The Man-Kzin Wars 03

by Larry Niven

  Chapter XX

  Regardless, the homeward voyage began merrily. When you have had your life given back to you, the loss of a treasure trove seems no large matter.

  "Besides, a report on Sherrek and her beamcast, plus what we collected ourselves, should be worth a substantial award by itself," Saxtorph observed. "And then there's the other one, uh, Swordbeak. " Dorcas had read the name when they flitted across and attached a radio beacon, so that the derelict would be findable. "In a way, actually, more than the black hole could've been. Your navy—or mine, or the two conjointly—they'll be overjoyed at getting a complete modern kzinti warcraft to dissect."

  "What that artifact, and the phenomenon within, should have meant to science—" Peter Nordbo sighed. "But you are right, complaining is ungrateful."

  "No doubt the authorities will want this part of our story hushed up," Saxtorph went on. "But we'll be heroes to them, which is more useful than being it to the public. I expect we'll slide real easy through the bureaucratic rigmarole. And, as I said, get well paid for it."

  "I thought you were a patriot, Robert." "Oh, I's'pose I am. But the laborer is worthy of his hire. And I'm a poor man. Can't afford to work for free."

  They sat in the Saxtorphs' cabin, the most spacious aboard, talking over a beer. They had done it before. The instant liking they took to one another had grown with acquaintance. The Wunderlander's English was rusty but improving.

  He stroked his beard as he said slowly, "I have thought on that. Hear me, please. My family shall have its honor again, but I disbelieve our lands can be restored. The present owners bought in good faith and have their rights. You shall not pity me. From what I have heard since my rescue, society is changed and the name of Landholder bears small weight. But in simple justice we shall have money for what they stripped from us. After I pay off Tyra's debt she took for my sake, much will stay with me. What shall I then do? I have my science, yes, but as an amateur. I am too old to become a professional in it. Yet I am too young to… putter. Always my main work was with people. What now can I enjoy?" He smiled. "Well, your business has the chronic problem that it is undercapitalized. The awards will help, but I think not enough. How would you like a partner?"

  Saxtorph goggled. "Huh? Why, uh, what do you mean?"

  "I would not travel with you, unless once in a while as a passenger for pleasure. I am no spaceman. But it was always my dream, and being in an enterprise like yours, that should come close. Yes, I will go on trips myself, making arrangements for cargoes and charters, improvements and expansions. Being a Landholder taught me about business, and I did it pretty well. Ask my former tenants. Also, the money I put in, that will make the difference to you. Together we can turn this very profitable for all of us.

  "You cannot decide at once, nor can I. But today it seems me a fine idea. What do you think?"

  "I think it's a goddamn supernova!" Saxtorph roared.

  They talked, more and more excitedly, until the captain glanced at his watch and said, "Hell, I've got to go relieve Dorcas at the mass detector. I'll send her down here and the pair of you can thresh this out further, if you aren't too tired."

  "Never for her," Nordbo replied. "She is a wonderful person. You are a lucky man."

  Saxtorph's eagerness faded. After a moment he mumbled, "I'm sorry. I often bull ahead with you as though you hadn't… suffered your loss. You don't speak about it, and I forget. I'm sorry, Peter."

  "Do not be," Nordbo answered gently. "A sorrow, yes, but during my time alone, assuming I would grow old and die there, I became resigned. To learn I missed my Hulda by less than a year, that is bitter, but I tell myself we had already lost our shared life; and God has left me our two children, both become splendid human beings."

  The daughter, at least, for sure, Saxtorph thought.

  Nordbo smiled again. "I still have my son Ib to look forward to meeting. In feet, since Tyra tells me he is in naval intelligence, we shall be close together-Robert, what is wrong?"

  Saxtorph sat moveless until he shook himself, stood up, tossed off his drink, and rasped: "Something occurred to me. Don't worry. It may well turn out to be nothing. But, uh, look, we'd better not discuss this partnership notion with Dorcas or anybody right away. Let's keep it under our hats till our ideas are more definite, okay? Now I really must go spell her."

  Nordbo seemed puzzled, a bit hurt, but replied, "As you wish," and left the cabin with him. They parted ways in the corridor and Saxtorph proceeded to the detector station.

