"That"s because there are cheap, readily available ones already on the market. Why reinvent the wheel?" Joat slapped a tiny control-board on the table beside the cleaning fluid. "That"s a spare from the food processing unit. So, it"ll think it"s dicing carrots when it fires up the rocket. I won"t tell it if you don"t."
All of Seg"s eyes were shining as he smiled delightedly at her.
"This is real real hands-on, seat-of-your-pants stuff, isn"t it?" he said enthusiastically. hands-on, seat-of-your-pants stuff, isn"t it?" he said enthusiastically.
"Hands on the seat of your pants?" pants?" Joat asked, bemused. Joat asked, bemused. Jeeez, these Sondee have weird sayings. Jeeez, these Sondee have weird sayings. "Whatever you say, Seg." "Whatever you say, Seg."
Joseph was fully suited when she met him at the lock, her helmet balanced atop the box in her arms. With a glance at the box he placed the helmet over her head and locked it down. She smiled her thanks nervously.
"Our suits look awful," he complained. "They look look like they have been painted." like they have been painted."
"Nothin" we could do about it," Joat said with a shrug. "Kraig said they had to be black." She snorted in disgust. "Only the Kolnari would insist on black s.p.a.ce suits. But then, I can"t see them rescuing someone who managed to drift off. So why would they want to make them visible enough to pick up easily?"
Joseph grinned at her, his blue eyes alight with a fierce joy. "I am going to eat Belazir"s beating heart," he said happily.
Absolute cold flashed over Joat"s body and she stared at Joseph as if she"d never seen him before.
"Joe," she said quietly, like a patient mother addressing a particularly wanton five year old. "This is a rescue mission. We can"t stop for lunch. Especially if we want to get away. So, we"re not going on a Kolnari hunt, is that understood?"
His mouth twisted and his eyes flickered away as he nodded.
Joat kicked him in the shin.
"Don"t you patronize me," she snapped. "Either it"s understood that I am in command and that our mission, our sole sole mission, is the rescue of Bros Sperin, or you"re not going. End of story." mission, is the rescue of Bros Sperin, or you"re not going. End of story."
"I need to finish this," he told her, his voice so rough it was almost a growl.
"But this isn"t the time." Her eyes held his. After a moment she smiled. "If we can carry this off, Joe, Belazir will eat his heart out for us."
Twelve hours later they received a tight-beam message from the Wyal. Wyal.
"Greetings, my brother," Amos"s voice was husky from prolonged thirst, "and Joat, my friend."
"My Lord!" The joy in Joseph"s voice seemed to brighten the inside of the cramped fighter.
"Good to hear from you, Amos," Joat said with a relieved grin.
"It is good to be able to speak, I a.s.sure you. I wanted to tell you that my prayers go with you."
"Every little bit helps," Joat a.s.sured him.
"Thank you, Benisur. Your blessing strengthens my purpose," Joseph said.
"So if you could clarify his purpose for him I"d appreciate it," Joat suggested. "He hasn"t spoken to me since I told him he couldn"t eat Belazirs heart this trip."
There was silence for a moment.
"Surely, my brother, you would not needlessly risk your life. There is Rachel to consider, and the children. And I would find it hard to bear if you were to die like a fool."
Wow! Joat thought, Joat thought, I didn"t think Amos knew how to be that blunt. I didn"t think Amos knew how to be that blunt. She had grown so used to his parables and subtle persuasions. Joat wasn"t even the target of his remarks and she felt like she"d been hit with a rock. She had grown so used to his parables and subtle persuasions. Joat wasn"t even the target of his remarks and she felt like she"d been hit with a rock.
Joseph gasped. Then: "I stand rebuked, Benisur. You are correct, of course. It is shameful to indulge myself at the cost of the greater good."
"I am pleased to hear it, my brother. This is an att.i.tude that will serve you well in the coming years."
A contemplative silence followed. And if that doesn"t beg "C"mon, ask me what I mean," I"m a Shapelitic Nun, And if that doesn"t beg "C"mon, ask me what I mean," I"m a Shapelitic Nun, Joat thought. Joat thought.
"What do you mean?" Joseph asked.
"My young cousin means to marry her Kolnari captive," Amos said. His voice seemed to smile.
