"Yeah." And I think I'm too old for this. "Run up to one gee, Townsend. There's a stunt I want to try."
The communications screen lit again. "Your instructions will be obeyed," the Mediator said. "We will do what we can."
"Thank you. Rawlins, you stay with us."
"I can boost harder than you can."
"I thought of that, but no. I need you with us."
"You're assuming they're sending their whole fleet."
"I sure hope so," Renner said. "The warships anyway." His last observation in the red dwarf system was of the Master ships making for Bury's Star at low thrust. It didn't look as if they'd be coming back to the Mote system soon. And as long as the Warriors were chasing Sinbad- "We're bait," he said to no one in particular.
After Rawlins rang off, Renner looked around his ship. Horace was breathing by himself, eyes open, jaw slack, full of funny chemicals. Borloi extract, no doubt: no prohibition in the Koran against borloi. It was amazing that he could talk at all.
Freddy had recovered from Jump shock with stunning speed. Renner resented that. Glenda Ruth Blaine still looked as if she'd been blackjacked. The Moties were worse off, still keening in pain and angst. That couldn't last. Renner needed them.
The Empire ships fell toward the Crazy Eddie point at zero gee, following forty-five minutes of thrust. Renner couldn't tell them how long that would last. Cynthia was leading Horace Bury through a program of stretches. Joyce was preparing a sketch lunch. Nobody had ever asked if the reporter could cook. She could.
Telescopes aboard Atropos, then aboard Sinbad, observed small hot ships emerging through an invisible hole at high velocity and high acceleration. They dimmed, reducing thrust while they sought their targets. Presently they flared and moved at low acceleration toward the position of Bandits One-Two-Three.
"It worked."
"Why are you whispering? Call Atropos."
Freddy cleared his throat. "Yessir."
"They can't have taken time to refuel," Renner told Rawlins. "They're burning fuel they can't spare. Which means we can beat them to the Crazy Eddie point at anything above one point one gee."
If they chase us."
"Yeah. Assume they will."
"Then their best bet is to take it easy," Rawlins said. A stern chase is a long chase. Easy to use all your fuel in the chase and have none for the battle, Of course, they won't know where you're headed." Pause. "Or if they do figure it out, they won't know why."
"Okay. All we have to do is make sure they don't cripple us. I want to beat them to the Crazy Eddie point, but not by much, and I want to make sure we have plenty of maneuvering fuel when they catch up to us. Meanwhile, maintain your watch. You, too, Freddy. I want to know instantly if large ships with cooler exhaust and lower acceleration come through."
"Aye, aye, sir." Rawlins signed off.
At least he didn't ask if I know what I'm doing.
An hour later Freddy saw the Khanate Warriors turning. "They've found us," he said. "Somehow."
Renner grinned widely. "They've found us and they're chasing us. Stand by for acceleration. Horace, how does one standard gee sound? We'll take it up slowly."
"Heavenly," Bury said.
"Stand by." Weight returned slowly.
"There," Freddy said. "You can unstrap now. It should be steady enough."
Behind Sinbud, little dots of fusion flame now numbered over a hundred and rising. As many more Khanate ships had not turned: they were still on route toward the massed Khanate allies, Bandits One-Two-Three. Other lights... what were they doing? Converging, then going out one by one.
Renner said, "Omar, get on the horn to our forces around the Sister. Orders unchanged: leave the main fleet alone, but watch for stragglers. Keep it expensive going through the Sister, but stay alive."
"Fleet in being," Victoria said.
"Right-where did you learn that phrase?"
"It was in one of the books MacArthur left behind. The reference was to sea power, but-"
"Mahan," Joyce said. "He wrote before space travel."
"Oh. Victoria, I need your help."
"Yes, Kevin."
"I need some work done. Get the Engineers on it. We need some alterations in Sinbad's Langston Field. Townsend can show you what we need."
"Right away."
"Horace, how are you feeling?"
"I've been better, Kevin. I've been altering my will. I will need you to witness that it is my work, and that I am in my right mind."
"Bizarre. You never were before."
"Kevin, you will need to be convincing. Truly. Now say, ‘Horace Bury was in his right mind,' without smiling."
"Maybe another approach. Tonight, Igor, we must build a convincing duplicate of Kevin Renner."
"May we have doglike devotion this time, Master? I wanted doglike devotion last time."
Glenda Ruth was staring. It was something, to have shaken Glenda Ruth Blaine.
"But it might interfere with his sense of humor, Igor!"
"Yes, Master, yes, yes! Please may we interfere with his sense of humor... . I don't have the energy, Kevin."
"Yeah. Give me a sanity check, Horace. Glenda Ruth, listen up. Here's what I have in mind...."
Joyce's hand was steady as she poured tea into Cynthia's cup. Acceleration was down to one-half gravity for the moment, but she didn't expect that to last. For the past ten hours there had been sudden and random accelerations as Sinbad avoided different attacks from the hundreds of ships following.
"If someone tells me that ‘a stern chase is a long chase' one more time," Joyce said, "I'll scream." She sipped carefully, then looked at the older woman, not bothering to conceal her curiosity. "You've been with Bury a long time. Is it always like this?"
Cynthia's smile might have been painted on. "Not precisely. When my uncle Nabil offered me service with His Excellency, I knew we would face many enemies, but few of them had warships. Mostly we are concerned with assassination."
"What's it like, working for a man who has that many enemies?"
"He has enemies because he is a great man," Cynthia said. "I feel honored to serve him. When I graduated from medical school-"
Joyce was startled and showed it despite her news training. "You're a doctor?"
"Yes. Does that seem so unlikely?"
"Well, no, but-yes, actually. I thought you were a bodyguard."
Cynthia's smile softened. "I do that as well. But you were supposed to assume I am a concubine. Thank you, I will have more tea."
"I'm supposed to think you're a concubine. Are you?"
"The appearance is a professional duty. Nothing else is required."
Which could mean anything. "It must be a strange career for a doctor."
"Call it my first career. I will have others after I retire from His Excellency's service. And think of the stories I can tell my children!" Cynthia's laugh was almost inaudible. "Of course first I will have to find a father for them."
Joyce laughed. "Looking at you, I wouldn't think that would be so hard to do."
Cynthia shrugged. "I have no difficulty finding lovers. And our culture is changing. Not just on Levant."
"That's for sure." Joyce looked around Sinbad's crowded lounge, humans and aliens, magnate and aristocrats and naval officer, and grinned. "That's for damned sure."
The Empire ships fled across the Mote system. For Joyce it had been three days of trying to make sense out of myriad details.
Sinbad and Atropos had jumped into Mote system, then accelerated toward the inner system for forty-five minutes, then coasted. Minutes later the Khanate Warrior ships had poured through an invisible hole, paused, then blasted away in the wrong direction. They'd used up an hour's fuel-but at low thrust-before they found Sinbad and Atropos.
Since then it had been a race; but there were nuances.
Bury's couch was located near the door to the control cabin. It made a convenient gathering point when the cabin door was open. When Freddy went over to tell Bury what was happening, Joyce went to listen-and noticed that Glenda Ruth didn't come over until after Joyce had joined the party.