hawaiian, Bob? You
  picked up a fair amount while we were in the village." Ryan laughed.
  "That worked on the girls like butter on a toboggan slope."
  Saxtorph was a long while silent before he answered: I think, if I
  practiced for a few days, I think ... enough of it ... would come back
  to me - "
  Ryan nodded. "The kzinti have programs for the important human languages
  in their translators, but I doubt Hawaiian is included. Or Danish."
  Yoshii swallowed. "You'd certify everything is kosher?" he mumbled. "But
  what if-well-"
  "if the kzinti aren't stupid, they won't try threatening or torturing me
  into feeding you a lie," Ryan responded. "How'd they savvy what I was
  saying? I assure you, it wouldn't be complimentary to them."
 "A telepath would know."
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  Ryan shrugged. "He'd know I was not going to be their Judas goat, no
  matter what they did. Therefore they won't do it."
  Saxtorph's right hand half reached out. "Kam, old son-" he croaked. The
  hand dropped.
  Dorcas rose and confronted the rest, side by side with her husband. "I'm
  sorry, but time is rationed for us and you must decide at once, " she
  said. "If you think you'd better stay, then do. We won't consider you a
  coward or anything. You may be right. We can't be sure at this stage. All
  we are certain of is that we don't have time for debate. Who's going?"
  Hands went up, Carita~s, Yoshii's, and after an instant Laurinda's.
  "Okay," Dorcas continued. "Now we're not about to put our bets on a
  single number. The boats will go separate ways. Which ways, we'll decide
  by tight beam once we're alone in space. You understand, Kam, Arthur,
  Landholder Markham. What you don't know, a telepath or a torturer can't
  get out of you. Bob and I have already considered the distribution.
  Carita and Juan will take Fido. We thought Kam would ride with them, but
  evidently not. Laurinda, you'll be with Bob and me in Shep,"
  "Wait a minutel" Yoshii protested. The girl brought fingertips to open
  mouth.
  " Sorry, my dears," Dorcas said. "It's a matter of practicality, as
  nearly as we could estimate on short notice. Not that we imagine you two
  would play Romeo and Juliet to the neglect of your duties. However, Juan
  and Carita are our professional pilots, roclqacks, planetside
  prospectors. Together they make our strongest possible team. They can
  pull stunts Bob and I never could. We need that potential, don't we? Bob
  and I are no slouches, but we do our best work in tandem. To supply some
  of what we lack as compared to Juan and Carita, Laurinda has knowledge,
  including knowledge of how to use instruments we plan to pack along.
  Don't forget, more is
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 involved than us. The whole human race needs to know what the kzinti are
 up to. We must maximize our chances of getting the news home. Agreed?"
  Yoshii clenched his free hand into a fist, stared at it, raised his head,
  and answered, "Aye. And you can take better care of her."
  The Crashlander flushed. "I'm no piece of porcelainl" immediately
  contrite, she stroked the Belter's cheek while she asked unevenly, "How
  soon do we leave?"
  Dorcas smiled and made a gesture of blessing. "Let's say an hour. We'll
  need that much to stow gear. You two can have most of it to yourselves."
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  The kzin warship was comparatively small, Prowling Hunter class, but not
  the less terrifying a sight. Weapon pods, boat bays, sensor booms, control
  domes studded a spheroid whose red hue, in the light of this sun, became
  like that of clotted blood. Out of it and across the kilometers between
  darted small fierce gleams that swelled into space-combat armor enclosing
  creatures larger than men. They numbered a dozen, and each bore at least
  two firearms.
  Obedient to orders, Ryan operated the main personnel airlock and cycled
  four of them through. The first grabbed him and slammed him against the
  bulkhead so hard that it rang. Stunned, he would have slumped to the deck
  were it not for the bruising grip on his shoulders. The next two crouched
  with weapons ready. The last one took over the controls and admitted the
  remaining eight.
  At once, ten went off in pairs to ransack the ship. It was incredible how
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 metal upon them. Their footfalls cast booming echoes down the passageways.
  Markham and Tregermis, waiting in the saloon, were frisked and put under
  guard. Presently Ryan was brought to them. "My maiden aunt has better
  manners than they do," he muttered, and lurched toward the bar. The kzin
  used his rifle butt to push him into a chair and gestured for silence.
  Time passed.
  Within an hour, which felt longer to the humans, the boarding party was
  satisfied that there were no traps. Somebody radioed a report from the
  airlock; the rest shed their armor and stood at ease outside the saloon.
  Its air grew full of their wild odor.
  A new huge and ruddy-gold form entered. The guard saluted, sweeping claws
  before his face. Markham jumped up. "For God's sake, stand," he whis-
  pered. "That's the captain."
  Tregennis and, painfully, Ryan rose. The kzin's gaze flickered over them
  and came back to dwell on Markham, recognizing leadership. The
  Wunderlander opened his mouth. Noises as of a tiger fight poured forth.
  Did the captain register surprise that a man knew his language? He heard
  it out and spat a reply. Markham tried to continue. The captain
  interrupted, and Markham went mute. The captain told him something.
  Markham turned to his companions. "He forbids me to mangle the Hero's
  Tongue any more," he related wryly. "He grants my request for a private
  talk-in the communications shack, where our translator is, since I
  explained that we do have one and it includes the right program.
  Meanwhile you may talk with each other and move freely about this cabin.
  If you must reliev yourselves, you may use the sink behind the bar. F
 "How gracious of him," Ryan snorted.
  Markham raised brows. "Consider yourselves fortunate. He is being
  indulgent. Don't risk provoking
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 him. High-ranking kzinti are even more sensitive about their honor than
 the average, and he has earned a partial name, Hraou-Captain.'
  "We will be careful," Tregennis promised. I am sure you will do your best
  for us."
  The commander went majestically out. Markham trailed. Ryan gusted a sigh,
  sought the bar, tapped a liter Of beer, and drained it in a few gulps.
  The guard watched enviously but then also left. Discipline had prevented
  him fiom shoving the human aside and helping himself. He and a couple of
  his fellows remained in the passage. They conversed a bit, rumbling and
  hissing.
  "We'll be here a while," Ryan sighed. "Care for a round of gin?"
  "It would be unwise of us to drink," Tregennis cautioned. "Best you be
  content with that mugful you had."
 "I mean gin rummy."
 "What is that, if not a, ah, cocktail?"
  "A card game. They don't play it on Plateau? I can teach you."
  "No, thank you. Perhaps I am too narrow in my interests, but cards bore
  me." Tregennis brightened. "However, do you play chess?"
  Ryan threw up his hands. "You expect me to concentrate on woodpushing
  now? Hell, let's screen a show. Something light and trashy, with plenty
  of girls in it. Or would you rather seize the chance to at last read War
  and Peace?"
  Tregennis smiled. "Believe it or not, Kamehameha, I have my memories. By
  all means, girls."
  The comedy was not quite finished when a kzin appeared and jerked an
  unmistakable gesture. The men followed him. He didn't bother with a
  companion or with ever glancing rearward. At the flight deck he proceeded
  to Saxtorph's operations cabin, waved them through, and closed the door
  on them.
 Markham sat behind the desk. He was very pale
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 and reeked of the sweat that stained his tunic, but his visage was set in
 hard lines. Hraou-Captain loomed beside him, too big to use a human's chair,
 doubtless tired of being cramped in the comshack and maybe choosing to
 increase his dominance by sheer height. Another kzin squatted in a far
 corner of the room, a wretched-looking specimen, fur dull and unkempt,
 shoulders slumped, eyes turned downward.
  "Attention," rasped markham. I wish I did not have to tell you this-I hoped
  to avoid it-but the commander says I must. He ... feels deception is
  pointless and ... besmirches his honor. His superior on Secunda agrees; we
  have been in radio contact. "
 The newcomers braced themselves.
  Nonetheless it was staggering to hear: "For the past five years I have been
  an agent of the kzinti. Later I will justify myself to you, if your minds
  are not totally closed. It is not hatred for my species that drove me to
  this, but love and concern for it, hatred fbr the decadence that is
  destroying us. Later, I say. We dare not waste Hraou-Captain's time with
  arguments. "
  Regarding the faces before him, Markham made his tone dry. "The kzinti
  never trusted me with specific information, but after I began sending them
  information about hyperdrive technology, they gave me a general directive.
  I was to use my position as commissioner to fbrestall, whenever possible,
  any exploration beyond the space containing the humanoccupied worlds. That
  naturally gave me an inkling of the reason-to prevent disclosure of their
  activitiesand it became clear to me that some of the most important must be
  in regions distant from kzin space. When hope was lost of keeping you from
  this expedition, I decided my duty was to join it and stand by in case of
  need. Not that I anticipated the need, understand. The star looked so
  useless. But when you did get those radio indications, I knew better than
  you
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 what they could mean, and was glad I had provided against the contingency,
 and beamed a notice of our arrival. "
 "Your parents were brothers," Ryan said.
  Markham laid back his ears. "Spare the abuse. Remember, by forewarning the
  kzinti I saved your lives. If you had simply blundered into detector
  range--:'
  "They may be impulsive," Tregennis said, "but they are not idiotic. I do
  not accept your assertion that they would reflexively have annihilated us."
  Markham trembled. "Silence. Bear in mind that I am all that stands between
  you and-It has been a long time since the kzinti in this project tasted
  fresh meat."
 "What are they doing?" Ryan asked.
  "Constructing a naval base. They chose the system precisely because it
  seemed insignificant-the dimmest star in the whole region, devoid of heavy
  elements and impoverished in the light-though it does happen to have a
  ready source of iron and certain other crucial materials, together with a
  strategic location. They never expected humans to seek it out. They
  underestimated the curiosity of our species. They are ... cats, not
  monkeys."
  "Uh-huh. Not noisy, sloppy, free-swinging monkeys like you despise. Kzinti
  respect rank. Once they've overrun us, they'll put the niggers back in
  their proper place. From here they can grab off Beta Hydri, drive a salient
  way into our space-How many more prongs will there be to the attack? When
  is the next war scheduled for?"
  "Silencel" Markham shouted. "Hold your mouthl One word from me, and-"
  "And what? You need us, Art and me, you need us, else we wouldn't be having
  this interview. Kill us, and your boss just gets a few meals."
  "Killing can be in due course. I imagine he would enjoy your testicles for
  tomorrow~s breakfast."
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  Ryan rocked on his feet. Tregennis' lips squeezed together till they were
  white.
  Markham's voice softened. "I am warning, not threatening," he said in a
  rush. "I'll save you if I can, unharmed, but if you don't help me I can
  promise nothing. "
  He leaned forward. "Listen, will you? Obviously you can't be released to
  spread the news-not yetbut some years of detention are better than death.
  " He could not quite hold back the sneer. "In your minds, I suppose. You're
  lucky, lucky that I was aboard. Once my status has been verified, the high
  commandant can let me bring home a convincing tale of disaster. Else he
  would probably have had to kill us and make our bodies stage props, as
  Saxtorph suggested. I think he will spare you if I ask; it will cost him
  little, and kzinti reward faithful service. They also keep their promises.
  But you must earn your lives."
 "The boats," Tregennis whispered.
  Ryan nodded. "You've got a telepath on hand, I see," he said flat-voiced.
  "He could make sure that my call in Hawaiian tells how everything is hearts
  and flowers. Except if he reads my mind, he'll see that I ain't gonna do
  it, no matter what. Or, okay, maybe they can break me, but Bob will hear
  that in his old pal's voice."
  "I've explained this to Hraou-Captain," Markham said, cooler now. "It is
  necessary to neutralize those boats, but they don't pose any urgent threat,
  so we will start with methods less time-consuming than ... interrogation
  and persuasion. Later, though, when we are on Secunda-that's where we are
  going-later your cooperation in working up a plausible disaster for me to
  return with, that is what will buy you your lives. If you refuse, you'll
  die for nothing, because we can always devise some deception which will
  keep humans away from here. You'll die fbr nothing."
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  "What the hell can we do about the boats? We don't know where they've
  gone."
  Markham's manner became entirely impersonal. I have explained this to
  Hraou-Captain. I went on to explain that their actions will not be
  random. What Captain Saxtorph decides-has decided to do is a
  multi-variable function of the logic of the situation and of his
  personality. You and he are good friends, Ryan. You can make shrewd
  guesses as to his behavior. They won't be certain, of course, but they
  will eliminate some possibilities and assign rough probabilities to
  others. Your input may have some value, too, Professor. And even mine-in
  the course of establishing that I have been telling the truth.
  "Sit down on the deck. This will not be pleasant, you know."
  Hraou-Captain, who had stood like a pillar, turned his enormous body and
  growled a command. The telepath raised his head. Eyes glazed by the drug
  that called forth his total abilities came to a focus.
  In their different ways, the three humans readied for what was about to
  happen. They'd have sundering headaches for hours afterward, too.
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  Small though it was, at its distance from Prima the sun showed more than
  half again the disc which Sol presents to Earth. Blotches of darkness
  pocked its sullen red. Corona shimmered around the limb, not quite
  drowned out of naked-eye vision.
  Yoshii ignored it. His attention was on the planet which Fido circled in
  high orbit. Radar, spectroscope, optical amplifier, and a compact array
  of other instruments fed data to a computer which spun forth
  interpretations on screen and printout. Click and whirr passed low
  through the rustling ventilation, the sometimes uneven human breath
  within the control cabin. Body warmth and a hint of sweat tinged the air.
  Yoshii's gaze kept drifting from the equipment, out a port of the globe
  itself. "Unbelievable," he murmured.
  Airless, it stood sharp-edged athwart the stars, but the illuminated side
  was nearly a blank, even at first and last quarter when shadows were
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 few traces of hill and dale might appear, like timeworn Chinese brush
 strokes. Otherwise there was yellowish-white smoothness, with ill-defined
 areas of faint gray, brown, or blue. The whole world could almost have
 been a latex ball, crudely made for a child of the giants.
  "What now?" Carita asked. She floated, harnessed in her seat, her back
  to him. They bad turned off the gravity polarizer and were weightless,
  to eliminate that source of detectability. Her attention was clamped to
  the long-range radar with which she swept the sky, to and fro as the boat
  swung around.
  Oh, everything," said the Belter.
  "Any ideas? You've had more chance to think, these past hours, than I
  have."
  "Well, a few things look obvious, but I wouldn't make book on their being
  what they seem."
  "Why don't you give me a rundown?" proposed the Jinxian. "Never mind if
  you repeat what I've already heard. We should try putting things in
  context."
  Yoshii plunged into talk. It was an escape of sorts from their troubles,
  from not knowing what the fate of Shep and those aboard her might be.
  "The planet's about the mass of Earth but only about half as dense. Must
  be largely silicate, some aluminum, not enough iron to form a core.
  Whatever atmosphere and hydrosphere it once outgassed, it lost-weak
  gravity, and temperatures around 400 K at the hottest part of the day.
  That day equals 131 of Earth's; two-thirds rotational lock, like Mercury.
  No more gas comes out, because vulcanism, tectonics, all geology ended
  long ago. Unless you want to count meteoroid erosion wearing down the
  surface; and I'd guess hardly any objects are left that might fall on
  these planets.
  "Then what is that stuff mantling the surface? The computer can't figure
  it out. Shadows of what relief there is indicate it's thin, a few
  centimeters deep,
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 with local variations. Reflection spectra suggest carbon compounds but
 that's not certain. It just hes there, you see, doesn't do anything. Try
 analyzing a lump of some solid plastic across a distance. Is that what we
 have here, a natural polymer? I wish I knew more organic chemistry."
  "can't help you, Juan," Carita said. "All I remember from my class in it,
  aside from the stinks in the lab, is that the human sex hormones are much
  the same, except that the female is ketonic and the male is alcoholic."
  "We'll have time to look and think further, Of course." Yoshii sighed.
  "Time and time and time. I never stopped to imagine how what fugitives
  mostly do is sit. Hiding, huddling, while--2' He broke off and struggled
  for self-command.
  "And we don't dare let down our guard long enough to take a little
  recreation," Carita grumbled.
 Yoshii reddened. "Uh, if we could, 1-well~"
  She chuckled and said ruefully, "I know. The fair Laurinda. Don't worry,
  your virtue will be safe with me till you realize it can't make any
  possible diffHoldl" she roared.
 He tensed where he floated. "What?"
 "Quiet. No, secure things and get harnessed."
  For humming minutes she studied the screen and meters before her. Yoshii
  readied himself. Seated at her side he could see the grimness grow. Pale
  hair waved around sable skin when at last she nodded. "Yes," she said,
  "somebody's bound this way. From the direction of the sun. About ten
  million klicks off. He barely registered at first, but it's getting
  stronger by the minute. He's boosting fast. We'd tear our hull apart if
  we tried to match him, supposing we had that kind of power. Definitely
  making for Prima."
 "What ... is it?"
  "What but a kzin ship with a monster engine? I'm afraid they've caught
  on to our strategy." Carita's
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 tone grew wintry. "I'd rather not hear just how they did. "
 "G-guesswork?" Yoshii faltered.
  "Maybe. I don't know kzin psych. How close to us can they make themselves
  think?" She turned her head to clamp her vision on him. "Well, maybe the
  skippees plan failed and ifs actually drawn the bandits to us. Or maybe
  it's the one thing that can save

  (Saxtorph's words drawled through memory: "We don't know how much search
  capability the kzin have, but a naval vessel means auxiliaries, plus
  whatever civilian craft they can press into service. A boat out in the
  middle of the far yonder, drifting free, would be near-as-damn impossible
  to find. But as soon as she accelerates back toward where her crew might
  do something real, she screams the announcement to any alert, properly
  organized watchers-optical track, neutrino emission, the whole works till
  she's in effective radar range. After that she's sold to the licorice
  man, as they say in Denmark. On the other hand, if she can get down onto
  a planetary surfitce, she can probably make herself almost as invisible
  as out in the deep. A worldful of topography, which the kzinti cannot
  have had time or personnel to map in anything but the sketchiest way. So
  how about one of ours goes to Prima, the other to Tertia, and hes low in
  orbit? Immediately when we get wind Of trouble, we drop down into the
  best hidey-hole the planet has got, and wait things out."
  (It had been the most reasonable idea that was broached.)
  "You've been doing our latest studies," Carita went on. "Found any
  prospective burrows? The kzinti may or may not have acquired us by now.
  Maybe not. That vessel may not be as well equipped to scan as this
  prospector, and she's probably a good deal bigger. But they're closing
  in fast, I tell you."
 Yoshii made a shushing gesture, swiveled his seat,
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 and evoked pictures, profiles, data tabulations. Shortly he nodded. "I think
 we have a pretty respectable chance." Pointing: "See here. Prima isn't all
 an unbroken plain. This range, it's small valleys-and on the night side,
 too."
 Carita whistled. "Hey, boy, we live right!"
  "I'll set up for a detailed scan and drop into low orbit to make it. We
  should find some cleft we can back straight down into. The kzinti would
  have to arc immediately above and be on the lookout for that exact spot to
  see us." Yoshii said nothing about what a feat of piloting he had in mind.
  He was a Belter. She had almost comparable experience, together with
  jinxian reflexes.
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  "Yah, I do think our best bet is to land and snuggle in." Saxtorph's look
  ranged through the port and across the planet, following an onward sweep of
  daylight as Shep orbited around to the side of the sun.
  That disc was less than half the size of Sol's at Earth, its coal-glow
  light little more than one onehundredth. Nevertheless Tertia shone so
  brightly as to dazzle surrounding stars out of sight. Edges softened by
  atmosphere, it was bestrewn with glaciers, long streaks and broad plains
  and frozen seas bluishly aglimmer from pole to pole. Bared rock reached
  darkling on mountainsides or reared in tablelands. Five Terrestrial masses
  had been convulsed enough as they settled toward equilibrium that the last
  of the heights they thrust upward had not worn away entirely during the
  post-tectonic eons.
  The glaciers were water, with some frozen carbon dioxide overlying them in
  the antarctic zone where winter now reigned. The air, about twice as dense
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 it insufficient to sustain fire or life. It was utterly clear save where
 slow winds raised swirls of glitter, dust storms whose dust was fine ice.
  A small moon, inmost of four, hove in view. it sheened reddish-yellow,
  like amber. The largest, Luna-size, was visible, too, patched with the
  same hue, ashen where highlands were uncovered. It had no craters;
  spalling and cosmic sand had long since done away with them.
  "But, but on the surface we'll see only half the sky at best," Laurinda
  ventured. "And atmospherics will ... hinder the seeing."
  Saxtorph nodded. "True. Ordinarily I'd opt for staying in space in hopes
  of early warning. That does have its own drawbacks, though. A kzin search
  vessel could likelier than not detect us the moment we commenced boost.
  Since we might not be able to skedaddle flat-out from them, we'd probably
  drop planetside. That's the whole idea of being where we are, remember?
  If we did it right, the ratcats wouldn't know where we'd squatted, but
  they'd know we were someplace yonder for sure, and that would be a bigger
  help to them than they deserve."
 "Treacherous terrain for landing," Dorcas warned.
  Saxtorph nodded again. "Indeed. Which means we'll be smart to take our
  time while we've still got it, come down cautiously and settle in
  thoroughly. As for knowing when a spacecraft is in the neighborhood, at
  a minimum there's our neutrino detector. It's not what you'd call
  precise, but it will pick up an operating fusion generator within a
  couple million klicks, clear through the body of the planet."
  He paused before adding, "I realize this isn't quite what we intended
  when we said goodbye. But we didn't know what Tertia is like. Doctrine
  exists to be modified as circumstances dictate. I'd guess the sensible
  thing for Juan and Carita to do is quite different. "
  Laurinda's fingers twisted together. She turned her face from the other
  two.
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  I vote with you," Dorcas declared. They had been considering tactics for
  hours, while they gained knowledge of the world they had reached. "What
  are the specs of a landing site? Safe ground; concealment from anything
  except an unlikely observation from directly overhead, unless we can
  avoid that, too; but we don't want to be in a radio shadow, because we
  hope for-we expect-a broadcast message in the fairly near future."
 "Don't forget defensibility," Saxtorph reminded.
  "What?" asked Laurinda, startled. "How can we possibly-"
  The man grinned. "I didn't tell you, honey, because it's not a thing to
  blab about, but Dorcas and I always travel with a few weapons. I took
  them along packed among my personal effects. Managed to slip Carita a
  rifle and some ammo when nobody else was looking. That leaves us with
  another rifle, a Pournelle rapid-fire automatic, choice of solid or
  explosive shells; a .38-caliber machine pistol with detachable stock, and
  a 9-mm. mulekiller."
  "Plus a certain amount of blasting sticks," Dorcas informed him.
  Saxtorph goggled. "Huh?" He guffawed. "rhat's my nice little wifey. The
  standard mining equipment aboard includes knives, geologists' hammers,
  crowbars, and such, useful for mayhem." He sobered. "Not that we want a
  fight. God, nol But if we're able to give a good account of ourselves-it
  might make a difference. "
  "A single small warhead will make a much bigger difference, unless we
  have dispersal and concealment capability, " Dorcas observed. "All right,
  let's take a close look at what topographical data we've collected. "
  The choice was wide, but decision was quick. Shep dropped out of orbit
  and made for a point about 30 degrees north latitude. It was at
  midafternoon, which was a fitctor. Lengthening shadows would bring out
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 details, while daylight would remain-in a rotation period of 40 hours,
 37-plus minutes--for preliminary exploration of the vicinity.
  A mesa loomed stark, thinly powdered with ice crystals, above a glacier
  that had flowed under its own weight, down from the heights, until a
  jumble of hills beneath had brought it to a halt. As it descended, the
  gJacier had gouged a deep, almost sheerwalled coulee through slopes and
  steeps. The bottom was talus, under a dusting of sand, but solid; with
  gravity a third higher than on Earth, and epochs of time, shards and
  particles had settled into gridlock.
  Or so the humans reasoned. The last few minutes of maneuver were very
  intent, very quiet except for an occasional low word of business,
  Saxtorph, manning the console, was prepared to cram on emergency boost
  at the first quiver of awryness. But Dorcas talked him down and Shep
  grounded firmly. For a while, nobody spoke or moved. Then husband and
  wife unharnessed and kissed. After a moment, Laurinda made it a threeway
  embrace.
  Saxtorph peered out. The canyon walls laid gloom over stone. "You ladies
  unlimber this and stow that while I go take a gander," he said. "Yes,
  dear, I won't be gone long and I will be careful."
  His added weight dragged at him, but not too badly. It wasn't more than
  physiology could take, even a Belter's or a Crashlander's, and
  distributed over the whole body. The women would get used to it, sort of,
  and in fact it ought to be valuable, continuous exercise in the cramped
  quarters of the boat. The spacesuit did feel pretty heavy.
  He cycled through and stood for a few minutes learning to see the
  landscape. Every cue was alien, subtly or utterly, light, shadow, shapes.
  The cobbles underfoot were smooth as those on a beach. They and the
  rubble along the sides and the cliffs above were tawny-gray, sparked with
  bits of what might be mica but was likelier something strange--diamond
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 dust? Several crags survived, eroded to laciness. The lower end of the
 gorge, not far off, was blocked by a wall of glacier. Above reached purple
 sky. An icedevil whirled on the heights. Wind whittered.
  Saxtorph decided his party had better plant an antenna and relay
  inconspicuously up there. Any messages ought to be on a number of
  simultaneous bands, at least one of which could blanket a Tertian
  hemisphere, but the signal would be tenuous and these depths might screen
  it out altogether. He walked carefully from the arrowhead of the boat to
  the righthand side and started downslope, looking for safe routes to the
  top. Lateral ravines appeared to offer them.
 Abruptly he halted. What the flapping hellfire?
  He stooped and stared. Could it be ? No, some freak of nature. He wasn't
  qualified to identify a fossil.
  He went on. By the time he had tentatively found the path he wanted, he was
  so near the glacier that he continued. It lifted high, not grimy like its
  counterparts on terrestroid planets but clear, polished glassy-smooth, a
  cold and mysterious blue. Whatever mineral grains once lay on it had sunken
  to the bottom, and-
 And-
  Saxtorph stood moveless. The time was long before he breathed, "Oh. My.
  God."
  From within the ice, the top half of a skull stared at him. It could only
  be that, unhuman though it was. And other bones were scattered behind, and
  shaped stones, and pieces of what was most surely earthenware-
  Chill possessed him from within. How old were those remnants?
  Big Tertia must in its youth have had a still denser atmosphere than now,
  greenhouse effect, heat from a contracting interior, and ... those
  molecules that are the kernel from which life grows, perhaps evolved
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 not here but in interstellar space, organics which the wan sun did not
 destroy as they drifted inward. . . . Life arose. It liberated oxygen. It
 gave birth to beings that made tools and dreams. But meanwhile the planetary
 core congealed and chilled, the oceans began to freeze, plants died, nothing
 replaced the oxygen that surface rocks bound fast.... Without copper, tin,
 gold, iron, any metal they could know for what it was, the dwellers had
 never gone beyond their late stone age, never had a chance to develop the
 science that might have saved them or at least have let them understand what
 was happening....
  Saxtorph shuddered. He turned and hastened back to the boat.
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  Unsure what kind of surface awaited them, Carita and Yoshii descended on
  the polarizer and made a feather-soft landing. They were poised to spring
  instantly back upward. All they felt was a slight resilience, more on
  their instruments than in their bones. It damped out and Fido rested
  quiet.
 '. Elastic?" Yoshii wondered. "Or viscous, or what?"
  "Never mind, we'll investigate later, right now we're down safe," Carita
  replied. She wiped her brow. "Hoo, but I need a stiff drink and a hot
  showerl"
 Yoshii leered at her. "In the opposite order, please.
 She cuffed him lightly. The horseplay turned into mutual unharnessing and
 a hug.
  "Hey-y," she purred, "you really do want to celebrate, don't you? Later,
  we'll share that shower."
  His arms dropped. She released him in her turn and he made a stumbling
  backward step. 1, I'm sorry, I didn't intend-Well, we should take a good
  look outside, shouldn't we?"
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 wryly and shrugged. "Okay. I'll forgive you this time if you'll fix
 dinner. Your yakitori tacos are always consoling. You're right, anyway."
  They turned off the fluoros and peered fbrth. As their eyes adapted, they
  saw well enough through airlessness, by the thronging stars and the cold
  rush of the Milky Way. Bowl-shaped, the dell in which they were parked
  curved some 50 meters wide to heights twice as fitr above the bottom.
  Fido sat close to one side; direct sunlight would only touch her for a
  small part of the day, weeks hence. Every edge and lump was rounded off
  by the covering of the planet. In this illumination it appeared pale
  gray.
 "What is the stuff?" Carita muttered.
  "I've hit on an idea," Yoshii said. I do not warrant that it is right.
  It may not even make sense."
  Her teeth flashed white in the darkness. "The universe is not under
  obligation to make sense. S A your piece. " She switched cabin
  illumination !rack on. Radiance made the ports blank.
  I think it must be organic-carbon-based," Yoshii said. "It doesn't
  remotely match any mineral I've ever seen or heard of or imagined,
  whereas it does resemble any number of plastics."
  "Hm, yeah, I had the same thought, but discarded it. Where would the
  chemistry come from? Life can't have started in the short time Prima hung
  onto its atmosphere, can it? Whatever carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen
  are left must be locked up in solidstate materials. At most we might find
  hydrates or something."
 "This could have come from space."
  "What?" She pped at him. "If that's a joke, it's too deep for me.'
  "There is matter in space, in the nebulae and even in the emptiest
  stretches between. It includes organic compounds, some of them fairly
  complex."
 "Not quite concentrated enough for soup."
 "Sure, the densest nebula is still a pretty hard
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 vacuum by Terrestrial standards. However, this system has had time to pass
 through many. Between them, too-yes, between galaxies-gravity has found
 atoms and molecules to draw in. During any single year, hardly a measurable
 amount. But it's been fifteen billion years, Carita."
  "Um'h," she uttered, almost as if punched in the stomach.
  "The sun doesn't give off any ultraviolet to speak of," Yoshii pursued.
  "Its wind is puny. Carbon-based molecules land intact. The sun does
  maintain a daytime temperature at which they can react with each other. I
  daresay cosmic radiation energizes the chemistry, too. Fine grains of sand
  and dust--crumbled off rocks, together with meteoroid powder--provide col-
  loidal surfaces where the stuff can cluster till there's a fiLirly high
  concentration and complicated exchanges become possible. Unsaturated bonds
  grab the free atoms of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, anything included in the
  downdrift except noble gases, and incorporate them. Maybe, here and there,
  some such growing patch 'learns' how to take stuff from surface rocks. It's
  a slow, slow process--or set of processes-but it's had time. Eventually
  atches meet as they expand. What happens then Sepends on just what their
  compositions happen to be. I'd expect some weird interactions while they
  join. Those could be going on yet. That would explain why we saw
  differently colored areas. But it's only the terminal reactions."
  Yoshii's words had come faster and faster. He was developing his idea as he
  described it. Excitement turned into awe and he whispered, "A polymer. A
  single multiplex molecule, the size of this planet."
  Carita was mute for a whole minute before she murmured, "Whew! But why
  isn't the same stuff on every airless body? ... No, wait. Stupid of me to
  ask. This is the only one where conditions have been right. "
 Yoshii nodded. I suspect that what yellows the
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 rest is a carbon compound, too, but something formed in space. You get
 some fairly complicated ones there, you know. If that particular one can't
 react with the organics I was talking about-too cold-then they are a minor
 part of the downdrift compared to it. We haven't noticed the same thing
 in other planetary systems because they are all too young, and maybe
 because none of them have made repeated passages through nebulae."
  "You missed your calling," Carita said tenderly. "Should've been a
  scientist. Is it too late? We can go out, take samples, put 'em through
  our analyzers. When we get home, you can write a paper that'll have
  scholarships piled around you up to your bellybutton. Though I hope
  you'll keep on with the poetry. I like what you-"
  A quiver went through the boat. "What the Finagle!" she exclaimed.
 "A quake?" Yoshii asked.
  "The profs told us these planets are as far beyond quakes as a mummy is
  beyond hopscotch," Carita snapped.
  Another tremor made slight noises throughout the hull. Yoshii reached for
  the searchlight switch. Carita caught his arm. "Hold that," she said.
  "The kzinti-No, unless they beef up that already wild boost they are
  under, they won't arrive for a couple more hours.
 Nevertheless he refrained.
  The pair studied their instrument panel. "We've been tilted a bit,"
  Yoshii pointed out. "Should we reset the landing jacks?"
  "Let's wait and see," Carita said. "I'd guess the rock beneath has
  settled under our weight, or one layer has slid over another, or
  something like that. If it's reached a new equilibrium, we don't want to
  upset it by shifting mass around. No sense in moving yet, when we can't
  tell what the ground is like anywhere else."
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  "Right. I'm afraid, though, we can't relax as we had hoped."
  "How much relaxing could we do anyway, with kzinti sniffing after us?"
  "And Laurinda-" Yoshii whispered. Harshly: "Do you want to take the
  controls, stand by to jump out Of here, in case? I'll snug things down and,
  yes, throw a meal together."
  Lightfoot under the low gravity, he descended aft to the engine
  compartment. Delicate work needed doing. The idling fusion generator must
  be shut down entirely, lest its neutrino smoke betray the boat-not that the
  kzinti could home in on it, but they would know with certainty the humans
  were on Prima, and in which quadrant. Batteries, isotopic and crystalline
  as well as chemical, held energy for weeks of life support and ordinary
  operations. Yet it had to be possible to restart the generator instantly,
  full power within a second, should there be a sudden need to scramble. That
  meant disconnecting the safety interlocks. Yoshii fetched tools and got
  busy. The task was demanding, but not too much for his spirit to wing
  elsewhere in space, elsewhen in time-the Belt, Plateau, We Made It, Rovers
  folk on triumphal progress after their return....
  Carita's voice came over the intercom. "Tbis is dull duty. I think I will
  turn on the searchlight while it's still safe to do so. Might get a clue to
  what caused those jolts. "
  "Good idea, " he agreed absent-mindedly, and continued his task.
  The metal around him throbbed. Small objects rattled on the deck.
  Juan!" Carita shouted. "rhe, the material-it's rippling, crawling-" The
  hull rocked. "I'm getting us out of here!"
  ,'Yes, do," he called back, and grabbed for the nearest handhold.
 Within its radiation shield, the generator hummed.
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 Needles sprang across dials, displays onto screens. Yoshii felt the upward
 thrust of the deck against his feet. It was slight. Carita was a careful
 pilot, applying barely sufficient boost to rise off the ground before she
 committed to a leap.
  The boat screamed. Things tilted. Yoshii clung. Loose things hailed
  around him. A couple of them drew blood. The boat canted over, toppled,
  struck lengthwise, tolled so that he was half deafened
  Stillness crashed down, except for a shrill whistle that he knew too
  well. Air was escaping from one or more rents nearby. He hauled himself
  erect and out of his daze. The emergency valve had already shut, sealing
  off this section. He had to get through the lock built into it before the
  pressure differential made operation fatally slow.
  Somehow he passed forth, and on along the companionway that was now a
  corridor, toward the control cabin. Lights were still shining,
  ventilators still whirring, and few articles lay strewn around. This was
  a good, sturdy craft, kept shipshape. How had she failed?
  Carita met him in the entrance. "Hey, you sure got battered, didn't you?
  I was secured. Here, let me help you. " She practically carried him to
  his chair, which she had adjusted for the new orientation. Meanwhile she
  talked on: "The trouble's with the landing gear, I think. Is that damn
  stuff a glue? No, how could it be? Take over. I'm going to suit up and
  go out for a look."
  "Don't," he protested. "You might get stuck there, too. "
  "I'll be careful. Keep watch. If I don't make it back-" She stooped,
  brushed lips across his, and hurried aft.
  His ears rang and pained him, his head ached, he was becoming conscious
  of bruises, but his eyes worked. The searchlight made clear the motion
  in the mantle. It was slight in amplitude, as thin as the
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 layer was, and slow, but intricate, like wave patterns spreading from
 countless centers to form an everchanging moir6. Those nodes were darker
 than the ripple-shadows and seemed to pass the darknesses on from one to
 the next, so that a shifting stipple went outward from the boat, across
 the dell floor and, as he watched, up the side. The hull rocked a little,
 off and on, in irregular wise.
  "Do you read me?" he heard after a while. "I'm in the Number Two lock,
  outer valve open, looking over the lip."
  I read you," he answered unevenly. At least the radio system remained
  intact. "What do you see?"
  "The same turbulence in the ... stuff. Nothing clear aft, where the main
  damage is. The searchbeam doesn't diffuse, and-I'm off to inspect."
  "Better not. If you lost your footing and fell down into-:'
  She barked scorn. "If you think I could, then I'm for sure the right
  person for this job." He clenched his fists but must needs admit that
  induction boots gave plenty of grip on the metal for a rockjack-a
  rockidl, she often called herself. "I'm crawling out. ... Standing....
  On my way." The hull pitched. "Heyl That damn near threw me." Starkly:
  I think Fido just settled more at the after end."
 "But into what?" he cried. "Solid rock?"
  "No, I guess not. I do know what we are deep down into.... Okay,
  proceeding. Landing gear in sight now, spraddled against the sky. It's
  dark, I can't see much except stars. Let me unlimber my flashlight....
  A-a-ah!" she nearly screamed.
  He half rose in his seat. "What happened? Carita, dear, are you there?"
  "Yes. A nasty shock, that sight. Listen, the Number Three leg is off the
  ground. The bottom end sticks up-ragged, holes in it-like a badly
  corroded thing that got so weak it tore apart when it came
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 under stress. . . . But, Juan, this is melded steel and titanium alloy.
 What could've eaten it?"
  "We can guess," Yoshfi said between his teeth. "Come back."
  "No, I need to see the rest. Don't worry, I'll creep down the curve like
  a cat burglar.... I'm at the socket of Number Two. I'm shining my light
  along it. Yes. Nothing left of the foot. Seems to be sort of-absorbed
  into the ground. Number One-more yet is missing, and, yes, that's the
  unit which pulled partly loose from its mounting and made the hole in the
  engine compartment. I can see the skin ripped and buckled-"
  The boat swayed. Her nose twisted about and lifted a few degrees as her
  tail sank. Groans went through the hull.
  "I'm okay, mate. Well anchored. But holy Finaglel The stuff is going wild
  underneath. Has it come to a boil?"
  Yoshii could not see that where he was, but he did spy the quickening and
  thickening of the wave fronts farther off. Understanding blasted him.
  "Douse your flash!" he yelled. "Get back insidel" He grabbed for the
  searchlight switch as for the throat of a foeman.
 "Hey, what is this?" Carita called.
  "Douse your flash, I said. Can't you see, bright light is what causes the
  trouble? Find your way by the stars." He clutched his shoulders and
  shivered in the dark. The boat shivered with him, diminuendo.
 I read you," Carita said faintly.
  Yoshii darkened the cabin as well. "Let's meet in my stateroom," he
  proposed. The sarcastically named cubbyhole did not give on the outside.
  He groped till he found it. When again he dared grant himself vision, he
  bent above the locker where a bottle was, shook his head, straightened,
  and stood looking at a photograph of Laurinda on the bulkhead.
 Carita entered. Her coverall was wet and pungent,
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 Sweat glistened on the dark face. "Haven't you poured me a drink?" she asked
 hoarsely.
 "I decided that would be unwise."
  "Maybe for you, sonny boy. Not for me." The jinxian helped herself, tossed
  off two mouthfuls, and sighed. That's better. Thank you very much."
  Yoshii gestured at his bunk. It was roughly horizontal, that being how the
  polarizer field was ordinarily set in flight. They sat down on it, side by
  side. Her bravado dwindled. "So you know what's happened to us?" she
  murmured.
  "I have a guess," Yoshii replied with care. "It depends on my idea of the
  supermolecule being correct."
 'Say on."
  "Well, you see, it grew. Or rather, I think, different ones grew till they
  met and linked up. There must have been all possible combinations, permuta-
  tions of radicals and bases and--every kind of chemical unit. Cosmic
  radiation drives that kind of change. So does quantum mechanics, random
  effects; that was probably dominant in intergalactic space. So the
  chemistry ... mutated. Whatever structure was better at assimilating fresh
  material would be favored. It would grow at the expense of the rest."
  Carita whistled. "Natural selection, evolution? You mean the stuffs alive?"
  "No, not like you and me or bacteria or even viruses. But it would- develop
  components which could grab onto new atoms, and other components that are
  catalytic, and--and I think ways of passing an atom on from ring to ring
  until it's gone as far as there are receptors for it. That would leave room
  for taking up more at the near end. Because I think finally the molecule
  evolved beyond the point of depending on whatever fell its way from the
  skies. I think it began extracting matter from the planet, whenever it
  spread to where there was a suitable substance. Breaking down carbonates
  and silicates
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 and-and incorporating metallic atoms, too. Clathrate formation would
 promote growth, as well as chemical combination. But of course metal is
 ultra-scarce here, so the molecule became highly efficient at stealing it.
 11
  "At eating things." Carita stared before her. "That's close enough to
  life for me."
  "The normal environment is low-energy, Yoshii said. "Things must go
  faster during the day. Not that there is much action then, either;
  nothing much to act on, any more. But we set down on our metal landing
  gear, and pumped out light-frequency quanta.
 "And it ... woke."
  Yoshii grimaced but stayed clear of semantic argu-~ ment. "It must be
  strongly bound to the underlying rock. It was quick to knit the feet of
  our landing jacks into that structure. "
 "And gnaw its way upward, till I-" -
  He caught her hand. "You couldn't have known. I didn't. "
  The deck swayed underfoot. The liquor sloshed in Carita's glass. "But
  we're blacked out now," she protested, as if to the devourer,
  "We're radiating infrared," Yoshii answered. "The boat's warmer on the
  outside than her surroundings. Energy supply. The chemistry goes on,
  though slower. We can't stop it, not unless we want to freeze to death.
  "
 "How long have we got?" she whispered.
  He bit his lip. "I don't know. If we last till sunrise we'll dissolve
  entirely soon after, like spooks in an ancient folk tale."
 "That's more than a month away."
  "I'd estimate that well before then, the hull will be eaten open. No more
  air."
  "Our suits recycle. We can jury-rig other things to keep us alive."
  "But the hull will weaken and collapse. Do you want to be tossed down
  into ... that?" Yoshii sat
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 straight. Resolution stiffened his tone. "I'm afraid we have no choice
 except to throw ourselves on the mercy of the kzinti. They must have
 arrived."
  Carita ripped forth a string of oaths and obscenities, knocked back her
  drink, and rose. "Shep is still on the loose," she said.
  Yoshii winced. "Man the control cabin. I'm going to suit up and get back
  into the engine compartment.
 "What for?"
  "Isn't it obvious? The energy boxes are stored there. "
  "Oh. Yes. You're thinking we'll have to take orbit under our own power and
  let the kzinti pick us up? I'm not keen on that."
  "Nor I. But I don't imagine they'll be keen on landing here."
  He rejoined her an hour later. By starlight she saw how he trembled. "I was
  too late," dragged fi-om him. "Maybe if I hadn't had to operate the airlock
  hydraulics manually-What I found was a seething mass of--of-The entire
  locker where the boxes were is gone."
  "That fast?" she wondered, stunned, though they had been in communication
  until he passed through into the after section. And then, slowly: "Well,
  the capacitors in those boxes are-were fully charged. Energy concentrated
  like the stuff s never known before. Too bad so much didn't poison it.
  Instead, it got a kick in the chemistry making it able to eat everything in
  three gulps. We're lucky the life-support batteries weren't there, too."
  "Let's hope the kzinti want us enough to come down for us."
