Chanur's Homecoming (9 page)

"Would you," Sikkukkut said, when the others had gone, "like something to drink, Keia?"

"No," Jik said thickly.

"He still has his wits," Sikkukkut said, turning his head slightly to Pyanfar. "And he still has all else he was born with, by my strict order. In consideration of an old friendship, kkkt, Keia? But you don't then order Aja Jin, hunter Pyanfar. Nor order this one. He makes that quite clear, doesn't he?"

"He'll do what I ask him. As an ally."

"If he does what you ask, as an ally, do you then do what he asks?"

"I have in past. I think he owes me one."

"Merchants. But Keia professes not to be a merchant at all. I don't think he will trade. Will you, Keia?"

Silence. Long silence.

"Stubborn. He is very stubborn." Another lap at the cup. "Tell me, Chanur-skku, what am I to think about that ship of yours?"

"That we're ready to go to Meetpoint, hakkikt.'"

Sikkukkut's long jaw lifted. It was not a friendly gesture, that shift of the head that stared more nearly nose-on: that was threat, the eyes glittering cold black with the sulfurous highlights of the lighting. "Ismehanan-min went to Meetpoint, skku of mine: now, I am not patient of this. By now there is a ship of mine over the station axis with its guns aimed at your ship. And we are at impasse."

"Hakkikt, when I go back to my ship I'll power down. My crew has its orders until then."

"That's a very stupid bluff, hunter Pyanfar "

"I'm not bluffing. We can all die here. You're
 
not dealing with a kif, hakkikt. I'm hani. Remember?"

There was a stir all about the hall. Clicks and subsequent red gleams of weapons ready-lights. And Jik pushed his hands against the insect-leg and lifted his head slightly.

Your ship isn't moving on mine," Pyanfar said, "since you don't want your station damaged. And mine won't move. Leaving dock isn't what I ordered them to do. I told them if I die here, or if they're attacked from your side, to cycle the jump vanes."

Chapter Three

There was stark silence in the hall.

"Cycle the vanes," Sikkukkut repeated, and rested his hands on the legs of the insect-chair. "That would be a curiously futile gesture for them."

"What should I care," Pyanfar said, "if I were dead? But never doubt that my crew is prepared to do that."

"Martyr," Jik said in his hoarse voice, and hauled himself by his arms on the chair to face Sikkukkut: he rested there leaning on the upraised arch of the chair legs, head on forearms and a grin on his face. "She hani. She tell crew blow us all to hell, they do it. You deal with damn fine hani crew. Same be lot brave for you. You got use right."

More profound silence. Then Sikkukkut lifted his cup and lapped at it delicately. "Bravery. This is another of those words which sounds kifish until one looks more deeply at the mindset. I distrust it. I distrust it profoundly."

"Just consider it," said Pyanfar, "a longrange survival plan. But don't consider it." She waved her hand. "What I'm truly interested in, what I'm sure we're all interested in, is what we do about Meetpoint, hakkikt. You want Jik's cooperation: I can get it for you."

"I remind you that you failed miserably with Goldtooth. We assume that you failed there. In certain moments I wonder.''

"In certain moments / wonder, hakkikt; and I still don't know what he's up to. I'm more concerned what the humans are up to; and I can tell you plainly-" she held up a forefinger, claw extended,-"Tully doesn't know. I've questioned him closely on it, and I know when that son is lying and when he isn't. He was a courier who didn't know his own message; Goldtooth used him and dumped him, which is a little habit of Goldtooth's that I want to talk to him about. Goldtooth doublecrossed Tully, doublecrossed Jik. Double-crossed me. And to confuse it all he gave me help, in the form of medical supplies we needed. / don't know how to read his signals. I'm being perfectly frank with you. I can tell you that Ehrran and I aren't friendly; and she's dealing with the stsho, which I trust even less. That's where I stand. I want Jik back. Under my command, hakkikt.'"

"Damn," Jik said. "Hani-"

"He's honest," Pyanfar said. "If you do that favor to him, at my request, he'll be caught in a moral tangle his government won't like at all. But we don't need to tell them that, do we? And we don't need to leave Goldtooth alone to represent the mahendo'sat. Jik supports your side. And if you lose him, hakkikt, you'll have no chance in a mahen hell of getting the mahendo'sat to make any treaty. Give him to me. I can handle him."

"Prove it now. Get the truth from him. Have him say where the humans are going, what Ismehanan-min said to him before he left, and what agreements he knows of with the methane-folk."

