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."