Lyon's Pride
                                   by
                             Anne McCaffrey

The survival technique of the Hivers was terrifying-and brilliant.
Their huge Sphere ships,controlled by the Many Mind of ten to
sixteen queens,surged out into space.When an appropriate planet
was found,the Hivers destroyed any and every variety of
indigenous life,the queens propagated,and when the new world
was full,more ships were sent out,the colonization repeated
until no planet,no species,least of all Man and Mrdini was safe.
The furry and courageous Mrdini had fought the Hivers for
centuries,many dying bravely in an attempt to save their own
worlds.Now Mrdini and Man combined to form the Alliance-
and Humankind had their own weapons to offer-the power and
might of the Talents who could not only communicate silently
with each other,but could project cargoes,ships and themselves
across the deeps of space.
The four children of Damia-Laria,Thian,Rojer and Zara-were
Primes amongst the Talents,and all their skills were desperately
needed,for the Hivers' terrible Sphere ships were still thrusting
through space,unfathomable,impenetrable,and carrying death in
their labyrinthine depths.

One of the world's leading science fiction
writers, Anne McCaffrey has won the Hugo
and Nebula awards for science fiction. Brought
up in the U.S. and now living in Ireland, she is
the creator and bestselling author of the unique
Dragon senes.

                The Dragon Books of Anne McCaffrey can be read
         individually or as a series. However, for greatest enjoyment
                    the following sequence is recommended:
                                 DRAGONFLIGHT
                                  DRAGONQUEST
                                  DRAGONSONG
                         DRAGONSINGER: HARPER OF PERN
                               THE WHITE DRAGON
                                  DRAGONDRUMS
                          MORETA: DRAGONLADY OF PERN
                                NERILKA'S STORY
                                  DRAGONSDAWN
                             THE RENEGADES OF PERN
                             ALL THE WEYRS OF PERN

Anne McCaffrey

Other books by Anne McCaffrey:
                                   RESTOREE
                               THE SHIP WHO SANG
                               DECISION AT DOONA
                              GET OFF THE UNICORN
                              THE CRYSTAL SINGER
                                 KILLASHANDRA
                               PEGASUS IN FLIGHT
                                   THE ROWAN

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                        Copyright C Anne McCaffrey 1994
      The right of Anne McCaffrey to be identified as the author of this
      work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the
                    Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.
               All of the characters in this book are fictitious
            and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
                            is purely coincidental.

This book is dedicated to
  Matthew Haveates
            for all the hard work, effort and time that he expended
                 in nailing down in an excellent bibliography
                    all the works by this grateful author
(except this one which wasn't written yet!)

                                Prologue
     The first incursion of the Nine Star League by the Hive
entities occurred at Deneb where Jeff Raven, and the undeveloped
Talents of his planet, staved off a vicious attack by three alien scout
ships orbiting Deneb IV Calling for assistance from the Earth
Teleportation and Telepathy Prime, Peter Reidinger, Jeff Raven
encounters the Rowan, Callisto's Prime.  In a mind merge, two of the
three invaders are destroyed and the third sent back, as a warning,
whence it had come.
     Three years later the Mother Hive ship, a spherical leviathan,
appears at Deneb heliopause.  The Talents once again merge to defend
the planet: the Rowan, pregnant with her second child, Cera, is the
focus for the feminine minds which then imobilize the Many Female Mind
that governs the Hive ship.  The male merge, with Jeff Raven as focus,
then teleport the Hive ship into Deneb's primary.
     Nineteen years later, while recuperating on Deneb, Damia
Gwyn-Raven, another T-1 Talent and the daughter of the Rowan and Jeff
Raven, and Afra Lyon, a Capellan T-2, have 'dreams' which they realize
are being implanted by the alien figures which appear in these dreams.
     Contact is made with these visitors who call themselves the
Mrdini.
     Through dreams, the Mrdini explain that they have been defending
themselves and their colony worlds against the incursions of the Hive
for centuries.  They had followed the Hive ship to Deneb and been
fascinated by its destruction without loss of life on the part of the
defenders.  They offer an alliance.
     In order to establish meaningful relationships, young 'Dinis are
placed with human children, in the sound belief that early exposure to
another species facilitates understanding.  Among those selected for
this experiment are the children of Afra and Damia, now Tower Prime for
Iota Aurigae, a mining world.  Their eight children all have 'Dini
pairs.
     At sixteen, the eldest daughter, Laria, is sent to the 'Dini home
world of Clarf to teach 'Dini human language and to expand her own
understanding of the adult vocabulary.  At about this time, Mrdini
scouts observe three Hive ships which separate before the 'Dini can
catch up.  But the ion trails left by the three are strong and can be
followed on their disparate ways.
     The Alliance of Mrdini and Nine Star Leaguers decide on a
four-pronged expedition: the first element of six ships is to backtrack
to see if they can locate the elusive home world of the Hivers.  The
other three elements are to follow the Hive ships to their
destinations, preferably to destroy them if at all possible before they
can colonize another world by first sterilizing all existing
life-forms.
     thian Lyon, Laria's next brother, is seconded by Federation
Teleportation and Telepath (FT&T) to the AS Vadim to act as Prime with
the tracking mission of four ships, two human, two Mrdini.  It is his
job to improve communications and relations between the Allies, and to
receive supplies to keep the ships moving towards their objective.
     Thian has always been interested in naval matters so he is well
suited to the assignment.  Thian is accompanied by his 'Dini pair, Mrg
and Dpl (Mur and Dip).
     When the Vadim encounters a lifeless stationary derelict, it is
identified as a Hive ship, though larger by another third than any
previously encountered.  It appears to have been destroyed by the heat
of an expanding nova.  Three escape pods seem to have been used, though
others were destroyed in situ.  An exploration detail of both 'Dini and
human is to examine the wreck.  Encountering hostility from a crewman,
Thian is nearly killed on the Hive ship where he discovers undamaged
Hiver eggs.  These are sent to be studied by the Alliance
xenobiologists.  Recovering from his injury, Thian elects to continue
with the Mrdini ship, the KLTL, as the Mrdinis insist on being certain
that a nova has destroyed the Hive homeworld.
     Two of the ships in Thian's element are required to start the
derelict on its way to a point at which both Mrdini and human
specialists can examine it thoroughly.  The remaining three ships
decided to track down the three escape pods.  It is essential to
capture the pods for just one queen is sufficient to establish a new
colony.
     While Thian continues with the KLTL on towards the site of the
nova, the search for the three large ships, as well as the escape pods,
continues.  Attempts are also being made to reassemble from its
shattered parts as much of the Big Hive Sphere as is possible to
reconstruct, in an effort to learn more about the enemy.
     One of the escaped pods, bearing a live queen, is discovered by
the Bequing and captured, safely on tow behind the ship.  Afra and his
son Rojer are sent out to 'port the pod to the Heinlein Moon Station
where it can be safely examined in great detail.  There is considerable
deba and many fictions: some wishing summarily to execute the queen,
others wishing to aproach it in an effort to establish communications
and knowledge of a species never before captured.  The Mrdini are
particularly against its maintenance.  Rojer, with his father acting as
focus, easily transfers queen and pod.
     Back on Earth, the captured queen pod is secured with twenty four
hour surveillance.  When she finally emerges, she is seen as a
mantis-type creature, eight limbed, and egg-heavy.  Since no-one has
had much luck in incubating the eggs discovered on the derelict ship,
it is decided to deposit these with her.
     There has been considerable objection to keeping the creature
alive but those who insist that knowing more about the enemy may be a
deciding factor in a final victory over its incursions manage to win
the argument.
     She is kept alive.  Food of all varieties is supplied and she is
seen to prefer vegetables or fruit.  Her actions, when there are any,
are monitored and shown to all interested.
     Zara, the fourteen year-old sister of Laria, Thian and Rojer,
becomes emotionally involved with what she sees as the queen's dreadful
plight and imprisonment.
     In a remarkable adventure, Zara arrives at the Observation Station
and, distraught by the queen's condition, 'ports herself into the
facility and realizes that the queen is freezing, being accustomed to a
much hotter temperature in her parturitional stage.  Zara's
intercession saves the queen's life although, despite a hope that there
has been some empathy between human and Hiver, this bizarre incident is
not repeated nor can Zara explain why she acted as she did.  As her
parents realize with some regret that Zara is not Tower material, even
though a Prime, Elizara, the T-1 medic for whom she was named, and her
great-grandmother Isthia decide she may have healing Talents.
     Meanwhile, one of the escaping Hive ships has been tracked to a
star system where it is obviously slowing down.  Rojer is sent to the
Genessee to expedite messages for Squadron B - two human ships and one
Mrdini which is hovering, undetectable, within an asteroid belt of the
system.
     The crew watch as the arriving Hiver ship is attacked from moon
bases and planetary surfaces.  When its ammunition is exhausted, the
queens flee in escape pods which are disintegrated.  This shocks those
on the Genessee.  As much as the 'Dini have observed of their enemy
over the centuries, they are as surprised and stunned as their human
allies.
     Instead of being allowed to go in blasting, Squadron B and the
Genessee are ordered to hold a watching brief, utilizing as many probes
as possible, with Rojer's help, to gather information.  It is thought
that Thian on his way back to 'civilization' on the KLTL, which has now
definitely established that the Hiver home world was destroyed in the
nova, will join or replace his brother on the Genessee.
     Two squadrons are still in pursuit of the remaining two Hive
spheres while Squadron A, Thian's original group, are searching for the
other two pods which evacuated from the Great Sphere before it was hit
by the nova shock wave.  A waiting game is played on several levels and
ethical problems of great magnitude must be addressed by both human and
Mrdini civilizations.
     During the course of the next few weeks, while Rojer waited for
his older brother, Thian, to replace him on board the Genessee, he
spent a great deal more time on the bridge than he had originally
thought he would.
     Not only was Rojer Lyon the T-1 FT&T which linked Squadron B with
its home worlds and the means by which the three ships were kept
supplied by twice weekly importations of supplies, he was also able to
provide other services to the squadron not in his original brief.  If
he was referred to as 'the boy' or 'the civilian he couldn't deny 'boy'
as he was not quite sixteen although tall and well-muscled from an
active life on his home planet.  He also had inherited the family
silver lock of hair which made it difficult for some to believe he
hadn't yet reached his majority.  Most times these references to his
age or status were jocular.  Sometimes envy or disparagement tinged
these epithets - until he 'ported in the next supply drones when he was
again in favour with all.  Sometimes it appeared to him that his
'Dinis, Grl and Ktg, were more acceptable to the Genessee officers and
crew than he was, but he encouraged them to continue teaching their
language to any on board who wished it.  At night, in his cabin, he
could enjoy the consolation of his friends and they were very good at
diverting him with amusing shipboard incidents and their own special
companionship.  When he was particularly upset, they would 'dream' the
tension away.
     Since the squadron was on orders to hold a watching brief and to
take no direct action against the ancient enemy which occupied the
system, tedium became a problem.  Even escape pod drills became a
welcome variation of daily routine.  So, when Captain Osullivan asked
Rojer if he could 'port the newly developed and undetectable probes to
discover what they could about the moons' defences and the three
spherical ships in docking orbit around the planet, he was quite
willing to oblige.
     The activity was one he was well able for: in fact, it gave him no
lite satisfaction to know that 'the boy/ civilian' had an ability
no-one else in the B Squadron had.  He was also just as curious as
anyone else in the squadron to learn as much as possible about the
Hivers world.  He had discreet knowledge from Gil and Kat that Captain
Prtglm of the KTTS would have preferred direct action to surveillance
and had been extremely upset by the 'surveillance' order from the High
Council which had originated from Human Supreme Commander, Admiral Tohl
Mekturian, and Mrdini Co-ordinator, Gktmglnt.
     The squadron had been given a stunning display of the planet's
defences when they had observed the attack on the refugee Hive ship
which they had followed to this system.  Their three ships would have
been totally out-gunned and unable to inflict telling damage on
planetary installations.
     It was a different matter entirely to survey as much as possible
of this enemy planet.  Rojer enthusiastically entered into dispersing
disguised monitors to the material clustering about the three sphere
ships which were in a construction level orbit about the planet.
     Certainly any ground-based sensors wouldn't notice him tucking a
few more pieces' amid the clutter that spun in disarray round the
world.  Frankly Rojer thought such garbage was an appalling way to
discard rubbish.
     Neither Captain Quacho of the sister ship, the Arapahoe, or
Captain Osullivan of the Genessee had expected that the refugee Hiver
ship would be attacked by its own species, its queens driven to escape
in the pods which had then been summarily disintegrated by the
planetary batteries.  Captain Prtglm had announced that it was no more
than could be expected of Hivers.
     Since Rojer's first assignment was to inspect the three sphere
ships in their docking orbit, tensions were diffused further when the
monitors proved that only one looked to be space-worthy.  Quite
possibly it had been the ship which had transported the original
colonizing group.  One of the other two was near completion, though it
had significant gaps, probably left open to receive equipment, while
the other was only partly hulled.  That gave rise to further
speculation as to why the planet's defenders had 'holed' the refugee
ship, rendering it unusable.
     Somewhat reassured by that investigation which he had Rojer relay
in his daily message to Earth Prime, Captain Osullivan requested Rojer
to make a geographical survey of the eight land masses, the biggest one
spreading from pole to pole.  An opportunity like this, to gain
first-hand knowledge of a Hiver world, should be utilized to the
fullest extent possible.  It also provided occupation during the tedium
of a watching brie# The Hive culture appeared to be totally land-based
and every centimetre of land was cultivated.  Rojer's guided sensors
showed that mountainsides were terraced up to the snowline with what
Commander Metrios, the engineering officer, considered amazing
techniques, and although some fields were fallow, the majority sprouted
with vigorous, if unrecognizable, flora.  Narrow tracks bordering the
fields provided access for the scurrying life-forms involved in
agricultural occupations.  Their constant presence made it dangerous to
attempt to port in a sample-collecting probe.  Another variety of
beetlelike creatures specialized in irrigation, trundling water, held
in body sacs, which was carefully dribbled along neat rows.  What
surprised Lieutenant Istvan Mrkovic, the science officer, who had made
due note of the teeming marine life, was that the Hivers had not made
any attempt to harvest nutritious seaweed and plankton so abundant and
easily obtained.
     'So they're vegetarians?  Seaweed's vegetable, he exclaimed.
     'They seem to be single-minded in many respects, said Anis Langio,
the astrogation officer whom Rojer admired at a distance.  She was the
prettiest of the female bridge officers and he was old enough to
appreciate her presence.  'A stagnant culture determined to replicate
itself ad infinitum.' 'That may alter,' was the captain's crisp remark.
     'I'd give anything to see a weed among all that perfection,'
remarked Anis Langio in a tone bordering on disgust.  'Talk about
purpose bio-engineering.  A purpose for every critter and a critter for
every purpose.
     Appalling.  Specialization ad absurdum!' 'Look at these,' Rojer
said, focusing his sensor at its finest magnification where gatherers
were stripping rows of a globular, green vegetable form.  Finishing the
collection, the gatherers turned from the rows into neat triple ranks
and trundled towards a central installation into which they
disappeared.
     Thousands of these installations had been scanned.
     They varied in size, evidently depending on the volume of crops,
but not in shape; all being square buildings covering three to four
acres, four or five storeys in height with interior access at ground
level along each side.  Rojer had whizzed a sensor close enough to see
that the entrance sloped downwards.  Activity continued night and day,
for the creatures apparently did not require illumination for their
tasks.
     'And we thought this duty was boring,' one yeoman was heard to
mumble, eliciting widespread grins and a mild reproof.
     'Those buildings have to be the access to tremendous subterranean
networks,' Istvan Mrkovic said thoughtfully.  'There isn't enough space
inside any of them to store the amounts brought in on a daily basis.
     Do they pick for daily use, since I noticed they do leave immature
vegetables on the vines and bushes, or just to process for storage?
     Yet I can't pick up any trace of smoke or heat to account for
cooking.
     'Vegetarians eat a lot of raw foods,' Anis remarked.
     'Or maybe they have a critter with heat-resistant paddles to stir
the stew.
     Istvan shot her a reproving look for such levity, though even the
captain smiled.  'Certainly we haven't seen anything coming back out
for distribution so that has to be taken care of underground.  Wow!
     What an organization!  You gotta give 'em that.' 'The workers have
to be fed something at some point to continue at the pace they go,'
Anis Langio said, no longer bantering.  She had her head propped on one
hand and, as she watched the screen, was idly twirling - a dart,
springy curl around one finger.  It seemed oddly out of character for
someone of her rank and experience.
     'You don't see any of them lying down on the job or expiring from
lack of care.
     'All mining must be done subterraneously, too, Mrkovic decided.
     'I haven't seen anything remotely resembling an adit but those
ships required a variety of metals.  I've noted the presence of all the
ores that we use but only that one finished ship in the construction
orbit has been covered with their special coating.  And if they have
every centimetre producing food, the planet must be full up.
     'The last harvest before blast-off;' Anis quipped.
     'Not if they've only one space-worthy ship.' 'Maybe the
agricultural workers are multi-tasked and once the harvest's in they
turn on their construction mode,' was Anis' rejoinder.  Istvan gave her
another of his disgusted looks.
     'She could be right,' Metrios said.  'The palp that pulls the
pepper could also manipulate delicate equipment.
     'And the trundlers shift struts and panels .  . .' Anis went on.
     'While the irrigators fill the fuel tanks,' Doplas, the
communications officer, said, joining in the fun.
     'That is when we must be most cautious,' the captain said, and
turned to Rojer.  'You can withdraw the monitors quickly?' Rojer
nodded.
     'Commander Yngocelen and I are still trying to include a small
self-destruct unit, sir, just in case, Metrios said.  'Small enough not
to create much flare but enough to fiz the innards to an unrecognizable
slag.' The captain nodded approval.  'Our relief ships are not that far
away.
     Rojer held his breath in surprise.  Would he actually be in on the
first invasion of a Hive world?  He had heard the gunnery officer,
Lieutenant-Commander Yngocelen, and some of his staff discussing what
would be needed to 'take out' the moon batteries, but no-one had
sounded very enthusiastic about success in that direction.  Despite all
they had seen of this Hive world, there were many unknowns.
     From their Mrdini allies, and once at first hand on Deneb, humans
did know something about Hive colonization practices.  The creatures
preferred G-type stars, M-5 type planets, worlds similar to Earth, or
Cia the Mrdini home world, which meant that the three species were in
competition with each other.  The Hive method was to send one of their
Sphere ships, managed by the Many Mind of ten to sixteen queens with
specialized workers doing whatever crewing was needed.  Each Mother
ship was equipped with scout vessels which it sent on ahead to
investigate appropriate systems.  The Hiver then 'cleared' the planet
of all life-forms, using as a fumigator first one, then other viral
infections until the world had been cleared of its indigenous
life-forms.  Then the Mother ship landed its queens and propagated its
species until the new world, too, was overpopulated, when the process
of exploration and colonization was repeated.
     'But we've seen no activity at the ships at all,' Anis said.  'Or
has the arrival of the refugee caused panic 'Hivers wouldn't know panic
if it bit them Metrios interjected drolly.
     'Well, then a rethink?  1 don't understand why they haven't done
anything to repair the refugees' ship for use if they're about to send
off a colonial expedition!' 'They also haven't restocked their moon
installations,' Yngocelen remarked.  'They pumped out a bodacious
amount of ordnance in that attack even if most of it fell short.
     Surely they'd have to replenish it unless they have almighty
storage facilities up there.' He glanced hopefully at Rojer who
laughed.
     'Sir, there's no way I can get a probe in those moon emplacements.
     Not a niche or a crack and I've no idea of what space is available
inside.  I can't 'port blind.' 'No, no, of course, you couldn't,
Rojer,' the gunnery officer replied, but his expression remained
wistful.
     'Been no messages sent there.  No communication on any frequency,
Doplas said, glancing down at his control console as if it had
capriciously malfunctioned.
     'Told ya the refugees didn't have the right password, quipped
Metrios, a grin on his narrow sardonic face.
     Then he suddenly sat up alert.  'Lookee here.  Activity in the
shipyard.' All attention was instantly focused on that screen.  'Can
you hold that monitor stationary for a bit, Rojer?' 'Sure thing,' and
he complied, trying to see what had attracted Metrios' attention.  A
wide hatch had swung open at the end of the one uncultivated area on
the whole planet - its space facility.
     'Doplas, magni,' Captain Osullivan said and paused a beat before
he added, 'Pods!  The units they're carrying look the right size and
shape to be made into escape pods.' 'To replace the ones they blew up!
     Anis added unnecessarily and glanced anxiously at the captain.
     His strong-featured face showed only keen interest in the surface
activity as hundreds of low-slung manylegged creatures, loaded with
sections, trundled slowly across the flat surface and deposited their
burdens at sixteen separate places before they scuttled back to the
aperture which sank back into the ground.
     'Are the Arapahoe and the KTTS receiving these transmissions,
Doplas?' 'Aye, sir, on automatic relay.
     Before the captain could ask Doplas to open a channel, both
Captains Quacho of the Arapahoe and Prtglm of the KTTS called in.
     'They begin to refit,' Prtglm said.  'Time takes.  Talent informs
Alliance.
     'They don't seem to be doing any work to complete the other two
ships,' Quacho remarked dubiously, his heavy brows nearly bridging over
his Roman nose.
     'Those are already fitted with escape pods,' Osullivan reminded
him.
     'Always queens are first,' Prtglm said.  'Time takes.' Rojer
dutifully made contact with Jeff Raven to report the activity and was
told to relay further developments as they occurred.  Once the ground
entrance closed, no further activity was seen.  Excitement waned and
Rojer was allowed to retire from the bridge at the end of his watch.
     Rather than have to evade questions on this new development, he
spent the evening quietly in his cabin with Gil and Kat, watching more
of the Genessee's huge library of old tri-ds until the red alert had
him 'porting himself and his friends to the escape pod assigned him.
     He and the others who occupied his pod were nearly asleep again
when the 'all-clear' hooted.
     The next morning he overslept and had to 'port himself to the
bridge to be on time.  Looking as grumpy as Rojer felt, Commander
Metrios duly noted his hurried arrival but issued no reprimand.
     Casually, Metrios told Rojer that no firther activity on the space
field had been noted.
     'Maybe they have to hatch out the assemblers?' Anis Langio
suggested and then yawned, wiggling her fingers in welcome as Rojer
stepped up to his couch.  He grinned back at her.
     'Any corrections needed, Commander?' Rojer asked Metrios,
gesturing to the screens and the roving sensors.
     'No, Roj,' Metrios said, with a wry grin.  'They're where we need
'em right now.  We're just lucky there's so much space flotsam that our
sensors seem just like one of the boys out there.
     'You know, for a planet that's spotless, - said Eri Gander, the
morale officer, who often dropped b,y Rojer's station, 'they've made a
right mess of space.
     'Haven't developed a form to gobble up their garbage, that's all,'
Metrios replied.
     'Vegetarians get their iron and minerals from their food,' Anis
remarked with an overly innocent expression on her face.  'Which
reminds me, Eri, we could use some new tri-ds.  There's nothing I
haven't seen a zillion times.
     Eri and Anis both looked queryingly at Rojer who held his arms
wide, mimicking Anis' expression.  'Look, I'm just transport.  I have
nothing to do with loading.' 'Which reminds me why I'm here,' Eri said,
turning to Rojer.  'I've four to ship back this week.' He raised his
eyebrows queryingly.
     'No problem.  My 'Dinis told me that there're two 'Dini pairs to
go as well.' Anis heaved an exaggerated sigh.  'I'm always glad to know
they are not as pa-faced and stiff-upperlipped as Prtglm pretends they
are.
     'The 'Dinis are going to hibernate,' Rqj'er said, and grinned to
defuse any criticism as he added, 'that's not considered a weakness in
'Dims.
     'At least you save them from going on the line,' Metrios said,
nodding his head approvingly.
     Anis gave a convulsive shudder.  'I don't care what euphemism they
apply to the process, it's still cannibalism.' 'Term it exigency during
long space hauls and accept that interpretation,' Mrkovic said, but his
expression indicated he was in complete agreement with the astrogator.
     'At least we have Rojer here.  Man and Mrdini's best friend is the
local FT&T Talent.' Rojer grinned back, relieved that the subject of
'Dini traditions was not pursued.  On the bridge, at least, he wasn't
quizzed to the point of aggravation by pruriently curious crewmen and
women.  He had had to make the point that he might have lived closely
with 'immature 'Dini, but he didn't know much about the adults.
     'So what's to be done today.  Commander?' he asked Metrios.
     'Close watch on the shipyard and those pod elements.
     We've got a little self-destruct package in the new ones I ordered
up in case we need to put more in action.' 'Don't I just wish we did
have some action,' said Yngocelen as he stared glumly at the static
scene on the screen.  'Aren't they putting the cart before the horse?
     I mean, assembling escape pods when they haven't repaired the hole
they put in the refugee ship?  Never did understand why they plugged
it.  Especially after they had already conned the queens into leaving
in their escape pods.' 'Puzzling indeed, Metrios admitted, 'since it
damaged a perfectly space-worthy craft which would have nicely
increased their existing fleet.' Because he now knew these officers
well enough, Rojer decided to voice his thoughts.
     'Commander, I don't think that torpedo hit a cargo or docking
area,' he said.
     'You don't?' Metrios' expression encouraged him.
     'No, sir, I think they holed the life-support systems.
     Because it was a hole, not a shattering blast.' 'Show me.' Metrios
was not the only one who perked up with interest.
     Rojer 'ported one of the monitors into the appropriate position.
     Unfortunately, the entrance point was in deep shadow.  What was
visible were the clean edges of the torpedo's entrance.  The damage
would be easily repaired.  At least it would on any of the Alliance
ships.
     'Maybe there was something in that torpedo they sent up,' Rojer
added quietly, steeling himself for dispute.
     'Yeah, but what and why?' Yngocelen asked in a caustic tone.  'We
know from even the partial reconstruction of the Great Sphere which A
Squadron discovered that they can seal off decks and areas just as we
can.
     'Yes, but the queens were evacuating and there'd be no-one to
issue orders to the workers to close anything.
     I think,' and Rojer paused so as not to sound as sure as he was of
his theory, 'this lot wouldn't want the workers spawned by other
queens.  They'd want to get rid of them before they filled the ship
with their personal workers.' 'So the torpedo delivered a gas or
something noxious to fumigate it, huh?' Yngocelen asked, mulling over
that theory.
     'Boy's got a good point,' Metrios said over Rojer's head but his
tone was approving.
     'I could send a probe inside the ship to find out, Rojer
volunteered since no-one had discredited his theory.  Although Captain
Osullivan had not taken part in the conversation, he had been
listening.
     'Then do so, Mr Lyon,' Captain Osullivan said, nodding to
Yngocelen.  'And program it for a full scan, Mr Yngocelen.  It's about
time we learned what's going on in there since Mr Lyon's Talents allow
us to be discreet.' Although Rojer sent the tiny probe through
ventilation ducts and up and down dark and empty corridors, 'nothing'
was going on inside the hulk.  Nothing apart from a haze which still
hung like a miasma in the interior, and was especially heavy in the
centre of the vessel.
     'Could be a combination fg55, the science officer said, 'because
there sure aren't any workers of any description left, and there are
signs of corrosion on the few organic substances the monitor
identifies.  The Hivers seem to specialize in lethal doses.  I wouldn't
want to send anyone in to investigate.  Despite the hole in the hull
letting vacuum in, the stuffs lingering.  It's going to take time to
flush all that out.' 'Sections weren't closed off either,' Yngocelen
said, tappinRojer approvingly on the shoulder.  'Yup, and that junk
even cleared out the tubes where larvae are stored.  Clean sweep!'
Rojer could not entirely suppress his delight that his theory had been
verified but everyone was smiling so he felt it wasn't inappropriate
for him to do so, too.
     'Good thinking, Rojer,' Osullivan said to cap his moment of
triumph.
     None the less Rojer heard - not from the direction of the officers
less grateful sentiments from one or two of the ratings on duty.
     'It was only a theory, sir,' Rojer said, altering his grin to
modest self-deprecation.  It was hard to please everyone all the time
no matter how carefully he conducted himself 'How long will it take for
that gas to clear, Mr Mrkovic?' Osullivan asked.
     'Can't say for sure, sir, it's heavy stuff: All systems are dead
on the ship.  If they were activated - - -, and he shrugged.  'With
respect, sir, the Genessee doesn't have eva suits on board that would
protect us humans against a corrosive gas atmosphere.' Nor did the
Mrdini when the options were discussed at a captains' conference.
     Although the derelict Great Sphere was being subjected to the most
exhaustive scrutiny by both humans and Mrdini, the emphasis had been on
establishing what powered Hive ships, what fuel was used, and analysing
the peculiar composition of the hull material.  Ventilation and
life-support systems were a low priority.
     'Captain Prtglin would like us to figure out a way to get in that
ship,' Captain Osullivan reported to his staaf officers.  Rojer was
also itting in as he had attended the captains' meeting as translator.
