"Thanks. I badly needed a grin." Raden spoke on as they made their way to the s.p.a.ce gear lockers and busied themselves there. "Do you remember the anomalous iron content Maria found in the high k.u.mukahi atmosphere?" She nodded. "We don"t yet know what spews it out. I"d say the best guess is convulsions in the planetary body; then rising air currents-what storms those must be!-bring it aloft. Pele isn"t an ultraviolet emitter on the scale of Sol or Alpha A, but that close, k.u.mukahi surely gets plenty to split molecules or radicals into atoms-ionized atoms-once they"re up where the air is thin. Then-here"s my guess-tremendous magnetic fields are interacting, the star"s and the planet"s, changeably, chaotically. It may result in vortices that pull ferromagnetic atoms together over an enormous range. They join into macroscopic clumps, pellets, perhaps still carrying some charge. Then a surge in the fields accelerates them to escape velocity, or nearly. They"re thrown out of the atmosphere, probably in bursts, like shotgun fire. The sundiver ran into a cl.u.s.ter. The planet had given her such a velocity of her own that the encounter riddled her.
"Whether I"m right or wrong, the notion suggests precautions for the future, doesn"t it? We need data, data, data, observations, missions, year after year before we can hope to make a halfway decent computer model." His tone and eyes came ablaze. "Unique in our experience. What a wild fluke of luck! What a chance to learn learn!"
For a moment the enthusiasm caught her too. She had always been fascinated by science, but none of her men before now had been scientists. To see, to be a part, of truly doing it- If nothing else, life with Craig would never be dull.
The mood chilled and hardened in them both. They had work on hand.
Elementary prudence dictated wearing s.p.a.ce gear. It needn"t be c.u.mbersome full armor, simply protection against possible hot spots, noxious gases, or the like. They stripped off their clothes-gazes flying up and down, and a pulse in the throat-and took skintights from the suit locker. Those were easy to pull on. The molecules flowed to make a dermis from neck to ankles, shinily reflective, leather-tough, silk-flexible, veined with electronics and tiny capillaries for exuding sweat vapor or other unwanted fluids but sealing the body off from the outside. Boots snuggled similarly to feet and ankles. A backrack went on nearly as readily, for powerpack, airtank, regulators, water supply. The collars of the clear, hard helmets made themselves fast to shoulders and coupled to the rack. The wearers could talk by radio or, with sound amplification, directly; they likewise had good hearing, while sensors woven into the integument provided tactility.
His smile quirked at her through the barriers between. "All set for the dance, Tyra?"
"Well, I"ll take a promissory note for my corsage," she forced herself to reply in kind.
Sternly: "To repeat the doctrine one last time. I go first. You stay behind at the entrance till I call for you. If I call, "Get away!" instead, or you realize that something"s gone seriously wrong, close our airlock and release the gang tube. Worning will instruct you how to bring Caroline Caroline back. This isn"t heroics, it"s plain common sense, and you know how and why to follow orders." back. This isn"t heroics, it"s plain common sense, and you know how and why to follow orders."
Softly: "Not that I expect danger. Horror, perhaps. You may well be tougher than me, dealing with that. You"re a remarkable lady, Tyra, and I"m an incredibly lucky man."
"I love you," she whispered, and knew she meant it. Whatever happened in the future, she had been set free of regrets from the past.
They waited for a span that felt endless, although clocks showed little change. Then she felt a thud go through metal and knew that the vessels had made contact.
She stood trying to visualize events. Caroline Caroline nudged the sundiver. Both recoiled the least bit. The autopilot had gauged nicely; airlocks were nearly aligned. nudged the sundiver. Both recoiled the least bit. The autopilot had gauged nicely; airlocks were nearly aligned. Caroline Caroline"s gang tube need only extrude two or three meters to enclose the lock opposite and grip with molecular forces. The search program got busy as directed, stimulating crystals into vibrations that it detected and a.n.a.lyzed. It found the combination that would activate the mechanisms. Quantum levels fluctuated, utterances of command. Engines in the outer and inner portals of the kzin hull swung the valves aside. Gas billowed into the tube. Instruments verified that, while not in any normal state, it was not potentially destructive. Caroline Caroline"s lock opened.
Heat rushed over Tyra in a flood. Protected, she felt it only slightly. The suit could maintain her in the oven for several minutes at least. She was flashingly, selfishly glad she could not smell whatever stenches the inflow bore.
Raden sprang forward. She followed as far as the airlock chamber and halted. Raden spun upward. His heels kicked ridiculously as he went out of her sight. The gravity polarizers inside the sundiver had failed too, she understood. Well, he knew how to handle himself in microgravity.
