"Then how come he"s alive and here?" Arnie wanted to know.
"Because I thought he was an escaped slave like me and hid him under the falls until the hunters left. Only then we got captured together," Kris said, which was true enough. "When I came to in the prison, I a.s.sumed he"d been released. Cattenis can"t hold grudges more than twenty-four hours, you know." Mitford gave a curt nod of acknowledgement. "They must have hated him real bad to dump him in with us. Besides which, you"d only be doing the Cats" dirty work for them." Mitford scowled at her and she realized that she"d been clever to bring that up. "h.e.l.l"s bells, man, they"d expect us to waste him, wouldn"t they? So let"s find out - first - what he knows. Then you can kill him." She said that cheerfully, hoping to G.o.d and little green apples that Mahomet would be able to show himself useful enough so that they wouldn"t kill him. She found it odd in herself to think that way about the Catteni but he wasn"t like the others "We sure could use some gen about this place," Mitford agreed reluctantly, glancing around. He gave a convulsive twitch. "Place is too neat for an unsettled world and I"d rather know what we got to contend with now before we stumble into big kimchee with only knives and hatchets." He strode on then to the man who"d discovered the Catteni. He pointed in the proper direction and then followed them. It was Mahomet all right, and she bent down beside him, turning the heavy head to expose where t she"d belted him with the tool. A scar was there but it was well healed.
"Oho!" she said.
"Oho, what?" Mitford asked as the other men ranged themselves around Mahomet. Their expressions were unfriendly and most of them had knives in their hands.
She pointed to the scar. "I clobbered him there. And it"s healed. We were a long time getting here."
"Kill him now before he wakes," Arnie said in a snarl, leaning over, knife-hand raised.
"NO!" Mitford"s word snapped Arnie erect. "The girl"s got something in keeping him alive and able to talk. Don"t tell me he speaks English?" There was a little more respect for her in Mitford"s eyes now and Kris realized that he"d been thinking she"d been Mahomet"s toy.
"Enough lingua Barevi for us to understand him." She splashed the little water that was left in her cup over the Catteni"s face and he reacted by lifting a hand to his face and moving stiffly from side to side. When his foot connected with someone"s leg, she could see him tense. He drew his leg back and in one quick lithe movement was on his feet, arms held slightly out from his sides, alert and ready to defend himself despite the knife-carrying odds against him.
"Easy there," Kris said, stepping in front of him.
"Remember me?" He shot a quick glance at her but his eyes went right back to Mitford. Though the sergeant wasn"t holding a knife, Mahomet had immediately taken him as the leader.
Kris gave him full marks for quick appraisals.
"Yes. You stole the commander"s ffitter," he said in lingua Barevi.
"You did?" Arnie exclaimed. "You b.i.t.c.h !" And he shoved his face right up at her. His breath was vile but she held her ground and glared down at him, once again glad of the extra inches that had made her adolescence a trial. "I got force-whipped because of you!" He jerked his coverall off his shoulder so she could see the weals, still purple, on his skin. "So did fifty others at the discipline a.s.sembly they called because of you!
She"s as bad as he is. No wonder she wasn"t for killing him." Arnie glanced at the other hard faces, willing them to join him.
"Stuff it, Arnie," Mitford said, holding his right arm up in a karate chop position. "We can deal with her later, too, but let"s first find out what this mother knows." Kris"s mouth was dry all over again and she was scared cold. But she couldn"t have let them just kill Mahomet out of hand. She owed him, if only because she"d put him in jeopardy before the twenty-four hour moratorium had pa.s.sed. She was sure that was why he was stuck here with the rest of them. She"d inadvertently told the truth.
Cattenis had hated him enough to make sure he came to a dead end.
"Hey, Sarge," someone yelled across the field, and they looked over their shoulders. In the interval quite a few people had roused and were now homing in on the crates.
Reinforcements were needed.
"C"mon, you," Mitford said to Mahomet and jerked his head to indicate the Catteni should move with them. "And you," he added coldly to Kris.
Kris briefly considered a belated apology to Arnie and decided not to make the effort. Arnie didn"t seem the forgiving type and she might even make matters worse.
Mahomet had not moved, and when two of the men swiped at him with their knives, he ignored them and gestured for Kris to precede him.
Quickly she fell in behind Mitford, hearing the surprise exclamations from the men.
"See how well he knows her," one of them said in a salacious tone of voice.
