Part 19 (1/2)

”Can we defend, if they launch an attack while we're at the station?”

Lengthy stare. ”Point of fact, no. We'll be as vulnerable as the station.”

”Then I'm right, captain. Last thing we ought to do is run without satisfying these people.”

”People,” Sabin scoffed. While Banichi and Jago stood at his shoulder.

”Yes, ma'am. Whatever shape they come in. Whatever their faces look like. The outline's of a person.”

”And the minds, Mr. Cameron?”

”There's thought. There's insistence. There's forbearance. There's regard for their dead. There's an inclination to communicate. That's all a foundation.”

”As I recall, you and the atevi lived side by side for quite a while before you went at each others' throats. The War of the Landing, you call it.”

”We learn. We come here, my bodyguard and I, the dowager and Gin and I, with all that experience-at your service, captain.”

”What, then, Mr. Cameron?”

”Is station going to cooperate with us?”

”I'm not a prophet.”

”Station hasn't sent us anything else.”

”Not another word,” Jase said.

”C1,” Sabin said. ”Replay the sequence as Mr. Cameron suggests.”

”Yes, ma'am,” C1 said, and it went out.

Lengthy wait then.

”Sequence showing us going to the station,” Bren said. ”Let's not get deeper in. Let's just go do what we can, captain. Let's try it.”

Sabin gave him a cold, speculative look. Then: ”Give me general address.”

”Confirmed,” C1 said, and Sabin took up a mike.

”Sabin speaking. We've conducted a short conversation with the alien craft. Seems it sent a probe to the station and had it blown up. It thinks station has one of their dead. We want answers. We're going to go over there with a reasonable expectation the alien craft is going to stay off our backs in the meanwhile, and we're going to find out what the fuel situation is is before we make any farther decisions. So we're going to takehold in a few minutes, cousins, and we're going to move very, very slowly about this, so as not to alarm the neighbors. Don't take anything for granted. Second s.h.i.+ft is now in charge. Likely next s.h.i.+ft change will not be on schedule, but technical crew, continue to brief yourselves on channel 10. General crew, feel free to get some sleep if you can before we make any farther decisions. So we're going to takehold in a few minutes, cousins, and we're going to move very, very slowly about this, so as not to alarm the neighbors. Don't take anything for granted. Second s.h.i.+ft is now in charge. Likely next s.h.i.+ft change will not be on schedule, but technical crew, continue to brief yourselves on channel 10. General crew, feel free to get some sleep if you can-”

G.o.d, Bren thought, exhausted-and very far from sleep.

”... and stay to your cabins until further notice. We might still have to move s.h.i.+p far and fast on a few seconds' warning, but right now, we're going to start in toward station and see whether refueling is at all an option and stay to your cabins until further notice. We might still have to move s.h.i.+p far and fast on a few seconds' warning, but right now, we're going to start in toward station and see whether refueling is at all an option.”

The message from the alien craft meanwhile came back, identical to their output.

”Looks as if they agree,” Jase muttered. ”For good or ill.”

”It secures our backs,” Sabin said. ”It gets us there.”

Sabin was being uncharacteristically charitable. His action wasn't all a success. It might be a grave mistake to have conveyed regret. Belligerence and indifference wasn't his native inclination, and he'd mistrusted the notion, incapable of playing the hand the way Banichi, perhaps, would have done. At times Tabini had wisely shoved his translator aside and said, in effect, let me deal with it. And Tabini dealt, hard and fast and with nerves that didn't flinch at a frown from the opposition.

Tabini's opponents fell into Tabini's sense of timing and didn't ever recover their balance-ended up negotiating peace because they couldn't ever get their feet under them. Figuratively speaking.

He envied that ability. He wished he'd found his balance in this exchange for any given moment. He wished most of all he'd found a way to get a confirmation out of the alien regarding their leaving the scene.

That could be the greatest failure in his life. Absolutely essential, and for a critical moment he'd doubted he could get it, and balked. Mistake, mistake, mistake. could be the greatest failure in his life. Absolutely essential, and for a critical moment he'd doubted he could get it, and balked. Mistake, mistake, mistake.

”Mr. Cameron.” Sabin.

”Ma'am.”

”Good job.”

Did one tell the plain truth, in the middle of the bridge, if not in the midst of the below-decks crew? ”I have lingering concerns, captain.”

”A no-go, Mr. Cameron?”

Did he then undermine administration's confidence in the outcome, when he was negotiating with his own side as well as the other?

”No, captain. I'm sure we'll solve problems as they come.”

”Best we can ask, Mr. Cameron. Take a tea-break.”

Take a tea-break. Get your interference out of my thought processes.

”Yes, ma'am.” He wasn't going to be provoked, not here, not now, not with what they had hanging off their bow. He did walk away, Banichi and Jago close on his heels.

”Takehold, takehold minor, takehold,” hit the speakers. They were about to back away from the confrontation.

He took hold, in the corridor, where there was a safety nook and a recessed bar for handholds. Banichi and Jago braced him within the lock of their arms, and scarcely swayed to the s.h.i.+p's gentle push.

Sabin might be halfway satisfied with what had happened.

He wasn't. The longer he reviewed his performance the more he doubted what he'd done. They'd lied to the aliens about who they were. They'd lied about their possible intentions.

Now they went to the Guild to lie to them about their ultimate intention to destroy the Archive and shut down the station the Guild had built and defended. And where did the truth start?

The all-clear sounded. The alien s.h.i.+p hadn't, apparently, fired on them, confirming he'd interpreted the signals well enough. They were still alive. He straightened his collar, arranged his sleeves and walked on to the dowager's cabin.

Best steady his nerves and quit double-thinking what he'd done. Decision was decision. He might yet get a chance to finish that letter to Toby, and the one to Tabini. He might yet get a chance to send them.

What would he write about the last performance? I guessed? I did my best guess. They didn't shoot at us I guessed? I did my best guess. They didn't shoot at us.

Better than the station authorities had done, at least.