"We've got it," another voice said.
Jack turned his head, fighting a fresh wave of dizziness as he did so. Coming toward them from the other end of the room were two Jantris, their greenish-purple feathers glistening in the low glow of the overhead lights.
One of them was carrying a battered metal pitcher carefully in front of him, while the other held an equally battered metal cup.
"Thank you," Maerlynn said. "Jack, these are Greb and Grib. Greb was the one I
told you about, who was watching out the window when the Brummgas brought you in. Be careful with that, Greb." "I am," the Jantri with the pitcher said as he set it down in front of Jack.
As he did, a few drops of water sloshed out onto the table.
"They're twins, by the way," Maerlynn said, taking the cup from Grib and filling it halfway from the pitcher. The sound of the splashing water made Jack's mouth feel even drier. "Now be careful," she warned as she handed him the cup. "You don't want to shock your stomach with too much all at once."
The water seemed a little oily, with a variety of mineral and chemical flavors and odors. Jack had never tasted anything so good in his entire life. He gulped it down, spilling some of it over the edge of the cup and down his cheeks in his haste.
He set the cup down, panting slightly. "Can I—?"
"Of course," Maerlynn said, already starting to refill it. "Just be careful."
He drained three more cups before Maerlynn called a halt. "All right, that should do for a bit," she said. "Let that get into your system, then you can have some more."
She beckoned. "In the meantime, you're probably pretty hungry."
Noy popped into view at Jack's elbow, holding a rectangular piece of wood with a
fat, folded green leaf on it. "It's stuffed cabbage," the boy told him as he set down the board. "We saved it for you from dinner."
"For me?" Jack asked, his stomach growling. Between the fatigue and thirst, he hadn't realized just how hungry he really was. His mouth would probably be watering if he'd had any liquid in his body to spare. "How did you know I was going to be let out tonight?"
"We didn't," Noy said. "But if you were, Maerlynn wanted to be ready."
"We don't have any flatware or plates, I'm afraid," Maerlynn said. "We have to leave all that in the meal hall. But I'm sure you won't mind eating with your fingers just this once. Well, go ahead—eat up."
Cautiously, Jack tried a bite. The cabbage leaf was a little soggy, and the rice and diced vegetables inside were of course stone cold. And like the water, it tasted better than anything he'd ever eaten in his life.
Also like the water, it vanished quickly. "Thanks," he said. "I needed that."
"I knew you would," Maerlynn said. "The Brummgas don't take very good care of people they put in the hotboxes."
"Of course not," Jack said with a snort, retrieving the three grains of rice that had escaped onto the table and licking them off his fingers. "What's the point of punishing someone if you're going to pick them up and dust them off afterwards. I'm surprised they even let you save me some food."
The twin Jantris exchanged glances. "Well, they didn't exactly let us," Noy said. "We sort of sneaked it out."
Jack blinked. "How?"
"That's enough talking for now," Maerlynn said before Noy could answer. "Jack needs to drink a little more water, then get himself to bed. Morning starts early around here, Jack, and I imagine you'll be put out on the line tomorrow."
"Out on what line?" Jack asked, pouring himself another cup of water.
"Picking rainbow berries with us," Maerlynn said. "They grow on thorny bushes along the edges of the forest."
Jack grunted as he drank. Probably the bushes he and Uncle Virge had seen on the flight in. "Sure, why not? They've got all these slaves anyway. Might as well give us something to do."
Below the mop of white featherines, Maerlynn's forehead wrinkled. "You're wrong if you think it's just make-work. Rainbow berries are a valuable commodity, and you can't use robotic harvesters on them."
"You have to look at the colors to see if the berries are ripe," Greb explained.
"Machines can't read it good enough."
"Well enough," Maerlynn corrected him. "Actually, you probably could make a robot harvester that could do it. But even if you did, you'd have the problem of giving it a soft enough touch to pick them without damage. And you'd have to make the whole thing small enough and flexible enough to get between the branches without knocking off all the unripe ones."
Jack nodded as he poured himself more water. "In other words, if slaves can do it, why bother trying to come up with a machine?"
Grib made a sniffing sound. "One of those," he muttered to his brother.
Greb nodded. "See you tomorrow, Jack," he said, taking Grib's arm. Circling the table, they headed to a pair of empty cots that had been pushed together and lay down on them. Jack frowned toward Maerlynn. "One of those what?"
She shrugged, looking uncomfortable. "They were born here," she said.
"Slavery is the only life they've ever known."
"So was I," Noy spoke up.
"That's different," Maerlynn said. "Your folks never accepted this life the way Greb and Grib and their parents did. Yours never gave up hoping for freedom."
"Are they still here?" Jack asked, glancing over his shoulder at the other slaves.
"No," Maerlynn said gently. "They're..."
"They're dead," Noy said, an odd note of defiance in his voice. "My dad was beaten to death after he tried to escape. After that, my mom got a fever and she died, too."
Jack grimaced. "I'm sorry," he said, wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. "I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't," Maerlynn said. "No need to apologize. Would you like to clean up any before you go to bed? I'm afraid the only showers in here are cold water."
Jack shivered. "Thanks, but I'll pass. I think I'd rather sleep anyway."
"I understand," Maerlynn said. "Noy, would you show Jack to his bed?"
"Sure," Noy said. "What about his clothes?"
"There's a sackshirt on his bed," she said, getting to her feet. "He can sleep in that."
"Okay," Noy said. "Come on, Jack."
He led the way down the line of cots to an empty one beside the two where Greb and Grib were lying, talking quietly to each other. "This one's yours," Noy said.
"Thanks," Jack said, nodding to the two Jantris as they looked up at him.
They nodded back and returned to their conversation.
"Oh, and this is Lisssa," Noy said, pointing to the cot on the other side of Jack's.
A Dolom girl lay there, her thick, tile-like scales looking dull and dingy in the dim light. She was curled up on her side, her back to Jack and the Jantris, her attention on a crudely carved stick she was turning around in her hand.
"She's a Dolom," Noy added.
"Yes, I know," Jack said. "Hello, Lisssa. My name's Jack."
Lisssa turned her head halfway around. "Hello, Jack," she said, and turned back to her stick.
"She's kind of quiet," Noy explained. "Sorry."
"That's okay," Jack said. "Quiet is good. Where's this sackshirt Maerlynn mentioned?"
"Right here," Noy said, pulling a wad of cloth from under the pillow. "Go ahead and get undressed."
Jack glanced back at Lisssa. He hadn't had much privacy back in the Whinyard's Edge, either. But at least there he hadn't had any girls in the barracks.
Even if most of the girls here were aliens, the whole thing felt a little uncomfortable.
Noy must have seen something in his face. "Don't worry about it," he said, very quietly. "No one looks at anyone else here. You learn not to."
"Yeah," Jack said. On the other hand, he doubted anyone here had a full-body tattoo of a dragon plastered across his back.
Still, there was nothing for it but to go ahead. He shook out the sackshirt and laid it out on. the bed. It was exactly what he would have expected from the name: a sack, open at the bottom, with arm and head holes cut out at the top.
Noy seemed to be studying a section of floor near the head of Jack's bed.