"My Lord!" Joseph bellowed. "You cannot allow that!"
"Hey!" Joat snapped, her ears ringing.
"I am sorry, Joat. Benisur, you cannot be serious. The Lady"s family will disown her. She shall be shunned. The shame will kill her mother."
Amos sighed. I suspect my young cousin"s mother is one of those who are immune to shame. Else she would be unable to use it so effectively as a weapon. I suspect my young cousin"s mother is one of those who are immune to shame. Else she would be unable to use it so effectively as a weapon.
Aloud: "Just before we were captured by the Kolnar I asked Soamosa how she would like it if the people looked on her as a prophetess. And, of course, being a modest maid, she said she was no such thing and surely no one could take her for such. But now, I find myself seeing her in just such a light. For she truly loves this Karak and it is just as plain that he loves her. It seems to me, my brother, that she has given his humanity back to him. Perhaps we should try to join her in this task."
"My Lord!" Joseph groaned and then drew his breath in a great gasp. "Just because one one of that demon breed shows signs of being human does not mean the rest are salvageable." of that demon breed shows signs of being human does not mean the rest are salvageable."
"He has a point, Amos," Joat said.
Amos didn"t laugh, but the smile was still there in his voice.
"G.o.d does not challenge us by presenting us with circ.u.mstances that we welcome. And if Soamosas family disowns her, I shall not. She shall be my heir, and I shall support her with all of my heart."
"She is too young to make such a decision, Benisur."
"Joseph, you would not be making such an objection if I had decided to marry the girl myself. Now would you? In fact, when it was arranged for her to accompany me, it was you who smoothed out so many of the details. Wasn"t it?"
Joseph was so silent that Joat glanced down at him, wondering if his suit mike had broken down.
Then he said, "You would love having children, my brother," in a quiet voice filled with pained dignity.
Joat felt a little spurt of outrage. Channa"s not Channa"s not that that old! old! she thought. She"d always suspected that Channa was just working out her contract before she ran off to Bethel with Amos. she thought. She"d always suspected that Channa was just working out her contract before she ran off to Bethel with Amos. All she needs is a little time. All she needs is a little time.
"Prophet is not a comfortable family business," Amos observed. "I am not sure that I ought to have children. I might enjoy having them, but I am not so sure that they would enjoy being my offspring. Channa and I have discussed this and we feel that perhaps we should adopt our children."
Joseph was silent again. The kind of silence that fills a room with powerful, undefined emotion.
"On behalf of adopted children everywhere, Amos, go for it," Joat said with a smile.
"I shall," he said. "As I have said, I will adopt Soamosa. And her children and Karak"s shall be my grandchildren. As she is my cousin, they will share the same blood as I." He paused. "Interesting. That would mean that Belazir and I would share the same blood."
"NO!" Joseph roared.
"Ow! Joe! Watch the volume control!"
"You go too far, my Lord."
Amos sighed. "Yes, perhaps you are right, my brother. But perhaps also, there are other Kolnari like Karak who do not wish only to kill and to steal. This could be a sign of hope for them and the beginnings of peace for both our peoples."
"Is it all right this trip if we at least hurt the Kolnari"s feelings?" Joat asked dryly. "I"ll really miss that sense of closure I"d get otherwise."
Amos laughed. "I have not lost my mind, Joat. I merely present a new idea. This may not be practical; and in any case, you have my cheerful permission- both of you-to annihilate Belazir t"Marid and as many of his followers as seems convenient, while you pursue your mission."
"Good luck, Amos." She shook her head in wonder.
"We will discuss this upon my return, Benisur," Joseph growled.
"It pleases me to think that I have given you still another reason to be cautious with your life, my friend. I look forward to our conversation."
"Joat? "
"Hey Rand, what"s up?"
"Your ETA is twelve hours, correct?"
"Well, thereabouts, anyway. Depends on what we run into. Why?"
"Yoered Family antic.i.p.ates being at those coordinates in fourteen hours."
Joat raised her brows. Not that she"d doubted Yoered"s professionalism; but this kind of timing indicated a high level of commitment for what was a fairly casual contract.
"Well, I"m impressed. Clenst must be paying a premium."
"They are," Seg a.s.sured her. "It might be wise to coordinate your efforts with them."
