Chanur's Homecoming (28 page)

"You know," Pyanfar said, "Tauran, Vrossaru. We can slow down and make your rate; it'll cost us. You understand what we're facing. I'm going to ask you-I got to ask-"

"We'll get there," Sirany Tauran said. "Our own way."

"No. Power down. Mothball at dock. I know it's risking your ships; so's the trip home. Listen. My crew's blind tired, strung out. Tahar's little better. I can take Tahar on The Pride-"
 
Instant glower from Dur Tahar, but no word. "Or one crew can go with me and work alternate; other with Tahar. Get us all there alive and precious days faster."

Work alternate with a pirate? Bloodfeud and outlawry. She all but heard the scream. But:

"You can keep an eye on us," Tahar said in a low voice. "Split shift or whole. Whatever suits you."

"All right," Vrossaru said. "We'll take you on."

Tauran looked at Pyanfar's direction. Thoughts went throughher eyes. Aliens. Gods know what. And maybe on the other side: That Chanur ship's got priority protection from the kif. And it's fast. It'll get us there alive. And we'll be sitting where we can do some good if they're lying, won't we?

"All right," Sirany Tauran said. "Soon as I can get my crew off. We got seven. You got berths?"

"We'll find 'em." Does she know about Khym? Pyanfar's muscles clenched up and let go again. Gods be, we got worse problems than hani prejudices. "Thanks." They had reached Moon Rising's berth. And Aja Jin and The Pride beyond, all with departure warnings blinking urgently above. "We get those stats relayed ship to ship, right, down the line, direct transmission. We have to share specifics with our kifish escort, no choice. Let's get ourselves out of this port, we don't want anything intervening and we got gods know what going we don't know where."

"Understood," Harun said. "Luck to us."

"Luck," Faha said. "Gods look on us." And with the appearance of a shudder, she looked at Tully and his dark-robed partner. Perhaps in that instant of afterthought she wanted to take that pious wish back. But that would have been an embarrassment. "Hearth and home," she added, and with monumental charity: "and whatever." With a physical effort.

Then Munur Faha started on ahead, her own ship farther on; other captains followed, Harun and Vrossaru with a backward look, Vrossaru's ears flat in dismay.

"Tahar," Pyanfar said: and Tahar stopped there at her own dock. So did Tully and Skkukuk. "Jik," she said. Jik and Kesurinan stopped, too, within an easy sprint of Aja Jin's berth. "We got it worked out," Pyanfar said. Which Jik and Kesurinan might not have heard, they had been talking too intensely and too urgently all the way back. Passing instructions, fomenting conspiracy. Gods knew what.

But Jik left his First and came back to her, his dark face all sober. "Where I go, a?" He held up both hands. "Want back? Or you tell me go?"

"Gods rot you, what are you likely to do? Leave us? Get us all skinned? Kill my world with your conniving?"

Sikkukkut's kifish ignorance had let this hazard loose: Dispose of Keia as you will.

Now it came to a bluff she could not call, force she could not use, persuasion she knew would not work. To haul him aboard The Pride even by strong pressure now would set Kesurinan off, trigger gods knew what contingency orders.

"I do number one good back there."

"I got no way to trust you!"

"I got interest like I say." He reached out and laid his hands on her shoulders. Stared into her eyes, and she stared up at him, looking for something to rely on. Liar. Ten times a liar. Your gods-be government won't let you tell the truth once a day. "Hani got importance, Pyanfar. I swear. God witness."

"More than your own? Don't tell me that!" Her knees felt weak. The face looming over her was alien, the eyes as unreadable as Tully at his most obscure.

"We be neighbor to hani more than kif, a? That be backside whole mahen space, I don't doublecross you."

"Gods be, we're reasoning like the kif. Self-interest!"

"Politic all time reason like kif. Damn mess. I best pilot you got, hani. You want lock me up? Or you want trust?"

"When did it ever work?" Panic rushed over her. "No, gods rot it, I don't want to trust you."

"Work in there number one good. You get me out, got me smokes, a?"

"Same time we got Sikkukkut going to come in behind us! You know he is! He's appointed me to do his work for him, you think he's not going to follow up on it?"

"Damn sure. You be no fool, Pyanfar." He waved a hand toward Aja Jin's berth. "Number one fine ship in whole Compact, you got. Got number one fine pilot. Me. We go keep promise, a?"