  Dorcas switched off the book she had been screening. "Hey, you look like a bad day in Hell," she said.

  "Out of sorts," he mumbled. "I'll recover. Just leave me be."

  "So you don't want to tell me why." She rose to face him. Sadness tinged her voice. "You haven't told me much lately, about anything that matters to you."

  "Nonsense," he snapped. "We were side by side against the kzinti."

  "That's not what I meant, and you know it. Well, I won't plague you. That would be unwise of me, wouldn't it?" She went out, head high but fingers twisting together.

  He took the chair that was not warm after her, stuffed his pipe, and smoked furiously.

  A light footfall raised him from his brooding. Tyra entered. As usual, her countenance brightened to see him. "Hi," she greeted, an Americanism acquired in their conversations. "Care you for some company?"-as if she had never before joined him here for hours on end, or he her when she had the duty. "Remember, you promised to tell me about your adventure on—" She halted. Her tone flattened. "Something is woeful."

  "I hope not," he said. "I hope I'm mistaken." She seated herself. "If I can help or console, Robert, only ask. Or if you wish not to share the trouble, tell me I should hold my mouth."

  She knows how to be silent, he thought. We've passed happy times with not a word, listening to music or looking at some work of art or simply near each other.

  "You're right," he said. "I can't talk about it till—till I must. With luck, I'll never have to."

  The blue eyes searched him. "It concerns you and me, no?" How grave and quiet she had become.

  Alarmed, he countered, "Did I say that?" "I feel it. We are dear friends. At least, you are for me." "And you—" He couldn't finish the sentence. "I believe you are torn." "Wait a minute."

  She leaned forward and took his free hand between hers. "Because you are a good man, an honest man," she said. "You keep your promises." She paused. "But—"

  "Let's change the subject, shall we?" he interrupted. "Are you afraid? Yes, you are. Afraid of to give pain."

  "Stop," he barked. "No more of this. You hear me?" He pulled his hand away.

  An implacable calm was upon her. "As you wish, my dear. For the rest of the journey. You have right. Anything else is indecent, among all of us. But in some more days we are at Wunderland."

  "Yes," he said, thickly and foolishly.

  "You will be there a length of time."

  "Busy."

  "Not always. You know that. We will make decisions. It may take long, but at last we must. About the rest of our lives."

  "Maybe." "Quite certainly." She rose. "I think best I go now. You should be alone with your heart for this while."

  He stared at the deck. "You're probably right."

  Steadiness failed her a little. "Robert, whatever happens, whatsoever, you are dear to me." Her footfalls dwindled off into silence. A squat black form stood at a distance down the passage, like a barricade. "Hallo," said Tyra dully.

  Carita fell into step with her. "That was a short visit."

  Tyra bridled. "You watched?"

  "I noticed. Couldn't help it. Can't, day after day. A kdat would see. I want a word with you."

  Tyra flushed. "Please to be polite."

  "We're overdue for a talk," the Jinxian insisted. "This is a loose hour for both of us. Will you come along?" Although tone and gait were unthreatening, the hint lay beneath them that if necessary, she might pick the other woman up and carry her.

 
"Very well," Tyra clipped. They walked on mute to the pilot's cabin and inside.

  Carita shut the door. Eyes met and held fast. "What do you want?" Tyra demanded.

  "You know perfectly well what," Carita stated. "You and the skipper." "We are friends! Nothing more!"

  "No privacy aboard ship for anything else, if you're civilized. Sure, you've kept out of the sack. A few kisses, maybe, but reasonably chaste, like in a flirtation. Only that's not what it is any longer. You're waiting till we get to Wunderland."

  Tyra lifted her arm as if to strike, then let it fall. "Do you call Robert a Schleicher—a, a sneak?" she blazed.

  Carita's manner mildened. "Absolutely not. Nor you. This is simply a thing that's happened. Neither of you would've wanted it, and you didn't see it coming till too late. I believe you're as bewildered, half joyful and half miserable, as he is."

  Tyra dropped her gaze. She clenched fists against breasts. "It is difficult," she whispered.

  "True, you being an honorable person." Tyra rallied. "It is our lives. His and mine."

