Acorna patted the girl"s hand, trying to cut through the questions and feelings that were cycloning through her own mind and concentrate instead on rea.s.suring the frightened child. They both had a job to do.
"I"m sure that we can find Tagoth if we need to," Acorna said. "He can"t have gone too far on foot. Had I known we were going to have the use of the flitter, I would have asked him to wait for us at some hidden place, and we could have all gone there together. But why is it we need to find this stronghold, especially right now? Do the Aridimi also have many cats and other creatures who could be endangered? "
"Oh, yes," Miw-Sher said. "Next to the Makaviti Temple, the Aridimi one is said to be the most highly guarded on our world. You see, it is where all of our sacred stones come from. I am sure that the Mulzar will be wild to get to it. Were it not for the Aridimi location being secret and hidden, all of the tribes would have raided it long ago, Tagoth says. It is so far out in the desert that none of our armies can survive the trip. But I believe we can get there in this conveyance."
"So what heading should I take?" Becker said.
Acorna relayed the question and Miw-Sher said, "North, as if to Hissim, but then west toward the dunes and white hills. We call them the Serpent Spine. That is as far as I know how to go. But I think we should be able to see Uncle Tagoth easily from this machine. The desert is vast, but it is barren, and he will be going the same direction as we are."
Acorna pa.s.sed the information to Becker as they overflew the last of the rainforest and saw the terraced steppes rising before them, wrapped with glittering ribbons of water. This close to the jungle, and far from the Temple where Edu"s plague had been introduced, the fields were healthy and fertile, covered with red, green, and golden gra.s.ses waving in the wind.
"Pit stop," Becker announced, and landed the flitter.
"Why is he stopping?" Miw-Sher asked. "I thought everyone agreed that we need to hurry."
Acorna wanted to know exactly the same thing. She turned to Becker and asked him.
"Well, this is as close to safe as we"re likely to be for quite a while. The first wave of bad guys headed in our direction have been apprehended by the jungle cat folk, who may be making lunch of them right now. I don"t think the second wave is going to be coming in the next few minutes.
"So now is as good a time as any-maybe the best time for Linyaari girls who have healed well but not always wisely to graze and get drinks of water. All of us need a break-p.u.s.s.ycats, too. Maybe they can catch a quick mouse or something-that is, if they can move after all they ate last night. We don"t know what kind of reception we"re in for."
"But the stronghold..." Miw-Sher protested.
Becker held up his hand to ward off her objection. "If this Aridimi place is so hard to find, I bet their p.u.s.s.ycats haven"t got their nice present from the Mulzar yet, and we"ve got a little head start here, thanks to this flitter. We need to take the time to take care of ourselves. I think we should be as ready as we can be for whatever will happen. Heck, I have to go find a handy bush my-self."
Acorna didn"t translate the last part. She did realize that Becker"s point was well taken. She needed to eat and drink as well as rest long enough to catch her breath, if she was to do any more ma.s.s healings. Possibly he was also correct that the cats at the Aridimi stronghold wouldn"t require her help as a healer, but if they did, she must be prepared.
The place Becker had set the flitter down was as beautiful as any Linyaari dream of the lost homeworld. A stream frothed like fine lace over rocks that glittered with as many colors as a gem-stone tiara. The water"s depths were the soft, clear pink of rose quartz. Still, just to be safe, Acorna dipped her horn into the running water and also cleansed the gra.s.ses of the field before she ate them.
"RK, you and the guardians should bring any prey you catch to me to purify before you eat it."
To the disgust of the cats, however, the fields were barren of even the smallest prey, which made Acorna fear that the plague had already spread farther among the animals of the world than she had previously believed.
The gra.s.ses were delicious, though, and the water as well. She enjoyed the chance to stretch and walk about. She was feeling more like herself by the time they reboarded the flitter.
That was when she realized Becker had not been following his own advice about relaxing. "Mac, come in. Do you hear me? Condor, this is your captain speaking. Give me a call if you can hear my voice." But despite his various attempts to adjust, repair, and reset the equipment, all he received in return was static.
Had Mac been a purely organic being, he might have felt chagrin at Becker"s response to his attempt to ascertain the field functionality of the flitter and to educate the crew regarding its upgraded equipment. When the Condor"s com receiver suddenly filled with static, Mac"s initial reaction had been that Captain Becker, in one of his customary fits of gruffness, had "hung up" on him. But then he realized that the monitoring had somehow penetrated his careful programming and those who were doing the monitoring had cut off the transmission.
He needed to do something about that, but he wasn"t sure what. His programming was now quite advanced, as evidenced in his promotion to uniformed crewman, but although he was capable of independent thought, he was not actually programmed to think strategically.
He was pondering what response if any would be appropriate when he observed irregular activity in the aft view screen. Earlier in the morning a flitter had made a short hop from behind the headquarters building to the field east of the Condor"s, docking bay. Now three figures approached it, each from a different angle. Zooming in, he recognized the person nearest the flitter as Lieutenant Commander Macostut.
