"Not good make guess."
"Gods and thunders, what are we in?"
"You go Mkks?"
She stood back. "Khym. Get him a hot drink, huh?" Gods. Him. A weary twitch went through her nerves, a panic rage at biology.
But: "Aye," Khym said and went. Pyanfar sat down on the counter edge.
Haral settled one hip on the console near her station, to keep an eye to things, Tirun slouched onto the padded arm of observer two.
"We talk," Pyanfar said. "Real slow. You understand me."
"Not sleep," Jik said, wiping a lank, blunt-clawed hand over his face. His shoulders slumped. "God, lousy course change Urtur system."
"It took us out," Pyanfar said. "Come on, Jik. What's going on out there?
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my ship, the Personage says he's sorry and don't discuss the knnn I've had on my tail."
The arm went stiff in mid-motion, eyes fixed on hers. "Knnn."
"Out of Meetpoint. Maybe to here. I don't know. Kshshti stationmasters are nervous as stsho. What's going on?"
"Got kif take human ship. Human lot upset."
" Knnn take human ship, gods rot you, tell it straight! And I've got other news. Ship named Ijir. The other courier with other humans. Kif got it."
"God." He leaned back against the leather seat, arms on either rest, and looked at her. "How you know?"
"Message from Sikkukkut an'nikktukktin. Same as got Tully and Hilfy."
"He got Ijir?"
"Don't know."
Jik let go a deep long breath. His reddened eyes traveled up again as Khym padded in with a tray. Khym offered him the first, stiffly courteous, and Jik took it without a flinch. "We not meet. Both Gaohn station."
"Huh," Khym breathed, a grinding in his throat. But his ears came up with interest. He passed cups around, kept one for himself and settled, silent—gods, decorous— on the arm of the com-station seat, empty tray aside on the counter, quiet as Haral, as Tirun.
"Hunter ship," Pyanfar said for Khym's benefit, while Jik drank gfi and wrinkled his nose, shuddering as he drank. Gfi was not a mahen favorite, but it was substance and Jik seemed to need that. The strength looked to have drained out of him as if he had run a long, long time. "Best pilot in mahen space," Pyanfar said, not lying. "You talk to the stationmaster, Jik?"
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Weary eyes lifted, guileless. "Go station center, talk." Another sip of gfi, another small shudder and grimace at the taste. "Got ask you— Pyanfar.
Where packet?"
She drew in a long, long sip of her own cup. "What packet?"
Jik swallowed hard. The gfi was hot and tears sprang to his eyes, which acquired a heat of their own and a hard glitter of thought. "Bastard," he said. "No game."
"It isn't. When they get my tail back working, huh? You know, it occurs to me with Aia Jin in port they might take me off priority. They got hunter ship, huh? Not need hani now."
"Fix."
"Sure, they will."
He sat there a moment, breathing in and out and a good deal more rapid going on behind his eyes. "You got packet, huh? Kif got Tully, you got packet and you go Mkks. What want? Give both to kif?"
"Maybe trade."
The least uncertainty crept into his expression. "No. You no do." It became fear. "You got too much smart, Pyanfar."
"No," she said, gazing deep into his eyes. "I got friends. Don't I, Jik?"
He drew a breath. "You give packet. Damn, hani! You try hold this thing, Kshshti authority board and take!"
"Stationmaster doesn't know it exists. Does he? Not Eseteno, not Tt'om'm'mu, not our pink-slippered cutthroat Stle stles stlen. But you know. And the fewer know it exists, the better. Don't you think?" She jabbed a claw at him. "How'd the kif know to move that quick, to set up an ambush on the docks? How'd we get set up, huh?"
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"You say stationmaster?"
"You say kif make lucky guess?"
"I know this Eseteno. No. No, Pyanfar. Not. He honest, long time got post.
Trust him."
"All right. That's one. But how far down the line does honest go? How much does it take? Kif got some security agent's relatives, make deal, huh?"
Jik's dark face was very sober, ears down. "All time possible."
"Maybe same got agent repair crew, huh?"
"Kif want you go Mkks. Want blow ship there got lot chance. Not need sabotage."
