"A UNSN human enter a den of armed kzintosh?"
"I have not always been a staff officer. Jocelyn, you should perhaps wait here."
"Why? Do you think I fear a few shot-up ratcats, Flatlander? When we Wunderlanders have fought them face-to-face these years?"
"I am thinking of Jorg. I wish to negotiate with him."
"He is mine lawfully! As are all the human traitors lawfully in the power of the Free Wunderland Forces to deal with! You have agreed to that!"
"Nevertheless, I think it would be best."
"No."
"Please do not forget our respective ranks."
How strange! thought Raargh-Sergeant. To the kzin, human discipline seemed both soft with its feeble punishments and unyielding in its hierarchy. Kzinti discipline was ferocious but admitted a streak of anarchy as well. He who gave an order was expected to be able to enforce it physically at once. thought Raargh-Sergeant. To the kzin, human discipline seemed both soft with its feeble punishments and unyielding in its hierarchy. Kzinti discipline was ferocious but admitted a streak of anarchy as well. He who gave an order was expected to be able to enforce it physically at once. It is almost a parody of kzin dominance establishment, without death-duels. How much did they learn from us? It is almost a parody of kzin dominance establishment, without death-duels. How much did they learn from us?
"You may answer to Markham!"
"I answer to the UNSN alone."
"And do you think I do not know who the UNSN"s real masters are? You have revealed more of yourselves than you think these last few days! This is our planet, our system!"
"Which we have just liberated for you! A few days ago you were still weeping at the wonder and glory of the Hyperdrive Armada. . . . Let the dust of this last battle at least settle before we quarrel among ourselves. Jocelyn, I ask you, let me handle this my way . . . and let us not be shamed-before Heroes. Very well. Come."
"Do you sssurindir sssurindir, Raargh-Sergeant?"
"Hroarh-Captain, it seems there is no choice. H"rr."
"Let the monkeys settle with the monkeys then. I will tell our Heroes to fire no more. Our task is to save what we can of our own."
Chapter 4.
The two kzin and eight humans, six of the latter armed troopers, crossed the compound, past the smouldering wreck of the gun car. Raargh-Sergeant still carried his guns, for no human had seemed disposed to take them from him, but their barrels pointed to the ground.
"It is finished," he said, as he entered the Mess-Hroarh-Captain could no longer negotiate the steps. "I shall report that you have accomplished your duties satisfactorily," he added in the old formula, though he did not know whom he would report to. The Fanged G.o.d, perhaps? He saw that the Staff Colonel removed his headdress as he entered. Jocelyn-Captain did not.
The remnants of his "garrison" fell back from the weapons. The head-wounded Hero was in a twitching coma; the kzinrett, thankfully, now seemed engrossed in the suckling kitten and needed no restraints. The great drum was broken, he saw. They must have struck it too hard in their efforts. It hardly matters. We have no more Sergeants" Mess It hardly matters. We have no more Sergeants" Mess.
"So you hand me over," said Jorg. He spoke not to Raargh-Sergeant but to the human male.
"I will make diplomatic representations," Staff Colonel c.u.mpston replied. "A fair trial, at least. I want to see no more undeserving dead. No more human dead, even no more kzinti dead."
"Hear the Flatlander," muttered one of the human troopers. "Merciful to ratcats he never fought against or suffered under."
Jocelyn said no word of rebuke. The colonel turned to the trooper and began to raise a hand, then dropped it. It might have been simply an aborted gesture, but it might have served the purpose of calling attention to the row of decorations that he wore.
"A fair trial! What farce is this!"
"What trial did you give the humans in your power?" flared Jocelyn. "A one-way ticket to the Public Hunt! "Our masters tell us there is a continuing demand for monkeymeat, a quota to be met!" Do you think I have forgotten those words?"
"A quota you you helped supply. And if we had not, things would have been worse. We had a civilization. We lost it. Do you think by these methods you will build it again?" helped supply. And if we had not, things would have been worse. We had a civilization. We lost it. Do you think by these methods you will build it again?"
"Yes, plead for your life! You should do it well. You have heard plenty of your victims" pleadings. Take all their best phrases!"
"What is happening?" asked Bursar. "If there is a crisis, we must be calm. What is this monkey chatter?"
The kit ran to Raargh-Sergeant. "Yes, what is happening? May we fight now? The shooting was over very quickly."
"Not now," said the colonel. The soft syllables of the Female Tongue which the kit was used to were relatively easy for a human to p.r.o.nounce, yet he could place in it a churr of authority as well: "Your Raargh-Sergeant Hero will tell you no more fighting." He strode around the room, nodding at what he saw. At the block encasing Peter Brennan, he made a peculiar gesture. Raargh-Sergeant realized he was beckoning to him.
"More should see this," he said.
"I do not think more will. There will be no more Sergeants" Mess."
"No. Tell me, Raargh-Sergeant, have you ever been on furlough in the hills?"
"A few times, when things were quiet. And I have hunted ferals there."
"I see. Captain Jocelyn wants you dead."
"I would like that tree-swinger dead too."
"She has reasons. Her family . . . H"rr."
"I have reasons too. She lied to us, and because of her, Lesser-Sergeant and the others are dead and my Honor is in the mud with monkey dung."
"Let us be calm. It would be too easy for a war of extermination to flare up again, and it is your kind that would perish on this planet. I and some others have tried hard to prevent that. So has Hroarh-Captain and Hroth-Staff Officer, and he is the last of Traat-Admiral"s own Pride to survive."