"She conked him, didn"t she?"
"Yeah, but before or after, Murph?" "Before, Murph," she answered for herself, making her voice as strident as she could. That wasn"t too difficult Iconsidering how scared she was. The situation had turned very ugly. "And that goes for anyone with the same dirty ideas." Looking straight ahead, she strode as confidently as she could back to the crates.
Once there, Mitford signed two of the men to take her and Mahomet behind the crates until he was finished with the new arrivals. He jumped up to his vantage point and, arms c.o.c.ked on his belt, began his spiel. "I"m here to see that these supplies get doled out properly.
So one at a time." He repeated the advice in lingua Barevi, speaking with a fluency that Kris hadn"t expected.
Arnie was helping Mitford on the crates, but some of those who had been lounging on the ground behind the barricade got curious and wandered up to Kris and Mahomet.
"What"s with the Cat?"
"Mitford"s going to question him," said the lankier of the two, a good head taller than Kris and nearly as tall as Mahomet.
"OK, Murph, give Arnie a hand with the supplies now," Mitford said, jumping down. "Now, Cat, tell me why we should keep you alive."
"What is needed to know?" Mahomet asked in Barevi, his voice even, his manner diplomatic.
Kris let relief flood through her. Thank G.o.d he had sense enough - for a Catteni - to know how dangerous his situation was.
"Where we are. Who lives here. Any bad animals.
What can we eat that won"t kill us." Mitford tapped the blanket where his ration bars were stashed. "These won"t last long." Mahomet let out a dry rasp, tried to clear his throat to form words. Kris knew he"d be as dry as anyone else but she didn"t dare ask for the favour of water for him.
She mustn"t be seen to favour, much less help, him.
"Here, give me that cup, Ba.s.s," Mitford said, snapping his fingers at one of the onlookers who had a cup in his hand.
"Huh? Give a Cat a drink?"
"If that helps him tell us what we need to know. Give it. You"ve been guzzling water for the past hour."
"I like that!" But Ba.s.s handed over the cup. "I want it back." Mahomet held up his own cup and with a nod of his head towards Ba.s.s accepted the water Mitford doled out. He took a small sip, rinsing his mouth, and then a longer one.
"1 remember some details. This planet surveyed. I did not read all.
"What did you read then?" Mitford demanded.
"Longer day, mild climate, ..- He frowned, trying to find the words, "species not other found. Three types deathly." He paused for another sip and then circled the cup to indicate the field. "Better go from here soon.
Open field dangerous."
"Then why was we put down here?" Arnie demanded from his vantage on the crates. "So we could all get killed?"
"No," Mahomet shook his head, a rueful grin on his lips. "To live, to fight what is here. This how Catteni settle planets - the not easy ones." He finished the water then, knocking it back in his throat, tapping the cup on his teeth to be sure he had received the last drops.
Then he stood there, his eyes going slowly from one face to another and coming back to Mitford"s.
"How"d you get sent off with all of us?" the sergeant asked.
Mahomet gave him a long look, a slight frown on his face. "Say again?" He surprised them by asking in accented English.
"You are here, too, Kris said, rephrasing the question.
"Why?" He didn"t look in her direction and shrugged. "I kill. I escape. I am - - - took. Day not over." He shrugged again.
"You killed another Catteni?" Mitford asked and when Mahomet nodded, "And they deported you for that?"
"Day not over."
"That rule you were talking about?" Mitford asked Kris and she nodded. "Why"d you kill a Catteni?" Mahomet gave a little snort, and the expression on his face suggested that they were not going to believe him.
"He insulted Ema.s.si and he kill four strong slaves no reason."
"Slaves? Like we were?" Mitford turned his thumb against his chest.
Mahomet nodded.
"Guy"s too clever," Arnie said in a growling tone. "Clever enough to lie his way out of being killed."
"I don"t happen to think he"s lying," Mitford said slowly. "I heard something the day of that riot.
Some Cats"d been hunting another Cat captain who"d killed their patrol leader."
"Patrol leader," Mahomet repeated, recognizing the words and nodding his head. "I kill. Not wise "His lips twitched and then he added, "Cat." Suddenly everyone was aware of a weird noise.
"Down. All down, sffll!" Mahomet said as he dropped flat to the ground. The urgency m his voice and his tone of command was compelling.
"You heard him," Mitford said and gestured furiously at those on the crate. "Get down, you fools. Lie still." The noise got louder and louder, piercing eardrums.
