Narani too arrived, hard on Bindanda"s heels, with a tea service, tea, and a pitcher of bland fruit juice.
A meal had arrived.
"Serve, nadiin," Ilisidi said, and they served with ceremony, settling a respectful hush upon the room, a proper appreciation of the chef"s efforts and the sacrifice of edible creatures and plants. Plates were laid out. Tea cups were filled. Each item was doled out with grace and intent. The ill.u.s.tration was presented to Prakuyo, demonstrating the meat dish.
Prakuyo observed, and by no means refused the fish. He attempted the eating-sticks, but his large, blunt digits-he had three, and a medial opposing one, like a thumb, but not quite-made it very clumsy.
"Prakuyo," Bren said, requesting attention. He made a sandwich of bread and curd and meat. And offered it across the table on a saucer.
Prakuyo took the offering cautiously, carefully. And set it down next his own plate. And then a very curious vibration hit the air, deep enough to make the table quiver. Prakuyo simply sat there with head bowed, and it was clear this vibration came from his chest.
Then he got up from the table-security watched, poised, at this breach of custom; but Prakuyo turned his back and continued this strange humming that made tea dance in the cups.
"Is that the ship or is it him?" Cajeiri asked, alarmed. "Is he unhappy?"
One remembered this creature had been confined for most of a decade, and that it might not be sane. Or might be ill, for all they knew. One desperately hoped they hadn"t poisoned him.
At length Prakuyo turned to face the table. The dowager had graciously paused, having done away with a sandwich of her own. But now Prakuyo joined his hands together and carried them to his middle.
"Prakuyo An Tep," Prakuyo said in a voice deep and still quivering with that strange sound, and laid a hand on his chest. "What want?"
Well, Bren thought, heart beating fast. Prakuyo hadn"t hadn"t wasted six years of his sojourn among humans. wasted six years of his sojourn among humans. d.a.m.n dumb s.h.i.t d.a.m.n dumb s.h.i.t wasn"t quite the limit of his understanding. wasn"t quite the limit of his understanding.
Bren rose, quietly, and with a gesture, invited Prakuyo back to his chair. "Sit. Eat. Good. We take Prakuyo to Prakuyo"s ship."
Face contracted in some emotion, Prakuyo made a gesture to him, to the rest of the company. "We?"
"We." Bren was, at first blink, puzzled, then saw, indeed, they did comprise a different sort of we we, for someone whose universe had been, for six years, a very limited set of humans. Admittedly, they formed an odd sort of we we under any less exotic circ.u.mstances... short and tall, strong and weak, young and old, different colors, different manners, different languages-all at one table and constantly changing back and forth between Ragi and ship-speak. under any less exotic circ.u.mstances... short and tall, strong and weak, young and old, different colors, different manners, different languages-all at one table and constantly changing back and forth between Ragi and ship-speak.
Was there not a step for beings, beyond just-civilized-or rationally adult?
"Not station we we," Prakuyo said.
"No. Not station we we. Ship we we." Bren made his oddly a.s.sorted group inclusive with a gesture, and Prakuyo all but trembled. The sound vibration shook cups on the table.
"We wish to go home," Ilisidi said. "He wishes the same. Is this not the heart of matters?"
"One agrees, aiji-ma." Of all civilized ideas at least among atevi and humans, a very potent one. Home.
"We once regarded a foreign star in our skies with intense suspicion. Our a.s.sociations were confused. Our order was overthrown. From such troubled waters rose the once regarded a foreign star in our skies with intense suspicion. Our a.s.sociations were confused. Our order was overthrown. From such troubled waters rose the aishi"ditat aishi"ditat. Was it to the good? No matter asking. It is. What is must be accounted, and only when it is accounted, what is kabiu kabiu will suggest itself." will suggest itself."
Play it by ear. Adapt. Abandon the plan. Look for the new pattern in events as they fell. It was not the human view of crisis management. But it was profoundly atevi, profoundly valid. Had not such thinking even become Mospheiran, over the centuries? Had not the paidhiin worked and fought within the university and the government to get that flexibility with their neighbors installed in place of a more rigid, history-conscious policy?