After a few hundred heartbeats his voice reached her. "Come on through, Tyra. There"s just one of them. He"s in bad shape, but alive. Come help me bring him over to us."
15.
Heroes scream when they leap to do battle. They bear pain in silence.
That was a battle of its own. Ghrul-Captain had never dreamed how long and lonely it could be. Often he wanted to make an end. If necessary, he could claw his throat across.
But his folk might yet regain the s.p.a.cecraft. Finding his body, they would see how he died. If he had endured to the end, always watchful for the chance to somehow strike back, they would bring home his praise. His kin would gain pride, and renewed standing. He would live on in memory, song, fame. If what he had done turned out to be to the good of the Race, he might be given a shrine and yearly blood sacrifices.
If nothing else, they would remember how he had dared. Something no kzin had ever done before. Something no monkey ever would.
Yes, let him keep this before him, that he was not a monkey who whimpered and fled, but a Hero.
He bobbed about randomly. Now and then he b.u.mped into a side of the cabin. Though the lining was a soft insulator, every touch seared, and he jerked free with the breath hissing between his fangs. His fur was singed, his whiskers scorched, his tail one blister from end to end. Each shallow breath filled his breast with pain. His ears were clenched tight. He seldom opened his eyes to the parching, baking air. Dreams had begun to weave distortedly through the darkness behind the lids. He tried to fight them off.
If only death would come, the cool, kindly night- No, he must not think so, the wish was unworthy of a Hero. Let him rather hold that fact to his bosom, and the victory over the monkeys he had achieved.
It was what meant most, he thought whenever the tide of delirium ebbed back for a while. If only within his own spirit, he had struck a blow at them. Someday they would find out how deeply the blade had gone in. One stab, true, one out of the millions it would take to bring them down and avenge the Race, but his.
Something stirred, something made noise. He hauled himself to full awareness. A shape, not a vision, a real thing that touched him-anguish lanced; he almost cried out-and gabbled. Behind its helmet was a face like the face of a flayed corpse.
Monkey.
Another soared in. He s.n.a.t.c.hed for recollections. Strong Runner Strong Runner swung afar. The monkeys, the rich, battening monkeys had sent boats out. One had laid alongside his. swung afar. The monkeys, the rich, battening monkeys had sent boats out. One had laid alongside his.
What did they want? To take him captive, maybe try to sell him back to his folk-to seize the knowledge his vessel had won from the wreck of a world-or hand him over freely and gloat?
It hardly mattered. They were monkeys, victorious.
They were pulling and shoving him with them.
No, never. A kind of joy gleamed through the pain that had become Ghrul-Captain"s universe.
Monkeys crawled around in their tree. They jeered at the hunter below and pelted him with dung. But all the while, their bough was bending under their weight, until they were in reach of him.
To kill these would be his vengeance for the Race and himself. What happened afterward mattered little. He might or might not be able to pilot their craft back to Strong Runner Strong Runner in time for the medic to save him. Certainly their fellow monkeys would shriek and jabber; but they"d do nothing decently warlike. Certainly, too, his achievement would go far toward inspiring the Race, would help hasten the day of reckoning. in time for the medic to save him. Certainly their fellow monkeys would shriek and jabber; but they"d do nothing decently warlike. Certainly, too, his achievement would go far toward inspiring the Race, would help hasten the day of reckoning.
His warrior skills returned to him. He should bide his time, let them carry him off to where he"d have weight under his feet, where he"d draw some lungfuls of air like the air of home. Then he"d be ready. Enough strength would flow back for long enough. Later he could rest in the blessed cool, rest and rest, sleep and sleep.
To loosen his muscles was the start of his preparing. He shut his eyes again and tried not to wince or gasp when the monkeys touched a burnt spot. They didn"t mean to. There drifted through him a recollection of a teacher at his academy, discussing the monkeys, saying, "What they call conscience makes cowards of them all."
16.
"Easy, now, easy," Raden said. "The poor devil. You or I wouldn"t have survived this long, or wanted to. We can"t let him crash on the deck when we enter our gravity field."
"No," Tyra agreed, "but we can"t drag him to the first aid station either. He weighs weighs," that huge body.
"Yes. I think probably we"d do best to turn off the polarizer while we convey him. First, though, for G.o.d"s sake, we have got to get him out of this d.a.m.ned kiln."