It made sense. It was the cheerfullest reassurance she had had since the docks blew up. She drew her mustache down, thinking on the odds.
"Give packet," Jik said. "Got go Maing Tol, this packet. I ask. Number one important."
"Goldtooth's observations, is it? His report— what's going on out there in kif space. Knnn stuff too."
Jik's small ears went back. "You got no profit make guess, Pyanfar."
"I make deal. I trust my honest mahe friend. That repair crew stays on the job and my engineer gets specs on those parts number one quick."
"Got."
"Got authority, do you? Lot of authority, same as Goldtooth."
Jik's ears twitched. "Some thing yes."
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"Some thing, huh? You want this packet, you go with me to Mkks."
"Hani, I guard you tail at Gaohn!"
"Guard it at Mkks and you get the packet."
Gently: "You bastard, Pyanfar."
"You same kind bastard. You say, you do. I know this."
"I go Mkks," he said.
"Get the packet, Haral."
Haral moved. Jik leaned back into the leather cushion and watched, bestirred himself to take it when it came, this largish several-times crushed envelope with a dark stain at one corner. "All here?" Jik asked.
"Everything they sent me. What are you going to do with it?"
"Try find honest captain."
"In this port? Stay away from the hani."
"A?" He looked her in the eyes and the ears sank slowly before they came up again. The face had no fool's look, not now. "Trouble, huh?"
"Lot trouble."
"You come."
"Come where?"
"Come with. We talk these hani."
"No."
Jik stood up. "I go. Sure thing we talk. Want share?"
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"Gods rot— Gods rot it, I've got enough trouble! Leave my name out of it!"
"They got jealous, huh?"
"Look, look, you earless lunatic, there's laws, there's regulations I already break— the han's after my hide, you understand me? Chanur's got troubles! You want to hand them proof, huh? It's illegal for me to work for foreign government, understand? Against the conventions! "
"You carry cargo government give."
" That's legal. Gods rot it, you know the distinction. You trade, what time you're not up to no good—"
"So you carry cargo." He lifted the packet. "Same legal."
"Look, look, Jik— old friend. They're looking for an excuse. They want find trouble, understand? You'll get us skinned, all of us."
"What choice got? Pyanfar, good friend, got no choice. Packet got go."
"Send it with the tc'a!"
Ears flicked. "No." Short and sharp, a small flicker in the eyes that rang alarms. "Not number one good idea, Pyanfar."
More alarms. Methane-breathers, with their own interests. Tt'om'm'mu rearing up behind his glass, violet and murky phosphorescences.
"You come," Jik said. "Maybe better you be there, huh, stop stupid mahe say wrong thing these honest hani?"
"No! Absolutely no!" She got up, flung off across the bridge, waving her arms and dislodging Khym from her path. She looked back again. Jik still stood there with the packet in his hands and that Tully-look on his too-narrow mahen face.
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/> "Pyanfar." He held up the envelope.
"No," she said.
* * *
"Chanur," the Ehrran said, Rhif, rising from a much-scarred and grimy chair. KSHSHTI PORT AUTHORITY, the office said on the outer door, in four different alphabets with letters missing. CONFERENCE in three: the hani line had fallen off altogether and left only brighter paint behind, misspelled. "Ehrran," Pyanfar said. And with a glance at the other hani captain in the narrow room: "Ayhar." Jik closed the door behind them both and they were all alone with each other.
"You?" Ehrran asked of Jik. "The Personage send you here?"
"No," Jik said quietly, with unflappable good nature. "I ask Personage send you. "
It shot straight through Ehrran's guard and Pyanfar got a quick furtive breath and swallowed it quick, straight-faced, watching the Ehrran's face.
Quick re-thinking, by the gods. Rhif Ehrran drew herself up, mouth not quite closed, and then it did close, and the Ehrran stared closely at this raffish-dressed mahe.
"Sit," Jik said, "captains, I ask you."
Pyanfar pursed her mouth and sat, watched first Banny Ayhar lower her portly self into a grimy seat and then fastidious Ehrran, who looked as if she had a mouthful of salt and no idea where to spit.