  Shielding a flashlight with a clipboard, they actinted the radio,
  standard-band broadcast. Yoshii spoke.
 SOS. SOS. Two humans aboard a boat, marooned," he said dully. "We are
 sinking into a-solvent-the macromolecule-You doubtless know about it. Rescue
 requested.
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  "We can't lift by ourselves. The drive units in our spacesuits have only
  partial charge, insufficient to reach orbital speed in this field. We
  can't recharge. That equipment is gone. So are all the reserve energy
  boxes. We can flit a goodly distance around the planet or rise to a
  goodly height, but we can't escape.
  "Please take us off. Please inform. We will keep our receiver open on
  this band, and continue transmission so you can locate us."
  Having recorded his words, he set them to repeat directly on the carrier
  wave and leaned back. "Not the most eloquent speech ever made, he
  admitted. "But they won't care."
  She took his hand. Heaven stood gleamful above them. Time passed.
  Occasionally the vessel moved a bit.
  A spaceship flew low, from horizon to horizon. They had only the barest
  glimpse. Perhaps cameras took note of theirs.
 Carita choked. "Alien."
 "Kzin," Yoshii said. "Got to be."
 "But I never heard of anything like
 "Nor 1. What did you see?"
  "Big. Sphere with fins or flanges or-.vhatever they are-all around.
  Mirror-bright. Doesn't look like she's intended for planetfall."
  Yoshii nodded. "Me, too. I wanted to make sure of my impression, as fast
  as she went by. just the same, I think we have a while to wait. " He
  stood up. "Suppose I go fix us some sandwiches and also bring that
  bottle. We may as well take it easy. We've played our hand out."
  "But won't they-oh, yes, I see. That's no patrol craft. She was called
  off her regular service to come check Prima, We being found, she'll call
  Secunda for further orders, and relay our message to a translator there.
  "
  "About a five-minute transmission lag either way, at the present
  positions. A longer chain-of-command
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 lag, I'll bet. Leave the intercom on for me, please, but just for the sake
 of my curiosity. You can talk to them as well as I can."
 "There isn't a lot to say," Carita agreed.
  Yoshii was in the galley when he heard the computer-generated voice:
  "Werlith-Commandant addressing you directly. Identify yourselves."
  "Carita Fenger, Juan Yoshii, of the ship Rover, stuck on Prima--on Planet
  One. Your crew has seen us. I suppose they realize our plight. We're being
 * * * swallowed. Please take us off. If your vessel here can't do it, please
 dispatch one that can. Over."
 Silence hummed and rustled. Yoshii kept busy.
  He was returning when the voice struck again: "We lost two boats with a
  total of eight heroes aboard before we established the nature of the peril.
  I will not waste time explaining it to you. Most certainly I will not
  hazard another craft and more fives. On the basis of observations made by
  the crew of Sun Defier, if you keep energy output minimal you have approxi-
  mately five hundred hours left to spend as you see fit. "
 A click signalled the cutoff.
  Werlith-Commandant had been quite kindly by his lights, Yoshii
  acknowledged.
  He entered the control cabin. "I'm sorry, Carita," he said.
  She rose and went to meet him. Starlight guided her through shadows and
  glinted off her hair and a few tears. "I'm sorry, too, Juan," she gulped.
  "Now let's both of us stop apologizing. The thing has happened, that's all.
  Look, we can try a broadcast that maybe they'll pick up in Shep, so they'll
  know. They won't dare reply, I suppose, but it's nice to think they might
  know. First let's eat, though, and have a couple of drinks, and talk, and,
  and go to bed. The same bed."
  He lowered his tray to the chart shelf. "I'm exhausted," he mumbled.
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  She threw her arms around him and drew his head down to her opulent bosom.
  "So'm I, chum. And if you want to spend the rest of what time we've got
  being faithful, okay. But let's stay together. It's cold out there. Even in
  a narrow bunk, let's be together while we can."
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  The sun in the screen showed about half the Soldisc at Earth. Its light
  equaled more than 10,000 fun Lunas, red rather than off-white but still
  ample to make Secunda shine. The planetary crescent was mostly
  yellowish-brown, little softened by a tenuous atmosphere of methane with
  traces of carbon dioxide and ammonia. A polar cap brightened its wintered
  northern hemisphere, a shrunken one the southern. The latter was all
  water ice, the former enlarged by carbon dioxide and ammonia that had
  frozen out. These two gases did it everywhere at night, most times,
  evaporating again by day in summer and the tropics, so that sunrises and
  sunsets were apt to be violent. Along the terminator glittered a storm
  of fine silicate dust mingled with ice crystals.
  The surfiLce bore scant relief, but the slow rotation, 57 hours, was
  bringing into view a gigantic crater and a number of lesser neighbors.
  Probably a moon had crashed within the past billion years; the scars
  remained, though any orbiting fragments had

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 dissipated. A sister moon survived, three-fourths Lunar diameter, dark
 yellowishlike so many bodies in this system.
  Thus did Tregennis interpret what he and Ryan saw as they sat in RovWs
  saloon watching the approach. Data taken from afar, befbre the capture,
  helped him fill in details. Talking about them was an anodyne for both
  men.
  Markham entered. Silence rushed through like a wind.
 "I have an announcement," he said after a moment.
 Neither prisoner stirred.
  "We are debarking in half an hour," he went on. I have arranged for your
  clothing and hygienic equipment to be brought along. Including your
  medication, Professor. "
 "Thank you," Tregennis said flatly.
  "Why shouldn't he?" Ryan sneered. "Keep the animals alive till the master
  race can think of a need for them. I wonder if he'll share in the feast."
  Markham's stiffness became rigidity. "Have a care," he warned. "I have
  been very patient with you." During the 50-odd hours of 3-g
  flight--during which Hraou-Captain allowed the polarizer to lighten
  weight-he had received no word from either, nor eye contact. To be sure,
  he had been cultivating the acquaintance of such kzinti among the prize
  crew as deigned to talk with him. "Don't provoke me."
  "All right," Ryan answered. Unable to resist: "Not but what I couldn't
  put up with a lot of provocation myself, if I were getting paid what they
  must be paying you.
  Markham's cheekbones reddened. "For your information, I have never had
  one mark of recompense, nor ever been promised any. Not one."
  Tregennis regarded him in mild amazement. "Then why have you turned
  traitor?" he asked.
  I have not. On the contrary-" Markham stood for several seconds before
  he plunged. "See here, if
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 you will listen, if you will treat me like a human being, you can learn
 some things you will be well advised to know."
  Ryan scowled at his beer glass, shrugged, nodded, and grumbled, "Might
  as well."
 "Can you talk freely?" Tregennis inquired.
  Markham sat down. "I have not been forbidden to. Of course, what I have
  been told so fitr is quite limited. However, certain kzinti, including
  HraouCaptain, have been reasonably forthcoming. They have been bored by
  their uneventful duty, are intrigued by me, and see no immediate threat
  to security. "
 "I can understand that," said Tregennis dryly.
  Markham leaned forward. His assurance had shrunk enough to notice. He
  tugged his half-beard. His tone became earnest:
  "Remember, for a dozen Earth-years I fought the kzinti. I was raised to
  it. They had driven my mother into exile. The motto of the House of
  Reichstein was 'Ehre-' well, in English, 'Honor Through Service.' She
  changed it to 'No Surrender.' Most people had long since given up, you
  know. They accepted the kzin order of things. Many had been born into it,
  or had only dim childhood memories of anything before. Revolt would have
  brought massacre. Aristocrats who stayed on Wunderland-the majority-saw
  no alternative to cooperating with the occupation forces, at least to the
  extent of preserving order among humans and keeping industries in
  operation. They were apt to look on us who fought as dangerous
  extremists. It was a seductive belief. As the years wore on, with no end
  in sight, more and more members of the resistance despaired. Through the
  aristocrats at home they negotiated terms permitting them to come back
  and pick up the pieces of their lives. My mother was among those who had
  the greatness of spirit to refuse the temptation. 'No Surrender.' "
 Ryan still glowered, but Tregennis said with a
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 dawn of sympathy, "Then the hyperdrive armada arrived and she was
 vindicated. Were you not glad?"
  "Of course," Markham said. "We jubilated, my comrades and 1, after we were
  through weeping for the joy and glory of it. That was a short-lived happi-
  ness. We had work to do. At first it was clean. The fighting had caused
  destruction. The navy from Sol could spare few units; it must go on to
  subdue the kzinti elsewhere. On the men of the resistance fell the tasks of
  rescue and relief.
  "Men as we returned to our homes on Wunderland -1 and many others for the
  first time in our lives----%Ve found that the world for whose liberation we
  had fought, the world of our vision and hope, was gone, long gone.
  Everywhere was turmoil. Mobs stormed manor after manor of the
  'collaborationist' aristocrats, lynched, raped, looted, burned---as if
  those same proles had not groveled befbre the kzinti and kept war
  production going for theml Lunatic political factions rioted against each
  other or did actual armed combat. Chaos brought breakdown, want, misery,
  death.
  "My mother took a lead in calling for a restoration of law. We did it, we
  soldiers from space. What we did was often harsh, but necessary. A
  caretaker government was established. We thought that we could finally get
  on with our private lives-though 1, for one, busied myself in the effort to
  build up Centaurian defense forces, so that never again could my people be
  overrun.
  "In the years that my back was turned, they, my people, were betrayed."
  Markham choked on his bitterness.
  "Do you mean the new constitution, the democratic movement in general?"
  Tregennis prompted.
  Markham recovered and nodded. "No one denied that reform, reorganization
  was desirable. I will concede, if only because our time to talk now is
  limited, most of the reformers meant well. They did not
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 foresee the consequences of what they enacted. I admit I did not myself.
 But I was busy, often away for long periods of time. My mother, on our
 estates, saw what was happening, and piece by piece made it clear to me."
  "Your estates. You kept them, then. I gather most noble families kept a
  substantial part of their former holdings; and Wunderland's House of
  Patricians is the upper chamber of its parliament. Surely you don't think
  you have come under a ... mobocracy."
  "But I do! At least, that is the way it is tending. That is the way it
  will go, to completion, to destruction, if it is not stopped. A political
  Gresham's Law prevails; the bad drives out the good. Look at me, for
  example. I have one vote, by hereditary right, in the Patricians, and it
  is limited to federal matters. To take a meaningful role in restoring a
  proper societythrough enactment of proper laws-a role which it is my
  hereditary duty to take-I must begin by being elected a consul of my
  state, Braefell. That would give me a voice in choosing who goes to the
  House of Delegates- No matter details. I went into politics."
 "Holding your well-bred nose," Ryan murmured.
  Markham flushed again. "I am for the people. The honest, decent,
  hard-working, sensible common people, who know in their hearts that
  society is tradition and order and reverence, not a series of cheap bar-
  gains between selfish interests. One still finds them in the countryside.
  It is in the cities that the maggots are, the mobs, the criminals, the
  parasites, the ... politicians. "
  For the first time, Ryan smiled a little. "Can't say I admire the
  political process either. But I will say the cure is not to domesticate
  the lower class. How about letting everybody see to his own business,
  with a few cops and courts to keep things from getting too hairy?"
  "I heard that argument often enough. It is stupid. It assumes the obvious
  falsehood that an individual
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 can function in isolation like an atom. Oh, I did my share of toadying, I
 shook the clammy hands and said the clammy words, but it was hypocritical
 ritual, a sugar coating over the cynicism and corruption-"
 "In short, you lost."
 I learned better than to try."
  Ryan started to respond but checked himself. Markham smiled like a death's
  head. "Thereupon I decided to call back the kzinti, is that what you wish
  to say?" he gibed. Seriously: "No, it was not that simple at all. I had had
  dealings with them throughout my war career, negotiations, exchanges,
  interrogation and care of prisoners, the sort of relationships one always
  has with an opponent. They came to fascinate me and I learned everything
  about them that I could. The more I knew, the more effective a freedom
  fighter I would be, not so?
  "After the ... liberation, my knowledge and my reputation caused me to have
  still more to do with them. There were mutual repatriations to arrange.
  There were kzinti who had good cause to stay behind. Some had been born in
  the Centaurian System; the second and later fleets carried females. Others
  came to join such kinfolk, or on their own, as fugitives, because their
  society too was in upheaval and many of them actually admired us, now that
  we had fought successfully. Remember, most of those newcomers arrived on
  human hyperdrive ships. This was official policy, in the hope of earning
  goodwill, of learning more about kzinti in general, and offi-ankly-having
  possible hostages. Even so, they were often subject to cruel discrimination
  or outright persecution. What could I do but intervene in their behalf?
  They, or their brothers, had been brave and honorable enemies. It was time
  to become friends."
  "That was certainly a worthy feeling," Tregennis admitted.
  Markham made a chopping gesture. "Meanwhile I not only grew more and more
  aware of the rot in
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 Wunderland, I discovered how much I had been bed to. The kzinti were never
 monsters, as propaganda had claimed. They were relentless at first and
 strict afterward, yes. They imposed their will. But it was a dynamic will
 serving a splendid vision. They were not wantonly cruel, nor extortionate,
 nor even pettily thievish. Humans who obeyed kzin law enjoyed its
 protection, its order, and its justice. Their lives went on peacefully,
 industriously, with old folkways respected-by the commoners and the kzinti.
 Most hardly ever saw a kzin. The Great Houses of Wunderland were the
 intermediaries, and woe betide the human lord who abused the people in his
 care. Oh, no matter his rank, he must defer to the lowliest kzin. But he
 received due honor for what he was, and could look forward to his sons
 rising higher, his grandsons to actual partnership."
 "In the conquest of the galaxy," Ryan said.
  "Well, the kzinti have their faults, but they are not like the Slavers that
  archaeologists have found traces of, from a billion years ago or however
  long it was. Men who fought the kzinti and men who served them were more
  ftilly men than ever befbre or since. My mother first said this to me,
  years afterward, my mother whose word had been 'No Surrender.' "
  Markham glanced at his watch. "We must leave soon," he reminded. I didn't
  mean to go on at such length. I don't expect you to agree with me. I do
  urge you to think, think hard, and meanwhile cooperate. "
  Regardless, Tregennis asked in his disarming fashion, "Did you actually
  decide to work for a kzin restoration? Isn't that the sort of radicalism
  you oppose?"
  "My decision did not come overnight either," Markham replied, "nor do I
  want kzin rule again over my people. It would be better than what they have
  now, but manliness of their own is better still. Earth is the real enemy,
  rich fat Earth, its bankers and hucksters
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 and political panderers, its vulgarity and whorishness that poison our young
 everywhere--on your world too, Professor. A strong planet Kzin will
 challenge humans to strengthen themselves. Those who do not purge out the
 corruption will die. The rest, clean, will make a new peace, a brotherhood,
 and go on to take possession of the universe."
 "Together with the kzinti," Ryan said.
  Markham nodded. "And perhaps other worthy races. We shall see."
 "I don't imagine anybody ever promised you this."
  "Not in so many words. You are shrewd, Quartermaster. But shrewdness is not
  enough. There is such a thing as intuition, the sense of destiny."
  Markham waved a hand. "Not that I had a religious experience. I began by
  entrusting harmless, perfectly sincere messages to kzinti going home, mes-
  sages for their authorities. 'Please suggest how our two species can reach
  mutual understanding. What can I do to help bring a d6tente?' Things like
  that. A few kzinti do still travel in and out, you know, on human ships, by
  prearrangement. They generally come to consult or debate about what matters
  of mutual concern our species have these days, diplomatic, commercial,
  safety-related. Some do other things, clandestinely. We haven't cut off the
  traffic on that account. It is slight-and, after all, the exchange helps us
  plant our spies in their space.
  "The responses I got were encouraging. They led to personal meetings, even
  occasionally to coded hyperwave communications; we have a few relays in
  kzin space, you know, by agreement. The first requests I got were
  legitimate by anyone's measure. The kzinti asked for specific information,
  no state secrets, merely data they could not readily obtain. I felt that by
  aiding them toward a better knowledge of us I was doing my race a valuable
  service. But of course I could not reveal it."
 "No, you had your own little foreign policy," Ryan
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 scoffed. "And one thing led to another, also inside your head, till you were
 sending stuff on the theory and practice of hyperdrive which gave them a
 ten- or, twenty-year leg up on their R and D. "
  Markham's tone was patient. "They would inevitably have gotten it. Only by
  taking part in events can we hope to exercise any influence."
  Again he consulted his watch. "We had better 901" he said. "They will bring
  us to their base. You will be meeting the commandant. Perhaps what I have
  told will be of help to you."
  "How about Rover?" Ryan inquired. I hope you've explained to them she isn't
  meant for planetfall. "
  "That was not necessary," Markham said, irritated. "They know space
  architecture as well as we do-possibly better than you do, Quartermaster.
  We will go down in a boat from the warship. They will put our ship on the
  moon."
 "What? Why not just in parking orbit?"
  "I'll explain later. We must report now for debarkation. Have no fears. The
  kzinti won't willingly damage Rover. If they can-if we think of some way to
  prevent future human expeditions here that does not involve returning
  her-we'll keep her. The hyperdrive makes her precious. Otherwise Kzarr-
  Siu-Vengeful Slasher, the warship-is the only vessel currently in this
  system which has been so outfitted. They'll put Rover on the moon fbr
  safety's sake. Secunda orbits have become too crowded. The moon's gravity
  is low enough that it won't harm a freightship like this. Now come."
  Markham rose and strode forth. Ryan and Tregennis followed. The Hawaiian
  nudged the Plateaunian and made little circling motions with his forefinger
  near his temple. Unwontedly bleak of countenance, the astronomer nodded,
  then whispered, "Be careful. I have read history. All too often, his kind
  is successful."
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  Kzinti did not use their gravity polarizers to maintain a constant,
  comfortable weight within spacecraftunless accelerations got too high even
  for them to tolerate. The boat left with a roar of power. Humans sagged in
  their seats. Tregennis whitened. The thin flesh seemed to pull back over
  the bones of his face, the beaky nose stood out like a crag and blood
  trickled from it. "Hey, easy, boy," Ryan gasped. "Do you want to lose this
  man . . . already?"
  Markham spoke to Hraou-Captain, who made a contemptuous noise but then
  yowled at the pilot. Weightlessness came as an abrupt benediction. For a
  minute silence prevailed, except fbr the heavy breathing of the
  Wunderlander and the Hawaiian, the rattling in and out of the old
  Plateaunian's.
  Harnessed beside Tregennis, Ryan examined him as well as he could before
  muttering, "I guess he'll be all right in a while, if that snotbrain will
  take a little care." Raising his eyes, he looked past the other, out the
  port. "What's that?"
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  Close by, a kilometer or two, a small spacecraftthe size and lines
  indicated a ground-to-orbit shuttle
 was docked at a framework which had been assembled around a curiously
 spheroidal dark mass, a couple of hundred meters in diameter. The framework
 secured and supported machinery which was carrying out operations under the
 direction of suited kzinti who flitted about with drive units on their
 backs. Stars peered through the lattice. In the distance passed a glimpse of
 Rover, moon-bound, and the warship.
  The boat glided by. A new approach curve computed, the pilot applied
  thrust, this time about a single g's worth. Hraou-Captain registered
  impatience at the added waiting aboard. Markham did not venture to address
  him again. It must have taken courage to do so at all, when he wasn't
  supposed to defile the language with his mouth.
  Instead the Wunderlander said to Ryan, on a note of awe, "That is doubtless
  one of their iron sources. Recently arrived, I would guess, and cooled down
  enough for work to commence on it. From what I have heard, a body that size
  will quickly be reduced."
  Ryan stared at him, forgetting hostility in surprise. "Iron? I thought
  there was hardly any in this system. What it has ought to be at the center
  of the planets. Don't the kzinti import their metals for construction?"
  Markham shook his head. "No, that would be quite impractical. They have few
  hyperdrive ships as yet-I told you Vengeful Slasher alone is so outfitted
  here, at present. Once the transports had brought personnel and the basic
  equipment, they went back for duty closer to home. Currently a warship
  calls about twice a year to bring fresh workers and needful items. It
  relieves the one on guard, which carries back kzinti being rotated. A
  reason for choosing this sun was precisely that humans won't suspect
  anything important can ever be done at it." He hesitated. "Except pure
  science. The kzinti did overlook that."
 "Well, where do they get their metals? oh, the
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 lightest ones, aluminum, uh, beryllium, magnesium, . . . manganese?-I
 suppose those exist in ordinary ores. But I don't imagine those ores are
 anything but scarce and low-grade. And iron-"
  "The asteroid belt. The planet that came too close to the sun. Disruption
  exposed its core. The metal content is low compared to what it would be in
  a later-generation world, but when you have a whole planet, you get an
  abundance. They have had to bring in certain elements from outside, nickel,
  cobalt, copper, et cetera, but mostly to make alloys. Small quantities
  suffice."
  Tregennis had evidently not fainted. His eyelids fluttered open. "Hold," he
  whispered. "Those asteroids ... orbit within ... less than half a million
  kilometers ... of the sun surface." He panted feebly before adding, "It may
  be a ... very late type M . . . but nevertheless, the effective temperature
 His voice trailed off.
 The awe returned to Markham's. "They have built
  special tug."
 "What sort?" Ryan asked.
 "In principle, like the kind we know. Having found
  desirable body, it lays hold with a grapnel field. I think this vessel
 uses a gravity polarizer system rather than electromagnetics. The kzinti
 originated that technology, remember. The tug draws the object into the
 desired orbit and releases it to go to its destination. The tug is immensely
 powerful. It can handle not simply large rocks like what you saw, but whole
 asteroids of reasonable size. As they near Secunda
 tangential paths, of course-it works them into planetary orbit. That's why
 local space is too crowded for the kzinti to leave Rover in it unmanned.
 Besides ferrous masses on hand, two or three new ones are usually en route,
 and not all the tailings of workedout old ones get swept away."
  "But the heat near the sun," Ryan objected. "The crew would roast alive. I
  don't see how they can
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 trust robotics alone. If nothing else, let the circuits get too hot and-"
  "The tug has a live crew," Markham said. "It's built double-hulled and
  mirror-bright, with plenty of radiating surfaces. But mainly it's ship
  size, not boat size, because it loads up with water ice before each
  mission. There is plenty of that around the big planets, you know,
  chilled well below minus a hundred degrees. Heated, melted, evaporated,
  vented, it maintains an endurable interior until it has been spent."
 "I thought we . . . found traces of water and OH
  . in a ring around the sun," Tregennis breathed. 'Could it actually be
  ?"
  "I don't know how much ice the project has consumed to date," Markham
  said, "but you must agree it is grandly conceived. That is a crew of
  heroes. They suffer, they dare death each time, but their will prevails.
  "
  Ryan rubbed his chin. "I suppose otherwise the only spacecraft are
  shuttles. And the warcraft and her boats."
  "They are building more. " Markham sounded proud. "And weapons and
  support machinery. This will be an industrial as well as a naval base."
  "For the next war-" Tregennis seemed close to tears. Ryan patted his
  hand. Silence took over.
  The boat entered atmosphere, which whined as she decelerated around the
  globe. A dawn storm, grit and ice, obscured the base, but the humans made
  out that it was in the great crater, presumably because the moonfall had
  brought down valuable ores and caused more to spurt up from beneath.
  Interconnected buildings made a web across several kilometers, with a
  black central spider. Doubtless much lay underground. An enterprise like
  this was large-scale or it was worthless. True, it had to start small,
  precariously-the first camp, the assembling of life support systems and
  food production facilities and a hospital for victims of disasters such
  as were
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 inevitable when you drove hard ahead with your work on a strange world-but
 demonic energy had joined the exponential-increase powers of automated
 machines to bring forth this city of warriors.
  No, Ryan thought, a city of workers in the service of future warriors. Thus
  far few professional fighters would be present except the crew of Vengeful
  Slasher. They weren't needed ... yet. The warship was on hand against
  unlikely contingencies. Well, in this case kzin paranoia had paid off.
  The pilot made an instrument landing into a cradle. Ryan spied more such
  units, three of them holding shuttles. The field on which they stood,
  though paved, must often be treacherous because of drifted dust. Secunda
  had no unfrozen water to cleanse its air; and the air was a chill wisp.
  Most of the universe is barren. Hawaii seemed infinitely far away.
  A gang tube snaked from a ziggurat-like terminal building. Airlocks linked.
  An armed kzin entered and saluted. Hraou-Captain gestured at the humans and
  snarled an imperative before he went out. Markham unharnessed. I am to
  fbIlow him," he said. "You go with this guard. Quarters are prepared.
  Behave yourselves and ... I will do my best for you.
  Ryan rose. Two-thirds Earth weight felt good. He collected his and
  Tregennis' bags in his right hand and gave the astronomer his left arm for
  support. Kzinti throughout a cavernous main room stared as the captives
  appeared. They didn't goggle like humans, they watched like cats. Several
  naked tails switched to and fro. An effort had been made to brighten the
  surroundings, a huge mural of some hero in hand-to-hand combat with a
  monster; the blood jetted glaring bright.
  The guard led his charges down corridors which pulsed with the sounds of
  construction. At last he opened a door, waved them through, and closed it
  behind them. They heard a lock click shut.
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  The room held a bed and a disposal unit, meant for kzinti but usable by
  humans; the bed was ample for two, and by dint of balancing and clinging
  you could take care of sanitation. I better help you till you feel better,
  Prof," Ryan offered. "Meanwhile, why don't you lie down? I'll unpack." The
  bags and floor must furnish storage space. Kzinti seldom went in for
  clothes or for carrying personal possessions around.
  They did hate sensory deprivation, still more than humans do. There was no
  screen, but a port showed the spacefield. The terminator storm was dying
  out as the sun rose higher, and the view cleared fitst. Under a pale red
  sky, the naval complex came to an end some distance off. Tawny sand reached
  onward, strewn with boulders. In places, wind had swept clear the fused
  crater floor. It wasn't like lava, more like dark glass. Huge though the
  bowl was, Secundamuch less dense than Earth, but significantly largerhad a
  wide enough horizon that the nearer wall jutted above it in the west, a
  murky palisade.
  Tregennis took Ryan's advice and stretched himself out. The quartermaster
  smiled and came to remove his shoes for him. "Might as well be
  comfortable," Ryan said, "or as nearly as we can without beer."
  "And without knowledge of our fates," the Plateaunian said low. "Worse, the
  fates of our friends."
 "At least they are out of Markham's filthy hands."
  "Kamehameha, please. Watch yourself. We shall have to deal with him. And
  he-I think he too is feeling shocked and lonely. He didn't expect this
  either. His orders were merely to hamper exploration beyond the limits of
  human space. He wants to spare us. Give him the chance."
  "Ha! I'd rather give a shark that kind of chance. It's less murderous."
 'Oh, now, really."
  Ryan thumped fist on wall. "Who do you suppose put that kzin up to
  attacking Bob Saxtorph back in
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 Tiamat? it has to have been Markham, when his earlier efforts failed.
 Nothing else makes sense. And this, mind you, this was when he had no
 particular reason to believe our expedition mattered as far as the kzinti
 were concerned. They hadn't trusted him with any real information. But he
 went ahead anyway and tried to get a man killed to stop us. That shows you
 what value he puts on human life."
  Well, maybe ... maybe he is deranged," Tregennis sighed. "Would you bring
  me a tablet, please? I see a water tap and bowl over there."
  "Sure. Heart, huh? Take it easy. You shouldn't've come along, you know."
  Tregennis smiled. "Medical science has kept me functional far longer than
  I deserve.
  'But fill me with the old familiar Juice, 'Methinks I might recover
  by-and-by!'
  Ryan lifted the white head and brought the bowl, from which a kzin would
  have lapped, carefully close to the lips. "You've got more heart than a lot
  of young bucks I could name," he said.
 Time crept past.
 The door opened. "Hey, food?" Ryan asked.
  Markham confronted them, an armed kzin at his back. He was again pallid and
  stiff of countenance. "Come," he said harshly.
  Rested, Tregennis walked steady-footed beside Ryan. They went through a
  maze of featureless passages with shut doors, coldly lighted, throbbing or
  buzzing. When they encountered other kzinti they felt the carnivore stares
  follow them.
  After a long while they stopped at a larger door. This part of the warren
  looked like officer country, though Ryan couldn't be sure when practically
  everything he saw was altogether foreign to him. The guard let them in and
  followed. .
  The chamber beyond was windowless, its sole ornamentation a screen on which
  a computer projected colored patterns. Kzin-type seats, desk, and elec-
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 tronics suggested an office, but big and mostly empty. In one comer a
 plastic tub had been placed, about three meters square. Within stood some
 apparatus, and a warrior beside, and the drug-dazed telepath huddled at
 his feet.
  The prisoners' attention went to Hraou-Captain and another-lean and
  grizzled by comparison-seated at the desk. "Show respect," Markham
  directed. "You meet Werlith-Commandant. "
 Tregennis bowed, Ryan slopped a soft salute.
  The head honcho spat and rumbled. Markham turned to the men. "Listen,"
  he said. "I have been in ... conference, and am instructed to tell you
  ... Fido has been found."
  Tregennis made a tiny noise of pain. Ryan hunched his shoulders and said,
  "That's what they told you."
  "It is true," Markham insisted. "The boat went to Prima. The
  interrogation aboard Rover led to a suspicion that the escapers might try
  that maneuver. Ya-Nar-K.sshinn-cal1 it Sun Defter, the asteroid tug, it
  was prospecting. The commandant ordered it to Prima, since it could get
  there very fast. By then Fido was trapped on the surface. Fenger and
  Yoshii broadcast a call for help, so Sun Defier located them. just
  lately, Fido has made a new broadcast which the kzinti picked up. You
  will listen to the recording."
  Werlith-Commandant condescended to touch a control. From the desk
  communicator, wavery through a seething of radio interference, Juan
  Yoshii's voice came forth.
 Hello, Bob, Dorcas, Lau-laurinda-Kam, Arthur, . Ulf, if you hear-hello
 from Carita and me. We'll set this to repeat on diflerent bands, hoping
 you'll happen to tune it in somewhere along the line. It's likely
 goodbye."
  "No," said Carita's voice, "it's 'good luck.'To you. Godspeed. "
  "Right," Yoshii agreed. "Before we let you know what the situation is,
  we want to beg you, don't ever
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 blame yourselves. There was absolutely no way to foresee it. And the
 universe is full of much worse Larms we could have bought.
  "However-" UnemOtiOnally, now and then aided by his companion, he described
  things as they were. "We'll hang on till the end, of course," he finished.
 Soon we'll see what we can rig to keep us alive. After the hull collapses
 altogether, we'll flit off in search of bare rock to sit on, if any exists.
 Do not, repeat do not risk yourselves in some crazy rescue attempt. Maybe
 you could figure out a safe way to do it if you had the time and no kzinti
 on your necks. Or maybe you could talk them into doing it. But neither one
 is in the cards, eh? You concentrate on getting the word home."
 "We mean that," Carita said.
  .. Laurinda, I love you," Yoshii said fast. "Farewell, fiLre always well,
  darling. What really hurts is knowing you may not make it back. But if you
  do, you have your life before you. Be happy."
  "We aren't glum." Carita barked a laugh. I might wish Juan weren't quite so
  noble, Laurinda, dear. But it's no big thing either way, is it? Not any
  more. Good luck to all of you."
  The recording ended. Tregennis gazed beyond the room-at this new miracle of
  nature? Ryan stood swallowing tears, his fists knotted.
  "You see what Saxtorph's recklessness has caused," Markham said.
  "Nol" Ryan shouted. "The kzinti could lift them offl But they-tell his
  excellency yonder they're afraid tol"
  "I will not. You must be out of your mind. Besides, Sun Defter cannot land
  on a planet, and carries no auxiliary."
 "A shuttle No. But a boat from the warship.
  "Why? What have Yoshii and Fenger done to merit saving, at hazard to the
  kzinti fbr whom they only want to make trouble? Let them be an object
  lesson,
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 gentlemen. If you have any care whatsoever for the rest of your party, help
 us retrieve them before it is too late."
  "I don't know where they are. Not on P-prima, for sure.
 "rhey must be found."
 "Well, send that damned tug."
  Markham shook his head. "It has better uses. It was about ready to return
  anyway. It will take Secunda orbit and wait for an asteroid that is due in
  shortly." He spoke like a man using irrelevancies to stave off the moment
  when he must utter his real meaning.
 "Okay, the warship."
  "It too has other duties. I've told them about Saxtorph's babbling of
  kamikaze tactics. Hraou-Captain must keep his vessel prepared to blow that
  boat out of the sky if it comes near-until Saxtorph's gang is under arrest,
  or dead. He will detach his auxiliaries to search."
  "Let him," Ryan jeered. "Bob's got this whole system to skulk around in."
 "Tertia is the first place to try."
 "Go ahead. That old fox is good at finding burrows.
  Werlith-Commandant growled. Markham grew paler yet, bowed, turned on Ryan
  and said in a rush: "Don't waste more time. The master wants to resolve
  this business as soon as possible. He wants Saxtorph and company preferably
  alive, dead will do, but disposed of, so we can get on with the business of
  explaining away at Wunderland what happened to Rover. You will cooperate."
 Sweat studded Ryan's face. I Will?"
  "Yes. You shall accompany the search party. Broadcast your message in
  Hawaiian. Persuade them to give themselves up."
 Ryan relieved himself of several obscenities.
 "Be reasonable," Markham almost pleaded. "Mink
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 what has happened with Fido. The rest can only die in worse ways, unless
 you bring them to their senses."
  Ryan shifted his feet wide apart, thrust his head forward, and spat, "No
  surrender."
 Markham took a backward step. "What?"
  "Your mother's motto, ratcat-lover. Have you forgotten? How proud of you
  she's going to be when she hears."
  Markham closed his eyes. His lips moved. He looked forth again and said
  in a string of whiperacks: "You will obey. Werlith-Commandant orders it.
  Look yonder. Do you see what is in the comer? He expected stubbornness."
  Ryan and Tregennis peered. They recognized frame and straps, pincers and
  electrodes; certain items were less identifiable. The telepath slumped
  at the feet of the torturer.
  "Hastily improvised," Markham said, "but the database has a full account
  of human physiology, and I made some suggestions as well. The subject
  will not die under interrogation as often happened in the past. "
  Ryan's chest heaved. "If that thing can read my mind, he knows-"
  Markham sighed. "We had better get to work." He glanced at the kzin
  officers. They both made a gesture. The guard sprang to seize Ryan from
  behind. The Hawaiian yelled and struggled, but that grip was unbreakable
  by a human.
 The torturer advanced. He laid hands on Tregennis.
  "Watch, Ryan," Markham said raggedly. "Let us know when you have had
  enough."
  The torturer half dragged, half marched Tregennis across the room, held
  him against the wall, and, claws out on the free hand, ripped the clothes
  from his scrawniness.
  "That's your idea, Markhaml" Ryan bellowed. "You unspeakable "
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  "Hold fast, Kamehameha, Tregennis called in his thin voice. "Don't
  yield."
 "Art, oh, Art--
  The kzin secured the man to the frame. He picked up the electrodes and
  applied them. Tregennis screamed. Yet he modulated it: "Pain has a
  saturation point, Kamehameha. Hold fast!"
 The business proceeded.
 "You win, you Judas, okay, you win," Ryan wept.
  Tregennis could no longer make words, merely noises.
  Markham inquired of the officers before he told Ryan, "This will continue
  a few minutes more, to drive the lesson home. Given proper care and pre-
  cautions, he should still be alive to accompany the search party. "
  Markham breathed hard. "To make sure of your cooperation, do you hear?
  This is your faultl" he shrieked.
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  "No," Saxtorph had said, I think we'd better stay put for the time
  being."
  Dorcas had looked at him across the shoulder of Laurinda, whom she held
  close, Laurinda who had just heard her man say farewell. The cramped com-
  mand section was full of the girl's struggles not to cry. "If they
  thought to check Prima immediately, they will be at Tertia before long,"
  the captain's wife had stated.
  Saxtorph had nodded. "Yah, sure. But they'll have a lot more trouble
  finding us where we are than if we were in space, even free-falling with
  a cold generator. We could only boost a short ways, you see, else they'd
  acquire our drive-spoor if they've gotten anywhere near. They'd have a
  fiLirly small volume for their radars to sweep."
 "But to sit passivel What use?"
  "I didn't mean that. Thought you knew me better. Got an idea I suspect
  you can improve on."
 Laurinda had lifted her head and sobbed, "Couldn't
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 we ... in-make terms? If we surrender to them ... they rescue Juan and,
 and Carita?"
  " Traid not, honey," Saxtorph had rumbled. Anguish plowed furrows down
  his face. "Once we call I em, they'll have a fix on us, and what's left
  to dicker with? Either we give in real nice or they lob a shell. They'd
  doubtless like to have us for purposes of faking a story, but we aren't
  essential-they hold three as is-and they've written Fido's people off.
  I'm sorry."
  Laurinda had freed herself from the mate's embrace, stood straight,
  swallowed hard. "You must be right," she had said in a voice taking on
  an edge. "What can we do? Thank you, Dorcas, dear, but 1, I'm ready now
  ... for whatever you need."
  "Good lass." The older woman had squeezed her hand before asking the
  captain: "If we don't want to be found, shouldn't we fetch back the relay
  from above?"
  Saxtorph had considered. The same sensitivity which had received,
  reconstructed, and given to the boat a radio whisper from across more
  than two hundred million kilometers, could betray his folk. After a
  moment: "No, leave it. A small object, after all, which we've camouflaged
  pretty well, and its emission blends into the sun's radio background. If
  the kzinti get close enough to detect it, they'll be onto us anyway.
 "You don't imagine we can hide here forever."
  "Certainly not. They can locate us in two-three weeks at most if they
  work hard. However, meanwhile they won't know for sure we are on Tertia.
  They'll spread themselves thin looking elsewhere, too, or they'll worry.
  Never give the enemy a free ride."
  "But you say you have something better in mind than simply distracting
  them for a while."
  " Well, I have a sort of a notion. It's loony as it stands, but maybe you
  can help me refine it. At best, we'll probably get ourselves killed, but
  plain to see,
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 Markham's effort to cut a deal has not worked out, and-we can hope for
 some revenge."
 Laurinda's albino eyes had flared.
 -"Aloha, hoapilina.-"
  Crouched over the communicator, Saxtorph heard the Hawaiian through.
  English followed, the dragging tone of a broken man:
  "Well, that was to show you this is honest, Bob, if you're listening. The
  kzinti don't have a telepath along, because they know they don't need the
  poor creature. They do require me to go on in a language their translator
  can handle. Anyway, I don't suppose you remember much Polynesian.
  "We're orbiting Tertia in a boat from the Prowling Hunter warship. 'We'
  are her crew, plus a couple of marines, plus Arthur Tregennis and myself.
  Markham stayed on Secunda. He's a kzin agent. Maybe you've gotten the
  message from Fido. I'm afraid the game's played out, Bob. I tried to
  resist, but they tortured-not me-poor Art. I soon couldn't take it. He's
  alive, sort of. They give you three hours to call them. That's in case
  you've scrammed to the far ends of the system and may not be tuned in
  right now. You'll've noticed this is a powerful planar'cast. They think
  they're being generous. If they haven't heard in three hours, they'll
  torture Art some more. Please don't let that happen!" Ryan howled through
  the wail that Laurinda tried to stifle. "Please call back!"
  Saxtorph waited a while, but there was nothing further, only the hiss of
  the red sun. He took his finger from the transmission key, which he had
  not pressed, and twisted about to look at his companions. Light streaming
  wanly through the westside port found Dorcas' features frozen. Laurinda's
  writhed; her mouth was stretched out of shape.
  " so, " he said. "Three hours. Dark by then, as it happens. "
  "They hurt him," Laurinda gasped. "That good old man, they took him and
  hurt him."
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  Dorcas peeled lips back from teeth. "Shrewd," she said. "Markham in kzin
  pay? I'm not totally surprised. I don't know how it was arranged, but I'm
  not too surprised. He suggested this, I think. The kzinti probably don't
  understand us that well."
  "We can't let them go on ... with the professor," Laurinda shrilled. "We
  can't, no matter what."
  "He's been like a second father to you, hasn't he?" Dorcas asked almost
  absently. Unspoken: But your young man is down on Prima, and the enemy
  will let him die there.
  "No argument," Saxtorph said. "We won't. We've got a few choices, though.
  Kzinti aren't sadistic. Merciless, but not sadistic the way too many
  humans are, They don't torture for fun, or even spite. They won't if we
  surrender. Or if we die. No point in it then."
  Dorcas grinned in a rather horrible fashion. "The chances are we'll die
  if we do surrender, she re sponded. "Not immediately, I suppose. Not till
  they need our corpses, or till they see no reason to keep us alive.
  Again, quite impersonal."
 I don't feel impersonal," Saxtorph grunted.
  Laurinda lifted her hands. The fingers were crooked like talons. "We made
  other preparations against them. Let's do what we planned."
 Dorcas nodded. "Aye."
  "That makes it unanimous," Saxtorph said. "Go for broke. Now, look at the
  sun. Within three hours, nightfall. The kzinti could land in the dark,
  but if I were their captain I'd wait for morning. He won't be in such a
  hurry he'll care to take the extra risk. Meanwhile we sit cooped for
  20-odd hours losing our nerve. Let's not. Let's begin right away."
 Willingness blazed from the women.
  Saxtorph hauled his bulk from the chair. "Okay, first Dorcas and I suit
  up."
  "Are you sure I can't join you?" Laurinda wellnigh beseeched.
 Saxtorph shook his head. "Sorry. You aren't trained
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 for that kind of thing. And the gravity weights you down still worse than
 it does Dorcas, even if she is a Belter. Besides, we want you to free us
 from having to think about communications. You stay inboard and handle the
 hardest part." He chucked her under the chin. "If we fail, which we well
 may, you'll get your chance to die like a soldier." He stooped, kissed her
 hand, and went out.
  Returning equipped, he said into the transmitter: "Shep here. Spaceboat
  Shep calling kzin vessel. Hello, Kam. Don't blame yourself. They've got
  us. We'll leave this message replaying in case you're on the far side,
  and so you can zero in on us. Because you will have to. Listen, Kam. Tell
  that gonococcus of a captain that we can't lift. We came down on talus
  that slid beneath us and damaged a landing jack. We'd hit the side of the
  canyon where we are-it's narrow-if we tried to take off before the
  hydraulics have been repaired; and Dorcas and I can't finish that job for
  another several Earth-days, the two of us with what tools we've got
  aboard. The ground immediately downslope of us is safe. Or, if your
  captain is worried about his fat ass, he can wait till we're ready to
  come meet him. Please inform us. Give Art our love; and take it yourself,
  Kam."
  The kzin skipper would want a direct machine translation of those words.
  They were calculated not to lash him into fury~-he couldn't be such a
  foolbut to pique his honor. Moreover, the top brass back on Secunda must
  be almighty impatient. Kzinti weren't much good at biding their time.
  Before they closed their fiteeplates at the airlock, Saxtorph kissed his
  wife on the lips.
  -Shadows welled in the coulee and its ravines as the sun sank toward
  rimrock. Interplay of light and dark was shifty behind the boat, where
  rubble now decked the floor. The humans had arranged that by radio
  detonation of two of the blasting sticks Dorcas smuggled along. It looked
  like more debris than it
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 was, made the story of the accident plausible, and guaranteed that the
 kzinti would land in the short stretch between Shep and glacier.
  Man and woman regarded each other. Their spacesuits were behung with
  armament. She had the rifle and snub-nosed automatic, he the machine
  pistol; both carried potentially lethal prospector's gear. Wind skirled.
