Giving up his w"tsai was the ultimate surrender. If I I knew that from my reading, surely a knew that from my reading, surely a Kzin Kzin knew it. Three hundred years among humans . . . Had they lost the tradition? knew it. Three hundred years among humans . . . Had they lost the tradition?
But Fly-By-Night was offering a silver knife-p.r.o.ng-spoon ten inches long and dark with tarnish.
A spoony? We ate with those! They matched several shapes of digits and were oversized for human hands. Odysseus" Odysseus" kitchen melted the silver to kill bacteria, then squirted it into molds for the next meal. kitchen melted the silver to kill bacteria, then squirted it into molds for the next meal.
Packer took it, stared at it, then showed it to Envoy"s hologram. Envoy snarled in the Heroes" Tongue. He wasn"t buying it.
Our pa.s.senger answered in Interworld. "Yes, mine! See, here is my symbol," the sign of Outbound Enterprises, a winged craft black against a crescent world. "Fly by night!"
A laugh would be bad. I looked at the children. They looked solemn.
Of Packer"s weapon I saw only a glare of light. But he held it on Fly-By-Night as if it had had to fire something deadly, and he snarled a command and lashed out with his tail. Under the minor impact Fly-By-Night spun slowly so that Packer could examine him for more weapons. to fire something deadly, and he snarled a command and lashed out with his tail. Under the minor impact Fly-By-Night spun slowly so that Packer could examine him for more weapons.
He snarled again. Fly-By-Night and Paradoxical pulled tabs on vacuum packs. The packs popped into double-walled spheres. Held open by higher pressure, the collar on each refuge inflated like a pair of fat lips.
Fly-By-Night had trouble wriggling through the collar. Once inside he had room. These vacuum refuges would have held the whole Van Zild family. Paradoxical looked quite lost in his.
Envoy spoke. "Captain, you carry human pa.s.sengers frozen in three cargo modules. Release these modules."
The world went gray.
I began to breath deep and hard, to hyperoxygenate, because I dared not faint.
Captain Preiss" hands hadn"t moved. That was brave, but it wouldn"t save anyone.
The elder Van Zilds buried their faces in each other"s shoulders. The children were horrified and fascinated. They watched everything. Once I caught them looking at their parents in utter contempt.
Like them, I had been half enjoying the situation.
This would have been my last interstellar flight. Chance had me riding not as frozen cargo, but as a pa.s.senger, aware and entertained.
Flying the ship would have been more fun, of course.
Quickpony had suggested joining our cabins, as we were the obvious unpaired pair. I showed Quickpony videos displayed by the circuitry in my ring. Our lockstep ceremony. Jenna/Jeena just a year old. Sharrol/Milcenta not yet pregnant again; I should have updated while I could. We are lockstepped, see, here is our ring We are lockstepped, see, here is our ring. Quickpony admired and dropped the subject.
And that left what what for entertainment? for entertainment?
Kzinti hijackers!
I"d treated it like a game until Stealthy-Mating Stealthy-Mating claimed my family. Bound into my couch by a crash web, I let my hand rest on the release while I considered what weapons I might have at hand. claimed my family. Bound into my couch by a crash web, I let my hand rest on the release while I considered what weapons I might have at hand.
Lips drawn back, fangs showing, Envoy"s speech was turning mushy. "Examine the Covenants, Captain Preiss. They were never altered. We take only hostages. They will be returned unharmed when our needs are satisfied. Compensation will be paid for every cost incurred."
"What crime do you claim against Fly-By-Night?" Quickpony asked.
"His ancestor committed treason against his officers and the Patriarch. Penalties hold against his blood line forever. We may claim his life, but we will not. We value his blood line."
"Has Fly-By-Night Fly-By-Night committed a crime?" committed a crime?"
"False ident.i.ty. Purchase of a Jotok without ent.i.tlement. Trivia."
Dumb and happy Mart Graynor wasn"t the type to carry weapons aboard a s.p.a.cecraft. The recorded Covenant of 2505 might be the only weapon I had. I let it play in one ear. The old diplomatic language was murky. . . .
Here it was. Hostages are to be returned in health if all conditions met, conditions not to be altered . . . costs to be a.s.sessed in time of peace at earliest . . . Hostages are to be returned in health if all conditions met, conditions not to be altered . . . costs to be a.s.sessed in time of peace at earliest . . .
Was I supposed to bet lives lives on on this this?
Heidi asked, "Do you eat human meat?"
Packer and the hologram both turned to the girl. Envoy said, "Hostages. I have said. said. The Covenants The Covenants say say. Kitten, we consider human meat to be . . . whasht-meery whasht-meery . . . unsafe. Captain Preiss, the modules we want are all addressed to Outbound on Home, yes? We will deliver them. Else we would face all the navies of human s.p.a.ce." . . . unsafe. Captain Preiss, the modules we want are all addressed to Outbound on Home, yes? We will deliver them. Else we would face all the navies of human s.p.a.ce."