They maneuvered the kzin through the gang tube. Straining, they eased his sudden ponderousness to the deck beyond. He lay sprawled, seemingly barely conscious. The eyelids weren"t quite shut, a yellow slit gleamed between. Raden straightened and tapped instructions for airlock closure. Ventilators whirred, sucking away the hot air. Tyra imagined that, through her suit, she felt the freshness gusting in. She stepped a pace aside to catch her breath. Her glance flitted across scorch marks, blisters, raw fire wounds. I suppose this was our duty, she thought. Do we have any a.n.a.lgesics that work on kzinti? Maybe they can tell me on our ship or maybe we can only make haste there.
The giant stirred. He struggled up. For half a minute he stood unsteadily, breath harsh in his throat. Bloodshot eyes glared.
"What the h.e.l.l?" Raden exclaimed. "Don"t be afraid. You"re with friends now."
Silly, flashed through Tyra. The kzin probably doesn"t know English. And if he did, would he listen?
He didn"t quite scream and leap. He uttered a hoa.r.s.e, broken cry and lurched toward the man. Claws slid forth. He swiped a mighty arm. The s.p.a.cesuit fabric ripped.
"No! Don"t! Are you crazy?" Raden stumbled backward. The kzin followed. Again he slashed. Raden barely dodged, into a corner.
And we have no weapon, Tyra silently shrieked.
Maybe I do! She wheeled about and fled. Growls, snarls, and human yells pursued.
Up the companionway. Down the pa.s.sageway. A remote part of her knew how fast she bounded and ran, but it felt nightmarishly slow. Swivel through a doorway into the tiny galley. The largest knife she had brought gleamed in a rack. Her father had taught her always to keep cutting tools sharp. She s.n.a.t.c.hed it and sped back.
She half expected to find Craig disemboweled. But he knew his martial arts, sidestepped, ducked, weaved, dropped to the deck and bounced up again. The kzin was slow and clumsy. Though red flowed from half a dozen shallow gashes, the dance of death went on.
The kzin didn"t see her, or reckon her for anything if he did. She got behind him and sprang. Her legs clamped around his great barrel of a body, her free hand dug into an ear and hauled. The knife struck.
The kzin coughed a roar and reached back. She clung while she worked the blade across his throat. Blood spouted. She felt claws rake through her own suit. She clung and cut.
The kzin buckled. She let go and jumped clear. The kzin went to his knees, to all fours, onto his belly. He struggled for a while as the life pumped out of him.
Tyra had left the knife in his neck. She and Raden fell into each other"s arms. "Are you all right?" she choked.
"N-nothing serious, I think. You?"
"Same."
They stood thus, shuddering, until the body slumped and lay quiet. Blood reddened the chamber; excrement befouled the deck. So much for a heroic death, thought Tyra vaguely.
"What shall we do?" Raden mumbled.
She rallied a little. "Take care of our injuries. Disengage the s.p.a.cecraft. Call our own. And . . . and send this corpse out the airlock." Unwillingly, she thought: Let him go on to the stars. "Set the pilot for rendezvous with Freuchen Freuchen, and go to sleep. Sleep and sleep. Later, we can clean up this place. And think."
They trembled for an hour or more. A kzin wouldn"t have. But they were merely human.
17.
The captains met with them in Bihari"s cabin aboard Samurai Samurai. She wanted complete privacy.
"You were wise not to report more than the bare minimum on your way back," she said. After they arrived and gave her the whole story, the medical program ordered them to sickbay for two daycycles under sedation. Released, calmed, they would need a while more to feel entirely fit. However, a flit across to the lancer was, if anything, refreshing-a sight of stars, Milky Way, majesty and immensity.
Worning nodded. "Ja, we can"t be quite sure the ratcats don"t keep a few little receivers...o...b..ting about; and you didn"t have the equipment to encrypt."
Raden winced. "I, at least, didn"t trust my judgment in this case either," he confessed. "How might the kzinti react to a . . . a terrible incident?"
"I could have told you that," Tyra said. "I"m d.a.m.ned glad we have a better warship than they do."
"They don"t have the news to react to in any case," Bihari stated. "When they discovered that you"d made a short contact with the sundiver, they finally replied to my messages, demanding to know the details. I put them off until you came. Then I informed them that you found the pilot dead. Ghrul-Captain, he was. The master himself."
"Daft," snorted Worning. "You don"t send a skipper off like that. They"re maniacs, the whole lot of them."
"They"re different from us," protested Raden.
"Which makes them deadly dangerous," Tyra retorted.
He sighed. "I"ve admitted to you, darling, I"ve been shocked out of, of what seemed like realism. Yes, we do need to keep on guard. Although negotiations- Well, I was afraid the blunt truth might antagonize them. So I left it to you professionals, Captain Bihari, to explain things tactfully."
Tyra shook her head and clicked her tongue. He was honest, he"d change an opinion when the facts convinced him it was wrong, but down underneath he"d always be an idealist. Which probably was part of his being lovable.