  The heights glowed under a sky deepening from royal purple to black,
  where early stars quivered forth.
  "Well he said inanely into his throat mike, "we know our stations. Good
  hunting, kid."
  "And to you, hotpants," she answered. "See you on the far side of the
  monobloc."
 "Love you."
  "Love you right back." She whirled and hastened off. Under the conditions
  expected, drive units would have been a bad mistake, and she was hampered
  by a weight she was never bred to. Nonetheless she moved with a hint of
  her wonted gracefulness. Both their suits were first-chop, never mind
  what the cost had added to the mortgage under which Saxtorph Ventures
  labored. Full air and water recycle, telescopic option, power joints even
  in the gloves, selfseal throughout.... She rated no less, he believed,
  and she'd tossed the same remark at him. Thus they had a broad range of
  capabilities.
  He climbed to his chosen niche, on the side of the canyon opposite hers,
  and settled in. It was up a boulderful gulch, plenty of cover, with a
  clear view downward. The ice cliff glimmered. He hoped that what was
  going to happen wouldn't cause damage yonder. That would be a scientific
  atrocity.
  But those beings had had their day. This was humankind's, unless it
  turned out to be kzinkind's. Or somebody else's? Who knew how many
  creatures of what sorts were prowling around the galaxy? Saxtorph
  hunkered into a different position. He missed his pipe. His heart slugged
  harder than it ought and
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 he could smell himself in spite of the purifier. Better do a bit of
 meditation. Nervousness would worsen his chances.
  His watch told him an hour had passed when the kzin boat arrived. The boatl
  Good. They might have kept her safe aloft and dispatched a squad on drive.
  But that would have been slow and tricky; as they descended, the members
  could have been picked off, assuming the humans had firearms-which a kzin
  would assume; they'd have had no backup.
  The sun had trudged farther down, but Shep's nose still sheened above the
  blue dusk in the canyon, and the oncoming craft flared metallic red. He
  knew her type from his war years. Kam, stout kanaka, had passed on more
  information than the kzinti probably realized. A boat belonging to a
  Prowling Hunter normally carried six---captain, pilot, engineer, com-
  puterman, two fire-control officers; they shared various other duties, and
  could swap the main ones in an emergency. They weren't trained for
  groundside combat, but of course any kzin was pretty fair at that. Kam had
  mentioned two marines who did have the training. Then there were the
  humans. No wonder the complement did not include a telepath. He'd have been
  considered superfluous anyway, worth much more at the base. This mission
  was simply to collar three fugitives.
  Sonic thunders rolled, gave way to whirring, and the lean shape neared. It
  put down with a care that Saxtorph admired, came to rest, instantly
  swiveled a gun at the human boat 50 meters up the canyon. Saxtorph's pulse
  leaped. The enemy had landed exactly where he hoped. Not that he'd counted
  on that, or on anything else.
  His earphones received bland translator English; he could imagine the snarl
  behind. "Are you prepared to yield?"
  How steady Laurinda's response was. "We yield on condition that our
  comrades are alive, safe. Bring
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 them to us. " Quite a girl, Saxtorph thought. The kzinti wouldn't wonder
 about her; their females not being sapient, any active intelligence was,
 in their minds, male.
  "Do you dare this insolence? Your landing gear does not seem damaged as
  you claimed. Lift, land we fire. "
  "We have no intention of lifting, supposing we could. Bring us our
  comrades, or come pry us out."
  Saxtorph tautened. No telling how the kzin commander would react. Except
  that he'd not willingly blast Shep on the ground. Concussion, in this
  thick atmosphere, and radiation would endanger his own craft. He might
  decide to produce Art and Kam-
  Hope died. Battle plans never quite work. The main airlock opened; a
  downramp extruded; two kzinti in armor and three in regular spacesuits,
  equipped with rifles and cutting torches, came forth. The smooth computer
  voice said, "You will admit this party. If you resist, you die."
  Laurinda kept silence. The kzinti started toward her.
 Saxtorph thumbed his detonator.
  In a well-chosen set of places under a bluff above a slope on his side,
  the remaining sticks blew. Dust and flinders heaved aloft. An instant
  later he heard the grumble of explosion and breaking. Under one-
  point-three-five Earth gravities, rocks hurtled, slid, tumbled to the
  bottom and across it.
  He couldn't foresee what would happen next, but had been sure it would
  be fitncy. The kzinti were fitrther along than he preferred. They dodged
  leaping masses, escaped the landslide. But it crashed around their boat.
  She swayed, toppled, fell onto the pile Of stone, which grew until it
  half buried her. The gun pointed helplessly at heaven. Dust swirled about
  before it settled.
  Dorcas was already shooting. She was a crack marksman. A kzin threw up
  his arms and flopped, another,
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 another. The rest scattered. They hadn't thought to bring drive units. If
 they had, she could have bagged them all as they rose. Saxtorph bounded out
 and downslope, over the boulders. His machine pistol had less range than her
 rifle. It chattered in his hands. He zigzagged, bent low, squandering ammo,
 while she kept the opposition prone.
  Out of nowhere, a marine grabbed him by the ankle. He fell, rolled over,
  had the kzin on top of him. Fingers clamped on the wrist of the arm holding
  his weapon. The kzin fumbled after a pistol of his own. Saxtorph's free
  hand pulled a crowbar from its sling. He got it behind the kzin's back,
  under the aircycler tank, and pried. Vapor gushed forth. His foe choked,
  went bug-eyed, scrabbled, and slumped. Saxtorph crawled from beneath.
  Dorcas covered his back, disposed of the last bandit, as he pounded toward
  the boat. The outer valve of the airlock gaped wide. Piece of luck, that,
  though he and she could have gotten through both with a certain amount of
  effort. He wedged a rock in place to make sure the survivors wouldn't shut
  it.
  She made her way to him. He helped her scramble across the slide and over
  the curve of hull above, to the chamber. She spent her explosive rifle
  shells breaking down the inner valve. As it sagged, she let him by.
  He stormed in. They had agreed to that, as part of what they had hammered
  out during hour after hour after hour of waiting. He had the more mass and
  muscle; and spraying bullets around in a confined space would likely kill
  their friends.
  An emergency airseal curtain brushed him and closed again. Breathable
  atmosphere leaked past it, a white smoke, but slowly. The last kzinti
  attacked. They didn't want ricochets either. Two had claws out-one set
  dripped red-and the third carried a power drill, whirling to pierce his
  suit and the flesh behind.
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  Saxtorph went for him first. His geologist's hammer knocked the drill
  aside. From the left, his knife stabbed into the throat, and slashed.
  Clad as he was, what followed became butchery. He split a skull and
  opened a belly. Blood, brains, guts were everywhere. Two kzinti struggled
  and ululated in agony. Dorcas came into the tumult. Safely point-blank,
  her pistol administered mercy shots.
  Saxtorph leaned against a bulkhead. He began to shake.
  Dimly, he was aware of Kam Ryan stumbling forth. He opened his faceplate
  xygen inboard would stay adequate for maybe half an hour, though God, the
  stink of death!-and heard:
  "I don't believe, I can't believe, but you did it, you're here, you've
  won, only first a ratcat, must've lost his temper, he ripped Art, Art's
  dead, well, he was hurting so, a release, I scuttled aft, but Art's dead,
  don't let Laurinda see, clean up first, please, I'll do it, we can take
  time to bury him, can't we, this is where his dreams were " The man
  knelt, embraced Dorcas' legs regardless of the chill on them, and wept.
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  They left Tregennis at the foot of the glacier, making a cairn for him
  where the ancients were entombed. "That seems very right," Laurinda
  whispered. "I hope the scientists who come in the future will-give him a
  proper grave-but leave him here. "
  Saxtorph made no remark about the odds against any such expedition. It
  would scarcely happen unless his people got home to tell the tale.
  The funeral was hasty. When they hadn't heard from their boat for a while,
  which would be a rather short while, the kzinti would send another, if not
  two or three. Humans had better be well out of the neighborhood before
  then.
  Saxtorph boosted Shep inward from Tertia. "We can get some screening in the
  vicinity of the sun, especially if we've got it between us and Secunda," be
  explained. "Radiation out of that clinker is no particular hazard, except
  heat; we'll steer safely wide and not linger too long." Shedding unwanted
  heat
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 was always a problem in space. The best array of thermistors gave only
 limited help.
  "Also,-!' he began to add. "No, never mind. A vague notion. Something you
  mentioned, Kam. But let it wait till we've quizzed you dry."
  That in turn waited upon simple, dazed sitting, followed by sleep,
  followed by gradual regaining of strength and alertness. You don't bounce
  straight back from tension, terror, rage, and grief
  The sun swelled in view. Its flares were small and dim compared to Sol's,
  but their flame-flickers became visible to the naked eye, around the
  roiled ember disc. After he heard what Ryan knew about the asteroid tug,
  Saxtorph whistled. "Christl" he murmured. "Imagine swinging that close.
  Damn near half the sky a boiling red glow, and you hear the steam roar
  in its conduits and you fly in a haze of it, and nevertheless I'll bet
  the cabin is a furnace you can barely endure, and if the least thing goes
  wrongYah, kzinti have courage, you must give them that. Markham's
  right-what you quoted, Kam-they'd make great partners for humans. Though
  he doesn't understand that we'll have to civilize them first."
  Excitement grew in him as he learned more and his thoughts developed. But
  it was with a grim countenance that he presided over the meeting he
  called.
  "TWO men, two women, an unarmed interplanetary boat, and the nearest help
  light-years off," he said. "After what we've done, the enemy must be
  scouring the system for us. I daresay the warship's staying on guard at
  Secunda, but if I know kzin psychology, all her auxiliaries are now out
  on the hunt, and won't quit till we're either captured or dead."
  Dorcas nodded. "We dealt them what was worse than a hurt, a humiliation,"
  she confirmed. "Honor calls for vengeance."
 Laurinda clenched her fists. "It does," she hissed.
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 Ryan glanced at her in surprise; he hadn't expected that from her.
  "Well, they do have losses to mourn, like us," Dorcas said. "As fiery as
  they are by nature, they'll press the chase in hopes of dealing with us
  personally. However, they know our foodstocks are limited." Little had been
  taken from the naval lockers. It was unpalatable, and stowage space was
  almost Bed already. "If we're still missing after some months, they can
  reckon us dead. Contrary to Bob, I suppose they'll return to base before
  then."
  "Not necessarily," Ryan replied. "It gives them something to do. That's the
  question every military command has to answer, how to keep the troops busy
  between combat operations." For the first time since that hour on Secunda,
  he grinned. "The traditional human solutions have been either (a) a lot of
  drill or (b) a lot of paperwork; but you can't force much of either on
  kzinti.-
  "Back to business," Saxtorph snapped. "I've been trying to reason like, uh,
  Werlith-Commandant. What does he expect? I think he sees us choosing one of
  three courses. First, we might stay on the run, hoping against hope that
  there will be a human follow-up expedition and we can warn it in time. But
  he's got Markham to help him prevent that. Second, we might turn ourselves
  in, hoping against hope our lives will be spared. Third, we might attempt
  a suicide dash, hoping against hope we'll die doing him a little harm. The
  warship will be on the lookout for that, and in spite of certain brave
  words earlier, I honestly don't give us a tax collector's chance at
  Paradise of getting through the kind of barrage she can throw.
 "Can anybody think of any more possibilities?"
  "No," sighed Dorcas. "Of course, they aren't mutually exclusive. Forget
  surrender. But we can stay on the run till we're close to starvation and
  then try to strike a blow."
 Laurinda's eyes closed. Juan, her lips formed.
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 "We can try a lot sooner," Saxtorph declared.
 Breaths went sibilant in between teeth. .
  "What Kam's told us has given me an idea that I'll bet has not occurred
  to any kzin," the captain went on. "I'll grant you it's hairy-brained.
  It may very well get us killed. But it gives us the single possibility
  I see of getting killed while accomplishing something real. And we might,
  we just barely might do better than that. You see, it involves a way to
  sneak close to Secunda, undetected, unsuspected. After that, we'll decide
  what, if anything, we can do. I have a notion there as well, but first
  we need hard information. If things look impossible, we can probably flit
  off for outer space, the kzinti never the wiser." A certain vibrancy came
  into his voice. "But time crammed inside this hull is scarcely lifetime,
  is it? I'd rather go out fighting. A short life but a merry one."
  His tone dropped. "Granted, the whole scheme depends on parameters being
  right. But if we're careful, we shouldn't lose much by investigating. At
  worst, we'll be disappointed."
  "You do like to lay a long-winded foundation, Bob," Ryan said.
  "And you like to mix metaphors, Kam," Dorcas responded.
  Saxtorph laughed. Laurinda looked from face to face, bemused.
  "Okay," Saxtorph said. "Our basic objective is to recapture Rover,
  agreed? Without her, we're nothing but a bunch of maroons, and the most
  we can do is take a few kzinti along when we die. With her-ah, no need
  to spell it out.
  "She's on Secunda's moon, Kam heard. The kdnti know full well we'd like
  to get her back. I doubt they keep a live guard aboard against the remote
  contingency. They've trouble enough as is with personnel growing bored
  and quarrelsome. But they'll've planted detectors, which will sound a
  radio alarm if anybody comes near. Then the warship can land an armed
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 party or, if necessary, throw a nuke. The warship also has the duty of
 protecting the planetside base. if I were in charge--and I'm pretty sure
 What's-hisscreech-Captain thinks the same-I'd keep her in orbit about
 halfway between planet and moon. Wide field for radars, optics, every kind
 of gadget; quick access to either body. Kam heard as how that space is
 cluttered with industrial stuff and junk, but she'll follow a reasonably
 clear path and keep ready to dodge or deflect whatever may be on a
 collision course.
  "Now. The kzinti mine the asteroid belt for metals, mainly iron. They do
  that by shifting the bodies into eccentric orbits osculating Secunda's,
  then wangling them into planetary orbit at the far end. Kam heard as how
  an asteroid is about due in, and the tug was taking station to meet it
  and nudge it into place. To my mind, 'asteroid' implies a fair-sized
  object, not just a rock.
  "But the tug was prospecting, Kam heard, when she was ordered to Prima.
  Afterward she didn't go back to prospecting, because the time before
  she'd be needed at Secunda had gotten too short to make that worthwhile.
  However, since she was in fact called from the sun, my guess is that the
  asteroid's not in need of attention right away. In other words, the tug's
  waiting.
  "Again, if I were in charge, I wouldn't keep a crew idle aboard. I'd just
  leave her in Secunda orbit till she's wanted. That needs to be a safe
  orbit, though, and inner space isn't for an empty vessel. So the tug's
  circling wide around the planet, or maybe the moon. Unless she sits on
  the moon, too."
  "She isn't able to land anywhere," Ryan reminded. "Those cooling fins,
  if nothing else. I suppose the kzinti put Rover down, on the
  planet-fitcing side, the easier to keep an eye on her. She's a lure for
  us, after all. "
 Saxtorph nodded. "Thanks," he said. "Given that
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 the asteroid was diverted from close-in solar orbit, and is approaching
 Secunda, we can make a pretty good estimate of where it is and what the
 vectors are. How'bout it, Laurinda?
  "The kzinti are expecting the asteroid. Their instruments will
  register it. They'll say, 'Ah, yes,' and go on about their business,
  which includes hunting for us-and never suppose that we've glided to
  it and are trailing along behind."
 Dorcas let out a war-whoop.
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  The thing was still molten. That much mass would remain so for a long
  while in space, unless the kzinti had ways to speed its cooling.
  Doubtless they did. Instead of venting enormous quantities of water to
  maintain herself near the sun, the tug could spray them forth. "What a
  show!" Saxtorph had said. "Pity we'll miss it."
  The asteroid glowed ruddy, streaked with slag, like a lesser sun
  trundling between planets. Its diameter was ample to conceal Shep.
  Secunda gleamed ahead, a perceptible tawny disc. From time to time the
  humans had ventured to slip their boat past her shield for a quick
  instrumental peek. They knew approximately the rounds which VengeM
  Slasher and Sun Defier paced. Soon the tug must come to make rendezvous
  and steer the iron into its destination path. Gigantic though her
  strength was, she could shift millions of tonnes, moving at kilometers
  per second, only slowly. Before this began, the raiders must raid.
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  Saxtorph made a final despairing effort: "Damn it to chaos, darling, I
  can't let you go. I can't."
  "Hush," Dorcas said low, and laid her hand across his mouth. They floated
  weightless in semi-darkness, the bunk which they shared curtained off.
  Their shipmates had, unspokenly, gone forward from the cubbyhole where
  everyone slept by turns, to leave them alone.
  "One of us has to go, one stay," she whispered redundantly, but into his
  ear. "Nobody else would have a prayer of conning the tug, and Kam and
  IAurinda could scarcely bring Rover home, which is the object of the game.
  So you and I have to divide the labor, and for this part I'm better
  qualified."
  "Brains, not brawn, huh?" he growled half resentfully.
  "Well, I did work on translation during the war. I can read kzin a little,
  which is what's going to count. Put down your machismo." She drew him close
  and fluttered eyelids against his. "As for brawn, fellow, you do have
  qualifications I lack, and this may be our last chance ... for a spell."
 "Oh, love you, you-"
  Thus their dispute was resolved. They had been through it more than once.
  Afterward there wasn't time to continue it. Dorcas had to prepare herself.
  Spacesuited, loaded like a Christmas tree with equipment, she couldn't
  properly embrace her husband at the airlock. She settled for an awkward
  kiss and a wave at the others, then closed her faceplate and cycled
  through.
  Outside, she streaked Off, around the asteroid. Its warmth beat briefly at
  her. She left the lump behind and deployed her diriscope, got a fix on the
  planet ahead, compared the reading with the computed coordinates that
  gleamed on a databoard, worked the calculator strapped to her left wrist,
  made certain of what the displays on her drive unit meters said-
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 right forearm-and set the thrust controls for maximum. Acceleration
 tugged. She was on her way.
  It would be a long haul. You couldn't eat distance in a spacesuit at
  anything like the rate you could in a boat. Its motor lacked the
  capacity~-not to speak of the protections and cushionings possible within
  a hull. In fact, a large part of her load was energy boxes. To accomplish
  her mission in time, she must needs drain them beyond rechargeability,
  discard and replace them. That hurt; they could have been ferried down
  to Prima for the saving of Carita and Juan. Now too few would be left,
  back aboard Shep. But under present conditions rescue would be mean-
  ingless anyway.
  She settled down for the hours. Her insignificant size and radiation
  meant she would scarcely show on kzin detectors. Occasionally she sipped
  from the water tube or pushed a foodbar through the chow1ock. Her suit
  took care of additional needs. As for comfort, she had the stars, Milky
  Way, nebulae, sister galaxies, glory upon glory.
  Often she rechecked her bearings and adjusted her vectors. Eventually,
  decelerating, she activated a miniature radar such as asteroid miners
  employ and got a lock on her objective. By then Secunda had swollen
  larger in her eyes than Luna over Earth. From her angle of view it was
  a scarred dun crescent against a circle of darkness faintly rimmed with
  light diffused through dusty air. The moon, where Rover lay, was not
  visible to her.
  Saxtorph's guess had been right. Well, it was an informed guess. The
  warship orbited the planet at about 100,000 klicks. The supertug circled
  beyond the moon, twice as far out. She registered dark and cool on what
  instruments Dorcas carried; nobody aboard. Terminating deceleration, the
  woman approached.
  What a sight! A vast, brilliant spheroid with flanges like convulsed
  meridians; drive units projecting within
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 a shielding sheath; no ports, but receptors from which visuals were
 transmitted inboard; recesses for instruments; circular hatches which must
 cover steam vents; larger doors to receive crushed ice- How did you get
 in? Dorcas flitted in search. She could do it almost as smoothly as if she
 were flying a manwing through atmosphere.
  There-an unmistakable airlock- She was prepared to cut her way in, but
  when she had identified the controls, the valves opened and shut for her.
  Who worries about burglars in space? To the kzinti, Rover was the bait
  that might draw humans.
  The interior was dark. Diffiision of her flashbeam, as well as a gauge
  on her left knee, showed full pressure was maintained. Hers wasn't quite
  identical; she equalized before shoving back her faceplate. The air was
  cold and smelled musty. Pumps muttered.
  Afloat in weightlessness, she began her exploration. She'd never been in
  a kzin ship before. But she had studied descriptions; and the laws of
  nature are the same everywhere, and man and kzin aren't terribly
  unlike-they can actually eat each other; and she could decipher most
  labels; so she could piecemeal trace things out, figure how they worked,
  even in a vessel as unusual as this.
  She denied herself haste. If the crew arrived before she was done, she'd
  try ambushing them. There was no point in this job unless it was done
  right. As need arose she ate, rested, napped, adrift amidst machinery.
  Once she began to get a solid idea of the layout, she stripped it.
  Supplies, motors, black boxes, whatever she didn't think she would
  require, she unpacked, unbolted, torched loose, and carried outside.
  There the grapnel field, the same force that hauled on cosmic stones,
  low-power now, clasped them behind the hull.
  Alone though she was, the ransacking didn't actually take long. She was
  efficient. A hundred hours sufficed for everything.
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  "Very well," she said at last; and she took a pill and accepted ten hours
  of REM sleep, dreams which had been deferred. Awake again, refreshed, she
  nourished herself sparingly, exercised, scribbled a cross in the air and
  murmured, "Into Your hands-" for unlike her husband, she believed the
  universe was more than an accident.
  Next came the really tricky part. Of course Bob had wanted to handle it
  himself. Poor dear, he must be in absolute torment, knowing everything
  that could go wrong. She was luckier, Dorcas thought. too busy to be
  afraid.
  Shep's flickering radar peeks had gotten fair-tomiddling readings on an
  object that must be the kzin warship. Its orbit was only approximately
  known, and subject both to perturbation and deliberate change. Dorcas
  needed exact knowledge. She must operate indicators and computers of
  nonhuman workmanship so delicately that Hraou-Captain had no idea he was
  under surveillance. Thereafter she must guess what her best tactics might
  be, calculate the maneuvers, and follow through.
  When the results were in: "Here goes," she said into the hollowness
  around. "For you, Arthur-" and thought briefly that if the astronomer
  could have roused in his grave on Tertia, he would have reproved her, in
  his gentle fashion, for being melodramatic.
 Sun Defter plunged.
  Unburdened by tonnes of water, she made nothing of ten g's, 20, 30, you
  name it. Her kzin crew must often have used the polarizer to keep from
  being crushed, as Dorcas did. "Hai-ai-ai!" she screamed, and rode her
  comet past the moon, amidst the stars, to battle.
  She never knew whether the beings aboard the warship saw her coming.
  Things happened so fast. If the kzinti did become aware of what was
  bearing down on them, they had scant time to react. Their
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 computers surely told them that Sun Defter was no threat, would pass close
 by but not collide. Some malfunction? The kzinti would not gladly
 annihilate their iron gatherer.
  When the precalculated instant flashed onto a screen before her, Dorcas
  punched for a sidewise thrust as great as the hull could survive. It
  shuddered and groaned around her. An instant later, the program that she
  had written cut off the grapnel field.
  Those masses she had painstakingly lugged outside -they now had
  interception vectors, and at a distance too small for evasion. Sun Defter
  passed within 50 kilometers while objects sleeted through Vengeful
  Slasher.
  The warship burst. Armor peeled back, white-hot, from holes punched by
  monstrous velocity. Missiles floated out of shattered bays. Briefly, a
  frost-cloud betokened air rushing forth into vacuum. The wreck tumbled
  among fragments of itself. Starlight glinted off the ruins. Doubtless
  crew remained alive in this or that sealed compartment; but Vengeful
  Slasher wasn't going anywhere out of orbit, ever again.
  Sun Defier swooped past Secunda. Dorcas commenced braking operations, for
  eventual rendezvous with her fellow humans.
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  The moon was a waste of rock, low hills, boulderfields, empty plains,
  here and there a crater not quite eroded away. Darkling in this light,
  under Sol it would have been brighter than Luna, powdered with yellow
  which at the bottoms of slopes had collected to form streaks or blotches.
  The sun threw long shadows from the West.
  Against them, Rover shone like a beacon. Saxtorph cheered. As expected,
  the kzinti had left her on the hemisphere that always faced Secunda. The
  location was, however, not central but close to the north pole and the
  western edge. He wondered why. He'd spotted many locations that looked
  as good or better, when you had to bring down undamaged a vessel not
  really meant to land on anything this size.
  He couldn't afford the time to worry about it. By now the warboats had
  surely learned of the disaster to their mother ship and were headed back
  at top boost. Kzinti might or might not suspect what the cause had been
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 they would know when Rover took off-in fact, would probably know when he
 reached the ship. Their shuttles, designed for strictly orbital work, were
 no threat. Their gunboats were. If Rover didn't get to hyperspacing
 distance before those overtook her, she and her crew would be ganz kaput.
  Saxtorph passed low overhead, ascended, and played back the pictures his
  scanners had taken in passing. As large as she was, the ship had no
  landing jacks. She lay sidelong on her lateral docking grapples. That
  stressed her, but not too badly in a gravity less than Luna's. To
  compound the trickiness of descent, she had been placed just under a
  particularly high and steep hill. He could only set down on the opposite
  side. Beyond the narrow strip of flat ground on which she lay, a blotch
  extended several meters across the valley floor. Otherwise that floor was
  strewn with rocks and somewhat downward sloping toward the hill. Maybe
  the kzinti had chosen this site precisely because it was a bitch for him
  to settle on.
  "I can do it, though," Saxtorph decided. He pointed at the screen. "See,
  a reasonably clear area about 500 meters off."
  Laurinda nodded. With the boat falling free again, the white hair rippled
  around her delicate features.
  Saxtorph applied retrothrust. For thrumming minutes he backed toward his
  goal. Sweat studded his face and darkened his tunic under the arms. Smell
  like a billy goat, I do, he thought fleetingly. When we come home, I'm
  going to spend a week in a Japanese hot bath. Dorcas can bring me sushi.
  She prefers showers, cold. -He gave himself entirely back to his work.
  Contact shivered. The deck tilted. Saxtorph adjusted the jacks to level
  Shep. When he cut the engine, silence fell like a thunderclap.
  He drew a long breath, unharnessed, and rose. I can suit up faster if you
  help me," he told the Crashlander.
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  "of course," she replied. "Not that I have much experience.
  Never mind modesty. It had been impossible to maintain without occasional
  failures, by four people crammed inside this little hull. Laurinda had
  blushed all over, charmingly, when she happened to emerge from the shower
  cubicle as Saxtorph and Ryan came by. The quartermaster had only a pair of
  shorts on, which didn't hide the gallant reflex. Yet nobody ever did or
  said anything improper, and the girl overcame her shyness. Now a part of
  Saxtorph enjoyed the touch of her spidery fingers, but most of him stayed
  focused on the business at hand.
  "Forgive me for repeating what you've heard a dozen times," he said. "You
  are new to this kind of situation, and could forget the necessity of
  abiding by orders. Your job is to bring this boat back to Dorcas and Kam.
  That's it. Nothing else whatsoever. When I tell you to, you throw the main
  switch, and the program we've put in the autopilot will take over. I'd've
  automated that bit also, except rigging it would've taken time we can ill
  afford, and anyway, we do want some flexibility, some judgment in the
  control loop." Sternly: "If anything goes wrong for me, or you think
  anything has, whether or not I've called in, you go. Thethree of you must
  have Shep. The tug's fast but clumsy, impossible to make planetfall with,
  and only barely provisioned. Your duty is to Shep. Understood?"
  "Yes," she said mutedly, her gaze on the task she was doing. "Besides, we
  have to have the boat to rescue Juan and Carita."
  A sigh wrenched from Saxtorph. I told you-" After Dorcas' flight, too few
  energy boxes remained to lift either of them into orbit. Shep could hover
  on her drive at low altitude while they flitted up, but she wasn't built
  for planetary rescue work, the thrusters weren't heavily enough shielded
  externally, at such a boost their radiation would be lethal.
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  Neither meek nor defiant, Laurinda replied, -I know. But after we've taken
  Rover to the right distance, why can't she wait, ready to flee, till the
  boat comes back from Prima?"
 "Because the boat never would."
 "The kzinti can land safely."
  "More or less safely. They don't like to, remember. Sure, I can tell you
  how they do it. Obvious. They put detachable footpads on their jacks. The
  stickum may or may not be able to grab hold of, say, fluorosilicone, but if
  it does, it'll take a while to eat its way through. When the boat's ready
  to leave, she sheds those footpads."
  "Of course. I've been racking my brain to comprehend why we can't do the
  same for Shep."
  The pain in her voice and in himself brought anger into his. "God damn it,
  we're spacers, not sorcerersl Groundsiders think a spacecraft is a hunk of
  metal you can cobble anything onto, like a car. She isn't. She's about as
  complex and interconnected as your body is. A few milligrams of blood clot
  or of the wrong chemical will bring your body to a permanent halt. A
  spacecraft's equally vulnerable. I am not going to tinker with ours,
  light-years from any proper workshop. I am not. That's final!"
  Her face bent downward from his. He heard her breath quiver.
  I'm sorry, dear," he added, softly once more. "I'm sorrier than you
  believe, maybe sorrier than you can imagine. Those are my crewfolk down and
  doomed. oh, if we had time to plan and experiment and carefully test, sure,
  I'd try it. What should the footpads be made of? What size? How closely ma-
  chined? How detached---explosive bolts, maybe? We'd have to wire those
  and-Laurinda, we won't have the time. If I lift Rover off within the next
  hour or two, we can pick up Dorcas and Kam, boost, and fly dark. If we're
  lucky, the kzin warboats won't detect us. But our margin is razor thin. We
  don't have the
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 days or weeks your idea needs. Fido's people don't either; their own time
 has gotten short. I'm sorry, dear. "
  She looked up. He saw tears in the ruby eyes, down the snowy cheeks. But
  she spoke still more quietly than he, with the briefest of little smiles.
  "No harm in asking, was there? I understand. You've told me what I was
  trying to deny I knew. You are a good man, Robert. "
  "Aw," he mumbled, and reached to rumple her hair.
  The suiting completed, he took her hands between his gloves for a moment,
  secured a toolpack between his shoulders where the drive unit usually was,
  and cycled out.
  The land gloomed silent around him. Nearing the horizon, the red sun looked
  bigger than it was. So did the planet, low to the southeast, waxing close
  to half phase. He could make out a dust storm as a deeper-brown blot on the
  fulvous crescent. Away from either luminous body, stars were visible-and
  yonder brilliancy must be Quarta. How joyously they bad sailed past it.
  Saxtorph started for his ship, in long low-gravity bounds. He didn't want
  to fly. The kzinti might have planted a boobytrap, such as an automatic gun
  that would lock on, track, and fire if you didn't radio the password.
  Afoot, he was less of a target.
  The ground lightened as he advanced, for the yellow dust lay thicker. No,
  he saw, it was not actually dust in the sense of small solid particles, but
  more like spatters or films of liquid. Evidently it didn't cling to things,
  like that horrible stuff on Prima. A ghostly rain from space, it would slip
  from higher to lower places; in the course of gigayears, even cosmic rays
  would give some slight stirring to help it along downhill. It might be
  fairly deep near the ship, where its surface was like a blot. He'd better
  ap-
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 proach with care. Maybe it would prove necessary to fetch a drive unit and
 flit across.
  Saxtorph's feet went out from under him. He fell slowly, landed on his
  butt. With an oath he started to get up. His soles wouldn't grip. His
  hands skidded on slickness. He sprawled over onto his back. And he was
  gliding down the slope of the valley floor, gliding down toward the
  amber-colored blot.
  He flailed, kicked up dust, but couldn't stop. The damned ground had no
  friction, none. He passed a boulder and managed to throw an arm around.
  For an instant he was checked, then it rolled and began to descend with
  him.
  "Laurinda, I have a problem," he managed to say into his radio. "Sit
  tight. Watch close. If this turns out to be serious, obey your orders."
  He reached the blot. It gave way. He sank into its depths.
  He had hoped it was a layer of just a few centimeters, but it closed over
  his head and still he sank. A pit where the stuff had collected from the
  heightsmaybe the kzinti, taking due care, had dumped some extra in,
  gathered across a wide area-yes, this was very likely their boobytrap,
  and if they had ghosts, Hraou-Captain's must be yowling laughter. Odd how
  that name came back to him as he tumbled.
  Bottom. He lay in blindness, fighting to curb his breath and heartbeat.
  How far down? Three meters, four? Enough to bury him fbr the next several
  billion years, unless- "Hello, Shep. Uurinda, do you read me? Do you read
  me?"
  His earphones hummed. The wavelength he was using should have expanded
  its front from the top of the pit, but the material around him must be
  screening it. Silence outside his suit was as thick as the blackness.
  Let's see if he could climb out. The side wasn't vertical. The stuff
  resisted his movements less than water would. He felt arms and legs
  scrabble to no
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 avail. He could feel irregularities in the stone but he could not get a
 purchase on any. Well, could he swim? He tried. No. He couldn't rise off
 the bottom. Too high a mean density compared to the medium; and it didn't
 allow him even as much traction as water, it yielded to every motion, he
 might as well have tried to swim in air.
  If he'd brought his drive unit, maybe it could have lifted him out. He
  wasn't sure. It was for use in space. This fluid might clog it or ooze
  into circuitry that there had never been any reason to seal tight.
  Irrelevant anyway, when he'd left it behind.
  "My boy," he said, "it looks like you've had the course.
  That was a mistake. The sound seemed to flap around in the cage of his
  helmet. If he was trapped, he shouldn't dwell on it. That way lay
  screaming panic.
  He forced himself to lie quiet and think. How long till Laurinda took
  off? By rights, she should have already. If he did escape the pit, he'd
  be alone on the moon. Naturally, he'd try to get at Rover in some
  different fashion, such as coming around on the hillside. But meanwhile
  Dorcas would return in Shep, doubtless with the other two. She was
  incapable of cutting and running, off into ftitility. Chances were,
  though, that by the time she got here a kzin auxiliary or two would have
  arrived. The odds against her would be long indeed.
  So if Saxtorph found a way to return topside and repossess Rover--soon-he
  wouldn't likely find his wife at the asteroid. And he couldn't very well
  turn back and try to make contact, because of those warboats and because
  of his overriding obligation to carry the warning home. He'd have to corm
  the ship all by himself, leaving Dorcas behind for the kzinti.
  The thought was strangling. Tears stung. That was a relief, in the
  nullity everywhere around. Something he could feel, and taste the salt
  of on his lips.
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 Was the tomb blackness thickening? No, couldn't be. How long had he lain
 buried? He brought his timepiece to his faceplate, but the hell-stuff
 blocked off luminosity. The blood in his ears hammered against a wall of
 stillness. Had a whine begun to modulate the rasping of his breath? Was
 he going crazy? Sensory deprivation did bring on illusions, weirdnesses,
 but he wouldn't have expected it this soon.
  He made himself remember-sunlight, stars, Dorcas, a sail above blue
  water, fellowship among men, Dorcas, the tang of a cold beer, Dorcas,
  their plans fbr children-they'd banked gametes against the day they'd be
  ready for domesticity but maybe a little too old and battered in the DNA
  for direct begetting to be advisable
  Contact ripped him out of his dreams. He reached wildly and felt his
  gloves close on a solid object. They slid along it, along humanlike
  lineaments, a spacesuit, no, couldn't bel
  Laurinda. slithered across him till she brought faceplate to faceplate.
  Through the black he recognized the voice that conduction carried:
  "Robert, thank God, I'd begun to be afraid I'd never find you, are you
  all right?"
  "What the, the devil are you doing here?" he gasped.
  Laughter crackled. "Fetching you. Yes, mutiny. Court-martial me later."
  Soberness followed: I have a cable around my waist, with the end free for
  you. Feel around till you find it. There's a lump at the end, a knot I
  made beforehand and covered with solder so the buckyballs can't get in
  and make it work loose. You can use that to make a hitch that will hold
  for yourself, can't you? Then I'll need your help. I have two geologist's
  hammers with me. Secured them by cords so they can't be lost. Wrapped
  tape around the handles in thick bands, to give a grip in spite of no
  friction. Used the pick ends to chip notches in the rock, and
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 hauled myself along. But I'm exhausted now, and it's an uphill pull, even
 though gravity is weak. Take the hammers. Drag me along behind you. You
 have the strength. "
  "The strength--oh, my God, you talk about my strength?" he cried.
  -The cable was actually heavy-gauge wire from the electrical parts
  locker, lengths of it spliced together till they reached. The far end was
  fitstened around a great boulder beyond the treacherous part of the
  slope. Slipperiness had helped as well as hindered the ascent, but when
  he reached safety, Saxtorph allowed himself to collapse for a short
  spell.
  He returned to lAurindds earnest tones: "I can't tell you how sorry I am.
  I should have guessed. But it didn't occur to me--such quantities
  gathered together like this-I simply thought 'nebular dust,' without
  stopping to estimate what substance would become dominant over many
  billions of years-"
  He sat straight to look at her. In the level red light, her face was
  palely rosy, her eyes afire. "Why, how could you have foreseen, lass?"
  he answered. "I'd hate to tell you how often something in space has taken
  me by surprise, and that was in fitmiliar parts. You did realize what the
  problem was, and figured out a solution. We needn't worry about your
  breaking orders. If you'd fitiled, you'd have been insubordinate; but you
  succeeded, so by definition you showed initiative."
  "Thank you." Eagerness blazed. "And listen, I've had another idea-"
  He lifted a palm. "Whoal Look, in a couple of minutes we'd better hike
  back to Shep, you take your station again, I get a drive unit and fly
  across to Rover. But first will you please, please tell me what the mess
  was that I got myself into?"
  "Buckyballs," she said. "Or, formally, buckminsterfallerene. I didn't
  think the pitful of that you'd slid down into could be very deep or the
  bottom very
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 large. Its walls would surely slope inward. It's really just a ... pothole,
 though surely the formation process was different, possibly it's a small
 astroblem- " She giggled. "My, the academic in me is really taking over, isn
 I t it? Well, essentially, the material is frictionless. It will puddle in
 any hole, no matter how tiny, and it has just enough cohesion that a number
 of such puddles close together will form a film over the entire surface. But
 that film is only a few molecules thick, and you can't walk on it or
 anything. In this slight gravity, though--and the metalpoor rock is
 friable-I could strike the sharp end of a hammerhead in with a single blow
 to act as a kind of ... piton, is that the word?"
  "Okay. Splendid. Dorcas had better look to her standing as the most
  formidable woman in known space. Now tell me what the-the hell buckyballs
  are.
  " They're produced in the vicinity of supernovae. Carbon atoms link
  together and form a faceted spherical molecule around a single metal atom.
  Sixty carbons around one lanthanum is common, galactically speaking, but
  there are other forms, too. And with the molecule closed in on itself the
  way it is, it acts in the aggregate like a fluid. In fact, it's virtually
  a perfect lubricant, and if we didn't have things easier to use you'd see
  synthetic buckyballs on sale everywhere." A vision rose in those ruby eyes.
  "It's thought they may have a basic role in the origin of life on
  planets---7
  " Damn near did the opposite number today," Saxtorph said. "But you saved
  my ass, and the rest of me as well. I don't suppose I can ever repay you.
  11
  She got to her knees before him and seized his hands. "You can, Robert. You
  can fetch me back my man.
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  Ponderously, Rover closed velocities with the iron asteroid. She couldn't
  quite match, because it was under boost, but thus far the acceleration
  was low.
  Ominously aglow, the molten mass dwarfed the spacecraft that toiled
  meters ahead of it; yet Sun Defter, harnessed by her own forcefield, was
  a plowhorse dragging it bit by bit from its former path; and the dwarf
  sun was at work, and Secunda's gravity was beginning to have a real
  effect....
  Arrived a little before the ship, the boat drifted at some distance, a
  needle in a haystack of stars. Laurinda was stiff aboard. The tug had no
  place to receive Shep, nor had the girl the skill to cross safely by
  herself in a spacesuit even though relative speeds were small. The
  autopilot kept her accompanying the others.
  In Rovees command center, Saxtorph asked the image of Dorcas, more
  shakily than he had expected to, "How are you? How's everything?"
 She was haggard with weariness, but triumph rang:
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 "Kam's got our gear packed to transfer over to you, and I-I've worked the
 bugs out of the program. Compatibility with kzin hardware was a stumbling
 block, but-Well, it's been operating smoothly for the past several hours,
 and I've no reason to doubt it will continue doing what it's supposed to."
  He whistled. "Hey, quite a feat, lady! I really didn't think it would be
  possible, at least in the time available, when I put you up to trying it.
  What're you going to do next-square the circle, invent the perpetual motion
  machine, reform the tax laws, or what?"
  Her voice grew steely. I was motivated." She regarded his face in her own
  screen. "How are you? Laurinda said something about your running into
  danger on the moon. Were you hurt?"
  " Only in my pride. She can tell you all about it later. Right now we're in
  a hurry.." Saxtorph became intent. "Listen, there's been a change of plan.
  You and Kam both flit over to Shep. But don't you bring her in; lay her
  alongside. Kam can help Laurinda aboard Rover before he moves your stuff.
  I'd like you to join me in a job around Shep. Simple thing and shouldn't
  take but a couple hours, given the two of us working together. Though I'll
  bet even money you'll have a useful suggestion or three. Then you can line
  out for deep space."
  She sat a moment silent, her expression bleakened, before she said, "You're
  taking the boat to Prima while the rest of us ferry Rover away."
 :'You catch on quick, sweetheart."
 'To rescue Juan and Carita."
  "what else? Laurinda's hatched a scheme I think could do the trick.
  Naturally, we'll agree in advance where you'll wait, and Shep will come
  join you there. If we don't dawdle, the odds are pretty good that the
  kzinti won't locate you first and force you to go hyperspatial. "
 "What about them locating you?"
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  "Why should they expect anybody to go to Prima? They'll buzz around
  Secunda like angry hornets. They may well be engaged for a while in
  evacuating survivors from the warship; I suspect the shuttles aren't
  terribly efficient at that sort of thing. Afterward they'll have to work
  out a search doctrine, when Rover can have skitted in any old direction.
  And sometime along about then, they should have their minds taken off us.
  The kzinti will notice a nice big surprise bound their way, about which
  it is then too late to do anything whatsoever."
 "But you- How plausible is this idea of yours?"
  "Plausible enough. Look, don't sit like that. Get cracking. I'll explain
  when we meet."
 "I can take Shep. I'm as good a pilot as you are."
  Saxtorph shook his head. "Sorry, no. One of us has to be in charge of
  Rover, of course. I hereby pull rank and appoint you. I am the captain."
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  The asteroid concealed the ship's initial boost from any possible observers
  around Secunda. She applied her mightiest vector to give southward motion,
  out of the ecliptic plane; but the thrust had an extra component, randomly
  chosen, to baffle hunter analysts who would fain reduce the volume of space
  wherein she might reasonably be sought. That volume would grow fast, become
  literally astronomical, as she flew free, generator cold, batteries main-
  taining life support on a minimum energy level. Having thus cometed for a
  time, she could with fair safety apply power again to bring herself to her
  destination.
  Saxtorpb let her make ample distance before he accelerated Shep, also using
  the iron to conceal his start. However, he ran at top drive the whole way.
  It wasn't likely that a detector would pick his little craft up. As he told
  Dorcas, the kzinti wouldn't suppose a human would make for Prima. It hurt
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 few of them had mastered the art of putting oneself in the head of an
 enemy.
  Mainly, though, Carita and Juan didn't have much time left them.
  Ever circling, the planets had changed configuration since Rover arrived.
