"What makes you say that?" he asked calmly. "It is, of course, but what makes you phrase it that way?"
"Your so-called name," I said. " "Nask" is one of the Patth words for "victor"."
"Interesting," he said. "We were right about you. You"re not just a simple merchant pilot."
"That"s right, I"m not," I told him. "I"m an employee of a very powerful and dangerous man. A figure who, I dare say, could cause immense trouble for even the Patth economic empire."
"Let us guess whom you refer to," the other Patth, Enig, put in. He had moved through the circle of glowering Iykams to a spot behind Nask, where he now stood at respectful attention. He didn"t sound particularly smarmy at the moment, probably rather miffed that my bluff with the plasmic had made him look silly in front of his superior.
And now, in the better light in here, I could also see the telltale glitter of starship-pilot implants around his eyes. His deference was more proof, if I"d needed it, that Nask was a very high-ranking Patth indeed. "Would this powerful and dangerous man by any chance be Johnston Scotto Ryland?" Enig went on.
"You are well informed," I said, trying to hide the sudden sinking sensation in my stomach. If they knew about my connection with Brother John, and weren"t worried about it, they must know something I didn"t. "I imagine you also know what crossing a man like that means."
"We do," Nask said. "But you"re sadly mistaken if you think there is any crossing involved. Once your connection with Mr. Ryland became known, we contacted his organization. Would you care to hear his response, delivered to the Patthaaunutth Director General approximately six hours ago?"
The sinking sensation sank a little deeper. "Sure, go ahead."
Nask reached forward and keyed one of the displays. "Quote: "Jordan McKell not known to this organization." Unquote. Succinctly put, wouldn"t you say?"
"Very," I agreed with a sigh. The heat had been turned up, and Brother John had responded by throwing me to the wolves. Typical. "So where does that leave us?"
"It leaves us in position to bargain," Nask said. "And without any external entanglements."
I frowned. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me correctly," he a.s.sured me. "You have the Icarus. I want it. It"s that simple."
"Really," I said, trying in vain to read that half-shadowed face. Coming from a human, such an implied offer would carry the strong implication that thebargainer was offering to cut his superior completely out of the picture. But Nask was a Patth. Surely that couldn"t be what he meant. Could it? "Would you care to elaborate as to what specific entanglements you hope to avoid?"
He waved a hand. "The usual ones. Legal questions, the Commonwealth Uniform Code, human governmental interference. All the various stumbling blocks that impede the progress and prosperity of reasonable beings."
"And does that list include other governmental interference?" I asked.
"It includes all governments that impede progress," he said. "Naturally, governments that instead enhance progress would be welcome."
"Ah," I said, nodding. In other words, he was proposing the three of us make a deal, which Nask and Enig would then turn around and sell to the Patth government for, no doubt, a tidy profit. I could presumably make a more personalized deal with Nask than I could with the Patth Director General, Nask and Enig would both move a few rungs up the ladder for their efforts, and the Patth as a whole would get the Icarus.
I looked around at the Iykams. And, of course, if Nask"s generosity didn"t prove sufficiently tempting, his hatchetbeings could take me apart piece by piece without any official Patth governmental involvement, should it ever come to that. "Let"s hear your offer," I said, looking back at Nask.
He shrugged, a gesture the Patth had picked up from us. Somehow, it made him look less human than the other way around. "Let"s hear your request," he countered. "We"re prepared to be quite generous."
"Suppose my price includes more than just cash?" I asked, wishing desperately I.
had some idea how long I"d been unconscious. At some point, I knew, Ixil would conclude I"d been taken and would find a way to get the Icarus off Palmary without me. If I could stall that long, at least the others would be safe.
"What if it includes the lives and freedom of my crew as well?"
"Their lives can certainly be included in any deal," Nask said. "Their freedom... well, that may be a bit more difficult to arrange."
"How much more difficult?"
He shrugged again. "They would need to remain guests of the Patthaaunutth Director General for a time. In quite pleasant surroundings, I a.s.sure you.
Eventually, they would certainly be released."
"I"m sure they would be counting the days," I said. "And how long would you antic.i.p.ate this luxury vacation would last?"
His eyes seemed to probe mine. "Until such time as the alien device you carry could be made operational or else proved nonfunctional. Your a.s.sistance, or lack of it, could certainly affect the length of that study."
"Only if I knew anything about it," I said, wondering how much he knew about the artifact. Or rather, how much he thought he knew about it. "It"s completely sealed up."
"The unsealing will be the least of our difficulties," Nask said dryly. "So: the lives and eventual freedom of your traveling companions. What else?"
