"No hand laid on us. But our property
"I read that.
"Yes, sir.
"You handled it well enough," said Stavros, a slight frown on his face. "I think, though, that it does indicate that there is a certain interest in you personally, as well as in the mri relics. I think it was your presence drew them out there. And if I hadn't put Galey out there with you, you could have met with an accident. You neglected precautions.
"Yes, sir.
"They'll kill you if they can. I can deal with it after it happens, but I can't prevent it, not so long as you're within convenient reach of them. And why this shrine, Duncan? Why this artifact?
"Sir?
"Why do yon reckon it was so important? Why did the mri risk their lives to go to that place and fetch it?
Duncan gestured vaguely to the report that lay on the desk. "Religion. I explained
"You've been inside that so-called shrine. Fve seen the pictures you brought out. Do you really believe that it's a place of worship?
"It's important to them." He was helpless to say anything else. Other conclusions lay there in the photographs: computer banks, weaponry, communications all such possibilities as regul would dread, as allies of the regul would have to fear.
"You're right: it's important to them. Boaz has cracked your egg, Duncan. Three days ago. The artifact is open.
It shook him. He had thought it unlikely that if it were to be opened, it would need mri help, cooperation, that might be negotiated. But Boaz' plump hands, that worked with pinpoint probe and brush, with all the resources of Flower's techs at her command they had succeeded, and now the mri had nothing left that was their own.
"I hadn't thought it would be possible that soon," Duncan said. "Does the report say what it was?
"Is. What it is. Boaz says it was designed for-opening, no matter of difficulty to someone with the right technique, and some assurance that it was not a weapon, which I understand your pictures provided. It's some sort of recording device. The linguistic part of it is obscure some sort of written record is there; and there's no one fluent in the mri language to be able to crack the script. For obvious reasons we don't want to consult with the regul. But there's numerical data there too, in symbols designed to be easily deciphered by anyone: there was even a key provided in graphics. Your holy object, Duncan, and this so-named shrine, are some kind of records-storage, and they wanted it badly, wanted it more than they wanted to survive. What kind of record would be that important?
"I don't know.
"Numerical records. Series of numerical records. What sort of recording device does that suggest to you?
Duncan sat silent a moment. In his limited experience only one thing suggested itself. "Navigational records," he said at last, because Stavros waited, determined to have such an answer.
"Yes. And is that not a curious thing for them to want, when they had no ship?
Duncan sat and considered the several possibilities, few of them pleasant to contemplate.
"It knocks out another idea," Stavros said, " that the mri were given all their technology by the reguclass="underline" that they weren't literate or technologically sophisticated on their own." He picked up a photo that lay face-down on the desk, pushed it across, awkward in the extension of his arm. "From the artifact, ten times actual size.
Duncan studied it. It showed a gold plate, engraved with symbols, detail very complex. It would have been delicate work had the original been as large as the picture.
"Plate after plate," said Stavros. "Valuable for the metal alone. Boaz theorizes that it was not all done by one hand, and that the first of that series is very old. Techniques of great sophistication or of great patience, one or the other, and meant to last. Fm told the mathematics are intricate; they've gone to computer to try to duplicate the series to navigational tape, and to try to match it out with some reference point. Even so it seems beyond our capabilities to do a thorough analysis on it. We may have to resort to the labs at Haven, and that's going to take time. A great deal of time. But you maintain you had no idea what it was you had.
"No, sir." He met Stavros' eyes without flinching, the only defense he could make. "I didn't know then and I'm not even sure now that the mri knew; maybe they were sent by their own authorities, and had no idea why. But I'll agree it's highly likely that they knew.
"Can you get it out of them?
"No. No. I don't think so.
"They seem to have expected a ship if this tape is what it appears to be.
"I don't think they did. They wanted offworld, yes, but they expected nothing. That's an emotional judgment, based on the general tone of things they said and did, but I believe it.
"Possibly a very valid judgment. But they may not commit ypur error, Duncan, of seeing all regul as alike. The mri dealt specifically with doch Holn; Alagn is Holn's rival; and Holn ... does have ships.
Cold settled from brain to stomach. The argument was plausible. "Yes, sir," Duncan said softly. "But it would be a matter of contacting them.
"The so-called shrine is a possibility.
"No,
"Another emotional judgment?
"The same judgment. The mri are finished. They knew it.
"So says Alagn; so, perhaps, said your mri. Perhaps neither is lying. But regul sometimes do not say all they know. Perhaps mri don't, either. Perhaps we haven't asked the right questions." Hand trembling, Stavros lifted a cup and drank, set it down again. "The mri are mercenaries. Are yours for hire?
The question set him aback. "Maybe. I don't know.
"I think the regul as a whole fear that. I think that is one of several things Hulagh desperately fears, that having lost possession of the mri, he might find humankind possessing them. And using them. What is their usual price, do you know?
"I don't know." He looked at Stavros, found that curious, half-mocking manner between him and the truth. He laid the picture down on the desk. "What are you proposing?
"I'm not. I'm just wondering how well you profess to know them.
"It wasn't a thing we discussed." , ,
"According to your records, you're a skilled pilot.
He looked at Stavros blankly.
"True?" Stavros asked.
"If the record says so.
"Elag/Haven operations required some interstellar navigation.
"I had a ship automated to the hilt. I can handle in-system navigation; but everything in transit operations was taped.
"That is rather well what we're dealing with here, isn't it?
Duncan found nothing to say for several moments.
"Does all this come together somehow?" he asked finally. "What is it you're really asking?
'Take the mri in charge. Take the artifact, the egg. You say that you can handle the mri. Or is that so, after all?
Duncan leaned back in his chair, put distance between himself and the old man, drew several slow breaths. He knew Stavros, but not, he thought suddenly, well enough.
"You have doubts?" Stavros asked.
"Any sane man would have doubts. Take the mri and do what? What is this about navigation?
"I'm asking you whether you really think yon can handle the mri.
"In what regard?
"Whether you can find out more than that report of yours tells me. Whether you can find some assurance for Kesrith that the mri are not going to be trouble, or that Holn does not have its hands on more of them.
Duncan leaned forward again and rested his arms on the front of Stavros' desk, knowing full well that there was deception involved. He looked Stavros in the eyes and was sure of it, bland and innocent as Stavros' expression was. "You're not influenced by my advice. You're going to send me off blind, and there's somethina else going on. Can I know what that is? Or do I guess at it?