That was the best news since the drop. “Huh,” she said. “Huh.” With a little relaxation in tensed muscles. She shoved off and walked on down the corridor. She wanted food. Wanted a bath. Wanted, gods knew, to be lightyears away from all of this. But they did not have that choice. They could run for it and get out of Meetpoint system while Sikkukkut was busy. But he would find them; and anyone they were attached to. Their world was held hostage. Not mentioning the immediate threat to three hundred thousand gods-be stsho and a handful of hani ships.
A kif could not forget an insult.
No more than a hani forgot harm to her friends.
It was a quiet gathering down in crew quarters, in the central area where they had a microwave, and a little store of instant food: one of those amenities they had installed along with the high- V braces and the AP weapons they had acquired on the black market. A couple of little couches and a table or two in a lounge, and a common-room for sleeping, in which they could have installed partitions, but they had never gotten around to that- never much wanted it, truth be known. A body learned to sleep with cousins trekking in and out, and there was never any urgent reason to change, even in the days when they had had wealth.
Right now, Hilfy thought, it was the best reason of all; a body wanted company in this crisis. Geran came kiting in and out again with two cups of soup, gods only hope she got one into her own stomach on the way topside; Chur was evidently
awake and willing to try it eating, which was one heart-lightening event among all the bad news. Haral was sitting on the couch opposite with a bit of jerky in one hand and her mouth full, while she raked her damp mane into order with the other. Her eyes had that distracted, glassy weariness jump left in a body. Tully came out of the common bath with a towel over his shoulders, wearing a pair of Khym’s trousers, a rust silk pair which he had had to pin at the waist, but Haral was out of spares and the other pair was going through the laundry. He staggered over to the cabinet and got a cup and poured soupmix and water into it, shoved it in the microwave and sat down to towel his head and beard dry. Pale, old scars stood out on white-skinned shoulders; and pinker, recent ones.
“Akkhtimakt’s jumped out,” came the bulletin from the bridge. And: “We got a general slow-down on Sikkukkut’s side, sure enough, ‘cept for two of ’em it looks like Sikkukkut’s sending out to keep ’em worried, same as he did with Goldtooth’s lot. Looks for good and sure like Sikkukkut’s going to stay with us. Thought you’d like to know.”
“No surprise,” Haral muttered. “Couldn’t be that lucky. Couldn’t be lucky enough to get help out of Goldtooth. Sikkukkut’s going to have this place stripped to the deckplates before he gets back.”
“Going to do whatever he wants,” Hilfy said, “that’s sure.”
“Lousy mess.”
Tully had lifted his face from the towel and looked at them, yellow hair tousled, eyes showing lines of strain about the edges. Sometimes he seemed too tired even to make the effort of speech. Or to listen for the translator’s sputtering whisper giving him its mangled version of things around him. The things hardest to get across were the delicate topics, like: How’s Chur-honestly? Or: What do you think Jik will do? And: What are we going to do when the kif move into the station? He seemed to go away at times. At others he seemed desperate to say something of too much difficulty to attempt it.
Things like: My people are going. I talked to them. Even if the message didn’t get there. I was that close.
/ didn’t betray you.
I swear I didn’t try.
The microwave bleeped Finished; and Tully got up and got his soup, with a package of shredded meat and a packet of mahen fuyas, which he and Haral thought edible and everyone else aboard loathed. He offered one of the grain-meat sticks to Haral: she took it and stirred her soup with it, and he settled down with the other packets in his agile fingers, cup in both hands and elbows on his knees, to drink a sip and sigh in profoundest weariness.