     'It has an idea,' and Osullivan's smile was amused, 'of boarding
and bringing a relatively undamaged Hive ship back to Clarf.  I gather
Prtglin is to be retired at the end of this mission and it would like
to do so in glory, as it were.' There were murmurs of understanding for
such ambition.
     'I didn't think Mrdini did things like retire,' Anis Langio
remarked.
     Osullivan cleared his throat and smoothed back his hair.  'I
believe it's a question of size.' 'Yeah, it is the biggest 'Dini I've
ever seen, Yngocelen sao thoughy.  'If it gets much bigger, it won't
fit in its own ship.  It has to bend over to walk our companionways and
this ship's built for tall.' As the gunnery officer was just under the
two-metre mark, he was sympathetic.  'But you know,' he went on
offhandedly, 'maybe Rojer could 'port a small boarding party directly
into the torpedo hole.  They're obviously waiting until the gas
disperses.  Of course, we'd have to figure a way of doing that first.
     'What do we know about the Hiver ventilation systems?' Osullivan
asked rhetorically.
     'No more than what the probe could see, sir,' Metrios replied.
     'Any idea of where or what the controls would be?' Everyone turned
in Rojer's direction.
     'Me?  I know as much as you do but 'But what, Mr Lyon?' the
captain prompted in an encouraging tone.
     -'Well, sir; when I first came on board, I believe I mentioned
that groups back on the home worlds are --trying to reassemble the
innards of the Great Sphere?
     We know what the main investigative team is working on - the fuel
and engines - but maybe somebody else might have a clue to the
life-support area.  I could make a discreet enquiry.' 'Of whom?' --'The
T-8 engineer at the Aurigae Tower.
     Metrios looked considerably more receptive the moment Rojer
mentioned 'engineer' 'Please contact him then.  Discreetly, of course,
Osullivan asked Rojer.
     'Certainly, sir,' Rojer replied.  He had determinedly not fallen
into the habit of naval parlance of responding with the usual 'aye,
sir'.  That was his subtle reaction to 'boy' and 'civilian' Metrios
grinned.  'Would you need much power?' 'Not for a query, Rojer said,
grinning back.  Xexo would be as up to date as possible on what was
being assembled, either by the naval or the 'civilian' piece jiggers.
     And he might even have some informed guesses.  'Thing worries me,
though, is that that explosion might also have taken out the
ventilation control system.
     'That's a distinct possibility.  Sure wrecked the area,' Metrios
said Rojer held up one hand, indicating he was initiating his query,
but he sensed a definite eagerness in the atmosphere of the bridge.
     Clearly Captain Prtglm was not the only one who wanted to secure a
trophy out of this encounter.  Of course, the Genessee and the Arnpahoe
would share any honours with the KTTS.
     Everyone in the Alliance would rejoice to have purloined a nearly
operational ship from a Hive colony.
     He suppressed the chuckle that threatened to overset his composure
and sternly focused his mind on the gestalt to send the message.
     Familiarity with Xexo's mind made the 'pathing easier.  Rojer
elected to make it an informal query because nothing might come of it
and there was no point in getting hopes up only to dash them down.
     Xexo was surprised to hear Rojer.
     Come through loud and clear, lad.  But shouldn't you No, this is
between you and me, Xexo, about our piecing.
     They don't have a set on board here and I need your help on one
aspect of the reconstruction.
     Oh, well, in that case Xexo had always been more interested in the
mechanical aspects of Tower than protocol so he made no further
objections.  whaddya need to know?
     What Xexo knew about the ventilation and lifesupport systems was
incomplete.  In fact, Rojer realized that his probe had accumulated
more cogent information which he then shared with the T-8.  Xexo could
then confirm that the main environmental control systems had probably
been demolished by the torpedo.
     Queens seem to have had an independent emergency supply.
     Get that started and you m(ght flush a lot of the gas out,
'specially with a hole already in the hull.  Hey, you guys bring that
ship back and you will be real heroes!  Xexo added, excitement
colouring his usual imperturbable manner.
     Too much of the ship Squadron A salvaged has been damaged beyond
guess or gosh.  Then Xexo 'showed' Rojer what diagrams existed,
incomplete as they were.
     'Since the queens abandoned ship,' Metrios said when he had a
chance to study what Rojer transferred to the screen, 'that area would
not have been secured.
     But it appears,' and his finger wandered off the diagram, 'that
one could flush the system of the gas quite efficiently from the main
circulation point.
     'If we knew how to work such controls,' Rojer said.
     "Dinis keep telling us that the queens developed specific workers
for various ship operations.  What would a life-support worker look
like?' Metrios shmgged.  'That'd be a problem.  They seem to produce
all kinds of workers.
     The other officers on duty on the bridge had been following the
conversations.
     'The 'Dini records have reconstructions of some definite types,
from corpses that were found after space battles,' Anis Langio said and
keyed in a program.  They all watched as the sketches were accessed.
     Langio gave a snort.  'Take your pick.' 'That queen they've got at
Heinlein Moon Base?
     Have her eggs hatched yet?' Metrios asked.
     'They're growing and she's eating,' Rojer replied with a shrug.
     He was still in two minds about his sister Zara's interference,
even if it had saved the queen from hypothermia.
     One of the three pods to escape the Great Sphere had contained a
live and egg-heavy queen.  Conveying the pod to the Heinlein Moon Base
had been Rojer Lyon's first official duty as a Prime, though his father
had been the focus of the kinetic energy of that teleportation.  An
observation module had kept close track of her activities since she had
emerged.  She was, in fact, the first living specimen of the Hive race
that either human or Mrdini had seen.  Her continued existence had
elicited controversy and, sometimes, strain among the Allies.
     Fortunately some of the more liberal Mrdini leaders also felt that
the need to know more about their enemy was of greater importance than
a very public and summary execution, no matter how psychologically
satisfying.  Others found some beauty in her mantis-like appearance:
the maudlin were deeply concerned about her total isolation and
incarceration.
     'I'd heard that each queen lays several different types of
workers,' Anis Langio said.  'Maybe she'd been programmed for the type
we need right now.' She turned an impudent gamine grin on her audience.
     'If we knew what sort we needed,' Metrios said, gloomily.  He
leaned forward across his panel.  'If we could somehow clear enough of
the gas to put a salvage crew aboard 'Ah, we're much too far away to
use tractor beams .  . .' Yngocelen said and then turned brightly to
Rojer.
     'Hey, don't look at me.  That's mass, Commander,' Rojer said,
fending off that suggestion with raised hands.
     'It'd take a whole Tower crew to shift that one.' 'Then it'd've to
be a landing party - 'With Hiver ground batteries trained on it?'
Yngocelen asked sarcastically.  'They'd blast it out of the sky once
they saw it moving away rather than let us have it.' 'But they don't
know we're here, Langio reminded them.
     'And they're not supposed to, - Metrios said, heaving a sigh.
     'Rojer, you couldn't just inch it out of their surface to-air
missile range?' Langio asked plaintively.
     'No, I couldn't.  Not even to give Captain Prtglm its moment of
glory.' 'Now wait a minute,' Metrios said, and turning to his console
accessed another program.  'To get the Great Sphere back, two
Galaxy-class ships acted as tows, and a shuttle was attached to control
directional thrusters 'So?' Yngocelen asked.
     'If we could mount thrusters on the hull - .  -' 'That would mean
we'd be seen from the surface Yngocelen interjected.  'Oh .  ' he added
and turned, as Metrios had, to Rojer.
     Rojer shook his head.  'Look, sirs,' and he paused to give the
courtesy address emphasis, 'I'm glad to oblige with a lot of things but
if anyone - - anything - .
     down there is monitoring space - and they sure knew when the
refligee ship arrived - thrusters big enough to move it out of orbit
would be very very visible, even if putting them there wasn't.' 'What
do we know about Hiver eyesight?' 'They probably have a specialist for
that, too,' Anis remarked in a caustic tone.
     'Possibly,' Metrios agreed and then went on, 'but why would they
be watching a ship they know is disabled and uninhabited?' Clearly, he
wanted to defend his strategy.  'They don't know we're here.  They
certainly wouldn't expect anyone to come robbing them of a ship.
     Surprise is a big plus 'Our orders, gentlemen,' and Captain
Osullivan reminded them in droll reprimand, 'are to hold a watching
brief.' Then he gave them a wistful smile.  'The Council has not given
us any latitude.  We are especially not to engage the enemy at this
point in time.' He heard their murmurs of discontent and
disappointment.  'If we can follow their ion trails, they can follow
ours.' 'True enough, sir, but they don't have another operational
vehicle,' Metrios pointed out.
     'We have our orders, gentlemen, and we will obey them,' Osullivan
said and strode to his command chair where he remained for the rest of
that watch.
     It was the next morning that the captain asked Rojer to report to
the bridge before his usual watch.
     'It occurred to me, Rojer,' Osullivan said at his most relaxed and
genial, 'that we shouldn't miss a golden opportunity.' 'Which one,
sir?' Rojer asked dubiously, glancing at Metrios, Doplas and Yngocelen
who were ranged behind the captain.
     Osullivan grinned as did the others.  'Only that one area of this
vessel is destroyed?  Right?' When Rojer nodded, the captain went on,
'You seemed to have no difficulty 'porting that monitor around the
interior.' 'It was a small one, with a limited detection capacity Oh, I
see At Rojer's sudden comprehension, Osullivan turned to the other
officers.  'He catches on real quick.  Good lad.  If we can present
coherent diagrams of every level of this ship, the crews restoring the
Great Sphere will have a template to work from.  Captain Prtglm
informed me that the design has not altered in all the centuries
they've been dealing with the Hivers.' 'Except for the size of the
Great Sphere - - - Metrios interposed.
     'Would you oblige?' Osullivan said, gesturing at Rojer's couch and
grinning with invitation.
     'I don't see why not, sir.  I've been everywhere else I could
'port a device.  But what about the corrosive gas 'You can use as many
as you need,' Metrios said expansively.  'When the captain made his
suggestion, we found a coating that will somewhat retard corrosion.
     I think!  I hope.  First one you have to bring back, we'll run an
analysis on and see if we can't identi the combo used.
     'I've altered the visual schematics, Doplas said eagerly, 'so that
we can get dimensional read-out and identify any gross design
alterations.' Rojer found the process more time-consuming than tiring
but he was very glad when that watch was over.
     Five probes had been affected by the gas and he had deposited them
in a gas-proof container in the ship's lab.  While it was not as large
as the Great Sphere, his first day's investigations had delineated only
a very small segment of the total ship.  But there was enough to cause
every science and specialist officer on all three ships to spend the
rest of the day analysing and rendering drawings.  The gas had done its
work thoroughly: only such stores as had been encased in metal
survived.
     As Rojer 'ported the probes further inboard, printouts became
blurred where the gas was thick.  There came a point of no input.
     Sufficient had been gathered to give the squadron some idea of the
interior layout of the vessel: someone called it a 'spaghetti-macaroni
network of tubes, tunnels and conduits'.  There were features in the
ceilings and along the floors of the queens' quarters which gave rise
to considerable speculation.  Was each of the queens responsible for
one aspect of the ship's operations?  Or were the controls mutual?
     'The Rowan said she met a "Many Mind",' Rojer said, trying to
sound impartial while reporting his grandmother's action, 'a nexus of
the queens which is what she immobilized when she was focus for her
merge.
     'So it's likely the queens moved in concert?' asked Osullivan.
     'That's consonant with the hive mentality: all working for the
same objective,' the xeno officer replied.
     Lieutenant Sedim Mehmet had been asked to sit in on a primarily
engineering conference.
     'Those control panels are undamaged,' Metrios said, switching the
screen to that set of printout.  'But I'd need a ladder to reach 'em
and which would control what!' 'Don't seem to be any touch-type
arrangement, Yngocelen remarked.  'But perhaps when back-lit we'd
identi controls.' 'The queens' palps are odd-shaped,' Mehmet reminded
them.  'Palps end in different-sized triangular joints.' 'The p,'
Osullivan said, 'is not so much the shape as the function.
     On that they were all agreed.  Captain Prtglm seemed to sink
deeper onto its stool, spreading its bulk noticeably.  Rojer thought it
was depressed by this current impasse.  Gil and Kat said their Great
Captain had already achieved many battle honours but it wanted one more
significant honour to add to a career that had spanned over a hundred
human-length years.  Rojer could sympathize with that wish, knowing
that Prtglm's colour would bask in glory for centuries more if it could
bring back to Clarf an empty Hive ship.
     Rojer and some of the lesser staff members were politely thanked
and dismissed from the conference.
     Since it was likely he'd be called to send back a report at the
conclusion of the meeting, Rojer took the opportunity to grab something
to eat.  The sort of mental work he did made him ravenous.  Rather than
appear to eat more than was considered polite on ship, Rojer often
secreted food in his cabin for emergencies.  He always had something
for Gil and Kat, too, and so they were indulging in an illicit feast
when his comunit clicked on.
     'Require Talent assistance return,' said Prtglm's unmistakable
tones.  'Talent to return, too.' WE COME, Too?' Gil asked and Kat was
hanging on Rojer's response.
     RJR SEES NO REASON NOT.  PkTGLM NEVER NOTICES YOU ANYHOW.  While
Rojer knew Pkgtglni was a Great One, he had been slightly peeved that
it was too great a personage to notice his dear friends.  He took Gil
and Kat across to the KTTS whenever possible because they did enjoy
visiting among their own kind.
     'WE USE BIGGEST CARRIER ANYWAY.  YOU HIDE IN DARK.
     Knowing it would take the 'Dini captain time to make its ponderous
way from the bridge area to the transfer pod in the cargo bay, Rojer
stripped out of his rumpled shipsuit and donned a clean one, buckling
on the formal belt and pouch he rarely bothered to wear.
     He was in awe of Great Captain Prtglm and a 'uniformed' appearance
bolstered his morale.
     Gil and Kat were so excited they squirmed in his arms as he
gathered them up for the 'port.  Actually, he landed neatly right at
the hatch to the cargo bay, and in an empty corridor.  He could,
however, feel the vibration in the deck plates of a heavy' tread.
     'QUICK, YOU TWO,' he urged, adding body language to his words,
opening the hatch and thrusting the two warm furry bodies ahead of him.
     'THE GREAT ONE COMES.  FEEL HIM?' His two friends scurried to the
large pod that would be used.  They opened it and were disappearing
inside as Rojer explained to the deck officer that he'd be taking the
captain back to the KTTS.
     'You sure know when that biggie's coming, doncha,' Ensign Menburia
said as the vibration through the deck plates was even more
discernible.  'No disrespect intended, but it can barely get through
that hatch.
     Oops!' And the ensign ducked back to her engineering board as the
massive figure of Prtglm appeared.
     The captain required time to settle itself in the pod while the
cargo bay crew appeared extremely busy at their stations.  Finally,
Rojer could enter.
     'Is power up, ensign?' Rojer called and received a thumbs up from
Menburia.  He closed the hatch and tried to compress himself so as not
to touch the captain.
     A Great One did not appreciate tactile contact.
     Rojer picked up the pulse of generators he was now as familiar
with as Xexo's at Aurigae Tower.  He knew where he was going and
'ported them on board the KTTS so lightly he was sure that Prtglm
wasn't even aware the transfer had taken place until the hatch was
opened by one of its own officers, and it was officially welcomed back
on board.  Prtglm rattled several phrases off so quickly that Rojer
didn't follow the sense of them.
     Something about 'new probes' and 'decision' COME,' Prtglm said
curtly to Rojer as soon as it had its back legs on the deck.  Rojer
scrambled out to see Prtglm making its way to an opening that led to
the interior of the 'Dini ship, not to the bridge as Rojer had
expected.
     It was as well Prtglm made its way without a backward glace for
Gil and Kat suddenly clung on to Rojer's hands.
     WHAT'S WRONG?' he asked but each made the sudden quick head
movement that told him to keep quiet.  He could feel their digits
trembling despite the strength with which they held on to him.
     They were alone as they followed Prtglm down the corridor which
was just wide enough to accommodate the massive body of the captain.
     Then a hatch slid back and Prtglm entered, pausing to gesture to
them to hurry.
     Rojer obeyed despite the fact that both Gil and Kat seemed to
impede his forward progress.
     WHAT'S WRONG?' he muttered, bending down to their ear holes.
     Kat managed a quavery noise and, taking a breath as if steeling
itseW stepped over the hatch and into the big hangar facility.  Rojer
and Gil followed.  Rojer knew his dear friends were awed by any
proximity t& Prtglm, but there was some new quality in their manner now
that began to infect him with doubt and anxiety.
     The hangar was dark, but Rojer could make out racks of long, slim
shapes that had a metallic shine: many of them.  Light came up and
Rojer blinked to adjust to the glare.  Gil and Kat audibly moaned.
     These were not probes, Rojer instantly noted: they had a precision
of line that made their purpose unmistakable even before his horrified
stare took in the deadly bulb of a warhead on the pointed end.  And
there were an awful lot of them.
     Prtglm's digits flashed over a terminal and the multiple screens
above it flicked on, each with a different view.
     Three depicted the orbiting sphere ships, another the flat surface
of the space field, and the rest were split, sometimes in three
separate scenes, showing the largest of the square buildings his probes
had found.
     The sick feeling in Rojer's guts developed rapidly into a
certainty that was no precog.  If he had not been so immobilized by
fear and shock, he would have 'ported himself and his friends out of
the hangar.  But he couldn't move.  He couldn't believe that Prtglm
would make such a devastating unilateral decision.  Somehow he had to
stop it from happening.
     TALENT!' Prtgim turned and it had never appeared so massive or
forbidding in aspect.
     'GREAT ONE,' Rojer managed to say before he had to swallow
convulsively to wet his dry mouth and throat.
     YOU SEND MANY THINGS TO WORLD BELOW.  YOU SEND THESE.  TO THESE
PLACES!  THEN SQUADRON TAKES SPHERE AND RETURNS WITH TRUE HONOUR.
     'Sir, these are bombs?' Rojer forgot all 'Dini.
     OF COURSE, and the captain's body made the massive surge from
bottom to top that was an angry reaction to the question: indeed to any
questioning.
     'I am not permitted to destroy, sir.' Rojer concentrated on
speaking clearly and firmly.
     YOU 'PORT MANY THINGS.  BOMBS ARE BEST!
     Most 'Dini voices expressed little emotion but Prtglm's
intonations were rich with satisfaction and righteous vengeance.
     I AM NOT PERMITTED TO DESTROY, SIR.  MY ORDERS ARE STRICT.' Rojer
fell back into 'Dini, hoping he could make his point better in that
language.
     YOUR ORDERS ARE TO WATCH, NOT DESTROY ORDERS WHICH CAME FROM
COORDINATOR GKTMGLNT, ADMIRAL TOHL MEK- TURIAN.  THIS LOW PERSON CANNOT
DISOBEY ORDERS.' LOW PERSON RJR OBEYS THE ORDER OF PRTGLM NOW!  OBEY.'
Prtglm began to pulse and expand, a frightening aspect that rooted
Rojer to the deck but did not alter his determination to disobey.
     'I am not permitted, Great One, he repeated, dropping to one knee
in an attitude of respectful subGREAT ONE PRTGLM, RJR IS FORBIDDEN BY
HUMAN GREAT ONES TO DESTROY anything,' Gil said, inching forward with
the greatest respect it could display.
     THE HUMAN IS TO OBEY OR HUMAN WILL BE ON THE LINE.
     Rojer could not believe what he heard.
     I CANNOT OBEY CAPTAIN PRTGLM!' Fury engorged the captain now and,
in a movement so swift Rojer could have done nothing to intervene,
Prtglm's top arms descended on Gil's poll eye and smashed its immature
body to the deck.
     'OBEY!' roared Prtglm and, lifting its great gory forearms, began
the downward swing that would have also killed Rojer.
     ''PORT,' Kat cried, shoving Rojer to one side and taking the blow
meant for him which crumbled it beside the mangled body of Gil.
     'Port Rojer did, out of the KTTS, and to the one place automatic
reflexes could take him without conscious thought!
     'Where the hell could he get to?' Captain Osullivan said, scowling
with annoyance.  'He knows the time he's due here for the daily
report.' 'Sir?' Doplas said from his com station, 'Ensign Menburia says
that Rojer 'ported Captain Prtglm back to the KTTS at 1130.  She logged
that and saw them depart.' 'Porting doesn't take Rojer more than thirty
seconds.  Where'd he go then?  Did the ensign see?' 'Sir, the log says
that Rojer accompanied the captain.
     At its request evidently.  He had his 'Dinis with him.
     'So?' 'Com officer of the KTTS says that neither the human Rojer
nor his 'Dinis are on board.' 'Is there a record of when Rojer 'ported
back here?' 'According to their records, the captain's pod is still in
place and the human Rojer has not approached anyone on the KTTS.  The
big pod did not return here.
     'Aw, now wait a bleeding minute - -' Metrios began in total
disgust.  'If the pod is over there, on the KTTS, Rojer has to be
there.  Talents don't generally 'port themselves about in a space
vacuum.  Dangerous.  And what's he been doing there for over eight
hours anyway.
     'I should very much like to know,' the captain said in a tight,
controlled voice.
     'This isn't like Rojer,' Anis Langio said.
     'Darrimit, Anis, I know that,' Osullivan said, shifting about in
his command chair, his face grim.  'Metrios, any power use consistent
with a long-distance 'port?' 'No, sir,' the engineering officer said
with only the briefest of glances at his station printout.  'And
there's no way Rojer could 'port all the way back to Aurigae or even
Clarf which is spatially nearer.
     Osullivan stared grimly at the digital time display as the seconds
and hundreds turned over rapidly.  His fingers rattled an agitated
tattoo on his hand rest.
     'Sound a yellow alert.  Ship's crew to locate Mr Lyon.
     This ship is to be searched stem to stern.  Alert Captain Quacho.
     Doplas, I want to speak to Captain Prtglm.' 'It hasn't been
available, sir,' Doplas said in a semiapologetic tone.
     'It'll be available to me, Doplas!' Osullivan's icy tone made
Doplas' fingers skip over the touch-plates.
     'Prtglm is not available for speech,' the 'Dini com officer said.
     'PRTGLM IS NOT AVAILABLE,' it repeated in its own language to be
sure the information was understood.
     'We search for Rojer y,) Doplas said.
     'RJR LN REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO THIS SHIP, Osullivan added to be
sure the 'Dini officer also understood.
     This time the 'Dini officer shook its upper body and then directed
its poll eye fully at the screen.  'NO HUMAN ON THE KTTS.' The screen
went blank.
     'What's all this about young Lyon disappearing?' demanded Captain
Quacho, his image illuminating the main screen.  'We've supplies to
come in and I've two crew needing to go back on the carrier.  I've been
waiting for Rojer's signal to bring them over.
     'A full ship search is under way, Quacho.  I understand Lyon's
disappearance no better than you do.  And he's not on the 'Dini ship!'
Osullivan grimaced and he rubbed his jaw.  If the boy had gone to the
'Dini ship, why hadn't he come back aboard the Genessee?
     'Sir?' An excited voice immediately captured his attention.  'Sir,
one of the escape pods is gone.' 'Which?' Osullivan snapped the query
out in such a hard voice that even Doplas recoiled.
     'One oh eight, starboard, sir.  And the controls were altered to
make it appear to be still in place.' No-one on the bridge needed to
remark that the one-oh-eight pod was the one assigned to Rojer Lyon.
     'Has there been any activity towards the planet?' Osullivan
demanded.  When he received a negative reply, 'Or towards that damned
empty hull?' 'No, sir.  And I'm scanning for a recent ion trail.' 'The
boy wouldn't have had to use the escape pod engine, Metrios,' Osullivan
said, puzzled, angry and half-despairing.  He had grown quite fond of
young Lyon.  The boy had conducted himself extremely well and been as
helpful as he could, way beyond the scope of his original assignment.
     'Something happened while he was on board the KTTS,' Metrios said
in a quiet, intense tone of voice.
     'His 'Dinis went with him?' Osullivan knew that they had but he
grasped at that one possibility of finding out what happened.
     'Yes, sir, Ensign Menburia now reports that they slipped on board
the probe before Prtglm or Lyon did.' 'They often went with him,' Anis
said softly.
     Osullivan waved his hand to cut off discussion.  The boy had used
an escape pod after a trip to the KTTS in Prtglm's company.  The 'Dini
was determined to return home in honour.  Suddenly, Osullivan jumped to
a conclusion he did not like, not any aspect of it and not for any
reason.
     'Let us hope he can reach his family safely.' Everyone on the
bridge turned to stare at their captain and then began to exchange
shocked glances.  Metrios propped his head in his hands and stared down
at the lights running their normal patterns on his board.  Just then,
they gave him little consolation.
     Captain Osullivan, this is Jeff Raven.  why is my grandson not in
touch with us?
     captain Osullivan had been expecting some form of contact from the
FT&T Prime ever since the time for the usual daily call had passed, and
still more seconds ticked by.
     'Earth Prime, he is no longer on board the Genessee.
     We had hopes that he has made his way back to you, or his home
world.' Osullivan spoke aloud so that the bridge crew would understand
that he was communicating with the Prime.
     Surely you realize, Captain, that Rojer is not able to make such a
long-distance 'portation without assistance.  what has happened to my
grandson?
     'We do not know, sir, and we are extremely worried.' The captain
then detailed the known sequence of events leading up to the discovery
of the missing escape pod.
     Then he cleared his throat.  'Prime Raven, it is my bdief,
unsupported though it is, that Captain Prtglm may know either where
Rojer is or why he left so abruptly.  But the captain is unavailable.
     I request formal permission from Gktmglnt to board the KTTS and
investigate.
     That will be unnecessary, Captain, though the ojoffer is certainly
appreciated.  I am informing the Htg'h Council of Prime Lyon's
disappearance.  You may expect assistance shortly.  Have the courtesy
to await it.
     'Of course, Prime Raven.' Captain Osullivan inclined his head in
obedience to that directive and then sighed.
     Ask your medic for an analgesic, Captain.  A direct send to a
non-empath u'ill produce an intense headache.
     Raven's advice was kindly, and something unknotted in Osullivan's
midriff 'Someone's coming,' he added, remembering no-one else on the
bridge had heard the message.
     'Soon?' asked Anis, her pretty face flushed with concern.
     'Can't be soon enough,' Metrios said in a growl.
     'Aye!' The single word of accord came from many directions around
the bridge.
     The sound reverberated with acutely felt echoes and Osullivan
retired briefly to his ready room to find a pain killer before his
brain burst through his skull.
     Precisely three-quarters of a very long hour passed before a glad
message was relayed from the cargo deck.
     'Passenger pod aboard, sir.' 'Escort the passenger to the bridge
immediately, Mr Menburia.' 'No need, Captain, said a curt feminine
voice and the Rowan, a large dark-grey 'Dini beside her, and Afra Lyon,
with a smaller 'Dini pair flanking him, appeared on the bridge upper
level.
     Osullivan shot to his feet and was halfivay to the Rowan when she
held up her hand to restrain his impulse.  Once again he felt a mental
touch and almost recoiled from a second experience.
     'Sorry, Captain,' the Rowan said with a fleeting smile.  The pain
went as quickly as it had begun.  'It was the quickest way for me.
     'We apologize for taking so long getting here,' Afra went on.  'We
stopped at appropriate intervals to listen.
     'Ohhhh,' and Osullivan breathed one single despairing note of
denial.
     'My grandson is alive,' the Rowan added, her expression severe.
     Afra nodded a brief reinforcement of her statement.  'We would
know if he was not, if that affords you any consolation.' 'It does.'
'We must go aboard the KTTS.  Do you have any pictures of its bridge
configuration?' Afra asked.
     'Here,' Doplas said, pointing to his screen.
     'That's enough,' the Rowan said and turned towards the engineering
position.  'You are Commander Metrios?  I thought so.  We will need a
touch of power.' 'All you want,' Metrios said, throwing his hands up in
exaggerated relief at being able to do something.
     Their air of competenceee and determination revived him from the
despair which had engulfed him since Rojer's disappearance became
known.
     The generators surged briefly and the group were gone.  Someone
breathed a 'wow!' of awe.
     'The Rowan?' Yngocelen asked in a low voice.
     Osullivan nodded.
     'I thought she 'never left Callisto.' 'Not often, but she's the
clout needed,' Osullivan said, encouraged in spite of his pessimistic
fears.
     'Sir?' Ensign Menburia's voice sounded almost apologetic.  'They
brought the supplies, too 'That boy must be found, safe and unharmed!'
Osullivan said, bringing both fists down hard on the arm rests.  He had
personal as well as professional reasons, and a few which would have
repercussions that he didn't want to think about, even clear-headed.
     'Aye, aye, sir!' The Rowan had been angry before with the
stupidity of people, or things, or avoidable accidents, but she had
never been so frighteningly angry before.  Even as Jeff had been
receiving information from the Genessee, he had Gollee Gren contacting
the Mrdini High Council representative stationed on Earth.  Mrtgrts was
not only a grey, Captain Prtglm's colour, but it was the High
Councillor's chief liaison official and had served two decades as
manager of the 'Dini colony world, Sef.
