Dragonback 05 Dragon and Judge (34 page)

"No problem," Alison assured him, gesturing in turn to Stronlo.
The Eytra lined up his people and led them toward the waiting soldiers.

Shoofteelee, the house slave, was the last in line. His face was
rippling with Wistawk emotion, his eyes already gleaming dreamily with
the glow of freedom.

Alison waited until they had all cleared the gate before stepping
forward herself. "Thank you," she said quietly.

"Like you said, they're property," the sergeant reminded her. "You
have someplace to take them?"

Alison nodded. "I understand the Daughters of Harriet Tub man have
a station nearby."

The sergeant nodded back. "Good luck."

And a minute later, for the first time in nearly a month, Alison
found herself breathing free air again.

She'd almost forgotten how good that felt.

Stronlo was standing nearby, waiting silently with his newly freed
compatriots. "Well, come on," Alison said briskly, heading down the
entry drive toward the public street and the city beyond. "Your
future's waiting."

"There were forty-five in all," Alison commented as she sat down
across the dayroom table from Jack. "And did I mention they got Gazen
along the way?"

"Yes, you mentioned it," Jack said, his eyes on Draycos and Taneem
lying side by side on the dayroom floor, talking together in low
voices. "I'm glad for you," he added.

"Thank you." Alison gestured. "You always make sandwiches just so
you can ignore them?"

Jack looked down at his plate. There was a sandwich there, all
right, with two bites missing. He'd forgotten all about it. "I guess
I'm not hungry."

Alison sighed. "Look, Jack. This self-condemnation isn't doing you
any good. It's tearing you up inside, not to mention making Taneem,
Draycos, and me walk on eggs whenever you're around. You've got to snap
out of it."

"That's easy for
you
to say," Jack bit out, his dark
depression abruptly turning into anger. "
You
freed a bunch of
slaves.
I
got a bunch of Golvins killed.
And
Langston."

To his extreme annoyance, Alison didn't even flinch at his
outburst. "You didn't get anyone killed," she said calmly. "Except this
Bolo character, and it sounds like he deserved it. Frost's men are the
ones who killed Langston and the Golvins and blew up their crops. Not
you."

"They wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been there," Jack shot
back. "And I wouldn't have been there if I hadn't decided to play
detective."

"You weren't
playing
anything," Alison said sternly. "You
were
being
a Judge-Paladin." She paused. "Like your parents
before you."

Jack closed his eyes, tears welling up as the anger subsided
again. "At least they only got themselves killed," he murmured. "I did
it to a bunch of innocent people."

"Innocent people are usually the ones who get the short end of the
stick," Alison agreed. "That's why it's so important to go after the
ones at the top. People like Neverlin, Frost, and the Patri Chookoock."

"And maybe Braxton."

"I already told you Neverlin basically confessed to your parents'
deaths," Alison said. "Don't worry—if Braxton's involved, too, we'll
get him. But right now it's Neverlin we need to concentrate on."

"
We
?" Jack echoed. "There's no
we
here, Alison.
There's just Draycos and me. Next decent planet we hit, you're gone."

Across the room, Taneem's head lifted, her eyes glittering toward
Jack. "What about me?" she asked.

"You go with her."

Taneem's tail twitched. "I would rather stay with you and Draycos."

"Tough," Jack snapped. "You're both gone."

"No," Alison said firmly. "Not if you want to save Draycos's
people."

"And who is it who put them at risk in the first place?" Jack
lashed out. Abruptly he stood up, his hand snapping up almost of its
own accord and slashing toward her face. "You rotten—"

The blow never reached her. In a single, smooth motion Draycos
leaped up from the deck and bounded to Jack's side, his paw catching
Jack's hand in a solid grip. "She's not to blame, Jack," the K'da said
firmly. "Her life was at stake."

"Is that the kind of excuse a K'da poet-warrior would use?" Jack
demanded, struggling to get his hand free.

"No, a K'da warrior would have skipped the excuses and used his
time to best advantage," Alison said. Again, she hadn't even twitched.
"He would have tried to sow dissension among his enemies." She raised
her eyebrows. "And he would have figured out what Neverlin's new plan
is."

Jack paused in his struggling, his anger foundering against fresh
uncertainty. "What do you mean?"

"Remember earlier, when we discussed their plan and decided that
Neverlin couldn't get at the Braxton Universis security ships he
originally wanted?" Alison reminded him. "I know where he's planning to
get his replacements."

"Where?"

"First a deal," Alison said. "I'm in for the duration. So is
Taneem."

"This isn't your fight," Jack insisted.

"It is now," Alison said. "Frost tried to kill me." She
considered. "And come to think of it, Neverlin still owes me twenty
thousand for opening that safe."

Jack ground his teeth. "Why, you—"

"We're in, or you figure it out yourself," Alison said flatly.
"Take it or leave it."

Jack looked helplessly at Draycos. But there was no help for him
there. "Fine," he growled. "We take it. Let's hear the big secret."

"Uncle Virge, give me a star map," Alison called, taking both her
plate and Jack's off the table. "Make sure the scale includes both
Semaline and Rho Scorvi."

The table's surface changed, and a star chart appeared. "Now, when
Neverlin had me kidnapped on Semaline, he told me the
Advocatus
Diaboli
was four hours away," Alison said as Taneem padded to her
side and peered over her shoulder. "Add that to the map."

