“I thought of something better.”
“Listen—”
“No, you listen. I went running to Carlot and Debby. Help, I said. I’m in trouble, I said. The Navy wants me. What do I do? And we talked it over, and what I want to do now is talk to Kendy.”
Jeffer’s medical readings showed his shock. Kendy stopped paying attention to the impact on Levoy’s Star.
Paydirt!
“Rather? You told them?”
“I’m letting you tell them. You and Kendy.”
“Kendy isn’t in range yet. When he gets the record—”
Carlot said, “Kendy the Checker?”
“The same,” Jeffer said. “Kendy made contact with us fourteen years ago…fifteen now. I made a mistake with the CARM. Kendy told us how to get home. We didn’t hear from him again till…well, it was just before you showed up, Carlot. He wanted this expedition.”
Debby was seething. “Jeffer, you treefeeding mutineer! What game did you think you were playing, hiding a thing like this?”
Carlot exclaimed, “You can’t deal with the Checker! We know all about—”
The record was finished. He’d reached present time.
Kendy printed I’LL HANDLE IT across the bow window in front of Jeffer. He sent, “We told Clave. Rather was there, so we told him too. Hello again, Debby. Carlot, it’s a pleasure to meet you at last. Rather, you did the right thing.”
“And I suppose you’ll try to talk me into joining the treefeeding Navy! But I won’t do that, Kendy. I want out of this.”
Rather wasn’t aboard the CARM. Kendy couldn’t get medical readings; but he sensed truth here. Never give an order that won’t be obeyed! Try something else… while Discipline moves steadily out of range. Wrap it up fast, but wrap it tight—
Kendy asked, “Rather, what are you planning?”
“Remember Booce telling me to look undependable? The Navy expects me to stay in touch. I’m going Dark diving. Carlot and Debby and Clave are taking Logbearer to get mud for Belmy’s burl tree. I’m going with them.”
“Just to look undependable?”
“It’s not a crime. Sectry’ll hate me, and I don’t like that, but it’ll get me off the harpoon.”
Kendy finished putting details on his own plans. The speed of his thoughts was one powerful advantage to being a computer. It helped win arguments too. He said, “That’s good, but it’s not enough. Not if this Wayne Mickl wants you so badly. We need to get you out of the Clump entirely. Mmm…Rather, I think I may have something. Booce was planning to take the helmet with him so that Jeffer and I can see the Dark. Still true? Carlot?”
“Stet. Dad wants it out of the house.”
“Good. Take the whole suit. Take Rather too. Go into the Dark. Rather, the suit’s fully fueled. When you’re out of sight of the Market…”
They heard him out, looking at each other. The silence that followed lasted only five or six seconds, but Kendy found it excruciating. Then Jeffer asked, “How long have you been planning this?”
“About thirty seconds…twelve to fifteen breaths. I think faster than you do, Jeffer.”
Carlot’s voice held doubt, not anger. “It’s mutiny—”
“We steal nothing,” Kendy said. “We won’t harm the Admiralty at all. The information doesn’t disappear, but I can read it, and then it becomes available to Jeffer the Scientist. Rather, Debby, don’t you see? We came to learn. Clave and Jeffer won’t leave until they know what to tell Citizens Tree about the Admiralty. This way we’ll learn everything we want in half a day.”
Rather said slowly, “You say you can tell me how to do this.”
“I’ve taken neudar readings. I can see the gross structure of Headquarters. It’s most of a CARM surrounded by a concrete shell.” The neudar shadow of the CARM was splayed around its aft end, and the back third was missing. The explosion must have pulped any passengers. It had ripped away the outer door of the airlock too. “The Library must be the control room. I’ll guide you. We’ll time it so I’m in contact the whole time. Even if someone sees something funny, it’ll be too funny. He won’t believe it. Afterward you take Logbearer home.”
Carlot looked at Rather. “I don’t owe you this.”
“Losing contact,” Kendy said. There might have been time for three words more, but what would they have been? He’d simply have to wait.
The redhead found Booce as he was returning from Market. She looked funny, flying. Her legs chugged faster than a normal woman’s and made shorter strokes. She wouldn’t have caught up if Booce hadn’t been pushing baggage.
She wasn’t breathing hard, though. She had a charming smile. “Booce Serjent, do you remember me?”
“Bosun Sectry Murphy. We met when Gyrfalcon came to collect customs. How do you do. Bosun?”
“I do okay. Rather’s been accepted for training. I’d like to tell him.”
Rather wouldn’t like that. “He’ll be at the house.”
“I’ll come. Shall I help with those?”
They kicked slowly along. Behind them the Dark moved in uneasy turgid patterns, out and east; the sun crept toward Voy; western rain clouds crawled in long curves. To fill the silence Booce said, “We’ve finished repairing Logbearer. After breakfast we cruised past the Market—”
“Moving slow. I saw it.”
“Clave went for the rest of his seeds, and I picked up some clothing and toothbrushes. Can’t have my crew looking like savages.”
“My superiors may be wondering where you found the money.”
“It’s not easy. The Navy’s taking its own sweet time to bid a decent price for our metal. But I’ve got some orders for wood, and my crew is going Dark diving.”
“Did Rather say anything about…yesterday?”
“Not to me. He didn’t seem to want to talk. It must have been a strange experience.”
She laug’hed, then grew pensive. Presently she said, “Isn’t that Serjent House?”
“Yes, but…” Logbearer wasn’t there.
Booce invited her in. The Navy woman waited while he made the circuit of the rooms. He found nobody. There were no seeds: Clave hadn’t arrived yet.
“They must have left already,” he told her. “I stayed to bargain for wood. Clave should have come back well ahead of me.” It was puzzling. “Was Rather going with them?”
“No. He should be back soon, wherever he is.”
She accompanied him to the kitchen and watched while he made tea. They returned to the common room and passed the pot between them, all in near-silence. Booce wondered if Jeffer had noticed the Navy woman. What they really needed right now was a metallic voice bellowing out of the door.
“You’d think he’d leave a message,” she said. Booce nodded. But they’d have left it with Jeffer! Murphy was frowning. “Is it normal for Rather to do…something like this?”
Booce was quick on the uptake. “He’s never done this before. Well, he’s been worried about whether the Navy’ll take him. Maybe he got terminally antsy. A trip to the Dark—” And Booce knew he was right. If they think you’re undependable — Rather had gone into the Dark.
“ — could be just what he needs,” he finished.
“It’s not what we need.” Murphy rejected the offered teapot. “How long do you expect them to be gone?”
They weren’t seriously hunting treasures such as fringe or blackbrain. All they wanted this trip was mud, so — “Thirty, forty days.” But they wouldn’t have left without Clave, so they must have taken the seeds he was carrying too. Why?
“Tell Rather we’re unhappy. Booce, I’ve got to be leaving.”
Booce hovered at the door to watch Murphy depart. He whispered, “Jeffer?”
Nothing.
Of course, they took the helmet too. He waited until Sectry was no more than a speck before he opened the compartment in the door.