Some of those in the process of getting up lay back down, covering their ears. The two Deski who had been issued their knives moaned and cowered against the crates.
A shadow out of the west preceded the shape that overfiew the field while the weird sound became an unG.o.dly whistling shriek.
Whatever it was was big and it swooped suddenly. Some unfortunate let out a terrified scream which trailed off as the flying monster departed with its prey. Kris saw brief struggles of ouffiung arms and legs and then all movement ceased. The weird noise cut off as abruptly.
"What the . . . was that?" Arnie cried.
"Deathly," Mahomet said. Then he pointed to the tree shapes at the upper edge of the field. "Watcher?" he both asked and suggested to Mitford. "Alert by call?"
"Many of them things around?" Mitford asked.
"Don"t know. One is not enough?" Mahomet asked in a droll tone.
"Yeah, one"s enough. Murph, you got a loud voice, you and Taglione, get up there and play sentry. Anyone see who it got?" he called up to those at the far end of the crates who would have had a better view.
"Didn"t see. Looked like one of us."
"Would be. We got more meat on our bones than the Deskis," and Mitford looked over to the spindly creatures who were still cowering and moaning against the crates.
"Do you Deskis know what those are?" He asked one of them in lingua Barevi. They both shook their heads but lowered their hands from their ears.
"Sound hurt Deski ears," Mahomet said, rising to his feet and dusting himself off. "They hear faster. Send them watch."
"Good idea, Cat," and Mitford issued the orders. The Deskis both tried to slink away until Mitford called Murph and Taglione to escort them.
Mahomet said one brief spate of sounds at them and they instantly obeyed.
"You speak Deski?" Mitford asked the Catteni.
"Deski, Morphinis, Turski, Rugash," Mahomet said.
"Ang-leesh not many verds," he added in English.
"Unnershtan better talk ssslow."
"Well, now we"re cooking," Mitford said. He looked around at his allies, nodding especially at the recalcitrant and dissatisfied Arnie. "I don"t think I got the message across to some of the aliens here." Mahomet nodded. "Easy to say not unnershtan - - doan like order." Mitford barked out a laugh.
"d.a.m.ned well told, Cat.
I think we keep you alive a while longer."
"Thank you." And Mahomet briefly inclined his upper body towards Mitford.
"Name? Rank?" the sergeant asked the Catteni, ignoring the mutters of disapproval at that decision. When the mutter grew louder, he turned fiercely around. "Look, you sorry lot asked me to take command. Don"t buck me when I make a command decision. Someone"s got to. I say this mother is worth more to us alive - until he proves otherwise. Already saved somebody"s neck from the flying thing. You don"t like it, go it on your own.
Get me?" The human protest subsided and Kris felt her knees wobbling with relief. She was also dry-mouthed again from stress.
"So," Mitford turned back expectantly to Mahomet.
"Name. Rank."
"Zainal, Ema.s.si," he said, but Kris knew that wasn"t the Catteni word for captain.
"Mitford, Sergeant. I outrank you, he added in such a bland-faced lie that Kris coughed to hide her guffaw.
"I"m going for some more water," she told Mitford and walked off without waiting for any permission.
"Water good," Mahomet Zainal remarked in an even tone.
"All right, but I"ve some more questions for you, Ema.s.si Zainal." "Zainal, now." Kris grinned as she heard the correction, but Zainal kept right on walking to the stream.
"You shouldn"t"ve let him go off like that," Arnie said in a whine of protest.
"Like what? He"s only going for a drink. Where else can he go?
Now, let"s get back on the job. Be glad I didn"t ask you to go get water for him." He ignored Arnie"s curses and continued. "Here come some more customers. Let"s get this done before those flying things strafe us again."
"I dunno why you"d believe anything that Cat says -" Arnie said to Mitford. "And you let that b.i.t.c.h away with "Stow it, Arnie." Kris took two slow cupfuls of water before she started back to the crates. Zainal - an interesting name, she thought - was ahead of her, but at a tangent, aiming for Mitford, who was looking out over the field of bodies still lying motionless. He"d handled a very difficult situation deftly and got her off the hook at the same time. She saw him look out over the body-strewn field. He paused briefly to examine those nearest. Shamelessly she c.o.c.ked her ears to hear what he said to Mitford, his rumbling ba.s.s carrying easily.
"There are dead.
"Do Catteni expect casualties?"