"Ilisidi, who is very wise, Prakuyo, reminds me that atevi once saw a new star appear in atevi s.p.a.ce. Humans came down to the atevi. She says it"s not good, not bad. It is. We We simply live together. Humans have a station. Atevi live on the station. simply live together. Humans have a station. Atevi live on the station. We We sit at one table. sit at one table. Prakuyo Prakuyo can sit at this table." can sit at this table."
Did Prakuyo pick out even a dozen significant words-and put them together in any sane way?
Intense humming. Prakuyo sought his chair back and leaned on it as if he were reaching his physical or emotional limits.
"These are very excellent cakes," Ilisidi said, waving a hand at the nearest plate. And in Mosphei: "Sit with us, Prakuyo An Tep."
Bren had to take a breath of his own. A full sentence, in Mosphei".
Prakuyo said something deep and sonorous, a modulation of quivering sound. And abruptly he sat down again at table.
"I have books full of pictures," Cajeiri piped up. "I can show him words. Will he like to see those, nandiin?" can show him words. Will he like to see those, nandiin?"
Clever boy. Precocious boy. Not even a bad idea-if those picture books told a little less about the atevi homeworld. But the very flavors that won Prakuyo"s interest admitted a planet. Stations anch.o.r.ed to planets. People occupying stations came from planets, and that ship out there would have tracked their entry, from what direction, and might easily find the world involved. The things he had once thought they might conceal seemed apparent now. They were in this game to the hilt, everything admitted. A visit to atevi s.p.a.ce seemed likely. It was up to them, here, to see it was peaceful.
"Perhaps," Bren said, and Ilisidi waved a negligent hand-which sent Cajeiri running (pursued by a sharp stare from his great-grandmother) out the door.
"Tea?" Narani asked, and offered a cup, which Prakuyo took in both hands. Prakuyo sipped it, seemed at first to find it strange, and then to savor it greatly, dumping in a considerable lot of sugar.
The food on Prakuyo"s plate disappeared as rapidly as that on Ilisidi"s-for that matter, on Cenedi"s and Banichi"s and Jago"s, long after Bren had reached his limit on tea cakes. He sat there waiting for a seven-year-old"s picture books, trying to think of the verbal routes he might use to reach some sort of abstract understanding. Friend Friend hadn"t even crossed the boundary between what was atevi and what was human. hadn"t even crossed the boundary between what was atevi and what was human. Friendship Friendship equated with atevi equated with atevi a.s.sociation a.s.sociation. But intimate, heart-deep divergence of how person connected to person remained elusive to this day. The constellation of emotionally mediated, non-rational, instinct-driven connections escaped them: one side simply did not perceive as the other did.
The one thing they had worked out was that truth was best and that politely pretending to understand was a lethal trap. Nearly impossible to straighten out a transspecies perception of betrayal or, worse, a real nest of lies. There was danger in every direction. But trust... a foregone conclusion of benign intent-could tip the balance at least toward a presumption of good behavior.
Banichi touched his arm-rare; but Banichi wanted his quiet attention.
"Jase-aiji informs us the foreign ship has begun moving toward us. He asks your presence."
d.a.m.n.
But not nearly as heartfelt a d.a.m.n d.a.m.n! as might be if they weren"t sitting at table with a critical condition satisfied-even satiated on tea cakes.
Jase needed to know that. Jase urgently needed to know there was progress.
"Dowager-ji," Bren said. "Prakuyo-ji." Two bows. "Forgive me. Jase needs me urgently. Prakuyo, ship wants me. I come back. Eat. Eat. Lot of food." He bowed again to one and to the other, and ducked outside, Jago in attendance, Banichi having remained with Cenedi, security being stretched perilously thin in that room with a table dividing a very strong guest from two very fragile persons. "Jago, I need to go. I shall not be long. Stay here. a.s.sist. If Jase must speak to that ship, I should be there."
"Yes," Jago said with economy, and Bren hurried down the corridor, already thumbing b.u.t.tons on his pocket com to reach C1.
"This is Bren Cameron. I"m on my way up there. Tell the captain."
Chapter Seventeen.
HE WAS APPROACHING THE END of the corridor as C1 answered him. "Mr. Cameron, sir, the alien craft is moving at a cautious pace; it will have been moving for some time. Indications are it moved shortly after the visible flash when we lost the robot."
