She seemed incensed, but not very surprised, to learn the function of the device that clung to his back. One thing was certain, he insisted: the birthing bower could not be more than a klick away. Because if Puss took the transmitter farther than that, he would die in agony. Could Kit lead him to the bower in darkness? “I might find it, Rockear, but your presence there would provoke violence,” she said. “I must go alone.” She caressed his flank gently, then set off slowly down the ravine on all-fours, her nose close to the turf until she disappeared in darkness.
Locklear stood for a time at the manor entrance, wondering what this night would bring, and then saw a long scrawl of light as it slowed to a stop and winked out, many miles above the plains of Kzersatz. Now he knew what the morning would bring, and knew that he had not one deadly problem, but two. He began to check his pathetic little armory by the glow of his memocomp, because that was better than giving way entirely to despair.
When he awoke, it was to the warmth of Kit’s fur nestled against his backside. There was a time when she called this obscene, he thought with a smile and then he remembered everything, and lit the display of his memocomp.
Two hours until dawn. How long until death, he wondered, and woke her. She did not have the zzrou transmitter. “Puss heard my calls,” she said, “and warned me away. She will return this morning to barter tools for things she wants.”
“I’ll tell you who else will return,” he began. “No, don’t rebuild the fire, Kit. I saw what looked like a ship stationing itself many miles away overhead, while you were gone. Smoke will only give us away. It might possibly be a Manship, but—expect the worst. You haven’t told me how you plan to fight.”
His hopes fell as she stammered out her ideas, and he countered each one, reflecting that she was no planner. They would hide and ambush the searchers but he reminded her of their projectile and beam weapons. Very well, they would claim absolute homestead rights accepted by all ancient kzinti clans—but modern kzinti, he insisted, had probably forgotten those ancient immunities.
“You may as well invite them in for breakfast,” he grumbled. “Back on earth, women’s weapons included poison. I thought you had some kzinrett weapons.”
“Poisons would take time, Rockear. It takes little time, and not much talent, to set warriors fighting to the death over a female. Surely they would still respond with foolish bravado?”
“I don’t know; they’ve never seen a smart kzinrett. And ship’s officers are very disciplined. I don’t think they’d get into a free-for-all. Maybe lure them in here and bit ’em while they sleep.”
“As you did to me?”
“Uh no, I—yes!” He was suddenly galvanized by the idea, tantalized by the treasures he had left in the cave. “Kit, the machine I set up to preserve food is exactly the same as the one I placed under you, to make you sleep when I hit a foot switch.” He saw her flash of anger at his earlier duplicity. “An ancient sage once said anything that’s advanced enough beyond your understanding is indistinguishable from magic, Kit. But magic can turn on you. Could you get a warrior to sit or lie down by himself?”
“If I cannot, I am no prret,” she purred. “Certainly I can leave one lying by himself. Or two. Or…”
“Okay, don’t get graphic on me,” he snapped. “We’ve got only one stasis unit here. If only I could get more but I can’t leave in the airboat without that damned little transmitter! Kit, you’ll have to go and get Puss now. I’ll promise her anything within reason.”
“She will know we are at a disadvantage. Her demands will be outrageous.”
“We’re all at a disadvantage! Tell her about the kzin warship that’s hanging over us.”
“Hanging magically over us,” she corrected him. “It is true enough for me.”
Then she was gone, loping away in darkness, leaving him to fumble his way to the meat storage unit he had so recently installed. The memocomp’s faint light helped a little, and he was too busy to notice the passage of time until, with its usual sudden blaze, the sunlet of Kzersatz began to shine.
He was biding the wires from Puss’s bed to the foot switch near the little room’s single doorway when he heard a distant roll of thunder. No, not thunder: it grew to a crackling howl in the sky, and from the nearest window he saw what he most feared to see. The kzin lifeboat left a thin contrail in its pass, circling just inside the force cylinder of Kzersatz, and its wingtips slid out as it slowed. No doubt of the newcomer now, and it disappeared in the direction of that first landing, so long ago. If only he’d thought to booby-trap that landing zone with stasis units! Well, he might’ve, given time.
He finished his work in fevered haste, knowing that time was now his enemy, and so were the kzinti in that ship, and so, for all practical purposes, was the traitor Puss. And Kit? How easy it will be for her to switch sides! Those females will make out like bandits wherever they are, and I may learn Kit’s decision when these goddamned prongs take a lethal bite in my back. Could be any time now. And then he heard movements in the high grass nearby, and leaped for his longbow.
Kit flashed to the doorway, breathless. “She is coming, Rockear. Have you set your sleeptrap?”
He showed her the rig. “Toe it once for sleep, again for waking, again for sleep,” he said. “Whatever you do, don’t get near enough to touch the sleeper, or stand over him, or you’ll be in the same fix. I’ve set it for maximum power.”
“Why did you put it here, instead of our own bed?”
He coughed and shrugged. “Uh,—I don’t know. Just seemed like—well, hell, it’s our bed, Kit! I… um, didn’t like the idea of your using it, ah, the way you’ll have to use it.”
“You are an endearing beast,” she said, pinching him lightly at the neck, “to bind me with tenderness.”
They both whirled at Puss’s voice from the main doorway: “Bind who with tenderness?”
“I will explain,” said Kit, her face bland. “If you brought those trade goods, display them on your bed.”
“I think not,” said Puss, striding into the room she’d shared with Boots. “But I will show them to you.” With that, she sat on her bed and reached into her apron pocket, drawing out a w’tsai for inspection.
An instant later she was unconscious. Kit, with Locklear kibitzing, used a grass broom to whisk the knife safely away. “I should use it on her throat,” she snarled, but she let Locklear take the weapon. “She came of her own accord,” he said, “and she’s a fighter. We need her, Kit. Hit the switch again.”
A moment later, Puss was blinking, leaping up, then suddenly backing away in fear. “Treachery,” she spat.
In reply, Locklear tossed the knife onto her bed despite Kit’s frown. “Just a display, Puss. You need the knife, and I’m your ally. But I’ve got to have that little gadget that looks like my wristcomp.” He held out his hand.
“I left it at the birthing bower. I knew it was important,” she said with a surly glance as she retrieved the knife. “For its return, I demand our total release from this household. I demand your help to build a manor as large as this, wherever I like. I demand teaching in your magical arts.” She trembled, but stood defiant; a dangerous combination.
“Done, done, and done,” he said. “You want equality, and I’m willing. But we may all be equally dead if that kzin ship finds us. We need a leader. Do you have a good plan?”