"Well, there"d have to be money, of course," I said. "Lots of it." I lifted my eyebrows to him. "Unfortunately, money"s not much use if you aren"t able to spend it. And I"ll hardly be able to spend it if I"m locked away, will I?"
He made an unfamiliar gesture with his fingertips. "If you"re worried about retribution from your companions, we can arrange that you be housed separately."
"You misunderstand," I said. "I"m saying that I walk. Immediately. You can lockup the others from now till doomsday as far as I"m concerned. But I get my money and walk."
He shook his head. "I"m sorry, but I"m certain the Director General would never agree to that. We can"t allow even a hint of this find to leak out to the rest of the Spiral."
"What about Cameron himself?" I countered. "He knows about the Icarus, and last I heard he was still at large."
"Your information is out-of-date," Enig spoke up. "Arno Cameron was apprehended on Meima two days ago. He is being held at our compound there."
"Ah," I said. So much for Brother John"s support; now, so much for Patth honesty, too. Big surprise on both counts.
"Still, I can a.s.sure you that during the time you"re detained you"ll have accommodations and treatment suitable for Steye"tylian royalty," Nask went on, his voice low and earnest and utterly trustworthy. Even the normal smarminess level had been muted for the occasion. "And afterward, you will be a friend to the Patthaaunutth for the rest of your life."
"Something to strive for, all right," I said with only a trace of sarcasm. The glow on his face, I noticed, had changed subtly. Had one of the displays facing him altered? "But suppose the device turns out to be useless? How much of a friend will I be then?"
"When the Patthaaunutth promise friendship, that promise is always fulfilled,"
he said. "Your goodwill and a.s.sistance will be counted toward that end, no matter what the final result."
"I see," I said, the hairs on my neck rising. Suddenly Nask"s words and tone had gone mechanical, his full attention riveted to the displays. Something was happening out there, something even more important than sweet-talking me out of the Icarus. "Suppose I can find a way to guarantee my silence in some other way-"
"You must choose quickly," Nask interrupted me. "Tell me where the Icarus is, or the decision will be s.n.a.t.c.hed from your hands."
"What are you talking about?" I demanded, the sinking sensation back in my stomach. "How could-"
I broke off at the sound of clinking from the door to my right. The sound of a lock being keyed. "He is here," Nask said with a forlorn-sounding wheeze I"d never heard a Patth make before. "The glory and profit now pa.s.s to the Director General."
The door swung open. I turned to look- And felt my breath catch like fire in my throat. Two figures were striding into the room, looking as if they owned the place and were about to raise the rent.
One was another robed Patth, the by-now-familiar starship-pilot implants twinkling around his eyes.
The other was Revs Nicabar.
CHAPTER 20.
IT WAS, ON stunned reflection, about the last sight I would have expected to see. The last person in the Spiral I would have thought would be striding withsuch casual arrogance into a Patth den. I opened my mouth to say something-anything-but he beat me to the punch. "I see you"ve got him," he said to Nask. "About time."
"Yes, I have," Nask said, considerably less taken aback by Nicabar"s appearance than I was. "And you are...?" he added as Nicabar crossed the room toward him.
"What do you mean, who am I?" Nicabar countered scornfully. "Weren"t you watching when Brosh held my ID up to the monitor?"
"Only the Director General"s seal was clear," Nask said. "Not the number or rank designation."
With a supremely restrained sigh, Nicabar pulled an ID folder out of his inner pocket and dropped it on the desk. "Fine. Help yourself."
Nask did. For nearly half a minute he studied the folder, while the rest of us sat or stood where we were in silence. Nicabar sent his gaze around the room, pausing briefly and measuringly on each of the Iykams in turn, sent me a brief and totally impa.s.sive glance, then looked back at Nask.
Finally, almost reluctantly I thought, the Patth closed the folder and laid it back down on the table in front of him. "Satisfied?" Nicabar asked.
"Quite satisfied, Expediter," Nask said, his voice almost sullen.
"Good," Nicabar said, holding out his hand. "Then you can return the favor.
Brosh tells me you"re the amba.s.sador to Palmary. Unless you want to try telling me this is an emba.s.sy annex, I"d like to see some proof of that."
"Of course this isn"t the emba.s.sy," Nask said stiffly, reaching into his robe and pulling out his own ID folder. "I chose this place precisely because I didn"t want the encounter taking place on official Patthaaunutth soil."
"So where exactly are we?" I asked.
Nask glanced at me but didn"t answer. Nicabar, studying Nask"s ID, didn"t even bother to look at me. I looked around at the Iykams, but none of them seemed interested in talking to me, either. After a moment, Nicabar closed Nask"s ID and dropped it onto the desk beside his own. "Fine," he said. "Any progress so far?"
