Freddy tapped on the engine room compartment door.
It opened. "Aye, aye." Kakumi saw Glenda Ruth, came out into the companionway, closing the door behind him. "Need me to relieve George on watch?"
"No, we're on course. Wanted to ask you something, Terry. You were Navy, you must have learned how to fight."
Kakumi nodded.
"Or knew already. Anyway, you knew when we left Sparta we'd be trying to get to the Mote. Well, it might be dangerous. We're wondering if you'll give us some lessons?"
Kakumi looked at Freddy, then Glenda Ruth, and shook his head slowly. "Wouldn't be a good idea. Four days or so, you'd learn just enough to get in trouble. If there's trouble, you talk, I'll fight." He grinned, making small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. "Better than if I talk and you fight. Jennifer's good at talking, too. Do we know for sure if we're going to the Mote?"
"Not yet."
"Too bad."
"Well. I suppose you're right," Freddy said. "About learning just enough to get killed. All right."
"Let's go look at the charts," Glenda Ruth said. She took Freddy's hand and led him away. When they reached the bridge, she was laughing.
"What?"
"Think about it. Why he closed the door."
"Huh? Oh. Jennifer."
"Interesting that he's that sensitive."
"Excellency, greetings!" The lopsided Motie face bubbled with enthusiasm... somehow.
"Salaam. I see that you know me."
"Of course."
Face had been a new concept to the Moties. Renner remembered that rigid, twisted smile. Motie faces weren't evolved to send messages. The creature must be signaling with body language and intonation: Glad, glad to see you! How long it has been, how much like coming home!
Bury's indicators were twitchy but not ominously so, "My Fyunch(click) must be long dead."
"Oh, yes, but she taught another, and that one taught me. I've been Fyunch(click) to you since my birth, yet we meet for the first time. Please tell me, was the coffee-tasting event a success?"
For an instant, Bury gaped. Then, "Yes, indeed. Your teacher's teacher was quite right, the Navy had never considered that a man who doesn't drink wine might still teach them something of discrimination."
"Splendid! But it must seem that I'm talking of some past Dark Age. Let me say in some haste that my task is to persuade you and yours not to fire on us. We come in peace. We carry none of the Warrior class."
Bury nodded in satisfaction. "Astute of you to say so."
Renner and Blaine exchanged glances. Chris Blaine grinned slightly.
"What?" Joyce demanded in a fierce whisper.
"Warriors," Blaine said. When she raised a questioning eyebrow, Chris raised a palm to cut her off. "Later."
The Motie continued to project confidence. "Excellency, our first ship, which we have named Gandhi, wishes to carry an ambassador to your nearest peopled world. She is accompanied by a Mediator, of course, one who can speak to your political authorities. Meanwhile, we aboard Phidippedes wish to accompany you and yours into Mote system."
Bury's passengers stared at their alien communicant. Buckman grinned in anticipation. Joyce scrawled something on her pocket computer. Renner checked again: only Bury was in camera view. "Buckman, cut thrust to half a gee," he said.
"You sure?'
"We're not chasing anything anymore, and Horace has to talk, and that was an order."
Bury ignored the byplay. To the Motie he said, "Me and mine?"
"I was told to invite any ship I found here to follow me home, but particularly the craft with Horace Hussein Bury aboard."
Bury's dancing dials had settled; he must feel himself in control of this situation. "And why should we go with you?"
"Ah. For you, Excellency, to be here at all is to be aware that matters have altered. Until today every ship we sent through the Crazy Eddie point was under sentence of death. We know that none have returned from that alien country. Today new paths between the stars have opened. Your battleships can no longer stand between your systems and ours. Will you not try negotiation instead? Negotiation and trade." The creature didn't rub its hands together when it mentioned trade, but the suggestion was there.
"Perhaps you should speak to our commodore," Bury said. Tap of the button set the camera and monitor screen turning
Toward Kevin Renner. Kevin said, "Hi."
"Kevin, hi! I don't remember ‘commodore.' Are you actually in command of that ship?" Just a bit awestruck, she was, with no intention of showing it. "You've come a long way'
"Uh-huh. Did another human's Fyunch(click) train you, too, maybe?"
"I inherit no training from your Fyunch(click), Kevin, but Bury's Mediator observed other humans. You can't ever know too much about the people you deal with."
"And who did I learn that from?"
"Exactly. And how are Spacers Jackson and Weiss, if you know, sir?"
These personality changes were disconcerting. Renner said, "He's Governor Jackson of Maxroy's Purchase, if you please, and just loving every bit of it."
"All right!"
And Weiss was dead and they both knew it and neither would ever mention it again.
Off camera, Chris Blaine made a suggestive throat-cutting gesture. Joyce looked up from her recorder in alarm. "Keep it talking," she mouthed soundlessly.
Renner studied the lopsided visage a bit longer... knowing how little it was gaining him, while the Mediator used these seconds to study his face. He said, "Make up a name for yourself, for my convenience."
"Eudoxus."
Bury smiled thinly; Joyce's eyes narrowed, then popped wide. When Renner raised an eyebrow, Bury said, "A classical trader and explorer. Discovered the Golden Wind of the Arabs."
"Okay. Eudoxus, for the moment I command every Empire ship in this system. I listen to Horace Bury, so you're talking for his benefit, too. Now, you've sent seven ships through from the Mote. Some we've captured, some are running. One has an ambassador aboard, and you want her transported to where she can contact the Empire. Is that about it?"
"Two ambassadors, Kevin. She and he. An older Keeper to teach the younger, younger to last longer."
Keepers: Sterile Masters. "Prudent. You sent no other Classes?"
"Mediators, of course. And there were working Classes aboard some ships for maintenance, until the Curdle collapsed. Then we spaced them. We feared you would feel threatened.
"However, I have an Engineer pilot aboard, and so does Gandhi." The creature's left hand came up in haste. Something must have showed in Renner's face. "She can be spaced if your big ship takes ours in tow."
"Watchmakers?"
"Of course. They are very valuable."
Bury's needles jumped, then settled back.
"We'll call you back in an hour. Until then..." Kevin considered. "Don't do anything drastic. I'm going to free fall. You match course with me and then cut your thrust. Keep station ten thousand klicks away. Can you cause your other ships to gather here?"
"I can call them, but they will not obey. Three have instructions to hide within this system." The Motie shrugged. The shoulders didn't move. "I tell you nothing you would not expect. Let me repeat my offer. Come with us."
"I'll call you back." Renner switched off. He closed his eyes tight and heaved a massive sigh. Then, "Talk to me. Horace?"
Bury laughed. "How did Eudoxus know that we know of their Warriors? Answer: she did not. But we might know, and if she did not say, ‘We have no Warriors,' no more would be said at all. We would bend every effort to destroying every ship, every Warrior Motie." No laughter now. "An astute analysis, and the correct conclusion, to admit it immediately."
"Um-humm," Renner said. "I was working on that."