  The navigation system allowed for that, but could do nothing to shorten
  a run of 30-odd hours. Saxtorph tried to compose his soul in peace. He
  played a lot of solitaire after he found he was losing most of the
  computer games, and smoked a lot of pipes. Books and shows were poor
  distraction, but music helped him relax and enjoy his memories. Whatever
  happened next, he'd have had a better life than 90 percent of his
  species-99 percent if you counted in everybody who lived and died before
  humankind went spacefaring.
  Prima swelled in his view, sallow and faceless. The recorded broadcast
  came through clear from the night side, over and over. Saxtorph got his
  fix. Fido wasn't too far from the lethal dawn. He established a threehour
  orbit and put a curt message of his own on the player. It ended with
  "Acknowledge."
  Time passed. Heaviness grew within him. Were they dead? He rounded
  dayside and came back across darkness.
  The voice leaped at him: "Bob, is that you? Juan here. We'd abandoned
  hope, we were asleep. Standing by now. Bob, is that you? Juan her&--:'
  joy surged. "Who else but me?" Saxtorph said. "How're you doing, you
  two?"
  "Hanging on. Living in our spacesuits this past-I don't know how long.
  The boat's a rotted, crumbling shell. But we're hanging on."
 "Good. Your drive units in working orderF'
  "Yes. But we haven't the lift to get onto a trajectory which you can
  match long enough for us to come aboard." Unspoken: It would be easy in
  atmosphere, or in free space, given a pilot like you. But what a vessel
  can do above an airless planet, at
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 suborbital speed, without coming to grief, is sharply limited.
  "That's all right," Saxtorph said, as long as you can go outside, sit in a
  lock chamber or on top of the wreck, and keep watch, without danger of
  slipping off into the muck. You can?. . . Okay, prepare yourselves. I'll
  land in view of you and open the main
 personnel lock."                    Ir
  "Hadn't we better all find an area free of the material?"
  "I'm not sure any exists big enough and flat enough for me. Anyhow, looking
  for one would take more time than we can afford. No, I'm coming straight
  down."
  Carita cut in. She sounded wrung out. Saxtorph suspected her physical
  strength was what had preserved both. He imagined her manhandling pieces of
  metal and plastic, often wrenched from the weakened structure, to improvise
  braces, platforms, whatever would give some added hours of refuge. "Bob, is
  this wise?" she asked. "Do you know what you're getting into? The molecule
  might bind you fast immediately, even if you avoid shining light on it. The
  decay here is going quicker all the while. I think the molecule is ...
  learning. Don't risk your life."
  "Don't you give your captain orders," Saxtorph replied. "I'll be down in,
  m-m, about an hour. Then get to me as fast as you prudently can. Every
  minute we spend on the surface does add to the danger. But I've put bandits
  on the jacks."
 "What?"
  "Footpads," he laughed childishly. "Okay, no more conversation till we're
  back in space. I've got my reconnoitering to do."
  Starlight was brilliant but didn't illuminate an unknown terrain very well.
  His landing field would be minute and hemmed in. For help he had optical
  amplifiers, radar, data-analysis programs which projected visuals as well
  as numbers. He had his skill.
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 Fear shunted from his mind, he became one with the boat.
  Location ... identification ... positioning; you don't float around in
  airlessness the way you can in atmosphere ... site picked, much closer
  to Fido than he liked but he could manage . . . coordinates established
  ... down, down, nurse her down to touchdown ....
  It was as soft a landing as he had ever achieved. it needed to be.
  For a pulsebeat he stared across the hollow at the other boat. She was
  a ghastly sight indeed, a halfhull pocked, ragged, riddled, the pale
  devourer well up the side of what was left. Good thing he was insured;
  though multi-billionaire Stefan Brozik would be grateful, and presumably
  human governments-
  Saxtorph grinned at his own inanity and hastened to go operate the
  airlock. Or was it stupid to think about money at an hour like this? To
  hell with heroics. He and Dorcas had their living to make.
  Descent with the outer valve already open would have given him an
  imbalance: slight, but he had plenty else to contend with. He cracked it
  now without stopping to evacuate the chamber. Time was more precious than
  a few cubic meters of air. A light flashed green. His crewfolk were in.
  He closed the valve at once. A measure of pressure equalization was
  required before he admitted them into the hull proper. He did so the
  instant it was possible. A wind gusted by. His ears popped. Juan and
  Carita stumbled through. Frost formed on their spacesuits.
  He hand-signalled: Grab hold. We're boosting right away.
 He could be gentle about that, as well as quick.
  Or need he have hastened? Afterward he inspected things at length and
  found Laurinda~s idea had worked as well as could have been hoped, or
  maybe a little better.
 Buckyballs scooped from that sink on the moon.
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 (An open container at the end of a line; he could throw it far in the low
 gravity.) Bags fashioned out of thick plastic, heat-sealed together,
 filled with buckyballs, placed around the bottom of each landing jack,
 superglued fast at the necks. That was all.
  The molecule had only eaten through one of them while Shep stood on
  Prima. Perhaps the other jacks rested on sections where most of the
  chemical bonds were saturated, less readily catalyzed. It didn't matter,
  except scientifically, because after the single bag gave way, the
  wonderful stuff had done its job. A layer of it was beneath the metal,
  a heap of it around. The devourer could not quickly incorporate atoms so
  strongly interlinked. As it did, more flowed in to fill the gaps. Shep
  could have stayed for hours.
  But she had no call to. Lifting, the tension abruptly off him, Saxtorph
  exploded into tuneless song. It wasn't a hymn or anthem, though it was
  traditionaL "The Bastard King of England." Somehow it felt right.
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 Rover drove though hyperspace, homeward bound. Man and wife sat together
 in their cabin, easing off. They were flesh, they would need days to get
 back the strength they had spent. The ship throbbed and whispered. A
 screen gave views of Hawaii, heights, greennesses, incredible colors on
 the sea. Beethoven's Fifth lilted in the background. He had a mug of beer,
 she a glass of white wine.
  "Honeymoon cruise, 11 she said with a wry smile. "Laurinda and Juan.
  Carita and Kam."
 "You and me, for that matter," he replied drowsily.
  "But when will we get any proper work done? The interior is a mess."
  "Oh, we've time aplenty before we reach port. And if we aren't quite
  holystoned-perfect, who's going to care?"
  "Yes, we'll be the sensation of the day." She grew somber. "How many will
  remember Arthur Tregennis?"
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 ... a Moses. He brought us to a scientific Promised Land, and ... I think
 there'll be more explorations into the far deeps from now on."
  "Yes. Markham's out of the way." Dorcas sighed. "His poor family."
  The tug, rushing off too fast for recovery after it released the asteroid
  to hurtle toward Secunda-if all went as planned, straight at the base
  Horror, a scramble to flee, desperate courage, and then the apparition
  in heaven, the flaming trail, Thor's hammer smites, the cloud of
  destruction engulfs everything and rises on high and spreads to darken
  the planet, nothing remains but a doubled crater plated with iron. It was
  unlikely that any kzinti who escaped would still be alive when their next
  starship came.
 At the end, did Markham cry for his mother?
  "And of course humans will be alerted to the situation," Saxtorph
  observed superfluously.
  It was, in fact, unlikely that there would be more kzin ships to the red
  sun. Nothing was left for them, and they would get no chance to rebuild.
  Earth would have sent an armed fleet for a look-around. Maybe it would
  come soon enough to save what beings were left.
 Dorcas frowned. "What will they do about it?"
  11,why, uh, rebuild our navies. Defense has been grossly neglected."
  " Well, we can hope for that much. We're certainly doing a service,
  bringing in the news that the kzinti have the hyperdrive." Dorcas shook
  her head. "But everybody knew they would, sooner or later. And this whole
  episode, it's no casus belli. No law forbade them to establish themselves
  in an unclaimed system. We should be legally safe, ourselves-self-
  defense--but the peace groups will say the kzinti were only being
  defensive, after Earth's planet grab following the war, and in fact this
  crew provoked
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 them into overreacting, There may be talk of reparations due the pathetic
 put-upon kzinti."
  "Yah, you're probably right. I share your faith in the infinite capacity
  of our species for wishful thinking." Saxtorph shrugged. "But we also
  have a capacity for muddling through. And you and 1, sweetheart, have
  some mighty good years ahead of us. Lefs talk about what to do with
  them."
  Her mood eased. She snuggled close. The ship fared onward.
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  A hunter's wind blew down off the Mooncatcher Mountains and across the
  Rungn Valley. Night filled with the sounds of it, rustling forest, remote
  animal cries, and with odors of soil, growth, beast. The wish that it
  roused, to be yonder, to stalk and pounce and slay and devour, grew in
  Weoch-Captain until he trembled. The fur stood up on him. Claws slid out of
  their sheaths; fingers bent into the same saber curves. He had long been
  deprived.
  Nonetheless he walked steadily onward from the guard point. When
  Ress-Chiuu, High Admiral of Kzin, summoned, one came. That was not in
  servility but in hope, fatal though laggardness would be. Something great
  was surely afoot. it might even prove warlike.
  Eastward stretched rangeland, wan beneath the stars. Westward, ahead, the
  woods loomed darkling, the game preserve part of Ress-Chiuu's vast domain.
  Far and high beyond glimmered snowpeaks. The chill that the wind also bore
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 lust in Weoch-Captain. Reason fought its way back. He reached the
 Admiral's lair with the turmoil no more than a drumbeat in his blood.
  The castle remembered axes, arrows, and spears. Later generations had
  made their changes and additions but kept it true to itself, a stony mass
  baring battlements at heaven. After an electronic gate identified and
  admitted him, the portal through which he passed was a tunnel wherein he
  moved blind. Primitive instincts whispered, "Beware!" He ignored them.
  Guided by echoes and subtle tactile sensations, his pace never slackened.
  Ress-Chiuu always tested a visitor, one way or another.
  Was it a harder test that waited in the courtyard? No kzin received
  Weoch-Captain. Instead hulked a kdatlyno slave. It made the clumsy
  gesture that was as close as the species could come to a prostration.
  However, then it turned and lumbered toward the main keep. Obviously he
  was expected to follow.
  Rage blazed in him. Almost, he attacked. He choked emotion down and
  stalked after his guide, though lips remained pulled off fangs.
  Echoes whispered. Corridors and rooms lay deserted. Night or no,
  personnel should have been in evidence. What did it portend? Alertness
  heightened, wariness, combat readiness.
  A door slid aside. The kdatlyno groveled again and departed.
  Weoch-Captain went in. The door closed behind him.
  The room was polished granite, austerely furnished. A window stood open
  to the wind. Ress-Chiuu reclined on a slashtooth skin draped over a
  couch. Weoch-Captain came to attention and presented himself. "At ease,"
  the High Admiral said. "You may sit, stand, or pace as you wish. I expect
  you will, from time to time, pace."
  Weoch-Captain decided to stay on his feet for the nonce.
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 alize that I have offered you no insult. You were met by a slave because,
 at least for the present, extreme confidentiality is necessary.
 Furthermore, I require not only a Hero--they are many-but one who pos-
 sesses an unusual measure of self-control and forethoughtfulness. I had
 reason to believe you do. You have shown I was right. Praise and honor be
 yours."
  The accolade calmed Weoch-Captain's pride. It also focused his mind the
  more sharply. (Doubtless that was intended, said a part of his mind with
  a wryness rare in kzinti.) His ears rose and unfolded. "I have delegated
  my current duties and am instantly available for the High Admiral's
  orders," he reported.
  Shadows dappled fur as the blocky head nodded approval. "We go straight
  to the spoor, then. You know of Werlith-Commandant's mission on the op-
  posite side of human-hegemony space." It was not a question. "III
  tidings: lately a human crew stumbled upon the base that was under
  construction there. They came to investigate the sun, which appears to
  be unique in several ways."
  Monkey curiosity, thought Weoch-Captain. He was slightly too young to
  have fbught in the war, but he had spent his life hearing about it,
  studying it, dreaming of the next one. His knowledge included terms of
  scorn evolved among kzinti who had learned random things about the planet
  where the enemy originated.
  Ress-Chiuu's level words smote him: "Worse, much worse. Incredibly, they
  seem to have destroyed the installations. Certain is that they inflicted
  heavy casualties, disabled our spacecraft, and went home nearly
  unscathed. You perceive what this means. They conveyed the information
  that we have developed the hyperdrive ourselves. All chance of springing
  a surprise is gone." Sarcasm harshened the voice. "No doubt the
  Patriarchy will soon receive 'representations' from Earth about this
  'unfbrtunate incident.' "
  Over the hyperwave, said Weoch-Captain's mind bleakly. Those few black
  boxes that the peace treaty
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 provided for, left among us, engineered to self-destruct at the least
 tampering.
  Well did he know. Such an explosion had killed a brother of his.
  Understanding leaped. If the humans had not yet communicated
  officially~'May I ask how the Patriarchs learned?"
  "We have our means. I will consider what to tell you." Ress-Chiuu's calm
  was giving way ever so little. His tail lashed his thighs, a pink whip.
  "We must find out exactly what happened. Or, if nothing else, we must
  establish what the situation is, whether anything of our base remains,
  what the Earth Navy is doing there. Survivors should be rescued. If this
  is impossible, perhaps they can be eliminated by rays or missiles before
  they fall into human grasp."
 "Heroes-"
  "Would never betray our secrets. Yes, yes. But can you catalogue every
  trick those creatures may possess?" Ress-Chiuu lifted head and shoulders.
  His eyes locked with Weoch-Captain's. "You will command our ship to that
  sun."
 Disaster or no, eagerness flamed. "Sire!"
  11 Slow, slow," the older kzin growled. "We require an officer
  intelligent as well as bold, capable of agreeing that the destiny of the
  race transcends his own, and indeed, to put it bluntly~" he paused-"one
  who is not afraid to cut and run, should the alternative be valiant
  failure. Are you prepared for this?"
  Weoch-Captain relaxed from his battle crouch and, inwardly, tautened
  further. "The High Admiral has bestowed a trust on me," he said. "I
  accept."
 "It is well. Come, sit. This will be a long night."
  They talked, and ransacked databases, and ran tentative plans through the
  computers, until dawn whitened the east. Finally, almost jovially,
  Ress-Chiuu asked, "Are you exhausted?"
  "On the contrary, sire, I think I have never been more fightworthy."
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  "You need to work that off and get some rest. Besides, you have earned a
  pleasure. You may go into my forest and make a bare-handed kill."
  When Weoch-Captain came back out at noontide, jaws still dripping red, he
  felt tranquil, happy, and, once he had slept, ready to conquer a cosmos.
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  The sun was an hour down and lights had come aglow along streets, but at
  this time of these years Alpha Centauri B was still aloft. Low in the
  west, like thousands of evening stars melted into one, it cast shadows
  the length of Karl-Jorge Avenue and set the steel steeple of St.
  Joachim's ashimmer against an eastern sky purpling into dusk. Vehicles
  and pedestrians alike were sparse, the city's pulsebeat quieted to a
  murmur through mild summer air---day's work ended, night's pleasures just
  getting started. Munchen had changed more in the past decade or two than
  most places on Wunderland. Commercial and cultural as well as political
  center, it was bound to draw an undue share of outworlders and their
  influence. Yet it still lived largely by the rhythms of the planet.
  Robert Saxtorph doubted that that would continue through his lifetime.
  Let him enjoy it while it lasted. Traditions gave more color to existence
  than did any succession of flashy fashions.
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  He honored one by tipping his cap to the Liberation Memorial as he
  crossed the Silberplatz. Though the sculpture wasn't old and the events
  had taken place scarcely a generation ago, they stood in history with
  Marathon and Yorktown. Leaving the square, he sauntered up the street
  past a variety of shop windows. His destination, Harold's Terran Bar, had
  a certain venerability, too. And he was bound there to meet a beautiful
  woman with something mysterious to tell him. Another tradition, of sorts?
  At the entrance, he paused. His grin going sour, he well-nigh said to
  hell with it and turned around. Tyra Nordbo should not have made him
  promise to keep this secret even from his wife, before she set the
  rendezvous. Nor should she have picked Harold's. He hadn't cared to
  patronize it since visit before last. Now the very sign that floated
  luminous before the brown brick wall had been expurgated. A World On Its
  Own remained below the name, but hunwns only was gone. Mustn't offend
  potential customers or, God forbid, local idealists.
  In Saxtorph's book, courtesy was due everyone who hadn't forfeited the
  right. However, under the kzinti occupation that motto had been a tiny
  gesture of defiance. Since the war, no sophont that could pay was denied
  admittance. But onward with the bulldozer of blandness.
  He shrugged. Having come this far, let him proceed. Time enough to leave
  if la Nordbo turned out to be a celebrity hunter or a vibrobrain. The
  fact was that she had spoken calmly, and about money. Besides, he'd
  enjoyed watching her image. He went on in. Nowadays the door opened for
  anybody.
  As always, a large black man occupied the vestibule, wearing white coat
  and bow tie. What had once made some sense had now become mere costume.
  His eyes widened at the sight of the newcomer, as big as him, with the
  craggy features and thinning reddish hair. "Why, Captain Saxtorphl" he
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 exclaimed in fluent English. "Welcome, sir. No, for you, no entry fee."
  They had never met. "I'm on private business," Saxtorph warned.
  I understand, sir. If somebody bothers you, give me the high sign and I'll
  take care of them." Maybe the doorman could, overawing by sheer size if
  nothing else, or maybe his toughness was another part of the show. It
  wasn't a quality much in demand any more.
  "Thanks." Saxtorph slipped him a tip and passed through a beaded curtain
  which might complicate signaling for the promised help, into the main room.
  It was dimly lit and little smoke hung about. Customers thus fitr were few,
  and most in the rear room gambling. Nevertheless a fellow at an obsolete
  model of musicomp was playing something ancient. Saxtorph went around the
  deserted sunken dance floor to the bar, chose a stool, and ordered draft
  Solborg from a live servitor.
  He had swallowed a single mouthful of the half liter when he heard, at his
  left, "What, no akvavit with, and you a Dane?" The voice was husky and
  female; the words, English, bore a lilting accent and a hint of laughter.
  He turned his head and was startled. The phone at his hotel had shown him
  this fitce, strong-boned, blunt-nosed, flaxen hair in a pageboy cut. That
  she was tall, easily 180 centimeters, gave no surprise; she was a
  Wunderlander. But she lacked the ordinary low-gravity lankiness. Robust and
  full-bosomed, she looked and moved as if she had grown up on Earth, nearly
  two-thirds again as heavy as here. That meant rigorous training and
  vigorous sports throughout her life. And the changeable sea-blue of her
  slacksuit matched her eyes....
  "American, really. My family moved from Denmark when I was small. And I'd
  better keep a clear head, right?" His tongue was speaking for him. An-
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 gry at himself, he took control back. "How do you do." He offered his hand.
 Her clasp was firm, cool, brief At least she wasn't playing sultry or
 exotic. "Uh, care for a drink?"
  I have one yonder. Please to follow." She must have arrived early and
  waited for him. He picked up his beer and accompanied her to a
  privacy-screened table. Murky though the comer was, he could make out fine
  lines at the corners of her eyes and lips; and that fair skin had known
  much weather. She wasn't quite young, then. Ute thirties, Earth calendar,
  he guessed.
  They settled down. Her glass held white wine. She had barely sipped of it.
  "Thank you for that you came, she said. I realize this is peculiar."
  Well, shucks, he resisted admitting, I may be seven or eight years older
  than you and solidly married, but any wench this sightly rates a chance to
  make sense. "It is an odd place to meet," he countered.
 She smiled. "I thought it would be appropriate."
 He declined the joke. "Over-appropriate."
 "Ja, saa?" The blond brows lifted. "How so?"
  I never did like staginess," he blurted. His hand waved around. I knew this
  joint when it was a raffish den full of memories from the occupation and
  the tag-end of wartime afterward. But each time I called at Wunderland and
  dropped in, it'd become more of a tourist trap."
  "Well, those old memories are romantic; and, yes, some of mine live here,
  too," she murmured. Turning straightforward again: "But it has an
  advantage, exactly because of what it now is. Few of its patrons will have
  heard about you. They are, as you say, mostly tourists. News like your
  deeds at that distant star is sensational but it takes a while to cross
  interstellar space and hit hard in public awareness on planets where the
  societies are different from yours or mine. Here, at this hour of the day,
  you have a
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 good chance of not being recognized and pestered. Also, because people here
 often make assignations, it is the custom to ignore other couples."
  Saxtorph felt his cheeks heat up. What the devil! The schoolboy he had once
  been lay long and deeply buried. Or so he'd supposed. It would be a ghost
  he could well do without. "Is that why you didn't want my wife along?" he
  asked roughly.
  She nodded. "You two together are especially conspicuous, no? I found that
  yesterday evening she would be away, and thought you would not. Then I
  tried calling you."
  He couldn't repress a chuckle. "Yah, you guessed right. Poor Dorcas, she
  had no escape from addressing a meeting of the Weibliche Astroverein." He'd
  looked forward to several peaceful hours alone. But when the phone showed
  this face, he'd accepted the call, which he probably would not have done
  otherwise. "After she got back, I took her down to the bar for a stiff
  drink. " But he'd kept his promise not to mention the conversation. Half
  ashamed, he harshened his tone. "Why'd you do no more than talk me into a,
  uh, an appointment?" He hadn't liked telling Dorcas that he meant to go for
  a walk, might stop in at some pub, and if he found company he enjoyedmale,
  she'd taken for granted-would maybe return late. But he'd done it. "Could
  you not have gone directly to the point? The line wasn't tapped, was it?"
  "I did not expect so," Tyra answered. "Yet it was possible. Perhaps a
  government official who is snoopish. You have legal and diplomatic
  complications left over, from what happened at the dwarf star."
 Don't I know it, Saxtorph sighed to himself.
  "There could even be undiscovered kzinti agents like Markham, trying for
  extra information that will help them or their masters," she continued.
  "You are marked, Captain. And in a way, that I am also."
  "Why the secrecy?" he persisted. "Understand, I am not interested in
  anything illegal."
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  "This is not." She laid hold of her glass. Fingers grew white-nailed. on
  its stem, and trembled the least bit. "It is, well, extraordinary.
  Perhaps dangerous.
  "Then my wife and crew have got to know before we decide."
  "Of course. First I ask you. If you say no, that is an end of the matter
  for you, and I must try elsewhere. I will have small hope. But if you
  agree, and your shipmates do, best that we hold secret. Otherwise certain
  parties-they will not want this mission, or they will want it carried out
  in a way that gives my cause no help. We present them a fait accompli.
  Do you see?"
  Likewise tense, he gulped at his beer. "Uh, mind if I smoke?"
  "Do." The edges of her mouth dimpled. "That pipe of yours has become
  famous like you."
  "Or infamous." He fumbled briar, pouch, and lighter out of their pockets.
  Anxious to slack things off. "The vice is disapproved of again on Earth,
  did you know? As if cancer and emphysema and the rest still existed. I
  think puritanism runs in cycles. One periodicity for tobacco, one for
  alcohol, one for-Ah, hell, I'm babbling."
  "I believe men smoke much on Wunderland because it is a symbol," she
  said. "From the occupation era. Kzinti do not smoke. They dislike the
  smell and seldom allowed it in their presence. I grew up used to it on
  men." She laughed. "See, I can babble, too." Lifting her glass: "Skaal."
  He touched his mug to it, repeating the word before remembering, in
  surprise: "Wait, you people generally say, Trosit,' don't you?"
  "They were mostly Scandinavians who settled in Skogarna," Tyra explained.
  "We have our own dialect. Some call it a patois."
  "Really? I'd hardly imagine that was possible in this day and age."
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  "We were always rather isolated, there in the North. Under the occupation,
  more than ever. Kzinti, or the collaborationist government, monitored all
  traffic and communications. Few people had wide contacts, and those were
  very guarded. They drew into their neighborhoods. Keeping language and
  customs alive, that was one way they reminded themselves that humans were
  not everywhere and forever slaves of the ratcats. " Speaking, Tyra had let
  somberness come upon her. "This isolation is a root of the story I must
  tell you."
  Saxtorph wanted irrationally much to lighten her mood. "Well, shall we get
  to it? You'd like to charter the Rover, you said, for a fairly short trip.
  But that's all you said, except for not blanching when I gave you a cost
  estimate. Which, by itself, immediately got me mighty interested."
  Her laugh gladdened him. "I'm in luck. is that your American folk-word?
  Exactly when I need a hyperdrive ship, here you come with the only one in
  known space that is privately owned, and you admit you are broke. I confess
  I am puzzled. You took damage on your expedition-" Her voice grew soft and
  serious. "Besides that poor man the kzinti killed. But the harm was not
  else too bad, was it? And surely you have insurance, and I should think
  that super-rich gentleman on We Made It, Brozik, is grateful that you
  brought his daughter back safe."
  Saxtorph tamped his pipe. "Sure. Still, losing a boat is fairly expensive.
  We haven't replaced Fido yet. Plus lesser repairs we needed, plus certain
  new equipment and refitting we decided have become necessary, plus the fact
  that insurance companies have never in history been prompt and in-full
  about anything except collecting their premiums. Brozik's paid us a
  generous bonus on the charter, yes, but we can't expect him to underwrite
  a marginal business like ours. His gratefiilness has reasonable limits. Af-
  ter all, we were saving our own bides as well as
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 Laurinda's, and she had considerable to do with it herself We aren't
 really broke, but we have gone through a big sum, on top of normal
 overhead expenses, and meanwhile haven't had a chance to scare up any
 fresh trade." He set fire to tobacco and rolled smoke across his palate.
 "See, I'm being completely frank with you." As he doubtless would not have
 been, this soon, were she homely or a man.
  Again she nodded, thoughtfully. "Yes, it must be difficult, operating a
  tramp freighter. You compete with government lines for a market that
  is-marginal, you said. When each planetary system contains ample raw
  materials, and it is cheapest to synthesize or recycle almost everything
  else, what actual tonnage goes between the stars?"
  "Damn little, aside from passengers, and we lack talent for catering to
  them." Saxtorph smiled. "Oh, it might be fun to carry nonhumans, but
  outfitting for it would be a huge investment, and then we'd be locked
  into those rounds."
  "You wish to travel freely, widely. Freighting is your way to make it
  possible." Tyra straightened. Her voice rang. "Well, I offer you a voyage
  like none ever before!"
  Caution awoke. He'd hate to think her dishonest. But she might be
  foolish-no, already he could dismiss that idea h might be dl-infbrmed.
  Planetsiders seldom had any notion of the complications in spacefaring.
  Physical requirements and hazards were merely the obvious ones. In
  addition, you had to make your nut, and avoid running afoul of several
  admiralty offices and countless bureaucrats, and keep every hatch
  battened through which the insurers might slither. "That's what we're
  here to talk about,:: Saxtorph said. "Only talk. Any promises come later.
  The high spirits that evidently were normal to her sank back down. They
  must have been struggling against something stark. She raised her glass
  for a drink, gulp rather than swallow, and stared into the
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 wine. "My name means nothing to you, I gather," she began, hardly louder
 than the music. I thought you would know. You have told how you are often in
 this system. "
  "Not that often, and I never paid much attention to your politics. I've got
  a hunch that that's what this is about." Her fingers strained together.
  "Yah. Politics, a disease of our species. Maybe someday they'll develop a
  vaccine against it. Grind politicians up and centrifuge the brains. Tbough
  you'd need an awful lot of politicians per gram of brains."
  A smile spooked momentarily over her lips. "But you must have heard a great
  deal lately. You are now in politics yourself."
  "And working free as fast as we can, which involves declining to get into
  arguments. Look, we came to Alpha Centauri originally because this is where
  the Interworld Space Commission keeps headquarters, with warehouses ffill
  of stuff we'd need for Professor Tregennis' expedition. We returned from
  there to here because Commissioner Markham had revealed himself to be a
  kzinti spy and we figured we should take that news first to the top. It
  plunked us into a monstrous kettle of hullaballoo. Seeing as how we
  couldn't leave before the investigations and depositions and
  what-Godhelpus-not else were finished, we got the work on our ship done
  meanwhile at Tiamat. At last they've reluctantly agreed we didn't break any
  laws except justifiably, and given us leave to go. In between wading
  through that swamp of glue and all the mostly unwanted distractions that
  notoriety brought us, we kept hoping our brokers could arrange a cargo for
  whenever we'd be able to haul out. Understandably, no luck. We were pretty
  much resigned to returning empty to Sol, when youWell, you can see why we
  discouraged anything, even conversation, that might possibly have gotten us
  mired deeper."
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  "Yes." She tensed. "I shall explain. The Nordbos; belonged to the
  Freuchen clan."
 "Hm? You mean you're of the Nineteen Families?"
  'We tmre," she said in a rush, overriding the pain he heard. "Oh, of
  course today the special rights and obligations are mostly gone, the
  titles are mostly honorary, but the honor does remain. After the lib-
  eration, a court stripped his from my father and confiscated everything
  but his personal estate. He was not there to defend himself. The best we
  were able, my brother and I and a handful of loyal friends, was to save
  our mother from being tried for treasonable collaboration. We resigned
  membership in the clan before it could meet to expel her."
  Saxtorph drew hard on his pipe. "You believe your father was innocent?"
  I swear he was!" Her breath went ragged. "At last I have evidence-no, a
  clue A spaceship must go where he went and find the proof. Civilian
  hyperdrive craft are committed to their routes, and their governments
  control them in any case, except for yours. Our navy- My brother is an
  officer. He has made quiet inquiries. He actually got a naval astronomer
  to check that part of the sky, as a personal favor, not saying why.
  Nothing was found. He tells me the Navy would not dispatch a ship on the
  strength of a few notes that are partial at best."
  And that could well have been forged by a person crazy-desperate for
  vindication, Saxtorph thought. She admits the instrumental search drew
  a blank.
  Tyra had won to a steely calm. "Furthermore, thinking about it, I
  realized that if the Navy should go, it would be entirely in hopes of
  discovering something worthwhile. They would not care about the honor of
  Peter Nordbo, who was condemned as a traitor and is most likely long
  dead."
  "But you have your own reputation to rescue," Saxtorph said gently.
 The fair head shook. 'That doesn't matter. Neither
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 ib, my brother, nor I was accused of anything. In fitct, at the
 liberation, he was among those who tried to storm the Ritterhaus where the
 kzinti were holding out, and was wounded. I told you, he has since become
 a naval officer. And I ... helped the underground earlier, in a very small
 way, for I was very young then, and during the street fighting here I
 worked at a first aid station. Ach, the court said how they sympathized
 with us. We must have been one reason why they never formally charged my
 mother. That much justice got we, for she was innocent, too. She could not
 help what happened. But except for those few real friends, only Ib and I
 ever again called on her, at that lonely house on Korsness."
  The musicomp man set his instrument to violin mode with orchestral
  backing and played a tune that Saxtorph recognized. Antique indeed, from
  Earth before spaceflight, sugary sentimental, yet timeless, "Du kannst
  nicht treu sein." You can't be true.
  Tyra's gaze met his. "Yes, certainly we wish to rejoin the Freuchens, not
  as a favor but by birthright. And that would mean restoring us the hold-
  ings, or compensation for them; a modest fortune. But it doesn't matter,
  I say. What does is my father's good name, his honor. He was a wonderful
  man." Her voice deepened. "Or is? He could maybe be alive still,
  somewhere yonder, after all these years. Or if not, we could-maybe avenge
  him."
  The wings of her pageboy bob stirred. He realized that she had laid her
  ears back, like a wolf before a foe, and she was in truth of the old
  stock that conquered this planet for humankind.
  "Easy, there," he said hastily. "Rovers civilian, remember. Unarmed."
  "She should carry weapons. Since you discovered the kzinti have the
  hyperdrive--2'
  "Yah. Agreed. I wanted some armament installed, during this overhaul.
  Permission was denied, flat. Against policy. Bad enough, a hyperdrive
  ship oper-
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 ating as a free enterprise at all. Besides, I was reminded, it's twenty
 years since the kzinti were driven from Alpha Centauri, ten years since
 the war ended, and they've learned their lesson and are good little
 kitties now, and it was nasty of us to smash their base on that planet and
 do in so many of them. If they threatened our lives, why, 'Mightn't we
 have provoked them? In any event, the proper thing for us to have done was
 to file a complaint with the proper authorities--:' Saxtorph broke off.
 "Sorry. I feel kind of strongly about it."
  He avoided describing the new equipment that was aboard. Perfectly
  lawful, stuff for salvage work or prospecting or various other jobs that
  might come Rover~s way. He hoped never to need it for anything else. But
  he and his shipmates had chosen it longsightedly, and made certain
  modifications. just in case. Moreover, a spacecraft by herself carried
  awesome destructive potentialities. The commissioners were right to worry
  about one falling into irresponsible hands. He simply felt that the
  historical record showed governments as being, on the whole, much less
  responsible than humans.
  "Anyway," he said, "under no circumstances would we go looking for a
  fight. I've seen enough combat to last me for several incarnations."
 "But you are serious about goingl" she cried.
  He lifted a palm. "Whoa, please. First describe the situation. Uh, your
  brother's in the Navy, you said, but may I ask what you do?"
  Her tone leveled. I write. When liberation came, I had started to study
  literature at the university here. Afterward I worked some years for a
  news service, but when I had sold a few things of my own, I became a
  free-lance."
  "What do you write? I'm afraid I don't recognize your byline."
  "That is natural. Hyperdrive and hyperwave have not been available so
  long that there goes much
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 exchange of culture between systems, especially when the societies went
 separate ways while ships were limited by light speed. I make different
 things. Books, articles, scripts. Travel stuff; I like to travel, the same
 as you, and this has gotten me to three other stars so far. Other
 nonfiction. Short stories and plays. Two novels. Four books for young
 children."
 I want to read some . . . whatever happens.
 Saxtorph forbore to ask how she proposed to pay him on a writer's income.
 He couldn't afford a wild gamble that she might regain the family lands.
 Let the question wait.
  Pride spoke: "Therefore you see, Captain, Ib and I are independent. My
  aim-his, if I can persuade him-is for our father's honor. Even about
  that, I admit, nothing is guaranteed. But we must try, must we not? We
  might become what the Nordbos used to be. Or we might become far more
  rich, because whatever it is out yonder is undoubtedly something strange
  and mighty. But such things, if they happen, will be incidental."
  Or we might come to grief, maybe permanently, Saxtorph thought.
  Nonetheless he intended to hear her out. "Okay," he said. "Shall we stop
  maneuvering and get down to the bones of the matter?"
  Her look sought past him, beyond this tavern and this night. Her muted
  monotone flowed on beneath the music. I give you the background first,
  for by themselves my father's notes that I have found are meaningless.
  Peter Nordbo was twelve years old, Earth reckoning, when the kzinti
  appeared. He was the only son of the house, by all accounts a bright and
  adventurous boy. Surely the conquest was a still crueler blow to him than
  to most dwellers on Wunderland.
  "But folk were less touched by it, in that far-off northern district,
  than elsewhere. Travel restrictions, growing shortages of machines and
  supplies, everything forced them into themselves, their own re-
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 sources. It became almost a ... manorial system, is that the word? Or
 feudal? Children got instruction from what teachers and computer programs
 there were, and from their parents and from life. My father was a gifted
 pupil, but he was also much for sports, and he roamed the wilderness,
 hunted, took his sailboat out to sea
  "Mainly, from such thinly peopled outlying regions, the kzinti required
  tribute. The Landholders must collect this and arrange that it was
  delivered, but they generally did their best to lighten the burden on the
  tenants, who generally understood. Kzinti seldom visited Gerning, our
  part of Skogarna, and then just to hunt in the forests, so little if any
  open conflict happened. When my father reached an age for higher
  education, the family could send him to Munchen, the university.
  "That was a quiet time also here. The humans who resisted had been hunted
  down, and the will to fight was not yet reborn in the younger generation.
  My father passed his student days peaceffilly, except, I suppose, for the
  usual carousals, and no doubt kzincursing behind closed doors. His study
  was astrophysics. He loved the stars. His dream was to go to space, but
  that was out of the question. Unless as slaves for special kzinti
  purposes, no Wunderlanders went any longer. The only Centaurian humans
  in space were Belters, subjugated like us, and Resistance fighters. And
  we never got real news of the fighters, you know. They were dim,
  half-real, mythic gods and heroes. Or, to the collaborationists and the
  quietists, dangerous enemies.
  "Well. My father was ... twenty-five, I think, Earth calendar ... when
  my grandfather died a widower and Peter Nordbo inherited the Landholder-
  ship of Gerning. Dutiful, he put his scientific career aside and returned
  home to take up the load. Presently he married. They were happy together,
  if not otherwise.
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  "The position grew more and more difficult, you see. First, poverty
  worsened as machinery wore out and could not be replaced. Folk must work
  harder than ever before to stay alive, while the kzinti lessened their
  demands not a bit, which he must enforce. Resentment often went out over
  him. Then later the kzinti established a base in Gerning. It was fairly
  small, mainly a detector station against raids from space, for both the
  Resistance and the Solarians were growing bolder. And it was off in the
  woods, so that personnel could readily go hunting in their loose time. But
  it was there, and it made demands of its own, and now folk met kzinti quite
  commonly, one way or another.
  "That led to humans being killed, some of them horribly. Do you understand
  that my father must put a stop to it? He must deal with the ratcats, make
  agreements, be useful enough that he would have a little influence and be
  granted an occasional favor. Surely he hated it. I was just eight years old
  on your calendar when he left us, but I remember, and from others I have
  heard. He began to drink heavily. He became a bad man to cross, who had
  been so fairminded, and this made him more enemies. He worked off a part of
  the sorrow in physical activity, which might be wildly reckless,
  steeplechasing, hunting tigripards with a spear, sailing or skindiving
  among the skerries. And yet at home he was always kind, always loving-the
  big, handy, strong, sympathetic man, with his songs and jokes and stories,
  who never hurt his children but got much from them because he awaited they
  would give much."
  Saxtorph was smoking too hard; his mouth felt scorched. He soothed it with
  beer. Tyra proceeded:
  "I think he turned a blind eye on whatever underground activities arose in
  Gerning, or that he got wind of elsewhere. He could not risk joining them
  himself. He was all that stood between his folk and the kzinti that could
  devour them. Instead, he must
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 be the subservient servant, and never scream at the devils gnawing in his
 soul.
  "But I believe the worst devil, because half an angel, was the
  relationship that developed between him and Yiao-Captain. This was the
  space operations officer at the defense base in Gerning. Father found he
  could talk to him, bargain, persuade, better than with any other kzin.
  Naturally, then, Yiao-Captain became the one he often saw and . . .
  cultivated. I am not sure what it was about him that pleased
  Yiao-Captain, although I can guess. But Ib remembers hearing Father
  remark to Mother, more than once, that they were no longer quite master
  and slave, those two, or predator and prey, but almost friends.
  "Of course folk noticed. They wondered. 1, small girl at home, was not
  aware of anything wrong, but later I learned of the suspicions that
  Father had changed from reluctant go-between to active collaborationist.
  It was in the testimony against him, after liberation. "
  Tyra fell silent. The long talk had hoarsened her. She drank deep. Still
  she looked at what Saxtorph had never beheld.
  Gone uneasy, he shifted his weight about, minor though it was on this
  planet, and sought his stein. The beer was as cool and strong as her
  handshake had been. He found words. "What do you think that pair had in
  common?" he asked.
  She shook herself and came back to him. "Astrophysics," she answered.
  "Father's abiding interest, you know. It turned into one of his
  consolations. He built himself an observatory. Piece by piece, year by
  year, he improvised equipment." Humor flickered. "Or scrounged it. Is
  that your American word? Scientists under the occupation were as expert
  scroungers as everybody else." Once more gravely: "He spent much time at
  his instruments. When he had gotten that relationship with
  Yiao-Captain-remember,
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 he mostly used it to help his tenants, shield them-he arranged for a link
 to a satellite observatory the kzinti maintained. It had military
 purposes, but those involved deep scanning of the heavens, and Father was
 allowed a little time-sharing. " Her voice went slightly shrill. "Was this
 collaboration?"
  "I wouldn't say so," replied Saxtorph, "but I'm not a fanatic. " Nor was
  I here, enduring the ghastlinesses. I was an officer in the UN Navy,
  which was by no means a bad thing to be during the last war years. We
  managed quite a few jolly times.
  With a renewed steadiness that he sensed was hard-held, Tyra continued:
  "It seems clear to me that Yiao-Captain shared Father's interest in
  astrophysics. As far as a kzin would be able to. They are not really
  capable of disinterested curiosity, are they? But Yiao-Captain could not
  have foreseen any important result. I think he gave his petty help and
  encouragement---easy to do in his position-for the sake of the search
  itself.
  "And Father did make a discovery. It was important enough that
  Yiao-Captain arranged for a ship so he could go take a look. Father went
  along. They were never seen again. That was thirty Earth years ago.
  By sheer coincidence, the musician changed to a different tune, brasses
  and an undertone of drums. Saxtorph knew it also. It too was ancient. The
  hair stood up on his arms. "Ich hat' einen kameraten." I had a comrade.
  The army song of mourning.
  "He did not tell us why," Tyra said. The tears would no longer stay
  captive. "He was forbidden. He could only say he must go, and be gone a
  long time, but would always love us. We can only guess what happened."
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  The air was rank with kzin smell. The whole compound was, but in this
  room Yiao-Captain's excitement made it overwhelming, practically to choke
  on. He half leaned across his desk, claws out, as if it were an animal
  he had slain and was about to rip asunder. Sunlight through a window
  gleamed off eyes and wet fangs. Orange fur and naked tail stiffened
  erect. The sight terrified those human instincts that remembered the
  tiger and the sabertooth. Although Peter Nordbo had met it before and
  knew that no attack impended-probably---he must summon his courage. He
  was big and muscular, Yiao-Captain was short and slender, yet the kzin
  topped the man by fifteen centimeters, with a third again the bulk and
  twice the weight.
  Words hissed, spat, snarled. "ActionI Adventurel Getting away from this
  wretched outpost. Achievement, honor, a full name. Power gained, maybe,
  to end this dragged-on war at last. And afterwardafterward-- The words
  faded off in an exultant growl.

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  When he thought he saw a measure of calm, Nordbo dared say, in
  Wunderlander, I don't quite understand, sir. A very interesting
  astronomical phenomenon, which should be studied intensively. I came to
  request your help in getting me authorization toBut that is all. Isn't it,
  sir?" While he knew the Hero's Tongue, he was not allowed to defile it by
  use, especially since his vocal organs inevitably gave it a grotesque
  accent. When he must communicate with a kzin ignorant of his language, he
  used a translator or, absent that, wrote his replies.
  Yiao-Captain sat down again and indicated that Nordbo could do likewise.
  "No, humans are slow to perceive such possibilities," he said. With
  characteristic rapid mood shift, he went patronizing. "I supposed you
  might. You are bold for a monkey. Well, think as best you can. A mysterious
  source of tremendous energy. Study of the stars deepened knowledge of the
  atom, and thus became a key to the development of nuclear weapons. What now
  have you come upon?"
  Nordbo shook his head. His mouth bent upward ruefully in the bushy brown
  beard that was starting to grizzle, below the hook nose. "Scarcely an un-
  known law of nature in operation, sir. What it may be I'd rather not try to
  guess before we have much more data. It does suggest- No, how could it have
  appeared so suddenly, if it were what has crossed my mind? In any case, not
  every scientific discovery finds military applications. Most don't. I can't
  imagine how this one could, five light-years off."
 "You cannot. We shall see."
  "Well, sir, if I get the kind of support I need for further research-"
  Nordbo stopped. Appalled, he stared at the possibility that his eagerness
  had camouflaged from him. Might this really mean a weapon to turn on his
  folk? No. It must not. Please, God, make it impossible.
