I gave you an order.
Piracy is one thing; Im not being a party to slaughter. There are children on that lifeboat.
Hes right, Andr, Madeleine Collum said.
Merde ! All right, but once Brendon has those pods cut free I want the Krystal Moon vaporized. That bloody captain has put our necks on the block by defying us, I want him ruined.
Yes, Captain, Erick said. How typical, he thought, we can go in with lasers blazing, but if anyone fights back, thats unfair. When we get back to Tranquillity, Im going to take a great deal of unprofessional pride in having Andr Duchamp committed to a penal planet.
They made it with forty-five seconds to spare. Brendon cut both cargo-pods free, and manoeuvred them into the waiting cargo hold in the Villeneuves Revenge . X-ray lasers started to chop at the Krystal Moon as the MSV docked with its own cradle to be drawn gingerly into the hangar bay. The remaining cargo-pods were split open, spilling their wrecked contents out into the void. Structural spars melted, twisting as though they were being chewed. Tanks were punctured, creating a huge vapour cloud that chased outward, its fringes swirling round the retreating lifeboat.
The starships hangar door slid shut. Combat sensors retreated back into the funereal hull. An event horizon sprang up around the Villeneuves Revenge . The starship shrank. Vanished.
Floating alone amid the fragmented debris and vacuum-chilled nebula, the lifeboat let out a passionless electromagnetic shriek for help.
The word was out even before the Lady Macbeth docked at Tranquillitys spaceport. Joshuas landed the big one. On his first Norfolk run, for Heavens sake. How does he do it? Something about that guy is uncanny. Lucky little sod.
Joshua led his crew into a packed Harkeys Bar. The band played a martial welcome with plangent trumpets; four of the waitresses were standing on the beer-slopped bar, short black skirts letting everyone see their knickers (or not, in one case); crews and groups of spaceport workers whistled, cheered, and jeered. One long table was loaded down with bottles of wine and champagne in troughs of ice; Harkey himself stood at the end, a smile in place. Everyone quietened down.
Joshua looked round slowly, an immensely smug grin in place. This must be what Alastair II saw from his state coach every day. It was fabulous. Do you want a speech?
NO!
His arm swept out expansively towards Harkey. He bowed low, relishing the theatre. Then open the bottles.
There was a rush for the table, conversation even loud enough to drown out Warlow erupted as though someone had switched on a stack of AV pillars, the band struck up, and the waitresses struggled with the corks. Joshua pushed a bemused and slightly awestruck Gideon Kavanagh off on Ashly Hanson, and snatched some glasses from the drinks table. He was kissed a great many times on his way to the corner booth where Barrington Grier and Roland Frampton were waiting. He loaded visual images and names of three of the girls into his neural nanonics for future reference.
Roland Frampton was rising to his feet, a slightly apprehensive smile flicking on and off, obviously worried by exactly how big the cargo washe had contracted to buy all of it. But he shook Joshua warmly by the hand. I thought Id better come here, he said in amusement. It would take you days to reach my office. Youre the talk of Tranquillity.
Really?
Barrington Grier gave him a pat on the shoulder and they all sat down.
That Kelly girl was asking after you, Barrington said.
Ah. Joshua shifted round. Kelly Tirrel, his neural nanonics file supplied, Collins news corp reporter. Oh, right. How is she?
Looked pretty good to me. Shes on the broadcasts a lot these days. Presents the morning news for Collins three times a week.
Good. Good. Glad to hear it. Joshua took a small bottle of Norfolk Tears from the inside pocket of the gold-yellow jacket he was wearing over his ship-suit.
Roland Frampton stared at it as he would a cobra.
This is the Cricklade bouquet, Joshua said smoothly. He settled the three glasses on their table, and twisted the bottles cork slowly. Ive tasted it. One of the finest on the planet. They bottle it in Stoke county. The clear liquid flowed out of the pear-shaped bottle.
They all lifted a glass, Roland Frampton studying his against the yellow wall lights.
Cheers, Joshua said, and took a drink. A dragon breathed its diabolical fire into his belly.
Roland Frampton sipped delicately. Oh, Christ, its perfect. He glanced at Joshua. How much did you bring? There have been rumours ...
Joshua made a show of producing his inventory. It was a piece of neatly printed paper with Grant Kavanaghs stylish signature on the bottom in black ink.
Three thousand cases! Roland Frampton squeaked, his eyes protruded.
Barrington Grier gave Joshua a sharp glance, and plucked the inventory from Rolands hands. Bloody hell, he murmured.
Roland was dabbing at his forehead with a silk handkerchief. This is wonderful. Yes, wonderful. But I wasnt expecting quite so much, Joshua. Nothing personal, its just that first-time captains dont normally bring back so much. There are arrangements I have to make ... the bank. It will take time.
Of course.
Youll wait? Roland Frampton asked eagerly.
You were very good to me when I started out. So I think I can wait a couple of days.
Rolands hand sliced through the air, he ended up making a fist just above the table. Determination visibly returned his old spark. Right, Ill have a Jovian Bank draft for you in thirty hours. I wont forget this, Joshua. And one day I want to be told how you did it.
Maybe.
Roland drained his glass in one gulp and stood up.
Thirty hours.
Fine. If Im not about, give it to one of the crew. I expect theyll still be here.
Joshua watched the old man weave a path through the excited crowd.
That was decent of you, Barrington said. You could have made instant money going to a big commercial distribution chain.
Joshua flashed him a smile, and they touched glasses. Like I said, he gave me a break when I needed it.
Roland Frampton doesnt need a break. He thought he was doing you a favour agreeing to buy your cargo. First-time captains on the Norfolk run are lucky if they make two hundred cases.
Yeah, so I heard.
Now you come back with a cargo worth five times as much as his business. You going to tell us how you did it?
Nope.
Didnt think so. I dont know what youve got, young Joshua. But by God, I wish I had shares in you.
He finished his glass and treated Barrington to an iniquitous smile. He handed over the small bottle of Norfolk Tears. Here, with compliments.
Arent you staying? Its your party.
He looked round. Warlow was at the centre of a cluster of girls, all of them giggling as one sat on the crook of his outstretched arm, her legs swinging well off the floor. Ashly was slumped in a booth, also surrounded by girls, one of them feeding him dainty pieces of white seafood from a plate. He couldnt even spot the others. No, he said. I have a date.
She must be quite something.
They are.
The Isakore was still anchored where they had left it, prow wedged up on the slippery bank, hull secure against casual observation by a huge cherry oak tree which overhung the river, lower branches trailing in the water.
Lieutenant Murphy Hewlett let out what could well have been a whimper of relief when its shape registered. His retinal implants were switched to infrared now the sun had set. The fishing boat was a salmon-pink outline distorted by the darker burgundy flecks of the cherry oak leaves, as if it was hidden behind a solidified waterfall.