     It immediately volunteered to accompany whomever the Earth Prime
sent to investigate.
     The Rowan had informed Earth Prime that none other than herself
would be the FT&T representative, having forcibly overruled her
daughter who felt she had the right to discover what had happened to
her own son.  Aungac may not be without its Prime, Damia, and that's
that.  But the Rowan had then relented sufficiently to ask Afra to
accompany her.  You can manage without Afra and lie is the boy's
father.  But Aungac can't manage without you.
     Then how is it that Callisto can do without its Prime?
     Damia had demanded caustically.  He's my son!
     And my grandson and I carry more clout.  Ca llis to 5 in occlusion
or we'd've had to sendjeran.
     I'd rather you went, Damia said, subsiding.
     We will find Rqier, dear girl.  We will.  You know lie's alive.
     Yes, I know he's alive and Damia's tone dwindled off while leaving
her mother with the full fmpact of her shock and despair.
     Now 'port your husband and your 'Dinis.  We'll need them almost as
much as we'll need me.
     The Rowan had almost baulked at waiting for the cluster of supply
pods destined for Squadron B but the handlers at Callisto had the pods
attached with such alacrity that she didn't have time enough to voice
an objection.
     I'd hazard that the supplies are needed for the morale value if
nothing else, Jeff said soothingly.  Rojer seems to have been very well
liked and Captain Osullivan is genuinely and deeply upset by his
disappearance.
     And so he should be.  A good lad.  Not too cocky either.
     The Rowan did not, however, wait until the encircling pods were
removed by the Genessee cargo handlers but 'ported herself and her
companions directly to the bridge.  She heard Captain Osullivan's
apologies and a reiteration of the circumstances.  Then she and Afra
'ported with their 'Dinis to the KTTS where they were met by the next
in command, another grey 'Dini of good size but one who instantly made
deep obeisance to Mrtgrts.
     THE PRESENCE OF PRTGLM IS REQUIRED,' Mrtgrts said, its tone coming
from deep inside its strong large body.
     The poll eye of every 'Dini on the bridge was turned respectfully
in its direction.
     I, PRIME OF CALLISTO, REQUIRE THE PRESENCE OF PRTGLM NOW!' the
Rowan said, drawing herself up to her full height.  Despite being
dwarfed by almost all the 'Dini bridge staff, she was so imperious in
manner that she received equal respect and attention.
     I, FR, SIRE OF RJR LN, REQUIRE THE PRESENCE OF PRTGLM,' Afra said
and he towered above everyone.
     Though he knew the 'Dini were not empathic, he allowed himself the
luxury of radiating the anger and indignation that consumed him despite
all his attempts to suppress such un-methody emotions.
     Trp and Flk, the 'Dinis who had lived with Damia and Afra for the
past eighteen years, suddenly began to swell.
     WE KNOW.  WE GO,' said Trp, and with no further explanation it and
Flk ran, as nearly as their body shapes allowed them, to a bridge exit
and disappeared.  That precipitous departure caused some of the lower
crew members to moan and prostrate themselves.
     Mrtgrts took charge, flicking one set of digits in a warning to
the two humans.  The Rowan bridled, incensed to be ignored.
     Don't, Rowan.  Let Mrtgrts handle this.  I've never seen such
behaviour from 'Dinis before and we must be patient Patient?  when we
don't know We know that Rojer lives.  if we can find out what caused
him to run like that A Gwyn-Raven doesn't run, the Rowan began, her
mental tone a vivid purple-red she was so incensed.
     'There has been a command failure,' Mrtgrts told them suddenly and
now it, too, made a humble inclination of its upper body to the
Talents.
     'A what?' 'Prtglm has attempted unilateral action that would not
be approved by Admiral Mktrn or Gktmglnt.' Mrtgrts bowed again, its
colour paling to exhibit a degree of embarrassment that Afra had seen
only in very young 'Dini miscreants.
     'What sort of action?' the Rowan demanded imperiously.
     'The Talent offspring of Afra Lyon became so deft at sending
unseen probes that Prtglin saw the opportunity to destroy the flinction
of this world for ever.
     Damn!  The word exploded with ferocity in the Rowan's livid mind
and included the actions which she desired to inflict on Prtglm's
person.
     'How dared it!' Afra's fliry matched the Rowan's and Mrtgrts
swayed back from them as if it felt the impact as a personal blow.
     'That was not the assignment my son accepted and that I, as his
parent, approved, Mrtgrts.  I do not know what punishment can be meted
out to a personage of Prtglm's rank and colour but this is an
unacceptable perversion of FT&T services and a gross affront to the
pacific nature of FT&T personnel.' 'All FT&T services will be withdrawn
from the Rowan began, suddenly white and trembling with reaction.
     Flk and Trp returned, their pelts almost colourless.
     THERE ARE MANY PUNITIVE MISSILES IN THE CARGO BAY.  GRL AND KTG
DIED ON THE LINE.
     The Rowan's face mirrored the horror both she and Afra felt.
     No wonder Rojer disappeared, she said in the saddest tone Afra had
ever heard from her in all their long association.  She swayed and he
stepped close to support her.
     'ESCORT ME, Mrtgrts told the bridge officer who had met them.  Its
whole body shuddering, it turned to another of the exits from the
bridge facility, Flk and Trp falling in behind him.
     The Rowan made a move to follow but Afra restrained her and eased
her on to the nearest stool before her knees buckled.  Keeping one hand
lightly under her arm to comfort her, Afra blanked out the flood of
emotions she continued to broadcast.  Far better for all if she
dispersed as much of her feelings as possible where it could not be
felt or heard before Mrtgrts returned.
     why would Rojer's 'Dinis be killed, Afra?  why?  They were young,
blameless.
     Rojer would have refused outright to 'port weapons of any kind,
Afra said wearily for he now had a sense of what had probably taken
place.  He oughtn't really to have sent probes either, but certainly
the knowledge that has been amassed is more than worth that shg'ht
deviation from his orders.  But - Afra shook his head.
     We started these operations to clear the stars of Hive incursions,
didn't we?  the Rowan began and Afra was relieved by the healthier
indignation of her mind.
     It was also mutually decided by the Alliance not to promulgate any
attack against an entrenched Hiver position because we bloody well
couldn't succeed.
     The least that should be done is blow up those ships so this group
will be planet-bound for a long time to come, and her eyes flashed with
determination to wrest that much of a concession from those who
preferred non-aggression.
     We'll never be able to communicate with that species.  I certainly
don't want to have to meet any mind of theirs again, single or many!
     Afra certainly understood her hostility and resentment of the
species but he had been raised on a methody planet which did not
approve of violence of any kind, even in self-defence.  'There are
always alternatives: keep talking' had been the guiding rule about
confrontations that might lead to force and bloodshed.
     Until we can find the weaknesses of this species, we cannot arrive
at a solution which will produce success without needless waste of
life, he said as gently and persuasively as possible.
     He didn't wish to aggravate the Rowan, and he knew her sentiments
in depth, but he also had the right to his opinions and the right to
express them.
     Even when Rojer has been the first casualty of such an attitude?
     The Rowan's grey eyes flashed at him and she shifted herself away
from his gentle support.
     He sighed but he expected nothing else.
     A door whooshed open and Mrtgrts stood there a moment, its poll
eye aimed directly at the two human Talents.  As it stepped onto the
bridge, Flk and Trp followed.
     PRTGLM EXCEEDED ORDER AND OBEDIENCE.  A CARRIER IS CURRENTLY
AVAILABLE.  IT MUST BE TRANSPORTED TO CLaRF IF SUCH A TASK CAN BE
REQUESTED OF TALENTS, KNOWING THAT A YOUNG OF YOURS HAS BEEN BASELY
ABUSED.  THERE WILL BE NO GOOD GREY DREAMS.
     The Rowan gave a little shiver.  I'd like to consign Prtglm to
this primary, not to Cia That would be sparing Prtglm the ultimate
humiliation, Rowan, Afra pointed out.  I can send a carrier that far if
you would rather not deal with the send.
     Oh, and her eyes blazed at him, in that case I myself will bump
him back to Clarf arid half bury the capsule Afra signalled her to wait
as he turned to Flk and Trp.  'WHAT HAPPENED TO GRL AND KTG AND WHY?'
THEY PRESUMED TO INTERFERE WITH PRTGLM'S ORDERS TO RJR.  PRTGLM
PUNISHED SUCH PRESUMPTION' The Rowan hid her eyes for a moment and a
sob racked her.  Afra sent the gentlest soothing thought he could,
though his heart pounded bitterly at the sacrifice, at the terrible
shock such a loss would have dealt his son.  Rojer was no older, in
either 'Dini or human terms, than the two who had tried to help him.
     Afra could and did allow himself a brief surge of pride in a boy
who would not be coerced into doing something against training and
conscience.
     THEY,' Flk continued, drawing itself up straight, 'DO HONOUR TO
THEIR COLOUR AND THAT OF YOUR DWELLING.' THEY HONOURED MY SON MORE,'
Afra said though his voice cracked uncertainly.  He bowed his head and
let his tears flow.  The 'Dinis didn't understand weeping but he
scarcely cared at that moment what their reaction would be.
     'Put your erring person in the carrier, the Rowan said in a steely
voice.  'Which station handles power generation?' Every 'Dini pointed
and she moved to that station, its attendant stepping respectfully
back.
     'Who is to be informed of the reasons for Prtglm's cnme and
return?' the Rowan asked Mrtgrts.
     The big 'Dini inclined its body to the Rowan.  'This one will
inform Gktmglnt personally of this terrible misconduct of Prtglin who
now submits to retribution.
     Details will be forwarded to you.
     The Rowan responded to that with a curt nod of her head.  Gktmglnt
was one of the high-placed 'Dinis who accepted human reasoning and
logic in the Alliance campaign to restrict Hiver incursions.  A pall of
tense silence was maintained until it was announced that the carrier
had been loaded and was ready for transfer.
     Afra followed the Rowan's thrust.  She did not quite plough the
capsule into the concrete of the Clarf landing field.  She gave the
Clarf Tower Prime, her granddaughter Laria, quite a shock to feel a
carrier being brought in so precipitously.
     Mother, I just had the most extraordinary orders not to touch that
personnel pod.  There's a crew swarming over it, painting some kind of
message I can't understand.  Is there someone or something inside?
     Vie sun's boiling here today.
     Anything enclosed like that will bake in its own juices.
     Then follow your orders, Laria, the Rowan said.  The creature in
the carrier killed your brother's 'Dinis As Calisto Prime I speak to
Clarf Prime, the Rowan went on in a flat voice.
     As Clair Prime, I listen, Laria said, though her grandmother could
sense the quickly suppressed quaver of uncertainty in the mental
message as she expressed the formula of total discretion now required.
     Briefly the Rowan related what had happened.  She caught a brief
flare of Laria's regret that the Hivers had not been bombed.
     Clair Prime, such an action would have been totally beyond the
parameters of your brother 's position.  He has acted properly, and
bravely.  Had he complied, lie could never have been allowed to run a
Tower.
     Yes, Callisto Prime, of course I see that.  You'll let me know the
moment you find Rojer?  And it was a caring sister who asked, not a
Tower Prime.
     He did not con tact you directly for assistance then?
     No, Grandmother.  He could have reached me.  He's got very strong,
you know.  I'd say stronger than me Than I, her grandmother corrected
absently.  I doubt you'll need gestalt to hear when we do find him.
     Have you any ideas where he might go?  Could lie possibly have
gone to Deneb?  You children were always keen to visit Isthia.
     Laria was astute enough to catch the wistfulness in the Rowan's
voice.  She would have informed you the moment she was aware of his
presence on Deneb.  And she would be.
     Yes, she would be.
     Laria hesitated, surprised by the tinge of despair in her
indomitable grandmother's tone.  You'll find him, Grandmother, I know
it.  Especially if Dad's with you.  You two could hear to the furthest
arm of the Milky Way.
     You have a ridiculous tendency to exaggerate, young woman.
     The contact was broken but not without Laria sensing that her
'exaggeration' had somehow cheered the Rowan.
     She's right, you know, Afra told the Rowan, since the exchange had
been open to his mind, too.  We could make ourselves heard a long long
way.  Further than Rojer could have thrown that escape pod.  But he
hadn't turned on the engines so he didn't use them in gestalt.
     which means he's near by, concluded the Rowan and allowed an
audible sigh of relief to escape her lips.
     WE STAY HERE A WHILE,' Flk and Trp told Afra.
     MRTGRTS, TOO.  ALL COLOURS ARE FADED.
     THE MISJUDGEMENT BELONGED ONLY TO THE CAPTAIN AND ITS NEED FOR
HONOUR, Afra replied.
     NO.  THEY WERE REQUIRED TO MAKE THE BOMBS.
     THEY WERE GLAD TO THINK THAT IT WOULD BE PERMITTED TO BRING
DESTRUCTION TO THE HIVE PLANET WHEN 'DINI PLANETS HAVE SUFFERED SO
MUCH.' They have a point, the Rowan said but before Afra could argue,
she added, I can't stay another moment on this ship.
     CONTACT ME WHEN YOU WISH TO RETURN TO THE GENESSEE, Afra told the
'Dinis who bowed in acknowledgement.
        Reporting formally to Captain Osullivan in his quarters, the
Rowan and Afra were immediately offered refreshment.
     'I knew old Prtglm was up to something,' he said, 'but it's still
hard for me to interpret some of the more obscure 'Dini body language.
     Commander Yngocelen came to me - oh two weeks back - when the KTTS
requested some unusual ordnance supplies from our stores.  I didn't
think much of such oddments and we are under orders to comply with any
reasonable requests.
     The KTTS had been making probes for Rojer - - - any word on his
whereabouts, Callisto Prime?  We are most worried for his sake.' 'We
appreciate that,' and the Rowan sighed again.
     'I'd've given anything to have spared him such a shock and the
loss of his 'Dinis.  They, too, are .
     were well liked by all the crew and officers.  Gave lots of their
time teaching us pronunciation and vocabulary Osullivan shook his head.
     'I do not think he has gone far, Captain, but we,' and the Rowan
gestured to Afra, 'would like to go in deep gestalt to locate him.' 'A
shock like that to a sensitive young man Captain Osullivan said sadly,
'he may not wish to be found and, knowing what caused him to disappear,
I can't say that I blame him.' 'Nor do we, which we shall make
paramount in our thoughts,' Afra said.  'But the reason for his
disappearance has now been removed.
     'I needed that,' the Rowan said, finishing the last of the small
sandwiches and the wine in her glass.  She stood.  'Let's find the
missing, Afra.' 'If I might make a suggestion,' the captain said, his
expression startled by the thought that came to him.
     'It's always the last place you look.  I mean, if you're looking
for something or someone.' He glanced from the Rowan to Afra, hoping
they followed his illogical rationale.  'The last place anyone would
look for Rojer - because of the danger - would be on that refugee
ship!' 'How so?' and then, impatient with slow speech, the Rowan
plucked the details from Osullivan's public mind.  'Ah, yes, I see your
point.  The escape pod would be sufficient protection from any residual
gases and he'd know the interior spaces to the square centimetre.' Her
face lit with a smile that almost made the captain reel from its sudden
brilliance.  He was full of envy for Jeff Raven, and indeed anyone who
was close to such a vivid personality.
     He caught the wry smile on Afra's face and felt himself blush at
having been quite so transparent.  The barest shake of Afra's head, and
an increase in his smile, suggested to Osullivan that his reaction was
rather common when the unsuspecting dealt with the Rowan.
     Commander Metnos immediately ushered Afra to his chair while the
Rowan settled on Rojer's couch.
     'We may not need to draw much on the gestalt,' she said with a
quiet confident smile that put heart in the engineer's uneasy mind.
     Metrios had been excoriating himself for not having kept closer
tabs on Rojer, on the messages recorded, or not, on his own station.
     'We suspect he has parked the escape pod on the refugee ship,'
Afra said by way of explanation.
     'Of course!  Why didn't we think of that?' And Metrios wallowed
for a moment longer in guilt.
     'Not that it would have done you much good, except relieve your
apprehension, Commander,' Afra said, radiating conciliation.  He
glanced at the Rowan and the pair immediately went into a mind merge
which focus stabbed in the direction of the deserted ship.
     The pod is there!  In a cargo hold on the perimeter of the ship
which is in full vacuum, clear of the gas.  I believe we could
dissipate the rest of it throughout the ship.  That might solve
transport problems.
     So it might.  But we know that the ship is within range of the
surface-to-air missles That can be altered.  Ah!
     Rojer, said his father very gently, touching the mind of a boy so
deeply sunk in despair and shock that only a flicker was palpable.
     Daaaaad?  Unexpected joy/immeasurable relief/then shame followed.
     No shame, Rojer, no shame!  the Rowan quickly responded.  You were
honourable.
     Are Gil and Kat honourably dead then!  The anguish/
shock/loss/hatred/fury in Rojer's tone had to be fended off by parent
and grandparent.
     Laria is correct, the Rowan said on a tight aside to Afra, Rojer
has strengthened significantly.
     More the pity that his tour should end on such a tragic note.
     We will make positive out of the negative, old friend.
     Swiftly, the Rowan told the boy what had ensued.
     I could have, should have stopped Prtg/m.  I could have, using
force, Rojer said, still grieving and accusing himself.
     NO!  both the Rowan and Afra said so fiercely that Rojer recoiled
from them.
     Sorry, son, Afra said.  I know you feel the loss of Gil and Kat
very very deeply.  Trp and Fik do, too, and with an implacable hatred I
have never seen from any 'Dini before towards one of its own kind.
     Prtg/m is, I believe, roasting in its personnel carrier on Clarf,
the Rowan added with some relish, in the noonday sun.
     Despite the appalling consequences, Rojer, his father added, you
behaved exactly as you should Going awol, Dad?  I should have called
you!  That's what I should have done.  Thian got to Granddad when he
needed help.  But I just Both could hear the sobs that he had been able
to choke back until now.
     Now, there, love, a good cry is what's needed most, the Rowan said
in an uncharacteristically gentle tone, but you are not the only one I
assure you.  She paused for a long moment, ending with a deep sigh.  We
all grieve for your friends, Rojer.  We can feel your loss as though is
our own, Rojer, and you have only to reach out from the focus of your
grief to realize that.  She felt his hesitant contact and let him see
how deeply she, and beyond her all his kin, joined him in mourning.
     That seemed to astonish the boy out of his self-absorption.  So
she went on in a brisker tone.  Now, will you need assistance to bring
that escape pod back to its proper position?
     You're tired, son.  Let us help you.
     I got myself here, Dad.  I'll get myself out.
     The Rowan approved of his attitude but, in a tight aside to Afra,
she proposed that they surreptitiously assist him.
     Grandmother, I'm not being cocky, but this I will do myself All by
myself Rojer surprised them both by saying.
     Before he had completed the mental sentence, Commander Metrios
jubilantly announced that the pod had been reconnected to the Genessee.
     The Rowan abandoned dignity and 'ported a very weary grandson
directly into her embrace on the bridge.
     Don't embarrass him, Rowan, Afra began until he saw how tightly
the boy clung to his grandmother before he turned to his father, and
Afra knew that her instinct had been correct.
     A cheer cut through their private reunion and Metrios was the
first to grasp Rojer's hand and pound him on the shoulder, forgetting
every protocol regarding the Talented in his relief at seeing the boy.
     Rojer was too exhausted to be offended and much too gratified by
Metrios' genuine response.  Doplas, Anis Langio, Yngocelen, even the
yeomen and women on duty, all crowded around to welcome the boy back.
     The captain's approach made them step aside.
     'Rojer, it is such a relief to see you unharmed the captain began,
pumping Rojer's hand in his turn.
     'No, you're not exactly unharmed, lad, are you, after such an
encounter, but you have our sympathy for your losses and our
appreciation of your courage.  I should have been hard-pressed to stand
up to Prtglm when it was so obviously deranged.' The captain's
admission surprised Rojer so much his mouth dropped open.
     Close your mouth, boy.  Learn to accept praise with proper
modesty, the Rowan said, but her tone was kind.
     Rojer immediately closed his mouth and managed a smile.
     'He's out on his feet, Captain,' Afra said, putting a protective
arm about his son's shoulders.  'I'll take him to his cabin.' Which
Afra did with as much tenderness and affection as he thought would not
rob Rojer of his new manliness.
     Then the Rowan indicated to the captain that she wished to speak
with him privately and he led her back to his ready room.
     'What Rojer had no authority to do, I have,' she said, gracefully
seating herself.
     With no subtle prompting from her, he offered wine which she
accepted with relief They both sipped, organizing their thoughts.  The
Rowan had acutely experienced Rojer's trauma which went deeper than she
had expected.  But then she had not had close 'Dini relationships.  The
boy's attachment to his 'Dinis went far beyond that of the unusually
deep familial bonds of the Talents so his loss was far more profound.
     They'd have to deal with that on his return.  She had another,
more immediate, matter to attend.
     'We must, of course, discuss the proposal I have in mind with
Gktmglnt and Admiral Mekturian,' she began and Captain Osullivan gave
her as good a double take as she had seen in many a year.  She allowed
a slight smile to put him at his ease.  'That refugee ship must never
be used by Hivers.  Nor the other ships in orbit.
     We have enough of this species loose in the galaxy right now.  She
held up her hand when Osullivan opened his mouth.  'I certainly cannot
condone - much though in essence I approve of Hiver containment - what
Prtglm had planned nor its proposed delivery.  As you may be aware,
controversy rages over whether we, the Alliance, have the right to
inflict the atrocity of destroying occupied Hiver worlds.  That's the
sort of barbaric retribution which we humans have outgrown.
     Yet we cannot, by the same token, permit them to continue to
exterminate life on the planets they wish to colonize.
     'It has been put forward that perhaps they recognize only their
own species as intelligent and sentient and are unaware that they are
slaughtering developing sentient forms.  Be that as it may, certain
actions have   been discussed and this situation here allows us some
leeway.  I will propose to Gktmglnt and Admiral Mekturian, subject to
their agreement, that Squadron B demolish the three orbiting ships to
prevent the obviously imminent colonial expedition.  I shall myself
'port the missiles so expediently available: an action in which T-2
     Afra Lyon cannot be expected to take part, since he is methody by
training and choice.
     Now it was Captain Osullivan's turn to drop his jaw and stare at
her in amazement, tinged with a certain equally gratifying relief and
delight.
     'First, however, it will be necessary that the refugee ship be
surreptitiously removed beyond the range of planetary missiles.  Then
it should be easy enough to tow it back to where the Great Sphere is
being examined.' She grinned with wicked delight.  'How much more we
can learn from an intact vessel than a melted hulk.' Osullivan's
expression brightened considerably.
     'Prime Rowan, it went severely against the grain to know that
those Hivers would have four colony ships available to them.' She
chuckled, twisting the stem of her wine glass, her grey eyes sparkling
at him over its rim.
     'Soon there will be none.  I'm delighted you find yourself in tune
with this plan.
     'Delighted isn't strong enough but it will suffice, Osullivan
said.  'I'm certain that Captain Quacho will concur.  I assume,' and he
hesitated, 'that the KTTS will release the missiles to us.
     'The KTTS will insist on taking part as well, Captain.
     Their honour needs some restoration.' 'Shall we confer with
Captain Quacho?' 'Of course,' and Osullivan turned to his console to
key in the signal.
     Afra joined them some time after the Rowan, having obtained
Quacho's enthusiastic co-operation and Mrtgrts's agreement, had relayed
the proposal to her husband who put the matter before the two Alliance
commanders.  Captain Osullivan had ordered dinner and, when Afra
appeared, asked for service.  First he poured Afra a glass of wine.
     'My own special favorite, Mr Lyon,' the captain said, hoping by
his courtesy he managed to convey what he could not express to the
Aurigaean T-2.
     Afra tasted the wine with due solemnity and a little smile of
appreciation.
     'Rojer is all right?' the captain asked.
     'He's asleep,' Afra replied, 'with Flk and Trp to ease him with
good dreams.
     'May I say how heavily this despicable incident rests on my mind?'
'You have in many ways, Captain,' Afra said solemnly, 'and we have been
aware of each, even if we have not properly thanked you for the depth
of your concern.  Rojer will recover.  He certainly bears you no
rancour.  Ah,' he said, changing the subject as stewards entered with
steaming dishes, redolent with delectable aromas, 'I hadn't realized
how hungry I am.' 'You were very considerate to bring in those supplies
or, I can assure you, my cook would have been hard put to present you a
decent meal.' 'This is a feast,' the Rowan said, holding up her glass
for more wine.  'Where does this vintage come from?' 'You can't guess?'
Afra asked in polite surprise.
     'Then it has to be Capellan,' she said with a mild grimace.  'It
has always amused me that such a methody planet produces such fine
vintages.
     Let that be a surprise.  It'll cheer you up, I know.
     The next morning Afra and Rojer left for Deneb where Rojer would
undergo such ministrations as his grandmother, Isthia Raven, thought
advisable to ease his mind.  The large carrier also left with the 'Dini
pairs needing hibernation and the four crew members whom the morale
officer had ordered to take furloughs.  The Rowan remained aboard the
Gerlessee.  She had not discussed the punitive proposal with Afra
although she supposed he had picked up references to it from the
captain - who was full of the prospect of some action - or any of the
elated officers and crew.  He said nothing beyond telling her that he
would inform Rojer if he felt the knowledge would be therapeutic.
     The Rowan also awaited the decision of the High Council though she
had some assurance from Jeff that there was little doubt the proposal
would be accepted.
     It would salve the conservatives that the planet would be left
unharmed and placate the militants that all space capability was
destroyed.
     The decision was affirmative but she would have to await the
arrival of Thian Lyon as FT&T replacement and an additional T-1 to
assist in the seizure of the refugee ship.  Even the Rowan had to admit
that the sphere ship had too much mass for her to move even with the
assistance of more gestalt power than Callisto Station ordinarily
provided.
     If it makes you feel any better, my dear, her husband informed
her, the T-2s replacing your good self at Callisto are working their
balls off desperately awaiting your return.
     Do 'em good, the Rowan replied smugly.
     Does you good, too, my darling, to find that you are nnnot, after
all, moving mountains all by yourself Jeff teased her.
     Ha!  who are you sending?
     He gave her a phantom hug and an enthusiastic kiss and a
figurative pat on the head for the work she had cut out for herself but
he didn't budge on the identity of the third T-1
     I suppose it's as well that Thian wasn't here when Prtglm had its
brainstorm, she said, knowing she couldn't tease the information out of
him.
     Prtglm would have gotten no more help from Thian than he did from
Rojer.  Less.  thyan would have seen the missiles immediately 'ported
out of danger.  Possibly even despatched Prtg/m back to Clarf with a
blistering note about exceeding orders.
     He'd've been exceeding his if he did, the Rowan replied tartly.
     love, you can't have it both ways.
     I can try!
     Until Thian on Squadron A's 'Dini KLTZ had reached a point where
he could be 'ported to the Genessee, the Rowan busied herself reviewing
the fascinating tapes Rojer had gathered by probe.  Before, the Hivers
had been featureless creatures in a death-dealing sphere, now they were
still featureless - as humans reckoned such matters - but the work
ethos, the discipline, the minutiae of daily life in some of the orders
of Hiver creatures, was depicted: and at least one of the worlds the
Hivers had chosen to populate.  The Rowan spent more time than she
intended on such records.  Then, resolutely, planned how to destroy the
planet's spacefaring capability.  The two half-finished ships would be
easy to demolish, but the third ship was tightly sealed.
     Commander Yngocelen pointed out that the weapon ports would do
nicely: there were sufficient of them to penetrate into the ship and
then it was a simple matter to 'port in sufficient explosives to
disintegrate it.
     Several conferences on the disposition of the refugee sphere
decided that dispersing the lethal gas was not an urgent matter.  Rojer
had suffered no harm in his escape pod and another would handily
accommodate the Rowan, Thian and the third T-1 while they
surreptitiously eased the refugee ship out of its holding orbit and
beyond the range of the ground battenes.
     Permission was also given to destroy any pursuit vessels that the
Hiver world might launch.  The biggest they would have, according to
all information the 'Dinis had amassed, would be surface-to-orbit
shuttles.  The scout vessels might be stored on the closed sphere and
blown up along with the ship, but if they were available as deep-space
pursuit, the squadron received permission to destroy them, too.
     Assuming that there was, indeed, no inter-colony communication,
this Hiver world could not call for reinforcements which might follow
the squadron's ion trail.  By the time a suitable deep-space vessel
could be constructed on this world, any traces would have dissipated.
     With plans and materiel in place, Thian's arival was keenly
awaited.  His grandmother thought he looked a trifle gaunt but she
caught a remarkable energy exuding from him, once he recovered from a
stunned surprise at finding her on board the Genessee.
     'Where's Rojer then?' he asked, glancing about him, having looked
forward to a reunion with his brother.