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  "You will have better than that," Yiao-Captain purred. "We shall go
  there."
  Have I misheard? Nordbo thought. Even for a kzin, it is crazy. "What?"
  "Yes." Yiao-Captain rose again. His tail switched, his bat's-wing ears
  folded and lay back. He gazed out the window into the sky. "If nothing
  else, maybe that energy source can be transported. Maybe we can fling it
  at the enemy. They may have noticed, too. If they have, they are bound
  to send an expedition sometime. Their peering, prying curiosity- But
  Alpha Centauri is closer to it than Sol by ... three light-years, is that
  a good guess? We shall forestall. I can readily persuade the governor,
  given the information you have brought. And I will be in command."
  Nordbo had risen, too, less out of deference, for he realized that at
  present the kzin wouldn't notice or care, than because he couldn't endure
  being towered over by those devils. It struck him, not for the first
  time, that the reason few households on Wunderland kept cats any longer
  was that their faces were too much like a kzin's. Well, that was far from
  being the only happy thing the conquest had ruined.
 1, 1 wish you would reconsider, sir," he said.
  "Never." The bass voice grew muted. "Our ancestors tamed their planet and
  went to the stars because they had learned that knowledge brings might.
  Shall we dishonor their ghosts?"
  Nordbo moistened his lips. "I mean you personally, sir. We will ... miss
  you. "
  It twisted in him: The damnable part is that that is true. Yiao-Captain
  has never been gratuitously cruel, nor let others be when he had any
  control over them. By his lights, he is kindly. He has helped us directly
  or intervened on our behalf when I showed him the need was dire and there
  would be no loss to his side. He has received me as hospitably as a Hero
  can receive a monkey, and, yes, we have had some fascinating talks, where
  he listened to what I said
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 and thought about it and gave answers that approached being fair. Why, he
 got me to teach him chess, and if he loses he doesn't fly into a murderous
 rage, only curses and goes outside to work it off in hand-tohand combat
 practice. He likes me, after his fashion, and, confess it, I like him in a
 crooked sort of way, and-what will happen to us in Gerning if he leaves us?
  Yiao-Captain turned his head. Something akin to mirth rasped through his
  words. "Lament not. You are coming along."
  Nordbo took a step backward. The horror was too vast for him to grasp
  immediately. He felt as if he were in a cold maelstrom, whirling down and
  down. His hands lifted. "No," he implored. "Oh, no, no."
  Yiao-Captain refrained from slashing him for presuming to contradict a
  kzin. "Assuredly. You will keep total silence about this, of course." Lest
  a rival, rather than an enemy spy, learn, and move to get the coveted task
  himself. "Hr-r, you may return home, tell your household that you are going
  on a lengthy voyage, and pack what you need for your personal use. Then
  report back here for sequestration until we leave. I want your scientific
  skills." Laughter was a human thing, but a gruff noise vibrated. "And how
  can I do without my chess partner?"
  Nordbo sagged against the wall. He seldom wept, never like this.
  "What, you are reluctant?" Yiao-Captain teased. "You care nothing for
  struggle, gjory, or your very curiosity? Take heart. Your time away shall
  be minimal. I am sure all arrangements can be completed within days."
 A kzin's way of challenge is to scream and leap.
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  Tyra wiped furiously at her eyes. "I am, am sorry," she stammered. "I did
  not plan to cry at you."
  No more than a few drops had glistened along those cheekbones. Saxtorph
  half reached to take her hand. No. She might resent that; and after
  snapping once or twice for air, she had regained her balance. Best stay
  prosy. "You think the kzin honcho forced your father to go," he deduced.
  She shrugged, not quite spastically. "Or ordered him. What was the
  difference? He could not tell us anything. If he had, and the kzinti had
  found out-"
  Uh-huh, Saxtorph knew. Children for dinner at the officers' mess. Mother
  to a hunting preserve, unless they didn't reckon she'd make good sport
  and decided on a worse death as a public example. "Ms implies the ratcats
  considered the object important," he said. "Even more does the item that
  it involved an interstellar journey, in those days before hyperdrive and
  with a war under way. It was interstellar, wasn't it?"
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  "Yes. Father spoke of long years. Also, after the war, investigators got
  two or three eyewitness accounts by humans who worked for the kzinti. They
  had only seen requisition orders, that sort of thing, but it did establish
  that Yiao-Captain and a small crew left for some unrevealed destination in
  a vessel of the Swift Hunter class. Hardly anything else was learned. "
  Saxtorph laid his pipe on the ashtaker rack and rubbed his chin. "You're
  right, kzinti don't do science for the sake of pure knowledge, the way hu-
  mans sometimes do. They want it to help them cope with a universe they see
  as fundamentally hostile, or to win them power. In this case, surely, they
  thought of military potential."
  Tyra nodded. "That is clear." She braced herself. "Father had been excited,
  almost happy. He spoke to several people of a marvelous discovery he had
  made from his observatory. I do not remember that, but I was little, and
  maybe I did not happen to be there. Mother was not interested in science
  and did not understand what he talked of, nor recall it afterward well
  enough to be of any use. Likewise for what servants or tenants heard. Ib
  was at school, he says. Everybody agrees that Father said he must see Yiao-
  Captain about having a thorough study made; the kzinti had the powerful
  instruments and computers, of course. He came home from that and-1 have
  told you." She bit her lip. "The accusation later was that he deliberately
  put the kzinti on the trail of something that might have led them to a new
  weapon, and accompanied them to investigate closer, in hopes of wealth and
  favors."
  "Forgive me," Saxtorph said softly, "but I've got to ask this. Could it
  possibly be true?"
  "No! We, his family, knew him. Year by year we had heard as much of his
  pain as he dared utter, and felt the rest. He loved us. Would he
  free-willingly have left us, for years stretching into decades, what-
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 ever the payment? No, he simply never thought in terms of helping the
 kzinti in their war, until they did and it was too late for him. But the
 hysteria immediately after liberation-there had been many real
 collaborators, you know. And there were people who paid off grudges by
 accusing other people, andIt was what I think you call a witch hunt.
  "The fact that Peter Nordbo had cooperated, that was not in itself to be
  held against him. Most Landholders did. Taking to the bush was maybe more
  gallant, but then you could not be a thin, battered shield for your folk.
  just the same, this was part of the reason why the new constitution took
  away the special status of the Nineteen Families. And in retrospect, that
  Peter Nordbo gave knowledge to the kzinti and fiLred off with them, that
  was made to make his earlier cooperation look willing, and like more than
  it actually was." Tyra's grip on the table edge drove the blood from her
  fingertips. "Yes, it is conceivable that in his heart he was on their
  side. Impossible, but conceivable. What I want you to find for me,
  Captain Saxtorph, is the truth. I am not afraid of it."
  After a moment, shakily: "Please to excuse me. I should be more
  businesslike." She finished her wine.
  Saxtorph knocked back his beer and rose. "Let me get us refills," he
  suggested. "Care for something stronger?"
  "Thank you. A double Scotch. Water chaser." She managed a smile. "You may
  take you an akvavit this time. I have not much left to tell."
  When he brought the drinks back, she was entirely self-possessed. "Ask
  whatever you want," she invited. "Be frank. I believed my wounds were
  long ago scarred over. What made them hurt again tonight was hope."
  "Don't get yours too high," he advised. "This looks mighty dicey to me.
  And, like your dad, I've got other people to think about before I agree
  to anything."
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  "Naturally. I would not have approached you if the story of your adventures
  had not proved you are conscientious. "
  He attempted a laugh. "Please. Call 'em my experiences. Adventures are what
  happen to the incompetent. " He sent caraway pungency down his throat and
  a dollop of brew in pursuit. "Okay, let's get cracking again. I gather no
  details about that expedition ever came out." '
  "They were suppressed, obliterated. When the human hyperdrive armada
  arrived and it became clear that the kzinti would lose Alpha Centauri, they
  destroyed all their records and installations that they could, before going
  forth to die in battle. Prisoners and surviving human witnesses had little
  information. About Yiao-Captain's mission, nobody had any, except what I
  mentioned to you. It was secret from the beginning; very few kzinti,
  either, ever knew about it."
  "No report to the home world till success was assured. Nor when Wunderland
  was fidling. They were smart bastards; they foresaw our new craft would
  hunt for every such beam, overtake it, read it, and jam it beyond
  recovery."
  I know. Ib has described to me the effect of fitster-than-light travel on
  intelligence operations."
  Her grasp of practical things was akin to Dorcas', Saxtorph thought. "When
  did the ship leave?" he asked.
  "It was--- Now I am forgetting your calendar. it was ten Earth-years before
  liberation."
  "And whatever messages she'd sent back were wiped fi-om the databases at
  that time, and whatever kzinti knew the content died fighting. She never
  returned, and after the liberation no word came fi-om her."
  "The general explanation was---is--that it and the crew perished." In
  bitterness, Tyra added, "Fortunately, they say."
 "But if she did not, then she probably got news of
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 the defeat. A beam cycled through the volume of her possible trajectories
 could be read across several lightyears, and wasn't in a direction humans
 would likely search. What then would her captain do?" Saxto addressed his
 beer. "Never mind for now. I'd speculating far in advance of the facts.
 You say you have come upon some new ones?"
  "Old ones." Her voice dropped low. "Thirty years old. "
 He waited.
  She folded her hands on the table, looked at him straight across it, and
  said, "A few months ago, Mother died. She was never well since Father
  left. As surrogate Landholder, she was not really able to cope with the
  dreadful task. She did her best, I grew up seeing how she struggled, but
  she had not his skills, or his special relationship with a ranking kzin,
  or just his physical strength. So she ... yielded ... more than he had
  done. This caused her to be called a collaborator, when the kzinti were
  safely gone, and retrospectively it blackened Father's name worse,
  but-she was let go, to live out her life on what property the court had
  no legal right to take away from us. It is productive, and Ib found a
  good supervisor, so she was not in poverty. Nor wealthy. But how alonel
  We did what we could, Ib and I and her true fiiends, but it was not much,
  and never could we restore Father to her. She was brave, kept busy, and
  ... dwindled. Her death was peacefid. I closed her eyes. The physician's
  verdict was general debility leading to cardiac failure.
  "Ib has his duties, while I can set my own working hours. Therefore it
  was I who remained at Korsness, to make arrangements and put things in
  order. I went through the database, the papers, the remembrances, and at
  the bottom of a drawer, under layers of his clothes that she had kept,
  I found Father's last notebook from the observatory."
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 ing the data on that thing? jesu Kristil Didn't he know how dangerous it was
 for his family to have?"
  "He may have fbrgotten, in his emotional storm. I think likelier, however,
  he hid it there himself. No human would have reason to go through that
  drawer for many years. He knew Mother would not empty it. 11

  "M-M, yah. And if nothing made them suspicious, the kzinti wouldn't search
  the house. Beneath their dignity, pawing through monkey stuff. And they
  never have managed to understand how humans feel about their families. Yah.
  Nordbo, your dad, he may very well have left those notes as a kind Of
  heritage; because if you've given me a proper account of him, and I believe
  you have, then he had not given up the hope of freedom at last fbr his
  people."
  A couple of fresh tears trembled on her lashes but went no farther. "You
  understand," she whispered.
  Enthusiasm leaped in him. "Well, what did the book say?"
  I did not know at once. It took reviewing of science from school days. I
  dared not ask anybody else. It could be-undesirable."
  Okay, Saxtorph thought, if he turned out to have been a traitor after all,
  why not suppress the information? What harm, at this late date? I don't
  suppose it'd have changed your love of him and his memory. You're that kind
  of person.
  ., What he found," Tyra said, "was a radiation source in Tigripardus." Most
  constellations bear the same names at Alpha Centauri as at Sol-4bur and a
  third light-years being a distance minuscule in the enormousness of the
  galaxy-but certain changes around the line between them have been
  inevitable. "It was faint, requiring a sensitive detector, and would have
  gone unnoticed had he not happened to study that exact part of the sky.
  This was in the course of a systematic, years-long search for small
  anomalies. They might indicate stray monopoles, or antimatter
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 concentrations, or other such peculiarities, which in turn might give
 clues about the evolution of the wholem But I explain too much, no?
  "The radiation seemed to be from a point source. It consisted of
  extremely high-energy gamma rays. The spectrum suggested particles were
  being formed and annihilated. This indicated an extraordinary energy
  density. With access to the automated monitors the kdnti kept throughout
  this system, Father quickly got the parallax. The object was about five
  light-years away. That meant the radiation at the source was
  fantastically intense. I can show you the figures later, if you wish."
 "I do," Saxtorph breathed. "Oh, I do."
  "He checked through the astronomical databases, too," she went on.
  "Archival material from Sol, and studies made here before the war, showed
  nothing. This was a new thing, a few years old at most."
 "And since then, evidently, it's turned off."
  "Yes. As I told you, Ib got a Navy observer to look at the area, on a
  pretext. Nothing unusual."
  "Curiouser and curiouser. Any idea what it might be, or have been?"
 "I am a layman. My guesses are worthless."
  "Don't be humble. I'm not. Hm-m-m ... No, this is premature, at least
  till I've seen those numbers. Clearly, Yiao-Captain guessed at
  potentialities that made it worth taking a close look, and persuaded his
  superiors. "
  Saxtorph clutched the handle of his mug and stared down as if it were an
  oracular well. "Ten years plus, either way," he muttered. "That's what
  I'd estimate trip time as, from what I recall of the Swift Hunter class
  and know about kzinti style. Sparing even a single ship and crew for
  twenty-odd years, when every attack on Sol was ending in expensive defeat
  and we'd begun making our own raids--uh-huh. A gamble, but maybe for
  almighty big stakes."
 "And the ship never came back," Tyra reminded
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 him. "A ten-year crossing, do you reckon? It should have reached the goal
 about when the hyperdrive armada got here to set us free. Surely the kzinti
 sent it word of that. The news would have been received five years later.
 Sooner, if the ship was en route home." Or not at all if the ship was dead,
 Saxtorph thought. "Then what? I cannot imagine a kzin commander staying on
 course, to surrender at journey's end. He might have tried to arrive
 unexpectedly and crash his ship on Wunderland, a last act of terrible
 vengeance, but that would have happened already."
  "More speculation," Saxtorph said. "What's needed is facts."
 A sword being drawn could have spoken her "Yes."
  "Who've you told about this, besides your brother and me?" Saxtorph asked.
  "Nobody, and I swore him to secrecy. If nothing else, we must think first,
  undisturbed, he and 1. He sounded out high officers, and decided they would
  not believe our father's notes are genuine, when their observatory
  contradicts."
  "M-m, I dunno. They know the kzinti went after something. "
 "It can have been something quite different."
  "still, these days a five-light-year jaunt is no great shakes. Include it
  in a training cruise or whatever."
  "And as for finding out the truth about our fitther, which is Ib's and my
  real purpose-they would not care.
 "Again, I wonder. I want to talk with 1b."
  'Of course, if you are serious. But can you not see, if we give this matter
  over to the authorities, it goes entirely out of our hands? They will never
  allow us to do anything more."
 "That is fairly plausible."
  "If you, though, an independent observer, if you verify that this is real
  and important, then we cannot be denied. The public will insist on a
  complete investigation.
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  A decent cause, and a decent chunk of muchneeded money. Too many loose
  ends. However, Saxtorph flattered himself that he could recognize a genuine
  human being when he met one. "I'll have to know a lot more, and ring in my
  partners, et cetera, et cetera," he declared. "Right now, I can just say
  I'll be glad to do so."
  "It is a plentyl" Her tone rejoiced. "Thank you, Captain, a thousand
  thanks. Skaall" When they had clinked rims, she tossed off an astonishing
  draught.
  It didn't make her drunk. Perhaps it helped bring ease, and a return of
  vivacity. "I had my special reason for meeting you like this, she said. Her
  smile challenged. "Before entrusting you with my dream, I wanted we should
  be face to face, alone, and I get the measure of you."
  Yes, occasionally he had made critical decisions in which his personal
  impression of somebody was a major factor.
  "We shall hold further discussion, and you bring your wife-your whole crew,
  if you wish," Tyra said. "Tonight, I think, we have talked enough. About
  this. But must you leave at once?"
  "Well, no," he answered, more awkwardly than was his wont.
  They conversed, and listened to the music that most of humankind had
  forgotten, and swapped private memories, and drank, and she was a sure and
  supple dancer. Nothing wrong took place. Still, it was a good thing for
  Saxtorph that when he got back to his hotel, Dorcas was awake and in the
  mood.
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  Swordbeak emerged from hyperspace and accelerated toward the Father Sun. A
  warcraft of the Raptor class, lately modified to accommodate a superluminal
  drive, it moved fitster than most, agilely responsive to the thrust of its
  gravity polarizers. Watchers in space saw laser turrets and missile
  launchers silhouetted against the Milky Way, sleek as the plumage of its
  namesake, overwhelmingly deadlier than the talons. It identified itself to
  their satisfaction and passed onward. Messages flew to and fro. When the
  vessel reached Kzin, a priority orbit around the planet was preassigned it.
  Weoch-Captain took a boat straight down to Defiant Warrior Base. Thence he
  proceeded immediately to the lair of Ress-Chiuu. A proper escort waited
  there.
  The High Admiral received him in the same room as before. Now, however, a
  table had been set with silver goblets of drink and golden braziers of
  sweet, mildly psychotropic incense. In the blood trough at the middle a
  live zianya lay bound. Its muzzle had
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 been taped shut to keep it from squealing, but the smell of its fear
 stimulated more than did the smoke.
 "You enter in honor," Ress-Chiuu greeted.
  From his rank, that was a pridemaking compliment. Nevertheless
  Weoch-Captain felt he should demur. "You are generous, sire. In truth I
  accomplished little."
  "You slew no foes and saved no friends. We never, realistically, expected
  you would. To judge by your preliminary report as you returned, you did
  well against considerable odds. But you shall tell me about it in person,
  at leisure. Afterward Intelligence will examine what is in your ship's
  database. Recline " in this presence, another great distinction --and take
  refreshment." --an extraordinary one.
  As he talked, interrupted only by shrewd questions, memories more than
  drink or drug restored to Weoch-Captain his full self-confidence. If he had
  not prevailed, neither had he lost, and his mission was basically
  successful.
  The story unfolded at length: Voyage to the old red dwarf. Cautious,
  probing approach to the planet on which Werlith-Commandant's forces had
  been at work. Detection and challenge by humans. Dialogue, carefully
  steered to make them think that the kzinti had no foreknowledge of anything
  and this was a routine visit. Refusal to let the kzinti proceed farther,
  orders for Swordbeak to depart. ("So they show that much spirit, do they?"
  Ress-Chiuu mused. "The official communications have been as jelly-mild as
  I predicted. Well, maybe it was just this individual commander.")
  Swordbeak's forward plunge. An attack warded off, except for a ray that did
  no significant damage before the ship was out of range. Three more human
  vessels summoned and straining to intercept. Weoch-Captain's trajectory by
  the planet, wild, too close in for the pursuit to dare, instruments and
  cameras recording that the kzinti installation had been annihilated, the
  kzinti warcraft that had been
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 on guard orbited as a mass of cold wreckage, the likelihood of any survivors
 was essentially nil. Running a gauntlet of enemy fire on the way out. An-
 other bravado maneuver, this around the larger gas giant, that could have
 thrown Swordbeak aflame into the atmosphere but left its nearest, more
 heavily armed chaser hopelessly behind. Swatting missiles on the way out to
 hyperspacing distance. A jeering message beamed aft, and escape from
 3-space.
  "It is well, it is well." Ress-Chiuu rolled the words over his tongue as if
  they were the fine drink in his goblet.
  Weoch-Captain gauged that he had asserted himself as much as was advisable.
  He had his future to think of, the career that should bring him at last a
  full name and the right to breed. "If the High Admiral is pleased, that
  suffices. But it was mere infbrmation we captured, which the monkeys may in
  time have given us freely."
  "Vouchsafed us," Ress-Chiuu snarled. "Condescended to throw to us."
  "True, sire." It had indeed been in the minds of Weoch-Captain and his
  crew, a strong motivation to do what they did.
 "Nor could we be certain they would not lie."
  "True, sire. Nonetheless-" The utterance was distasteful but necessary, if
  Weoch-Captain was to maintain the High Admiral's opinion of him as an
  officer not only valiant but wise. "They will resent what happened. We have
  barely begun to modernize and re-expand the fleet. Theirs is much stronger.
  How may they react? I admit to fretting about that on the way home."
  "The Patriarchs considered it beforehand," RessChiuu assured him. "The
  humans will bleat. Perhaps they will even huff and puff. We shall point out
  that they have registered no territorial claim on yonder sun and its
  planets, therefore they had no right to forbid entry to a peaceful visitor,
  and you did noth-
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 ing but save yourselves after they opened fire. Arh, your restraint was
 masterly, Weoch-Captain. We will demand reparation, they will make a little
 more noise, and that will be the end of the matter. Meanwhile you have
 learned a great deal for us, about their capabilities and about what to
 expect, what to prepare for, when we start pushing at them in earnest. You
 deserve well of us, Weoch-Captain."
  He leaned forward. His voice became music and distant thunder. "You deserve
  the opportunity to win more glory. You may earn the ultimate reward."
  Energy thrilled along nerves and into blood. "Sirel I stand ready!"
  "I knew you would." Ress-Chiuu sipped, rather than lapped, from his cup.
  His gaze went afar, his tone deceptively meditative. "We have our sources
  of information among the humans. They are limited in what they can convey
  but on occasion they have proven useful. For the present, you need know no
  more than that. Let me simply say that not everything the hyperwave brings
  us is known to the human governnwnt. " Perforce he attempted to pronounce
  the English word. Weoch-Captain recognized, if not exactly understood it.
  "For relevant example," Ress-Chiuu continued, "we got early news of the
  disaster at the red sun, well before they contacted us officially about it.
  This you recall, of course. What you do not recall, because it happened
  while you were gone, is that we have received fresh intelligence,
  conceivably of the.first importance. "
  Stoic, as became a Hero, Weoch-Captain waited. His ribs ached with tension.
  His heart slugged.
  "Briefly put-we will go into details later," he heard, "a Wunderland
  resident has come upon a lost record from the time of the war. It appears
  that, some years before the enemy got the hyperdrive, an astronomer
  observed a cosmic phenomenon, about five light-years from Alpha Centauri.
  It was inexpli-
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 cable, but involved enormous energies. The possibility of military uses
 caused the high command of the occupation to dispatch a ship to
 investigate. If the ship sent any messages back, those were expunged when
 the human armada appeared, and all kzinti who had knowledge of the mission
 died. Any beams that arrived afterward were never received, the tuned and
 programmed apparatus being destroyed; they are dissipated, lost. The ship
 has not been heard of again. Recent search has failed to detect anything
 remarkable in that part of the Wunderland sky.
  "Regardless, for reasons not quite clear to me, humans are trying to
  organize an expedition to that region. Humans, I say, individuals, not
  the humans. Their patriarchs are, as yet, unaware of it.
  "We have obtained the astronomical data. They are sufficient basis for
  an investigation. Perhaps nothing is there, or nothing of interest. Yet
  it is imaginable that those kzinti were justified who decided, three
  decades ago, that this was worth sending a high-velocity vessel.
  "We must know. If it is anything of value, we must win it ourselves. The
  way is considerably longer from here than from there. Are you and your
  crew prepared to leave again quite soon?"
  "Sire," blazed weoch-Captain, "you need not ask!"
  "And I say, to your honor, that I am unsurprised.Ress-Chiuu showed
  fiLngs. I give you an added incentive. If the humans do mount their
  expedition, it will apparently consist of a single ship, unarmed,
  commanded by one ... S-s-saxtor-r-rph, the designation is. The ship,
  commander, and crew that wrought the havoc you beheld.-
 Weoch-Captain roared.
  They spoke together, ran computations and simulations, speculated,
  envisioned, dreamed their fierce
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 dreams, until past sundown. Much remained to do when they stopped for a
 feast of celebration. The first flesh ripped from the zianya, before it
 died, was especially savory.
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  While the government ground ponderously through its motions, Juan Yoshii
  and Laurinda Brozik were as trapped on Wunderland as their friends.
  Released, they could not get early passage to We Made It; as yet, few ships
  plied that route. When a sudden opportunity came by, they grabbed. The
  others took no offense. Laurinda's parents were eager to get her home and
  legally married. Her father had already promised his prospective son-in-law
  an excellent job, no sinecure but still one that would allow him to pursue
  his literary interests on the side. You don't dawdle over such things.
  However, the situation gave scant notice or time for a sendoff. Preoccupied
  as they were with the Nordbo business, skipper and mate could merely offer
  their best wishes. Kamehameha Ryan and Carita Fenger made what arrangements
  they were able, and the foursome took off for the pair of days available
  before departure.
  Though Gelbstein Park is popular in summer, visitors to that high country
  are few when winter has
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 fallen over the southern hemisphere of Wunderland. These got romantic
 near-solitude. A walk amidst the scenery preceded dinner back at the
 lodge, drinks before the fireplace, and a long goodnight.
  "Brrr-hooeel" Ryan hugged himself. Breath smoked from his round brown
  countenance. "I'm glad I'm not a brass monkey."
  Carita took his arm. The Jinxian's own skin seemed coal-black against the
  snowscape, in which Laurinda's albino complexion showed ghostly. "Keep
  reminding yourself that not all your ancestors were kanakas,
 she suggested.
  "Or that it gets pretty cold on top of Mauna Kea, too, yeah." The
  quartermaster snuggled his chin under the collar of his jacket.
  "You could've insisted we go to Eden or the Roseninsel or wherever
  tropical."
  "Naw, I'm okay. Juan opted for here, and this's his last chance."
  Yoshii seemed indeed lost in his surroundings. Was a poem brewing?
  Overhead the sky stood huge, cloudless, as deeply blue as the shadows
  cast by sun A across the snows. Paler were those from B, an elfin tracery
  mingled with the frost-glitter. A kilometer ahead, the trail ended at a
  hot springs area. The greens and russets of pools were twice vivid in the
  whiteness elsewhere; the steam that rose from them was utter purity.
  Beyond, the Lucknerberg gleamed in its might. The sounds of seething
  carried this far through the silence, but muffled, as if it were the
  underground working of the planet that one heard.
  "You are so kind", Laurinda said. "We'll miss you so much."
  Yoshii shivered, left his reverie, and caught his girl's gloved hand.
  They were walking in front of their companions. He glanced back. "Yes,
  and well worry about you," he added. "Headed into the ... the
  unknown~--:'
 "You'll have better things to do," Ryan laughed.
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 "And we'll be fine," Carita put in.
  "Shorthanded," Yoshii said. They had not found a satisfactory replacement
  for him. "I can't help feeling guilty, like a deserter."
  "Juan, boy," Carita replied, "if you left this lass behind now, even fbr a
  month's jaunt, I'd turn you over my knee and spank you till you took first
  prize at the next baboon show." Quite possibly she meant it. Her short,
  massive frame certainly had the capability.
  "I might have gone, to&-!' Laurinda's words trailed off. No, she would not
  have done that to her parents. "If we could only stay in touchl"
  Ryan shrugged. "Someday they'll miniaturize hyperwave equipment to the
  point where it'll fit in a spaceship. "
  "Why haven't they already?" she protested. "Or why didn't it come with the
  hyperdrive?"
  "We can't expect to understand or assimilate a nonhuman technology
  overnight," Yoshii told her in his soft fashion. "As was, it took skull
  sweat to adapt what the Outsiders sold your world to our uses. I'm
  surprised that you, of all people, should ask such a question. "
  "A woman needs to spring an occasional surprise," Carita said.
  Laurinda gulped. "But not a stupid remark. I'm sorry. My thinking had gone
  askew. I am afraid for you two and the Saxtorphs."
 "Nonsense," Ryan said. "It'll be aheahe, a breeze,
  well-paid junket." Into reaches that had swallowed
  kzinti warcraft. "You don't get ol' Bob haring right off on impulse. If we
 should meet difficulties we can't skip straight away from, we're equipped
 like an octopus to handle 'em."
  "No weapons." She had not been concerned with the refitting, but she knew
  this.
  "Oh, he and I saw quietly to our stash of small arms, explosives, and all."
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  Yoshii's mouth tightened. "What use against the universe?"
  "As for that," Carita stated, "you know full well what we've got." Mainly
  to Laurinda: "A beefed-up grapnel field system. We can lock onto a
  fair-sized asteroid and shift its orbit, if we want to spend the fuel. Our
  new main laser can bore a hole from end to end of it. Our robot
  prospector-lander can boost at as high as a hundred Earth gees, for a total
  delta v of a thousand KPS. Plus the stuff we carried befare, except for the
  second boat-radars, instruments, teleprobes, you name it. Oh, we'd be no
  match for a naval vessel, but aside from that, we're loaded like a verguuz
  drinker."
  "Now will you joyful honeymooners kindly reel in your faces and start
  singing and dancing as the drill calls for?" Ryan snorted.
  The couple traded a look, which rapidly grew warm. Smiles radiated between
  them. "Makes me feel downright lecherous," Carita murmured to Ryan. "How
  'bout you?"
  With a rumbling roar, a geyser erupted among the springs. Higher and higher
  it climbed against the gentle gravity, until the tower of it reached a hun-
  dred meters aloft. Light sharded to bows and diamonds in its plume. Thence
  it flung a fine min which fell stinging hot, smelling of sulfur and tasting
  of iron, violence broken loose from rocks far below. Abruptly the humans
  felt very small.
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  Waves move more slowly on Wunderland than on Earth and strike less hard,
  but the seas that beat against the cliffs of Korsness were heavy enough.
  The noise of them reached the old house on the headland as a muted throb,
  drums beneath the windskirl. Gray, green, and white-maned, they heaved out
  to a horizon vague with scud. The clouds flew low, like smoke. The room
  overlooking the view seemed full of their twilight, despite its fluoros.
  That glow lost itself in swartwood furniture, murky carpet, leatherbound
  codices and ancestral portraits. Above the stone mantel hung a crossed pair
  of oars, dried and cracked. The first Nordbo who settled here had used them
  after the motor in his boat failed, to fetch a son wrecked on Horn Reef.
  Saxtorph liked this place. It spoke to something in his blood. "You've got
  roots," he remarked. "Not many folks do these days."
  Seated on his left, Tyra nodded. Her hair was the sole real brightness.
  "The honor of the house," she

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 said, then grimaced. "No, forgive me, I do not mean to be pretentious."
  "But you shouldn't be afraid of speaking about what truly matters," said
  Dorcas on her far side.
  "I am not. Your husband knows. But-" The com that they confronted chimed
  and blinked. Tyra stffened. "Accept," she snapped.
  The full-size image of a man appeared, and part of the desk behind which he
  sat, and through the window at his back a glimpse of the Drachenturm in
  Munchen. "Good day," he greeted. Half rising to make a stiff little bow:
  "Frau Saxtorph, at last I get the pleasure of your acquaintance." He must
  have worked to flatten out of his English the accent his sister retained.
  Dorcas inclined her head. The mahogany-hued crest and tail of her Belter
  hairstyle rippled. "How do you do, Herr," she answered as formally. The
  smile on the Athene visage was less warm than usual. "Someday I may have
  the pleasure of shaking your hand."
  Ib Nordbo took the implied reproof impassively. He was in his mid-forties,
  tall and low-gee slim, smooth-chinned, bearing much of Tyr-a's blond hand-
  someness but none of her verve and fi-equent merriment. At least, during
  his previous two short encounters with Saxtorph he had been curt and
  somber. Insignia on the blue uniform proclaimed him a lieutenant commander
  of naval intelligence.
  "Why would you not come in person today?" burst from Tyra. "I tell you,
  this is the one spot on Wunderland where we can be sure we are private."
  "Come, now," her brother replied. "My office was and is perfectly secure,
  there is no reason to imagine your town apartment or the Saxtorphs' hotel
  room were ever under surveillance, and I assure you, this circuit is well
  sealed."
  Anxious to avoid a breach, for the earlier scenes had gotten a bit tense,
  Saxtorph said, "You'd know, in your job. Actually, my wife and I were glad
  of
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 Tyra's invitation because we were curious to see the homestead. "
  "We hoped to get some feel for your father, some insight or intuition,"
  Dorcas added.
  "What value can that have, on a search through space?" Nordbo's question
  would have been a challenge or a gibe if it had been uttered less flatly.
  "Perhaps none. You never can tell. If nothing else, this was an interesting
  visit; and to hold his actual notebook in our hands was ... an experience.
  I fear nobody else would agree, Frau." Nordbo's attention went to his
  sister. "Tyra, I hesitate to say you have become paranoiac on this subject,
  but you have exaggerated it in your mind out of all proportion. What cause
  does anyone have to spy on you? How often must I repeat, the Navy--no part
  of officialdom-will concern itself?"
  Saxtorph stirred. "And I repeat, if you please, that I have trouble
  believing that," he said. "Okay, one kzinti ship was lost thirty years ago,
  among hundreds. There was an avalanche of matters to handle in the years
  right after liberation. This business was forgotten. Sure. But if we did
  show them your father's notes and reminded them that the kzinti reckoned it
  worthwhile dispatching a ship--
  "Nothing special is now in that part of the sky," Nordbo retorted. "What he
  detected must have been a transient thing at best, an accident leaving no
  trace, perhaps the collision of a matter and an antimatter body."
  "That'd have been plenty weird. Who's ever found so much loose antimatter?
  But we've still got that infi-ared anomaly." Saxtorph had insisted on
  Nordbo's retrieving the entire record of the naval observation.
  "Meaningless. Its intensity against the cosmic background falls within
  probable error." The officer stirred where he sat. "We need scarcely go
  over this ground again for your lady wife's benefit. We have trodden it
  bare, and you must have relayed the arguments to
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 her. But to complete the repetition, Frau Saxtorph, I have pointed out that
 the kzinti may well have had some entirely dfferent destination, and took my
 father along merely because his noticing this phenomenon put them in mind of
 him as an excellent observer. They quite commonly employed human
 technicians, you know. Our species has more patience fbr detail work than
 theirs."
  He paused before finishing: "This is how they will think in the Navy if we
  tell them. I have sounded out various high-ranking persons, at Tyra's
  request. Besides, I am Navy myself; I ought to know, ought I not? It might
  be decided to go take a look, on the odd chance that my father did stumble
  on something special. But they would not care about him or his fate. Nor
  would they want civilians underfoot. You, Captain Saxtorph, would be
  specifically forbidden to enter that region."
  "I understand that," Tyra said. "At least, it is possible. Therefore Rover
  must go first, before anything has been revealed. what information it
  brings back can jumpstart some real action."
  "Frau Saxtorph, I appeal to you," Nordbo said. "My sister has involved
  me--2'
  "It was your right to know," Tyra interjected, 1. and I thought you would
  help."
  "She wants me, if nothing else, to withhold from my service word about this
  ill-advised space mission of yours. Can you not see what a difficult
  position that creates for me?"
 "I agree your position is delicate," Dorcas murmured.
  Did Nordbo wince or flinch? If so, he clamped control back down too fast
  for Robert Saxtorph to be sure. Either way, the captain felt momentarily
  sorry for what had happened of late.
  Not that the Rover crew were at fault. They'd had no way of foreseeing.
  They simply carried back to Alpha Centauri the news that Commissioner Mark-
  ham had been a spy for the kzinti. It provoked a
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 hunt for others. And--soon after liberation, when Ib Nordbo was a young
 engineer working in the asteroids, Ulf Reichstein Markham, still out there
 settling assorted affairs, had befriended him. They returned to Wunderland
 together, Nordbo enlisting, Markham going unsuccessfully into politics and
 later rather brilliantly into astronautics administration. Markham's
 prestige, the occasional overt recommendation or conversational suggestion,
 helped Nordbo rise. They met fairly often.
  Well, but suspicion found no grounds. "It must die away altogether," Tyra
  had pleaded to Saxtorph. "Must it not? Ib fought for freedom-not like Mark-
  ham, only in one uprising, that crazy try of young men to take back the
  Ritterhaus, but he did suffer injuries. And Markham was in fact a hero of
  the Resistance, maybe its greatest. He did not change till long afterward.
  How could lb tell? Yes, they did things together, dining, hunting, talking.
  What does that mean? They were both lonely. They have-they had not sociable
  personalities. lb was always of dark spirit. He has never married. I think
  he still carries the torment of our father inside him. Remember, he is
  seven Earth-years older than me. He lived through more of it, and then
  through the years alone with our mother, at that impressionable age. Now he
  is fine in his work. He would have risen higher if he had a wife who knew
  all the unspoken social rules, or if he could just be smooth. But he is too
  honest. He does not share those filthy dictatorial ideas you told me
  Markham held. I am his sister, I would know if he did. We are not close, he
  is not close to anyone, but we are the children of Peter Nordbo."
  Dorcas, who was tactffil when she cared to be, went directly on: "However,
  nothing illegal or unethical is involved. We plan a scientific mission.
  Amateurs, yes, but if we get in trouble, nobody will be harmed except us.
  That kind of personal risk is
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 not prohibited by any statute or regulation I know of- ,

 Thus far, Saxtorph thought.
  " -nor do the terms of our insurance and mort
 gage require more than 'informed prudence,' the
 interpretation of which clause is a matter for the civil
 courts. You are merely assisting an undertaking that
 may prove beneficial to your nation."
  Nordbo shook his head. "I am not," he answered. I have given it the serious
  thought I promised. Today I tell you that I will have no further part of
  it."
 "Ibl" Tyra cried. Her hand went to her mouth.
  "It is lunatic," he stated. "if we turned those notes over to my service,
  at least any investigation would be competently handled. My apologies,
  Captain and Mate Saxtorph. I am sure you command your ship well. You have
  been persuaded to enter a field outside your competence. Please
  reconsider."
  Tyra said something unsteadily in her childhood dialect. He replied
  likewise. In English: "Yes, I will keep my promise, my silence about this,
  unless circumstances force me. But I will not make any contribution to your
  effort, nor lend any more aid or counsel, except my earnest advice that you
  abandon it. That is final."
  His tone softened. "Tyra, you sit in what we have left of our inheritance,
  our father's and mother's and ancestors' heritage. Will you really throw it
  away?"
  "No," she whispered. Her shoulders straightened. "But I will do what is my
  right."
  Korsness was no Landholding, only a freehold, shared by the heirs. She had
  arranged to hypothecate her half of the equity, to pay for the charter. The
  agreement lay awaiting her print. In the odds-on event that Rover found
  nothing of monetary value, her income from the property ought to pay off
  the debt, though not before she was well along in years. It would have
  helped if Ib had joined in.
 Saxtorph dt't feel abashed. He had a living to
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 make. If Tyra wanted his capabilities this badly, why, her profession
 supported her. For his part, and Dorcas', Kam's, Carita's, they'd be
 putting their necks on the line. Still, he admired her spirit.
  "Then best I say farewell," Nordbo sighed. "Before we quarrel. I will see
  you in a few days, Tyra, and we will speak of happier things."
  "I am not sure where I will be," she replied. "I cannot sit idle while-
  It will be research for a new piece of writing. But of course I will get
  in touch when I can." Her words wavered. "We shall always be friends,
  Broder min."
  "Yes," he said gravely. "Fare you ever well." His image vanished.
  The surf and the wind resounded through silence. After a while Dorcas
  said low, "I think that was why he chose to call, instead of coming in
  person as you asked. So he could leave at once."
  They barely heard Tyra: "Dealings like this are hard for him. He knows
  not well how to cope with humans. "
  She sprang to her feet. "But I am not crushed." Her stance, her voice
  avowed it. "I had small hope for better, after our talks before. Poor
  soul, he took more wounds than I did, and fears they might come open. I
  gave him his chance." Louder yet: "We can proceed. Robert, you have told
  me very little of what you intend."
  Dorcas cast a glance at her man and also raised her lean length from the
  chair.
  "Uh, yah, I s'pose we are on first-name terms by now," he said fitst,
  fumbling after pipe and tobacco. They had in fact been for a while, when
  by themselves. "I've had my thoughts, and discussed them with Dorcas, but
  we figured we'd best wait with you till the contract was definite. It is,
  isn't it?"
  "Yes, in all except our prints," Tyra told him. "You have seen it, have
  you not, Frau-m-m, Dorcas?"
 Rover's mate smiled and nodded. "I rewrote two
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 of the clauses, she said. "Evidently, next time you met Bob, you agreed."
 "But what do you propose to do?" Tyra demanded.
  Saxtorph busied his hands. "A lot will depend on what we find." He had
  explained earlier, but sketchily. "What Dorcas and I have drawn up is not
  a plan but a set of contingency plans, subject to change without notice.
  However, it makes sense to start by trying for that whatever-it-is that
  your father spotted. Presumably the kzinti ship got there, and what the
  crew found became a factor in determining what they did afterward."
 "Have you any idea about it?"
  "None, really," Dorcas admitted. "Your brother may well be right, it was
  a freak of no special significance. "
  "Except, we believe, Yiao-Captain thought otherwise," Saxtorph pointed
  out. "And he got his superiors to agree it was worth a shot. Of course,
  from a human viewpoint, kzinti are natural-born wild gamblers. " He
  thumbed tobacco down into bowl. "Well, this is a secondary mystery. What
  you've engaged us for is to learn, if we can, what happened to your
  father. Yonder objective is a starting point."
  Tyra went to a window and gazed out across sea and wrack. A burst of rain
  spattered on the glasyl. "You have mentioned intercepting radio waves in
  space," she said slowly. "Could you get any from that ship?"
  "We'll try. I'm not optimistic. Space is almighty big, and if a beam
  wasn't very tightly collimated to start with, I doubt we could pick it
  out of the background noise after this many years, supposing we could
  locate it at all. Shipboard transmitters aren't really powerful. But I
  do have some notions as to what the kzinti may have done."
  "Ja?" she exclaimed, and swung around to stare at him.
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  He got his pipe going. "What do you know about the Swift Hunter class?"
  "Almost nothing. I see now that I should have looked it up, but-"
  "No blame. You had a lot else to keep track of, including the earning of
  your daily bread and peanut butter. I remembered things from the war, and
  retrieved more from the naval histories in the Wunderland library
  system."
  Saxtorph blew a smoke ring. "I don't know if the kzinti still use Swift
  Hunters. Who knows for sure what goes on in their empire? Any that remain
  in service will certainly be phased out as hyperdrive comes in, because
  it makes them as obsolete as windjammers. In their time, though, they
  were wicked.
  "Good-sized, but skimpy payload, most of what they carried being mass for
  conversion. Generally they took special weapons, or sometimes special
  troops, on ultra-quick missions followed by getaways faster than any
  missile could pursue. Total delta v of about two and a half c, Newtonian
  regime. Customarily, during the war, they'd boost to one-half c and go
  ballistic till time to decelerate. Anything higher would've been too
  inefficient, as relativity effects began getting large. This means that
  they'd strike and return, with the extra half light-speed available for
  high-powered maneuvers in between. The gravity polarizer made it all
  possible. jets would never have managed anything comparable. At that, the
  Swift Hunters were so energy-hungry that the kzinti saved them for
  special jobs, as I said. Obviously they figured this was one such."
  "Nevertheless, ten years to their goal," Dorcas murmured.
  "But in stasis, apart from standing watch," Saxtorph reminded her. "Or,
  rather, the kzinti version of timesuspension technics, in those days. You
  can be pretty patient if you get to he unconscious and unaging during
  most of the voyage."
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  It had been in Tyrds awareness, Of course, but she tautened and breathed,
  "my father-" Seen from indoors, she was a shapely shadow against the
  silvergray in the window, save for the light on her hair.
