"Zainal picked a fight/' Kris said, answering the querying look on Dorothy's mobile face, "killed a Drassi and went on the run. I saw his flitter crash and went to see whom the Catteni were after this time. I had no idea what I was rescuing. If I had," and she gave Zainal a mock dirty look, "I might have thrown him to the wolves. Then I decided I'd better get him back to Barevi. Only we both got caught in one of those gassings the Cat-teni spray to quell rebellion." Kris knew that Dorothy would be familiar with that tactic which was often used on Earth. "And ended up here on Botany."
"For which many of us are exceedingly grateful/' Dorothy said sincerely.
"Will, Dr. Ansible, and a formerTV reporter, Jane O'Hanlon, were able to bring us up to date with the situation on Earth, by the way. Which I can give you without benefit of sponsors or commercials/' Dorothy said in a droll tone of voice. "I think there was probably more than one reason for the Eosi to resort to extracting information from human beings. Not only have we here on Botany produced a new wrench in the works with the Bubble but resistance is increasing on Earth despite their attempts to control or contain it.
"I gather that there will be an effort made to support activities on Earth now that there're three spaceships at our disposal?" And she looked at Zainal for comment.
"We haven't heard of any," Kris said and added "yet." Zainal had been so busy getting pictorial proof to send the Farmers that they hadn't discussed any future plans.
He shrugged. "Three ships are too few against as many as the Eosi have."
"Not even for a teensy-weensy hit," and Dorothy left a very tiny space between her forefinger and thumb by way of illustration, "just to serve notice on the Eosi?"
"I think we've just done that," Kris said with a droll grin.
"They will try to penetrate the Bubble," Zainal said. "They will have to figure out what it is and how it is maintained. That will annoy them seriously."
And he was patently delighted. "We must hope that it remains. The Eosi have other weapons that destroy planets."
"Do they?" And Kris felt a twinge of fear under her bravado.
"If they cannot possess, they do not leave it for others to have."
"Oh!" Kris had no flippant reply for that.
"Does the Council know?" Dorothy asked, concerned.
"I will tell them," Zainal said, nodding solemnly.
"Well, then, that's all I can bother you with," Dorothy said, beginning to gather up her notes. Then she paused, tilting her head at Zainal. "You don't have any idea where the Eosi came from, do you?" When Zainal shook his head, she managed a self-conscious laugh. "From a galaxy far, far away?"
Kris chuckled, delighted that Dorothy was not only Trek oriented, but could also quote from Star wars.
"Thank you, Zainal. You've given me valuable information."
"I have?"
Dorothy smiled. "More than you might think. I do apologize for besieging you after what has been a very difficult day but we needed this input." She held up the notes. "We can design appropriate treatment now.
In so far as our resources permit, that is."
Zainal opened the door, and they stepped into a moonlit night.
"Over here, Dorothy," Chuck said, flipping on the runabout's light.
"Oh, thank you, and thank you again, Zainal, Kris." She hurried over to the little vehicle, murmuring her thanks to Mitford before she turned it northward.
"I've one of the flatbeds and there's room on the boxes for you two to ride back to your place," Chuck said. "Don't want any night crawlers grabbing you."
"Thanks, Chuck," Kris said, only too grateful for both the offer and the sentiment. She was really dragging with weariness right now. Sitting down for a spell had not been as good an idea as it had seemed. It only emphasized her fatigue.
"Over here," and Chuck reached the flatbed and turned on its light to guide them.
Kris was already climbing on the cargo before she realized that the boxes didn't resemble anything she had purchased on Barevi.
"What's all this, sarge?" She couldn't see the printed labels in the dim light.
"It's the books we found," Zainal astonished her by saying.
"Books?"
"Yes, books," Zainal repeated calmly. "Ray saw them. As trading captain of the KDI, I thought such paper stuff would be good for packing material."
He grinned. "The Drassi did not argue, glad to be rid of the stuff."
"But there must be fifty boxes here? They're not all the same book, are they?"
"Nope," Chuck said. "Catteni looted libraries, too. We've got some former librarians just drooling to catalog what we managed to 'liberate." This is only part of what we unloaded. Our kids won't grow up ignorant, though they might have some rather interesting gaps in their education."
"Books," Kris said and suddenly realized that she had missed books…
certainly the availability of books. "Wow! That was a real coup:'
"Books?" Zainal asked. "Schoolbooks?" His tone was sly though Kris could not see his expression in the dim light. "Bi-ol-o-gy?"
"Don't know yet," Chuck said, "though that's a possibility. Why?"
"Zainal has just acquired a need to know," Kris replied drolly. Oh, well, she'd had good grades in biology though just how much human biology would expand Zainal's understanding of how his body worked was a moot point. And she was too tired to inquire.
All three were silent for the rest of the journey.
Once Zainal closed the door behind them, Kris gave up the notion of a shower as being too much work and a ruse to keep her from getting horizontal, and asleep, as soon as she could make it to the bed. She did take her boots off, as Zainal was doing, but that was all she managed.
THE K-CLASS SHIP, which arrived at bay forty-five to collect a shipment of slaves for an ice planet's mining operation was furious to discover that someone else had taken them. The Drassi lodged a protest about that, and then another one that he had been forced to wait eight days before sufficient slaves could be assembled. So insignificant a report went unread.
The costs submitted against a ship with a KDI identification code were duly registered although it was later noted that this ship had supposedly been listed as "lost."The charges were paid and the anomaly forgotten.
Chapter Two.
IT SHOULDN'T HAVE SURPRISED KRIS that by the next afternoon many people were aware of the substance of their discussion with Dorothy Dwardie. Rumor circulated the settlement as fast as a Farmer orbiter. Fortunately, it worked more in favor of Zainal than against him.
The Catteni were, however briefly, also seen as Victims of Eosian tactics, more to be pitied than feared.
A quintet of anthropologists, while loudly deploring the forced evolution of the Catteni, requested most politely for Zainal to take some tests to evaluate his "stimulated" intelligence.
Kris was furious and Zainal amused. In fact, Kris was so incensed that she was even mad at him for agreeing.
"They cannot do me any harm," Zainal said in his attempt to placate her.
"It's the whole idea of the thing… as if you were no better than a laboratory mouse or rat or monkey," she said, pacing about the house while her mate and her son regarded her with surprise.
"They are also testing the Deski and the Rugarians." He grinned at her.
"I would like to know how I rate."
"How can they possibly evaluate you fairly? In the first place," she said, waving her arms about as she paced, "lots of the questions require a similar cultural background… and history and things you've never had a chance to study:'
"So?" Zainal reached out and stopped her mid-stride as she was going past him. "You are annoyed for me? Or with me?" he asked at his gentlest, a gleam in his yellow eyes.