"Get! Go! Give your orders! And get your rotted carcass back aboard my ship and give me that data before we undock. I want it, Jik, I want it in plain language and plain charts!"

"You beautiful." A touch at her face. She flinched and spat; and he gave one of his maddening humor-grins, then turned and sprinted for his own access-ramp, Kesurinan running with him stride for stride.

For their own ship. Their own choice. Gods knew if he would come back. The docks were dangerous. Kif might intercept him even on that short a crossing between ships. Sikkukkut might discover something in his questioning of stsho to change his mind. Stle stles stlen might have secreted damning records, being a trader through and through.

She looked at Dur Tahar. And had no doubt at all of the pirate, of her enemy, of a hani she had been willing to kill.

"That may have been a mistake," Pyanfar said.

"Could be."

"Tahar, if we get through this, anything between us. . . ."

Tahar's face went hard, her ears flat. "Yeah. I know."

"You don't know, gods rot it! There is no bloodfeud, between you and Chanur. You've paid it."

The ears came up. "Paid it on your side too," Tahar said with Tahar's own surly arrogance. And stood there a breath longer before she turned abruptly and headed for Moon Rising's ramp.

It left her Tully and Skkukuk. A bewildered and nonplussed Skkukuk, Tully close at her side and the kif standing there as if his orderly world were all disarranged.

The great captain let his enemy lay hands on her. The great captain believes she has these for subordinate. The captain is wrong. Can the great captain be such a fool? Beware these hani. They are not subordinate either.

She lifted her chin. Come-hither. And Skkukuk came, all anxious, not without a suspicious glance toward the vanishing mahendo'sat. "Hakt', that is dangerous."

"Friend," she said. And in perversity reached out and laid a hand on Skkukuk's hard arm, from which touch he flinched out of reach.

"Kkkt!" As if she had attacked him. Very like her own gut reaction with Jik. And she had not perceived Jik's touch as lifethreatening.

"I teach you a thing, Skkukuk. You're traveling with hani. You'll hear things that may disturb you." A second time she reached, and this time caught him. The arm was thin, hard as metal. She felt a tremor there. "Scare you, skku of mine? Power among hani is a different matter. Power among hani is a handful of clans that just decided to go along with me because I handed them the only way out of here they're ever going to get. And because as long as there've been clans on Anuurn, there's been Chanur, and our roots go deep and our connections are complicated, and we're calling in debts they have to pay for sfik reasons and self-protection. We're connected to Faha; Faha's got ties of its own. Gods know I'd have to look up library to see where the others run. That's the way we are. Clan is one entity. You're skku to Chanur. Do you see? You behave yourself with these strangers aboard. And they won't gain a bit on you. Their relation is all with Chanur as a clan, do you follow that?"

Dark eyes glittered. She stared at a kif s face a handspan from hers, closer than she ever wanted to be. He made her nose run. And she made him shiver.

"Yes, hakt'." he said. "Power."

She let him go. And wanted a bath. Wanted clean air. Wanted-gods, never to have tried to reason with a kif. Or to have dealt with one.

"Come on," she said, shoved him and then Tully into motion and turned and hurried to The Pride, faster and faster, Skkukuk close after her, Tully panting along beside her, his breath hollow and hoarse from the thin air and the chill. Get you out of this, lad, before you catch a cough. Get me out of this. Gods, I'm too old for this kind of stuff. She took the pocketcom from her belt. "This is Pyanfar. Open up, hear me? We're coming in."

"Aye," Haral's voice came back.

Up the ramp. Into the chill ribbed yellow of the passageway. Around the bend and toward the white light, the safety of the airlock. She came across that threshold weak-kneed and with her side one mass of pain.

"Lock it up," she yelled at com. "We're all in."

''Aye,'' Haral said. ''Everyone all right?''
 
The hatch whined and hissed shut; and they were as free of the kif as they were able to be.

She shut her eyes and hung there, bent over then to get her breath while Tully did the same.

"Captain?"

"Fools, fools!" Skkukuk cried, and an alien grip closed on her arm.
 
"The mekt-hakt' is starved, is fainting for your incompetence!"

Tully snarled something at him. Pyanfar rescued her own arm, blinking dazedly as it became almost a matter of keeping two men apart. Neither one hers. And both being hers, in a way which had nothing to do with being male. She had never seen that look on Tully's face. Tully's teeth bared without humor at all, teeth no match for Skkukuk's, which were all too close. She straight-armed them apart, hard. "Manners, gods-be, shut it down!"