A small bubble of space appeared around Semaline, marking the
farthest distance a ship with the
Advocatus Diaboli
's speed
could get in four hours. "We also know that the ship was coming from
Rho Scorvi, where it had picked up Frost and the rest of his crew,"
Alison said. "Mark that."

A cone appeared on the map, its tip on Rho Scorvi, its edges
passing through the bubble around Semaline. "So," Alison said. "Inside
that cone are all the places Frost might have been heading when
Neverlin diverted him to Semaline to pick me up."

"Big help," Jack growled. "There must be two hundred systems in
that area."

"At least," Alison agreed. "One last thing, Uncle Virge: add in
the list of systems I gave you earlier."

A dozen spots of blue appeared on the map. One, and only one, was
within the cone. "The blue spots are places where the Malison Ring is
embroiled in major military actions," Alison said. "Where they've
deployed large numbers of troops and vehicles." She paused expectantly.

Jack caught his breath as he suddenly understood. "
And
warships."

"Bingo," Alison confirmed, sounding very pleased with herself. "Do
I need to spell it out any more?"

"He intends to steal Malison Ring ships," Draycos said
thoughtfully, finally releasing Jack's hand.

"Or else to fake orders to bring in the ones he needs," Alison
said. "Either way, it seriously narrows down his jump-off point.
And
it gives us something to look for in the data stream."

"That will help considerably," Draycos agreed.

"Thank you," Alison said. "And on top of that, there's still the
last advance team safe."

"Which is on Brum-a-dum," Jack reminded her.

"Not for long," Alison said. "After the Malison Ring raid,
Neverlin's not going to think that's a very smart place to keep it
anymore. If we can figure out when he plans to move it, and if we can
get to it, we now know how to open it."

"At which point we can get the rendezvous point directly," Draycos
said, a note of cautious excitement coloring his voice.

"Maybe," Jack said, his stomach twisting. So again, Alison had
won. He hoped she was properly proud of herself. "Congratulations."

He started to turn away. To his surprise, Alison reached across
the table and caught his hand. "You lost one, Jack," she said. "It
hurts. I know that."

"Everyone know what it feels like to lose," Jack retorted. "Do you
know what it feels like to have people
die
because of you?"

To his surprise, he saw Alison's throat tighten. "Yes, I do," she
said quietly. "You lost this one. We won't lose the next one."

"
If
we make sure not to focus on the wrong things," Taneem
murmured.

Alison frowned at her. "What?"

"I was thinking of Gazen," Taneem said. "He died because he was
focused only on me, and couldn't see those behind him."

"He never was much of a warrior," Jack said.

"Jack and Draycos are focused on saving Draycos's people." Taneem
cocked her head. "What are
you
focused on, Alison?"

It was, Jack thought, a blasted good question. "Well?" he prompted.

"Don't worry about me," Alison assured him. "I have all the focus
I need."

Jack snorted gently. "That's not an answer."

"No," Alison said, her eyes going strangely distant. "But it's all
you're going to get."

"Ah—Wing Sergeant Langston," Frost said as two of the mercenaries
brought Langston into the office and sat him down in the chair across
from the colonel's desk. "You'll be pleased to know we've finally
confirmed your identity."

"Certainly took you long enough," Langston commented, glancing
around the room. It was far too nice a place for a simple mercenary
colonel. Probably Arthur Neverlin's place, then. Or possibly Cornelius
Braxton's.

Frost shrugged. "We had to dig through the missing-inaction files
to find you." He smiled tightly. "Fortunately, you were there, and not
in the AWOL files. It would have taken at least another day or two to
crack into those."

"Don't worry about it," Langston assured him. "The food here is a
lot better than the stuff the Golvins fed me for five years. I
appreciate your getting me out of there, by the way."

Frost's eyes hardened. "And I appreciate
your
fine decoy
work in helping Jack Morgan slip out of our hands," he said. "That's a
professional appreciation only, you understand, not a personal one."

"Yeah, and I'm sorry about that," Langston apologized. "If I'd
understood how much you wanted him, I'd never have let him talk me into
that. I can probably kiss away the money he promised me, too."

"He promised you money?"

Langston snorted. "Oh, yeah. Some nice soap-bubble sky-mansion
about setting me up for life once he took out you and Neverlin."

"Yes, Morgan excels at such promises," Frost agreed. "It runs in
the family. Unfortunately for you, even if he meant it, he's on the
losing side."

"I'm starting to get that impression," Langston said sourly.
"Though frankly, it'll almost be worth the money he's stiffing me to
watch him go down in flames. Him and that nasty little pet dragon of
his."

"You don't like our noble K'da poet-warrior?"

"He could have helped me," Langston said. "He could have come down
the rabbit hole with me, silenced those Golvins, then helped me get
back up. But he didn't. I don't know what kind of military he claims to
belong to, but it's not one
I'd
ever want to serve in."

Frost leaned back thoughtfully in his chair. "Then perhaps you
might be interested in having a front-row seat at their demise?"

Langston smiled. Finally: the invitation he'd been waiting for.
About time, too. "Absolutely," he said grimly. "Just show me where I
sign."