And very quickly, from the litheness of her movements and some other characteristics he had stored as recognition factors, he identified the second person, coming between Macostut and the third person, as Nadhari Kando. She would be wanting to board as soon as she had spoken to Macostut, he felt sure, so he lowered the robolift. She looked up, then fell down. The third figure, one Mac did not recognize except that a certain facial resemblance to Nadhari identified him as her cousin, the ruler of this place, placed a weapon in his belt and helped Macostut bind Nadhari and load her into the flitter. Before Mac could raise the robolift again and board it to go to her a.s.sistance, the flitter was over the wall and gone.
He stood inside the robolift as it lowered.
Once the lift met the ground, Mac understood that his presence and position would now be known to any who were watching from headquarters. Therefore, he waved in a friendly fashion in that general direction. Two men emerged from the building, looking straight at him.
It seemed as good a time as any to undo the damage they had done to his communications system. He needed to warn the captain about the Federation flitter, and to advise him of Nadhari Kando"s predicament.
Mac walked nonchalantly toward the troopers, wearing his customary friendly and diffident expression. He was, however, accessing the memories he had of the time when he was "muscle" for Kisla Manjari. There were very few of these Federation people left on the post, and only a handful in the communications area. He would reason with them first, of course, and point out that their own commander had broken their prime rule against technological contamination of this world. If they disagreed or failed in any way to be other than helpful and cordial, he, who possessed the strength of about twenty fully organic men, would be forced to modify their physical configurations.
"Captain, shall I take the helm for a while?" Acorna asked. "It would be easier for me to do so, since the controls are built for Linyaari hands."
"You forget I fly with all kinds of alien equipment," Becker said proudly, forgetting that they were on Makahomia precisely because he had added Khleevi equipment to his control array. "Besides, you need to coordinate the mental communication around here. Might be too distracting for you to do that and fly, too. While you were resting up, I familiarized myself with some of Mac"s upgrades. The scanner is a little clunky, but better than
you"ll find in any of the antique Federation buggies they have around here."
Acorna nodded and settled down for a quick nap. She wasn"t the only one to take advantage of the opportunity. Miw-Sher was already limply sprawled under her seat harness, with cats settled beside her, on her lap and shoulders, and at her feet. RK rode up front between Becker and Acorna. Before she could fall asleep, Acorna heard RK"s ruminations about his tragic parting from Haruna, and how the unfortunate feline female would never know what she had missed.
Acorna raised a solicitous hand and scratched the cat under his chin.
He climbed into her lap, put his paws on her shoulder, rubbed his face against her neck, and purred a little. (It"s just that seeing those kittens makes me feel like I"ve missed something, Acorna, you know? I should be a daddy by now, but nooooo... Becker wants only one ship"s cat. I want to make babies.)
Acorna laughed and scrubbed his ears. (You should know better than to try that line on me, Mr. Cat. You don"t care about the baby kittens at all. You just want to make time with a female cat!)
RK sat back up, since he was getting no sympathy, and licked his right front paw. (Nothing wrong with that. It"s what tomcats do.)
(Yes, I understand your frustration,) Acorna said, with such fellow feeling that RK favored her once more by leaning against her face. (I know exactly what you mean. Female Linyaari long for their mates, too.)
(I know,) RK said, and rubbed against her cheek with a brief burst of a purr. (Aari was on the wall.)
Acorna felt the little disk warm against her chest. (Yes, though it wasn"t what you would call a good likeness. And it could have been any Linyaari, but I have had the dreams. It"s him. I know it. He"s long gone, though. The "way they speak of him here, he was from some very ancient time in their history.)
She hoped Aari had not returned to Vhiliinyar while she"d been off saving the world again-though this time it was RK"s world. She cupped the little disk against her throat. She missed him. Aari in dreams and as an ancient historical and mythological character in the Makahomian doctrine was not at all the same thing as Aari beside her.
She sighed and settled down for another catnap. The rest, food, and drink had helped, but she still felt drained by all the healing she"d done since they"d come to this world, and from all the long sleepless nights before that she"d spent wondering when she would see Aari again. She allowed her eyelids to close, hoping to dream of him -
-And jerked awake some time later, hailed by a mental call.
(Acorna, can you hear me? It"s Nadhari.)
(I can read you, Nadhari. Where are you?)
(I"m a prisoner on a Federation flitter with Macostut and Edu. We"re on our way to the Aridimi Stronghold.)
Acorna relayed the information to Becker.
"What"s her position?" he asked.
(Nadhari, can you see the instruments? Do you know what your position is?)
She did indeed know where she was, and relayed the coordinates to Acorna, who told Becker.
After a moment he said, "Bingo! Tell her not to worry. Rescue"s on the way." Becker changed course and put on a burst of speed.