"There's somebody talkin', or tryin' to," McBride commented. "Only they're still so far away I can't make out what they're sayin'."
"It's speaking in English, then, or Gaelic, or what?" Murphy asked them.
They all shrugged. "It's inside your head, y'see," O'Brian tried to explain. "It's like talkin' only it ain't. I don't think what tongue they use would have anything to do with what I understood, if that makes any sense."
"Telepathy?" Maslovic asked his people.
"I don't think so," Broz told him. "At least not the way we think of it. It really is more like radio. The earliest radios were created with crystal sets, and could be made simply by poor people even without any local source of power for reception. Like this, reception wasn't very good, but you had it if the transmitter had enough power to vibrate that crystal from far off. We all build one as part of our training classes. In this case, though, acting as both receiver and amplifier, the transmission isn't through vibration of the air but of something inside the brain. The question is how they have enough power from this end to send back from that area, but I think they do. In some ways, it's the old basic crystal radio principle. In others, it is to us what a hyperspacial tight-beam com signal would be to those early crystal set people who were our ancestors. It's close enough that I can understand what it's doing, but far enough ahead of our technology that I can't for a moment imagine how it's doing it."
"They ain't talkin' to us!" Brigit Moran muttered, sounding disappointed. "It's some guy and some girl talkin'."
Maslovic was suddenly doubly interested. "They're definitely people? Like us? You can tell that?"
"Yeah, sure'n she's right," O'Brian agreed. "It's a kind of gab fest. And from the few words I can make out, it ain't even dirty or romantic."
"Do they know you're listening in?"
All three shook their heads. "Don't seem to," Mary Margaret told them. "It's like we're just eavesdroppin' on the extension."
"What about our mysterious friend who always seems to lurk around the other side in those gems? Any sign of him?"
"What? You mean the demon? He don't usually show up for a while. Sometimes he don't show up at all," O'Brian said. "I don't get much sense of him yet, at least not in this stuff. I don't think he's in the same place as the talkers. Come to think on it, it don't seem like these two are anywhere near close, either. That'd make sense, though. If they was close, why would they need these to talk?"
Maslovic looked up at the main screen, which showed the subsystem view and highlighted the three huge planet-sized moons that had life-sustaining atmospheres. "Now, let's see. Kaspar, Melchior, and Balshazzar?"
"You have the last two backwards," Broz told him. "Kaspar's the small cold one, all right, but the pretty one in the middle is Balshazzar, the one in and belching smoke into warm oceans is Melchior. If your guess is right, and the controlling force or group or whatever is on Kaspar, then maybe these two aren't. Best bet is that they're on separate continents on Balshazzar, since that's where the people are."
"Them three worlds, they're the Kings?" Mary Margaret asked, looking at the same picture.
Maslovic nodded. "Yes. You saw their pictures at Macouri's big place in the city."
"Yeah, I remember. I can tell you, and I dunno why, that the guy I'm hearin' is on the one in the middle and the girl's on the big one closest in. That help?"
"On Melchior! Yes, that does help. Darch?"
"I don't get any human readings for the world, but that doesn't mean there aren't a few or even a few hundred down there. That small a signature would be lost in that sea of alien life."
"Okay, okay. So we have people on at least two of them, and they can contact each other. Now, if our watchers are on Kaspar, that could mean that they don't even pay attention to that kind of local traffic."
"No," Captain Murphy said, thinking in his usual bent way. "But you and I both know, Sarge, that they'd be lookin' at us right this moment."
Maslovic nodded. "I agree. Girls, still no sign of your mysterious friend?"
"Shush!" responded Brigit Moran. "We're tryin' to put ourselves together so we can really eavesdrop!"
The marine put his finger to his lips and made sure the others in the room saw it. If the girls wanted to chant a little and hold hands and get in sync to boost their power, that was exactly what he wanted this time.
The girls, as usual, started off in anything but unison, but within a few minutes the chanting-not just the words, which were mostly nonsense, but the pitch and meter-seemed to come together, first as a sort of harmony, and finally as if a single voice, even though the three voices were very different normally. All three had their eyes closed and seemed lost in a world of their own.
This was the most dangerous time for the experiment, they all knew. The last time these three had achieved this level of unity they'd managed to almost literally take over a starship.
Maslovic decided they were far enough into their self-induced hypnotic trance that speaking was no longer a problem, although he kept his voice quiet and low.
"Anything, Captain?"
"I felt several weak probes of my systems," Chung responded, keeping that quiet tone and localizing it as much as possible on the science control panel. "Nothing threatening at all, though. They're casting out, but it's strictly one-way. Nobody or nothing's yet trying to come through them at me or us."
"Stay alert. It might come in the twinkling of a star and those folks know their system a lot better than we know how to stop it."
"I'll let you know. If they do break through, at least I feel confident at this point that I could warn you about it."
Maslovic turned and looked over at Murphy. "Cap, you want to give it a try? They still seem to trust you, for some reason."
The old man shrugged. "Well, I'll give it me best. The big problem may be gettin' through to 'em."
He walked over to where the three had stopped chanting now but were standing together holding hands with eyes closed.
"Hello, darlin's, this is Captain Murphy. Can you hear me?"
No response.
"C'mon, darlin's! Speak to the old captain, now."
Still no reaction. He was just about to give it up as a bad bet when all three voices as one said, "Captain?"
There was something in the way they said it that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. It didn't sound like them or anybody else he knew at all.
"Yes? And who might ye be?"
"You have an accent. It is hard to make it out."
"I doubt if it's me accent that's the problem. Just who might I be speakin' to through these girls?"
"I had no idea you were speaking through others. Are you on Balshazzar?"
"Goodness, no! I'm on a ship in space."
There was no reaction for a moment, then the voice said, "You are in a spaceship? From the colonial sector?"
"Yes. We're just comin' insystem now."
Maslovic gave him a frown at that, but he figured that any possible enemy around who hadn't noticed a naval destroyer approaching inbound by this time wasn't much of a threat.
"How about you?" he asked the voice. "Are you human, or one of them peek-a-books from the stones?"
"I'm human. Just barely any more. It's been very hard here."
"Looked like Balshazzar wasn't that bad a place to be stuck," he noted.
"We-we're not on Balshazzar. We're on Melchior."