     His 'Dinis, Mur and Dip, were also looking about, for they had
been eager to see Gil and Kat.  He was perplexed by the minute shock he
read from his grandmother.  An indefinable sadness darkened her eyes.
     Then, with a nod of greeting to the 'Dinis, the Rowan unexpectedly
hooked her arm in her tall grandson's and walked him from the cargo
bay, Thian's 'Dinis following discreetly.  As they moved slowly in the
direction of the captain's ready room, she told him what had happened.
     She managed to time her report so that they were within the ready
room by the time she had to relate the sacrifice Gil and Kat had made
to protect Rojer from Prtglm.  She soothed Thian with what mental
easing she could while he held his grieving 'Dinis tightly against him.
     When they had regained some composure, she explained what action
was now proposed.
     Thian had no reservations about what he obviously considered
necessary destruction, only determination and an eagerness to assist
her in any way possible.  She was well pleased with a mental attitude
that did not emanate any vengefulness or malicious delight; feelings
which she had sensed in some officers and many crew members.  She
preferred to think of their coming actions as deterrent rather than
vindictive.
     Know that your father is not of a militant disposition, the Rowan
said, honour requiring her to mention the fact.
     Dad find me a hardened millitant all my months on board a 'Dini
ship, but that would not be why I find this course of action justified,
Grandmother.  Until we can communicate with the Hive species .
     That you'll never be able to do, the Rowan said flatly.  I know!
     But I understood that the captive queen Is understood at only a
very basic level, and on the one or two occasions when a human has been
in her presence, the visitor has been totally' ignored as if the human
didn't exist I'm beginning to think that they don't recognize any
species but their own.
     Thian gave a wry grin.  You sure do hate 'em, don't you,
Grandmother?
     No, Thian, I wouldn't waste such a powerful emotion on them.  At
the same time, I will not tolerate any depredations when I can prevent
them.  That's the distinction which I don't think your father is
willing to appreciate.  No matter.  By the way, did your grandfather
mention the identity of the third Prime?
     No, and Thian grinned down at his diminutive grandmother, looking
more like a slender young girl in the lavender shipsuit she was
wearing.  He likes his little surprises, doesn't he?  When he can pull
them on you.
     The Rowan scowled and then had to break into a laugh because Thian
was enough like his father to ignore what Afra had always called her
fits and starts.
     'Rowan, ma'am,' the ship's com system began, 'please return to the
cargo bay for an incoming personnel carrier.
     'Damn,' the Rowan said, spinning on her heel to retrace her steps,
'he could have warned me.' 'I'd say he wanted to give you time to brief
me, Grandmother,' Thian said, not at all put out.
     'Do you have to stick up for him?' she asked irritably.
     'As Grandfather or Prime?' Thian asked, but he had a sense of
eager anticipation.  His grandfather was subtly providing a diversion
from what had been a large dollop of bad news.
     'Never mind,' she said and walked all the faster back to the cargo
bay.
     They had reached the facility just as the generators lifted
briefly and then a shiny new single carrier landed smoothly on the
cradle.  The ensign on duty shot a glance at the Rowan and Thian but
she nodded for him to lift the hatch.
     Oh, am I late, Cal/is to Prime?  was the quick concern of a
feminine mind, touching them both.
     Thian narrowed his eyes down at his grandmother who was genuinely
surprised.  He'd mentioned her to me several times but certainly not
for this, the Rowan added before stepping forward to greet the girl
nimbly leaving the capsule.  She smiled graciously at Ensign Tollert
who had offered her assistance.
     'T-1 Flavia of Altair requests permission to board.
     'Permission granted,' Tollert replied, grinning broadly.
     'A pleasure to meet you, Flavia,' the Rowan said, stepping forward
in turn to touch fingers briefly with the girl.  Don't gawk, Thian, she
added tightly.
     He took two long strides forward as if he had merely given his
grandmother precedence.  In fact, he had been nearly as stunned as
Tollert.  Flavia wasn't beautiful in a classical way, not as Laria or
some of his cousins were, but she had large and startlingly vivid green
eyes and long straight blonde hair which she wore simply pulled back
from her oval face by green combs.  Standing next to the too-slender
Rowan, she appeared well-fleshed and her pale green shipsuit emphasized
a very womanly body.
     'Thian of Aurigae,' he said, exerting control not to touch her
fingers longer than Talent protocol dictated.
     Mint/green/rose was her touch.
     'I believe Jeff said you are the grandchild of Bastian and
Maharanjani,' the Rowan said.  'I worked with them, Thian, in the tower
on Altair.' Flavia nodded briefly with a becomingly reserved smile.
     'The duty has been explained to you?' She nodded again.  'It is an
honour to work with Callisto Prime for any reason.
     'Humph,' the Rowan said.
     Tollert cleared his throat loudly.  'Ma'am, the conference is
waiting on the Primes.' 'You have a carisak, Flavia?' the Rowan asked
and when the girl nodded, Tollert cleared his throat again.
     'I'll take care of that, ma' am.  Prime Flavia's quarters are next
to yours.
     'Hmm, that's as well, the Rowan remarked obliquely.  'We shouldn't
keep this conference waiting any longer than necessary.' We'll 'port
once we reach the corridor, she added and led the way.
     'How are your 'Dinis called, Prime Thian?' 'I'm just Thian,' he
laughed, disclaiming any title, 'and these are Mur and Dip.
     'FLV TRUSTS THAT YOUR DREAMS HAVE BEEN GOOD,' she said in
excellent 'Dini.
     Score one for the child, the Rowan said privately to her grandson.
     And Granddad, Thian said with a sparkle in his eyes as he opened
the hatch for the women.
     'Do your 'Dinis mind 'portations, Thian?' the Rowan asked.
     'Not any more,' he said and closed the hatch behind him.
     He clasped Mur and Dip against his legs, nodding to the Rowan that
he was ready to 'port.  They all did, arriving in the corridor outside
the Genessee's conference room.  The Rowan tapped the panel for
admittance and a yea-woman smartly opened the door.
     M within stood at her entry and throughout her introductions of
her grandson and Flavia Bastianmajani of altair.
     Thian kept his expression bland as mixed comments reverberated
from minds keyed up in anticipation of action.  'He's bigger than
Rojer.' 'That young slip of a girl's a Prime?' 'Quite a family
resemblance to Rojer with that same white lock of hair.' 'Wouldn't mind
Priming with her.' 'Carries himself well.' 'She's a bit young for this
sort of operation, isn't she?' 'So this is the fellow who spent over a
year on a Dini ship alone!
     That took guts.' 'Why on earth did he bother to save Hive larvae?
     Sometimes I don't understand these Talented people.' 'Two women
and one male barely into manhood to move that mass?' 'I wonder will
Rojer turn out as well.' And Thian identified the thinker of that
remark as the pretty dark-haired astrogation officer, Anis Langio.
     There was nothing subtle in his grandfather's seconding of Flavia
to this mission, and she was certainly a lovely young woman, but Thian
was not going to settle quite so quickly into the family pattern of an
early marriage.
     Captain Osullivan formally made Flavia, Thian and his 'Dini
companions welcome.  Then, with the Rowan on his right side and Flavia
on his left, with Thian seated beside her, he opened the official final
planning conference.  The captain was certainly not in on any of
grandfather's machinations but Thian was extremely conscious of
Flavia's proximity, aware of the delicate scent she wore, of the pulse
of her very finely tuned and attentive mind.  After a year on the KLTZ,
he had mastered the art of concentration.
     'This is, as I'm sure you're all aware, the first time the
Alliance has taken action against a Hive world.  You have all seen
tapes of the kind of ground-to-air missile attack on the refugee ship
but we also know the extent of its range.  However, we must not be for
a moment lax in vigilance against any unsuspected retaliatory strikes.'
Mrtgrts nodded in verification of that caution.
     'As you also know, the Rowan has already 'ported explosives into
the assigned positions to destroy the orbiting ships.  Heat-seeking
missiles are ready in each ship of the squadron for use in destroying
any shuttle craft lifting through the mess they leave in orbit around
their planet.  Operation Snatch,' and Osullivan grinned, his gaze
ending on Flavia's attentive face, 'can begin as soon as our Primes are
in position.  Once the refugee sphere is out of range of surface
missiles, the other ships will be blown.  We will then seed additional
space mines in case the Hive do still have scout ship capability that
has not been detected by Rojer Lyon's intensive probing.' He nodded
briefly at Thian for his brother's accomplishment.  'Are there any
questions?' After a brief pause, Thian raised his hand.  'Grandmother,
Flavia, may I escort you to our vehicle so we can get this show on the
road?' 'You may be mixing metaphors, thian, but if Commander Metrios'
engines are ready to support gestalt.  . . She turned to Mrtgrts and
Captain Quacho 'Are you ready to return to your own ships?' 'Ready
indeed, ma'am,' the engineer said but his last word was spoken to empty
air for all five had gone.  'I wish they wouldn't do that!' he
murmured, giving a shake.
     'Stations, everyone,' Captain Osullivan said, rising.
     'Red alert!' 'This must be the captain's pod,' Thian said as the
three T-1s made themselves comfortable in the escape pod.
     'It's a lot roomier than the last one I was in.
     'For three, yes, it's roomy enough,' the Rowan said.
     'Shall we?' and she nodded at both young people.
     'Of course,' Flavia said and Thian murmured consent.
     This would be a brief rehearsal for the longer, harder merge they
would have to make.
     He'd never worked with his grandmother but he was accustomed to
merging with his parents and was very pleased when Flavia deftly
slipped in behind him as if she had similar hours of practice.
     The Rowan-Thian-Flavia merge did not need to touch the power
available to it from the linked generators of the three ships of
Squadron B in this initial push.
     The cargo area to which they were 'porting could have held a
hundred escape pods.  The slightest bump merely gave them notice that
the pod had settled on its broad base in the Hive ship exactly as
planned: close against the hull, facing the direction in which it was
to go.
     They were immediately assailed by the most intense stingg-pzzt
that emanated from Hive metals, a sensation peculiarly limited to the
Talented.
     Flavia gave a visible shudder, looking about her, a grimace
marring her features.  'What is that?' 'I do beg your pardon, Flavia,
we should have thought to warn you,' the Rowan said, casting an
accusatory glance at Thian.  'Talent is susceptible to a resonance from
Hive metals.' Flavia worked her mouth, producing saliva and shuddered
again.
     'Unpleasant taste in your mouth, too?' Thian asked helpfully.
     She swallowed.  'Yes, at the back of my throat.  How can you stand
it?' 'I,' the Rowan said rather loftily, 'ignore it When Flavia looked
astonished, the Rowan relented.  'It is particularly strong since we
are inside a Hiver, but shortly we'll be busy enough to be able to put
it out of our minds.  We'll only have to endure it for a very short
time.' 'Thank goodness for that,' Flavia said, pursing her lips and
rubbing her tongue against her cheeks and teeth in an attempt to
hydrate her mouth.
     The Rowan initiated the merge then, ever so slowly pushing the
ship out of its orbit and the gravitational pull of the planet.  Since
the manoeuvre was also being performed as night fell across this
section of the planet, the stealthy movement was unlikely to be
immediately discernible no matter how sensitive the Hive
instrumentation might be.
     Breathe, thian, his grandmother said once, and he grinned at her
as she sat in the padded seat as calmly as if she were in her Tower at
Callisto, her silver hair shining in the pod's lights.
     Gradually the merge increased its strength, three pairs of eyes
also watching the special instrumentation installed in the pod that
expressed speed and relative distance from the planet.  Slowly they
reached the mark on the dial when they had passed beyond the known
range of surface-launched missiles.
     Stop hunching your shoulders, you two, she added at a later point.
     Any missile they could launch would have to penetrate the diameter
of the ship to reach us.  If that is, they had any idea we are here.
     That made both Thian and Flavia smile.  He rotated his shoulder
blades because he had indeed been unconsciously hunching himself
against an attack from the rear.  He grinned at Flavia who was rubbing
her neck and still trying to swallow the stingg-pzzt away.
     'Good.  Now we can speed up and complete this snatch,' the Rowan
said, absently licking her lips and swallowing against the
concentration of stingg-pzzt.
     Thian felt the intensity of the merge now and surrendered himself
to her guidance at the same instant that Flavia did.  He hadn't ever
thought to be capable of moving such mass but, with the merge and the
gestalt capability, it was abruptly accomplished.  He did feel the drop
in his energy level when his grandmother released them from the merge
and then the slight jar as the tractor beams from the squadron latched
on to the sphere.
     'I do hope something down there was watching,' the Rowan said with
a mischievous smile more compatible to his sister Morag's age and habit
than his grandmother's.  'First the ship was there.  And then,' her
smile deepened with great satisfaction, 'it wasn't!  Well done, thian.
     You've been well taught, Flavia, and it's my pleasure to merge
with such fine strong minds.  Now let's get out of this Hive sink of
contamination and put the pod where it belongs.  Then we can find out
what else has been happening.
     'I feel like I need a good long soak to rid me of that awful
reek,' Flavia said, making another grimace of revulsion.
     'Later, when our work is done, my dear, the Rowan said.  'We will
have time, however, for a drink to take the taste out of our mouths.'
'Something sharp, Grandmother, like orange juice.
     'Does this ship have something like that?' Thian 'provided' the
juice in long cold glasses to Flavia's obvious relief and his
grandmother's only marginally less fervent thanks.
     'You were far enough away not to have felt any shock waves,
Captain Osullivan said when they joined him on a bridge that was packed
with officers and crew, and ringed with additional screens so that
every view of the theatre of operations was accessed.  'Ah, that's our
first casualty,' Osullivan added, pointing to the screen which had just
ceased broadcasting.  'One of the probes Rojer hid in the flotsam.'
'The ships?' Thian asked, rapidly checking the secondary screens.
     'Reduced to the debris you see floating in a band around the
planet,' the captain said with quiet satisfaction.  'What the bombs you
placed, ma'am, didn't fragment, the mines you sowed did.  Mind you,
there is a time lag between the event and our visuals of it .
     'Do any monitors need replacement?' the Rowan asked.  'Now that
we've completed Operation Snatch, we are at your disposal.  Thian?
     Flavia?' The Rowan took the couch, Commander Metrios vacated his
seat with alacrity to Flavia and another chair was brought for Thian.
     'Well timed, ma'am,' the captain said, pointing in turn to the
three central screens which scanned the space field.  'They may now
retaliate.
     'Indeed,' said the Rowan with an almost primitive surge of
adrenalin as she recognized the tapered prow of a Hive scout ship
emerging from an underground hangar.
     'Mrtgrts here, Osullivan,' came the 'Dini's liaison officer's
unmistakable voice over the squadron link.  'Is the second wave ready?'
'It is,' the Rowan answered.  thian, you will use the missiles on the
KTTS as you're more familiar with 'Dini ships.  Flavia, have you
located the Arapahoc's?
     Good.  It's as easy for us to work from here as on the separate
ships.' She waited until she could feel the young Talents 'reaching'
the missiles on the other ships, her eyes never leaving the screen as
first one scout ship, then another, and a third became visible.
     'Three.  The normal complement of a Hive colonial ship.  They'd be
a much more interesting challenge if they changed their tactics,' she
added almost ruefully.  thian, take the right hand one; Flavia, the one
that's just emerging, and I'll dispose of the one that made it to the
field.  I believe it's about to launch.  At my count .  three, two,
ONE!' Each Prime 'ported the heavy torpedoes easily to the recommended
range.  Then, before the Hiver world's warning systems could alert
defences, launched them at the correct velocity for devastating
strikes.
     There was, as Captain Osullivan said, a time lag before the
screens would register the result but all three Talents had followed
the missiles to their targets and knew their strikes had been accurate.
     Until visible proof appeared, Metrios toyed with a stylus, his
eyes darting from one screen to the next.  Though Captain Osullivan
appeared completely at his ease, his fingers beat a tattoo on his arm
rest.
     Minutes later.  the explosions were recorded.
     In what appeared like a leisurely fashion, each of the three ships
exploded, parts arcing up and then showering down on the trundling
Hivers that had been massed on the space field.  The debris fell almost
gracefully to the now riddled surface and lay smoking and burning in a
circle of destruction spread well beyond the perimeter of the space
facility.
     'Someone's left the doors open, Thian remarked.
     'In that case,' the Rowan said with a shrug, 'let us take
advantage of such carelessness.
     Even as additional missiles were armed and sent on their way by
the three Talents, more hangar doors punched upward out of the debris
on the field, revealing the squat forms of shuttle craft.  These
emerged at speed from the protection of the hangars but not swiftly
enough.
     'Fire as ready, the Rowan ordered Thian and Flavia and they lobbed
missiles at the shuttles and then into any aperture that could be seen
through the smoke and raging fires.
     'Is this their only space facility?' Thian asked when no more
targets were visible.  'There are other substantial buildings on the
planet.
     'They seem to be agricultural collection depots,' Captain
Osullivan said.
     'Such is not a target,' the Rowan said, glancing sternly at Thian
who shrugged.
     'Did the probes not discover where the queens are housed?' Mrtgrts
asked.
     'No,' Osullivan replied.  'We were limited to observational
probes, not reconnaissance.
     'The queens are effectively planet-bound,' the Rowan said.
     'Further action has not been authorized.' 'We will remain on
orange alert,' Osullivan said, touching the arm-plate for inter-ship
communications.
     'Captains?  Any queries?' 'A successful attack,' Captain Quacho
said, his brows drawn together in what seemed to be a satisfied scowl.
     'Do not rule out the possibility of reprisal,' Mrtgrts said.
     Behind it on the bridge, 'Dinis could be seen waving their
forearms about, expressing their triumph at the success of the mission.
     Only Mrtgrts appeared dissatisfied and pessimistic.
     'Reprisal with what, Mrtgrts?' the Rowan asked caustically,
surveying the destruction on every screen.
     Then, putting both hands on the arm rests, she pushed herself to
her feet.  'If we are needed, call us,' she said to Captain Osullivan.
     Thian caught the surprised expressions of Langio, Metrios and
Yngocelen but he, too, rose, indicating that Flavia could join them.
     He paused by the captain's chair.
     'Permission to leave the bridge, sir?' 'Of course,' Osullivan
said, eyes widening at Thian's formality even as he shrugged as the
Rowan disappeared.
     'She'd be the last to admit it, sir,' Thian said, leaning
confidentially towards Osullivan, 'but Grandmother had to expend more
energy as focus than we did.' 'Yes, yes, of course.
     There is absolutely no reason for a T- 1 to apologize or explain
any action, thian Gwyn-Lyon!
     Thian, catching Fhia's startled expression as she also heard the
fierce reprimand, grinned at the girl.  No, Grandmother, but it is only
courteous to observe ship protocol.
     And you are tired.
     The bridge door whooshed shut behind Thian and Flavia.
     I might be but you are never to presume Grandmother, your husband
gave me specific orders on the care and feeding of his favorite wife
His only wife And the only Prime who can m Ca dinis to and you are
tired.
     Fighting a war at any age is tiring.
     Flavia's little gasp of surprise caught Thian unawares.
     'Was that a war we just fought?' Thian stuttered in surprise.
     'Well, a battle, certainly.
     What did you think you were going to do here?' 'Keep the Hivers
from leaving this planet.
     'And that's not war?' 'It's analogous to clearing out vermin.' 'On
rather a large scale,' Thian said, wondering at her curious calm.
     'We have to do so often enough on altair when there's been
prolonged and heavy rains in the swamplands.  Otherwise the towns and
settlements would be overrun, Flavia said quite matter-of-factly.
     Your grandfather did know what he was doing, said the Rowan in a
tight tone to Thian and added a snort of amusement.
     Dad?  There was the special note in his daughter Laria's voice
that brought Afra sharply to attention.  He was alone in Aurigae Tower,
making some minor in-system shipments.  Damia was out hunting with
Morag, Ewain and all the 'Dinis.
     Yes, Laria?
     Dad, just between us?  The unusual note of exasperation and
self-doubt was one Afra had never thought to hear from the nearly
twenty-three-year-old, confident and poised Tower Prime of the
ClarfFT&T installation.  On completing her training at Callisto, Laria
had taken up her duties with a competenceee that even her perfectionist
grandmother couldn't fault.  Yoshuk and Nesrun, the T-2s who had
originally run the Clarf Tower, had been shifted to Sef, the most major
of the four Mrdini colony worlds.  Laria had recently been assigned
Clarissia Negeva as her assistant, a T-2, who had been trained by David
of Betelgeuse.  Clarissia was replacing Stierlman who had not achieved
the necessary rapport with Laria.  She'd had no trouble at all with the
other members of her Tower staff Vanteer, the T-6 engineer, or
Lionasha, the T-7 station-manager and expediter.
     Although there had been 'Dini-human pairings on her home planet,
Clarissia was unaccustomed to working with them and never gave direct
orders to the six paired with the other three station personnel, who
happily doubled as cargo-handlers or whatever other functions could be
done by non-fT&T personnel.
     Clarissia's not working out either?  Afra asked.
     I do better running the station on my own, Dad, was the tart
reply.
     She's been here nineteen weeks and she still turns pale when more
than our 'Dinis are present and you know that 'Dinis notice colour
changes.  And she's been moaning about that carrier ever since it got
here.  Not, and Laria's mental tone altered, that I enjoy the sight, or
more recently the stench from it.  Prtglm is definitely deceased.
     I'm beginning to think they don't intend to move it, leaving it
there as a reminder that a human was responsible for Prtglm's
ig'nominious end.  Laria's voice had a grim edge to it, then confusion
coloured her thought.  There's ideographs all over it now.  They're
andent ones and I can't recognize more than the slashes for dishonour.
     Tip arid Huf won't translate: won't even answer me when I ask what
they mean.
     Yoshuk's a scholar of their ancient forms.  what does he say?  Or
have you discussed this with him?
     I have and he says it's too obscure for him but he's still trying
to find references.  He does reassure me that they're not antihuman.
     This is one of those occasions, Afra said firmly but soothingly,
when you know that humans don't interfere with 'Dini customs.
     The custom I can ignore if I understood even if the reek is
omnipresent, but I have to be very careful about transfers.
     Originally, Prtg/m's carrier came down - hard - on the middle
cradle.  I was told not to move it to one side, but I didn't, for one
minute, realize it was going to take up such permanent residence!  I
could have used that cradle a hundred times.
     Once again her tone altered to one less assured.  Daaaad, does
anyone there know why it's being LEFT?  most don't blame Clarissia but
I also need to understand what's going on about it - Prtglm, I mean so
I can deal with the reason it's been left there so long.  Is it a
subtle way of punishing me because I'm Rojer's sister - I doubt that!
     Afra replied stoutly.  'Dinis don't think in those terms.
     I sure hope so, Laria replied, exhibiting some of the distress she
had been covering.
     I can ask Jeff.  I already did and he doesn't know but he doesn't
have 'Dinis.  Do yours know anything?
     We never did get any more answer to queries about Mrdini penal
codes than that the miscreants were apt to be shipped out Afra paused
since Laria would know what that could mean on a long trip.  The
cynical said that saved time, space and money and was an admirable use
of expendables, but the thought made him shudder.  He forced himself to
more positive thinking for Laria's sake.
     Remember Prtglm is, or was, guilty of several .  errors of
judgement even in the 'Dini lexicon, and certainly several against
humans.  They don't want a repetition and that may be their way of
driving home the lesson.
     When one's own son had nearly been a victim of PrtgIm's coercion,
it was very hard indeed not to take a judgemental stand.  Once Afra
knew that Rojer was responding to the discreet therapy of his
grandmother, Isthia, on Deneb, he felt less bitterness, a most unusual
emotion for him, towards the misguided Prtglm.  The latest report was
that Rojer could now mingle with both humans and 'Dinis without the
intense grief/loss/ deprivation reactions he had initially experienced.
     He was becoming more and more engrossed in his practical
engineering studies.  His uncle, Jeran, Deneb's Prime, was going to
insist that, when the Hiver ship that had been 'appropriated' by the
Rowan merge reached the investigation orbit at the Mars space facility,
Rojer would have a place on that study team.  Of course Rojer needed to
meet the qualifications, but that had given him a definite goal and he
was studying with good purpose and diligence to satisfy the
requirements.
     I know that, Dad, but to have that grisly reminder on my Tower
field Afra could feel the anger flaring within his daughter's mind, an
unfocused anger and so ambivalent that it was no wonder that she was
under great stress.
     You feel that Rojer should have obeyed Prtglm?
     No, I mean, yes but Prtglm juSt ought not to have required Rojer
who was the only one who could have carried out Prtglm's plan Prtglm is
- was - an old revered captain should have been obeyed.  That planet
should have been first wasted.  Her tone was riven with intense
animosity.  where I know how much damage the Hivers have done to 'Dini
worlds, and hundreds of others, that .  . .
     that Xh-33 really should have been When Laria could not find an
adequate fate, Afra couched his suggestions in an ironic tone he rarely
used with his children.  Exterminated?  Fumigated?  Wiped of life
forms?
     Scorched beyond use?
     There was a long pause.  Some thitig like that, so that that
planet could never be able to colonize, to massacre innocent life forms
on any other planet.
     So?  We must emulate their methods?
     Well, just look what they did.  Forcing queens of their own
species out of their ship then blasting them, with out ever trying to
find out why the ship came?  Indignation now coloured Laria's anger.
     That's very much a 'debatable point, Laria.
     It's not that I'm ignoring other opinions, Dad.  Aren't I
transmitting messages backwards and forwards every day?
     You are, but are you listening to the content or just the context?
     what do you mean by that, Dad?  And what group do you support?
     Her tone was aggressive as if any other than the position she
espoused would be suspect.
     Along with other thinking I find the data insufficient most
theories have at least one fundamental flaw.  We may never have answers
to half the questions we've asked because there is no communication.
     Observation is as open to interpretation as any other method of
recording, since invariably the observer translates from his or her own
experience.  There hasn't really been that much useful observation
either, Laria said caustically.
     Afra smiled, keeping his amusement well away from his
argumentative daughter.  I disagree, Laria.  the material recorded from
Rojer's probes is still being analysed All it shows is that the Hivers
have knot changed their methods or the dominait drive of their species
in the centuries the 'Din have known them.
     The 'Dinis never got close enough to a Hive world to make
observations, or attempt contact, Afra said patiently.  Laria's
feelings were quite pent up, by which he guessed she had had the tact
not to discuss this with her Tower staff.
     But we know what they do to planets.  We know they've been doing
it for centuries.  Laria sounded querulous.
     We know that the 'Dinis have reported for the centuries of their
sigTh to avoid being 'exterminated' and that limited to destroying Hive
ships in space.  Vie planet Xli-33
     is the only one where they, and we, have seen populated by Hivers.
     There is a lot more to be known there what we do even by
extrapolation, Laria.  what exactly upsets you, my dear?
     Jh I knew i-m-in; confided in what Afra recognized as a -w of
conflict in loyalties.
     It is not up to us to dispute the 'Dinis' right to punish their
own, he said gently.  We must not let our own moral integrity be
weakened by conflict with theirs.  We can expect that 'Dini reactions
will not mirror ours.  For one thing, humans have not fought a
sustained battle for centuries, a condition which certainly alters
perceptions in a way we can yet evaluate.  That we have managed to
pursue the joint purpose as far as we have and with as little friction
as there has been - You 've reduced Prtglm to the status of friction'?
     Laria sounded appalled.
     is a matter of no little achievement.  Prtglm caused its own
downfall by exceeding orders from the High Council of Alliance: orders
in which it and our captains had been thoroughly briefed and in
agreement.  Do you not see that much?
     That's the easy part.  w}Lot bothers me so is that Gil and Kat are
dead, defending Rojer when none of them should have been put in
jeopardy in the first place.  But Prtglm is still there!
     I can't escape seeing its carrier and knowing what's inside and
Suggest in your most off-handed manner the next time you have occasion
to speak to either Plrgt r - who's its main assistant know Figtm and
Plrgt's now Pl6.
     Plrgtgl has been very efficient.  I hear its name mentioned more
and more.  Suggest that the carrier is impeding the full use of the
area available to you and is there not somewhere else that it can be
placed for even more effect?
     Out of sigh4 out of mind, huh, Dad?
     Well, out of your sight at least ri it is distressing you to the
extent that it has It's not just the corner Ah yes, the matter of
ClarisA?  If she's not working out, my dear, request her transfer.
     But Granddad's going to be furious with me, and there was a quaver
of uncertainty in Laria's voice.  I couldn't get on any sort of terms
with Stiedman and now Clarissia - - I never had any trouble with Yoshuk
and Nesmn!  I've excellent relations with Vanteer and Lionasha.
     Laria's tone rose to the level of guilty confusion and doubt.
     Laria, dear, and Afra couldn't resist chuckling, the tales that
are told of your grandmother's search for suitable Tower personnel are
not exaggerated!
     Until you came along, Laria said smartly and then descended into
disillusionment again, but you're you and she's the Rowan and You have
exactly the same right to - - - ah - dismiss unsuitable personnel
though I hope you won 't need to go through as many as she did to get a
comfortable fit' in your Tower.  Furthermore, your situation on Cia is
Jar more sensitive than Callisto or Altair ever were, so it's even more
important that you are totally comfortable with and can rely on each
member of your staff -A tone of hopefulness entered the conversation Do
you really think so, Dad?