"We have him," Nask said, gesturing toward me. "That"s a start." He cleared his throat. "You"ll forgive me if I find myself surprised by your unexpected arrival, Expediter. I was not informed of your presence on Palmary."
"You"ll be even more surprised when I tell you the name of the ship I came in on," Nicabar said dryly. "A little independent freighter by the name of Icarus."
It was as if all three Patth had simultaneously grabbed hold of the same high-voltage wire. "What?" Enig said, the sound coming out more as a gasp than a legitimate word. "The Icarus?"
"What, don"t you read your own government"s hot-sheets?" Nicabar sniffed. "My picture ought to be plastered all over the emba.s.sy identifying me as one of the Icarus"s crewers."
"There have been no such pictures," Nask said. "We have only now begun to piece together the profile of the Icarus"s crew from sifting through the various reports, and there are no pictures or sketches as yet."
Nicabar grunted. "Sloppy."
"We are doing the best we can with what we have," Nask insisted, his voice still civil but clearly showing some strain. "It was mere blind luck that one ofEnig"s defenders spotted McKell heading for that pharmacy and was able to see through his disguise."
"Enig"s defenders?" Nicabar echoed, looking over at Enig.
"Yes," Nask said. "Enig and Brosh are the pilot and copilot of the freighter Considerate."
"Civilians?" Nicabar demanded, his eyes blazing. "You brought civilians into this?"
"I had no choice," Nask snapped back. "I couldn"t involve my staff for the same reason I didn"t take McKell to the emba.s.sy. Besides, Brosh and Enig are no longer precisely civilians. Their ship happens to be the only Patthaaunutth vessel currently on the planet, and once we have the Icarus we"ll need someone who can fly it back to Aauth. I"ve therefore commandeered both of them into official service."
"I see," Nicabar said, glancing at me. "You know where the ship is, then?"
"Not yet," Nask had to admit. "I was just beginning negotiations when you arrived." He sent me a rather disgusted look. "Now, I presume, the question is moot."
"Not quite," Nicabar said. "The rest of the crew know he"s missing and are on the alert. We have to be careful or we"ll risk damaging the artifact."
"That would just be too bad, wouldn"t it," I murmured.
Nicabar regarded me as if I were something he"d found on the bottom of his shoe.
"Who are all of these?" he asked, waving at the a.s.sembled Iykams. "More merchant-ship conscripts?"
"They"re my ship"s personal defenders, Expediter," Brosh said, bristling noticeably at what he obviously took to be a slight. "They"re more than equal to whatever task you require of them."
"I suppose we"ll find that out, won"t we?" Nicabar said, leaving the desk and moving through the gathered Iykams, looking at each in turn with the piercing glance of military inspection officers everywhere. "Do I also a.s.sume you have cloaks of invisibility for all of them?"
"What?" Brosh asked, clearly startled. "Cloaks of what?"
"That"s the only way they"re going to get close enough to the Icarus to use these," Nicabar said, lifting the nearest Iykam"s gun hand and tapping the corona weapon.
"Yes, I see," Nask said with a nod. "A good point. Brosh, do any of the defenders standing guard outside have plasmics with them?"
"Some of them, yes," Brosh said, glaring from under his hood at Nicabar.
Apparently, he wasn"t used to dealing with top-ranking Patth agents. He certainly didn"t seem to care much for their style. "I"ll call them and ask."
"No-no phones," Nicabar said as Brosh reached beneath his robe. "We don"t want anything going through the phone system that could be backtracked later. You three"-he jabbed a finger at a clump of Iykams-"go to the others and collect all their plasmics from them."
"Wait a minute," Brosh protested, pointing at me. "You can"t just send them away. What about him?"
"What, it takes more than five of your highly competent defenders to guard a single manacled prisoner?" Nicabar countered scornfully.
"He has a point, Expediter," Nask put in. "McKell is a highly dangerous human, and has slipped out of several other traps. Enig can go check on the weapons."
"I don"t want you three going outside this room any more than you have to,"
Nicabar said in a voice of strained patience. "You shouldn"t even be in this part of town, let alone wandering around loose."
"It"s the Grand Feast," Nask pointed out tartly. "All races mix freelytogether for that. But if you insist." He nodded to the three Iykams Nicabar had marked out. "Carry out your orders."
"And make sure you bring back one for me," Nicabar added as the three headed to the door.
"You"re not armed, Expediter?" Nask asked as the Iykams left the room, closing the door behind them.