"And when our Patriarchal Navy returns in force? What of you monkeys then?"
"They will find it hard to fight a s.p.a.ce war against the hyperdrive, I think. But we look to a cease-fire not on Wunderland only, but between the planets. Perhaps you will go home to Kzin."
The concepts were largely too alien to take in. He grasped what he could.
"Home to Kzin? I was born here, as was my Honored Sire. Somewhere here lie my kit"s bones. And why should Kzinhome receive us, who are defeated and disgraced and should have died if we could not conquer? Ka"ashi Ka"ashi is my home." is my home."
"Yes. Have you seen much of this home of yours, Raargh-Sergeant?"
"I have been in the Patriarch"s Forces since I was a youngster. I have gone where I was sent."
"The mountains?"
"Yes, of course, as I said. I was made Sergeant and Raargh-Sergeant in campaigning."
"There could be good hunting there, for man or kzin."
"Yes."
"There still can be."
"I do not understand."
"No place for you here now. No place for you on Kzinhome. The hills are wide."
"And what of Hroarh-Captain?"
"The UNSN will need him, and all the very few kzin officers who have survived, to administer the kzin population. Montferrat-Palme has made arrangements."
"As the Jorg-human was needed by us?" So the humans" highest controller had been a secret feral too.
"No. Come a proper peace settlement, the kzin will not be enslaved. In any event, they could not be . . . That kitten, is he your son?"
"No. A war orphan."
"So he will die?"
"Male kits who lose their fathers too soon usually die, unless a kzintosh without get of his own adopts them."
"There must be many orphans on this planet now."
"Many indeed."
"I suppose the UNSN will be sitting up orphanages for kittens as well as children. It will be interesting to see the results in a generation or so."
"You would turn our children into monkeys?"
"No. Take your hand from your wtsai wtsai. It would be futile to even try. But you asked of Hroarh-Captain. I see a place for him."
"And the Jorg?"
"A traitor. He goes to the Free Wunderlanders."
"He dies."
"I will not kill him. But I will shed no tears for him. How would you feel about a kzin who did what he has done?"
"I do not know tears. But you monkeys are hard to understand. No Hero would do what he has done."
"Raargh-Sergeant . . ."
"Raargh-Sergeant no more. There is no force for me to be Sergeant."
"Raargh, then."
The single, rankless Name hung for a moment in the air as the kzin tasted it.
"Raargh, I cannot allow you to spill more human blood. You understand that."
Jocelyn strode to them.
"Raargh-Sergeant! There can be no further delay. It is time for your kzin to hand over their weapons now! We have two gun cars outside now. And there are more humans all round the monastery, armed. If you refuse I will take it as an act of war, and one UNSN officer and one geriatric priest will not interfere."
Think quickly, he told himself.
Then: "Very well."
He spoke to the others in the Heroes" Tongue, using the ordinary dominant tense in which military orders were given.
"Step back from the weapons."
"And your own, Raargh-Sergeant!"
He set down the beam rifles.
"I suppose you had better stay here for the time being. I have no facilities for these wounded. You may be moved to a holding camp later."
"Jocelyn-Captain . . . the Ptrr-Brunurn Ptrr-Brunurn. He is a trophy of the Sergeants" Mess."
"I said he could remain. I will abide by my word."
"But there is no Sergeants" Mess now, only a few wounded kzinti who will soon be gone I know not where. We can no longer toast him with ritual and honor him and Kzarl-Sergeant. I give him back to you, so humans at least may honor him as he deserves. He is at risk of being dishonored otherwise." Kzarl-Sergeant. I give him back to you, so humans at least may honor him as he deserves. He is at risk of being dishonored otherwise."
"Very well."
"There is another matter. Chuut-Riit"s urine." He indicated the ceremonial jar.
"What do I want with cat p.i.s.s? We will clear that stink away from this world."
"It was a great gift to the Mess, presented in token of our Honor and Valor. Again there is no Mess. You are the conqueror. Do with it what you will, but it is a great trophy and thing of pride for us. A great night it was." Of feasting, too, though I should not say that, lest she think upon that feast. Of feasting, too, though I should not say that, lest she think upon that feast. But, oh, my Sire, and O Honored Chuut-Riit, it tears my liver and shaves my mane to do this thing! Know that I pick my way as best I can along trails of Honor that have grown twisted. But, oh, my Sire, and O Honored Chuut-Riit, it tears my liver and shaves my mane to do this thing! Know that I pick my way as best I can along trails of Honor that have grown twisted. "A gift from an old "A gift from an old rratcat rratcat who tried to fight with Honor." who tried to fight with Honor."
"Very well." She pa.s.sed her beam rifle to a trooper and took the jar, noting, perhaps, its intricate carvings and inlays. She gestured at Jorg von Thoma. "Come."
The human party turned and walked towards the car. Staff Colonel c.u.mpston lingered, looking back at the collection of wounded kzinti.
"I will carry the Ptrr-Brunurn Ptrr-Brunurn" said Raargh. He beckoned to the kit. "Vaemar," he said, "give me good help to move this honored human. For you see my arm and legs are little use." To the colonel he said, "There is a debt."
The human nodded just perceptibly. "I know that Heroes are honorable in their debts," he said, "for good or ill. I may collect this debt one day . . . In the meantime, your Name as your word that you will harm no more humans?"
"My Name as my word. Save in defense."
"I have been a sergeant myself. If I may say so, perhaps old sergeants of all kinds tend to understand one another. It is a thankless job."