     I know so.  As Prime to Prime, informm Jeff Raven of Earth FT&T
that T-2 Clarissia is unable to integrate or accept the special
requirements of Cia Tower and you must I can't say 'must' to
Grandfather Possibly not to 'Grandfather', dear, but certainly to Earth
Prime Raven!  Make the distinction and request a replacement.
     And keep in mind, too, that you haven't had a vacation from your
duties at Cia Tower in over a year.  You might benefit from a respite.
     Not right now and not if I have only Clarissia to mind the shop
while I'm away, Laria said brusquely.  And when did you and Mother last
have a break from Aungae?
     Ours is a slightly different situation, my dear child.  We're not
dealing with an alien culture 'Dinis are not alien.  I've known them
all my life!
     Nor living on a planet where such a brilliant primary produces
stress you may not realize until you are away from it.  A little
distance might help you resolve some of the ambiguities that bother
you.  You are not the only one - of us or in the human-settled worlds
to have them.
     Oh, Dad, I don't consider me unique.  Her tone held the quaver of
a laugh but immediately altered.  Sometimes - - sometimes I don't know
what to believe.  Then I do, and then something shakes me up again.  I
really ought to know my own mind by now.
     Your mind you know, laria, dear, Afra said with an affectionate
chuckle.  It's your emotions and changing perceptions that cause
problems.  I'd hate to think your ideas were graven in granite at not
quite twenty-three.  Briefly Afra remembered instances of his Damia's
captiousness which her eldest daughter certainly had not inherited.
     And change is a constant we must all bear with.  At least, and he
let a grin colour his mental tone, we are not locked immutably into a
cultural pattern as the Hivers are.
     Gee, thanks for that, Dad!
     You're welcome, he said with equal mockery.  But he also caught
the steadier quality of her mental tone.  She'd talked out some of what
bothered her.  If he and Damia had trouble rationalizing the matter,
how hard it was on Laria, a Prime who had not yet found a personal
companion to sustain her in arduous and, so often, deeply troubling
times.  Now inform Earth Prime of the fact that Clarissia's not working
out and why.  Either inadequacy is ample cause for replacement.
     Actually, Laria was as strong a T-1 as the Rowan had ever been: a
T-3 or even a good T-4 would be adequate support if they were
compatible.  One never knew until one tried different combinations.
     He'd always been slightly amazed that he, Afra Lyon of Capella,
had been acceptable to Callisto Tower Prime Rowan.  Maybe He cut off
that thought.  He had had parents interfering with him: he and Damia
had taken great pains not to repeat such manipulation.
     When Laria signed off he made his muscles go slack from the
unconscious effort of such long 'pathing.  He told himself it had more
to do with the nature of the exchange than age, since the Rowan was
older than he and still going as strong as ever.  That was when he also
felt a bit of the framework on the left side of the couch, coming
through the cushioning.  How long had the couches been in use now?
     Nearly four decades.  About time to replace the padding.
     He reached out for Damia's mind but she was joyfully retrieving
the scurriers she'd brought down with her accuracy on her sling-shot.
     He smiled as he felt Morag's envy and Ewain's amazement at their
mother's casual skill.  They could discuss Laria's conundrum later.
     Bringing her home for a brief respite from all those pressures and
conflicting theories would certainly rest her mind and buffer her when
she returned to duty.
     They might be, as so often Talents said between themselves, only a
thought away: but that was not precisely accurate.  Contact, yes, but
similarity or mutuality or harmony of thought was another matter: so
was a cuddle when one was depressed.
     Afra found himself at odds with his older son on many points on
the issue of the Hivers, and even more puzzled by the bizarre actions
and notions of his daughter, Zara.
     Fortunately, her grandmother and Elizara, the T-l medic for whom
she was named, were coping with her and she had passed through a
difficult hormonal transition to young womanhood and stability.  He
knew Rojer was still fighting a private battle with grief, and a harder
one with the guilt at having put Gil and Kat in fatal jeopardy.  Laria
could not escape being sympathetic to the Mrdini interpretations, even
if these were considered biased by other, less involved citizens.
     Afra swung his long legs off the Tower couch, feeling again the
worn place - worn by just this action where the framework was no longer
adequately padded.
     Just like the framework of long-held ethics and morals was - in
some minds - prodding minds through the once comfortable habits of
generations.
     Afra was also fully aware of other pressures at the highest level
- for the Rowan and Jeff often used him as a sounding board and, as
often as not, followed his advice.
     The intransigence of Prtglm and the deaths of Gil and Kat were
having more far-reaching effects on human-Mrdini relations than that
carrier left on Claris Tower field.  A strong faction of high-ranking
Mrdini were of the opinion that, if Rojer Lyon had been old enough for
the duties of a Prime, then he should have complied with Prtglm's plan
to devastate the planet Xh-33, regardless of the facts that Rojer was a
noncombatant, a minor, following the orders he had been given by his
superiors.  He had only been on the Genessee as a substitute until his
older brother was available.  The fact that Thian also would not have
complied with Prtglrn's orders was irrelevant.  But Thian already had
'hero' status in 'Dini eyes which would have given him the stature to
reason with the 'Dini captain and helped him defuse the incident
tacffully.  It was also quite likely that Prtglm would never have tried
to coerce Prime thian Lyon.
     Yet, since the Mrdinis had allied themselves with humans, Afra
mused, they must often have had dreams, and delusions, of using the
human kinetic abilities to produce a grand rout of the Hive species.
     The fact that the Talents had defeated a Hive colony ship without
suffering a single casualty was a frequent theme of 'Dini
dream-projections and story-telling.  When the Mrdini and humans had
finally made contact, the humans had enthusiastically embraced 'Dini
aspirations and followed their guidance since obviously the 'Dini had
far more information about the Hive predators than humans did.
     In total, such information boiled down to a painfully intimate
knowledge of Hive ordnance, its range and destructive abilities: of the
number of suicide ships needed to penetrate and destroy any Hive
intruders; enough of the Hive mode of colonial expansion to know it was
fatal to any planetary life-form.  Deneb V was remarkable as the only
world where Hive tactics had been unsuccessful.
     Since these tactics had been effective so long, the Hive species
had not altered them, or its ships and armaments, in the centuries that
the Mrdini had been defending themselves.  The Mrdinis had, on the
other hand, improved space ships, peripheral technologies, and more
effective unmanned missiles.  They had managed to protect their own
colony worlds, all the time searching for allies, the Hive home world
and new resources to help them win the final victory.
     Humans had far too long eschewed wars: naval strength being
deployed more in the search for colonial worlds, or as deterrent
against the occasional renegade privateer.  Consequently, minor
incidents of friction were bound to occur between a war-honed species
and one which had been at peace, where the only casualties had occurred
in space accidents which were then so ruthlessly investigated that
repetitions were unlikely.
     On the positive side, since the Alliance had been formed and great
efforts made by both species to improve communications and appreciation
of each other, there had been significant developments that ought to
have had a morale-building effect.  The fortuitous discovery of the ion
trails of three Hive ships had given the Alliance the splendid
opportunity to send an expedition to backtrack and locate the Hive home
world.  The trail had led first to the hulk of the biggest Hive ship
ever seen by the Mrdini: a hulk which had been partially destroyed by a
searing nova explosion.
     To discover if the nova had indeed destroyed the system which had
spawned the Hive species, one resolute 'Dini ship, with Prime thian
Lyon on board, had driven to the origin of the fading ion trail.
     Discovery of the damaged Hive ship disclosed that three escape
pods had managed to leave the mother ship shortly before the nova
shockwave hit it.  The human ships had gone in search of the pods to
prevent even a single queen from surviving to start a new colony on an
hospitable world: a circumstance that the Alliance wished to thwart.
     One pod had already been captured and it contained a live queen.
     She had been 'decanted', as someone termed it, at the Heinlein
Moon Facility from which escape was unlikely.  Her apprehension made
her the first live specimen of this enigmatic species for both human
and Mrdini.  Shortly after her arrival at the moon facility, she had
laid a huge mass of eggs.
     The other two pods had also been accounted for: or rather the
remnants of the one which had collided with an asteroid and the other
whose occupant had died when its supply of oxygen had given out.
     The KTLZ, through Thian, had reported the absolute surety that the
Hive home system had been incinerated by its nova-sun.
     Squadrons C and D were still in pursuit of the other two Hive
ships, going firther and firther from their home worlds.  One lobby
urgently wanted the squadrons to return on the grounds that the two
Hive ships were light years beyond any Alliance system and therefore no
further threat.
     'No immediate threat,' another faction rebutted and urgently
wanted the squadrons to explore the significant number of G-type star
systems with M-5 planets that had been identified during the pursuit:
to see why the Hive ships had ignored them.  Were these already
infested with the Hive species?  But investigation was certainly in
order to discover if these primaries had generated planets suitable for
colonization for either species of the Alliance.
     The quandary of continued pursuit now obsessing the High
Councillors was ethical in substance.  Was it right, knowing that once
the Hive ships found the sort of world they needed to colonize, to let
them exterminate whatever life-form might exist?  Certainly one of the
avowed aims of the Alliance was to seek out and identify worlds that
had been taken over by the Hive species and prevent them developing to
the point where their population had expanded to the point of
recolonizing.
     Twenty eggs of the captive Hive queen had suddenly hatched,
producing creatures who were apparently limited to attendance on the
queen, cleaning her, bringing her food, or sent scurrying down the
empty corridors of the Heinlein Base: useless errands since there was
nothing but unfurnished rooms, offering only more empty space.
     Of more immediate, and perhaps helpful, value was the refugee Hive
ship which the Rowan-Thian-Fhvia merge had purloined.  It would soon be
back at the main Earth Naval Base, totally free of the gases that had
destroyed all organisms.
     Human and Mrdini naval specialists were impatient to examine an
undamaged queens' quarters which contained the control systems for the
ship.  The most important discovery would be navigational records or
star charts that might identify which worlds were Hiver-occupied.
     Ever since the Rowan mind-merge had subdued the Many Mind on the
Leviathan Hive ship attacking Deneb, it had been assumed that the
queens managed all aspects of control on the ship, formulating tactics
and forwarding orders to their specialized minions.  Whether the duties
were equally distributed among them or whether each of the ten to
twelve queens on board a colony ship had different responsibilities had
yet to be discovered: hopefully from the type of controls in each
queen's quarters.  Engineers, astronauts and technicians, human and
Mrdini, were eagerly awaiting clearance to board this entire ship and
begin their investigations.
     These positive activities of the Alliance had been somewhat
eclipsed by the Prtglm episode: as had the tapes Rojer had taken,
unique in establishing the culture, or rather agriculture, of the Hive
species.
     Destroying Xh-33 's imminent colonization project was the least
controversial solution of the several that had been available.  Most
'Dinis would have preferred to see the planet devastated in retribution
for those innocent worlds which had been fumigated by Hivers.
     Human opinion was virtually solid that destroying the Hive ability
to go off that planet was a legitimate and the most acceptable
deterrent.  There would have been a massive human outcry had the affair
been carried further.
     To reassure both apprehensive humans and the aggressively
vindictive Mrdini majority, Captain Quacho of the Arapahoc had remained
behind on sentinel duty until a discreet space facility could be
'ported to the nearest of Xh-33's moons.  Any activity in Xh-33 space
could be recorded.  Should any occur, unlikely though that seemed, the
Alliance could then vote on more lasting punitive action.
     Meanwhile there were other enigmas to interpret: if there was no
communication between Hive worlds or ship-to-surface contact, how could
the Alliance hope to establish any interface with the Hivers?  If no
communication was possible, there was no hope of arriving at any
mutually satisfactory, non-aggressive cohabitation of a galaxy which
had sufficient M-type systems to accommodate all - with some control on
overexpanding populations.
     Afra sighed.  Being of a methody upbringing as well as Talented,
he eschewed violence: didn't really know if he would even defend
himself.  He would, he thought, defend his children, but probably not
himself# Except that that would leave Damia unsupported.  So he might
even defend himself much as he would abhor the necessity.  Humans had
grown beyond that exigency.
     Association with the 'Dini had, unfortunately in Afra's
estimation, revived 'war'.  If only there were some avenue of interface
available Every attempt to get the captured queen to communicate - or
notice that other intelligent beings were in her presence - had so far
failed.  How his daughter Zara had known that the queen was suffering
from hypothermia, on the verge of extinction, was a matter no-one had
been able to establish - especially Zara.  She had also had no further
empathetical contact with the queen.  No-one had.  The queen had
ignored any visitor, even a Mrdini: even the very large Mrdini which
towered above her not inconsiderable form.
     That she could see and hear had been established by adroit remote
testing.  Various frequencies and combinations had elicited no more
response from her than a twitch of discomfort.  Those settings were
kept on record.
     It must be an amazing mind-set, Afra thought, to consider one's
self the only being of worth in the galaxy.
     There had been humans who had had such delusions.
     They had generally died because of them and remained as small
paragraphs in the greater history of humankind.
     In an oblique fashion, it followed that, in the Hiver
extermination of all life-forms on any planet they had chosen to
colonize, they were totally unaware that they were eradicating entities
which might feel they had the inalienable right to live.
     The Hivers must also have been surprised by Mrdini resistance,
though only the most determined attacks by Mrdini squadrons and fleet
units had deterred the creatures.
     Did other Hivers know of Mrdini resistance?  If the Raven-Rowan
merge had not sent the one survivor back to the Mother ship, would it
have known that Deneb would resist?
     His musings solved nothing and he could 'hear' his family
returning from a very successful hunt.  He left a note for Keylarion,
the Tower's T-6, to investigate recovering the couches and went back to
the house to start dinner preparations.
     Laria followed her father's advice immediately and contacted Earth
Prime Jeff Raven and told him that the T-2 was unable to tolerate the
Mrdini, an essential requisite for duty at Clarf Tower.  She had been
about to add an apologetic note when her grandfather cut it short.
     All we need is unhappy Mrdinis, Jeff said, but in such a genial
tone that Laria began to relax and wonder why she'd delayed so long in
broaching the problem.  Nearly five months was a long enough period to
allow Clanssia to integrate and the girl hadn't.  Laria did not mention
some of the young woman's other less admirable characteristics which
had enraged Vanteer from time to time and certainly annoyed Lionasha.
     I'll have a word with Gollee Gren and see if he's got any
promising candidates.  And stress 'Dini adherents Of course, it would
be best to have a 'Din i-raised kid like you.
     That solves most of the problem Clarissia posed.
     How many 'Dinis were paired out, Grandfather?
     Gren's got such figures.  I seem to remember there were about a
thousand in the first adoptions.  Not all to talented families, of
course, arid spread about the old Nine Star league worlds.
     And then as many as the 'Dinis could spare for placement.
     There'll be someone.  And mind you, miss, you keep after me until
a proper match's been made.  That's more important than you may realize
and it is certainly my function to make sure any Prime has the right
support group.  Hear me?  You put up with Stierlman far longer than you
had to.  As my old mother used to say, if a shirt's dirty, it's dirty.
     'vkaat?
     And don't tell me you've never heard how often your grandmother
switched Callisto staff about until she latched on to your father!
     All right then, I won't.  Laria giggled.
     That's better.  Gollee's already on it.  As soon as he finds a
likely suspect, I'll ship it out and you can ship Clarissia back.
     Oh, good heavens!
     Sooner the better, pet.
     Before Laria could start to temporize, Earth Prime was gone.  As
immensely relieved as she was not to have to put up with Clarissia much
longer, Laria hoped that she'd have time enough to warn the girl.  It
wasn't exactly Clarissia's fault that she couldn't abide 'Dinis No, it
was Clarissia's fault because she'd made absolutely no attempt to see
'good' in the Mrdinis.
     In fact, all latent sympathy Laria had for transferring the girl
dispersed two minutes later when Clarissia contacted her.
     There is a delegation of those creatures on its way across the
field, Prime Clarissia's tone reeked of distaste.
     Laria looked out of her Tower window, though the Clarf 'tower' was
no more than a four-sided plasglassed cupola, raised eight feet above
the rest of the complex, and saw that the delegation contained the
large form of Plrgtgl, two medium-sized assistants and six lesser,
smaller 'Dinis.
     Vanteer, Lionasha, full honours.  Clarissia, can you at least
assemble the proper refreshments?
     Yes, came so curt an acknowledgement that Laria could almost see
the repugnance on the girl's long face and the twitch of her slender
hands, indications of the revulsion the young Talent felt at having to
deal with the 'creatures' in any capacity.  Another twinge of pity
racked Laria for the girl had been so eager to be assigned away from
her home world.  Her xenophobia had not then been apparent to anyone,
even Gollee Gren, but it developed speedily enough on Clari' Vanteer, a
stockily built mid-thirties native of Procyon IV, with the heavy bones
of that planet's human adaptation, and the dark-eyed, dark-haired,
dark-complected Lionasha, the 'lithe' (which was Lana 5
     special designation for her T-7 expediter), could be counted on to
divert 'Dinis from approaching Clanssia.
     It was as well, Laria thought with a sigh, that native 'Dinis did
not read human countenances as well as the Tower 'Dini contingent did.
     Nor did any of them really notice that Clarissia conveyed no body
language at all - standing stiff and straight as if lacquered in
position.
     That was a mercy since she would have made the true depth of her
revulsion all too easily readable in movements.
     Once Plrgtgl announced its mission, Laria had no further time to
fret over Clarissia's possible misdemeanour.  Plrgtgl had a huge job
for the Tower, requiring it to organize and expedite the timetable for
a considerable amount of cargo to be shifted: to the other 'Dini
planets and to the satellite space docks.  Without it being stated,
Laria and her staff realized that a goodly portion of the 'Dini space
fleet was being refitted and resupplied in the shortest possible time.
     Such activity provided her with the perfect reason to remove
Prtglm's corner.
     WITH SO MUCH TO BE SHIPPED TO DIFFERENT PLACES, ALL CRADLES WILL
BE NECESSARY, she said as she riffled through the documentation.  'THE
CARRIER WHICH HAS RESTED ON THE FIELD COULD PERHAPS NOW BE MOVED TO A
SOUTHERN LOCATION TO DISPLAY ITS MESSAGES THERE TO GOOD EFFECT.' She
pretended total disinterest in Plrgtgl's reaction to the request and
quickly moved to another topic, adding body language to augment the
praise of her words.  'SO MUCH OF THIS YEAR'S HARVEST TO GO OFF-WORLD,
TOO.  A CREDIT TO THE COLOURS.
     Plrgtgl rolled its.  poll eye, attractively covered by a crown of
lace which had recently become a 'Dini fad.
     Laria was well accustomed to such scrutiny and continued to scan
the cargo way-bills to the red ones that indicated live 'portations.
     IT WILL BE GOOD TO SEE THE KTLS,' she added as nonchalantly as she
could since she was over joyed to see the ship listed as an arrival.
     Laria kept very good track of what went to the KTLS since her
brother Thian had spent so much time on board.  And saved so many
'Dinis from the ultimate sacrifice of their kind.
     Thian was now T&T on board the Genessee and they exchanged news
whenever she had a shipment for the squadron.
     YES.  THE KTLS HAS HONOURED ALL MRDINIS AND EVERY COLOUR THAT
SERVES ON IT,' Plrgtgl said, shifting its lower limbs, body language
she had come to read as 'pleased'.  'THN LN HAS SERVED THE KTLS TO THE
HONOUR OF YOUR HOUSE.
     As she bowed in acknowledgement of such praise, Laria kept her
expression neutral despite an intense desire to grin.  Plrgtgl had used
another human idiom.
     High-ranking 'Dinis, like Plrgtgl, were gradually sprinkling their
conversations with more and more Basic terms.  If only that usage could
also alter some of the 'Dini minds and methods.
     First things first, she said to herself Hey, said Vanteer, his
expression bland though his voice was triumphant, another score for
Basic!
     Keeping count, are we, Van?  asked Lionasha whose eyes twinkled.
     And thank whatever gods there be that you're getting rid of that
monstrosity.  if you're downwind, the stench is appalling.
     Vanteer added a flash of himself holding his nose and gagging.
     Even my 'Dinis are complaining.
     Laria dared not react or even shoot him a warning glance.  All her
attention must be on Plrgtgl.  She signalled for Lionasha to take the
documentation and begin organizing a timetable for the 'portations.
     THERE WILL BE A GREAT RECEPTION CEREMONY FOR THE ARRIVAL OF THE
TRIUMPHANT KTLS, Plrgtgl said.
     AS THERE SHOULD BE FOR A SHIP THAT HAS DONE SO MUCH,' Laria
replied formally and made the necessary body gestures that signified
pleasure, honour, delight and acceptance.  She could carry on
high-level communications now with just body language, though more and
more 'Dinis had become fluent in Basic and prided themselves on using
it in the presence of humans.
     She flicked her eyes to where Tip and Huf were standing
respecffully to one side of the great Plrgtgl and caught their approval
of her expertise.
     IS THERE TIME TO REFRESH WITH COOL DRINK?' Laria asked, gesturing
towards the table and its array.
     Clarissia had - unobtrusively at least - backed herself against
the wall.  Tip, Huf, and the other 'Dinis - all too well aware of her
dislike - took over the hospitality duties, bringing forward 'Dini
seating while Vanteer and Lionasha served the fruity juices which Laria
imported from Terra, knowing how much 'Dinis liked them.
     I'm not telling you your business as Tower Prime, Vanteer said on
a tight private level, but we're going to have more 'Dinis in and out
of here and she's becoming more and more of a liability.
     We'll back your decision in that, Lionasha added.
     Your Prime's already initiated the appropriate steps for her
transfer, gang, Laria replied, focusing her thought to the two, though
Clarissia was so tight in her xenophobia she wouldn't have been aware
of a telepathic shout in her vicinity.
     Hallelujah!  was Vanteer's response in an archaic term that
surprised both women.
     Despite Clarissia, the official visit went off very well and
Plrtgl was so excited in its own fashion with such imminent traffic
Plrtgl was rather possessive of the Tower as its special project - that
her reserve went unnoticed.
     'We'll be busy, kids,' Lionasha said, having had a chance to
estimate how much Tower time and energy would be required for the
material and animate objects scheduled to be 'ported and received.  She
grinned around the room but her grin faded at Clarissia.  The thin girl
stepped forward then, swallowing convulsively.
     'I do not wish to abandon Clarf Tower at a time of maximum
activity, Prime, but I request as immediate a transfer as possible.'
She swallowed again and the others noticed that her pale complexion had
turned yellowish.
     'Oh, you won't leave us short, Clarissia,' Laria said airily.
     'Prime Raven has already promised us additional assistance.  As
soon as you like, I can 'port you back to Blundell.' Both Lionasha and
Vanteer were too self-possessed to show any surprise at Laria's
abruptness and were kind enough to make appropriate sounds of dismay.
     'No, really, I must go, Clarissia said, her fingers twitching at
her sides, and without another word actually 'ported herself out of the
room.
     'Well!' said Lionasha and turned to Laria, hoping for an
explanation.  Vanteer's grin got broader and he winked at the Tower
Prime.
     'As I said, I've been working on the problem,' she said casually.
     'I just got the official permission today.
     We may have to work harder Not really you'll meet me half way and
bring me in, said a male voice that Laria did not recognize.
     She glanced from Vanteer to Lionasha to see if the 'path had been
audible to them.  Apparently not, so she continued her sentence.
     'But not for long it seems.  So where are you so easily
retrievable?
     Not precisely 'easily'.  I'm currently with C Squadron, and his
spatial co-ordinates tagged on to the 'path.  Ting on the A.S.
     Strongbow as courier and pack mule.
     Laria could almost see a wry grin on the speaker's face.  She also
caught the sense of terrible fatigue and ennui that his flippancy was
trying to conceal.  Pack mule?  Well, that was better than 'stevedore'.
     when can we expect you?
     I have my orders, I'm packed, and I'll get into the capsule as
soon as you tell me to.
     You really aren't wasting any time, are you?
     Frankly, clarff Prime, I'll be very glad to leave this ship.
     I've I've been gone a long, long time.
     There was that in his tone of voice that touched an echo of deep
empathy in Laria.
     'Tower generators up, please,' she said, taking the stairs to her
eerie two at a time.  what is the squadron going to do about resupply,
she asked, ri you're here?
     I've been reliably informed that my replacement will follow
swiftly.
     And you are?  Laria asked, suddenly realizing that although she
would now recognize his mental touch anywhere in the galaxy, she didn't
know his name.
     Oh, and she heard him chuckle, I have been on board too long.  I'm
T-2 Kincaid dano, Altairian bred.
     You '11 be very welcome, Kincaid.
     Thanks.  And a laugh again echoed in her head.  My 'Dinis are
ecstatic at the posting, never having touched down on their homeland.
     Laria let an exaggerated sigh of relief escape her lips.
     He had volunteered the answer to her most important question.
     That's probably the only reason I got promoted, clarf Prime, he
said with another dry chuckle which told her he had at least heard, and
understood, her sigh.  Another plus which he couldn't possibly know
she'd had to explain so many casual references to Stierlman, whereas
Clarissia had always been so worried about how to respond to any
attempt at levity, Laria had found her sense of fun was atrophying.
     Why on earth hadn't she been assigned someone of Kincaid's calibre
in the first place?  Then she recalled how long the two squadrons had
been travelling.  But surely She took herself sternly in hand: she had
been able to run Clarf Tower quite capably with Yoshuk and Nesrun.
     Then Vanteer had been sent to help until the Sef Tower had been
commissioned and her T-2s had been sent there.  Lionasha joined her and
Vanteer, and Stierlman was sent as her T-2.  A Tower Prime did need to
find exactly the 'right' personality for a good rapport - those
complementary qualities which her grandmother had found in Afra after
trying to adjust to many incompatible personalities.
     Kincaid's 'Dini affiliations would now be essential, to counter
any harm Clarissia's short tenancy might have caused.
     A totally wayward thought made her choke back audible laughter:
what if Clarissia was to be Kincaid's replacement?  A shipful of
long-voyage officers and crew might just be what the girl needed.
     Being 'Dini-paired is certainly an advantage here, she 'pathed,
but that would scarcely be the deciding factor, Kincaid.
     The Tower generators were reaching the necessary whine as she
asked Lionasha to put the relevant space charts up on the screen for
her.  She triangulated the position and, settling into the couch,
reached out with her mind for the unmistakable mass of metals and
humans which had been vivid in his peripheral identifications of his
current position.  She felt for the equally identifiable mass of a
carrier, Kincaid and his two 'Dinis within.
     Ready?
     You have no idea how ready!  was his devout response and she
picked him up, feeling once more the definite and deep fatigue in his
assistance to her contact.
     What under the suns had the squadron required of this courier-pack
mule to bring him to this level of exhaustion?  She lowered the carrier
gently into the cradle nearest the Tower, hoping the wind blew the
stench of Prtglm away from him.  It is also very important, he added in
an aside that she wasn't certain she was supposed to hear.
     Vanteer, do the honours, will you?  She could sort out this
'important' when they were face to face.  He's Kin ca id dano of
Altair, our T-2 replacement, plus 'Dinis.
     Clarissia, she added in a direct 'path to the girl, a personnel
carrier has just arrived and is available to take you to Blundell - ri
you'll give me an estimate of how long it will I can go right now!
     Clarissia was either hysterical with relief or joy, or bOth at the
serendipity of release.  By the time Laria had risen from her couch and
gone to the window overlooking the field, she saw Vanteer shaking hands
with a tallish man - his back was to her.  Her sense of his fatigue was
reinforced by the sag of his shoulders.  When he and Vanteer turned
back to the carrier to assist two well-grown 'Dinis to alight, the lid
of the carrier hid his face from her.  Clarissia, with a welter of
luggage following her, half raced across the plascrete.  The two men
then helped her and her gear into the carrier.  Laria grinned as
Vanteer closed the lid with a definitely firm shove.
     She's ready to go, Laria.  I'll bring Kincaid, Npl and Pis up to
the Tower.
     Laria nearly 'ported herself back onto the couch she was so eager
to send the girl away!  She could also feel Clarissia's assistance in
getting the generators back up to launch.  First time the girl hadn't
waited for orders.
     I wish you well wherever you go, clarissia.
     Don't be so magnanimous, Laria, the girl answered in a snarl, you
know perfectly well you've been wanting to get me out of your hair
since the moment I got here and you discovered I'm not a weasel lover
like you.  You'll soon find that the popularity of you collaborators is
on the wane and your family will be replaced.  That I can promise you.
     Laria stifled the dismay such animosity caused her.
     She refused to respond to silly mouthings and threats.
     And the service her family gave could scarcely be considered
sinecures.  She forced herself to respond with dignity You are a
competent T-2, Clarissia, and as that I can recommend you to your next
post with no hesitation.  Goodbye!
     You haven't heard the last of ME!
     Laria ignored the virulently delivered rejoinder but she flipped
the carrier as fast as she could back to the huge Earth landing field
at the Blundell Cube.
     Gollee!
