"May I see the data, Mother?"
Maserang said, "Help yourself." His sarcasm was thick. He indicated his personal Information Center.
"Just scroll the message from station."
Irked, Maserang did so.
Blessed read. "Four hours twenty-three minutes since breakaway. Not enough time to dock and make the descent."
Valerena snapped, "Of course not! He's up there lying low. It says that right there."
"What we see Grandfather doing and what he's really doing aren't the same things, Mother. I submit that he intended to be noticed."
"Nonsense," Maserang said. "Why?"
"Because this is my grandfather's Other, who has been exchanged already, coming in to make the switch again."
"Don't let your imagination carry you away. It couldn't have been managed without our agents noticing."
"Neither you nor your agents have noticed that Lupo Provik is out on your veranda, among the invited guests, masquerading as Nikla Ogdehvan. And he's been on Prime for a week."
Dead silence. Stricken silence. Death might have drawn a talon through that room.
Maserang's Info Center buzzed. Irritated, he muttered, "I told them I didn't want to be disturbed."
The silence turned toward disbelief. Valerena said, "Amuse yourself at someone else's expense, Blessed. I no longer find your humor tolerable."
Maserang said, "You'd better take this, Val."
She went and snarled at the comm. She erected a privacy screen a moment after she started, though, so that Blessed did not know why she was growling.
She was deathly calm when she came back. "That was my father's pet artifact."
Blessed moved toward the door. "I'll go irritate someone else, Mother."
She screeched something obscene. He did not listen. He went out to see how life was treating Lupo Provik.
— 27 —
Timmerbach raged and wailed and scurried around, but not once did he lose control of Glorious Spent. He was a wonder. He railed against his deities, his employers, Canon, the Guardships, the Web itself, without prejudice—while occasionally pausing to give his techs advice in a calm voice. He sounded crazy most of the time but was just a man trying to save his ship and maybe his life.
Jo looked into the screen portraying the aft view. IV Trajana loomed ever larger.
One of the bridge crew beckoned Timmerbach. They muttered. Then the Chief jumped back and complained all the louder. "Commander, we're not going to make that anchor point. We'll come up several seconds short. We'll hang on till these bastards bump us off, though. May they get hung up and never find a way down."
Jo recalled stories of ships found caught on the Web, apparently unable to get back off.
Glorious Spent shuddered and jumped as though kicked. Warning lights went mad. Jo grabbed Haget and a stanchion. Alarms shrieked and hooted. Timmerbach yelled, "Kick it off! Kick it off now!"
And pray the systems had not been damaged.
Real Space. Starspace. The sense of having been relieved of a vast pressure. It took her several seconds to understand why.
The dread was gone.
She and Haget realized they were still in contact. She jerked away. "My apologies, sir."
"None needed, Sergeant. Chief. We're off the Web prematurely. Have you calculated the schedule delays?"
Timmerbach exhaled slowly, controlling his temper. "We were close to the anchor when we broke away, Commander. Assuming our numbers are good, we'll be in starspace four days. We'll pick up another strand and be gone."
Jo did not listen closely. She was trying to keep an eye on Cholot and to watch for the monster star raging somewhere nearby, and for the school of stars in which it swam. Guardships' soldiers seldom got to see such sights.
Haget said, "Thank you, Chief. We'll get out of your way now."
Jo's communicator beeped. She raised a hand to stall Haget. "Klass?" the comm whispered. "Vadja. Seeker is on the move. Headed your way."
"Got you. Klass out. Commander, Colonel Vadja says Seeker is headed for the bridge."
Timmerbach heard. "That's all I need. A goddamned creepy-crawlie... Keep it away from me."
"Chief, I have no intention of allowing an alien near the controls of a Canon ship. Klass. Get everyone up here."
"Yes, sir." As she summoned Degas and AnyKaat, she checked the exterior screens. Amazing that something as terrible as the dread or as big as IV Trajana could pass unnoticed in starspace.
"Astounding, isn't it?" Haget said. "Chief, we'll wait for it in the passageway. Lock up behind us. Sergeant, check with Vadja. See if it's still coming."
She did. It was. "Why?" she wondered aloud.
Haget shrugged. He made sure the bridge hatch was secured, stood at an easy rest. "That business makes you appreciate the problems of operating a small ship, doesn't it?"
"Yes." Surprise. That was too human a remark for Haget. Jo assumed a stance aping his.
"Here it comes."
Seeker of the Lost Children looked taller and more regal. Jo battled an urge to kneel.
The impulse went as suddenly as it had come. It was replaced by a desire to step aside. "It's trying to manipulate me," she said.
"Stand fast."
The thing slowed, halted. Era Vadja appeared behind it, then Degas and AnyKaat. Those two had brought sidearms.
Haget said, "Passengers are not permitted in this part of the Traveler. Please return to passengers' country."
Seeker did not move. Jo tried to stand outside herself while emotions and urges not her own tugged at her. She did not yield.
Haget repeated his admonition. He added, "Canon law forbids your presence on the operating bridge of any carrier not operated by your own species."
This vessel must turn back. I have erred. I have overlooked one of the children. She is in danger.
Jo shuddered. That voice was inside her head....
"Sir, you must return to passengers' country. This is a lawful order. If you fail to obey, I will be compelled to enforce it by force."
Jo was amazed that he would be so patient and polite.
Seeker was not listening. Move aside. I will have this vessel turned.
Hammer blows, those thoughts of command. Excruciating, but not unbearable. Jo withstood them. Haget seemed to shed them without effort.
Seeker appeared surprised. And distressed.
Haget said, "We have us a situation, people. I can't be sure it understands my warnings. AnyKaat, set to light stun. Degas, you for heavy. I'll try talking one more time."
If Seeker understood, it did not respond. Nor did it react to Haget's repeated directive to return to its quarters. It tried its mind magic again. It failed again.
Jo said, "Careful, Commander. It's getting pissed."
It started forward.
"AnyKaat."
AnyKaat drew and fired with Guardship soldier's proficiency. The alien collapsed. Jo moved in carefully.
Haget snapped, "Vadja! Check the methane breather. Now! Degas. The krekelen. AnyKaat. Cover us while we lug this thing to its quarters."
Chief Timmerbach cracked the bridge hatch, peeked out, squeaked, and locked up again as Haget said, "Don't be shy about using stun."
Jo knelt beside the alien. It was not entirely unconscious. It no longer looked much like the thing they had faced, though flickers of that semblance ran over it like scampering flames on a cotton wad moistened with alcohol.
The aspect beneath was no more real. Spots of black appeared on it and vanished as rhythmically as a heartbeat. Jo sensed sorrow radiating from it.
"I don't think it's really belligerent, Commander. I think it just doesn't know how to make us understand."