"What I got ask," Jik said, taking his own seat at the battered table, in this despicable little office, "what I got ask—" He laid the rumpled envelope on the table. "Need courier."
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" Who needs?" The question got out past Ehrran's well-groomed mustaches. "I'd like to see some Signature, if you don't mind."
"A." Jik bent a lank wrist toward his kilt belt, deftly whipped up a small folder, spun it across the table. "That good?"
The Ehrran picked it up as if it had been charged, extruded claws to pull the two leaves apart, and read something there that brought her head up and her ears to level. She mutely flipped the holder closed and spun it back again.
Jik replaced it. "Know you," he said. "Rhif Ehrran. Where you course?"
" Han business."
"A. Maybe got same business lot trouble kif. Maybe got invoke treaty."
"Maybe you can get Chanur to do your work."
"Maybe invoke treaty. Need you, Ehrran."
Ehrran's eyes smoldered. One claw came out, traced a pattern on the tabletop, a clean green line amid the grime. "I've got business, mahe. "
"So. Maybe got. I got. Got hani citizen with kif. Got hani shot up, a? No, I tell you, ker Ehrran. You in mahen space, inside mahen agreement—" Jik held up one blunt-clawed finger, forestalling a word from the Ehrran.
"You here, a? I call other side treaty, got number one emergency, got need ship run courier—"
"You want to buy other hani?"
"Gods rot— !" Pyanfar straightened and a dark-furred mahen arm landed slam! on the table between her and the Ehrran.
"I make request," Jik said. "Of-fi-cial, a? Treaty stuff. Now, we got cooperative agreement, agreement like I tell you, Ehrran. You got say yes, say no. You honor treaty?"
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The ears were flat already, the fine fair nose rumpled, the eyes ruddy amber. "What do you want?"
"You on hunt. Tell you this hunt go Mkks."
"Mkks!"
"Mkks, hani. Got other thing Ayhar do." He shoved the packet skidding at Ayhar's startled grasp. "You got priority undock, captain. You got. You run damn fast. Know you. Know you, Banny Ayhar. You got lot year, lot smart. I know, huh?"
Ayhar's ears sank. Her eyes showed white rims. "Where?" Ayhar asked.
"Maing Tol."
Banny Ayhar drew the packet up in her hands, drew her mouth down taut, not without a shift of her eyes Ehrran's way. But Ehrran never looked. "No trouble," Ayhar said, all quiet.
"Good," Jik said. "You go. Go fast, ker Ayhar. You not talk, you not wait.
Got six my crew see you get car, see you car get ship. Dock crew already work get you out."
Ayhar stood up, the envelope still in her hands.
"You not open," Jik said.
"Gods be feathered if I want to," Ayhar muttered, and looked this way and that... delayed then, with a look back. " Ker Pyanfar. You want that crewwoman ferried out?"
"No," said Jik ahead of anything. "You run. Run hard. Not ask why. You not got safety. Not got choice."
"See here—" But it faded. Whatever Ayhar had meant to say faded out.
She looked a moment at Jik and turned then, the envelope in her hands, and vanished out the door.
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Ehrran had gained her feet, ears flat. "Chanur," she said, "out."
Pyanfar leaned back and fixed Ehrran with a cold stare. "I'll stay, thanks. I can sit proxy to Chanur's interests. Or is the mahen captain more privy to han business than a member is? I'm here to witness. Formally."
Ehrran drew a long, long breath, and her eyes were dark-centered. Perhaps she considered the recorders. "Kshshti's already had one security breach....
"
" My crew, my niece, my passenger, Ehrran. You want to talk to me about security breach—"
"We'll settle that. Elsewhere. This action of yours—" Ehrran looked at Jik, with no more pleasant face. "My course is Kefk."
Jik waved a loose, limp hand. "Now Mkks." The hand returned to his hip above the gun and rested there. "Ten, maybe twelve hour. You think got business Kefk. No. Lousy place, Kefk. You no go."
"To do what? To do what at Mkks?"
"You stay my tail, a? You dock left. Dock right, Chanur. Three number one bastard go take walk Mkks docks, a?"