     Open to you, Laria.
     clarissia's a good T-2 but watch her.
     I had that intention ri she couldn't work out with you, Laria.
     In Gollee's tone was an anodyne for Clarissia's parting venom.
     Are you coming down, Laria?  asked Vanteer in an 'I think you
should' tone.
     You bet I am.
     clarissia launched a choice parting shot?  asked Lionasha with a
trace of anxiety.
     Laria did not respond but came down the stairs in a far lighter
tread than she had ascended.  She shouldn't be so naive, but she had
hopes for the newcomer, if only because of his humour.
     Kincaid was tall, his 'Dinis nearly as big as her Tip and Huf
Despite being of different colours, Npl and Pis were being most
affectionately ringed by the six resident 'Dinis, all wriggling and
nattering in the most fervent of welcomes imaginable.  Kincaid was
whistling a very old tune that Laria only recognized because her
Denebian grandmother had sung it to put her younger siblings to sleep
on summer holidays.  'If you go down to the woods today, you're in for
a big surprise.' After the strains of the morning, Laria burst into
laughter and knew that she couldn't fail to like Kincaid.
     He advanced towards her, his thin, very pale face alight with
pleasure that she'd identified the tune.  He couldn't ever be called
'handsome', not the way Yoshuk was, but he was attractive, despite a
ship pallor and a dry skin that gave him more facial wrinkles than he
ought to have.  She didn't think him older than Vanteer.  Rangilly
built but far too thin for the big bones of him, he held out to her a
big blunt-fingered hand, palm sideways so she could merely brush it for
the touch that Talents preferred as casual contact or shake it.
     She was so glad to see him, a confirmed 'Dini person, a man who
laughed easily and obviously had an outrageous sense of humour, that
she grasped his hand and took full advantage - as he did after a
moment's polite hesitation - of the complete contact.  He was
piney/green/oddly velvet, very very tired and, though he didn't try to
hide the fact from her, she caught the hesitancy and realized that he
was homosexuAl.  If he made a good T-2, that wouldn't matter.  It would
almost be better if they were friends, as her grandmother and Afra had
been, rather than lovers.  Still 'The first thing you do, Kincaid dano
of Altair, is get some extended rest,' she said briskly, twisting her
hand in his and starting to lead him out of the main Tower room to the
living area.  'You'll have to be careful of the sun here, Kincaid,
you've been confined too long in a ship - - -' 'Don't you just know it
. . . he said ruefully.  Look, Laria Prime, he said on the most private
level which their joined hands provided, there is something exceedingly
important 'I'll get some of the strongest blocker, Lionasha said, 'and
goggle glasses to reduce Clarf's dazzle.  Even peripherally it's going
to bother you.
     'Go on ahead, Laria, and darken the room the best guest,
Clarissia's left hers in a welter,' said Vanteer, picking up one of the
duffles that Kincaid had brought with him, 'you're to sleep!' 'Look,
I'm here to help Laria Prime, I must 'You're in no state to be help in
4ny form, Kincaid, Laria said firmly, in answer to both voiced and
'pathed messages, 'until you've had some rest.
     You don 't realize .  . . He was insistent and gripped her hand to
express his urgency.
     A couple of hours won't make that much difference, will it?
     she asked, as if his admission of his sexuality would matter to
her.  Or maybe he didn't realize that his fatigue had made it very easy
for her to reach to the more private areas of his mind.  Even with my
help you couldn't 'path beyond your nose.
     After hours, rio, I guess riot.  But, and he added aloud, 'Nil and
Plus have to contact their 'Ours can manage that courtesy while you're
grabbing a few hours' sleep,' Laria said placatingly, dropping his hand
as she pushed open the door out of the Tower.
     Lionasha grabbed up the second dufle as they all manoeuvred the
long man where they wanted him to go.  Raising his arms in surrender,
he allowed himself to be guided.
     Laria marched straight to the nearest and largest guest bedroom,
palming the blind controls to complete darkness, and lowering the room
lighting to a suitable dimness.
     'Ah!' Kincaid exclaimed as he took in the spacious surroundings.
     'A real bed, too!' Laria laughed.  'Yes, you wouldn't fit on a
bunk too well, would you?' He did a shoulder roll onto the extra wide
and long bed and lay there, sighing with intense relief, arms and out
at the oddest times.  This might be one of the times legs spread out to
the edges.  For a beat, the other three Talents waited for another
comment from him.
     Laria covered her mouth and her giggle.
     'He's asleep?' whispered Lionasha.
     'Out like a light!' The three left the room, Laria palming the
lights off and carefully sliding the door shut.
     'Not that I think a torpedo would wake him Laria said as they
returned to the Tower complex.
     Hallway down that corridor they could hear the excited 'Dini
voices.  Their gang were already taking care of the arrivals.
     'They can all have the day of i, Laria said as they entered the
main complex.  'Nothing's due in now.
     'You're right,' Lionasha said, glancing at the topmost way-bills
on her desk.  'None of Plrgtglm's shipments will arrive until tomorrow
but here,' she added, tearing a slip from the printer with a flourish,
'are the coordinates you can send that misbegotten carrier to.' She
handed Laria the slip 'Prayers have been answered all round today.  Rev
up the generators, please, Vanteer,' Laria said, and settled herself in
the nearest chair.  'I have the oddest feeling I've already done a full
day's work with only one catch and one send.  This one is the bonus.'
Printout in hand, she concentrated and, catching the rhythm of the
generators, flipped Prtglm's carrier to the co-ordinates given.  'And
that is that!' Vanteer sniffed the air about him.  'Yes, a definite
improvement.
     'All round,' Lionasha agreed.  'Don't know how you stuck her so
long, Laria.  You've the patience of a saint.' 'What's a saint?' asked
Vanteer.
     'Oh, you!' Laria said, for Vanteer's humour broke he was trying to
catch her out.
     Lionasha had taken Vanteer's query at face value and, being keen
on history, explained the concept thoroughly while Laria listened.  If
this Kincaid fitted in with these two half as well as she rather
thought he would, they were finally a real Tower Team.  Vanteer was as
hetero as she could wish - she could also wish for a bit more from
Vanteer but there was no way she could initiate things, not with Van's
personality and the fact that he liked spreading himself around, which
inhibited her.  There were several others in the growing human
community who might find Kincaid companionable.
     TLP, HGF, ALL OF YOU, PLEASE TAKE NPL AND PLS TO SEE CLARF.  DO
NOT FORGET ANY OF THE SIGHTS THEY SHOULD SEE AM DO NOT WORRY ABOUT
REPORTING UNTIL TOMORROW MORNING FOR WORK.
     The darker pelted of Kincaid's two sable-coloured 'Dinis turned
most politely to Laria.  'KNKD HAS TIRED WITH TOO MUCH STRAIN.  YOU
WILL LET HIM SLEEP, LR LN?' UNTIL HE WAKES, MOST EXCELLENT NPL.
     There was a moment of excitement between Nil and Plus for neither
had been formally introduced to Laria and her being able to identify
one from the other pleased both immensely.
     LR LN KNOWS MRDINIS WELL,' said Tip with as much pomposity as a
'Dini of its longevity could manage.  Huf Vanteer's Dig and Nim as well
as Lionasha's Fig and Sil were convulsed in 'Dini giggles.
     It took all three humans to herd eight wriggling 'Dinis out of the
main Tower entrance.  They were still reeling with laughter until they
reached the outer gates when suddenly all eight assumed the usual
dignified postures of 'Dinis of reasonably high rank.
     Laria Prime?
     The summons must have been repeated on gradually increasing levels
of urgency before Laria woke, unable in her sleepiness to identify the
caller.
     who?  She was surprised as well as slightly annoyed to have a deep
slumber broken into.
     Kincaid.  I apologize but I am rested sufficiently now to make an
extremely important and top secret report to Earth Prime.  There was a
hesitation that Laria interpreted as both embarrassment and necessity.
     I am unable right now to make so long a 'path and ask for your
assistance.
     What he did not say, and which alerted Laria as nothing else could
have, was the fact that the secrecy of the communication was crucial.
     None of the Tower staff must know of the 'portation, the generator
must not be used.
     Kincaid might say he was sufficiently rested but Laria knew by the
edge on the words he spoke that he was by no means as rested as he
would like her to believe.
     I'll collect you on my way to the Tower, she said, and slipped
into the loose, light, long robe that most of the humans living on
Clarf preferred.
     He was standing at his closed door, still wearing the ship suit he
had arrived in although he was bare-footed.
     She nodded approval and led the way.  It was four in Clarffs
morning and the floor under their bare feet was almost cool.  She took
the stairs two at a time and realized that he did so, too.  Another
nice change from Clarissia who had been prim to the point of the worst
excess of methody.  Laria pointed to the couch which, she also noted,
they would have to lengthen to fit his frame comfortably but he sank
onto it now without a murmur.
     Have you merged often enough to be comfortable with the procedure?
     she asked.  There was a great deal she would need to learn about
this man before they did many 'portations.
     More with other T-2s and T-3s than with a Prime .
     It's as well you're still too tired to resist then, she said and
firmly took control.  Deep inside, she wondered again what the navy had
been doing to the man to reduce him to this level of nearly total
mental and physical exhaustion.  Then she caught edges of anxieties,
deep loss and disillusionments.  So he'd had a rough emotional time on
the Strongbow as well as overwork.  Despite that, the merge was as easy
as slipping a hand into a perfectly fitting glove.  More to admire in
the man.
     Laria id merge to Earth Prime, urgent.
     I'm here and I've been expecting Kincaid's contact, Laria.
     Just support him, will you?
     That was surprise enough for Laria and she immediately assumed the
secondary position of the merge, deft enough with all the practice
she'd had with her parents at Aurigae Tower, bolstering the strength of
the merge.
     I had my orders, as you know, sir, but there were other ways in
which I was asked to assist the squadron and since there was no
specific limitation, I used my own judgement when the matter was
presented to me.
     Properly done, Kincaid.  Proceed.
     Laria tried to keep herself from tensing: this sounded
suspiciously like what had happened to her brother; no specific orders
against an action which had disastrous consequences.  Judging by what
she had empathed of personal distress, even Kincaid's maturity and a
wider scope of experience had not prevented a trauma with which he was
trying to cope.
     I was asked to send the new designed plastic probes to those M-5
     planets which we were passing when at a fesible distance for my
ability.  Captains Steve rice and Hsiang were most anxious to establish
some reason for such by-passes.  The first had once - and Kincaid
paused significantly - been occupied by hivers for the colony ship was
in orbit and sufficient of the now identifiable Hive buildings and
agricultural workings were visible - though the world did not show the
same concentration of effort that was visible on the Xh-33.  No
activity was observed during the forty-el;ght-hour parabolic
surveillance.  The second world examined was completely devoid of life
or vegetation but there was a ring of debris which both Captains Steve
rice and Hsiang decided was similar to the one observed by Squadron B.
     The third M-5 world was not yet dead but in such ecological
imbalance that only immediate action could reverse the process.  I have
the right-ordinates and I suggest that an expedition be mounted - joint
if that is politically sound - to save what could be a habitable world.
     Hivers were there, two small buildings remained but in ruins.  The
fourth world is being colonized by Hivers.
     Was that probe seen?
     Negative.
     Thank you, Kincaid.  You've done more than you were required and
we very much appreciate your efforts.  Prime Laria, you are to be
certain this man is completely recovered before he is required to take
his position in the Tower.
     You can count on me, Earth Prime.
     I know I can, dear child.  Now both of you get back to your beds.
     Especially you, Kincaid.
     Laria, still merged with Kincaid, felt him starting to reach out
with another sentence and deftly, and as painlessly as possible for
even the merge had caused his mind distress, eased away 'You heard my
grandfather.  Enough is enough.
     Kincaid had swung himself sideways on the couch, burying his head
in his hands, body sagging.
     'Glutton for punishment, aren't you?' she said, a trifle annoyed
with such dedication even as every ounce of her heritage approved it.
     'You realize how important the messages are.
     'Yes, indeed.  But, now, my friend and she paused just long enough
to cause him to make eye contact at her use of the word.  She smiled
down into his tired eyes.  Friend Kincaid dano of Altair, you're going
to sleep yourself out.' Then, without asking, she gently 'ported this
long man friend back to the bed in his quarters, amused at her maternal
attitude but keeping that amusement well screened.  He made neither
protest nor resistance to such manipulation.  Too exhausted to, she
thought.  When she passed his room on her way back to her own, she
'peeked' in.  He had turned on his left side, cradling his head on one
am.  She flipped the light cover over him.
     Dawn brought a cool breeze no matter how hot the night had been or
the day would be.  She didn't want him coming down with a ridiculously
humanoid cold.
     Kincaid roused late the next evening and was instantly served a
nourishing meal which Laria and Lionasha had spent some time
concocting.
     Thanks whoct'erse'it thk, he said when he had finished every scrap
on the tray.  He was asleep again before anyone working in the Tower
could respond.
     Whatever did they do to the poor guy?' Lionasha asked.
     'More than a T-2 should be required to do, I'd say, Laria replied
with some asperity.
     'Like your brother, huh?' Vanteer asked.
     Laria shook her head.  'For one thing, Kincaid is a T-2 and didn't
have the capacities either Thian or Rojer have, but he did a lot more
than he should have.  Pretty far off even for just normal catch and
shove.' Vanteer looked up at the tri-d galactic globe that was being
updated almost monthly by the various squadrons, human and Mrdini,
exploring in every direction.  'Yeah, he would have been dangerously
close to his limit, even with the generators those Galaxy class ships
have.
     Lionasha gave a sigh.  'We are going to need his heist soon,
Laria,' she said, patting one sheaf of the heavier materials to be sent
to the moon spaceyards.  'Those are big daddies.
     Laria had tested the state of Kincaid's sleeping mind and was
reassured by the return of a healthy resilience.
     'Another twenty-four hours and he won't know himself' 'Then we can
schedule the party for the day after tomorrow?' asked Lionasha with
just a hint of the eagerness she had for the project.
     Vanteer and Laria laughed, knowing just why she was eager.
     Since the early days of the Clarf Tower, when Yoshuk and Nesrun
had managed however they could in the strange environment, many more
humans had moved to take up administrative or consultancy posts on
Clarf, and on the two Moon bases.  Close to three thousand humans, some
with varying degrees of Talent, though that was not a prerequisite, now
formed a loose but agreeable social unit.  Specialists came, integrated
briefly, or stayed on as their work required them.  The Tower
facilities had been enlarged several times and into several levels to
accommodate transients.  A large tract of land, near the sea, had been
allotted the more permanent human colony.  Lately Lionasha had been
seeing a young Denebian servo-mechanics engineer, Buzbeth Hawk.  While
he was a T-5, he was only just marginally empathic with humans.
     Lionasha didn't mind: she got through to him with no trouble.
     Vanteer preferred to 'mingle' as he put it, though he was already
contributing to the support of two children from different mothers of
minor Talents.
     He was certain the girl was already a receiving telepath.  Laria
often wished that Vanteer would 'receive' a little more from her than
he did.
     But you don't force human relationships, especially among Talents.
     She knew that much from the story of her father and mother.
     Twenty-four hours later, looking refreshed and certainly relaxed,
Kincaid joined the Tower staff for their early morning meal.  He had
obviously found time to discover the working schedule to know that
Clarf Tower liked to get as much of its heavy work as possible done in
the dawn hours.
     'Am I fit, Prime?' he asked as he pulled out a chair to sit
opposite Laria.
     'Yes, or I wouldn't have allowed you out of your quarters, she
said, passing him the coffee pot.
     Appreciatively he sniffed the steaming aroma and grinned.  'It's
real!  The navy has some brew they insist is coffee but, believe me, it
isn't!' 'We do have certain perks in this Tower that even the Fleet
can't manage,' Vanteer said, passing him over the dew-fresh fruit which
'Dini farmers regularly left at the Tower gates.
     'Clarf is certainly an improvement.  Then he gave a sudden jerk to
his shoulders and looked about him frowning.  'Where are Nil and Plus?'
'Helping the others,' Vanteer said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder
toward the still shadowy Tower field.  'We got big daddies to move.
     They've integrated so well you'd think they were the same colour.'
Kincaid looked immensely relieved and began to eat his breakfast.
     'They've been well, they were incredibly understanding on our tour
with Squadron C.
     Lionasha leaned slightly across the table to Kincaid.
     'Don't be surprised if they keep their poll eyes elevated a while.
     They've been given heroes' welcomes.  Their colour kin mobbed the
complex the first morning and they've been out every night since.'
'They need to be with their own.  Both are close to hibernating.
     'Yes, we noticed and Plrgtgl made very prestigious arrangements
for them,' Laria said with a grin as she rose.  'Bring your coffee up
to the Tower, Kincaid.
     We've got to get started.
     He swallowed the fruit he was chewing, splashed more coffee into
his cup and made for the stairs.
     'Refills, whenever Lionasha said as she settled at her station.
     'You've worked a Tower before?' Laria asked.
     'Hasn't my file caught up with me?' 'Oh, it's in the banks all
right, but I'd rather work with you,' she said, with a slight emphasis
on 'work' 'You had no trouble merging, even dead on your feet, and
that's the hardest part of Tower work.  Some never get the knack.' As
she chatted to put him at his ease, she settled herself on the couch.
     'Hey, this one's new, isn't it?' he asked, running fingers along
the suede-like covering and noticing the length of it.
     'Well, you'd hardly have fit on Clarissia's old one.
     'Well,' and he mimicked her tone exactly, 'it's much appreciated,'
he said, sliding onto the couch and giving a sigh as his legs were
supported beyond his long feet.
     'With the stuff we'll have to shift today, Kincaid, comfort is as
essential as placement.  Lionasha,' and she raised her voice, 'what's
first?' 'The big daddy for the moon base - Laria pointed to the
placement tri-d in the screens above the couches.  'We've more inner
system traffic than most Towers.
     She saw Kincaid listening to the rising whine of the generators,
then felt his mind touch hers.
     'It's all of us today for one of these, Kincaid,' she said and
took first Lionasha and then Vanteer into the merge with the T-2 as
back-up.  The generators reached the required strength and Laria pushed
the merge to port the cargo carrier deftly to the cradle awaiting it on
the moon base.
     Kincaid turned his head to grin at her.  'So that's how a real
Tower handles mass.' 'The first of many.  And thank goodness we've got
eight 'Dinis for ground handlers.  They really are the best!' Kincaid
fell into the rhythm as if he'd been a part of the Tower complement for
years.  Neither Vanteer nor Lionasha would have commented on how easily
he fitted in but Laria could nevertheless feel their relief Most before
they knew it, they had swung the significant volume of outgoing traffic
and were beginning to haul in the out-of-system.  By the time Clarf's
sun reached zenith Laria called a halt.  Despite the air conditioning,
the Tower room was becoming uncomfortable.
     Hey, came the cheery voice of Yoshuk from Sef Tower, any time you
want to send that guy here, he'd be welcome.
     That goes for me, too, added Nesrun.
     Don't either of you dare poach now I've got someone who fits in,
Laria said firmly.
     Yes, ma 'am, no, sir Yoshuk replied so cockily she could see the
grin on his face.
     Kincaid was stretching and relieving the tension of muscles which
had been automatically responding to the day's 'lifts'.  His mind had
lost the morning's resilience and Laria hoped she hadn't pushed him too
far.
     'Lunch, and then with this sort of heat pushing down on us, we all
take a siesta,' she said, certain that both Vanteer and Lionasha would
fall in with her scheme.
     'That gives the 'Dinis time to rest, too.  And don't look out on
the bright of the day without glasses!' she added as Kincaid strolled
to the windows to look down at the 'Dinis scurrying about.  Two were
lagging somewhat behind the pace of the others.  'Nil and Plus'll
notice the difference for a while but they all adjust more quickly than
we do.' Blinking vigorously with tearing eyes, Kincaid managed a
half#sided grin.  'Who was it told me that Clarf was an easy Tower?'
'Oh, it is,' Laria said, on her way down the stairs.
     'We're just a little busier with all the rearrangements.
     Next week, we'll hardly have a snitch to switch.' Sensibly they
ate as lightly at midday as the 'Dinis.
     Nil and Plus needed some judicious eye care but when Kincaid would
have performed it, the other six 'Dinis pushed him out of the way and
had a great time fussing over exactly how to effect the most result in
the fastest time.  The three long-term residents of Clarf Tower smiled
proudly at the concerted effort.
     'I've been away longer than I realized,' Kincaid said, slowly
peeling one of the meltingly sweet bog pears that the others had
recommended.
     'How long were you on that cruise?' Vanteer asked.
     Kincaid paused, frowning before he answered.
     'Nearly five years, I think.  Basic 'That long?' Laria tried to
remember exactly how long Thian had been out but it was not five years.
     'Oh,' Kincaid said with a diffident flick of his fingers, 'I'd
been sent out with Squadron C long before those ion trails were
discovered.  We picked 'em up in our quadrant.  Then it was even more
important for the squadron to have a Talent.' 'Were they trying to burn
your mind out?' Vanteer demanded with heated indignation before Laria
could speak.
     'No, and they didn't,' Kincaid replied though he began to rub his
forehead in an unconscious gesture.
     'I'd more than enough latents among the crew personnel to draw on
when I had to Waiting for some clue to his personal distress, Laria
caught it.  So, the long cruise had had many complications for the
Talented homosexual.
     'How long have you been getting headaches like that?' Laria asked,
trying to keep both dismay and concern from becoming evident.
     He dropped his hand from his forehead and met her eyes.  Then
managed a chuckle.  'Comes and goes.' 'Fine Prime I am,' she said,
pushing back her chair and coming around behind him.  She placed her
fingers lightly, like a net, around his skull and gently supplied the
inhibitors that would reduce both the ache and the minute swelling of
the cerebral area which governed all psionic activity.
     'I'll be fine, Laria, really I will,' he said, reaching up as if
to disengage her fingers.
     'Don't you dare,' Lionasha said, waggling a finger at him.
     'Laria's one of the best at healing.
     What Laria also felt, because Kincaid had no way to prevent it,
was that his emotions were in a turmoil, more of the brew of hurt,
loss, disappointment, and, yes, physical pain, that had not been
resolved by the sleep and relief of bodily fatigue.  His participation
in today's merge had almost wiped out the remedial effect of several
days' much-needed sleep.  Considering his state, he'd been a real
trooper.
     'Headache gone now, friend?' she asked casually, removing her
hands since se now knew more than he did about his condition.
     He gave her as searching a stare as he could without calling
attention to the exchange.  Then his taut lips relaxed into a brief
smile.  She resumed her seat and took another bog pear from the bowl as
if her treatment had been no more than a simple pain block.
     'Yes, friend, much better.  Thank you, he said and finished eating
his own pear.
     'Lionasha, it's just the lighter stuff for the evening pushes,
isn't it?' Laria said and managed a very convincing yawn.  'Won't be
that much to do when it cools down.
     'Right-o, Lionasha said.
     'I want to check that ping I heard before I get my nap,' Vanteer
said, moving towards the stairs that led to the Tower's machine level.
     And that was how Clarf Tower managed to deceive Kincaid until the
worst of both the physical and mental fatigue began to heal.
     When Rojer's profound emotional trauma began to ease, Isthia
advised that he be allowed to enrol in an engineering programme which
he had been so keenly interested in prior to the tragedy.  He must
learn to shift his concentration from his loss.  She offered her
beloved cottage, not so isolated any more as Deneb City was spreading
ever closer to her lakeside retreat, and flattened arguments that too
much solitude for the grieving boy might have an adverse effect.
     And you think that one or another of us won't be subtly aware of
his state of mind at all times, Damia?  Isthia had snorted with
disdain.  We are always but a thought away, yours, mine, Afra's Jells,
added Earth Prime.
     The cottage worked for you and Afra, didn't it?  Isthia went on,
ignoring her son's interruption.  We all know he needs to grieve.  let
him.  right now companionship is not on his agenda.  In fact, it would
only serve to remind him of his loss.  We've done as much
metamorphically as we can.  Now he needs to be diverted and, if its
engineering that he has a passion for, let 's fan those flames and put
his mind to work.
     Damia and Afra drew Xexo into the discussion and the Aurigae T-8
     had no hesitation in supporting Isthia's suggestion.  Rojer had a
natural engineering bent and it was right that he get his
qualifications.  There were other engineering candidates on Deneb, so
he could have as much, or as little, social intercourse as he wished.
     After all, how many Towers were there for Primes to run?  Xexo
went further and, after a long and useful discussion with Commander
Metrios of the Genessee, developed a curriculum meticulously tailored
to beguile young T-1 Rojer Lyon into studying himself out of grief
After a desultory and half-hearted start, Rojer began to respond to the
cleverly devised study programme and to spend hours on the terminal,
competing with himself on Engineering Teach.  His progress was duly
noted.  If Xexo grinned fatuously as he tended the generators at
Aurigae Tower and adopted a smug smile whenever Rojer was mentioned,
no-one contested him when he'd allude to Rojer's progress as one of his
own better 'engineering' accomplishments.
     Occasionally, his uncle Jeran, Deneb's Prime, called Rojer to
assist in the Tower, 'to keep his hand in' There he met cousins with
varying degrees of Talent who were also pressed into service.  Though
he had never much liked his cousin Rhodri, he found himself drawn to
the youngest of the Eagles, the shy and self-effacing Asia, who was
also in the engineering programme.
     He was constantly receiving invitations from the cluster of
relatives, Eagles, Ravens, Sparrows, but he rejected all, with the
excuse that he had to study, keep up the garden and keep down the fish
population in the lake.  At first he had railed at what he considered
their tactless disregard of his loss.  Except for Asia whose deep
blue-grey eyes always saddened whenever he caught her looking at him in
the monthly tutorial sessions.  But that attitude was difficult to
maintain when, empathic as he was, he sensed a supportive presence when
the black moments descended on him.
     Never the same person, and never an intrusive one, but someone
there when something sharpened the pain of his loss.  Damia was most
often there or his father: once it was his grandmother, several times
Elizara, particularly at the beginning, but mostly his grandmother
Isthia or his aunt Besseva supplied the solace.  Once he was sure it
was Asia who reached him one very black night but then definitely the
presence was his grandmother.  He could not avoid knowing how deeply
they were willing to share his pain, his sense of loss - especially
when their thoughts became inadvertently specific in their own personal
experiences with loss and grief While he was left to himself to heal,
he was never truly alone and that, all by itself was the greatest balm.
     Then, about six weeks after his installation in the cottage,
either Isthia or Besseva - both women insisted he drop the familial
titles - started taking him out to dinner and an evening's company.  At
first he suspected some sort of 'kind' conspiracy when he noticed no
'Dinis present but his female relations, having so many homes to choose
from, adroitly picked those which had no Mrdini associations.  He often
rode with Asia to her house because she'd listen to him sounding off on
engineering theories.  She often had some very adroit suggestions.
     'Why don't you speak out at the tutorials?  Anyone would think you
were just being tolerated in the class?' he asked one day when she
startled him with her grasp of jo-junctions.
     'Oh,' and she waved her free hand nervously.  'I might be wrong
and then they'd all laugh at me.' 'You haven't been wrong once with me,
Rojer said, annoyed at her diffidence.
     'Yes, but you're different from everyone else in my family,' she
replied.  'You listen to me.' Rojer kept his annoyance to himself
remembering all too well how much of a bully Roddie had been: probably
the reason his sister wouldn't speak up for herself 'Would you care for
a fish dinner?  Say tomorrow night?' he asked her several weeks later.
     'Only,' and he grinned broadly at her, 'you have to catch your own
fish.' She had a rippling kind of laugh and, rather than send her
scuttling back into herself he grinned back.
     'I am, however, a very good cook so you don't have to cook it.
     'I really ought to study the quantums ' she said, already
retreating from that moment of amusement.
     'So ought I. We'll make it a work evening: catch fish, eat fish
and discuss quantums while we work.' He knew Asia was a T-4 - she'd
been tested - but it didn't hurt to reinforce her and he was deft
enough to do so.  Like 'so many Denebians, she was lackadaisical about
honing the ability she had.  That made it all the easier for him to
make a few adjustments, to help her think better of herself 'You do
understand the quantums better than I do, -' 'We'll find out whether or
not I do tomorrow.
     Right?  Gotta get on home now,' he said, as they came to her
turn-off.  He kicked his pony, Koto, into a lope and waved one hand in
an airy farewell.
     They got together once or twice during the next few weeks.  By
then his studies had begun to intrigue him into making voluntary forays
into the various aspects of spatial engineering.  Such problems were
the best meat to feed a healing mind.  Many Ravens had been of an
engineering bent and Rojer had caught his share of it, as well as a
keen sense of spatial relationships.  The maths were soothing, too,
and, over the next four months, he advanced as fast as the computer
Teach would let him.
     When he and Asia shared tutorials, he realized that her grasp of
the fundamentals was as firm as his own because she would volunteer
answers if he was the only other student present.