  Saxtorph nodded. "Uh-huh," he said around puffs. "Do not, repeat, do not
  get your hopes up. But it just could be. Bound back here with word of some-
  thing tremendous--or without, fbr that matter-the kzinti captain catches a
  beam that tells him Wunderland is falling to humans who've acquired a
  fitster-thanlight drive. What's he going to do? He's got a half c of delta
  v left to kill his forward vector, and another half c to boost him to the
  kzinti home sun."
  "But when he got there, he could not stop," she said, as if against her
  will.
  "He might wager they could do something about that at the other end,"
  Saxtorph answered. "Or he might travel at one-fourth c and take about 120
  years, instead of about sixty, to arrive. In stasis he wouldn't notice the
  difference. But I doubt that, especially if he was carrying important
  information which he couldn't reliably transmit by radio. And kzinti always
  do go balls-out. If he could not be recovered at his new destination, at
  least he'd die a hero.
  "Anyway, this is a possibility that we'll investigate as best we can,
  within the bounds of due caution."
  Once again, as on that evening in the tavern, Tyra stared beyond him and
  the room and this world. "To find my father," shuddered from her. "To waken
  him back to life."
  Dorcas gave her a hard look. The same unease touched Saxtorph. He rose.
  "Uh, wait a minute," he said, "you're not supposing you-"
  Tyra returned to them. Total calm was upon her. "Oh, yes," she stated. I am
  going with you."
 'Hey, there!"
  He saw her grin. "Nothing is in the contract to deny me." Grimly: "If you
  refuse, I do not give it my
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 print and you have no charter. Then I must see what if anything the Navy
 will do."
  But-"
  Dorcas laid a hand over his. "She is determined she said. "I don't
  imagine it can do any harm, if we write in a waiver of liability."
  "You may have that, but you won't need it," Tyra promised. I take
  responsibility for myself. Did you imagine I would stay behind while you
  hunted for my father? Well, Ib does, so I suppose it is natural for you.
  Let him. If he knew, he might feel he must release the truth and get the
  authorities to stop us. As for me " sudden laughter belled "-after all,
  I am a travel writer. What a storyl"
  Saxtorph chuckled and dismissed his objections. She could well prove an
  asset, and would indisputably be an ornament.
  Dorcas stood pensive. When she spoke, it was so quietly that he knew she
  was thinking aloud. "In relativity physics, travel faster than light is
  equivalent to time travel. We use quantum rules. And yet what are we
  trying on this voyage but to probe the past and learn what happened long
  ago?"
  When the kzinti drew Peter Nordbo into time, his first clear thought was:
  Hulda, Tyra, Ib. Oh, unmerciful God, it's been ten years now.
  Up, monkey," growled the technician and cuffed him, lightly, claws
  sheathed, but with force to rock his head. "The commander wants you."
  Nordbo crept from his box. He shivered with the cold inside him. Weight
  dragged at his bones, an interior field set higher than Earth's. Around
  him, huge forms were likewise stirring, crew revived. Their snarls and
  spits ripped at the gloom. He stumbled from them, down a remembered
  passageway. His second clear thought was: What would I give for a cup of
  coffee!
  Noticing, he barked a laugh at himself. Full awareness seeped back into
  him, and warmth as he moved and unstffened. Even in this, his exile,
  eagerness kindled. Snapping Sherrek had arrived. What had it reached?
 Yiao-Captain waited in the observation turret. It

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 was illuminated only by the images of the stars, be a shadow blotting out
 that constellation in which Alpha Centauri and Sol must lie. The light of
 their legions gleamed off an eyeball when he glanced about. "Arh, Speaker
 for Humans," he greeted, brusque but not hostile, as in days that were
 suddenly old. I know you are still somewhat numb. However, behold."
  He turned a dial. A section of the view seemed to rush toward them.
  Magnification stabilized. Nordbo stood an instant dumbfounded, then a low
  whistle passed his lips. "What is that thing?"
  Against frosty star-clouds floated a sphere. Shapes encrusted it here and
  there, a dome in the form of half a dodecahedron, three concentric
  helices bent into a semicircle, several curving dendritic masts or
  antennae, objects less recognizable. The hue was dull gray, spotted with
  shadows filling countless pocks and scratches. Erosion by spatial dust,
  Nordbo thought dazedly, by near-vanishingly rare interstellar meteoroids,
  and, yes, by cosmic rays. How long has this derelict drifted?
  "Diameter about sixteen kilometers , he heard Yiao Captain say, using
  kzinti units. "We have taken a parallel trajectory at a goodly distance."
  "Where is ... the energy I detected ... at home?" At home.
  "On the other side. We who were on watch in the terminal stages of
  approach saw it from far. it was what decided us to stay well away until
  we know more. Now we commence the real investigation. The first observer
  capsule leaves in a few minutes."
  Already, before most of the crew were properly roused. Kzin style.
  Yiao-Captain's fingers crooked, his tail flicked. "I envy that Hero," he
  said. "The first, the first. But I must stay in command until ... I am
  the first to set foot there. "
  In spite of everything, Nordbo was curiously touched, that the other
  should, consciously or not,
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 reveal that much to a human. Well, doubtless Nordbo was the sole such human
 in existence.
  A question came to him. "Have you measured the infrared emission?"
 "Not yet. Why?"
  "Maybe whatever is inside that thing sends its output through a single
  spot. If not, if it emits in all directions, then the remaining energy has
  to go somewhere. Presumably the shell reradiates it in the infrared. But
  given the size of the shell, that must be at a low temperature, so it's not
  readily distinguished from the galactic background."
  "And the integrated emission over the entire surface will give us the total
  power. Good. Our scientists would have thought of it, but perhaps not at
  once. Yes-s-s, you will be useful."
 "If the shell rotates-~'
  "It does, on three axes. Tumbles. Quite slowly, but it does. We established
  that upon arrival."
  "Then the bright spot would only point at Alpha Centauri, or any given
  star, for a short span of time, a few years at most. No wonder it wasn't
  noticed before. Sheer chance that I did." And condemned myself.
  A thump shivered through metal and Nordbo's anguish. "The capsule is on its
  way," Yiao-Captain said with glee.
  Nordbo understood. He had heard about the arrangement before the expedition
  departed. The intensity of the hard radiation here was such that nothing
  else would serve for a close passage. The screen fields that had protected
  the ship from collision with interstellar gas at half the speed of light
  were insufficient; near this fire, enough stray particles and gamma ray
  photons would get through to wreck her electronics and give the crew a
  lethal dose. Her two boats were laughably more vulnerable.
 Room and mass were at a premium in a Swift
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 Hunter, but Sherrek carried a pair of thickly armored spheroids which
 contained generators for ultrastrong fields. Wunderlanders before the war
 had used them in flyby studies of their suns. The kzinti had quickly
 modified them to accommodate a single crew member; when dealing with the
 unknown, a live brain overseeing the instruments might well prove best.
 Besides an air and water recycler, life support included a gravity
 polarizer. It was necessarily small, its action confined to the interior,
 but at such close quarters it could counteract possible accelerations that
 would kill even a kzin, up to fifty or sixty Terran gravities.
  The capsule whipped through the magnified part of the turret view. Its
  metal gleamed hazy-bright, a nucleus cocooned in shimmering forces.
  Nordbo imagined the rider voicing an exuberant screech. It vanished from
  his sight.
  More sounds followed, quieter and longer-drawn. A boat was not thrown out
  by a machine; it launched itself. The lean form glided by on its way to
  a rendezvous point at the far side of the mystery. There it would seize
  the capsule in a grapnel field, haul it inboard, and bring it back.
  Yiao-Captain stared yonder. "What might the thing be?" he mumbled.
  "Artificial, obviously," Nordbo answered, just as low.
 "Yes, but for what? Who built it?"
  "And when? It's extremely old, I'm sure. just look at it."
 Yiao-Captain's fur bristled. "Billions of years?"
 "Not a bad guess."
 "The Slavers---2'
  "The tnuctipun. They were engineers to the Slavers, the thrintun, you
  know, till they revolted." And the war that followed exterminated both
  races, back while the ancestors of man and kzin were microbes in
  primordial seas.
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  Yiao-Captain's ears lay flat. He shivered. "Haunted weapons. We have tales
  about things ancient and accursed--2' Resolution surged. "Aowrrgh!" he
  shouted. "Whatever this be, we'll master itl It's ours nowl"
  Time crept. Nordbo realized he was hungry. Was that right? Why hadn't grief
  filled him to the brim? He had lost his loves, twenty-odd years of their
  lives at least, and he felt hungry and ragingly curious.
  Well, but they wouldn't expect him to wallow in self-pity, would they?
  Despicable emotion. Let him take whatever anodyne that work offered. He
  could do nothing else about his situation.
 Yet.
  It was actually no long spell until the boat, at a safe distance, snared
  the capsule. Although its screen fields had degraded incoming data, a
  shipboard computer could restore much. Transmission commenced at once. In
  minutes numbers and images were appearing on screens.
  Blue-white hell-flame streamed from a ragged-hole in the shell, meters
  wide. The color was nothing but ghost-flicker, quanta given off by excited
  atoms. The real glow was the garnma light of annihilation, matter and
  antimatter created, meeting, perishing in cascade after curious cascade
  until the photons flew free in search of revenge.
  "Yes," Nordbo whispered, "I think the source does emit in all directions.
  The output-fantastic. On the order of terawatts, no, I suspect magnitudes
  higher than that. The material enclosing it, though, that is what's truly
  incredible. It stops those hard rays, it's totally opaque to them, damps
  them down to infrared before it lets them go. . . . But after billions of
  years, even it has worn thin and fragile. Something, a large meteoroid or
  something, finally punched through at one point, and there the radiation
  escapes unchecked. Elsewhere-2'
  "Can we make contact?" Yiao-Captain screamed. "Can we land and take
  possession?"
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  I don't know. We'll have to study, probe, set up models and run them
  through the computer. My guess at the moment is that probably we can, if
  we choose the place well and are careful. No promises, understand, and
  not soon. "
 "Get to work on itl Immediatelyl Gol"
  Nordbo obeyed, before Yiao-Captain should lose his temper and give him
  the claws.
  He'd been granted a comparatively free hand to carry on research, with
  access to a laboratory and the production shop, assistance if necessary,
  provided of course that he remained properly servile. On a ship like
  this, those facilities were improvised, tucked into odd corners, so
  cramped that as a rule only one individual at a time could use them. That
  suited Nordbo fine.
  First he required nourishment. He made for the food synthesizer. What it
  dispensed was as loathsome to the kzinti as to him, albeit for dfferent
  reasons. Irritable at the lack of fresh meat, a spacehand kicked the man
  aside. Nordbo crashed against a bulkhead. The bruises lasted for days.
  "Keep your place, monkeyl You'll swill after the wakened Heroes have fed.
  "
  "Yes, my master. I am sorry, my master." Nordbo withdrew on hands and
  knees, as became an animal.
  A thought that he had borne along from Wunderland crystallized. He'd be
  modifying apparatus, or making it from scratch, as occasion arose.
  Contemptuous, the kzinti, including the scientists, would pay scant heed.
  Yiao-Captain might be the exception, but he'd have plenty of other
  demands on his attention. With caution, patience, piecemeal labor, it
  should be possible to fashion some kind of weapon-a knife, if nothing
  else--and keep it concealed under a jumble of stuff in a cabinet or box.
  Chances were he'd never use it. What could he win? But the simple
  knowledge of its existence would
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 help him get through the next months. If he could at last endure no
 longer, if nothing whatsoever remained to lose, maybe he could wreak a
 little harm, and die like a man.
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  Having left Alpha Centauri far enough behind, Rover phased into
  hyperspace and commenced the long haul. "We'll go about fbur and a half
  light-years, emerge, and see what our instruments can tell us at that
  distance," Saxtorph had decided. "When we've got a proper fix on the
  whatchamacallit, we'll approach by short jumps, taking new observations
  after each one."
 "Jamais I'audace, Dorcas had laughed.
  "Huh? Oh. Oh, yah. Caution. Finagle knows what we're letting ourselves
  in for, but III bet my favorite meerschaum that Murphy will take a strong
  interest in the proceedings."
  In the galley, on the second day under quantum drive, Ryan exclaimed,
  "Hey, you really are handy with the tools."
  Tyra trimmed the last creamEruit and dropped it in a bowl. "One learns,"
  she said. "I am not a bad cook, either. Maybe sometime you will let me
  make us a meal."
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 "M-M, you cook for yourself a lot?"
  She nodded. "Eating out alone very much is depressing. Also, some of the
  places I have been, nobody but a local person or a berserker would go
  into a restaurant. Or else it is machines programmed for the same menus
  that bore me everywhere in known space.
  "Adventurous sort. Well, sure, I'd be glad to take a chance on you, if
  you'd like to try being more than the bull cook. " Ryan cocked his head
  and ran his glance up, down, and sideways across her. "For which job,
  strictly speaking, you lack certain qualifications anyway. Not that I
  object, mind you."
  The blue eyes blinked. "What?" Now and then an English idiom eluded her.
  "Never mind. For the moment. Uh, you are quite sweet, helping out like
  this. You aren't obliged to, you know, our paying passenger."
  "What should I do, sit yawning at a screen? I wish I could find more to
  keep me busy."
  "I'd be delighted to see to that, after hours," he proposed.
  She colored slightly, but her tone stayed calm and her smile amicable.
  I suspect Pilot Fenger would complain. It could be safer to offend a keg
  of detonite. "
  "You've noticed, have you?" he replied, unembarrassed. I guess in your
  line of work you develop a Sherlock Holmes kind of talent. Well, yes,
  Carita and I do have a thing going. Have had for years. But it's just
  friendly, no pledges, no claims. She's not possessive or jealous or
  anything." He edged closer. "rhis evenwatch after dinner? Your cabin or
  mine, whichever you prefer. I'll bring a bottle of pineapple wine, which
  I s'pose you've never had. Good stuff, dry, trust me. We'll talk and get
  better acquainted. I'd love to hear about your travels." -
  "No, thank you," she said, still good-humored. "Entanglements, innocent
  or not, on an expedition like this, they are unwise, don't you agree? And
  I
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 have ... private things to think about when I am by myself." She clapped
 him on the shoulder. "Tomorrow, besides the galley, can I assist in other
 of your duties?"
  Since his hopes had not been especially high, they were not dashed. He
  beamed. " 'Auwz- no ho'i 61' By all manner of means."
  Tyra left him and went down a corridor. The ship throbbed around her, an
  underlying susurrus of ventilators, mechanisms, power. Dorcas came the
  opposite way. They halted. "How do you do," the mate greeted. Her
  expression was reserved.
 "Hallo," Tyra responded. "Are you in a hurry?"
  Dorcas unbent to the extent of a lopsided grin. "In space we have time
  to bum, or else bare microseconds. What can I do for you?"
  "You were so busy earlier, you and Robert, there was no opportunity to
  ask. A minute here, please. I want to be useful aboard. Kam lets me help
  him, but that takes two or three hours a daycycle at most. Can I do
  anything else?"
  Dorcas frowned. I can't think of anything. Most of our work is highly
  skilled."
  I could maybe learn a little, if somebody will teach me. I do have some
  space experience."
  "That will be up to the somebody, subject to the captain's okay. We have
  an ample supply of books, music, shows, games. 11
  I brought my own. Finally, I thought, I shall read War and Peace.
  But-well, thank you. Don't worry, I will be all right."
  "Feel free. But do not interfere." Dorcas stared unblinkingly into Tyra's
  gaze. "You understand, I'm sure.
  "Of course. I will try to annoy nobody. Thank you." They parted.
  Those on mass detector watch didn't count, unless something registered
  in the globe. Then anyone else got out of the chamber fast. Tyra found
  Carita seated
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 there, smoking a cigar-the air was blue and acridwhile she played go with
 the computer. "Well, hi!" the jinxian cried. Teeth flashed startling white
 in her midnight visage. "On free orbit, are you? C'mon in."
  "I thought you might care to talk," said the Wunderlander, shyer than
  erstwhile. "But it is not needful." Oh, Lord, for me it's a breath of fresh
  beer. Dullest chore in the galaxy, this side of listening to an Ecotheist
  preacher. And the damn machine always beats me. Hey, don't look near that
  unshuttered port. We'd have to screw your eyeballs back in and hang your
  brain out to dry."
  "I know about hyperspace." Tyra flowed into the second chair.
  "Yes, you have knocked around a fair amount, haven't you?"
 "Part of my work."
  I globbed a disc of yours before we left. Put it through the translator and
  read it yesterday. In English, Astrid's Purple Subnwrine."
 "That is for children."
  "What of it? Fun. When I got to the part where the teddy bear has to sit on
  the safety valve of the steam telephone, I laughed my molars loose. I'll
  keep the book for whatever kids I may eventually have. "
 "Thank you." A silence fell.
  Carita blew a smoke ring and said softly, "You're a cheerful one, aren't
  you? That takes grit, in a situation like yours. Because you've never put
  aside what happened to your parents, have you? I imagine you always dreamed
  of going out on your father's trail."
  Tyra shrugged. "The tragedy is in the past. Whatever comes of it is in the
  future. Meanwhile, he would be the last person who wanted me to mope."
  "And you've more life in you than most. Yank me down if I pry, but I can't
  help wondering why you've never married."
 "Oh, I did. Twice."
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 Carita waited.
  Tyra glanced past her. I may as well tell you. We shall be shipmates for
  a time that may grow long and a little dangerous. I married first soon
  after the liberation. It was a mistake. He was born in space, he had
  spent his life as a Resistance fighter. I was young and, and impulsive
  and worshipped him for a hero." She sighed. "He was, is not a bad man.
  But he was too much used to violence and to being obeyed."
 "Yeah, you wouldn't take kindly to that."
  "No. My second husband was several years later. An engineer, who had
  traveled and done great things in space before he settled on Wunderland.
  A good man, he, strong, gentle. But I found-we discovered together, time
  by time, that he no longer cared to explore things. He was content with
  what he had, with his routines. I grew restless until-there was someone
  else. That ended, but by then it had broken the marriage." Tyra sighed.
  "Poor Jonas. He deserved better. But he was not too sad. I was his third
  wife. He is now happy with his fourth."
  "So you've had other fellows in between and afterward. "
  "Well, yes." Tyra flushed. "Not many. I do not hunt them."
  "No, no, I never said you do. Besides, I'd look silly perched on a
  moralistic fence. Still," Carita murmured, "older men generally, eh?"
 "Do you care for puppies?" Tyra snapped.
  "I'm sorry. I mean well, but Kam says that for me ,tact' is a four-letter
  word. Traid he's right. Uh, you here after anything in particular, or
  just to chat? You're welcome either way."
  Tyra relaxed somewhat. "Both. I would like to know you folk better."
 Carita grinned. "To put us in a book?"
  Tyra smiled back. "If you permit. This journey will become big news when
  we return. I think I can tell
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 it in such a way that your privacy is protected but it gives you publicity
 that will help your business."
  "Which could sure use help. Don't feel guilty about any risks. You're
  paying, and we went in with our eyes wide open, radiating the light of pure
  greed." Carita paused. "Yes, I guess you are the right writer for us."
 "I want more to know you as, as human beings."
  "And we to know you. Okay. We've got a couple weeks ahead of us before the
  trip gets interesting, except for whatever we can stir up amongst our-
  selves. What else is on your agenda today?"
  I would liefer have a part in this ship than be idle and passive. You know
  I help Kam. M-m, do you mind?"
  "Finagle, nol" Carita chortled. "Why should I? No claims. I warn you, he'll
  try to get you in his bunk. Or is that a warning? He's pretty good."
  "Thank you, but I shall ... respect your territory." Tyra hastened onward.
  "The thought came to me, another thing I might help with. This watch you
  are keeping. It demands very little, no?"
  "If only it did demand. Hours and hours of nothing. And till we replace
  Juan Yoshii, the spells are longer than ever." Carita's cigar jabbed air.
  "You're volunteering? I wish you could. Unfortunately, it's not quite as
  easy as it appears."
  I know. I did research for a script, a while ago, and remember. In the
  unlikely event that the detector registers a significant mass, the person
  must know exactly what to do, and do it at once. But the list of actions
  that may be required is short and rather simple. Give me instructions and
  some simulator practice, and I believe I could pass any test." Tyra smiled
  again. I would want you should be satisfied first I can handle the job.
  This ship carries something precious, namely me."
  Thick hand tugged heavy chin. "It tempts, it tempts. ... But no. I learned
  how. That doesn't mean I'm
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 qualified to teach how. Same for Kam. You see, the academies require that
 an instructor have experience of command. They're right. This is a psionic
 dingus. The trainee needs close exposure to a personality who knows how
 everything aboard a ship bleshes together." Carita brightened. "Ask Bob
 or Dorcas. Either of them could. And hoo-ha, do I want them to!"
 "Thank you, I will." Tyrds voice vibrated.
  "Fine. But let's get sociable, okay? For me right now, that's a big
  service. Care for a seegar? I thought not. Well, here's a box of Kam's
  excellent cookies."
  Reminiscences wandered. Inevitably they led to the present enterprise,
  the wish that drove it. By then the women felt enough at ease that Carita
  could murmur, "Every girl's first sweetheart is her daddy, but you were
  only eight when you lost yours. And nevertheless-he must have been one
  hell of a man."
  "He was," Tyra answered as low. "I dare to hope he is."
  A while later, she left. Bound for the cubicle known as her stateroom,
  this time she encountered Saxtorph. He waved expansively at her. She
  stopped. He did, too. "Anything you want, Tyra?" he inquired.
  She met his look. "Robert, will you teach me to stand mass detector
  watch?"
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  From a hundred-kilometer distance, Rover sent her robot prospector around
  the thing she had tracked down. The little machine circled close, taking
  readings, storing data. When behind the sphere, it steered itself, with
  sufficient judgment to stay well clear of the radiation streaming forth
  from one site there. Otherwise Saxtorph kept in radio rapport, his computer
  helping him devise the orders he issued. From time to time the prospector
  transmitted, downloading what it had gathered. At length Saxtorph had it
  land on the surface. Capable of hundred-gravity acceleration, the robot
  could also make feather-soft contact. Presently he ventured to have it
  apply its dynamic analyzer, attempting sonic, electronic, and radiation
  soundings plus measurements of several different moduli.
  Mostly it drew blank. This material was nothing like the asteroids and
  moons that it was meant to study. A few experiments yielded values, but
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 well suited for a tour of inspection. Saxtorph recalled it to his ship.
  "At any rate, the side away from the firebeam should be safe for people,"
  he said. "Okay, I'm on my way.
  " 'Should be' isn't quite the same as 'is,' " Ryan objected.
  The captain ignored him. I could use a partner." He glanced at Carita.
  She nodded avidly.
  After some unavoidable argument and essential preparations, they left.
  Saxtorph deemed that taking the boat, a comparatively large and ungainly
  object, was hazardous. They flitted in spacesuits.
  The nearer they drew to the objective, the more the mystery deepened for
  them. Its horizon arcing across nearly half their sky, the starlit
  surface became a pitted bare plain on which crouched outlandish bulks,
  soared skeletal spires, sprawled shadowy labyrinths. Soon Rover seemed
  as remote as Earth. Breath sounded harsh in helmets, pulsebeats loud in
  motors, pumps, and bloodstreams.
  The man pressed the control for a radar reading. Numbers appeared. He
  made his command carefully prosaic: "Brake, hold position, and wait for
  further instructions. I'm going down."
  "I still say I should," Carita answered. "We can't spare you.
  "Sure you can, while you've got Dorcas." That was why his wife stayed
  behind, though he'd had to pull rank to make her do it.
  "Your vectors are correct for landing," she informed him from her post
  aboard. The ship tracked the flyers with a precision they themselves
  could not match. Probably he alone heard the tremor in her voice.
 It filled Tyra's: "Be careful, Robert, oh, be carefull"
  "Quiet," Dorcas snapped. She hadn't wanted the Wunderlander in the
  circuit. Ryan wasn't; he kept lookout at the main observation panel. But
  Tyra had
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 appealed to Saxtorph. Not sniveling or anything; a simple request. When she
 wanted to, though, she could charm the stripes off a skunk.
 "I'm sorry," she said.
  The captain set his thrusters and boosted. Acceleration tugged briefly. As
  he turned and slowed, giddiness whirled through him. He was used to it, his
  reflexes compensated, it passed. His bootsoles touched solidity and he
  stood on the thing.
  Rather, he floated. A few tens of millions of tons, concentrated some eight
  kilometers below him, exerted no gravity worth mentioning. He directed
  thruster force upward and increased it until he was pressed down hard
  enough that he could stand or walk low-gee fashion. This adjustment he made
  most slowly and cautiously, a fraction at a time. Untold ages had eroded
  the hollow shell, wearing away its strength until a rock traveling at mere
  KPS could drive a hole through. Of course, that might mean resistance equal
  to ordinary armor plate, but it might be considerably less, if not
  everywhere then at certain points; and he could have happened to land at
  one of those points.
  Otherwise the stuff kept unbelievable properties. Measurements taken on the
  escaping radiation showed what an inferno raged inside. Yet on this
  opposite hemisphere, a glance at instruments on his vambrace confirmed the
  findings made by the robot. Nothing was coming off but infrared at a
  temperature hardly above ambient.
  Saxtorph realized he had been holding his breath. He let it out in a gust.
  His ribs ached, his sweat stank. Why had he undertaken the flit, anyway?
  Well, it was irresistible. Nobody felt able to leave without exploring just
  a little bit more. And after all, you never knew; a search could turn up a
  clue to Peter Nordbo's fate.
  Saxtorph made for a surrealistic jumble of pipes, reticulations, and
  clustered globules. Dust, -inillime-
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 ters thick, scuffed up in ghost-wisps wherever his boots struck. After
 several leaps, he halted. "Okay, Carita, come join the fun. Don't land,
 remember. Stay a few meters above and behind me, on the alert. "
  "You're afraid maybe I'll take a nap?" the crewman gibed. Edged with their
  luminance, her spacesuit arrowed across the stars.
  I suppose we shouldn't crack jokes in the presence of something ancient and
  inscrutable, Saxtorph thought. We should be duly awed, reverent, and
  exalted. To hell with that. We've got a job to do. I hope Tyra will
  understand, when she writes this up.
  Of course she will. She's our own sort. If her whole life didn't prove it
  already, the past couple of weeks sure did.
  Saxtorph neared the complex. At hover, Carita directed a search beam as he
  desired, supplementing his flash. Undiflused, the brightness flowed like
  water over a substance that was not rock nor metal nor anything the humans
  knew. They both operated cameras as well as instruments, while their suits
  transmitted to the ship. Saxtorph's eyes strained.
  "I think the microcraters everywhere were formed in the last hundred
  million years, plus or minus x," he said. "Otherwise we'd see much more
  overlap."
  "You're supposing the construction is older than that, then," Carita
  deduced.
  "It certainly is," Dorcas told them from the ship. "The computer just
  finished evaluating our data on the dust. Isotope ratios prove it's been
  collecting for a minimum of two billion years, likely more." After a
  moment: "Incidentally, that suggests cosmic radiation isn't what weakened
  the shell to the point where impacts started leaving pockmarks and at last
  a big one broke through. The radiation inside must be mainly responsible.
  But if it hasn't done more damage, well, the thing was built to last."
  Besides, Saxtorph said, "if I've got any feeling
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 for machinery, this hears every earmark of tnuctipun work."
  "How can you tell?" Carita asked. Her words sounded thin. Ordinarily she
  would have kept silence, except for business and an occasional wisecrack,
  but the weirdness had shaken her a bit, roused a need to talk. Saxtorph
  sympathized. "What do we know about the Slaver era? What little the
  bandersnatchi remember, or believe they do, and what got learned from the
  thrint that came out of stasis for a short while, before they got it
  bottled again."
  "That includes a smidgin of technical information, and a lot of thinking
  has been done about it ever since," he reminded her. "I've studied the
  subject some. It interests me. Come on."
  He bounded ahead to the next aggregation and examined it as best he
  cursorily could.
  And the next and the next and the next. Time ceased to exist. He drank
  from his water tube, stuffed rations through his chow1ock, excreted into
  his disposer, without noticing. He had become pure search. Sturdily,
  Carita followed. She made no attempt to call halt, nor did anyone aboard
  ship. The quest had seized them all.
  Monkey curiosity, Saxtorph thought once, fleetingly. The kzinti would
  sneer. But they'd examine this, too, in detail, till they used up every
  possibility of discovery that was in their equipment and their brains.
  Because to them it'd spell power,
 The knowledge was chill: It is a terrible weapon.
  I suspect it's one of a kind," he said. "Humans and their acquaintances
  haven't found any mini-black holes yet, and that hasn't been for lack of
  looking. They're bound to be uncommon."
  "Yes," Dorcas agreed. "The tnuctipun doubtless came on this one by
  chance. I'd guess that was after they'd rebelled. They saw how to use it
  against the Slavers. Otherwise, if they'd built the machine around it
  earlier, the Slavers would have been in possession,
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 and might have quelled the uprising early on. They might be alive today."
 Carita shuddered audibly. "A black hole--Z'
  It could only be that. Mass, dimensions, radiation spectrum, everything
  fitted astrophysical theory. Peter Nordbo had recorded the idea in his
  notes, but he couldn't reconcile it with the sudden apparition in the
  heavens. The tumbling shell and the meteoroid gap accounted for that.
  Perhaps while they were here the kzinti, under his guidance, had found
  indirect ways to study the interior, the eerie effects of so mighty a
  gravitation on space-time. But Rover's crew already had ample data to be
  confident of what it was they confronted.
  Burnt out, a giant star collapses into a form so dense, infinitely dense
  at the core singularity, that light itself can no longer escape its grip.
  The minimum mass required is about three Sols. Today. In the first
  furious instants of creation, immediately after the Big Bang,
  immeasurably great forces were at play. Where they chanced to
  concentrate, they had the power to compress any amount of mass, however
  small, into the black hole state. It must have happened, over and over.
  Countless billions must have formed, a few large, most diminutive.
  In the universe of later epochs, they are not stable. Quantum tunneling
  causes them to give off particles, matter and antimatter, which mutually
  annihilate. For a body of stellar size, the rate of evaporation is
  negligible. But it increases as the body shrinks. Ever faster and more
  fiercely does the radiation go, until in a final supernal eruption the
  remnant vanishes altogether. Nearly every black hole made in the be-
  ginning has thus, long since, departed.
  This one had been just big enough to survive to the present day. Applying
  what theory the ship's database contained, Dorcas had made some
  estimates. Three or four billion years ago it was radiating with about
  half its current intensity. Its mass, equal to a
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 minor asteroid's, was now packed inside an event horizon with a diameter
 less than that of an atomic nucleus. Another 50,000 years or so remained
 until the end.
  Carita rallied. "A weapon?" she asked. "How could that be?"
  "Your mind isn't as nasty as mine," Saxtorph replied absently. His
  attention was on high lattices, surrounding a paraboloid (?), which grew
  out of the shell where he stood. Their half-familiarity chewed at him.
  Almost, almost, he knew them.
  "What else could it be?" Dorcas said. "A power source for peaceful use?
  Awkward and unnecessary when you have fusion, let alone total conversion.
  As a weapon, though, the thing is hideous. Invulnerable. Open a port, and
  a beam shoots out that no screen can protect against. At a minimum,
  electronics are scrambled and personnel get a lethal dose. No missile can
  penetrate that defense; if it manages to approach, it will be vaporized
  before it strikes. Sail through an enemy fleet, with death in your wake.
  Pass near any fbrt and leave corpses manning armament in ruins. Cruise
  low around a planet and sterilize it at your leisure."
 "Then why didn't the tnuctipun win?"
  "We'll never know. But they can only have had this one. That was scarcely
  decisive. And ... the war exterminated both races. Perhaps the crew here
  heard they were the Last of their kind, and went elsewhere to die."
  Saxtorph caught Tyra's whisper: "While the black hole, the machine,
  drifted through space for billions of years-" The Wunderlander raised her
  voice: "I am sorry. I should not interrupt. But do you not overlook
  something?"
  "What?" Dorcas sounded edgy. As well she might be after these many hours,
  Saxtorph told himself.
  "How could the tnuctipun bring the weapon to bear?" Tyra asked. "The
  black hole was orbiting free
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 in interstellar space, surely, light-years from anywhere. The mass is huge
 to accelerate."
  "They could have harnessed its own energy output to a polarizer system."
  "Really? Is that enough, to get it to a destination fast enough to be
  useful?"
  Smart girl, Saxtorph thought. She hasn't got the figures at her
  fingertips, but those fingers have a good, firm, sensitive hold on
  reality.
 "Through hyperspace," Dorcas clipped.
  "Forgive me," Tyra said. "I do not mean to be a nuisance. You must know
  more about tnuctipun technology than I do. But I studied what I was able.
  Is it not true that their hyperdnive was crude? It would not work before
  the vessel was moving close to light speed. This Genstand has ordinary
  velocity, in the middle of empty space."
 .. That is a shrewd question," Dorcas admitted.
  "A real fox question," Saxtorph said. He was coming out of his
  preoccupation, aware how tired he was but also exuberant, full of love
  for everybody. Well, for most beings. Especially his comrades. "It could
  stonker our whole notion. Except I believe I've found the answer. There
  is in fitet a hyperdrive engine. It's not like anything we know or much
  like any of the hypothetical reconstructions I've seen of tnuctipun
  artifacts. But I believe I can identify it for what it is, or anyhow what
  it does. My guess is that, yes, they could take this black hole through
  hyperspace, emerging with a reasonable intrinsic velocity that a gravity
  drive could then change to whatever they needed for combat purposes."
  "How, when every ship must first move so fast?" Tyra wondered.
  "I am only guessing, mind you. But think." Despite physical exhaustion,
  Saxtorph's brain had seldom run like this. Talking to her was a burst of
  added stimulation. "Speed means kinetic energy, right? That's what the
  Slaver hyperdrive depended
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 on, kinetic energy, not speed in itself. Well, here you've got a terrific
 energy concentration, so-and-so fitntastically many joules per mean cubic
 centimeter. If the tnuctipun invented a way to feed it to their quantum
 jumper, they'd be in business."
 I see. Yes. Robert, you are brilliant."
  "Naw. I may be dead wrong. The tech boys and girls will need months to
  swarm over this gizmo before they can figure it out for sure. They better
  be careful. Considering how well preserved the apparatus is, in spite of
  everything that the black hole inside and the universe outside could do,
  I wouldn't be surprised but what that hyperdrive is still in working
  order."
  "More powerful than ever," Dorcas breathed. "The black hole has been
  evolving."
  "Brrrl" Carita exclaimed. "Knock it off, will you? If the ratcats got
  hold of it-" She yelped. "But they were herel Weren't they? How much did
  they learn? How come they didn't whoop home to Alpha Centauri with this
  thing and scrub our fleet out of space?"
  "Even taking its time, what a single expedition could find out would be
  limited, I should think," Dorcas said. Her tone went metallic. "We,
  though, the human species, we'd better make certain."
  "Yah," Saxtorph concurred. He shook himself in his armor. "Listen, I
  decree we're past the point of diminishing returns today. Let's head
  back, Carita, have a hot meal and a stiff drink, and sleep for ten or
  twelve hours. Then I have some ideas about our next move.
  "Wow-hool" his companion caroled, uneasiness shoved aside. "I thought
  you'd decided to home-stead. Say, ever consider how lucky the tnuctip,
  race was, not speaking English? Spell the name backwards-~'
  "Never mind," Saxtorph sighed. "Compute your vectors and boost."
 Bound for Rover, he felt as if he were awakening
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 fi-om a dream. In the time lately past, he had experienced in fiill
 something that had rarely and barely touched him before, the excitement of
 the scientist. It had been a transcendence. How did that line or two of
 poetry go? "Some watcher of the skies, when a new planet swims into his ken.
 " Or a new star, small and strange, foredoomed, yet waxingly radiant; and
 the archaeology of a civilization vast and vanished. Now he returned to his
 ordinary self.
  He ached, his tongue was a block of wood, his eyelids were sandpaper, but
  he rejoiced. By God, he had seen Truth naked, and She took him by the hand
  and led him beyond himself, into Her own countryl It wouldn't happen again,
  he supposed; and that was as well. He wasn't built for it. But this once it
  did happen.
  When he and Carita completed airlock cycle, their shipmates were waiting
  for them. Dorcas embraced him. "Welcome, welcome," she said tenderly.
  "Thanks." He looked past her shoulder. How bright was Tyra's hair against
  the bulkhead. His brain hadn't yet stopped leapfrogging. "We've got facts
  to go on," he blurted. "Knowing what the kzinti found, we can make a pretty
  good guess at what they did. And where they are. With your dad."
 "O-o-oh-" the Wunderlander gasped.
  He disengaged. She sprang forward, seized, and kissed him.
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  When the kzinti again drew Peter Nordbo into time, his first clear thought
  was: Hulda, Tyra, Ib. More than twenty years now. Do you live? I almost
  wish not, I who come home after helping our masters arm themselves for the
  enslavement of all humanity. Forgive me, my darlings. I had no choice.
  "Up," growled the one that hulked above him. "The commander wants you. Why,
  I don't know."
  Nordbo blinked, bewildered. Through the gloom in the chamber he recognized
  the kzin. It wasn't the technician in charge of such tasks, it was one of
  the fire-control ratings. Their designation translated roughly as "Gunner."
  What had gone on? A fight, a killing? The crew were disciplined and the
  discoveries at the black hole had kept them enthusiastic; nevertheless,
  after months in close quarters, tempers grew foul and quarrels flared.
  Well he knew. He bore several scars from the claws of individuals who took
  anger out on him. They were punished, though no disabling injury was in-
  
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 flicted. Nor had torture left him crippled, being carefully administered.
 He was too useful to damage without cause.
  "Movel" Gunner hauled him from the box and flung him to the deck. There
  was mercy in the wave of physical yain that swept from the impact. For
  a moment it rowned every other awareness.
  It faded, Nordbo remembered anew, he crept to his feet and hobbled off.
  The corridor stretched empty and silent. How utterly silent. The rustle
  of ventilators sounded loud. Dread sharpened in him and cut the last
  dullness away. A-shiver, he reached the observation turret and entered.
  Only the heavens illuminated it.
  No suns of Alpha Centauri shone before him, no constellations whatsoever.
  Around a pit of lightlessness, blue stars clustered thinly. As he stared
  aft he saw more, whose colors changed through yellow to red; but behind
  the ship yawned another darkness rimmed with embers.
  Aberration and Doppler effect, he recognized. We haven't slowed down yet,
  we're flying ballistic at half the speed of light. Why have they revived
  me early? They didn't expect to. I'd served my purpose. No, their
  purpose. I could merely pray that when their scientists on Wunderland
  finished interrogating me, I'd be released to take up any rags of my life
  that were left. Unless it makes more sense to pray for death.
  Yiao-Captain poised athwart the stranger sky. Its radiances gleamed icy
  on eyeballs and fangs. His ears stood unfolded but his tail switched.
  "You are not where you think you are," he rumbled. "Twenty-two years have
  passed, "-Nordbo's mind automatically rendered the timespan into human
  units-~'and we are bound for our Father Sun."
  The shock was too great. It could not register at once. Nordbo heard
  himself say, "May I ask for an explanation?"
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  Did Yiao-Captain's curtness mask pain of his own? "We were about three
  years en route back to Alpha Centauri. " After half a year at the black
  hole. "A message came. It told of a fleet from Sol, invading the system
  and shattering our forces. Somehow the humans have gained a capability
  of traveling faster than light. No ship without it can win against the
  least of theirs. We must inevitably lose these planets. It must already
  have happened when Snapping Sherrek received the beam.
  "When I was roused and informed, naturally I did not propose to continue
  there, bringing my great news to the enemy. I ordered our forward
  velocity quenched and the last of our delta v applied to send us home."
  At one-half c, a trip of nearly six decades. Nordbo's thoughts trickled
  vague and slow. Can't stop at the far end. Hurtle on till the last
  reserve mass has been converted, the screen fields go out, and the wind
  of our passage through the medium begins to crumble us. Unless first
  another ship matches speed and takes us off. I daresay they'll try, once
  they have an idea of what this crew can tell.
  It jolted: Faster than light? We had no means, nothing but some
  mathematical hints in quantum theory and the knowledge that the thrintun
  could do it, billions of years ago-knowledge that led this expedition to
  conclude that the art&& is indeed a gigantic hyperdrive spacecraft
  powered by the black hole it surrounds. But how did the means come so
  suddenly to my race?
  A thunderbolt: Wunderland is freel My folk have been free for eighteen
  yearsl
  NightFall: While I am captive on the Flying Dutchman among the demons
  that sail it.
  Yiao-Captain's voice rolled on: "If the humans do not find what we did,
  and if we can inform the Patriarchy of it, victory may yet be ours. Not
  from
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 the alien vessel alone, irresistible though it be, but from what our
 engineers will learn."
  Was he boasting, or trying to reassure himself? Certainly the words were
  unnecessary. Even without Nordbo's intellectual cooperation, the kzin known
  as Chief Physicist and his team had traced circuits, computed probable
  effects, inferred that the most plausible purpose was to achieve the
  relationship of wave functions which theory said might throw matter into a
  hypothetical hyperspace. They had actually identified an installation that
  appeared to be an activator of the entire system. Yiao-Captain had had to
  exert authority to keep three young members of the group from throwing what
  they thought was the main switch. Much more study was called for, a
  complete plan of the whole, before any such action was justifiable. Else
  they could well lose the whole treasure, construct and knowledge alike.
  "We are continuously transmitting, over and over, the entire set of data we
  did acquire, together with our ideas about it, on a beam directed forward,"
  the commander proceeded.
  The merest fraction of what is there to discover, commented the remote part
  of Nordbo, yet an enormous load of information, words, numbers, equations,
  diagrams, pictures, everything we got at a cost of seven kzinti lives and
  the price I paid. But perhaps the beam, dopplered though its waves are,
  Will register on someone's communicator.
  "The likelihood of its being noticed, even when it reaches Kzin, is very
  small, of course," Yiao-Captain said. "We send it because it does go faster
  than we, and may perchance convey our word, should we perish along the way.
  Otherwise, we shall surely be detected as we near the home planets, and
  receivers will be adjusted to hear what we then broadcast. Meanwhile we
  stand three-month watches in pairs. More would be intolerable, would lead
  to hatred and deadly clashes, over so long a voyage. It is again my
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 turn. Gunner is poor company. That is best; we need not see each other much,
 as I would have to do were he of a rank entitled to courtesy. But the time
 grows wearisome. Finally I have had you wakened. Maybe we can talk.
 Certainly we can play chess."
  Realization was draining downward from Nordbo's forebrain, along the
  nerves, into blood and marrow. He barely swallowed his vomit. It burned
  gullet and belly.
  Almost, he screamed aloud: Yes, whistle your pet monkey to you. Get what
  amusement you can out of the sorry creature. In the end, after he begins to
  bore you, disembowel him with a swipe of claws and eat the fresh, dripping
  meat. Enjoy.
  Did you enjoy watching me under the torture? Your eyes shone, ears lay
  back, tongue ran over lips. No, it was not for pleasure in itself. It was
  to make me recant my refusal to work any more for you, after it became
  clear that what we were investigating was a monstrous weapon. You may have
  regretted it a little. But naturally the spectacle spoke to your instincts.