Preiss said, "I have no such confidence."
Packer kicked down from the dome. He set his huge hands on the girl"s waist and looked into her face. He still hadn"t spoken.
Nicolaus screamed and leapt. As he came at the armored Kzin, Packer reached out and wrapped both children against his armored chest. They looked up through the bubble helmet into a Kzin"s smile.
Nicolaus bared his teeth.
Envoy said, "Pause, Packer! Captain Preiss, think! Without gravity generators you must still fall around Turnpoint Star and into flat s.p.a.ce. Hyperdrive will take you to the edge of Home system. Call for help to tow you the rest of the way. What other path have we? We might smash your hyperdrive and hyperwave and leave you to die here, silenced, but your absence at Home will set the law seeking us.
"This is the better risk, to violate no law unless we must. We take hostages. You must not call your authorities until you arrive near Home. We will transport our prisoner, then deliver your pa.s.sengers."
Packer"s arms were full of children: hampered. Preiss and Quickpony were on a hair trigger. I was unarmed, but if they moved, I would.
"Wait," Envoy said. Preiss still hadn"t moved. "You carry stock from Shasht? Sea life?"
"Yes."
"I must speak with my leader. Lightspeed gap is two minutes each way. Do nothing threatening."
We heard Envoy yowling into his communicator. Then nothing.
My pocket computer dinged.
Everybody twitched, yeeped or looked around. Heidi floated to the rim of my booth and listened over my shoulder.
Sea lions around the Earth"s poles live in large communities built around one alpha male, many females and their pups, and several beta males that live around the edges of the herd. When the alpha male is otherwise occupied, an exile may rush in and mate hurriedly with a female and escape. Several species of Earth"s mammals have adapted such a breeding strategy, as have life forms on Kzin and even many Kzinti clans. Biologists, particularly reproductive biologists, call them sneaky-f.u.c.kers sneaky-f.u.c.kers.
I said, "Maybe there"s a more polite term for the journals. Anyway, good name for a spy ship. Pleasemadam, seek Longest War plus Kzinti plus piracy, run it."
We waited.
When Hans Van Hild couldn"t stand the silence any more, he said, "Heidi, Nicolaus, I"m sorry. We should have let you grow up."
"Hans!"
"Yes, Hilde, there was all the time in the world. Hilde, there"s never never time. Never a way to know." time. Never a way to know."
Envoy spoke. "Release one of the modules for Outbound Enterprises and two addressed to Neptune"s Empire. The pa.s.sengers will be returned. Neptune"s Empire will be recompensed for their stock."
Fish?
Captain Preiss"s fingertips danced. Three cargo modules slowly rose out of the rim. I felt utterly helpless.
Packer left the children floating. He pushed Fly-By-Night"s balloon toward the airlock.
I said, "Wait."
The armored Kzin turned. I squinted against the glare of his weapon. "We do not permit slavery aboard Odysseus Odysseus," I said. "Odysseus belongs to the Human s.p.a.ce Trade Alliance. The Jotok stays." belongs to the Human s.p.a.ce Trade Alliance. The Jotok stays."
"Who are you? Where derives your authority?" Envoy demanded.
"Martin Wallace Graynor. No authority, but the law-"
"Fly-By-Night purchased a Jotok and holds him as property. We hold Fly-By-Night as property. Local law crawls before interspecies covenants. The Jotok comes. Are you concerned for the well-being of the Jotok?"
I said, "Yes."
"You shall observe if he is mistreated. Enter a vacuum refuge now."
I caught Quickpony"s horror. She spun around to search her screen display of the Covenants for some way to stop this. Packer pulled Fly-By-Night toward the airlock. He wasn"t waiting.
Neither did I. I launched myself gently toward the refuge that held the Jotok.
It would not have occurred to me to hug the only available little girl before I disappeared into the Nursery Nebula. I launched, Heidi launched, and she was in my path, arms spread, bawling. I hugged her, let our momentum turn us, whispered something rea.s.suring and let go. She drifted toward a wall, I toward the Jotok"s bubble.
She"d put something bulky in my zip pocket.
I crawled through the collar into the Jotok"s vacuum refuge and zipped the lips closed.
Packer pushed Fly-By-Night into the airlock, closed it, cycled it. His armored companion on the hull pulled the bubble into s.p.a.ce. Packer came back for us and cycled us through.
Two bubbles floated outside Odysseus Odysseus, slowly rotating, slowly diverging. Packer was still in Odysseus. Odysseus.
The boat jerked into motion. We watched as it maneuvered above one of the brick-shaped cargo modules attached to Odysseus Odysseus. A pressure-armored Kzin stood below, guiding.
n.o.body was coming after us.