Pyanfar let go her breath slowly. Her laboring heart found a new level of panic.

Fool. Now you get what you bargained for. Don't you, Pyanfar?

But what else is there to do? How do we win anything without this kif?

She looked toward Jik as he shifted his hold on the chair to face her direction. A fine dew of perspiration had broken out around his eyes, running down into his black fur; his eyes glittered in the orange light and the darkness, and there were lines about them she was not accustomed to see there. "Jik," she said. "You heard him. You know what he wants."

"I know," Jik said, with no intimation he was going to say a thing.

"Listen." She reached out and took hold of his arm where it rested on the chair; she smelled the sweat and there was the stink of drugs in it; drugs and raw terror. "Jik. I need you. Hear? Hear me?"

Jik's face twisted, showed teeth, settled again in exhaustion. His eyes shut and he got them open again. "Get hell out. Hear?" And he meant more than get out of Harukk: she read that plainly.

"If the hakkikt fails," she said, "what does that leave us with? Jik. Jik-" There's a reason I can't tell you. She tried to send that with her eyes, with the sudden force of her hand; and with her thumb-claw, dug in so hard he winced.

"Damn!" he cried, jerking back; she held on.

"Listen to me. If the hakkikt fails, where are we? That bastard Akkhtimakt-" She tensed the thumb-claw again. J-i-k. In the blink-code. "Do you hear me? Do you hear?"

He no longer pulled back. His hand twitched. "I hear," he said in a hoarse, distracted voice. "But-"

"You'll take my orders. Hear?" And: h-u-m-a-n-t-r-e-a-c-h-e-r-y she spelled into his flesh. The sweat ran in rivulets past his eyes, in the thin areas of his facial hair. "Jik. Tell him everything."

A long moment he hesitated. She felt the tremor of muscles in his arm. The fear-smell grew stronger. The look on his face was a thing to haunt the sleep: he poured all his questions into it, and there was nothing she knew how to send back-let one kif note that hidden move of her thumb on the underside of his hand and they were both in it. But:

T-r-u-s-t, she signaled him. D-o.

He broke away from her eyes. He leaned himself on the other side of the chair, facing Sikkukkut. "Ana say-humans come Meetpoint. Truth. They go fight Akkhtimakt. Gather hani, make fight 'gainst kif. Then got-" His voice broke. "Got-hani, stsho, human, mahendo'sat, all fight kif."

"And it's your task," Sikkukkut said quietly, "to see that I reach Meetpoint to engage my rival Akkhtimakt-all while being attacked by all the others. Is that what your partner told you to do?"

Prolonged silence.

"Answer," Sikkukkut said.

"He not tell me what he do. He say-say I got go Meetpoint, wait orders."

"To turn on me at the opportune moment. Kkkkt. And now what will you do?"

"I think he damn fool, hakkikt." Again Jik's voice cracked. "I think I first time got better idea, help you take out Akkhtimakt."

"And then to turn on me."

"Not. Not. I think Ana got wrong. I damn scared, hakkikt, he got number one bad mistake. I don't think he do what he do, damn, I come on dock, try get Pyanfar out lousy mess, I don't know my damn partner going to blow the damn dock, I don't know he going outsystem, I don't know he got deal with Ehrran and the damn stsho-What happen? I get shoot at, I get caught, I get lousy drug and beat up, you think I be damn fool, hakkikt, come outside if I know what he do? Hell, no. Maybe Ana same time got smart idea, but he don't know I be out there, I don't know he be going to leave the dock- lousy mess. Ehrran be the one break dock, she be the one kill you people; I don't think he know what she do."

"They met. They talked. We know this."

Jik's head dropped, his shoulders slumped. He looked up again, leaning on his arms. "I think they talk stsho deal. I think Ana not know, not know what she do-He just got move fast. He plan go, yes. Not then. No so fast. He think got time. Ehrran make him move. Maybe he think I be dead, I don't know; maybe he think we all be on that dock, maybe he think The Pride crew be gone, maybe think ever'thing be gone to hell-I don't know, hakkikt. I don't know."

"You contradict yourself."

"Not lie. Don't know. I don't know."

"And the methane-folk? What dealings with them?"

Jik's head dropped again onto his arms. For a moment he was utterly still, and a kif moved closer at his side. Pyanfar sat quietly, forcing a calm over her nerves from the outside in, till it got to the depth of her mind.

We're talking about the whole gods-be Compact going up in smoke.

We can take him, at any time, we can take this kif bastard, if we're willing to die-and we're both dead now, Jik and I.