There was a long, long silence. Ehrran stood staring, hunter-fix. "Right,"
Ehrran said. "Ten hours. I'll trust this gets authorized higher up, na Jik."
She walked out, flat. The door whisked shut. "Pyanfar," Jik said, and gestured that way, in Ehrran's wake.
"Huh." Pyanfar got up with a grimace, collected herself and followed Jik outside, where three of his crew waited, all of them gaudy as Jik himself, even toward raffish; guns carried openly. An abundance of gold chains and armlets, and one had a knife.
"All done," Jik said, laying a hand on her shoulder, "got fix good, a?"
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"Sure. Sure, fix." She looked round at him with her ears back. "Expensive fix, friend. She won't forget."
"Got soul like kif, that hani."
"Number one right. What business? What's she after?"
The hand squeezed, a pressure of blunt claws. The mahe's dark eyes wrinkled round their edges and looked only tired. "This Ehrran hunt hani ship. Not you, no, she got rumor got hani work many side this thing. Han lot upset. This Rhif Ehrran, she want this renegade real bad. Think maybe you, a? Han lot crazy. They don't like the stsho make sudden clear paper, bring you to Meetpoint. Got lot suspicion, the han. I tell you, Pyanfar, you got go home talk sense these hani."
" Who cleared those papers up?"
Jik pushed her doorward. She braced her feet.
"Who, gods rot it?"
"Goldtooth talk good stsho, got same treaty, a?"
"Stle stles stlen."
Jik rubbed the bridge of his nose, where an old scar showed gray. "Same got Ayhar."
" What 'same got Ayhar'?"
"Stle stles stlen. Got somehow station damage charge, a? Got big bill, Ayhar. Stsho seize Ayhar cargo."
"O gods."
"Lot scared, Banny Ayhar. Stsho send here, direct route, run courier old bastard Stle stles stlen. Same come Vigilance. Same Stle stles stlen got long talk Rhif Ehrran after you leave Meetpoint, a?"
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"That eggsucker!"
"One scared hani, Ayhar."
"Gods rot. What's gtst after?" But ideas occurred to her. A certain bill. A detailed report to the han sent by way of Vigilance.
And another thought muddled past, about timing, information and mahen interests.
"You ca
me from Kura, huh? Sure, you did."
Jik held up both hands. "Maybe come Meetpoint. Forget these detail."
"Gods rot it, can't somebody tell the truth?"
"Lot truth."
"Sure." She jerked her arm as he laid a hand on it to move her on, and he gave her all her reach for distance between them. "Sure," she said. "Maybe fifty-fifty, huh? What happens now when I get outbound? Maybe have an accident? Sorry, old friend? Repair crew made a mistake? Hope you enjoy the trip? Gods rot—"
"No. Swear to you." Jik held up his hands again and dropped them. "Say message come to Kshshti. I get same here."
"Who sent you here?"
" Mahen agent, a? Got here, there agent, same hani, same kif. I not say more, Pyanfar. See? I one time try tell truth, got big trouble."
Ayhar? she wondered. Gods, no. Not Banny, not that lot. They loved their liberties too well.
Methane-breather? T'T'Tmmmi had come in from Meetpoint. She had seen it on the list. It was still in port.
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Tt'om'm'mu's spy, reporting to methane-side of Kshshti? Circles upon circles. It sent a cold, cold feeling to the stomach.
Knnn. But no one talked to knnn. No one could— excepting tc'a.
"You come," Jik said, mistaking overload for acquiescence, taking her by the unresisting arm, flinging his over her shoulders. "Get you safe back ship, Pyanfar. Got time maybe catch sleep. Tell you truth... I come Kura way, lousy long run. Sleep make you better, a?" He squeezed hard, dropped the arm again as they came out into the general offices and walked through. Mahen crew hastened to open the outside door. Station guards stood with rifles beside the waiting car.
Kura. Kura was in hani territory. And Ehrran had folded fast when she had a look at the authority in that small wallet Jik had at his belt. Ayhar—
Ayhar had been folded before she got there, ears down.