"Hard to tell," Freddy said. "But they're shooting at the Khanate, so they're on our side."
"Enemies of our enemies," Bury said. "We can but watch with patience. Allah has been merciful."
"Joyce, there are many answers to your question," Victoria said. "Their history. The Khanate has had few successes with alliances."
"Given their record this is not surprising," Omar said.
"All true. They treat their allies with contempt. They did not honor the terms they had made with us. And now they see unlimited potential if only one of their colony ships survives to roam Imperial space."
"Unlimited," Glenda Ruth said. "Crazy Eddie. An entire clan."
"We see it, too," Victoria said. "As do Medina and East India. Call it an entire culture."
Sinbad's control bridge was dark except for the navigation screens. Freddy had closed it off from the lounge. He had set the pilot's couch for massage mode.
Glenda Ruth noted Freddy's relaxed posture. "Hi."
"Hello."
"I saw some activity on the screens."
Freddy nodded. "The battle's started up again. I told the Commodore. There's not much we can do about it, for another fourteen hours, so there wasn't any point in rousing the others."
And you're not saying why you didn't call me. "What do we do when we get there?"
"Good question," Freddy said. "On this course we'll shoot past at about two hundred klicks a second."
"That's not much use."
Freddy showed some irritation. "If we slow to match velocities, we'll be forever getting there. The idea is that we can boost our thrust at the end if somebody needs our firepower. Otherwise it's safer to go through fast and backtrack."
"Good news from all over," Glenda Ruth said.
The main screen flared, a blue flash. She stared at it. "Freddy-"
"It's all right. You don't have to watch."
Her voice was almost patronizing, though it came three seconds later. "Freddy love, there's not much point anyway. All I'm seeing is colored lights. Why don't you tell me what's happening? Pretend it's a race."
"Race. Okay." A touch zoomed the picture, expanded the center of the maze of colored lines. Lasers were splashing across black and coal-red balloons of varied size. One was inflating, green, blue, a white flash like a nova. "They began with twenty-six big ships. After twelve hours of fighting it's twenty-three. They're not moving much, but your brother would recognize that dance they're doing. Ship A floats behind Ship B. Ship B takes the heat for a while. You can't do it unless the enemy is all in one direction. Ship A sheds some energy, then drops the Langston Field just as it passes from the other ship's shadow. Fires everything. Turns on its Field again ... oops."
"Doesn't always work?"
"No. Twenty-two"
"Uh-huh. Freddy, that was twenty-six clans of the Khanate. Each ship is an extended family. The ships are different sizes because some families are bigger, or richer. It's worth remembering that Moties don't flinch at extermination."
Freddy looked at her
"What are they doing now? Freddy, there goes another one!"
"Caught you looking." He turned. "Where's the cloud?"
"No, it just winked out. There, another one."
"No, my love, that one's not dead." He slapped keys. "Commodore! Mister Bury!"
Bury's image appeared on the intercom screen. "Two ships have fled through the Sister. I think motion. There goes another one, yes, Freddy?"
"Yes, and another one just died. Five down, three gone through, and the rest are converging on the Sister."
"0-okay. Atropos won't have to fight." Renner sounded tired, and there was no image on the screen. "Freddy, we'll have to go through, but that won't be for fourteen hours. You have the watch. I'd appreciate it if you'd work the navigation problem. It lets the rest of us get some sleep." There was a moment of silence. "Horace, we've got to talk to the Moties. We can't go through the Jump alone."
"So I had surmised. Go to sleep, Kevin. I will negotiate."
Kevin Renner set his couch to full recline and closed his eyes. He heard Bury's voice, brisk but with a thread of fatigue in it. "Omar, we will need as many warships as can be assembled to accompany Atropos and Sinbad through the Sister..." And then it all faded out.
"Urgent message," the computer announced.
Renner sat up at the console. "Put it through."
Eudoxus showed on the screen. Renner punched in questions: Base Six was a bit under four light-minutes behind him.
"Kevin, the fleets of Byzantium are delayed. They will not reach the Sister in time to accomplish anything, Shall we send them elsewhere? Also, we have detected objects on an intercept course with Sinbad. Three unidentified ships on this vector." There was a twitter of binary data. "They should be twenty-six minutes from intercept when you receive this."
Renner thought it through, then sent, "I assume Byzantium is still your ally. Ask them and any other allies to join you at Base Six. Help to secure the Sister. We will look at your unidentified ships. Our present plans are unchanged. We will follow the Atropos group through the Sister. With luck you will secure the Sister from this side." Kevin thought for a moment and shrugged. Why not? "Godspeed." Renner clicked off. "Mr. Townsend?"
Freddy Townsend's picture said, "What's up?'
"Screen two." They studied the screen together. Black space and stars, and three dots approaching from low and thirty degrees off the port bow, a degree below the Pleiades.
"Sinbad's detectors haven't seen them yet," Freddy said. "Maybe now that we know where to look..."
"Right." Renner punched in commands. "Three targets acquired. Constant bearing, and closing, thirty thousand klicks. They're not throwing anything at us yet, Freddy." He watched violet-white lights weaving about him and said, "I'd say our allies are already alerted, but call them anyway and make sure Rawlins knows, too."
"Wake anyone else up?"
"Call Joyce." Bury was fast asleep. His readouts were a little jagged, a bit disturbing. The Moties slept, too, and Kevin considered. "We don't need a translator, do we?"
"Let her sleep. Death makes Glenda Ruth twitchy."
Joyce Trujillo was awake: Kevin could see her screen alight past the back of her head. "Hi, Joyce. Battle shaping up. Freddy, have you got any of the other ships?"
"Signal from Ten, but I can't read it. Warriors. I'm waking Omar."
"Swell."
Omar uncurled and sat up. What followed was a rapid exchange between Sinbad and its twenty small Motie Warrior fighter escorts. Omar said, "You are to be protected."
Irritating. Kevin said, "If I tell you that I am a Mediator-Warrior-"
"Ships Six through Twenty deployed between us and Bandit Cluster One. Ships One through Five in reserve. Expected attack at high velocity, two clusters of fighters around a fuel tank, expected to separate, plus a Master ship. These are some random ally of the Khanate, arriving late but obliged to protect the Sister from capture by East India and Medina."
"Much better, Omar. Might they be aware that the Khanate has abandoned them? Give me your best guess."
"They will not guess that, because the Khanate need not have told them what the Sister does. Ship One suggests you activate your Langston Field now."
Renner did that. Screens went black, then lit one by one as he raised cameras.
Violet lights were diminishing toward the Pleiades. "Omar, did all of our escort go off to fight?"
"Omar's off," Freddy said. "I see four Warrior fighters still with us, not holding any special position. Dammit-" He didn't have to finish. Glenda Ruth was watching Joyce's screen with bright eyes.
Joyce spoke to her, a near-whisper in the dark cabin. Kevin wasn't meant to hear. "Are we going to fight, do you think?"