Reasonable. The question was what it intended or what it thought was going on. It was a short list, and one hoped it had simply observed that flash and gotten worried. "Has station noticed this movement?"
"Captain Graham is talking to station administration now, advising them not to take any hostile action."
"As they value our collective lives, C1. I suggest you run the initial contact pattern for the alien. Send it and try to establish contact. Let them know we"re still alive and keeping our agreements."
"Captain Graham has already given that order. We are currently transmitting and repeating."
Jase was no fool.
Neither was he. He punched the alternate channel on his com unit as he reached the section door, pa.s.sing Ilisidi"s guards, pa.s.sing the door. "Isolate photographs of our guest, nadi," he asked of Asicho. "Produce a good still image of him and reduce it to black and white, no grays. Send that image to the bridge. A picture that looks happy or serene, if possible to judge."
"Yes, nand" paidhi."
He reached the lift, punched the call b.u.t.ton, and changed com channels. "C1, Cameron here. Five-deck is sending you an image in a moment. Prepare it for transmission to the alien ship. I"m on my way up there in two seconds." The lift car door opened. He stepped in, input his destination.
"Bren?" Jase"s voice, as the car started moving.
"We"re doing fine down here," he reported to Jase. "His name seems to be Prakuyo, he speaks a handful of understandable words, and he"s currently stuffing himself on tea cakes and tea at the dowager"s table."
Small silence. Then: "Get up here. Bren, get up here get up here."
The lift car didn"t move fast enough: it seemed forever until it let him out at the back of the bridge, and he headed straight for his first glimpse of Jase leaning over C1"s console.
Jase was talking with someone on com, angrily so, something about risk and responsibility and innocence. Then: "Let us handle it, Mr. Braddock. I advise you, let us handle this ship and everything to do with it. You"ve got one hole in your station as is, and if you start shooting first, we won"t lift a finger to help you. I"m very serious about that." Jase made a motion to C1, reached past the man and opened a small compartment in the console, extracting one of the communications earpieces. He handed it to Bren. Bren switched it on and stuck it quickly into his ear.
"... reject your credentials for this or any other such operation. You have no authority to contact that ship on your own behalf or ours reject your credentials for this or any other such operation. You have no authority to contact that ship on your own behalf or ours."
Patience ended. Ice entered Jase"s tone. "You had had an alien hostage. Now we have him. You say let you manage communications between that ship and us; but if they contact us, we have no way to explain to them they"re supposed to talk to you, since in six years you don"t seem to have established any relations beyond a hostage situation. We"ve produced a set of communication files, we are using them at the moment, and you can see it"s not shooting. More, your population knows by now why we"re here, they know your hostage is in our hands, and we offer an alternative. Take our offer, sir. Come on board. Let"s shake hands and not even discuss old history." an alien hostage. Now we have him. You say let you manage communications between that ship and us; but if they contact us, we have no way to explain to them they"re supposed to talk to you, since in six years you don"t seem to have established any relations beyond a hostage situation. We"ve produced a set of communication files, we are using them at the moment, and you can see it"s not shooting. More, your population knows by now why we"re here, they know your hostage is in our hands, and we offer an alternative. Take our offer, sir. Come on board. Let"s shake hands and not even discuss old history."
Jase wasn"t doing badly on his own.
"Captain Graham, you are ordered to desist all independent operations, dock, and open your doors."
The one that could use a negotiator"s help was Braddock.
Unfortunately he wasn"t inclined to take help when it was offered.
"Mr. Braddock," Jase said quietly, "we"re providing you and your family a comfortable place in our colonial residency, where you can settle in far more comfort and safety than this station can ever offer. We"ve established contact with the alien ship and we have some confidence it won"t shoot unless provoked, but the point is, Mr. Braddock, it"s alien alien, it"s foreign foreign, it"s not not subject to either of us, and it"s apt to do any d.a.m.ned thing, which means we have to deal with it moment by moment. Negotiations are ongoing. If they break down, you can"t defend yourself; we can"t defend you, and we"re going to need fuel to get you and your station population to safety. Open the fuel port and allow an orderly boarding, for your own protection. The alternative is unthinkable." subject to either of us, and it"s apt to do any d.a.m.ned thing, which means we have to deal with it moment by moment. Negotiations are ongoing. If they break down, you can"t defend yourself; we can"t defend you, and we"re going to need fuel to get you and your station population to safety. Open the fuel port and allow an orderly boarding, for your own protection. The alternative is unthinkable."