The Jotok asked, "Martin, was that sane? What were you thinking?"
I said, "Pleasemadam, seek interspecies diplomacy plus Kzinti plus Longest War. Run it. Paradoxical, I was thinking of a rescue. I tried to bust you loose. You know more about Fly-By-Night than I could ever learn. I need what you can tell me."
"You have no authority to question us," the Jotok said, "unless you hold ARM authority."
I laughed harder than he would have expected. "I"m not an ARM. No authority at all. Do you want Fly-By-Night freed? Do you want your own freedom?"
"We had that! LE Graynor, when Fly-By-Night bought us from the orange underground market on Shasht, he swore to free us. On Sheathclaws chains of lakes run from mountains to sea. We would have bred in their lakes. All of the Jotoki populace of Sheathclaws would be our descendants. We have been robbed of our destiny!"
I asked, "Did Fly-By-Night take more slaves than just you?"
"No."
"Then who did you expect to mate with?"
"We are five! Jotoki grow like your eels, not sapient. Reach first maturity, seek each other, cl.u.s.ter in fives. Brains grow links. Reach second maturity, seek a lake, divide, breed and die, like your salmon. LE Mart, you yourselves are two minds joined by a structure called corpus callosum corpus callosum. Join is denser in Kzinti, that species has less redundancy, but still brain is two lobes. We are five lobes, narrow joins. Almost individuals cooperate, Par-Rad-Doc-Sic-Cal, Doc Par-Rad-Doc-Sic-Cal, Doc talks, talks, Par Par walks, walks, Cal Cal for fine-scale coordination. Almost five-lobe mind, sometimes lock in indecision. In trauma or in fresh water we may divide again. May join again to cl.u.s.ter differently, different person. You perceive?" for fine-scale coordination. Almost five-lobe mind, sometimes lock in indecision. In trauma or in fresh water we may divide again. May join again to cl.u.s.ter differently, different person. You perceive?"
Futz, it was an interesting picture, but I"d never grasp what it was like to be be Jotok. The point was that Paradoxical was a breeding population. Jotok. The point was that Paradoxical was a breeding population.
I asked, "Are you hungry? What do you eat?"
"Privately."
"Didn"t Fly-By-Night see you eat?"
"Only once."
I"d put a handmeal in my pocket, but I wouldn"t eat in front of Paradoxical after that. "Orange market?"
"An extensive market exists among the Shasht Kzinti. They trade intelligence, electronics, stolen goods and slaves. Shasht the continent is nearly lifeless. They seeded several lakes for our breeding and confinement, but without maintenance they die off. The trade could be stopped. Our lakes must show a different color from orbit. I surmise the law has no interest."
"You once held an interstellar empire-"
"My master tells me so. The slavers don"t teach us. Properly speaking, they do not hold slaves at all. They hold fish ponds. When a purchaser wants a Jotok, five swimming forms are allowed to a.s.semble. Our master is the first thing we see."
"Who chose your name?"
"My master. I am free and slave, many and one, land and sea dweller, a paradox."
"He really does think in Interworld, doesn"t he? They must teach kzinti as a second language."
A magnetic grapple locked in place, and the first module came free.
My pocket computer ding dinged. We listened: Longest War, a political ent.i.ty never named until after the Second War With Men, has since been claimed by many Kzinti groups. It may appear in connection with piracy, disappearing LEs or disappearing ships, but never an action against planets or a major offensive. Claim has been made, never proved, that Longest War are any Patriarch"s servants whom the Patriarch must disclaim. We surmise also that the Longest War names any group who hope for the eye of the Patriarch. Events include 2399 Serpent Swarm, 2410 Kdat- * * ** * *
Fly-By-Night had drifted so far that he was hard to find, just a twinkle of lensed light as starfog glow pa.s.sed behind his vac refuge. Why didn"t they retrieve him? Was it really Fly-By-Night they wanted, or something else?
I watched Stealthy-Mating Stealthy-Mating"s boat retrieve a second cargo module. They weren"t being careful. Two of those boxes held only Fafnir"s thousand varieties of fish, but the other . . . was in a quantum state. It held and did not hold Sharrol/Milcenta and Jenna/Jeena, until some observer could open the module.
In all the years I"d flown for Nakamura Lines, I had never seen a vac pack used. Light-years from any world, miles from any ship, with nothing but clear plastic skin between me and the ravenous vacuum . . . it seemed a good time to look it over.
This wasn"t the brand we"d carried. It was newer, or else a more expensive model.
Loops of tough ribbon hung everywhere: handholds. Air tank. A tube two liters in volume had popped out. Inner zip, outer zip: an airlock. We could be fed through that, or get rid of wastes . . . a matter I would not raise with Paradoxical just yet.