It doesn't matter. Doesn't matter that he's in pain, it's nothing, nothing in the balance, nothing that really matters. I'm sorry, Jik; I can't care, can't afford to care, can't stink of fear, I daren't. Not if we've got a chance. And I'll take it wide and high, Jik, if I have to. You're a professional, you know what I'm doing, you know I can't do anything else, drug-drunk as you are. We can settle it later.

"Answer him, Jik." And gods, come up with a good one.

I need you, Jik.

I can't play this throw alone.

He moved. He lifted his head again. "Tc'a," he said thickly.

"What about the tc'a?" Sikkukkut asked.

"I talk with. Lot scare'." His hands slipped. He caught himself and lifted his head with an effort. "Knnn lot disturb. Humans come through knnn space. Maybe shoot at knnn ship."

"Kkkkt."

"Damn fool. Tc'a want keep knnn quiet. They want mahendo'sat make all quiet, quick. Tc'a lot mad with Ana. Talk me-talk me-want make knnn be quiet. I say tc'a- tc'a, you got help Sikkukkut. Fine fellow, Sikkukkut. So tc'a come with us to Kefk. But knnn-"

"The knnn took it."

"Took. Don't know why. Maybe want ask why come with us. Maybe want ask what we do. Knnn lot crazy. No know knnn mind. I tell Ana-he be crazy want talk to knnn. Make quiet, I tell Ana, you got make quiet. Knnn be disturb, I don't know, don't know, don't know-"

Both hands went. He hit the arch of the chairlegs and hung there.

Pyanfar carefully took up her cup and sipped at it. Don't think, don't react, he's not in pain now. Be cold and careful and don't care. There's no guarantee what the bastard's going to do with either of us now he has what he wants. "That, I think, was the truth. It jibes with other things he's said. Mahendo'sat have their own ways. And it's very likely that Goldtooth is pursuing some contrary course, giving his Personage a second option. Unfortunately that course seems to involve helping Ehrran ruin me-friendship is worth something, hakkikt, but species-interest in Goldtooth's case is a great deal more potent. He'll be sorry to see me ruined and my influence broken-I was useful to him once; we even had a personal debt. But sorry is as far as it goes. Ehrran seems to him to have what he wants right now: influence in the han. Jik is pursuing a totally different course for the Personage they both serve-so Goldtooth wouldn't work directly against Jik, in the interest of giving the Personage that double choice; but he'll by the gods cut Jik's throat when he thinks it's come to crisis. And it will be crisis at Meetpoint, when we all go in there. That's how Goldtooth will deal with the methane-folk: kill Jik and remove the one person who can deal with the tc'a-because Jik does work with them." She took a second sip. "You told me back at Meetpoint, that one day I'd want revenge on my enemies. Pukkukkta. I had to look that word up. I know now what you offered me. You said at the same time that if I didn't want it then, I'd want it later. That was before I knew my enemy was a bastard of a hani who was out to get me from the start. I'll give you a hani word. Haura. Bloodfeud. Ehrran's got that now, with me, with Chanur, with Geran and Chur Anify; and Haral and Tirun Araun have a grudge or two themselves. And I'll get Rhif Ehrran if I have to go through Goldtooth and the stsho and the mahendo'sat and the humans to do it. Pukkukkta's a cold emotion; haura's a hot one; but that doesn't mean it can't last years. Am I making clear sense? However long it takes, I'll get her."

"You make sense, hunter Pyanfar."

"Tahar also has a bloodfeud with Ehrran. And Tahar interests are linked to mine. I'm her only hope of recovering her reputation. And her power."

"That also makes sense."

"I also have a certain matter to settle with Goldtooth. A personal matter. And Jik is the best leverage on that. That's why I want him."

"No kif would be as forward."

"No kif can offer you what I do."

There was a soft clicking about her, a stirring; and the guns were still live.

"What do you offer?"

"An alliance with non-kif."

"Kkkt." Sikkukkut placed his hands on the chair, lifting his jaw. "Where is it?"

"Lying in that chair; and sitting in this one. And neither's inconsequential. Neither's without ties that go far beyond one ship and a small authority. Give me Jik and give me Aja Jin, and I'll use him to settle with Goldtooth and Rhif Ehrran. A weapon in my hand is a weapon in yours."

"Is it?"

"Since we have common interests. A hani is very easy to understand. Look for clan interest. And Rhif Ehrran is out to destroy my clan, with Goldtooth's help. I told you I'd go through all the others to get her. And that's exactly what I'll do."