"Captain?"

"I'm all right," she said, and shook her head, dazed, dizzy, and with a rush of fight-impulse going through her veins that turned her giddy. Human sweat and kifish mingled in her nostrils with her own. So much for human/kifish cooperation.

Gods, no time, we got our orders, I got no time to go away like this.

"I'm coming down there," Khym said.

"No need." She felt totally disconnected, blinked back and forth between Skkukuk and Tully. Her husband in it was the last thing she wanted. "We got more coming. Tauran's crew is boarding as soon as they can get locked up and back here. Working alternate with us. They tell you? We got a trip to make."

The door to the inside corridor opened. "Where, cap'n?" Haral's voice took over com again. "Where are we going?"

They had not known. "Home," she said; and felt a momentary rush of triumph for her own cleverness.

Until she thought again of Chur, and the cost it might be to them all in more terms than one. The triumph faded, left only an ache and a vast and mortal terror. "They've turned us loose. We're going home."

Chapter Eight

"Go," she said to Skkukuk outside the airlock. "If you want to get to quarters for any reason, get to it. You're going to be standing watch out by the ramp in ten minutes. We got too much traffic coming in here to take any chances. And be polite! Hear?"

"Yes, hakt'!"

"Get!"

He ran, a flurry of black robes and rattle of weapons, down the corridor toward his own quarters.

That left her and Tully; and Tirun coming to meet them, welcome sight. "You all right, captain?"

"We got Tauran coming in, we got nowhere to put them, we got data up to our ears to process into nav, but things could be worse-'' Another figure turned the corner, tall and wide-shouldered and hani: her husband was coming her way in a hurry, and she flinched to the very bones. "Haral, you listening up there?"

"Aye, captain."

"Lay us course for Urtur on our old capacity: we got some slower ships to take with us. Have Hilfy line up our direct transmission with Aja Jin, we got specifics to get. Then relay the result to Tahar. Have Aja Jin run our backup check."

"Won't take long; I got us course plot already on our present cap. I got their caps. We got this fancy mahen

computer and I figured we were going somewhere. We doing the sequencing for the whole convoy?"

"You got it." Miracles from the harried bridge. She did not even question them. "Do it, cousin. And get kif stats out of Harukk, we got an escort."

Khym intercepted them and fell in to walk with her and Tirun and Tully. "You all right?" he asked. That was all.

"I'm a whole lot better." She discovered she could breathe again. The tightness in her chest let up a bit, and a sneeze startled her. "Gods-be kif." Her eyes watered. She wiped her nose. "Khym, you and Tully want to go up there and get us some sandwiches and get us rigged for a run? We're getting out of here."

"They're letting us go?" Khym asked, ears half-back. Worried-looking.

"You're right, .we got troubles. Even the kif are worried. We got to get through Urtur, remember? We got to get past Akkhtimakt to get home. Got to clear out the opposition all the way to Anuurn, that's what we've got. Go do the galley. And give Tully a chance to get off his feet, he's exhausted."

Me, I got to take this ship through jump. We got to move, I got no time to be resting-

"Tully," Khym said. "Galley."

"Aye," Tully said, and quickened his pace and got through to join him; the two of them went off up ahead at a fair walk, Tully staggering a little as he went, muscles undone by fatigue and exertion and cold. Her own felt like rubber.

"Tirun, we got seven of Tauran clan coming in. We got to bed 'em somewhere. Run protocols for me. My brain's mush. Got to figure out where to put Tully and their captain. No, b'gods, put Sirany Tauran in Jik's cabin. Tully-"

"He's with us."

"They're not going to like sharing sheets with 'im on offshift. Gods-be. Our attitudes. We got the world going down and we got to worry about sheets and our godscursed prejudices."

"Let 'em gripe. He's crew, captain."

She gnawed her mustaches and heaved a breath. "Let 'em howl, then. We're going to split-shift with a couple of them if I can get it out of Sirany. Do the best we can and hang

their sensibilities. If Khym doesn't send them into frothing fits-"

"Aye," Tirun said.

"Let's get at it, then." She waved Tirun into faster motion as they came to the turn for the lift. "We don't know what's going to break loose here. I want us out of here. Fast. We could have a hundred ships all around us."