Joat rolled her eyes. "You mean subordinate my efforts to theirs. No way, !Tsel. Two hours could make a major difference in Sperin"s life span. You tell your flunkies to watch out for us. Out." She cut contact with the Wyal Wyal before anyone could protest. before anyone could protest.
"Give them back their humanity?" Joseph murmured in stunned tones.
"Poor Amos," Joat said. "The trouble with giving people back their humanity is that a lot of the time they don"t want it returned." Crikey, the last thing a thief and murderer wants is an active conscience. Poor Amos. Crikey, the last thing a thief and murderer wants is an active conscience. Poor Amos.
"But the Kolnari? Has my lord gone mad?"
"No Joseph. You"re just looking at the down-side of loving a living saint. They will will do uncomfortable things." do uncomfortable things."
"But the Kolnari?"
"Yeah. Let"s plan what we"re actually going to do when we find them," Joat said, cutting off what she recognized as an endless conversational loop.
"Perhaps we should try giving them back their humanity."
She laughed. "Yeah, then we"ll shoot "em while they stand there frozen in shock."
Joseph chuckled.
"I should not laugh at the Benisur," he said. "But truly, this is beyond everything."
"One thing at a time, Joe. You can talk him out of it when we get back."
She ran through the data again. Their plans were actually as set as they could be, on what amounted to- It is It is not not a suicide mission. a suicide mission. Joat had gone through her copy of Janess Joat had gone through her copy of Janess All the Galaxy"s s.p.a.ceships, All the Galaxy"s s.p.a.ceships, a gift from Simeon, and found Belazir"s flagship. It was not quite a light cruiser; a destroyer-leader, built to command a flotilla of lighter craft, a Central Worlds Navy vessel, heavily refitted for Kolnari use. Probably it had once been a Navy surplus ship owned by a planet the Kolnar had stripped, then destroyed. a gift from Simeon, and found Belazir"s flagship. It was not quite a light cruiser; a destroyer-leader, built to command a flotilla of lighter craft, a Central Worlds Navy vessel, heavily refitted for Kolnari use. Probably it had once been a Navy surplus ship owned by a planet the Kolnar had stripped, then destroyed.
She"d called up the schematic and Kraig had guided them through it.
"Avoid the A and B corridors if ya can, that"s Kolnar territory, an" they like to ha.s.sle anyone that doesn"t belong there."
He indicated where the brig was located. A fairly large section of the ship deep in its center. And he enthusiastically described what he knew about their security system.
"It"s fantastic, man! If they ever went straight they could make a fortune designing security for rich guys."
He"d recited the security codes and their answers so that Rand could record them. And Rand had made up a program that would answer the question asked, regardless of the order in which the codes were presented.
"Security"s pretty light on the decks the mercs use," Kraig had told them. "I mean who"s going to be stupid enough to sneak . . ." He"d blinked at them. "Hey, I din"t mean anything." He"d apologized for several minutes before they could convince him they weren"t offended.
Joseph dubiously eyed the large ball of ice Joat held ready in front of the lock.
"This is your secret weapon?" is your secret weapon?"
Yup."
"A s...o...b..ll?"
She chuckled. "The ice is imbedded with approximately ten thousand transmitter/receivers which will be dispersed at a controlled rate determined by the speed at which the s...o...b..ll s...o...b..ll is traveling. We"re going to push it right through Kolnari s.p.a.ce and mess up their communications big time." is traveling. We"re going to push it right through Kolnari s.p.a.ce and mess up their communications big time."
"They will blow it up, Joat."
"And if they do, some of the t/rs will be destroyed. The rest will be in a good position to do what they"re designed for. It"ll work, Joe. Trust me." She looked up at his scowling face. "Seg was really impressed."
He grunted and opened the lock.
Joat shoved her burden through the open hatch and Joseph closed it again. Then she picked up a control plaque and pressed the firing stud. The rocket ignited and her faux comet was off.
"You really like that alien, do you not?" Joseph asked as he strapped himself back into his seat.
"Yeah. He"s a nice kid."
"He is a tactless, interfering busybody."
"But basically a sweetie."
"He is hideous to look upon and he is a fool."
"I knew you liked him."