It was not a sight any of them would ever have looked for- Moon Rising’s captain sitting at The Pride’s galley table up by the bridge, taking a cup of gfi Geran pressed on her. Dur Tahar drank, and Pyanfar sat across the table with a cup in her own hands and more of the crew lounging against the cabinets with whatever bits of food Tully had scrounged: two males in the galley-so beaten Dur Tahar was that she hardly spared more than a misgiving glance at Tully and less than that at Khym.
She knew Tully was with us, Pyanfar noted. Or at least knew he might be. So the rumor’s got to Akkhtimakt. Tirun was back on duty, trying to query Vigilance on the medical assistance and get Jik’s attention to the Tahar matter-(“Let me take this round,” Tirun had offered, while Geran was back seeing to Chur. “Do it,” Pyanfar said. And between the two of them: “Put the fire under Vigilance, huh? Discreetly. Gods rot them. Get some hurry out of them.”) Khym and Haral and Hilfy and Tully-they lounged about the walls, guns on hips, all of them armed but Tully; and Tahar drank her gfi in silence, eyes at infinity. “I want it straight,” Pyanfar said to her. “I want the whole story, ker Dur. And fast. Tell it to me.”
Focus came back. “My crew-”
“Mahijiru’s in dock; Goldtooth’s hooking up the com lines right now. We’ll begin to get some movement out of the kif soon now. Ships are on short crew, same as us. Even the kif. Your cousins’ll be safe enough for the time being-the kif’ll hold off till they’ve got some direct order from Sikkukkut, or until Sikkukkut’s free to see to them; and Sikkukkut’s real occupied just now. Depend on it. Drink that down. My watch officer’s sending to Aja Jin. We’re doing more than it looks like we are. But you play me for a fool, Dur, and I’ll-”
“No.” Tahar took a swallow. The cup trembled in her hands. “You run in rough company. This hakkikt of yours-”
“Not mine.”
“-he’s winning, do you understand that? The kif think Akkhtimakt’s already lost. The word’s spreading-How we!! do you know the kif?”
“About as well as serves, and better than I want to.”
“I know them, gods, believe me that I do. Sfik. Gods-forsaken kif change sides quick as stsho in a situation like this, two kif at the top of the heap and both of them near-matched: Sikkukkut and Akkhtimakt-they both served Akkukkak in different capacities till he went, and now the two of them have all kif space in chaos. Every wind, every whisper that comes along, ordinary kif sniff it and change their politics. And all of a sudden Akkhtimakt’s small stuff. His move against Kita was a big threat; gods, he’s from Akkht, he’s big stuff there-got powerful skkukun hunting down all his rivals on homeworld, while Sikkukkut’s just a jumped-up provincial boss from Mirkti, for the gods’ sake. But the mahendo’sat know him. Sikkukkut’s a longtime neighbor of theirs, someone they’re used to dealing with-and they’re dealing with him. Do you see? All of a sudden Akkhtimakt looks like a kif a long way from his power base and losing it. Sikkukkut’s operating in his own home territory, using old connections, and Sikkukkut’s cut Akkhtimakt bad- thanks to you and the mahendo’sat. Real bad.”
Pyanfar leaned her elbows on the table. “Where’s humanity fit into this, huh?”
The whites showed around Tahar’s eyes, a slight tic in Tully’s direction, but Tahar did not turn her head, not even when Geran drifted quietly into the room and stood there with arms folded and her face like boding storm. “Humans,” Tahar said, “are coming in. They’re moving slowly-but your ally ought to be able to tell you that.”
“Sikkukkut, you mean?” .
“This human. Or the mahendo’sat. Akkhtimakt’s program was to stop the human ships; keep them out of Compact space. Or prey on them one by one on the fringes. Humans are mahen allies, the way the kif read it. But Sikkukkut’s got the mahendo’sat working with him. He’s got you, got himself the Eyes of the han, for the gods’ sweet sake. Got a pet human of his own. How do you fight a combination like that? Kefk took one look at that situation and all of Akkhtimakt’s partisans here started looking at their neighbors and refiguring every tie they had-I’ve been through it before. A kif looks at a situation, adds up his own sfik and whether he’s got any advantage to the other side, and if he doesn’t, he’ll know his neighbors are adding it up too, and one of them may try to get more sfik by killing him. If he kills his attacker he’s got more sfik for the moment, but if he suddenly gets too much, he may look like a threat and lose all the benefit of it. It’s a bloody game, Chanur. I’ve played it for two years.”