  I cheated them, Yiao-Captain. I yielded within minutes. As for your
  contempt, inwardly I laughed. It was not the pain that changed my mind, nor
  the threat of mutilation and death. It was the hope of returning home, to
  stand once more between you and my Hulda, my children, my folk. Yes, also
  the crazy hope that somehow I might smuggle a warning off to Sol.
  Afterward, yes, I worked for you again, but I told you of no more
  inspirations, insights, ideas worth trying. I did nothing, really, that a
  robot could not. What else can you expect from a slave, Yiao-Captain? Love?
  The kzin's tone softened. "I know this is a stormwind upon you. You will
  need a while to regain balance. Go. Rest, think. Come back to me when you
  feel ready. -
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 Nordbo stumbled from him.
  Grief welled up: I have lost you for always, my beloved.
  Bleak joy: You are free. We can outpace light. Surely our fleets went on
  to defeat the kzinti everywhere and ram peace down their throats.
  Despair: But no secret has ever stayed long under lock and key. Someday,
  somehow, they too will gain the knowledge. This ship bears news that may
  well help them to it. We did conclude that the machine englobing the
  black hole is tnuctipun and is meant to pass it through hyperspace. We
  think we identified the activator. We could not puzzle out more than the
  likeliest-looking procedure for starting it up, and we have no idea how
  to set a course or stop a destination. But a later expedition, better
  equipped, with up-to-date physicists, ought to learn much more than we
  did.
 Wrath: "We!" As if this were my band!
  Shame: For a while it came near being so. I was captivated. In the work,
  I could forget my loss for hours at a time. But then I began to see what
  the thing must be
  Horror: A part of the arsenal that destroyed intelligent life throughout
  this galactic sector, those billions of years ago. Shall it fall into
  kzinti hands?
  Logic: Oh, by itself it might not prove decisive, come (God take pity on
  us) the next war. But it would kill many. Worse, it would lead the kzinti
  to the hyperdrive; or, if they have that by now, it could well suggest
  improvements that make their ships irresistibly superior to ours. And who
  can be certain that that would be all it did?
 Agony: And I am helpless, helpless.
 Revelation: NO!
  Through a time beyond time, Nordbo stood amidst lightnings. And the
  remnant were slain with the stvord of him that sat upon the horse-
 Apocalypse opened itself to metal, silence, and
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 unseen stars; but the hand of the Lord was upon him. Somewhere a voice
 quavered that he had better take nourishment, sleep, recover his full
 strength, while watching for the best chance. He scorned it into extinction.
 He would never be stronger than now. Surprise, and a will that had given
 doubt no days or weeks to corrode it, were his only allies.
  With long strides he made his way to the workshop. Every sense thrilled
  preternaturally keen. A bulkhead bore furrows where a kzin in a rage had
  scratched the facing. Air from the ventilators blew warm, a tinge of ozone
  cleansing a ratcat taint become slight. His feet thudded on the deck, the
  impacts went up through his bones. His mouth was no longer dry, but
  hunter-wet. He had bitten his tongue and tasted the salt blood. His heart
  beat steady, powerful. His fingers flexed, making ready.
  Though the shop was dark, cramful of stored equipment, he had no trouble
  finding his toolbox. Things clattered as he went after the knife he had
  made and left buried at the bottom. The kzinti had never suspected; else he
  would have become meat. He drew it forth. Heavy in his grasp, blade about
  thirty centimeters by two, it was crude, a piece of scrap surreptitiously
  sawed, hammered, and filed, a haft of plastic riveted to the tang; but
  patience had given it a microtome edge. He discarded the improvised sheath
  and held the steel behind his back when he went out. Barehanded, a kzin
  could take a man apart, and speed as well as strength was why. Nordbo
  didn't plan to waste time drawing.
  Nor had he any qualms of conscience. The odds against him were huge enough
  without the beasts he hunted being prepared for him.
  He found Gunner slumped sullen in the den that corresponded to a human
  ship's saloon. The kzin watched a drama which Nordbo recognized as classic.
  Maybe he'd seen the popular repertory too often and was desperate for
  entertainment. In the screen,
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 Chrung was attacking an enemy stronghold, wielding an ax on its parapet.
 Gunner was moderately interested. He did not notice the man who glided
 forward until Nordbo reached his shoulder.
  The massive head turned. Lips pulled from fangs, irritation that might
  flash into murder frenzy, did the intruder not grovel and plead. Nordbo's
  hand came around, machine precise. He drove his knife through the right
  eye, upward into the brain.
  Gunner bellowed. Nordbo cast himself against the great body. His left
  hand clung to the fur while his right twisted the knife. An arm scythed
  past him, reflex that would have laid him open were he in its path. He
  worked his blade to and fro. Abruptly he clutched limpness. The kzin
  sagged to the deck. Death-stench rose fetid.
  Nordbo withdrew the knife and stepped aside. Not much blood ran from the
  socket at his feet. He had hoped for a silent kill. Well, that he had
  killed at all was remarkable. Next he must repeat it or die trying. He
  felt no fear, nor gladness or even anger. His mind was the control center
  of the mechanism that was himself.
  He wouldn't get a second opportunity like this. A spear, a crossbow-a
  daydream. He glanced about. Their food being synthetic, these travelers
  had adopted the Wunderlander fashion of tablecloths. The gory play
  continued in the screen. It stirred memory of things watched or read at
  home, historical sociology and fiction. The trick he recalled must
  require long practice to be done right, but a man who had pitched tents
  and hoisted sails shouldn't be too inept. Heavy feet sped along the
  passageway outside. Nordbo took a comer of the napery in his left hand.
  He snapped the fabric, to gain some feeling for its behavior.
  Yiao-Captain burst into the den. "What's wrong?" he roared while he
  slammed to a halt. His look blazed across the corpse and the man who
  stood
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 beyond it, knife reddened. Insolent past belief, the man shook a rag at him
 and grinned.
  For a whole second, sheer stupefaction held YiaoCaptain immobile. Then fury
  exploded. He screamed and leaped.
  Nordbo swayed aside. The giant orange body arced across the space where the
  cloth rippled. It slipped aside. As the kzin passed, Nordbo hewed.
  Yiao-Captain hit the bulkhead. It groaned and buckled. The kzin bounded off
  the deck and rushed. Nordbo was drifting toward the door. Again his
  capework saved him, though a leg brushed his and made him stagger. Yet he
  had gotten a stab into the neck.
  He reached the corridor. "Blunderfootl" he shouted in the kzinti language.
  "Eater of sthondat dungl Come get me if you darel" His trick would soon
  fail him unless he kept his antagonist amok.
  Yiao-Captain charged. Blood marked his trail, pumped out of the rents
  beneath ribs and jaws. Nordbo cut him. Leaping by, he closed teeth on
  fabric. Nordbo nearly lost it. He slashed it across and saved half.
  Scarlet spouted. My God, I got a major vein, Nordbo realized. Yiao-Captain
  turned. He lurched and mewled, but he attacked. Nordbo retreated. Flick
  cape over eyeballs, once, twice, thrice. Blindly, Yiao-Captain went past.
  Nordbo sliced his tail off.
  Yiao-Captain came back around. He crumpled to his knees, to all fours.
  Snarling, he crawled at the man. Nordbo backed up, easily keeping ahead of
  him.
  Yiao-Captain stopped. He stared. The raw whisper held a sudden gentleness.
  Or puzzlement? "Speaker for Humans, I ... I liked you. I thought ... you
  liked ... me. . . . " He collapsed. His death struggle took several
  minutes.
  The ship is mine, said the computer in Nordbo's head. Not that I can do
  anything with it. Except, of
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 course, shut off the beameast. And wait. Recycling is operative; plenty
 of food and water. Including kzin steaks, if I want. I can break into the
 small arms locker and shoot them where they lie. But probably that's too
 ugly an act. I am not a kzin, I am a man.
  Otherwise I wait. Forty or more years till I reach their sun. I will
  occupy myself, handicrafts, study of what's in the database, love letters
  to Hulda. Meditation, maybe. For something may yet happen to set me free.
  The one sure way to lose all hope is to give up all hope.
  Rationality fell apart. He retched and began to shake, miserably cold.
  Reaction. Let him go sleep and sleep and sleep. Afterward he would eat
  something, and clean up this mess, and settle down into solitude.
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  In galactic space a sun is a mote, a planet wellnigh infinitesimal. How
  then to find a spacecraft falling through light-years?
  "Ve haff our met'ods," boasted Saxtorph. Begin by reasoning. The kzinti
  would not stay longer at the black hole than it took to learn everything
  they were able; and they were doubtless not extremely well chosen or well
  outfitted for scientific research. Having shot a beam at Alpha Centauri,
  describing what they had done and recommending a proper expedition,
  they'd start after it. Presently they'd receive word that the system was
  falling to an armada from Sol. Consider the dates of events, assume
  they'd been some months at work before they set forth, figure in
  acceleration time, and you conclude that they got the news about a third
  of the way along their course. What would they then plausibly do? Why,
  make for 61 Ursae Majoris, the star that Kzin itself orbits, the world
  that spawned their breed. just as likely, they'd spend their engine
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 to a full half c, and now be moving at approximately that speed. Calculate
 the trajectory.
  Your answer will reflect the uncertainties in your guesstimates. What you
  get is not a curve but a cone. The ship is somewhere near the top, which
  leaves you with a volume still so enormous that random search is a fool's
  errand.
  However, space is not empty. The interstellar medium, mostly hydrogen
  with some helium and pinches of higher elements, has a mean density
  equivalent to about one proton per cubic centimeter. An object passing
  through it at 150,000 klicks per second hits a lot of stuff. The X-rays
  given off at these encounters would quickly fry the crew and their
  electronics, save that the screen fields keep the gas at a distance from
  the hull and guide it into a fairly smooth flow. Nevertheless, the
  perturbation is considerable. Atoms are excited and emit softer quanta.
  The tunnel of near-total vacuum left behind the vessel will take years
  to fill: which means it is correspondingly long. All this shows in the
  radio spectrum from that part of the sky. Sensitive instruments can
  detect it across quite a few parsecs.
  The technique was not original with Saxtorph. The UN Navy had developed
  and employed it during the war. Since Rover was not specially equipped
  for it, he did have to devise modifications. In essence, he went via
  hyperspace from point to precalculated point. At each, his gang took
  readings. Dorcas had written a program that interpreted them. In due
  course, the seekers should get an identification. On that basis they
  could measure a parallax and obtain a fix.
  Saxtorph and Tyra sat by themselves over beers in the saloon. Talk
  ransacked the past, for the future seemed like a wire drawn so taut that
  at any moment it would snap and the sharp ends recoil. "Oh, yes," she
  said, I have been on Silvereyes. It is fascinating. A hundred lifetimes
  were too little for to understand those ecologies."
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 "You were writing about it?" he inquired.
  "What else? One must pay for one's travel somehow. Of course, I knew better
  than to try squeezing a whole world into a book. I looked me around, but
  that which I made my subject was the Cyclops island. "
  "Really? I've got to read your book when we get back. You see, I was there
  myself once. A tourniquet vine damn near did for a shipmate, but we chopped
  her free in time, and otherwise it was, as you say, fascinating. I
  begrudged every minute I was on duty and couldn't explore."
  "You have been everywhere, have you not?" she murmured.
  "No, no, much though I'd like to. Besides, this wasn't my idea. Navy, tail
  end of the war, establishing a just-in-case base. Satellite, but initial
  supplies of air and water and such would come from the ground. "
  Reminiscence went on. "-boats, to check out the surrounding shoals. A
  simple mooring is a timber tethered to a rock. What I could've told those
  clowns, because I'd been in Hawaii, was that they'd picked a chunk of
  volcanic pumice. But I wouldn't've known either that the log was stonewood.
  So they took the ensemble to the mooring place and heaved it overboard, and
  the rock floated while the log sank."
 He always liked the heartiness of Tyra's laughter.
  "Here I've gone again, blathering on about me," he said. "You're a good
  listener-no, a great, a vintage listener-but honest, I set out to hear
  about you. And I really can listen, too."
  She sobered. "I know. Not many men can, or will. You act very everyday,
  Robert, but in truth you are a deep and complicated person."
  "Wrong, wrong. Never mind. I said we should talk about you. Uh, on
  Silvereyes, did you visit the Amanda Lakes region?"
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  "Of course." Tyra sighed. "Beauty that high comes near to hurt, no? At
  least when there is no one to share it with."
 "You had nobody? You should have."
  Her smile was rueful. "Well, I roomed with another woman. Although she
  was pleasant, finally we agreed what a shame that one of us was of the
  wrong sex.
  I.Yah, I daresay it'll become a fiLvorite honeymoon resort." Saxtorph
  stared into his beer stein. "Tyra, none of my business, except we're
  friends. But you rate better than going through life alone the way you're
  doing."
  She reached across the table and laid her hand on his. "You are kind."
  Her voice lowered. "On this journey I have discovered my father was not
  the only man who is a fine creature."
 "Aw, hey~"
  They turned their heads. Tyra pulled her hand back. Dorcas had entered.
  Her slenderness reared over them. "We have a decision to make about the
  next jump point," she said calmly. "It depends on what weight we give the
  last set of data. Will you come and consult, Bob?"
 Saxtorph's chair scraped. " 'Scuse me, Tyra."
  The Wunderlander smiled. "Why should IT' she replied. "What need? You go
  in my cause."
  He tossed off his drink and left with his wife. When they were several
  meters down the corridor, she told him, I lied, you realize. Not to make
  a scene.
  "For Christ's sakel" he exclaimed. "Nothing was going on."
 "I'd prefer to keep it that way."
  "You, jealous?" He forced a chuckle. "Honey, you flatter me."
  "Not exactly. I've watched where things are headed. No bad intentions on
  anybody's part. I continue to
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 like her myself. But, Bob, I'd hate to see you hurt. And I've no reason--so
 far-to wish it on her. As for this team of ours-~' She clutched his forearm.
 Had the muscle been less thick underneath, her fingers would have left
 marks.
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  Weoch-Captain was a thoughtful and self-controlled kzin. Much though he
  lusted to streak directly to his goal, first he pondered the implications
  of what he knew about it. Ideas came to him which he communicated to
  Ress-Chiuu. The High Admiral agreed that his flight plan should be
  changed.
  Therefore Swordbeak cruised about, in and out of hyperspace, day after
  tedious day. It chewed on nerves. The crew grew restless. Quarrels
  exploded. A couple of times they led to figbts. Weoch-Captain disciplined
  the offenders severely; they were long in sickbay and would bear the
  marks for the rest of their lives.
  He had given his officers an explanation. The Swift Hunter that went to
  the unknown body had not been heard of again. If it found the thing, as
  was probable, this would have happened just about when the human armada
  entered the Alpha Centaurian System. That news would have taken five
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 was its best course? Other kzin-held worlds might fA to the enemy before it
 could get to any of them. Wisest was to head directly for the Father Sun,
 especially if the expedition had made worthwhile discoveries. Assuming the
 crew still lived, they were now about a third of the way home. Swordbeak
 ought to search them out and learn what they could tell ' before proceeding.
 Furthermore, such Heroes deserved to know as soon as possible that they were
 not forgotten.
  Every basis for calculation was a matter of guessing. That included,
  especially, the location of the mystery object. The data that Ress-Chiuu's
  informant had been able to pass on were fi-agmentary, maddeningly vague.
  Thus the Swift Hunter's cone of location was immense. But the High Admiral
  had ordered Weoch-Captain's vessel outfitted with the best radio spectrum
  detectors and analyzers that its hull could accommodate.
  So at length his technicians identified a tunnel of passage and placed it
  approximately in space. Prudence dictated that Stvordbeak not attempt
  immediate rendezvous. The precise trajectory and momentary position of the
  other craft remained unclear; and mass moving at half light-speed is
  dangerous. WeochCaptain made for a point about two light-years behind.
  Inside the trail, the technicians could map it exactly and pinpoint his
  target.
 There they picked up a message.
  Weoch-Captain was not totally surprised. In a like situation, he did not
  think he would send a radio beam ahead. The slimy humans might come upon
  it, read it, and jam it. However, the idea of superluminaI travel would
  have been unfamiliar to the expedition members. They would scarcely have
  thought of everything that it meant. If the possibility did occur to them,
  they might well have discounted it, since the probability of interception
  was slight, while the transmission increased by a little the likelihood
  that the
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 Patriarchs would eventually get the news they bore. At any rate,
 Weoch-Captain had provided for the contingency. When he reached the
 tunnel, receivers were open on a wide enough band that they would register
 anything, Doppler-diminished though the waves be.
  They buzzed. A computer got busy. A part of the message unrolled on a
  screen before him.
  He narrowed his eyes. What was this? "-nwterW unknown. Eroded but, except
  where pierced, impervious to radiation-- His finger stabbed at the inter-
  com. The image of Executive Officer appeared. "We have evidently come in
  in the middle of a sending," Weoch-Captain said. "Doubtless the Swift
  Hunter plays a recorded beamcast continuously. I want the entirety of it.
  Have an acquisition program prepared."
 "Immediately, sire."
  'Mock me not," purred the commander. "You know full well that we shall
  have to leap about, snatching pieces here and there, while reception will
  often be poor; and the whole must be fitted together in proper sequence,
  ungarbled where needfid, until it is complete and coherent; and the
  highly technical content will make this a process difficult and slow. Do
  you suggest I am ignorant of communications principles?'
  Executive Officer was a Hero, but he remembered the punishments. "Never,
  sirel I misspoke me. I abase myself before you."
  "Correct." Weoch-Captain switched off. He had not actually taken offense.
  Because he was a cautious leader, he must snatch every opportunity to
  assert dominance.
  Alone, he rose and prowled the control cabin. Its narrowness caged him.
  The real mockery came from the stars in the viewport, multitudes and
  majesty, a hunting ground unbounded. He bared fangs at them. We shall
  range among you yet, he vowed; we shall do with you what we will.
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  Excitement waxed. Clearly the expedition had caught something important,
  something of power. He would persist until he knew everything the message
  told. Then he would seek out the old ship, hear whatever might remain to
  hear, give whatever praise and reassurance were due. And then, informed and
  prepared, he would be off to the goal of all this voyaging.
  His ears lay back. The hair stood up on his body. Let any monkeys that he
  might encounter beware. The kzinti had much to avenge.
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  Once more Rovff came out of hyperspace, and there the fugitive was. A
  computer recognized the inputs to instruments; a chime sounded; an image
  leaped onto a screen. '7hat's it," said Saxtorph quietly in the command
  cabin. The intercom brought him a gasp from Tyra at the mass detector.
  Everybody else was at a duty station, too. "Got to be."
  He increased magnification, and the spark crawling across the
  constellations waxed. Tyra saw the same, on the viewer where she was.
  Optics set limits to what could be reconstructed at a distance of some
  eighty million kilometers, but he made out a blurry lancehead shape
  amidst a comma of bluish light, which trailed aft like a tail, the
  visible part of photons from excited atoms and plasma around the screen
  fields and aft of them. The invisible part was greater, and deadly.
  "The right class of vessel, and just about where she ought to be,"
  Saxtorph added. "Uh, what's her name? I forget."
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  "Khrach-Sherrek," Dorcas supplied. It was in the bit of record and
  recollection that had survived. "A cursorial carnivore on their home
  planet." She didn't normally waste breath on trivia. Anticipated though it
  was, this culmination must have shaken her, too.
  Well, well," came Ryan's voice, overly genial. "That was fun. Now what
  shall we play?"
  "Dada-"wnn,- Tyra whispered. Saxtorph guessed it was unconscious, her pet
  name for her father when she was small. He imagined tears running down her
  cheeks, and wanted to go hold her hand and speak comfort. Her words
  strengthened, not yet quite steady. "Y-yes, that is the proper question.
  Isn't it? How shall we get him out? Have you had any more ideas, Robert?"
  They had discussed it, Of course, over and over, as watch after watch
  dragged by. Yonder vessel couldn't decelerate if the kzinti aboard wanted
  to, and Rover hadn't a decent fraction of the delta v necessary to match
  velocities. In the era of hyperdrive such capabilities were very nearly as
  obsolete as flint axes. If somebody took off in a boat, he'd still have
  that forward speed, and be unable to kill enough of it to help before his
  energy reserve was gone. Not that there'd be any point in trying. A boat's
  screens were totally inadequate against the level of radiation involved.
  He'd be doomed in a second, dead in an hour or two. The craft would become
  an instant derelict, electronics burned out.
  The UN Navy kept a few high-boosters. They had marginal utility for certain
  kinds of research. "Besides," Saxtorph had observed, "all government agen-
  cies hoard stuff to a degree a squirrel or jaybird would envy. They've also
  got quite a lot else in common with squirrels and jaybirds. "
  Rigged with a hyperdrive, such a craft could theoretically come out here,
  spend months building up her vector, at last draw close, mesh fields, and
  extend a gang tube-if the kzinti cooperated. If they
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 didn't, an operation already perilous would become insanely so, forcing an
 entry under those conditions in order to meet armed resistance. Either way,
 the expense would be staggering. Next year's budget might even have to cut
 back on a boondoggle or two. Would the top brass consider it, to rescue one
 man, a man convicted of treason? Saxtorph's bet was that they wouldn't. If
 they did anything, it would most likely be to order the ship
 destroyed-simple and safe; leave an undeflectably large mass ahead of her-
 before she brought home intelligence of the black hole.
  He'd not had the heart to express his opinion as more than a possibility,
  nor did he now. After all, in the course of time Tyra might conceivably
  manage to rouse public sentiment and turn it into political pressure. She
  was a skilled writer, and beautifill. Never had he pointed out that her
  success must entail mortal hazard to a number of other lives. Once he'd
  thought Dorcas was about to say it, and had given her their private "steer
  clear" sign. "She's got grief aplenty as is," he explained later.
  "We start by peering, don't we?" Carita put in. Good girl, Saxtorph
  thought. You can always count on her for nuts-and-bolts common sense.
  "Right," he said. "Not that I expect we'll learn a lot. However, let's
  secure every loose end we can before we decide on any further moves."
  "we shall c-call them," Tyra stammered. "Shall we not?"
  "Well, I suppose we should, but I want to gang mighty warily. 'Twon't be
  easy, you know."
  Indeed not. Aberration and Doppler effect complicated the task abundantly.
  The speed that caused them made matters worse yet. If Rover sent a message,
  by the time a response could arrive, Sherrek would have passed the point
  where Rover lay. Saxtorph meant to stay always well clear. It would be nice
  if he could fake matched velocity by popping in
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 and out of hyperspace. Too bad that transition between relativistic and
 quantum modes required time to get the wave functions of atoms into the
 proper phase relationships. Late in the war the kzinti had figured this
 out and discovered what the neutrino emission pattern was when a drive
 prepared itself. Warned of impending attack from an unpredictable new
 direction, they'd actually won a couple of engagements.
  Modern vessels changed state in minutes. The engineers talked about
  ftiture models that would only take seconds. Rover's antiquated engine
  needed almost half an hour. Ordinarily that made no difference. You'd be
  doing something else meanwhile anyway, such as completing your climb
  sufficiently high out of a gravity well. But here she'd better come no
  closer than a quarter billion klicks ahead of Sherrek. Preferably much
  more.
  "Bloody hell!" cried Ryan. "Why are we glooming and dooming like this?
  We've found her! Let's throw a proper luau."
  A sob caught in Tyra's throat. "Thank you, Kam. Yes. Let us. "
  When she's seen the ship and doesn't know whether her father is alive or
  dead or worse, thought Saxtorph. That's one gallant lass. "Okay," he
  said. "The computers can handle the observations. We'll put other
  functions on auto and relax. Aside from you, Kam. We expect something
  special for dinner this evenwatch. "
 I will help," Tyra said. "I ... need to."
  "No, you don't," Saxtorph told her. "At least, not right off. Report to
  the saloon. What I need help with is downing two or three large
  schooners."
  She smiled forlornly as he entered, but she did smile. Quickly, before
  the rest arrived, he took both her hands in his. Their eyes met and
  lingered. Hearing footfalls, they let go. He felt a little breathless and
  giddy.
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  Either Tyra put tension aside and cheered up in the course of the next
  eight hours, or she did a damn good job of acting. The party wasn't
  riotous, but it became warm, affectionate, finally sentimental. After
  they started singing, she gave them several ballads from her homeland.
  She had a lovely voice.
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  Effort upon effort succeeded ultimately in getting through. The first
  partial, distorted reply croaked forth. Dorcas heard and yelled. She, who
  had the most knowledge of kzin xenology, was prepared to speak through a
  translator for her band. What she would say, she could not foresee; she
  must grope forward. Could she bargain, could she threaten? To her husband
  she admitted that her hopes were low. He agreed, more grimly than the
  situation seemed to warrant as far as they two were concerned.
 She was not prepared for human words.
  "Sind Sie tvirklich Menschen?" And what must be Tyra's own dialect: "Gud
  jesu, endelig! Hvor langt, hvor langt-" Interference ripped the cry
  asunder. Static hissed and snarled like a kzin.
  "Hang in there," Saxtorph said. "I'll be back." He scrambled from his seat
  and out of the cabin. Dorcas' gaze followed him.
  Nobody else had been listening. To endure repeated failures is mere
  masochism, if you yourself
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 can do nothing about them. Saxtorph pounded on Tyra's door. "Wake up!" he
 bellowed. "We've contacted your father! He lives, he lives!"
  The door flew open and she stumbled into his arms. She slept unclothed. He
  held her tightly until she stopped weeping and shivered only a little. She
  was warm and firm and silken. "We don't know more than that," he mouthed.
  Did desire shout louder in his blood than compassion? "It's going to take
  time. What'll come of it, we can't tell. But we're working on it, Tyra. We
  are."
  She drew herself free and stood before him. Briefly, fists clenched at her
  sides. Then she remembered the situation, crossed arms over the fairness
  above and below, caught a ragged breath and blinked the tears away. "Yes,
  you will," she answered before she fled, "because you are what you are. I
  can abide."
  She did, calmly, even blithely, while three daycycles passed and the story
  arrived in shreds and snatches. When at last the whole crew met, bodily,
  for they needed to draw strength from each other, she sat half smiling.
  Saxtorph looked around the saloon table. "Okay," he said with far more
  steadiness than he felt, "Peter Nordbo is alive, well, and alone. Two years
  alone, but better that than the company he was keeping, and apparently he's
  stayed sane. The problem is how to debark him. I can be honest now and tell
  you that I don't expect any navy will do the job, nor anybody else that may
  have the capability."
  "Why not?" Carita asked. "He's got important information, hasn't he, about
  the black hole? That expedition checked it over as thoroughly as they
  could. "
  The captain began filling his pipe. "Yah, but you see, their information's
  in the radio beam the ship was transmitting till he took over. A hell of a
  lot quicker, easier, and safer to recover than by matching velocity and
  boarding. Oh, I daresay what he's gone through and what he's done will stir
  up a wave
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 of public sympathy, but unless it becomes a tsunami, that probably won't
 be enough."
  "Among the considerations," Dorcas added in an impersonal tone, "Sherrek
  is approaching kzincontrolled space. Kzinti hyperships are bound to be
  sniffing about. A few of their kind did have valid reasons, from their
  viewpoint, to flee Alpha Centauri twenty years ago, rather than die
  fighting or get taken prisoner. The kzinti will search for any, as well
  as exploring on general principles. I agree the chance of their spotting
  Sherrek's trail by accident is small, but it is finite, and every month
  that passes makes it larger. I can well imagine political objections to
  risking an unwanted incident, on top of every other argument."
  "We can go home, report this, and agitate for help," Saxtorph said. "It's
  the sensible, obvious course. I won't veto it, if that's what you want."
  Tyra gave him a sea-blue regard. "You have a different possibility," she
  said low.
 His grin twisted. "You , ve gotten to know me, huh?"
 She nodded. Light sheened across her hair.
  "It's a dicey thing," he said. "Some danger to us, a lot to your father.
  But if it works, you'll have him back in days."
  "Else years," she replied as softly as before, 1. or never. " Only her
  fingernails, white where she gripped the tabletop, revealed more. "What
  think you on?"
  "We I ve, uh, discussed it, him and Dorcas and me. In the jaggedy fashion
  you've observed. We didn't want to announce this earlier, because we had
  to do some figuring and would've hated to ... disappoint you." Saxtorph
  put fire to pipe. "Yon ship carries a pair of flyby capsules, unpowered
  but made to withstand extremely heavy radiation. As much as you'd get at
  one-half c. He can get inside one and have its launcher toss him out."
  He puffed forth a cloud.
  "You believe you can recover him," she said, and began to tremble ever
  so slightly.
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  "Yes. Our new grapnel field installation. If we get the configuration and
  timing just right-if not, you realize, he's gone beyond any catching-if
  we do, we can lock on. Rover has more mass by several orders of
  magnitude. We estimate that the combined momentum will mean a velocity
  of about 200 klicks per second, well within our delta v reserve."
  "Down from . . . that speed? I should think-" she must struggle to utter
  it "-the acceleration overcomes your polarizers and tears your grappler
  out through the hull."
  "Smart girl." How ludicrously inadequate that was for his admiration. "It
  would also reduce him to thin jelly. We can do up to fifty g. The
  capsules have interior polarizers with power to counteract a bit more,
  but we want a safety factor. Our systems can handle it, too. Do you know
  about deep-sea fishing? Your dolphins may have told stories of marlin and
  tarpon. "
  She nodded again. "I saw a documentary once. And in the Frisian Sea on
  Wunderland I have myself taken a dinotriton." Ardor flamed up. "I seel
  You let the capsule run, but never far enough to get away, and you play
  it, you pull it in a little at a time "
  "Right. The math says we can do it in three and a half daycycles, through
  a distance of 225 billion kilometers. In practice it'll doubtless be
  harder." He had to have a moment's relief "Anderson's Law, remember:
  'Everything takes longer and costs more.' "
  Awe struck her. She sagged back in her chair. "The skill-"
  "The danger," Dorcas said. "At any point we can fad. Rover may then
  suffer damage, although if we stand ready I don't expect it'll cripple
  us. But your father will be a dead man."
 "What thinks he?"
  He's* for it," Saxtorph replied. "Of course a buck like that would be.
  But he leaves the decision to us. With ... his blessing. And we, Dorcas
  and I, we
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 leave it to you. I imagine Kam and Carita will go along with whatever you
 choose."
 Abruptly Tyra's voice wavered. "Kam," she said,
 you have taught me a word of yours, a very good, brave word. I use it now."
 She leaped to her feet. "Go for brokel" she shouted.
 The Hawaiian and the Jinxian cheered.
  Thereafter it was toil, savage demands on brain and body, nerves aquiver
  and pulled close to breaking, heedless overuse of stimulants,
  tranquilizers, whatever might keep the organism awake and alert.
  No humans could have done the task. The forces involved were immensely too
  great, changeable, complex. Nor could they be felt at the fingertips; over
  spatial reaches, the lightspeed that carried them became a laggard, and the
  fisher must judge what was happening when it would not manifest itself for
  minutes. The computer program that Dorcas wrote with the aid of the
  computer that was to use it, -this held the rod and reeled the line.
  Yet humans must be in the loop, constantly monitoring, gauging, making
  judgments. Theirs was the intuition, the instinct and creative insight,
  that no one has engineered into any machine. The Saxtorphs were the two
  best qualified. Carita could handle the less violent hours. The main burden
  fell on Dorcas. Ryan and Tyra kept them fed, coffeed, medicated. Often she
  rubbed a back, kneaded shoulders, ran a wet washcloth over a face, crooned
  a lullaby at a catnap. Mostly she did it for the captain.
  From dead Sherrek, the cannonball that held the living shot free. Unseeable
  amidst the light of lethal radiation, a fbree-beam reached to lay hold.
  Almost, the grip fidled. Needles spun on dials and Dorcas cast her man a
  look of terror. Things stabilized. The hook wasin.
  Gently, now, gently. Itself a comet trailing luminance, the capsule fled.
  The grapnel field stretched, tugging, dragging Rover along, but how slowly
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 ing it. As distance grew, precision diminished. The capsule plunged about.
 The Saxtorphs ordered compensating boosts. Ideally, they could maintain
 contact across the width of a planetary system. In fact, the chance of
 losing it was large.
 They played their fish.
  Hour by hour, day by day, the haste diminished, the gap closed. Worst was
  a moment near the end, when the capsule was visible in a magnifying
  screen, and suddenly rolled free. Somehow Dorcas clapped the grapnel back
  onto it. Then: "rake over fbr a while, Bob," she choked, put head in
  hands, and wept. He couldn't recall, at that point, when he had last seen
  her shed tears.
  Ship and sphere drew nigh. A cargo port opened. The catch went in. The
  port shut and air roared into the bay. Some time yet must pass; at first
  that metal was too cold for flesh to approach. When at length its own
  hatch cracked, the warmth and stench of life long confined billowed out.
  A man crept after. He rose unsteadily, tall, hooknosed, bushy-bearded,
  going gray, though still hard and lithe. He climbed a ladder. A door
  swung wide for him. Beyond waited his daughter.
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  The song of her working systems throbbed through Rover, too softly for ears
  to hear anything save rusdes and murmurs, yet somehow pervading bones,
  flesh, and spirit. In Ryan's cabin Carita asked, "But why are we headed
  back to the black hole? Add a weelCs travel time at least, plus whatever we
  spend there. I've seen the damn thing. Why not straight to Wunderland?"
  She had been asleep, exhausted, when her shipmates made the decision, and
  had only lately awakened, to eat ravenously and join her fiiend. The rest
  had spent their remnant strength laying plans and getting on hyperspatial
  course. Ryan took the first mass detector watch. Tyra had it now, drowsily;
  when relieved, she would doubtless seek her bunk again.
  "We thought you'd agree, and in any case wouldn't appreciate being hauled
  out to cast a vote when the count coulld ' st one way," Ryan answered.
  "Wher-
     pica 90
 ever we , it was foolish to linger. Nothing else to gain, and a small
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 might suddenly pop up and shout, 'Bool' Care for a drink?"
  "You know me. In several different meanings of the word." Carita propped
  a pillow between her and the bulkhead and lounged back, her legs twin
  pillars of darkness on the gaudy bedspread. Ryan stepped across to a
  cabinet above a miniftidge. He'd crowded a great deal of sybaritism into
  his quarters. In the screen, a barely clad songstress sat under a palm
  tree near a beach, plucked a ukulele, and looked seductive as she
  crooned. He did esoteric things with rum and fruit juices.
  Meanwhile he explained: "Partly it's a matter of recuperation. Nordbo's
  served a hitch in Hell, and we visited the forecourts of Purgatory, eh?
  When we return, the sensation and the official flapdoodle are going to
  make what happened after the red sun business seem like a session of the
  garden committee of the Philosophical Society. We'd better be well rested
  and have a lot of beforehand thinking done."
  M-m, yes, that makes sense. But I can tell you pleasanter places to let
  our brains simmer down in than that black hole. You know what the name
  means in Russian?"
  Ryan laughed. "Uh-huh. So they call it a 'frozen star.' Pretty turn of
  phrase. Except that this one never really was a star, and is anything but
  fi-ozen."
  "It's turned into a kind of star, then. " For a moment they were silent.
  The same vision stood before them, a radiance more terrible century by
  century, at last day by day, until its final nova-like selfimmolation.
  For the most part spacefarers speak casually, prosaically about their
  work, because the reality of the universe is as daunting as the reality
  of death.
  "Well, but we've got a reason," Ryan continued. "Nailing down a claim of
  discovery. The kzinti examined the artifact as thoroughly as they could,
  much more than our quick once-over. Especially, of course, with an eye
  to the military potentials. Nordbo was
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 there. He knows fairly well what they learned. But as you'd expect, he needs
 to refresh his memory. He told us the kzinti ship beameast a full
 description till he got control and shut it off But we aren't equipped to
 retrieve it. Think how much trouble we had communicating with him. We could
 waste weeks, and not be sure of recording more than snatches. Let Nordbo
 revisit the actual thing, repeat a few measurements and such, and he can
 write that description himself, or enough of it to establish the claim."
  Carita raised her brows. "What claim? The government's bound to swarm
  there, take charge, and stamp everything Incredibly Secret."
  Ryan nodded. "Does a shark eat fish? They'll be plenty peeved at us for
  telling the hoi polloi that it exists at all. We've got to do that, if only
  as part of Nordbo's vindication, but I'll concede that it's probably best
  to keep quiet about the technical details. However, he'll have priority of
  discovery. For legal purposes, the kzinti and their beameast can be ig-
  nored. They shanghaied him, among numerous other unlawful acts; they've
  forfeited any rights, not to mention that there is no court with
  jurisdiction. He'll be entitled to a discoverer's award. In view of the
  importance of the find, and the fact that public disputes would be very
  awkward for the government, that award will be plenty big-and we'll share
  it with him. "
  "Ah-hal" Carita exulted. "I see. You were right, there was no need to roll
  me out of the sheets to vote. "
  "Same thing should apply to the kzinti ship, if the Navy elects to go
  recover it for intelligence purposes," Ryan said. "Not likely, though. My
  guess is they'll simply read the message and then jam it. The black hole is
  our real jackpot." He finished mixing the drinks and gave her one.
  "Patmika's'."
  "into orbit." Rims clinked. He sat down on the edge of the bunk.
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  Carita turned thoughtful. "rhat poor man. He will be, uh, vindicated,
  won't he?"
  "Oh, yes. If necessary, he can take truth tests, but the story by itself,
  with the corroboration we can give, should do the trick. His name will
  be cleared, his fiLmily will be reinstated in its clan, and he'll get
  back the property that was confiscated, or compensation for it if
  reversion isn't pr-actical. He won't need any award money. I suspect he's
  fbrcing himself, for our sake."
 Carita stared before her. "How's he taking all this?"
  Ryan shrugged. "Too early to tell. Excitement; exhaustion; the last scrap
  of endurance that stimulants could give, spent on making plans. But
  surely he'll be okay. He's a tough cookie if ever I bit into one.
  Compassion gentled her voice. "He met his little girl-child, and she was
  a not-quite-young woman. She told him his wife has died."
  "I think I saw grief, though he was fairly stoic throughout. However, it
  can't have been a huge surprise. And he wouldn't be human if, down under-
  neath, he didn't feel a slight relief."
  "Yes. She'd have been old. I bet he'd have stuck loyally by her till the
  end, but- Well, sheer pride in his daughter ought to help him a lot,
  emotionally."
  "A rare specimen, her." Ryan let out an elaborate sigh. "And sexy as
  Pele, under that brisk, sprightly, competent surface. I'd give a lot to
  be in the path of the next eruption. No such luck, though. In a perfectly
  pleasant fashion, she's made that clear. It's the single fiLult I find
  in her."
  Carita drank deep, frowned, and drank again. "Her eyes are on the
  skipper. And his on her. They can't hide it any longer, no matter how
  hard they try."
  "I know, I know. I'm resigned. If anybody rates that fling-more than me,
  that is-Bob does."
  Dorcas. "
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  "Aw, she shouldn't mind too much. She's as realistic a soul as our species
  has got."
  Caritds lips tightened. "I'm afraid this wouldn't be just a fling."
 "Huh? Come on, now."
  "You've been giving Tyra your whole attention. I've paid some to him."
  "You really think-?" Flustered, Ryan took a long drink of his own. "Well,
  none of our business." He relaxed, smiled, leaned over, laid an arm across
  her waist. "How about we attend to what does concern us, firepants? It's
  been a while."
  For a little span yet Carita sat troubled, then she put her tumbler aside,
  smiled back, and turned to him. The ship sailed on through lightlessness.
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  "No, I must speak the truth," said Chief Communications Officer. "We will
  continue trying if the commander orders, but I respectfully warn it will
  be a total waste of time and effort. The commander knows we have beamed
  every kind of signal on every band available to us. Not so much as an
  automaton has responded. That vessel is dead."
  Or sleeping beyond any power of ours to disturb, thought Weoch-Captain.
  He stared into the screen before him as if into a forest midnight. At its
  distance, the runaway was a thin flame, crawling across the stars.
  Imagination failed to feel the immensity of its haste and of the energy
  borne thereby.
  I concur," he said after a minute. "Deactivate your apparatus and stand
  by for further orders." Rage flared. "Go, you sthondat-lickerl Go!"
  The image blinked off. Weoch-Captain mastered his temper. Chief
  Communications Officer did not deserve that, he thought. This past time,
  locked in futility, has made me as irascible as the lowliest crew member.

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  What, do I regret taking it out on him? I am thinking like a monkey--also
  by looking inward and gibing at myself. No other Hero must ever know.
  Yes, we are badly overdue for some action.
  Weoch-Captain cast introspection from him and concentrated on the future.
  Not that he had a large choice. He could not overhaul Sherrek, board, and
  learn its fate. He had repeatedly suppressed an impulse to have it
  destroyed, that object which mocked him with silence. The Patriarchs
  would decide what to do about it. He could return directly to them and
  report. A human shipmaster would do so as a matter of course, given the
  circumstances.
  The High Admiral has granted me broad discretion. If I come back with my
  basic mission halfcompleted, someone else may take it from me and go
  capture the glory. Also, I do not think like a monkey.
  He summoned Astronomer's image. "Does analysis suggest anything new about
  the perturbation you noticed?" he inquired without expectations.
  "No, or I would have informed the commander immediately. The data are too
  sparse. Something roiled the interstellar medium besides Sherrek, a few
  light-days aft of where we found it, but the effect was barely
  noticeable. The commander recalls my idea that a stray rock encountered
  the screen fields, too small to penetrate but large enough to leave a
  trail as it was flung aside in fragments. Further number-crunching has
  merely reinforced my opinion that a search would be useless."
  Yes, thought Weoch-Captain. The overwhelming size of space. And if we did
  retrieve a meteoroidal shard or two, what of it? An improbable encounter,
  but not impossible, and altogether meaningless. Whatever happened to
  Sherrek happened a light-year farther back, two years in the past, which
  is when we established that it ceased communicating.
 And yet I have a hunter's intuition-
 A cold thrill passed through him. He dismissed
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 Astronomer and called Executive Officer. "Prepare for hyperspace," he
 said. "We shall proceed to our primary goal."
 "At once, sirl" the kzin rejoiced.
  "En route, you will conduct combat drill with full simulations. The crew
  have grown edgy and illcoordinated. You will make them again into an
  efficient fighting machine. Despite what we have learned from the
  beameast, there is no foreseeing what we will find at the far end."
 "Sire. "
  Humans? thought Weoch-Captain. Maybe, maybe. According to our
  information, the black hole was not their principal objective; but monkey
  curiosity, if nothing else, may hold them at it still. Or-I know not, I
  simply have a feeling that they are involved in Sherrek's misfortune.
  They, the same who destroyed Werlith-Commandant and his great enterprise.
  Be there, Saxtorph, that I may take the glory of killing you.
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  Stars crowded the encompassing night, wintry brilliant. Alpha Centauri was
  only one among them, and Sol shone small. The Milky Way glimmered around
  the circle of sight, like a river flowing back into its wellspring. Rifts
  in it were dustclouds such as veil the unknown heart of the galaxy. Big in
  vision, a worldlet hilled and begrown with strangeness, loomed the black
  hole artifact.
  Rover held station fifty kilometers off the hemisphere opposite the
  radiation-spouting gap. "Below" her, Peter Nordbo, with Carita Fenger to
  help, examined a structure that he believed could throw the entire mass
  into hyperspace. Elsewhere squatted the robot prospector, patiently tracing
  a circuit embedded in the shell substance.
  Aboard ship was leisure. Dorcas kept the bridge, mostly on general
  principles. If the robot signaled that it had finished, she would confer
  with Nordbo and order it to a different site. Ryan watched a show in his
  cabin; some people would have been surprised
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 to know it was King Lear. Saxtorph and Tyra sat over coffee in the saloon.