  "Dorcas saved your father's," Carita answered. "Later she saved all of us. Yes, Bob was there, but you know damn well he couldn't have done what he did without her. How do you propose to repay that? Money doesn't count, you know."

  "Ich kann nicht anders!" Tyra cried. "He and I, we are caught."

  "You are free adults," Carita said. "You're trapped in nothing but yourselves. Tyra, you're smart, gifted, beautiful, and soon you'll be rich. You've got every prospect bright ahead of you. What we've got is a good marriage and a happy ship. Bob will come back to her, if you let him go."

  "Will he? How can I? Shall I leave him hurt forever?"

  Carita smiled. She reached to lay an arm around the taller woman's shoulders. "I had a hunch that'd be what makes you feel so helpless. Sit down, honey. I'll pour us a drink and we'll talk."

  Chapter XXI

  The Jinxian relieved Saxtorph at the end of his watch. Lost in tumult, he barely noticed how she regarded him and forgot about it as he went out.

  Oh, hell, he thought, I'm getting nowhere, only churning around in a maelstrom. Before it drags me under, I'd better—what? Have a bite to eat, I guess, take a sleeping pill, go to bed, hope I'll wake up clear-headed.

  That he came to the place he did at the minute he did was coincidence. Nobody meant to stage anything. It made no difference, except that he would otherwise have found out less abruptly.

  The door to Tyra's cabin stood half open, Kamehameha Ryan in it. His hair was rumpled, his clothes hastily thrown on, his expression slightly dazed. Saxtorph stopped short. A tidal wave surged through him.

  The quartermaster said into the room: "-hard to believe. I never would have-I mean, Bob's more than my captain, he's my friend, and—"

  Her laugh purred. "What, feel you guilty? No need. I enjoy his company, yes, and I had ideas, but he is too much married. Maybe when we are on Wonderland. Meanwhile, this has been a long dry voyage until now. Carita was right, she told me you are good."

  He beamed. "Why, thank you, ma'am. And you are terrific. Tomorrow?"

  "Every tomorrow, if we can, until journey's end. Now, if you excuse, I am ready for happy dreams."

  "Me too." Ryan blew a kiss, shut the door, and tottered off. He didn't see who stood at his back.

  After a space Saxtorph began to think again. Well. So that is how it is. Du kannst nicht treu sein.

  Not that I have any call to be mad at either of them. I've got no claim. Never did. On the contrary.

  Even so

  Vaguely: That's the barbed wire I've been hung up on. Because the matter, the insight that hit me, touches Tyra, no, grabs her with kzin claws, I couldn't bring myself to consult Dorcas. I couldn't bring myself to see that she is the one living soul I must turn to. Between us we'll work out what our course ought to be.

  Later. Later.

  He walked on, found himself at Peter Nordbo's quarters, and knocked. The Wunderlander opened the door and gazed at him with surprise. "Hi," Saxtorph said. "Am I disturbing you?"

  "No. I read a modern history book. Thirty years to learn about. What is your wish?"

  "Sociability. Nothing special. Swap stories of our young days, argue about war and politics and other trivia, maybe sing bawdy songs, definitely get drunk. You game? I'll fetch any kind of bottle you like."

  Chapter XXII

  Both suns were down and München gone starry with its own lights. Downtown traffic swarmed and throbbed around the old buildings, the smart modern shops. Matthiesonstrasse was residential, though, quiet at this hour. Apartment houses lined it like ramparts, more windows dark than aglow, so that when Saxtorph looked straight up he could make out a few real stars. A breeze flowed chilly, the first breath of oncoming fall.

  He found the number he wanted and glanced aloft again, less high. Luminance on the fifth floor told him somebody was awake there. He hesitated. That might be a different location from the one he was after. Squaring shoulders, setting jaws: Come on, boy, move along. Rouse him if need be. Get this goddamn thing over with.

  In the foyer he passed by the fahrstuhl and took the emergency stairs. They were steep. He felt glad of it. The climb worked out a little of the tension in him. Nonetheless, having reached the door numbered 52, he pushed the button violently.