"Captain Graham." Different voice. G.o.d, it was Sabin"s Sabin"s voice. voice.
"I"m here," Jase said.
"Captain Graham, relax. The Guildmaster and I are close to an agreement on the fuel and on the boarding. I have every confidence we can do everything we came to do. In the meanwhile, let"s get the preliminaries done. Hard dock. Then we"ll arrange for fueling and and orderly boarding."
Jase listened. And frowned darkly. "Captain. Good to hear from you. Why the silence?"
"Station security precaution. We"ve reached an understanding. Bring the ship in."
"Shall I move to the fuel port, captain?"
"Negative. Bring her into personnel."
"We took a ping off that explosion. We"re testing systems at the moment."
"You can test at hard dock, Captain Graham. Proceed."
"Good try," Jase said. "But nothing"s changed, Guildmaster. You don"t convince me, and pretense is only going to get us in trouble."
Silence. The contact broke off on the other side.
"Synthesized," Jase said. There was a look from C1, a deep breath. Bren heaved a deep breath of his own and put his hands in his pockets, chagrinned-silly lad from the island, he"d he"d believed the voice halfway through that performance. He understood that a computer could in theory reproduce a face as well as a voice, but he"d never heard one do it, and it was an astonishingly good rendition. But linguistically-even computer-a.s.sisted-he"d heard definitively non-Sabin word-choices. believed the voice halfway through that performance. He understood that a computer could in theory reproduce a face as well as a voice, but he"d never heard one do it, and it was an astonishingly good rendition. But linguistically-even computer-a.s.sisted-he"d heard definitively non-Sabin word-choices.
"Doesn"t encourage optimism about a solution," Bren said.
"No. It doesn"t. I"m afraid she"s in a very great deal of trouble." Crew overheard that, and Jase made no attempt to conceal the facts of the situation, even looked at certain of the crew as he said it. "Her orders took that into account. We hope she"s alive. But we can"t help her by giving in to the Guildmaster, and we can"t help her by putting the ship in reach of an armed takeover."
"Jenrette knows," Bren said. "Jenrette knows at least how and where he left her."
"It doesn"t look good. But I have my orders. And just as urgently, we"ve got that ship moving in on us."
"C1," Bren asked the chief com post, "have you received the image from five-deck?"
"Yes, sir." C1 pushed b.u.t.tons. Prakuyo"s face, stark black and white, with drink in hand, lit a display. Happy? Their guest looked positively beatific.
An advanced technology might fake the celebratory pose-to judge by quasi-Sabin"s appearance-but the camera had to have Prakuyo"s living image to get that face and manner.
"I"d like to transmit that to his ship," Bren said to Jase.
"Do it," Jase said; C1 moved, and a reply window began ticking on the display.
"Brilliant," Jase said with a deep breath, then asked, sotto voce: "Is he really that cheerful?"
"He"s enjoying the dowager"s company."
Jase shot him a properly apprehensive look.
"Sir." C1 suddenly called for the captain"s attention. "Mr. Braddock again."
"Let him stew," Jase said. "I"m not available."
"He"s making threats, sir. About voiding the fuel."
"He"s made them before."
"Yes, sir.-The captain"s not available, sir. Sorry."
"C1, do we still have contact with Mr. Becker?" Jase asked.
"Yes, sir," C2 said. "He made it to the commercial zone half an hour ago, no problems."
"We"re going to see action reasonably soon, I think," Jase said. Meanwhile the lift had cycled, and opened. "We"re still short of experienced personnel, Bren. I don"t want to ask this-but we"ve just seen what hope there is of Mr. Braddock taking a reasonable view. We"ve got to lay plans to get into Central-maybe with local help. Maybe not. Our alternative"s pretty grim."
Blowing the station up with people in it-even if one was Braddock-wasn"t palatable.