"What did you say to them?" she asked.
"That you"d made a gesture," Bihari answered. "Because his vessel wouldn"t cool down before he was roasted like a food animal, you gave him s.p.a.ce burial. A mark of respect and honor. Shayin-Mate, the present master, seemed pleased, perhaps a bit relieved. I added that you did nothing else aboard, never touched the databases, which they could verify as soon as a mission of theirs overhauled the derelict."
Raden"s haggardness lighted up. "Excellent, ma"am! Tyra and I won"t let the secret out either, will we, darling?"
"I"d like to," Tyra replied. "You were so brave and-"
"Scarcely like you." His hand reached for hers.
She shrugged. "Needs must. The story wouldn"t give them a pretext for starting the next war. They aren"t ready yet."
He frowned slightly but kept silence.
"Maybe it could complicate diplomacy a little, though," Tyra went on. "And surely it"d complicate relationships here at Pele. All right, ma"am and sir, it won"t go beyond the four of us." I"ll keep the glory to myself, and wish he"d share it with me, but he never will, she thought.
He relaxed and laughed. "I couldn"t have robbed that database anyhow," he said. "Couldn"t have endured the heat and wasn"t acquainted with their systems."
"I wish you had been," growled Worning. "I"ll hate seeing that knowledge fall into their claws."
"It cannot be critically important," Raden rea.s.sured him. "Once we"ve established a permanent scientific presence-robotic, no doubt, but permanent-we"ll soon have all of it and much more. Meanwhile, we"ve gotten the truly invaluable piece of information. Not just that there"s a hazard we must protect future probes against, but that there"s an extraordinary phenomenon. Whether or not my hypothesis about the iron proves out, we hold a clue to understandings we never even knew we lacked." His voice dropped. "Tragic, that a sentient being died for it. If only we could commemorate him somehow-"
Jesu Kristi, thought Tyra, after he did his best to kill us? Then, ruefully: That"s my Craig.
"But we have have learned," Raden said, with a lilt in his voice that she also knew. "This alone justifies our expedition. Let the kzinti take what he earned for them." learned," Raden said, with a lilt in his voice that she also knew. "This alone justifies our expedition. Let the kzinti take what he earned for them."
"As a matter of fact," answered Bihari, "they aren"t going to." Startled gazes sought her. "Shayin-Mate told me he would launch a missile-he told me exactly when, giving us plenty of time to track and stand alert-that will overhaul and destroy the sundiver. It started off about half an hour ago. He also said, um-m, "The Heroes have accomplished everything they intended, and will return home very shortly." The latest indications are that preparations for departure are already in train."
"Kzinti-simply giving up?" asked Tyra.
"Well, perhaps they have no boat capable of rendezvous with one on such a trajectory. Caroline Caroline barely was, and the parameters were more favorable than they are by now. Under no circ.u.mstances would the kzinti make us a free gift of anything the mission gained. On the other hand-I can"t prove this, it"s an intuition, but rising from experience. I strongly suspect Ghrul-Captain was the driving force behind their entire venture. The acting master may well be seizing an opportunity to minimize his role, or actually make him out to have been a fool. Thereafter Shayin-Mate becomes the paragon who frustrated the humans, salvaged everything that could be salvaged, and brought his ship home to fight another day. He can hope to be made Shayin-Captain. Kzinti have their own internal politics." barely was, and the parameters were more favorable than they are by now. Under no circ.u.mstances would the kzinti make us a free gift of anything the mission gained. On the other hand-I can"t prove this, it"s an intuition, but rising from experience. I strongly suspect Ghrul-Captain was the driving force behind their entire venture. The acting master may well be seizing an opportunity to minimize his role, or actually make him out to have been a fool. Thereafter Shayin-Mate becomes the paragon who frustrated the humans, salvaged everything that could be salvaged, and brought his ship home to fight another day. He can hope to be made Shayin-Captain. Kzinti have their own internal politics."
Tyra grinned. "Not altogether unlike ours, hm? You"re right about that much, Craig."
Her look upon him remained soft. He returned it. The humans wouldn"t be here much longer either. She"d insist he take several weeks" leave of absence, or vacation or whatever they called it in Earthside academe, to spend with her. She wanted him to meet her father. She wanted to show him the merry old inns of Munchen, the ancestral house and sea cliffs at Korsness, the scenery and geysers of Gelbstein Park, the tremendous overlook from the peak of the Lucknerberg, the dancers in Anholt, all the wonders of Wunderland. Maybe later he could take her likewise around Earth. Maybe then they could think about making a home.