  After a minute the speaker gave him an uneven " Ja, was wollen Sie von mir?" He turned his face straight toward the scanner, and heard a gasp. "Sie!" Seconds later "Captain Saxtorph?" sounded like a prayer that it not be true.

  "Let me in," the Earthman said. "No. This is, is the middle of the night." Correct, Saxtorph thought. "You had not even the courtesy to call ahead. Go away." "Better me than the patrol," Saxtorph answered.

  He heard something akin to a strangled sob. The door opened. He stepped through. It shut behind him.

  The apartment was ascetically furnished and had been neat, but disorder was creeping in. The air system foiled to remove the entire haze and stench of cigarette smoke. Ib Nordbo stood in a civilian jumpsuit. His hair was unkempt, his eyelids darkly smudged. Yes, thought Saxtorph, he was awake, all right. I daresay he doesn't sleep much anymore.

  "W-welcome back," Nordbo mumbled.

  "Your father and sister were disappointed that you weren't there to greet them personally," Saxtorph said.

  "They got my message. My regrets. They did? I must go offplanet, unfortunately, at that exact time. A personal difficulty. I asked for compassionate leave."

  "Except you holed up here. I figured you would. No point going anywhere else in this system. You'd be too easily found. No interstellar passenger ship is leaving before next week, and you'd need to fix up identity documents and such." Saxtorph gestured. "Sit down. I don't enjoy this either. Let's make it as short as possible."

  Nordbo retreated, lowered himself to the edge of a chair, clutched its arms. His entire body begged. Saxtorph followed but remained standing above him.

  "How long have you been in kzinti pay?" Saxtorph asked. Nordbo swallowed dryness. "I am not. I was not. Never."

  "Listen, fellow. Listen good. I don't care to play games. Cooperate, or I'll walk right out and turn this business over to the authorities. I would have already, if it weren't for your sister and your father. You damn near got them killed, you know."

  "Tyra- No, I did not know!" the other screamed. "She lied to me. If I knew she was going with you, I would have gotten your stupid expedition stopped. And my father, any reasonable person believed him long dead. I did not know! How could I?"

  "Bad luck, yah, but richly deserved," Saxtorph said. "I might not have guessed, except that a clue fell my way. At that, the meaning didn't dawn on me till a couple days later."

  He drew breath before driving his point home. "You'll have followed the news, as much of our story as has been released. Before then, being who you are and in the position you are, you'll have been apprised of what we told the Navy officer we requested come aboard as we approached. A kzinti warship caught us at the black hol
e, later than you expected it might, but still something you knew was quite likely."

  "I-no, you misjudge me—"

  "Pipe down till I give you leave to speak. The encounter could have been by chance. The kzinti might have happened on the beamcast from the earlier ship and dispatched this one at the precise wrong moment for us. Her captain knew who I was and what vessel I command. He could have heard that on the starvine or through his intelligence corps. Rover's name wouldn't matter to that mentality and would scarcely have been in any briefing he got, but conceivably he'd heard it somehow, lately, and it was fresh in his mind. Yah. The improbable can happen. What blew the whistle, once I realized what it meant, was that he told me he'd hoped to find me. He believed it was entirely possible we'd be there, we of all humans, Rover of all ships.

  "We'd never disclosed where we were bound for or why. Nobody else knew, besides you. Nobody but you could have sent word about us to Kzin.

  "I imagine you informed them as soon as Tyra discovered your father's notes and showed you. The matter would be of interest to them, and might be important. When she got serious about mounting a search, you did everything you could to discourage her, short of telling your superiors. You dared not do that because then they might well order an official look-see, which could open a trail to you and your treason. They aren't as stodgy about such things as you claimed. The disclosure about Markham had cast suspicion your way, and you must be feeling sort of desperate. When we made clear that we'd embark in spite of your objections, you got on whatever hyperphone you have secret access to and alerted the kzinti. If they scragged us, you'd be safe.

  "Okay, Nordbo. How long have you been in their pay?"

  "Tyra," the seated man groaned. He slumped back. "I did not know, I swear I did not know she was with you."

  "Just the same," Saxtorph said, "betraying us to probable death was not exactly a friendly act. For her sake and your father's, I just might be persuaded to… set it aside. No promises yet, understand, and whatever mercy you get, you've got to earn."