 When Carita relieved him on the surface and he flitted back up, he had meant
 to sleep, but the Wunderlander met him and they fell to talking.
  "Your dad shouldn't work so hard," he said. 'Three watches out of four,
  daycycle after daycycle. He ought to take it easier. We've got as much time
  as we care to spend."
  "He is impatient to finish and go home," Tyra said. "You can understand."
 "Yes. Home to sadness, though."
 "But more to hope."
  Saxtorph nodded. "Uh-huh. He's that sort of man. Not that I have any close
  acquaintance, but-a great guy. I see now why you laid everything on the
  line to buy a chance of having him again. " He paused before adding in a
  rush: "And with you once more in his life, he's bound to become happy."
  She looked away. "You should not- Oh, Robert, you are too kind, always too
  kind to me. I shall miss you so much."
  He reached across the table and took her hand. "Hey, there, little lady,
  don't borrow trouble. You know I'll be detained on Wunderland for a goodly
  spell, like it or not." He grinned. "Want to help me like it?"
  Her eyes sought back to his. The blood mounted in her face. "Yes, we must
  see what we can-"
  Dorcas' voice tore across hers. "Emergency stationsl Kzinti shipl- Coming
  from every annunciator, it seemed to roll and echo down the corridors.
  "Judas priest! To the boat, Tyr-al" Saxtorph shouted. He was already on his
  way. His feet slapped out a devil's tattoo on the deck. As he ran, the
  enormity of the tidings crashed into him.
  At the control cabin, he burst through its open door and flung himself into
  the seat by Dorcas'. In the forward viewport, the shell occulted the suns
  of
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 their desire. Starboard, port, aft gleamed grandeur indifferent to them. The
 communicator, automatically switched on when it detected an incoming signal,
 gave forth the flat English of a translator: "-not attempt to escape. If we
 observe the neutrino signature of a hyperspatial drive starting up, we will
 fire."
  Sweat shone on the woman's scalp, around her Belter crest. Saxtorph caught
  an acrid whiff of it, or was that his own, running down his ribs? Her
  fingers moved firm over a keyboard. "Ha, I've got him," she whispered. A
  speck appeared in the scanner screen. She magnified.
  Toylike still, the other vessel appeared. Saxtorph followed current naval
  literature. He identified the lean length, the guns and missile tubes and
  ray projectors, of a Raptor-class warcraft. The meters told him she was
  about half a million klicks off, closing fast.
 "Acknowledgel" the radio snapped.
  "Message received," he said around an acid lump in his gorge. "What do you
  want? We're here legitimately. Our races are at peace." Yah, sure, sure.
  "Oh, God, Bob," Dorcas choked while the beam winged yonder. "The call was
  the first sign I had. She may have emerged a long distance away. If we'd
  spotted her approaching-"
  He squeezed her arm. "We didn't keep an alert, sweetheart. We didn't. The
  bunch of us. What reason had we to fear anything like this?"
  "Weoch-Captain of Hero vessel Swordbeak, speaking for the Patriarchy." Now,
  behind the synthetic human tones, were audible the growls and spits of
  kzinti. "You trespass on our property, you violate our secrets, and I
  believe that in,the past you have been guilty of worse. Identify yourself."
  Saxtorph stalled. "Why do you ask that? According to you, no human has a
  real name."
  Can we cut and run for it? he wondered. No. The question shows how kicked
  in the gut I am. She can
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 outboost us by a factor of five, at least. Not that she'd need to. Even
 at this remove, her lasers can probably cripple us. A missile can cross
 the gap in a few minutes, and we've nothing to fend it off. (Grab it with
 our grapnel, no, too slow, and anyway, there'd be a second or a third
 missile, or a multiple warhead, or-) She herself, at her acceleration,
 she'll be here in half an hour. But how can I think about flight? Carita
 and Pete are down at the black hole.
  It had flashed through him in the short seconds of transmission lag. "Do
  as you are told, monkey! Give me your designation."
  No sense in provoking the kzin further by a refusal. He'd soon be able
  to read the name, jaunty across these bows. "Freighter Rover of Leyport,
  Luna. I repeat, our intentions are entirely honest and we can't imagine
  what we may have done that you could call wrong."
 Silence crackled. Dorcas sat stiff, fists clenched.
  "Rover. Harrghl Saxtorph-Captain, is it? Give me video. "
  Huh? The man sat numbed, The woman did the obedience.
  Weoch-Captain evidently chose to make it mutual. His tiger head slanted
  forward in the screen, as if he peered out of his den at prey. "So that
  is what you look like," he rumbled. Eyes narrowed, tongue ran over fangs.
  "How I hoped that mine would be this pleasure. "
 "What do you mean?" Dorcas cried.
 Silence. The heart drubbed in Saxtorph's breast.
  "You know full well," said Weoch-Captain. "You killed the Heroes and
  destroyed their works at the red sun."
  So the story had reached Kzin. Not too surprising, as spectacular as it
  was. Saxtorph had been assured that the Alpha Centaurian and Solar
  governments had avoided being very specific in their official com-
  munications thus far. They wanted to test ratcat reac-
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 tions an item at a time. But spacefarers, especially nonhuman spacefarers
 with less of a grudge or none, traveling from Wunderland to neutral
 planets, might well have passed details on to their kzin counterparts in
 the course of meetings.
  "Through my whole long voyage, I hoped I would find you," Weoch-Captain
  purred. His flattened ears lifted and spread. "A formidable opponent, a
  worthy one. If you behave yourselves and do as you are told, I promise
  you deaths quick and painless. . . . No, not quite that for you,
  Saxtorph. I think you and I shall have single combat. Afterward I will
  take your body for my exclusive eating, fit nourishment for a Hero, and
  give your head a place among my trophies."
  Saxtorph braced himself. "You do us great honor, Weoch-Captain," he
  croaked. "We thank you. We praise your large spirit." What else could I
  say? Keep them happy. Kzinti don't normally torture for fun, but if this
  one got vengeful enough he might take it out on Tyra, Dorcas, Kam,
  Carita, Peter. At the least, he might brin em, us, back with him. Unless
  we kill ourselves Vst.
  In the magnifying viewport the Raptor had perceptibly gained size,
  eclipsing more and more stars.
  Weoch-Captain flexed claws out, in, out again. "Good," he said. "But I
  still will not talk at length to a monkey. Stand by. You will receive
  your final instructions when I arrive."
 The screen blanked.
  "Bob, darling, darling." Dorcas twisted about in her seat to cast her
  arms around him.
  He hugged her. As always in crisis, confronting the worst, he had grown
  cool, watchful but half detached, a survival machine. Not that he saw any
  prospect of living onward, but- "We should bring the others up, " he
  reminded her. "We can have a short time together." Before the kzinti
  arrive.
  "Yes. " He felt how she quelled her shuddering. Steady as he, she turned
  to the communicator and
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 directed a broad beam at the sphere. "Carita, Peter, get straight back to
 the ship," she said crisply.
  "was ist-what is bad?" sounded Nordbo's hoarse bass.
 "Never mind now. Move, I tell you!"
  "Jawohl. " And: "Aye, aye, ma'am, we're off," from Carita.
  Dorcas cut transmission. "I want to spare them while they flit," she
  explained. "They'll worry, but if they don't happen to make the enemy out
  in the sky, they won't be in shock."
  "Until we meet again," Saxtorph agreed. "What about ... Tyra and Kam?
  Shall we keep them waiting, too?"
 "We may as well, or better."
  "No. Maybe you weren't being kind after all. I think Tyra would want to
  know right away, so she can, well, she can-" kiss me goodbye?-"prepare
  herself, and meet the end with her eyes wide open. She's like that."
  Dorcas bit her lip. "I can't stop you if you insist." Her words quivered
  a little. "But I thought you and 1, these fifteen minutes or so we have
  left before we must tell them-"
  He grinned, doubtless rather horribly. " Traid I couldn't manage a
  quickie."
  She achieved a laugh. "Down, boy." Soberly: "Not to get maudlin either.
  But let me say I love you, and thank you for everything."
 "Aw, now, the thanks are all due you, my lady.
 He rose. She did. They embraced. He damned himself for wishing she were
 Tyra.
  She kissed him long and hard. "That's for what we've had." The tears
  wouldn't quite stay put. "And for, for everything we were going to have
  the kids and-"
  Yah, he thought, our stored gametes. We never made provision for
  exogenesis, in case something clobbered us. They'll stay in the freeze,
  those tiny
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 ghosts of might-have-been, year after year after year, I suppose, forgotten
 and forsaken, like our robot yonder.
  Saxtorph lurched where he stood. "Fanden i helvede!" he roared.
  Dorcas stepped back. She saw his &ce, and the breath whistled in between
  her teeth. "WhatF'
  The Danish of his childhood, "rhe Devil in Hell," his father's fiLvorite
  oath, yes, truly, for a devil did squat just outside the hell star awaiting
  his command. His revelation spilled from him.
  Fierceness kindled in her, she shouted, but then she must ask, "What if we
  fiLil?"
  Why, we open our airlocks and drink space," he answered. He had dismissed
  the idea earlier because he knew she wouldn't want suicide while any chance
  of being cleanly killed remained. "Though most likely the kzinti will be
  so enraged they'll missile us on the spot. Come on, we haven't got time to
  gab, let's get going. "
  They returned to their seats and controls. An order went out. On the
  tnuctipun structure, the robot prospector stirred. Cautiously, at minimum
  boost, it lifted. When it was well clear, the humans accelerated it harder.
  They must work fitst, to have the machine positioned before the enemy came
  so near that watchers at instruments might notice it and wonder. They must
  likewise work precisely, mathematically, solving a problem of vectors and
  coordinates in three-dimensional space. "-line integral of velocity
  divergence dS--2' Dorcas muttered aloud to the computer while her fingers
  did the real speaking. There passed through the back of Saxtorph's aware-
  ness: ff the scheme flops, this'll be how we spent our last moments
  together. Appropriate.
  A telltale blinked. Nordbo and Carita had arrived. "Kam, our friends are
  back," the captain said through the intercom. "Cycle 'em through and have
  them sit tight. Tyra, I think we can cope with our visitors."
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  Except for Ryan's "Aye," neither of them responded. The quartermaster
  knew better than to distract the pair on the bridge. The woman must have
  understood the same on her own account. She isn't whimpering or
  hysterical or anything, Saxtorph thought -not her. Maybe, not being a
  spacehand, she won't obey my order and stay at the boat. It's useless
  anyway. But the most mutinous thing she might do is walk quietly, firmly
  through my ship to meet her dad.
  "On station," Dorcas sighed. She leaned back, hands still on the keys,
  gaze on the displays. "It'll take three or four mini-nudges to maintain,
  but I doubt the kzinti will detect them."
  The Raptor was big in the screen. Twin laser guns in the nose caught
  starlight and gleamed like eyes.
  "Good." Saxtorph's attention skewered Rover's control board. He'd
  calculated how he wanted to move, at full thrust, when things started
  happening. Though his present location was presumably safe, he'd rather
  be as far off as possible. Clear to Wunderland would be ideal, a sunny
  patio, a beer stein in his fist, and at his side
  "Gol" Dorcas yelled. She hit the switch that closed her last circuit.
  "Ki-yai!"
  Afloat among stars, the robot prospector received the signal for which
  the program that she sent it had waited. It took off. At a hundred
  gravities of acceleration, it crossed a hundred kilometers of space in
  less than five seconds, to strike the shell around the black hole with
  the force of a boulder falling from heaven.
  It crashed through. White light was in the radiation that torrented from
  the hole it left and smote the kzinti ship.
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  "Put me through again to the human commander," said Weoch-Captain.
 "Yes, sire," replied Communications Officer.
  Human, thought Weoch-Captain. Not monkey, whatever my position may require
  me to call him in public. A brave and resourcefid enemy. I well-nigh wish
  we were more equally matched when I fight him. But no one must know that.
  His optics showed Rover, an ungainly shape, battered and wayworn. Should he
  claim it, too, fi)r a trophy? No, let Saxtorph's head suffice; and it would
  not have much meaning either, when he returned in his glory to take a full
  name, a seat among the Patriarchs, the right to found a house of his own.
  Still, his descendants might cherish the withered thing as a sign of what
  their ancestor did. WeochCaptain's glance shifted to the great artifact.
  Power laired there, power perhaps to make the universe tremble. "Arrrh," he
  breathed.
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  The screens blanked. The lights went out. He tumbled through an endless
  dark.
  "Ye-a-a-ach, what's this? What the venom's going on?" Screams tore at air
  that had ceased to blow from ventilators. Weoch-Captain recognized his
  state. He was weightless.
  1. Stations, reportl" No answer except the chaos in the corridors.
  Everything was dead. The crew were ghosts flapping blindly around in a
  tomb. Nausea snatched at Weoch-Captain,
  He fought it down. If down existed any more, adrift among stars he no
  longer saw. He shouldn't get spacesick. He never had in the past when he
  orbited free. He must act, take charge, uncover what was wrong, rip it
  asunder and set things right. He groped his way by feel, from object to
  suddenly unfamiliar object. "Quiet!" he bawled. "Hold fastl To me,
  officers, to me, your commanderl"
 The sickness swelled inside him.
  He reached the door and the passage beyond. A body blundered into his.
  Both caromed, flailing air, rebounding from bulkheads, all grip on
  dignity lost. "My eyes, arh, my eyes," moaned the other kzin. "Did the
  light burn them out? I am blind. Help me, help me."
  An idea took Weoch-Captain by the throat. He bared teeth at it, but it
  gave him a direction, a quarry. Remembrance was a guide. He pushed along
  corridors where noise diminished as personnel mastered panic. Good males,
  he thought amidst the hammerblows of blood in ears and temples. Valiant
  males. Heroes.
  His goal was the nearest observation turret. It had transparent ports for
  direct viewing, backup in case of electronic failures, which he kept
  unshuttered during any action. He fumbled through the entry. A blue-white
  beam, too dazzling to look near, stabbed across the space beyond. It
  disappeared as Swordbeak floated past. Weoch-Captain reached a pane and
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 squinted. Stars clustered knife-sharp. Carefully, fingers hooked on
 frames, he moved to the next.
  A gray curve, a jutting tower, yes, the relic of the ancient lords, the
  end of his quest. Stvordbeak slipped farther along. Weoch-Captain
  shrieked, clapped palms to face, bobbed helpless in midair.
  Slowly the after-images faded. The glare hadn't blinded him. By what
  light now came in, he discerned metal and meters. He understood what had
  happened.
  Somehow the humans had opened a new hole in the shell. Radiation tore the
  fife from his ship.
  Sickness overwhelmed him. He vomited. Foul gobbets and gJobules swarmed
  around his head and up his nostrils. He fled before they strangled him.
  Yes, death is in my bones, he knew. How long can I fight it off, and why?
  You have conquered, human.
  No! He shoved feet against bulkhead and arrowed forward. The plan took
  shape while he flew. "Meet at Station Threel" he shouted against night.
  "All hands to Station Three for ordersl Pass the word on! Your commander
  calls you to battlel"
  One by one, clumsily, many shivering and retching, they joined him.
  Officers identified themselves, crew rallied round them. Some had found
  flashlights. Fangs and claws sheened in the shadows.
  He told them they would soon die. He told them how they should. They
  snarled their wrath and resolution.
  Spacesuits were lockered throughout the ship. Kzinti sought those
  assigned them. In gloom and free fall, racked by waxing illness, a number
  of them never made it.
  Air hung thick, increasingly chill. Recyclers, thrusters, radios in the
  spacesuits were inoperative. Well, but the pumps still had capacitor
  power, and you wouldn't have use for more air than your reserve tank
  held. You had your legs to leap with. You knew
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 where you were bound, and could curse death by yourself.
  Weoch-Captain helped at the wheel of his airlock, opening it manually.
  Atmosphere howled out, momentarily mist-white, dissipated, revealed the
  stars afresh. He followed it. Rover wasn't in sight. It must have
  scampered away. Maybe Swordbeaws hull blocked it off. The artifact was
  a jaggedness straight ahead. He gauged distance, direction, and
  velocities as well as he was able, bunched his muscles, and leaped, a
  hunter at his quarry.
  "Hee-yaal" he screamed. The noise rattled feebly in his helmet. Blood
  came with it, droplets and smears.
  Headed across the void, he could look around. Except for his breathing,
  the rattle of fluid in his lungs, he had fallen into a silence, an
  enormous peace. Here and there, glints moved athwart constellations, the
  spacesuits of his fellows. We too are star-stuff, he thought. Sun-stuff.
  Fire.
  Hardly any of them would accomplish the passage, he knew. Most would go
  by, misaimed, and perish somewhere beyond. A lucky few might chance to
  pass in front of the furnace mouth and receive instant oblivion. Those
  who succeeded would not know where to go. There had been no way for
  Weoch-Captain to describe what he had learned from long days of study.
  A few might spy him, recognize him, seek him, but it was unlikely in the
  extreme.
  No matter. Because of him they would die as warriors, on the attack.
  Swordbeak receded. It had still had a significant component of velocity
  toward the sphere when the flame struck, though it was not on a collision
  course. It left him that heritage for his flight.
  Rover hove into view. Saxtorph was coming back to examine the havoc he
  had wrought, was he? Well, he'd take a while to assess what his screens
  and instruments told him, and realize what it meant and
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 then-what could he do? Unlimber his grapnel and collect dying kzinti?
  He can try raying us, Weoch-Captain thought. He must have an industrial
  laser. I would certainly do it in his place. But as a weapon it's slow,
  unwieldy, and-I am almost at my mark.
  The shell filled half of heaven. Its curve now hid the deadly light; only
  stars shone on spires, mazes, unknown engines. Weoch-Captain tensed.
  A latticework seemed to spring at him. He grabbed a member. His strength
  ebbing, he nearly lost hold and shot on past. Somehow he kept the grip, and
  slammed to a halt. He clung while he got his wind back. Rags of darkness
  floated across his eyes.
  Onward, though, lest he die unfulfilled. It was hard, and grew harder
  moment by moment as he clambered down. With nothing left him but the ca-
  pacitor supplying the air pump and a little heat, he must by himself bend
  the joints at arms, legs, and fingers against interior pressure. With his
  mind going hazy, he must stay alert enough to find his way among things he
  knew merely from pictures, while taking care not to push so hard that he
  drifted away in space.
 Nevertheless he moved.
  A glance aloft. Yes, Rover was lumbering about. Maybe Saxtorph had guessed
  what was afoot. WeochCaptain grinned. He hoped the human was fi-antic.
  He'd aimed himself carefully, and luck had been with him. His impact was
  close to the activator. He reached it and went in among the structures and
  darknesses.
  On a lanyard he carried a flashlight. By its glow he examined that which
  surrounded him. Yes, according to Yiao-Captain's report, this object like
  a lever and that object like a pedal ought to close a connection when
  pushed. The tnuctipun had scarcely intended any such procedure. Somewhere
  must be an automaton, a program, and shelter for whatever crew
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 the black hole ship bore on its warfitring. But the tnuctipun too installed
 backup systems. Across billions of years, Weoch-Captain hailed them, his
 brother warriors.
  This may not work, he cautioned himself I can but try to reave the power
  from the humans.
  I do not know where it will go, or if it will ever come back into our
  space. Nor will I know. I shall be dead. Proudly, gloriously.
  A spasm shook him, but he had spewed out everything in his stomach before
  he left Swordbeak. Parched and vile-tasting mouth, dizziness, ringing ears,
  blood coughed forth and smeared over faceplate, wheezing breath, shaky
  hands, weakness, weakness, yes, it was good to die. He got himself well
  braced against metal-to be inside this framework was like being inside a
  canebrake at home, he thought vaguely, waiting for prey--and pushed with
  the whole force that remained to him.
  Aboard Rover, shortly afterward, they saw their prize disappear.
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  Regardless, the homeward voyage began merrily. When you have had your life
  given back to you, the loss of a treasure trove seems no large matter.
  "Besides, a report on Sherrek and her beamcast, plus what we collected
  ourselves, should be worth a substantial award by itself," Saxtorph
  observed. "And then there's the other one, uh, Swordbeak." Dorcas had read
  the name when they flitted across and attached a radio beacon, so that the
  derelict would be findable. "In a way, actually, more than the black hole
  could've been. Your navy-or mine, or the two conjointly -they'll be
  overjoyed at getting a complete modern kzinti warcraft to dissect."
  "What that artifact, and the phenomenon within, should have meant to
  science-" Peter Nordbo sighed. "But you are right, complaining is
  ungrateful."
  "No doubt the authorities will want this part of our story hushed up,"
  Saxtorph went on. "But we'll be heroes to them, which is more useful than
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 bureaucratic rigmarole. And, as I said, get well paid for it."
 "I thought you were a patriot, Robert."
  "Oh, I s'pose I am. But the laborer is worthy of his hire. And I'm a poor
  man. Can't afford to work for free. "
  They sat in the Saxtorphs' cabin, the most spacious aboard, talking over
  a beer. They had done it before. The instant liking they took to one
  another had grown with acquaintance. The Wunderlander's English was rusty
  but improving.
  He stroked his beard as he said Slowly, "I have thought on that. Hear me,
  please. My family shall have its honor again, but I disbelieve our lands
  can be restored. The present owners bought in good faith and have their
  rights. You shall not pity me. From what I have heard since my rescue,
  society is changed and the name of Landholder bears small weight. But in
  simple justice we shall have money for what they stripped from us. After
  I pay off Tyas debt she took for my sake, much will stay with me. What
  shall I then do? I have my science, yes, but as an amateur. I am too old
  to become a professional in it. Yet I am too young to ... putter. Always
  my main work was with people. What now can I enjoy?" He smiled. "Well,
  your business has the chronic problem that it is undercapitalized. The
  awards will help, but I think not enough. How would you like a partner?"
  Saxtorph goggled. "Hub? Why, uh, what do you mean?"
  "I would not travel with you, unless once in a while as a passenger fbr
  pleasure. I am no spaceman. But it was always my dream, and being in an
  enterprise like yours, that should come close. Yes, I will go on trips
  myself, making arrangements for cargoes and charters, improvements and
  expansions. Being a Landholder taught me about business, and I did it
  pretty well. Ask my former tenants. Also, the money
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 1 put in, that will make the difference to you. Together we can turn this
 very profitable for all of us.
  "You cannot decide at once, nor can I. But today it seems me a fine idea.
  What do you think?"
 I think it's a goddamn supernova!" Saxtorph roared.
  They talked, more and more excitedly, until the captain glanced at his
  watch and said, "Hell, I've got to go relieve Dorcas at the mass detector.
  I'll send her down here and the pair of you can thresh this out further, if
  you aren't too tired. "
  "Never for her," Nordbo replied. "She is a wonderful person. You are a
  lucky man."
  Saxtorph's eagerness faded. After a moment he mumbled, "I'm sorry. I often
  bull ahead with you as though you hadn't ... suffered your loss. You don't
  speak about it, and I forget. I'm sorry, Peter."
  "Do not be," Nordbo answered gently. "A sorrow, yes, but during my time
  alone, assuming I would grow old and die there, I became resigned. To learn
  I missed my Hulda by less than a year, that is bitter, but I tell myself we
  had already lost our shared life; and God has left me our two children,
  both become splendid human beings."
 The daughter, at least, for sure, Saxtorph thought.
  Nordbo smiled again. I still have my son Ib to look forward to meeting. In
  fact, since Tyra tells me he is in naval intelligence, we shall be close
  togetherRobert, what is wrong?"
  Saxtorph sat moveless until he shook himself, stood up, tossed off his
  drink, and rasped: "Something occurred to me. Don't worry. It may well turn
  out to be nothing. But, uh, look, we'd better not discuss this partnership
  notion with Dorcas or anybody right away. Let's keep it under our hats till
  our ideas are more definite, okay? Now I really must go spell her."
  Nordbo seemed puzzled, a bit hurt, but replied, "As you wish," and left the
  cabin with him. They parted ways in the corridor and Saxtorph proceeded to
  the detector station.
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  Dorcas switched off the book she had been screening. "Hey, you look like a
  bad day in Hell , she said.
  "Out of sorts," he mumbled. "I'll recover. just leave me be."
  "So you don't want to tell me why." She rose to face him. Sadness tinged
  her voice. "You haven't told me much lately, about anything that matters to
  you.
  "Nonsense," he snapped. "We were side by side against the kzinti."
  "That's not what I meant, and you know it. Well, I won't plague you. That
  would be unwise of me, wouldn't it?" She went out, head high but fingers
  twisting together.
  He took the chair that was not warm after her, stuffed his pipe, and smoked
  furiously.
  A light footfall raised him from his brooding. Tyra entered. As usual, her
  countenance brightened to see him. "Hi," she greeted, an Americanism ac-
  quired in their conversations. "Care you for some company?"--as if she had
  never before joined him here for hours on end, or he her when she had the
  duty. "Remember, you promised to tell me about your adventure on-" She
  halted. Her tone flattened. "Something is woeful."
 I hope not," he said. I hope I'm mistaken."
  She seated herself. "If I can help or console, Robert, only ask. Or if you
  wish not to share the trouble, tell me I should hold my mouth."
  She knows how to be silent, he thought. We've passed happy times with not
  a word, listening to music or looking at some work of art or simply near
  each other.
  " You're right," he said. "I can't talk about it tilltill I must. With
  luck, I'll never have to."
  The blue eyes searched him. "It concerns you and me, no?" How grave and
  quiet she had become.
 Alarmed, he countered, "Did I say that?"
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  I feel it. We are dear friends. At least, you are for me.
 "And yo*--:' He couldn't finish the sentence.
 I believe you are torn."
 "Wait a minute."
  She leaned forward and took his free hand between hers. "Because you are
  a good man, an honest man," she said. "You keep your promises." She
  paused. "But-"
 'T,et's change the subject, shall we?" he interrupted.
  "Are you afi-aid? Yes, you are. Afraid of to give pain. "
  "stop," he barked. "No more of this. You hear me?" He pulled his hand
  away.
  An implacable calm was upon her. "As you wish, my dear. For the rest of
  the journey. You have right. Anything else is indecent, among all of us.
  But in some more days we are at Wunderland.-
 "Yes," he said, thickly and foolishly.
 "You will be there a length of time."
  Busy. "
  "Not always. You know that. We will make decisions. It may take long, but
  at last we must. About the rest of our lives."
 "Maybe."
  "Quite certainly." She rose. "I think best I go now. You should be alone
  with your heart for this while. "
 He stared at the deck. "You're probably right."
  Steadiness faded her a little. "Robert, whatever hna pe s, whatsoever,
  you are dear to me." Her footf;F, n
 s dwindled off into silence.
  A squat black form stood at a distance down the passage, like a
  barricade. "Hallo," said Tyra dully.
  Carita fell into step with her. "That was a short visit. "
 Tyra bridled. "You watched?"
  "I noticed. Couldn't help it. Can't, day after day. A kdat would see. I
  want a word with you."
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 Tyra flushed. "Please to be polite."
  "We're overdue for a talk," the Jinxian insisted. "This is a loose hour for
  both of us. Will you come along?" Although tone and gait were
  unthreatening, the hint lay beneath them that if necessary, she might pick
  the other woman up and carry her.
  "Very well," Tyra clipped. They walked on mute to the pilot's cabin and
  inside.
  Carita shut the door. Eyes met and held fast. "What do you want?" Tyra
  demanded.
  "You know perfectly well what," Carita stated. "You and the skipper."
 "We are friends! Nothing more!"
  "No privacy aboard ship for anything else, if you're civilized. Sure,
  you've kept out of the sack. A few kisses, maybe, but reasonably chaste,
  like in a flirtation. Only that's not what it is any longer. You're waiting
  till we get to Wunderland.-
  Tyra lifted her arm as if to strike, then let it fall. "Do you call Robert
  a Schleicher-a, a sneak?" she blazed.
  Carita's manner mildened. "Absolutely not. Nor you. This is simply a thing
  that's happened. Neither of you would've wanted it, and you didn't see it
  coming till too late. I believe you're as bewildered, half joyful and half
  miserable, as he is."
  Tyra dropped her gaze. She clenched fists against breasts. "It is
  difficult," she whispered.
 "True, you being an honorable person.
 Tyra rallied. "It is our lives. His and mine."
  "Dorcas saved your father's," Carita answered. "Later she saved all of us.
  Yes, Bob was there, but you know damn well he couldn't have done what he
  did without her. How do you propose to repay that? Money doesn't count, you
  know."
  "Ich kann nicht anders!" Tyra cried. "He and 1, we are caught."
  "You are free adults," Carita said. "You're trapped in nothing but
  yourselves. Tyra, you're smart, gifted,
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 beautiful, and soon you'll be rich. You've got every prospect bright ahead
 of you. What we've got is a good marriage and a happy ship. Bob will come
 back to her, if you let him go."
  "Will he? How can I? Shall I leave him hurt forever?"
  Carita smiled. She reached to lay an arm around the taller woman's
  shoulders. I had a hunch that'd be what makes you feel so helpless. Sit
  down, honey. I'll pour us a drink and we'll talk."
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  The jinxian relieved Saxtorph at the end of his watch. Lost in tumult, he
  barely noticed how she regarded him and forgot about it as he went out.
  Oh, hell, he thought, I'm getting nowhere, only churning around in a
  maelstrom. Before it drags me under, I'd better-what? Have a bite to eat,
  I guess, take a sleeping pill, go to bed, hope I'll wake up clear-headed.
  That he came to the place he did at the minute he did was coincidence.
  Nobody meant to stage anything. It made no difference, except that he would
  otherwise have found out less abruptly.
  The door to Tyra's cabin stood half open, Kamehameha Ryan in it. His hair
  was rumpled, his clothes hastily thrown on, his expression slightly dazed.
  Saxtorph stopped short. A tidal wave surged through him.
  The quartermaster said into the room: --hard to believe. I never would
  have-I mean, Bob's more than my captain, he's my friend, and-"

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  Her laugh urred "What, feel you guilty? No need. I enjoy gis co;;pany,
  yes, and I had ideas, but he is too much married. Maybe when we are on
  Wunderland. Meanwhile, this has been a long dry voyage until now. Carita
  was right, she told me you are good."
  He beamed. "Why, thank you, maam. And you are terrific. Tomorrow?"
  "Every tomorrow, if we can, until journey's end. Now, if you excuse, I
  am ready for happy dreams."
  'Me, too." Ryan blew a kiss, shut the door, and tottered off. He didn't
  see who stood at his back.
  After a space Saxtorph began to think again. Well. So that is how it is.
  Du kannst nicht treu sein.
  Not that I have any call to be mad at either of them. I've got no claim.
  Never did. On the contrary.
 Even so-
  Vaguely: That's the barbed wire I've been hung up on. Because the matter,
  the insight that hit me, touches Tyra, no, grabs her with krin claws, I
  couldn't bring myself to consult Dorcas. I couldn't bring myself to see
  that she is the one living soul I must turn to. Between us we'll work out
  what our course ought to be.
 Later. Later.
  He walked on, found himself at Peter Nordbo's quarters, and knocked. The
  Wunderlander opened the door and gazed at him with surprise. "Hi,"
  Saxtorph said. "Am I disturbing you?"
  "No. I read a modem history book. Thirty years to learn about. What is
  your wish?"
  "Sociability. Nothing special. Swap stories of our young days, argue
  about war and politics and other trivia, maybe sing bawdy songs,
  definitely get drunk. You game? I'll fetch any kind of bottle you like."
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  Both suns were down and Munchen gone starry with its own lights. Downtown
  traffic swarmed and throbbed around the old buildings, the smart modern
  shops. Matthiesonstrasse was residential, though, quiet at this hour.
  Apartment houses lined it like ramparts, more windows dark than aglow, so
  that when Saxtorph looked straight up he could make out a few real stars.
  A breeze flowed chilly, the first breath of oncoming fall.
  He found the number he wanted and glanced aloft again, less high. Luminance
  on the fifth floor told him somebody was awake there. He hesitated. That
  might be a different location from the one he was after.
  Squaring shoulders, setting jaws: Come on, boy, move along. Rouse him if
  need be. Get this goddamn thing over with.
  In the foyer he passed by the Fahrstuhl and took the emergency stairs. They
  were steep. He felt glad of it. The climb worked out a little of the
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 him. Nonetheless, having reached the door numbered 52, he pushed the button
 violently.
  After a minute the speaker gave him an uneven Va, was twUen Sie von mir?"
  He turned his fiwe straight toward the scanner, and heard a gasp. "Siel'
  Seconds later "Captain Saxtorph?" sounded like a prayer that it not be
  true.
 "Let me in," the Earthman said.
 "No. This is, is the middle of the night."
 Correct, Saxtorph thought.
  "You had not even the courtesy to call ahead. Go away.
 "Better me than the patrol," Saxtorph answered.
  He heard something akin to a strangled sob. The door opened. He stepped
  through. It shut behind him.
  The apartment was ascetically furnished and had been neat, but disorder was
  creeping in. The air system failed to remove the entire haze and stench of
  cigarette smoke. lb Nordbo stood in a civilian Jumpsuit. His hair was
  unkempt, his eyelids darkly smudged. Yes, thought Saxtorph, he was awake,
  all right. I daresay he doesn't sleep much any more.
 "W-welcome back," Nordbo mumbled.
  "Your father and sister were disappointed that you weren't there to greet
  them personally," Saxtorph said.
  "They got my message. My regrets. They did? I must go oflplanet,
  unfortunately, at that exact time. A personal difficulty. I asked for
  compassionate leave. "
  "Except you holed up here. I figured you would. No point going anywhere
  else in this system. You'd be too easily fbund. No interstellar passenger
  ship is leaving before next week, and you'd need to fix up identity
  documents and such." Saxtorph gestured. "Sit down. I don't enjoy this
  either. Let's make it as short as possible."
 Nordbo retreated, lowered himself to the edge of a
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 chair, clutched its arms. His entire body begged. Saxtorph followed but
 remained standing above him.
  "How long have you been in kzinti pay?" Saxtorph asked.
  Nordbo swallowed dryness. I am not. I was not. Never. "
  "Listen, fellow. Listen good. I don't care to play games. Cooperate, or IT
  walk right out and turn this business over to the authorities. I would have
  already, if it weren't for your sister and your father. You damn near got
  them killed, you know."
  -Tyra- No, I did not know!" the other screamed. "She lied to me. If I knew
  she was going with you, I would have gotten your stupid expedition stopped.
  And my father, any reasonable person believed him long dead. I did not
  know! How could 1?"
  "Bad luck, yah, but richly deserved," Saxtorph said. "I might not have
  guessed, except that a clue fell my way. At that, the meaning didn't dawn
  on me till a couple days later."
  He drew breath before driving his point home. "You'll have followed the
  news, as much of our story as has been released. Before then, being who you
  are and in the position you are, you'll have been apprised of what we told
  the Navy officer we requested come aboard as we approached. A kzinti
  warship caught us at the black hole, later than you expected it might, but
  still something you knew was quite likely."
 1-no, you misjudge me
  "Pipe down till I give you leave to speak. The encounter could have been by
  chance. The kzinti might have happened on the beameast from the earlier
  ship and dispatched this one at the precise wrong moment for us. Her
  captain knew who I was and what vessel I command. He could have heard that
  on the starvine or through his intelligence corps. Rover's name wouldn't
  matter to that mentality and would scarcely have been in any briefing he
  got, but
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 conceivably he'd heard it somehow, lately, and it was fresh in his mind.
 Yah. The improbable can'happen. What blew the whistle, once I realized what
 it meant, was that he told me he'd hoped to find me. He believed it was
 entirely possible we'd be there, we of all humans, Rover of all ships.
  "We'd never disclosed where we were bound for or why. Nobody else knew,
  besides you. Nobody but you could have sent word about us to Kzin.
  "I imagine you informed them as soon as Tyra discovered your father's notes
  and showed you. The matter would be of interest to them, and might be
  important. When she got serious about mounting a search, you did everything
  you could to discourage her, short of telling your superiors. You dared not
  do that because then they might well order an official look-see, which
  could open a trail to you and your treason. They aren't as stodgy about
  such things as you claimed. The disclosure about Markham had cast suspicion
  your way, and you must be feeling sort of desperate. When we made clear
  that we'd embark in spite of your objections, you got on whatever hyper-
  phone you have secret access to and alerted the kzinti. If they scragged
  us, you'd be safe.
 "Okay, Nordbo. How long have you been in their
 pay?"
  "Tyra," the seated man groaned. He slumped back. "I did not know, I swear
  I did not know she was with you.
  "Just the same," Saxtorph said, "betraying us to probable death was not
  exactly a friendly act. For her sake and your father's, I just might be
  persuaded to ... set it aside. No promises yet, understand, and whatever
  mercy you get, you've got to earn."
  For their sakes, grieved a deep part of him. Yes, Peter has suffered, has
  lost, quite enough. He's so happy that Dorcas and I will take him on as a
  partner. Christ, how I'd hate to dash the cup from his lips.
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  He wouldn't be ruined. His vindication, the reparation to him, the
  family's restoration to the clan, those will stand, because he was and
  is the IAndholder, not this creature sniveling at me tonight. I think he
  has the strength to outlive it if he and the world learn the truth about
  his son, his only son, and to get on with his work. But if I can spare
  him-if I can spare himl
  Nordbo looked up. He was ghastly haggard. The words jerked forth: I never
  did it for money. I got some, yes, but I did not want it, I always gave
  it to the Veterans' Home. Markham was like a, a father to me, the father
  I had worshipped before he- Well, what could I believe except that my
  real father turned collaborator and died in the kzinti service? I thought
  Tyra was a wishful thinker. I could not make myself say that openly to
  her, but I thought my duty was to restore the family fortune and honor
  by my efforts. Markham was faithful in those first years after the h-W,
  when many scorned. He helped me, counseled me, was like a new father, he,
  the war hero, then the brilliant administrator. When at last he asked me
  to do something a, a little irregular for him, I was glad. It was nothing
  harmful. He explained that if the kzinti knew better how our intelligence
  operations work, they would see we are defensive, not aggressive, and
  there would be a better chance for lasting peace. What should I trust,
  his keen and experienced judgment or a stupid, handcuffing regulation?
  That first information I gave him to pass on to the kzinti, it was not
  classified. They could have collected it for themselves with some time
  and trouble. But then there was more, and then more, and it grew into
  real secrets-~' Again he covered his eyes and huddled.
  Saxtorph nodded. "You'd become subject to blackmail. Every step you took
  brought you further down a one-way road. Yah. Tbat's how a lot of spies
  get recruited."
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  "I love my nation. I wo~ld never harm it." Nordbo dropped fists to knees
  and added in a voice less shrill, "Even though it did my father and my
  family a terrible injustice."
  "You got around to agreeing with Tyra about that, eh? And what you were
  doing couldn't possibly cause any serious damage. Such-like notions are
  also usual among spies."
  Nordbo raised his head. "Do not insult me. I have my human dignity."
  " That's a matter of opinion. Now, I told you to
 listen and I told you I want to make this short so I
 can get the hell out of here and go have a hot shower
 and a change of clothes. Snap to it, and perhaps I'll
 see if I can do anything for you. Otherwise I report
 straight to your superiors. For openers, how many
 more are in your ring?"
 "N-no one else."
  "I'd slap you around if I had a pair of gloves I could burn afterward.
  As is, goodnight."
  "Nol Pleasel" Nordbo reeled to his feet. He held his arms out. "I tell
  you, nobody. Nobody I know of. One in my unit at headquarters, but she
  died two years ago. An accident. And Markham is dead. Nobody more!"
  Saxtorph deemed he was telling the truth as far as possible. "You'll name
  her," he said. "That, and what else you tell, should give leads to any
  others." If they existed. Maybe they didn't. Markham had been a lone wolf
  type. Well, investigation was a job for professionals. "You will write
  down what you know. Every last bit. The whole story, all you did, all you
  delivered personally and all you heard about or suspected, the works. You
  savvy? I'll give you two-three days. Don't leave this apartment
  meanwhile."
  Nordbo's hands fell to his sides. He straightened. A sudden, eerie calm
  was upon him. "What then?" he asked tonelessly.
 "If I judge you've made an honest statement, my
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 wife and I will try to bargain with the authorities, privately, when we
 bring it to them. We can't dictate what they do with you. But we are their
 darlings, and the darlings of the public and the media more than ever. our
 recommendations should carry weight. The Markham affair has shaken and
 embarrassed a lot of the brass pretty badly. They'd like some peace and
 quiet while they put their house in order. A sensation involving the son of
 hero-martyr Peter Nordbo is no way to get that. Maybe we can talk them into
 accepting your resignation and burying the truth in the top secret ffie.
 Maybe. We'll try. That's 0 1 can promise. And it's conditional on your writ-
 ing a full and accurate account."
 I see. You are kind."
  "Because of your father and your sister. Nothing else." Saxtorph turned to
  go.
  Wait," said Nordbo.
 "WhyF' Saxtorph growled.
  "My memory is not perfect. But I need not write for you. I kept a journal
  of my, my participation. Everything that happened, recorded immediately af-
  terward. i thought i might want it someday, somehow, if Markham or the
  kzinti should- Ach, let me fetch it."
  Saxtorph's heart banged. "Okay." He hadn't hoped for this much. He wasn't
  sure what he'd hoped for.
  Nordbo went into an adjacent room. He strode resolutely and erect. Saxtorph
  tautened. "If you're going for a gun instead, don t, " he called. "My wife
  knows where I am - "
  "Of course," the soft voice drifted back. "No, you have convinced me. I
  shall do my best to set things right."
  He returned carrying a small security box, which he placed at the computer
  terminal. He laid his palm on the lid and it opened. Had anyone else tried
  to force it, the contents would have been destroyed. Saxtorph moved closer.
  He saw a number of minidiscs.
 "Encoded," Nordbo said. "Please make a note of the decoding command. A wrong
 one will cause the program to wipe the data. You want to inspect a sample,
 no?"
  He stooped, inserted a disc, and keyed the board. A date three years past
  sprang onto the screen, followed by words. They were Wunderlander, but
  Saxtorph's reading knowledge sufficed to show that the entry did indeed
  relate an act of espionage. Copies of photographs came after.
  "You are satisfied?" Nordbo asked. "Want you more?"
 "No," Saxtorph said. "This will do."
  Nordbo returned the disc to the box, which he relocked and proffered. I am
  afraid you must touch this," he said matter-of-factly.
  Sudden pity welled forth. "That's okay." In several ways he resembled his
  sister: eyes, cheekbones, flaxen hair, something about the way he now stood
  and faced his visitor. "We'll do whatever we can for you, ib. "
 "Thank you."
  Saxtorph took the box and left. "Gute Nacht," Nordbo said behind him.
  The door closed. Saxtorph went the short distance along the hall to the
  stairwell and started down. Whatever I can for you, Tyra, he thought.
  His mind went on, like himself speaking to her, explaining, though they
  were not things she would ever hear.
  I'm not mad at you, dear. Nor at Kam, as far as that goes. You weren't
  deliberately playing games with me. You honestly believed you were serious-
  confusing hominess with love, which God knows is a common mistake-till the
  impulse itself overwhelmed you.
  Or so he supposed. Nothing had been uttered, except in the silent language.
  They simply understood that everything was over. Apart from friend-
  ship. Already he hurt less than at first. He knew that before long he'd
 stop altogether and be able to meet her, be with her, in comradely
 fashion. Dorcas would see to it.
  I do wish you'll find a man you can settle down with. I'd like you to
  have what we have. But if not, well, it's your life, and any style of
  living it that you choose will be brave.
  Saxtorph had reached the third-floor landing when he heard the single
  pistol shot.