     Some days, when he had worked to total mental fugue, his
grandmother would suddenly require some item of hers from the cottage
and he'd have to ride Koto to wherever she was.  He knew, and she knew
that he knew, that either of them could have 'ported the item to her if
she needed it urgently but they both knew he was the better for the
exercise.  He submitted to her careful bullying with good grace.
     Isthia never had cause to call him a cocky boy and she approved of
his friendship with Asia.
     But, oh, in the night, how he missed the feel of warm 'Dini bodies
snuggled against his.  And oh, how often he was about to ask Gil's
opinion or share a wry notion with Kat.  He'd still wake to find his
pillow damp but Isthia insisted that tears were well spent.
     I'm over five times your age, Rojer Lyon, and I still cry!
     Isthia had told him rather forcefully the first time he protested
that he was too old for weeping.
     It gave him a headache but he'd usually feel better inside.
     Then there was the morning when Jeran required help to bring in a
large ship of Mrdini specialists who wanted to prowl through all the
bits and pieces that Denebians had found of the original two Hive scout
ships.  As Jeran had no 'Dini language skills, Rojer had to perform the
landing courtesies.  That gave him his first contact since the tragedy
and, to his surprise, he slipped easily into the required formalities
of body and language.  Then, too, these were 'Dinis he'd never met
before nor would be likely to meet again so there was no real personal
involvement.
     Isthia had been right, Rojer decided on his return home.  Time did
heal.  He recognized that he had taken one more large step out of
mourning.  He began to spend more time with Asia and had managed to
teach her to fry her own fish without burning it.
     Rojer?  His uncle Jeran's voice was unmistakable.  'Port yourself
here.
     Rojer had also learned over the last year not to expect
explanations from Jeran so he saved the problem he was working on the
Engineering Teach and checked to see if his clothes were clean enough
for a Tower appearance.  He'd depilated his face that morning and had
had a recent trim, though today's scrutiny in the mirror made him
realize that the Gwyn silver lock seemed to have broadened.
     Finger-combing it back from his forehead, he exhaled a deep breath
and 'ported himself to the plascrete apron at the foot of the Deneb
City Tower.
     As well he picked the spot he did, for there were quite a few
vehicles parked just beyond him, and several of the ubiquitous Denebian
ponies in the turn-out field.
     He wondered what was up.
     By the time he had assessed the population of the large Tower room
and 'felt' the agitated presence of his cousin, Asia Eagles, he decided
that today was Test Day for the several engineering students of Deneb
City.  He took the Tower steps three at a time.  Jeran welcomed his
breathless nephew with a solemn nod - his uncle could be more methody
than his father ever was - and pointed to the one free workstation.
     There were six, back to back and arranged so no-one could see into
the other.  Asia was in the workstation opposite him.  He gave her an
encouraging grin because her complexion had an odd green tinge to it.
     'Maybe he shouldn't have sprung the test on you so suddenly?' he
whispered as he sat down.
     'He knows how I'd fret,' Asia said, looking sicker than ever.
     'You'll do grand, Asia.  You're faster'n'me in jojunctions and
quantums.
     She cast him a dire look.  'No-one's faster'n you at quantums, -'
NO TALKING!  'Of any kind, Jeran added aloud.
     'I'm the monitor.' Asia made a sorrowful grimace.
     'Your stations will display the test questions in precisely one
minute four seconds.  Two hours are allowed for the first section, to
be followed by a break of fifteen minutes during which you may move
about or relieve yourselves.  There are four papers, with a half-hour
break for lunch.  You may, of course, leave the test-station whenever a
paper is finished.' A mixture of groans and guffaws met that statement.
     Jeran permitted himself a small smile.  'It has been known to
happen.
     Is everyone prepared?' Deeper groans greeted that query.
     The dark screen before Rojer suddenly lit and the initial page of
the first paper presented him with a problem he knew he could answer
easily.  That gave him considerable self-confidence.  He'd show them
all    'There's no way I've passed,' Rojer heard Asia groan in a
tone of abject defeat at the end of the examination day.
     'Don't come on like that with me, Asia,' he said as sternly as he
dared.  Even with him, she'd sometimes retreat into a silent
unresisting victim.  'I've been working with you too long.  I know your
abilities.  And I won't have you belittling yourself#He did a little
'tinkering' to encourage more optimism.  'There wasn't a single problem
we haven't gone over and you know all the structural ones because we've
gone over them together.  So, we'll just wait and see if I failed,
too.' Shocked out of her self-denigration, her ripple of laugh bubbled
up, slightly hysterical with disbelief# You?  Fail?  Rojer, you
couldn't!' 'Since I know as much as you know, then you couldn't either.
     Or we both did.  Pick your choose!' he added airily, grinning.
     Somehow he could usually make her smile back at him.  It was a
tired and tentative effort on her part, but it was a smile.
     He gave his head a shake to clear the tension of a long day's
concentration and exhaled sharply.  He really didn't think he'd done
too badly so there was no way she had.  Certainly not on the spatial
equations and the jo-junctions.  They'd been snaps.  He'd seen
Commander Metrios work them often enough while on the Genessee - - He
pushed himself back from the workstation, compressing his lips.  He
hadn't thought of Gil or Kat all day - even at the lunchbreak when
they'd all been exchanging complaints about the severity of the
testing.
     That is as well, Rojer, for you must move on now, he heard Jeran
say softly, and not because there was anyone who would listen but
because Jeran wanted to convey more than sympathy and approval.
     'Softly' expressed such multiples better.
     'You're dismissed now, candidates,' Jeran said out loud.  'The
results will be tabulated and sent to your personal terminals later
this evening.  You've been diligent and I am certain that all who
should qualify will.' 'He says that every year, murmured one of the
boys Rojer did not know.
     'Rojer,' Jeran went on, though he surely had heard the cynical
remark, 'Rami asked if you'd care to stop by before you leave the City.
     Rojer grinned at the implied invitation to dinner.
     Jeran's wife was an extremely good cook and tonight would be one
when he'd appreciate having a meal he didn't have to prepare.  He could
even put up with the proximity of his cousin Barry's 'Dinis.
     Jeran also caught that and nodded once again, his eyes, so like
the Rowan's, brighter with approval.
     'Not the fatted calf but that casserole you're so fond of' Jeran
said, after the others had departed.  He was closing down the station,
switching the messaging system to his house unit.
     'Can I help?' Rojer asked.
     'This doesn't take long.  Get a breath of fresh air, lad,' Jeran
said and gestured for his nephew to leave.
     Just as Rojer reached the bottom of the stairs, he was astonished
to hear the generators turn on.
     Find yourself a carrier, Rojer, a voice told him.  You have five
minutes to gather up any things you need from the cottage.
     Mother'll send on the leftovers under your bed.
     Granddad?
     Speaking as such, let me congratulate you on the high{h scores you
achieved on your exams.  Honours, even.  There was a chuckle.  Speaking
as Earth Prime, you're to get your lazy butt to the Mars Moon Base.
     The refugee ship has just now assumed its assigned geosynchronous
orbit and the technicians are thronging to get inside it.  High Council
has insisted that I assign Primes to assist in this venture into alien
territory.
     Father, Jeran interjected, Roger's had an exhausting day.
     And you know farely well that we Primes can't bear proximity to
Hiver metals.  The reaction on a tired mind will be all the most
intense .  - Jeran, you fuss more than your grandmother over the boy.
     And it's Rojer's choice.  Care to come?
     Suddenly mental fatigue vanished as the adrenalin of challenge
swept through Rojer.  Even the Moon Base had food dispensers.  And
sleep?  At this moment?
     I got honours, granddad?  If he had, then Asia had.
     High enough to make Xexo impossible, according to your mother, and
certainly Earth Prime wants one of his own there to keep an eye on
things.  You won't be required to go 'in' the vessel: just manoeuvre
lights and rescue those who step into Hiver tubes.
     Rojer wasn't certain if it was making Xexo proud or the challenge
of investigating, even at a remote distance, the undamaged Hive sphere,
that was causing his elation.
     Hell, granddad, I could even manage going inside it - if I didn't
have to stay too long, Rojer replied.
     Then move it, lad, or the post'll have to go to someone else.
     granddad, did Asia Eagles pass?
     Asia Eagles?  There was a pause.  Yes.  But don't waste time.
     Rojer did not consider it a waste of time to try to give Asia that
reassuring news but when he tried to reach her mind with the good news,
she'd closed up tight as a pod in a misery of anxiety.  Just like her,
the silly clunch!  She'd know soon enough and he'd tease her - gently
about her lack of confidence.  Then he focused his mind on his room in
Isthia's cottage and started 'porting tapes, disks, oddments, belatedly
remembering to snatch a carisak into which he dumped these belongings.
     You'll need at least one change of clothing, lad, Jeran said with
an amused snort and himself plucked several items of clothing from the
cottage, more neatly folded than Rojer had left them.  These were added
to the carisak.
     Closing it, Rojer sprinted for the nearest single personnel
carrier.  As he stretched himself out on the narrow couch inside, he
reached out a long arm to haul the lid down.  He heard a brief second
thump and grinned that his uncle bothered to check that the latches had
caught.  So methody of him!
     Please thank Raini for me, Jeran.  I'm sure I won't eat as well
&ad luck, Rojer, the brisk kindly voice of his grandmother cut in.
     thanks for everything .  . . and then Rojer felt the indefinable
sensation that told the experienced travelling Talent that he was
nolonger where he had just been.  He heard a chuckle.
     Granddad?  Now I'd call that cocky!
     Would you?  And his grandfather's chuckle renewed with a certain
pleased edge to it.
     'OK in there, sir?' a slightly less confident voice asked.
     'Fine!' The hatch opened to reveal a double-domed darkness, well
sprinkled with stars, but Rojer was too familiar with Callisto to
believe that's where he'd been 'ported.
     He sat up and saw the naval rating peering in at him.
     'Rojer Prime.  . . his grandfather corrected him firmly.
     Lyon, Prime.  Am I expected?' 'Yes, sir, you are sir Rojer
grimaced a bit at the 'sirring' since it evoked memories which still
caused him to wince.  He hitched himself out of the corner, slung the
carisak over his shoulder and gestured for the rating to lead the way.
     As he came round the carrier on his way to the airlock that joined
the carrier depot with the gigantic Moon Base facility, he stopped
abruptly.  There, above him, half-lit by Sol, was the complete sphere
of the refugee ship he was here to explore.  She was appropriately
equipped with regulation buoy lights.
     'She's a beaut, sir, even for an alien craft, the rating said with
an odd ring of pride in his voice.  'We were lucky to snag her to Mars
Phobos Base even if now there's as many 'Dinis here as there would be
if she'd been sent to one of theirs.' "Dinis bother you?' Rojer asked,
bridling at the hint of intolerance in the rating's tone.
     'Me, sir?  No, sir,' was the almost startled reply as they entered
the first of several lift shafts on the way to their destination.
     'Cute little beggars, most of 'em.
     Better manners n some I could name not too far from here.  To
starboard now, sir.
     A quick scan of the rating's mind showed Rojer that the man was
honest enough - so long as he was not required to be much in their
company.
     'Don't they keep that Hiver queen here?' The rating visibly
flinched and shot Rojer a nervous look.  'No, she's down on Earth's
Moon Base.  Heinlein Rojer depressed the 'deliver' button.  A
mellifluous Buildings.  No way she or anything she can make out of her
eggs can get out of that place.' 'Oh?  Has she hatched more of the
larvae?' Surely someone would have mentioned it to him, Rojer thought,
if the matter had been noteworthy.
     'A couple of oddies.  Small scuttling things,' and the rating gave
a snort of disdain.  'Vents got checked again, thinking she might be
trying to send 'em outside.  No way she can!' The man had pride in his
service's security measures.
     As they traversed several corridors and took one more long ride
upwards, Rojer wondered how soon he could wangle a chance to get down
to the Moon and observe her.  If, as the experts were now fairly
certain, the queens controlled all ship functions, he ought to see her
for himself as well as the attendants and other varieties she had
finally allowed to hatch.  As far as he knew, his cousin Rhodri was
still on duty there.
     'Here you are, sir,' the rating said, stopping by a door and
pointing to a palm-pad.  'If you'll just do the necessary .
     Rojer obliged by placing his hand on the pad and felt the tingle
that registered the quarters to his imprint.
     Then the door whooshed open on a good-sized, attractively
furnished lounge area: a good few notches above the usual naval base
interiors.  Peering about, he saw that he also had separate sleeping
and sanitary rooms.  The rating was more concerned that he know how to
operate the internal comunit, where emergency life-support equipment
was stored, and which numbers to dial for which services.  He had no
sooner finished this briefing than the comunit blinked a message light.
     'I'll leave you to it, sir,' the rating said and, with another
smart salute, left.
     voice - much kinder to the ear than the usual 'service' computer
voice - informed him that Commandant Enarit del Falco would like to see
him as soon as he was settled.  A directional node dropped out of the
message slot.
     Rojer checked the digital on the wall and decided, as he reset his
wrist unit to the local time, that as soon as he was settled' included
attending to the rumbling in his guts.  It was mid-morning here and he
was far too hungry to wait till lunchtime.
     The dispenser unit was standard navy; the menu that scrolled past
Rojer's incredulous eyes was anything but.  Delighted, Rojer watched
long enough to discover many favorite and esoteric dishes before he
ordered the most unusual item he saw - a high protein described as
'genuine beefalo steak', which tasted succulent enough to be genuine.
     Then he contacted the Commandant's office that he was now settled
in.
     Donning the button which had been forwarded by pneumatic slot to
him, he let it guide him through the maze of corridors and lifts.  He
knew that the Phobos Moon Base was as many levels deep in solid lunar
rock as above it and equally as wide.  He figured by the upward
progress on which the rating had led him that he was housed in
'executive territory' but he made another upwardly mobile short journey
to an even more prestigious level, encountering more and more officers
of high rank as he progressed - inward now, he thought.
     Though he was an obvious civilian, he was more often accorded a
salute than a smile.  Then, as he turned to a set of wide double doors,
the node informed him that he had arrived.
     The Commandant's suite of offices were imposing on a par with his
grandfather's level of the Blundell Building.  He sensed many minds not
far away and wondered if stopping to eat a meal had made him late for
an important meeting.  The handprint pad was conspicuous enough to
suggest that everyone put his hand there so he did.  One leaf of the
door swung inward to a huge but empty foyer, walls and ceilings
impressively decorated by naval ships, sea and space, down the ages.
     Damn, Rojer thought, he should have made some attempt to find out
this Commandant's status in the table of Alliance organization.
     He's not quite as important as Grandfather, said a very welcome
voice, but he thinks he is.
     Where are you, Thian?  Rojer looked at the many doors leading off
this foyer.
     Come now, brother, surely that's elementary!
     Rojer chuckled and confidently turned to the righthand one of two
double-doored entries.  It opened to a huge, well-populated
'operations' area, dominated by screens wrapped round the walls, with
horizontal plotting boards at various locations on the floor space, two
transparent spheres, one of which was fitted out with some internal
components.  All around the room workstations were occupied and
equations and displays flashed their messages to those seated before
them.  He spotted five with engineering configurations.  The room was
full of humans and Mrdini and no-one paid his arrival any attention
whatever.
     Hi, there, bra, said Thian, his voice buoyant with cheerful
welcome.  Did you like the beefalo?  Smart of you to eat while you had
the chance because the Admiral is unlikely to take into consideration
that you've done a full day's work already.
     Once his brother began speaking, Rojer located him at the far end
of the chamber in a group of evidently high-ranking naval officers to
judge by their static positions and sombre expressions.  About them,
like satellites, other uniformed personnel hovered, either busily
checking note-pads or awaiting assignment.
     As Rojer made his way toward his tall, self-assured brother, he
noted the more obvious fact that, while Thian wore a navy shipsuit,
there was an FT&T insignia on his shoulder and the Prime tab on his
collar.  He also thought his brother looked a lot older than he had
when they had last met.  Whenever that was.  Ah, yes, when Laria had
come home for her birthday.  There were subtle changes in his older
brother's face and bearing.
     Watch the one who's jabbering at me, Thian added as Rojer made his
way across the cavernous room, although Thian gave every outward
appearance of total concentration on what was being said to him by a
shorter, black-haired man with a strangely taciturn face.
     If Prtglm had had the sense to get human support to destroy Xh-33,
Admiral Enarit del Falco, our Base Commandant, is the man who'd've
given it and rejoiced.  Del Falco is also extremely shrewd, intell(gent
and capable.  There isn't a thing that happens on this base that he
doesn't know about within seconds.  He's got absolutely no Talent so
we're safe to say all the things we want right in front of his face.
     On the other hand, lie's got a natural shield as impregnable as a
Hive sphere, which is very inconvenient.  Even Granddad and Grandmother
can't winkle in.
     The admiral turned slightly just then and Rojer gave an
inadvertent shudder at the closed face and took the final steps to his
brother under the admiral's scrutiny.
     'Ah, Admiral, speaking of the devil .  Thian said as if he'd just
noticed his brother's arrival.  He raised one arm which he then placed
about Rojer's shoulders, squeezing his hand in welcome.  And continued
a mental briefing while he effected the introductions.
     'Here's Prime Rojer Gwyn-Lyon, Eng.  Mec top honours - yes, you
did get top honours today which is exactly why you got snatched from
the quiet of Deneb and Grandma's cottage and thrust into this situation
without a chance for a day's rest - who's assigned along with me to
help you penetrate the interior of the Refugee - That's her official
designation, bra.  Don't let his manner get under your skin, Roj.  He
tries that one on everybody, even Granddad and Grandmother.  Got
nowhere with them so u'e have to keep up the family tradition.  He
doesn't like Talents but he needs the help only we can give him.
     Fortunately both you and I are independent of his authority even
if we are assigned to help.
     'Good to see you, bra.' And Thian dropped his arm, smiling down at
the admiral in his charismatic way, much as their grandfather might
have done in a similar situation.
     Having Thian in physical and mental support with so much coming at
him all of a sudden made all the difference.  So Rojer could smile,
too, summoning up what Isthia had called the deplorable tendency of her
male relatives to charm as easily as they breathed.
     Adopting a casual confidence, he inclined his head courteously to
del Falco.  The commandant did not offer his hand to the young Talent.
     Instead del Falco gave him such a piercing stare - he had the sort
of large black eye that appears to see through to the soul - that Rojer
was very glad of his brother's warning.
     'Privilege to be aboard, Admiral del Falco.' 'I thought you were
younger than your brother.' 'We're not far apart age-wise, sir,' Rojer
replied.
     Pea response, Roj.  He hasn't had time to read your transcript
because we had to wait to see if you passed the exams before we could
snatch you here.  The team that's going on board the Refugee requires
staff qualifications.  You got more than some, less than most.  He
won't take long to assess you.  He's got an info-plant.  And he's
accessing your file right now.  His eyes flicker when he's listening to
it.
     Updates on demand.  Don't know why he isn't schizo.  Oh, and our
birth years are not given.  Granddad's had dealings with this bird.
     Just as well you don't look seventeen.  That last was said in a
rueful tone, acknowledging Rojer's bereavement and its tragic
circumstances, and accompanied by an affectionate mental hug.  Steady
on.  He's coming up with 'the look'!
     The Admiral was and, in spite of Thian's warning, Rojer very
nearly rocked back on his heels at the intensity of that black and
penetrating gaze.  So he smiled as equably as he could until del Falco
broke the eye contact, having evidently heard sufficient from his
info-plant to place Rojer in the pertinent category.
     'Dini coming up behind you, Roj!  his brother said, his tone
coloured with apprehension.
     So Rojer had just enough warning to be prepared when a 'Dini voice
spoke.
     RJR LN, YOU WILL NOT MIND TO WORK WITH GREYS?' One of the good
guys, Thian added, smiling at the newcomer.
     So Rojer kept the smile on his face as he turned and almost
committed a solecism as he began to drop his eyes to the usual 'Dini
height.  But the 'Dini who had spoken was nearly as tall as Rojer.  And
not at all like the grey Prtglm.
     GREY HAS ALWAYS BEEN AN EXCELLENT COLOUR, rojer said, using the
body language that expressed honour at being in its company while
inclining from the waist with the bow deserved by a 'Dini of such size.
     The memory of Prtglm, or its colour, no longer had the power to
distress him.  'WHAT NAME, PLEASE, IS ONE TO USE IN ADDRESS?' 'THIS ONE
IS KNOWN AS GLMTML.' 'I'm glad that you two Primes have the chance to
meet Glmtml,' the admiral said, observing the exchange.
     'It leads the Mrdini team that's going to reveal Refugee's secrets
for us.' A smile that was not a smile but nearly a threat spread his
lips just slightly.  'Prime Lyon has just arrived, Glmtmi, so he hasn't
been briefed 'Not that Rojer needs it,' Thian said in a bland tone and
a shrug of his shoulders.  'Straight transfers of carriers to the
Refugee airlock, and then we act as guiding lights.
     And we rescue when required.  You know how many tubes a Hiver ship
has!' Rojer nodded solemnly while the Admiral, unaccustomed to being
interrupted, hesitated for one beat before smoothly continuing.  '.
     then there is no further need for delay, is there?' He turned to
Glmtrnl.
     'Your team is now assembled for transfer?' 'All are,' Glmtml said,
deferentially switching to Basic since the Admiral apparently was not
fluent in 'Dini.
     'Then let us proceed with Operation Illuminate,' and the admiral
turned his basilisk stare on the two Talents.
     He snapped his fingers behind his back and one of the waiting
ensigns leapt forward.
     The very gesture raised Rojer's hackles.  Maybe an admiral had
prerogatives a space captain didn't, but the implied absolute obedience
to such a discourteous summons rankled.
     Why do you think I enjoy baiting him so much, Roj?
     Thian said.
     'Escort the Primes to their ready room, Ensign.' 'No need for such
ceremony, Admiral,' Thian replied.  'I know where we're stationed,' and
he shot Rojer a mental picture of where they were going - a small room
with three Tower couches.  The room already had one occupant.
     More surprises, Thian?
     Thian grinned.  This evaluation operation is going to take all
three of us and wish we were more.  lit's go.  I love 'porting away
from him.  He hates it and there's not a thing he can do about it since
'porting expedites troop movement.  'My compliments and best wishes,
Glmtml.' Rojer had only time for a similar courtesy before his brother
'ported away.  He followed.
     That admiral had better watch himself, said the very pretty
occupant of the room as Rojer and Thian appeared.  He has female
officers.  Why do I have to creep about the place like an anathema,
Thian?
     'I told you that you should flaunt your self Flavia.
     This is, obviously, my brother, Rojer, who will remember his
manners when he stops gawking at you.' Completely surprised by the
sight of such a lovely woman, Rojer willingly held out his hand to
touch hers.
     Green/minty/velvet.  Flavia smiled quite gently back at him and
then turned with a business-like attitude to Thian.
     'They've got the right sort of beams now, and I think every single
marine and Mrdini're festooned with more light cells than Noel trees,'
she said as she slipped gracefully onto her couch.
     Thian directed Rojer's attention to the huge transparent
three-dimensional screen that dominated the wall facing their couches.
     At the point which Rojer also identified as the main hangar deck
of the Refugee, there were three coloured globes: blue, green and
yellow.
     Concentrating briefly on that area, Rojer also sensed a large
number of humans and 'Dinis.
     'Rojer, I'm supposedly in nominal charge of our part in this
operation,' Thian said.  'That board'll light up with each centimetre
we cover so we'll know where we've been.  I know you had a little look
round the frige 'Through a glass darkly, bra, since the inside was
still fogged with gas 'Since you're so full of engineering honours, you
get to hunt for the engine room .
     'I found it before - I think.
     'In the southern hemisphere, yes?  Good.  My priority is the
life-support system which the boffins think might surround the central
axis.
     'Are they suited up?' Rojer asked.
     'No, the navy flooded the ship with enough oxygen to fill a volume
of enclosed space equal to the size of the Great Sphere, and there's an
auxiliary system as back-up stuck off in the corner of the hangar.
     Plus, everyone's packing an emergency breather.  The sooner we get
the integral life-support system going, the better.
     The other priority for you is finding out what sort of fuel the
Hivers use but that'd also be stored in the southern hemisphere of the
ship.  Flavia,' and Thian grinned at the girl, 'is going to penetrate
into the queens' quarters and we might need you to switch there, too,
Rojer, to figure out how to turn the power on.
     Mostly we gotta keep track of people who get into trouble,
slipping off into tunnels and getting stuck in the small tubes.' 'Like
you did on the Great Sphere, huh?' Thian gave his brother a mock scowl.
     'I was following orders when I found the larvae.' 'Still comes
down to baby-sitting,' Rojer said with a spurious groan.
     'I wouldn't let any of the marines hear you put it like that,
Rojer,' Flavia said in mock warning.
     'Marines can break legs just like anyone else,' Rojer replied
flippantly.
     'Not with this Admiral,' Thian said tartly.  'Everybody
comfortable?  Good, then,' and he pointed to the red light blinking on
the comunit, 'the boffins are all loaded.
     Let's hoist 'em up there.' Rojer turned his attention then to
three large carriers, each filled with excited men and Mrdinis, cradled
and waiting to be 'ported up to the ship.
     'OK?' Thian said, looking from one side to the other.
     Flavia and Rojer both nodded and simultaneously the three Primes
lifted the carriers and deposited them in a neat line on the Refugee's
hangar deck where once the deadly Hiver scout ships had been housed.
     What'n'ell is that?  A smell or an emanation?  The voice was
female, the tone disgusted and uneasy.
     'They've sent Talents up there?' Flavia asked in surprised
indignation.
     'Admiral doesn't believe in the stingg-pzzt, Thian said, 'although
I explained it quite carefully and so did Granddad and Grandmother.'
'So who's the speaker?  Can we reassure her?' Flavia asked.
     Thian had closed his eyes briefly.  'I think that's
Lieutenant-Commander Semirame KIoo, head of the naval exploration team.
     According to her file, she's a T-5 sender, with little or no
training.
     She opted for a place in the Naval Academy.' 'So we don't know if
she can receive?' Rojer asked.
     Commander Kloo?
     Huh?  who?
     Prime Thian speaking.  You are experiencing what we Talents call
the 'stingg-pzzt' of Hive metal.
     That wasn't in my briefing.  She sounded both relieved and
annoyed.
     I don't believe the admiral accepts this reaction as valid.  As
you are currently surrounded by Hive metal, you '11 be pleased to know
that such a reaction confirms the possession of latent Talent.
     Thanks!  was the droll response.
     Anyone else in your team seem afraid in a similar fashion?
     So far I'm the only one complaining, Prime Lyon, and her tone was
resigned.
     Thian, please, me.
     How'd you know my nickname?  Nevermind.  Of course, you would.
     How do I get rid of this stinggpzzt sensation?  Or reduce its
effect somehow or other.  It's rather .  . . disconcerting.
     It won't hurt you but continued exposure might make you rather
short-tempered.
     Ha!  I've already got that reputation so now I've a good reason.
     So long as it doesn't bite me, I'll just get on with the job.
     Shall we?
     My brother, Rojer, is your guide, Rome.  He can dampen the
reaction to some extent.  let him know you notice anyone else affected
or if it begins to affect your judgement.
     Thanks.  Hey!  That's better.  And hey, I didn't know I could
receive.
     Rojer took over.  Primes can manage two-way communications with
much lower than a T-5, Rome.  Now, I've ignited my guide globe and, ri
you '11 just have your group follow it, we'll begin Operation
Illuminate on its way to the engine rooms.
     I've got enough ladders to climb us back down to Mars.  And hey,
this beats staying on the combutton.  Rojer could almost see her grin.
     lit's move it, and by the additional depth to her tone, they knew
she was speaking aloud to her detail.  Follow the yellow-brick road
right!
     Forries, you take left, Maumu, take right and plant those cells
whooops, just lost Maumu down a tube.  Oh, hey, that's great!
     Rojer retrieved the faller who was as shaken by the unexpected and
almost instantaneous rescue as he was by an equally unexpected descent.
     Well, slap a light beside the dam tied tube, sailor, was Rome's
testy comment.  And if you were stopped before you hit the bottom, be
glad we've got the Talents on our tails.  Beg pardon, lighting our way!
     As the various teams proceeded, the sphere slowly filled with
details.  Oval tunnels of varying circumferences riddled the periphery
and evidently provided access for Hiver specialist life-forms from one
area to another.  Few were comfortable for those exploring them but
gradually, over the next week, a network in each quadrant and
hemisphere began to emerge.
     Rojer found the engine room and the incredible clutter of
components that, when activated, gave Refugee its propulsion.  Fuel was
discovered in sealed tanks, each fed by intricate coils into one
section of the vast engine mass.  More powerful light units were
requested by those who had had a harrowing trip down smooth, cramped
oval tunnels.  The engine room was not all that spacious either and
seemed to be accessed by conduits much too small for either human or
'Dini bodies.
     'A combinant fuel,' was one expert 5 immediate theory.
     'Then why is the mixture apparently run over that large
crystalline object so carefully bracketed in the housing?' Opaque pipes
around the chamber suggested some sort of lighting: a theory that was
supported by the fact that the various feed lines and coils were
colour-coded.
