Perhaps Kesurinan had no idea what was being asked. She moved and took Jik's arm from the kif who held it, flung her arm about him and gently eased him down onto the chair.
"Kkkt. Mahen behaviors." Sikkukkut lapped at his drink while Jik leaned on one of the upraised insect-legs of the chair his first officer had yielded him and stared through a pair of them at Pyanfar.
"H'lo," he said. "Damn mess."
"Godsrotted mess for sure. What've you been telling the hakkikt, huh? You going to go with us to Meetpoint?"
"I dunno," he said. He shut his eyes as if he had gone away a moment and opened them again. They shone dark and desperate in the orange light, spilling water onto his black skin and black fur. His nostrils widened and sucked in air. "Go ship, Pyanfar."
"You see," said Sikkukkut, "we are moving at some deliberate speed. Kesurinan, Tahar, I tell you what I have told my other captains: follow your orders. You came here, which is very well. Now you will go to another room; and you will stay there. Until I release you. Tell them they will do this, hunter Pyanfar; and dismiss this skku of your own ship.''
"Do it," Pyanfar said. It was protocols. Or a demonstration of power. There was no choice, not even with all of them armed. She looked at Tahar as the scar-nosed pirate got upkand stared back at her with that expressionless calm that had carried her through two years of close dealing with kif. Skkukuk got to his feet on the same order.
And:
"You go," Jik murmured on his own, speaking to Kesurinan.
"A," Kesurinan agreed.
"Kkkt," Sikkukkut said, not missing that little distinction, it seemed, of control in that exchange. He waved his hand: kif cleared a way and one of the ranking skkukun motioned to Tahar and to Kesurinan and Skkukuk. There was, Pyanfar noted with some relief, no question about the weapons they wore, and Skkukuk had not signaled any warning. If he had not changed sides altogether when he sat down at that table.
"Would you," Sikkukkut said, when the others had gone, "like something to drink, Keia?"
"No," Jik said thickly.
"He still has his wits," Sikkukkut said, turning his head slightly to Pyanfar. "And he still has all else he was born with, by my strict order. In consideration of an old friendship, kkkt, Keia? But you don't then order Aja Jin, hunter Pyanfar. Nor order this one. He makes that quite clear, doesn't he?"
"He'll do what I ask him. As an ally."
"If he does what you ask, as an ally, do you then do what he asks?"
"I have in past. I think he owes me one."
"Merchants. But Keia professes not to be a merchant at all. I don't think he will trade. Will you, Keia?"
Silence. Long silence.
"Stubborn. He is very stubborn." Another lap at the cup. "Tell me, Chanur-skku, what am I to think about that ship of yours?"
"That we're ready to go to Meetpoint, hakkikt.'"
Sikkukkut's long jaw lifted. It was not a friendly gesture, that shift of the head that stared more nearly nose-on: that was threat, the eyes glittering cold black with the sulfurous highlights of the lighting. "Ismehanan-min went to Meetpoint, skku of mine: now, I am not patient of this. By now there is a ship of mine over the station axis with its guns aimed at your ship. And we are at impasse."
"Hakkikt, when I go back to my ship I'll power down. My crew has its orders until then."
"That's a very stupid bluff, hunter Pyanfar "
"I'm not bluffing. We can all die here. You're not dealing with a kif, hakkikt. I'm hani. Remember?"
There was a stir all about the hall. Clicks and subsequent red gleams of weapons ready-lights. And Jik pushed his hands against the insect-leg and lifted his head slightly.
Your ship isn't moving on mine," Pyanfar said, "since you don't want your station damaged. And mine won't move. Leaving dock isn't what I ordered them to do. I told them if I die here, or if they're attacked from your side, to cycle the jump vanes."
Chapter Three
There was stark silence in the hall.
"Cycle the vanes," Sikkukkut repeated, and rested his hands on the legs of the insect-chair. "That would be a curiously futile gesture for them."
"What should I care," Pyanfar said, "if I were dead? But never doubt that my crew is prepared to do that."
"Martyr," Jik said in his hoarse voice, and hauled himself by his arms on the chair to face Sikkukkut: he rested there leaning on the upraised arch of the chair legs, head on forearms and a grin on his face. "She hani. She tell crew blow us all to hell, they do it. You deal with damn fine hani crew. Same be lot brave for you. You got use right."
More profound silence. Then Sikkukkut lifted his cup and lapped at it delicately. "Bravery. This is another of those words which sounds kifish until one looks more deeply at the mindset. I distrust it. I distrust it profoundly."
"Just consider it," said Pyanfar, "a longrange survival plan. But don't consider it." She waved her hand. "What I'm truly interested in, what I'm sure we're all interested in, is what we do about Meetpoint, hakkikt. You want Jik's cooperation: I can get it for you."
"I remind you that you failed miserably with Goldtooth. We assume that you failed there. In certain moments I wonder.''
"In certain moments / wonder, hakkikt; and I still don't know what he's up to. I'm more concerned what the humans are up to; and I can tell you plainly-" she held up a forefinger, claw extended,-"Tully doesn't know. I've questioned him closely on it, and I know when that son is lying and when he isn't. He was a courier who didn't know his own message; Goldtooth used him and dumped him, which is a little habit of Goldtooth's that I want to talk to him about. Goldtooth doublecrossed Tully, doublecrossed Jik. Double-crossed me. And to confuse it all he gave me help, in the form of medical supplies we needed. / don't know how to read his signals. I'm being perfectly frank with you. I can tell you that Ehrran and I aren't friendly; and she's dealing with the stsho, which I trust even less. That's where I stand. I want Jik back. Under my command, hakkikt.'"
"Damn," Jik said. "Hani-"
"He's honest," Pyanfar said. "If you do that favor to him, at my request, he'll be caught in a moral tangle his government won't like at all. But we don't need to tell them that, do we? And we don't need to leave Goldtooth alone to represent the mahendo'sat. Jik supports your side. And if you lose him, hakkikt, you'll have no chance in a mahen hell of getting the mahendo'sat to make any treaty. Give him to me. I can handle him."
"Prove it now. Get the truth from him. Have him say where the humans are going, what Ismehanan-min said to him before he left, and what agreements he knows of with the methane-folk."
Pyanfar let go her breath slowly. Her laboring heart found a new level of panic.
Fool. Now you get what you bargained for. Don't you, Pyanfar?
But what else is there to do? How do we win anything without this kif?
She looked toward Jik as he shifted his hold on the chair to face her direction. A fine dew of perspiration had broken out around his eyes, running down into his black fur; his eyes glittered in the orange light and the darkness, and there were lines about them she was not accustomed to see there. "Jik," she said. "You heard him. You know what he wants."
"I know," Jik said, with no intimation he was going to say a thing.
"Listen." She reached out and took hold of his arm where it rested on the chair; she smelled the sweat and there was the stink of drugs in it; drugs and raw terror. "Jik. I need you. Hear? Hear me?"