“Darya, they might. If I’m successful, we don’t know how desperate they may get.”
“I’ll take that chance. I’m not afraid of risks, not any more. One day, when I’ve finished my work, I’ll come to the Phemus Circle. We’ll share the dangers.”
“But no children.”
“Hey! I didn’t agree to that. They won’t live in the Phemus Circle, of course, they’ll grow up on Sentinel Gate.”
“And be spoiled rotten.”
“Are you suggesting that I was spoiled? Don’t bother to tell me.” She leaned past him to stare at the status displays. “We’ll be through the final Bose Transition in five minutes. Come to the forward observation port after that. We’ll do some practical planning.” She stroked the short hair at the back of his neck, sending tingles through him, and was gone.
Hans stared at the controls as another message appeared over the superluminal communications network. Was that it, the confrontation that he had so been dreading? Darya was an exceptional woman. And a super-smart one. Because there it was, another artifact vanishing exactly as she had predicted. Every last one of them was going, according to the bulletins.
The Salvation was about to clear its final Bose Transition. Only when that last jump had been taken would he feel free to join Darya. The Bose Network was not a Builder creation, as he had once feared, but its nodes were certainly affected by the presence or absence of nearby Builder artifacts. He would be far easier in his mind as soon as he was sure that the ship could fly the rest of the way subluminal.
One minute more to the Bose Transition. Hans’s expression changed to a scowl as he checked the screen displays for the rear section of the ship. That damned Zardalu! He’d feel easier when the jump was over, and easier still when that midnight-blue nightmare was gone from the Salvation. Louis Nenda claimed that the beast was safe, but it had managed to work a tentacle loose while the ship was first going superluminal. If it had quietly used that tentacle to free itself, instead of flailing at every fixture within reach, it might now control the whole ship.
Maybe the Fourth Alliance did need a mature Zardalu for study, Hans thought, as the Bose indicator blinked in with a transition accurate to the microsecond. Maybe they would pay a huge reward for it, as Nenda and Atvar H’sial claimed. But did the two of them have to choose the biggest and meanest Zardalu that Rebka had ever seen?
They were feeding the brute now, with great chunks of synthetic meat. Were they trying to grow it even bigger? Well, good luck to them. Hans checked the control settings one more time and stood up. He had more productive — and pleasant — ways to pass the remaining days of subluminal flight.
Nenda and Atvar H’sial were feeding the Zardalu. They were also talking to it. And it was just as well that no one else on board could follow the conversation.
“Don’t give me that.” Nenda was using the extreme form of the master-slave language. “I saw what you did with just one tentacle free. You smashed bits of the ship all to hell, so me and At got blamed for bringing you aboard. We should have let you rot in Labyrinth. Taking over control of the Salvation is one thing, but unstrapping you so you can help do it is another.”
“Master.” The land-cephalopod, floating in front of Nenda, could scarcely move in its double-strapped harness. But the long purple tongue reached out, inviting him to step on it with his boot.
“You can put that thing away. It’s disgusting.”
“Yes, Master.” Four feet of tongue slid back into the narrow vertical mouth. “Master, I can help you to conquer this ship. I lost control of myself earlier. That is why I broke things. I thought that I was about to die.”
“Maybe you are — or worse. The people on Miranda say they want to examine an adult Zardalu. That’s you. But when they say ‘examine,’ they really mean ‘dissect.’ See, it all depends what I tell ’em. If I say you belong to me, and I need you back, that’s one thing. You stay in one piece, no cutting. But if I say you don’t belong to me, an’ I don’t care what happens to you…”
“I do belong to you. Completely. I will be your willing slave. Master, do not leave me in the hands of strange humans. My brood-mates and I learned our lesson on Serenity and on Genizee. We know that compared with your Master Race, all other species of the spiral arm are weak, pitiful, sentimental imbeciles. Humans are the most resourceful, intelligent, terrifying, and cruel beings in the whole spiral arm.” The saucer-sized cerulean eyes saw a scowl appear on Nenda’s face. “And also, of course, the most merciful.”
“Better believe it. All of it. Hold on a minute, though. Gotta talk to my partner.” Louis turned to Atvar H’sial. The Cecropian had been monitoring the exchange through Nenda’s pheromonal translation. She had been given a censored version of the Zardalu’s final comments. Delivery of the “weak, pitiful, sentimental imbeciles” comment had been postponed. Nenda would like to see Cecropian and Zardalu go fifteen rounds with the gloves off, but this was not the day for it.
“At, we got to make a few decisions real soon. We’re gonna drop Jelly-bones here off on Miranda, but what next? Do we try to steal this ship? Do we go to Sentinel Gate with the others? And do we make a pick-up at Miranda later, when they’re all done with Zardie?”
“No, we do not steal this ship. No, we do not go to Sentinel Gate.” The emphatic pheromones became charged with suspicion. “Will the Lang female be there? I feel sure of it. We will not go there. But yes, we do collect the Zardalu after it has been examined. That all fits the grand design.”
“It does?”
“Certainly. Why steal this ship, which is of indifferent performance? We will have plenty of money when the Zardalu has been delivered to Miranda.”
“But no ship.”
“Miranda Spaceport offers the largest selection of vessels in the whole spiral arm. We will acquire one. We will then claim our Zardalu. If you like, we will visit the Mandel system and determine if your own ship, the Have-It-All, has reappeared there. And then — we return to Genizee.”
“Genizee! At, no offense, but you’re out of your mind. I spent months tryin’ to get out of that place.”
“In very different circumstances. First, the Anfract is no longer to be feared. Any dangerous aspects were a consequence of its being a Builder artifact. The same is true of any problem we had in escaping from Genizee itself. Finally, let me remind you of Quintus Bloom and Darya Lang’s assertion: the Zardalu will play an important part, along with the other clades, in the future of the spiral arm. And we, Atvar H’sial and Louis Nenda, will control the Zardalu! Already, they think of themselves as our slaves. Let me ask you a question: Do you know of any other planet in the spiral arm that we can make completely ours?”
“No place that I’d want to go. We could probably buy Mucus for next-to-nothin’, but you can have my share. All right, I’ll go for the deal as you’ve pitched it. But I don’t know why you keep goin’ on about me and Darya Lang, that’s old history.” Nenda turned back to the waiting Zardalu. “My partner has pleaded with me on your behalf. We will make sure you don’t get damaged too much on Miranda.”
“Thank you, Master.” The purple tongue came slithering out.
“Put that away. I don’t ever want to see it again.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And after we get you back from the people on Miranda, we’re going to take you home. To Genizee. Then you’ll help us make plans for all the Zardalu to come back to space. Under our control. You understand?”