     To prove it correct, the sphere's power would need to be on.
     'You'd have to be an acrobat to service this bloody affair,' said
a propulsion specialist from Earth.  He was attempting to get on top of
the main unit for a better perspective.
     Several fascinating boards, of a control type, were discovered at
floor level.  They were segmented into different colours and were
touch-controlled.  Another few sections covered one of the lower
ceilings of the large oval chamber.  Judiciously removing some of the
floor plates showed that these panels led directly either to the engine
mass or the fuel tanks.  Geting diagnostic machinery into the cramped
engine room required both Rojer's assistance and the removal of nearly
a dozen specialists.  By 'removing' them back to the main cargo bay
where food was being served and remote screens had been sited did much
to reduce their disappointment and anger at not being right on the
scene.
     Flavia's group penetrated rather more easily than expected to the
twelve queen quarters which formed a circle around the inner axis of
the ship.  Four of the twelve were larger than the others, suggesting
that there was some order of precedence among the queens.  Once again,
controls were situated in awkward - for human and Mrdini - positions
depending from ceilings, angled up from the floors and in the narrow
ends of the oval-shaped quarters.
     'No-one's found the starting button yet,' Rojer remarked to his
companions.  He was hallway to cancelling a random thought as too
ridiculous when his brother started to laugh.
     'They may yet have to do just that, Roj.' 'Do what?' Flavia
demanded, half turning her head in their direction while she kept most
of her attention on her work.
     We've got a queen, Thian said softly.  Presumably she'd know how
to start up - Flavia's eyes went round.  lit her aboard that ship?
     She can't take it anywhere but if all the king's horses and all
the king's men can't figure out how to turn the power on --- Thian said
and shrugged without adding the obvious conclusion.
     'Oh!' Flavia mulled that problem over.  'Surely someone 'Hope so!'
Rojer said but he couldn't be very encouraging as he watched his group
clambering over the machinery, following coloured leads, attempting to
fathom the unusual composition of the Hive drive.  It was apparently
much more efficient than it looked.
     There were only so many viable forms of space drive, or so humans
and Mrdini were agreed.  Perhaps they should have tried to capture one
of the Xh-33 scouts or shuttles when they had the chance.  But,
according to what Rojer had been told, that had been impossible as well
as unlikely.  The kidnap of Refugee had been thought to be enough of a
coup as well as a solution.
     After two full watches of exploration - and the kind Wasn't this
more of an academic exercise anyway, Rojer wondered.  They didn't
really need to know how the Hive ship worked, or who did what where and
when.  The navy did need to discover exactly where to aim what sort of
missiles to destroy a Hive ship, or render it helpless.
     Thian had located the life-support area, just above the queens'
level.  The gas had destroyed whatever plant types generated oxygen
although emergency supplies in tanks were carefully racked in adjacent
storage space.
     Thian's second find were the round cases of food stuffs: all
colour-coded, though whatever glyphs the spheres bore were
indecipherable.  The semantic experts were delighted with this much to
work on.  The ship seemed oddly devoid of signs of any type, though
illumination proved that certain colours must be recognizable to
various queen workers, or why bother colouring anything?
     One of the 'Dini xenobiologists suggested that a sample of each of
the food cases be sent to the Heinlein Base.  The queen had been
quiescent far too long and the theory was that she might be missing
some vital nutritional elements.  Surely that could be remedied by
supplying her with home-grown sustenance.
     On the main schematic board, tubes, halls, oval access conduits,
pipes and tunnels were appropriately coloured to match the originals.
     Save for the irising airlocks, hangar and cargo bays, there were
no doors.
     There didn't seem to be 'crew' quarters either but there were more
of the larvae tubes, all spiking out from the various queen quarters,
similar to the ones Thian and Lieutenant Auster-Kiely had discovered.
     Empty, of course.
     of vigilance required of the three Primes - Thian sent a message
to Admiral del Falco that the Primes were going off duty.
     'Don't let him argue you out of it, Thian,' Rojer said, the
inexorable fatigue of nearly thirty hours of intense activity making
itself felt in his mind and bones.
     'I'm bushed.' 'That is quite obvious,' Flavia said, but she spoke
with such kind concern that Rojer couldn't resent it.
     She swung her legs to the side of her couch.  'They've more than
enough to keep them going with the main objectives found.  They have
enough personnel to swap round but we don't have that option.  I'm
quite hungry!
     Those sandwiches they sent up - oh, hours ago now have left a
larger gap.
     When contacted, the Admiral grunted and frowned.
     'And what happens if there is an emergency requiring a Prime's
abilities?  Had you thought of that?' 'Indeed we have: Earth Prime has
delegated a capable T-2 for such duty,' and right on cue, someone
rapped on the door.  'Here is Clancy Sparrow now.
     Another cousin?  Rojer asked in amazement just as the door to
their ready room slid open.
     'I know.  I keep trying to live it down,' Clancy replied with a
grin which widened appreciatively when he turned to Flavia.  Then he
noticed the sphere and whistled.  'Boy, you guys lit the great white
way!' He swallowed then, eyes rounding in concern.  'Let's just hope I
don't get more than one emergency at a time with such an area to cover.
     Thian laughed and gestured for Clancy to take his couch.  'Call on
Beva Margellis if you do get pushed.
     She's a T-3 Healer but she can 'port independently or in merge.
     You met Beva, didn't you, during the briefing?' 'Yup, got her
touch.
     See you.  And, hey, Roj, congratulations.
     So much had happened that day that Rojer couldn't remember why
Clancy would be congratulating him.
     'Oh, yeah, thanks.  How did Asia do?' Clancy grinned.  'i'll coz
was only two points below you!' 'I told her she'dpassed.  Asia's not
stupid!' 'Oh, hey, I know it,' Clancy said, recoiling from Rojer's
fervent partisanship.  'We all know it back home on Deneb.  We just
can't seem to get her to know it.' 'Go to bed, Roj,' Thian said and
Rojer wasted no more time, using the last of his energy to 'port
himself to his quarters.  He took time for a shower and a nutrient
drink.  When he gratefully stretched out on the excellent and
comfortable bed, he had time for one guilty thought: he'd've had plenty
of room for Gil and Kat in with him.
     'Those are emergency repair ways and it's the scuttling critters
that were used for 'em,' Thian was saying the next day when Rojer
reported for duty.  He was speaking on screen to a scowling, grizzled
naval officer with commander tabs on his collar.  'If you've plumbed
'em with remotes, that's the best that's available.  Doesn't that help?
     Or do you want to borrow one of the scuttlers the queen hatched?'
Hi, Roj!  Boy, do you feel a hundred per cent better this afternoon.
     You shouldn't have let me sleep so long.
     You needed it and we need you alert.
     'Permit one of those those vermin .  . into the Refugee?' The
commander turned brick red with outrage.
     Flavia waggled fingers at Rojer as she lay on her couch, without
turning her head about.  Rojer could see that she was directing a
remote node down one of the narrower tubes.
     To judge by the colours that crisscrossed the sphere map, the
internal investigation of Refugee was proceeding well.
     'The vermin , Commander, were designed to manoeuvre in those
spaces as mobile repair units.  The wiring seems to be coded by an
imbedded design since there wouldn't be sufficient light to see colour.
     Since neither humans nor 'Dini come in the appropriate size, it
was just a suggestion!' 'And totally unacceptable!  Totally!  You may
be a Prime but you're here to do just one job.  Now stick to that!' 'As
a Prime, let me remind you, sir, that I would be in complete control of
the critter,' Thian replied and Rojer had no trouble 'pathing how much
Thian enjoyed the present exchange.
     No-one's thrown the power switch, Flavia said, her mind alive with
laughter though her expression was serenely polite.  The navy's having
knicker attacks.  The 'Dinis are sulking and it's all our fault.
     Sipping from his third cup of really fine coffee, Roj sat on his
couch to listen to both levels of Thian 5
     conversation.  Interesting that his brother had had much the same
notion that had occurred to him.  The only beings who could operate
that ship were those for whom it was designed.  For all the
consultants, advisers, experts and technicians swarming about in the
Refugee, not one of them had the shape, height or digital equipment
that was required to power up the ship.  Until then, no 'complete'
investigations could be essayed.
     'Just forget that asinine suggestion, Prime, and I'll forget you
made it.
     Thian shrugged.  'As you wish, Commander, but I feel obliged to
mention that there would be no risk.
     The creatures are purpose-built, as it were, and can do no more
than they were designed to do - run those small access ways to make
necessary repairs.' 'Repairs are not the problem, Lyon.  if' and the
commander's pause was significant, 'and when you come up with any more
such bright ideas, use the proper channels.' The screen went blank.
     Flavia then doubled up with a fit of the giggles.
     You were marvellous, Thian, she 'pathed since she was physically
incapable of speaking intelligibly through her laughter.  Oh, Roj, that
man '5 been impossible since we came on duty.  To begin with, he
doesn't like Talents and resents having to work with us.  And the
stupid things he wanted Clancy to do - - The only one on this watch
with any sense is Rome Kloo.  She thinks we should make a device like
the palps of the queen and see if the board can't be activated by using
those.
     Pressure operated?  A sequence needed?  what?  which?
     Thian had turned away from the blank screen, his facial expression
one of disgust and frustration.
     'OK, engineer, you got any ideas?  I sure would like us Primes to
start up that bloody ship of theirs.  Hell, we've done all the work on
it so far, following it, capturing it, stealing it, and bringing it
back.  Lighting the whole damn thing up so they could see where they
were going.  And now we're supposed to turn it on.
     They're the naval experts.  We're just lousy T&Ts.' Then Thian let
out a long breath and apologized to them for sounding off.
     'You got the right, bra, Rojer said and then cocked his head.
     'You got the right idea, too.  Only putting one of the queen's
scuttle bugs isn't going to solve anything.  If I remember correctly,
Grandmother Rowan was under the distinct impression that the queens
gave all the orders, so if the scuttle hasn't any orders, it'll just
sit there.' Thian regarded his brother, flicked his grey eyes to Flavia
and a smile started to curve his lips.
     Now, just a minute, Thian, Rojer said with more intensity than he
intended, I got in trouble - - You didn't get in trouble, Roj, Thian
said, his eyes sparkling with sudden anger as he corrected his brother.
     And you had enough smarts to recognize Big Trouble when you saw
it.  So did Gil and Kat.
     The unexpected reminder brought tears to Rojer's eyes.  This was
the first time anyone in his family had spoken so bluntly about the
incident.  But Thian was wound up and Rojer forced himself to ignore
that painful reminder and concentrate on what his brother was saying.
     But I think we all have the same idea.  Flavia?  She nodded.  I'll
clear it with Granddad, Thian added.  Besides, we'd need his help and
Roddie's at the Observatory.  But it could be done.
     The navy'd have apoplexy, Rojer began, although the idea was
taking firm root as the only way to many objectives, not the least of
which was confounding people like Admiral del Falco who fundamentally
did not like Talents and made their distrust and hatred as obvious as
the commander had.  OK, Thian, how would we go about it?  Rojer asked.
     Thian crossed his ankles, dangling them off the side of his couch,
his hands clasped between his thighs.  Well, it'd take a fair amount of
timing.  One, getting Roddie to falsify the recorders in the
Observatory so no-one knows the queen is gone.  Two, we gotta have the
queens' chambers on the Refugee cleared of people and now technicians
are crammed into them, each thinking he or she'll find the switch-on.
     Three, we need the right sort of personnel on duty, both 'Dini and
human, so no-one panics when the ship turns on.
     How can we be sure the queen '11 co-operate even if we could get
her there?  Flavia asked.
     if you'd been locked up away from all that was familiar to you,
and you were suddenly in a ship you could operate, wouldn't you try to
escape?  Thian asked.
     I would, being a human, Flavia said.
     A 'Dini would, too, Rojer said.  But would a Hive queen?
     I think so, Roj, Thian said thoughtfully.  You said they didn't
waste any time scramming from Refugee when they were threatened.  I
think survival is the highest priority of queens.
     But if it takes twelve queens to crew a ship, Flavia put in, and
that's what even our experts believe now So, if she just stands there
as she's been doing, we won have lost anything, will we?  Thian said.
     But look how survival oriented she is - hatching attendants to
tend to her needs first, then the tiny ones she obviously hoped would
be able to get out of the facility.  She hasn't done a thing since they
failed.
     Common sense suggests she'd try.
     And that's all we need her to do, isn't it?  Try?  Flavia said.
     Show us how to start that wretched ship up.  Then we can leave
this installation and do something more appropriate to our rank and
skills.
     Thian and Rojer both regarded Flavia with surprise.
     I'm tower-trained, Flavia said with a touch of asperity, and while
I've certainly enjoyed a break from my usual duties, I do not
appreciate being belittled by persons like that commander.  She pursed
her lips and regarded the brothers with a slightly defensive
expression, as if daring them to reprimand her.
     Thian smiled, and Rojer rolled his eyes as his brother soothed
Flavia.  'Yeah, it could get under your skin.  But then, you have every
right to be annoyed at the treatment we've been getting.  I've been
serving on navy ships so it doesn't bother me as much but that
commander's attitude needs adjusting.' He winked at Flavia and then
Rojer.  They'd been reasonably sure that their ready room conversations
were being recorded, a standard operating procedure.  So, do we put
this bnght idea through the proper channels?
     Granddad?  what if he doesn't like it?  Conflicting emotions which
obviously didn't worry Thian at all besieged Rojer.  But then Thian
Rojer cancelled that line of thought.
     So, we get our heads handed back to us by one more authority.
     Thian shrugged.  I think it'd be kind of fun to try!  Hell's
bells, Roj, it was your notion to begin with.
     Yeah, but .  . . Then Rojer stopped to ponder the ramifications.
     Yeah but, and Thian dared him, if it's young Engineer Prime Lyon
who shows the navy boffins just how easy it was to determine where to
turn the power on .  It'd shake a lot of people and 'Dinis up and
certainly give us Primes a minor triumph.
     I'm game, Flavia said with a laugh, her eyes twinkling as she was
caught up by both mischief and a possible triumph.  Then her expression
sobered.  Can we transport a Hiver?
     We've never run across anything we couldn't 'port, Thian said, and
both Roj and I have handled some pretty odd packages.  Hell's bells,
Flavia, you were in with me and Grandmother stealing that sphere.  We
just steal the queen for a few minutes.  OK?  And before his fellow
conspirators could restrain him, Thian sent a finely tuned message to
Earth Prime.
     Are you available, Earth Prime?
     To you, Thian, always.
     We've an idea which needs your clearance, sir, and your help.
     lit me have it.
     When Thian finished the explanation, all three young Primes held
their breath throughout the seemingly endless silence from their
superior.
     As the naval operation seems stymied, obviously an unusual step
must be taken to break the impasse.  Yours makes more sense than any
others I've heard.  And certainly poses no danger to anyone.  Of
course, the queen might not be docile once she realizes where she is.
     Can you cope with that possibility and be able to restrain her?
     All we'd have to do is 'port her back to Roddie.
     But should she start the ship up Sir, Rojer said, a ship this size
takes time for its engines to warm up to take-off power.  We'd have her
back in her quarters before she'd get that far in a countdown.
     Look, I'll hedge that possible problem with a little safety net of
my own, Jeff Raven said.  I'll contact Roddie myself to see how we
organize the - ah.  . . excursion from his end.  I gather she's in one
of her immobile states now.
     Lieutenant Rhodri Eagles was only too happy to conspire to 'loan'
his prisoner to the scheme.
     I've kilos of recordings I can set in place.  But you are sure she
can't just scuttle out of the queens' quarters and get loose in the
ship?
     That possibility's being handled, Thian assured his cousin.  There
had been so many minor injuries of personnel falling into tubes,
tunnels and crawl spaces that grilles had been placed over apertures
not in use.
     The ones leading from the queens' quarters could be
telekinetically 'locked' down.
     Sort of mean of us, though, isn't it?  Giving her false hope?
     Roddie added, showing an unexpected sympathy for the Hiver queen.
     Hey, man, you need a change of duty if you're starting to think
like that, Thian replied.
     Well, you know, maybe I ought to apply for a transfer.
     This duty was exciting - for a while.  But the glamour has long
since worn off Any chance of you guys speaking up for me?  Roddie
asked.
     Sure thing.  who to?  Earth Prime or your CO?  what sort of duty
did you have in mind?
     ANYTHING.  I've even learned enough 'Dini to get along with them!
     We'll tell you when to switch tapes.  Get one picked out and ready
to substitute because we'll have to move fast when we do.
     Getting a chance to speak privately with LieutenantCommander
Semirame Kloo might have presented some problems but she solved that by
appearing at their table, tray in hand, during the next meal break.
     They had chosen this end of the officers' mess-room because the
next table was empty.
     'Can I join you?  Or are you off naval types?' 'Why would we be?'
Thian said, surprised at her query.
     'Baldwin!' she said succinctly, sliding her tray onto the surface
and seating herself.  'I heard how strong he came on today, the
xenophobic pea-brain.  He hates having to work with mixed crews, and
that means you as well as the 'Dinis.  He also wants to take all the
credit for any progress made on his watch as he's a little overdue for
promotion, you see.
     Thian grinned at her.  This mess-hall bug free?
     Rome Kioo rolled her eyes and grinned at Thian.
     'Sure is.  Whatcha got to say?' While her eyes began to sparkle
with curiosity and her body tensed ever so slightly with anticipation,
she started on her meal, acting in a perfectly normal manner.  But
remember to say something out loud so no-one'll wonder why this corner
of the room's gone silent.' So Thian began one of the double-talking
conversations he was becoming adept at.  'Chow's good today and we sure
need the break.' We have an idea that we could get the queen to show us
how to power up the Refugee.
     'Hmmm, so it is.' And Rome chewed with evident relish.  Tell me
more, you delightfully dembus man!
     All three Talents took turns explaining the plan, sprinkling
innocuous comments now and then.  When all was made clear, Rome looked
wisffully down at her empty plate.
     'I know that was a good meal but I've absolutely no recollection
of what I ate 'You nearly choked once his face straight with an effort.
     'And had two coughing fits helpfully 'But we can do it,' Rome
said.  'Only it will have to be on the next watch.  I'm on, so is
Glmtml 'It'd go along with this?' Thian was surprised.
     Rojer said, keeping Flavia added 'Oh, you'd be surprised,' and she
switched to covert speech, at what old Glmtml'd do it's ofrd up with
some of the brass on this project.  She blotted her lips with the
napkin, rose and picked up her tray.  'Thanks for the company.  Like to
do it more often while you're here.  I may need your discreet help in
rearranging the duty roster?  Like having the less co-operative types
sent to check out ordnance?  She grinned with sheer malevolence.  The
Refugee had racks of missiles but no launchers set in installations
clearly awaiting them: yet another sign of how rushed the Hivers had
been to leave their system and its decaying primary.
     'Any time,' Thian said.  'See you around?' 'Yup!' and Semirame
Kloo strode confidently towards the disposal slot, slipped in her tray
and left the wardroom.
     Slightly more than an hour later, Kloo gave a polite rap at the
Talents' ready room door before she slipped quickly inside, a grin
plastered on her face, as she flattened herself against the wall.
     Got some tinkering for you to do with the duty roster.  Gotta get
it done in the next five minutes.  Can you?
     Throw it up in the air and I'll catch, Thian said without moving
from his couch.
     Rome hesitated a moment, shrugged and tossed a folded piece of
film up in the air.  It disappeared.
     I can have everyone crucial to this operation of yours in position
fifteen minutes before this watch ends.  OK?  she added.
     Couldn't be OKer.
     She was gone as smoothly as she'd arrived.  Thian spread the film
on his thigh and smiled.
     Cover for me, will you, Roj, Flavia?  I'll have to get myself into
the main .  . . ah, here.  Hmmm.  That gal's pretty clever.
     There, that should do it.  Roddie?
     You rang, coz?
     Thian gave him the time.
     Uncle Jeff agreed?  Ohhohohoho!  I take back half the things I've
said about my illustrious relative, Rhodri Eagle chortled with gleeful
anticipation.  If he's going to cover your asses, he'll cover mine,
too.  Wow!  why is it that you can never brag about the really neat
things you've done?
     Because then they wouldn't be the neat things, Flavia said
unexpectedly.  'I do believe they have the life-support system on
line,' she added out loud.  'D'you think sgit leaves will make a
difference .  . . to the quality of the oxygen, I mean?' 'They do on
all the ships I've been on which added sgit leaves to their plant
banks.  And the 'Dinis never have foul air.' 'In'trusting,' Flavia
said, drawling.  'Well, it will save the drain on the Moon Base
supplies, of course.
     Because the Talents were more on a stand-by basis now that the
Refugee's interior had been diagrammed, the rest of the watch seemed to
drag almost interminably.
     My crew's in place, Thian, Rome said.  Then over the comunit, 'Ah,
Prime Thian, this is LieutenantCommander Kloo.  Can you stand by?
     We're effecting a decontam drill.' 'We heard you, loud and clear,
Commander.  Work away.
     Rojer caught a shadow out of the corner of his eye and, turning to
investigate, nearly fell off his couch.
     Granddad's here, he tried to whisper to Thian.
     Thian didn't turn his head but grinned broadly.
     Sort of thought you might, sir.
     Since I might have to save your asses, as Roddie so inelegantly
put it, I thought I might as well be in on the fun.
     And as back-up, too.  Don't you trust us, sir?  Thian said, only
half in jest.
     I trust you all right, Thian.  It's that elongated insect that
worries me.  We know so little about their psychology.
     Ready when you are, came Rhodri's cheerful voice.
     Your plan.  Go ahead, Thian, Jeff Raven said, folding his arms and
standing approximately where Rome had earlier in the watch.
     Merge, Roj, Flavia, Thian said.
     The three minds linked neatly, just as if this wasn't the first
time they'd made such contact.  With Thian in the lead, Rojer was more
aware of the strength of both minds than he'd been during their more or
less solo workings on the Refugee.  He was also conscious of another
potency which both bolstered and encouraged, yet was not a part of the
triple merge.
     'They' had no difficulty finding the Hiver queen where she nestled
in her shavings bed, her attendants polishing her body parts and
smoothing the fine hairs of her limbs.  The stingg-pzzt from her was
unbearably acute as the Thian merge made contact but the hesitation
lasted only that brief second of surprise and then 'they' neatly placed
her in the now darkened queens quarters of the Refugee: in one of the
larger chambers.
     Somehow Rome had rigged 'night' lighting which showed the watchers
the queen's form.  She had been in a semi-recumbent position in her
shavings, but the Merge had placed her upright and she had to adjust
her limbs for the standing position.  That done, she remained
motionless.
     Hell's bells, Thian said, we don't have days for you to decide
where you are and what to do.
     Stay calm!  said the confident watching potency.
     Abruptly the queen moved into action with such speed they nearly
missed her first movements.  Palps reached ceilingward, seeming to
slide across the panels.
     She had also rocked back on one set of nether legs, freeing the
front set to dance across the floor panels.
     Instantly orangey lights came up around the room in the tubes that
had been designated as Hiver lighting.
     Next the panels lit, decorated with odd symbols and different
shadings.
     We got power all over the fucking place, Rome said, in choked
amazement.  I'm not sure I can explain this.
     Don't bother.
     Oh Lord, engine room's going crazy.  Hey, I think this has gone
far enough, Thian!  Panic coloured Rome's tone.
     Don't worry, Commander, Jeff Raven said.  This ship's anchored so
tight not even full speed forward could break her loose.
     I know the sequence to turn the power on, Rojer said.
     I've got the pattern of how she activated everything, Flavia said.
     Sorry, gal, your parole just got cancelled, Thian said and the
Merge replaced the queen in her prison.
     what'd you guys do to her?  Rhodri complained.  She's going wild!
     Can 't say I blame her, Jeff remarked placidly.  I'd be a bit
pissed off too, fil thought I'd just seen the way home and it
disappeared.
     Your decontam drill just finished, Rome, Thian told her.
     Queen's back in stir and doing a mad dance.
     wheeee!  But can you start it all up again when we want you to?
     the commander asked, doubt colouring her tone.
     Any time we want to.
     For all the good that does, Jeff remarked.  Well done, Primes, not
an ass in jeopardy.  I'll leave you to the fun of explaining it all to
the Admiral.  But I'll be listening so don't say anything I'll have to
apologize for.
     Granddad!

     'Admiral, it was a concerted effort,' Rojer repeated, an

     edge to his voice now because he was growing weary of the barrage
of naval doubts and, particularly, del Falco's aggressive
interrogation.  He was sorry that, as the engineer of the three
Talents, he had volunteered to answer any technical questions.  'Any'
had turned into an incredible 'many'.  And none of his answers pleased
xenophobic Baldwin who was as close to sulking as a grown man should
get.  All three Talents had been particulary careful in answering his
stabbing questions since his suspicions were so clearly 'heard' in his
public mind.  'Given the height of the queen,' Rojer explained
patiently, 'the positions of her manipulative limbs and her optics, the
upper panel was the logical main control, while she received status
information from the lower one.  The three of us merely fiddled with
variables until we hit the right combination.  I think it was Flavia
who actually got the lights turned on.' 'The queen's upper limbs have
triangular-shaped palps,' Flavia said, her voice falling into a 'rote'
pattern as she repeated her part of the explanation, 'so that was the
form of pressure I used.' 'Why did you call a decontam drill at that
time, Commander Kloo?' Baldwin demanded, abruptly switching to the
other 'culprit', the duty officer.
     'Sir, if you will remember, you yourself suggested that we start
emergency drills on the Refugee, due to the fact that the life-support
system was only just on line,' Semirame said in an earnest tone,
leaning slightly towards him, not quite apologetically but with an air
of gentle reminder.  Actually, he gives so many orders, he'll never
remember he didn't.  A drill is s.o.p especially with a new
installation.  If he hadn't ordered it, he should have.
     I don't know about you and Rojer, Thian, Flavia said with
considerable vexation in her voice, but I find their attitudes
suspicious, disagreeable, ungrateful and positively spiteful.  what
difference does it really make who found out how to turn on the power
in that wretched old ship?  It's never going anywhere.  But it IS now
powered up and I do not like being accused of 'going behind their backs
for personal glory', or 'overstepping' the parameters of 'our assigned
functions We kept their personnel safe and we made the ship just that
bit more safe when we turned on its heating system.  We've explained
and explained and diagrammed as much as we know, so I think it's time
to leave this merry-go-round.
     With no brass ring.  And I concur with your analysis, Flavia,
Thian replied.  I'm up with such a catechism.  We have finished 'our
assigned functions'.  Therefore we can leave.
     Rome, will our stalk irig out in indignation put you in jeopardy?
     Don't know how you 've stood it as long as you have.  As I was
busy overseeing a decontam drill and nowhere near the site of your
crime, they can't even pin dereliction of duty on me.  'Sides, del
Falco's not after me.  I'm crew.  He's after you because you're not.
     Flavia, do you wish to make the statement aloud or should I?
     You'd better do it, Thian, Flavia replied.  I might lose my
temper.
     Thian and Roger exchanged surprised looks.
     'Mr Lyon!' del Falco said, obviously having had to repeat the call
to attention for he was scowling with annoyance.  Both Mr Lyonses
regarded him.
     He asked you why did you choose that precise moment to try out
your theory, Rome supplied.
     Thian rose, the signal for both Flavia and Rojer to follow his
example.
     'We chose that moment because the queens' chambers were empty and
we would not be jeopardizing anyone's safety in case we hit the wrong
buttons,' Thian said.  'Now you can turn the panels on and off at your
discretion.  The ship is thoroughly and safely explored, independently
lit and supplied with oxygen so our assignment has been completed.
     Earth Prime has just informed me that we must return immediately
to the Blundell Cube.  It has been our pleasure to assist in this
project for the navy on Mars Phobos Moon Base, Admiral, Commander
Baldwin, Commander Kloo, Glmtmi, and sirs.' Thian bowed to the panel of
human and Mrdinis that had been interrogating them for the past three
hours, then he strode from the room.
     The courtesies that Rojer and Flavia gave their inquisitors were
as polite but briefer and then they were in the corridor.
     lit's blow this joint, Thian said.
     They all heard the commotion inside and 'ported to their quarters
where they collected their possessions in deft sweeps of closets and
drawers.
     where away?  Rojer asked Thian.
     Blundell, of course, Thian replied as if there could be no doubt.
     There's a large enough carrier on the transport deck.
     They met there moments later, Flavia looking attractively flushed
by their dramatic and precipitous exit.
     And we won't even have to use the Base generators, Thian said,
chuckling, last to enter the carrier.  He pulled the lid firmly shut.
     OK?
     At Rojer's mirthful shout and Flavia's giggle of acknowledgement,
their minds merged and they propelled themselves off the Moon Base and
down to the headquarters of Federated Telepaths and Teleporters on
Earth.
     You're a cheeky lot, said Jeff Raven, but he, too, was chuckling.
     Report to my office so you can repudiate the blast I'm getting
from Admiral del Falco.
     The man is not only ungrateful, Flavia said firmly, but
unmannerly.  He never so much as thanked us for solving his problem for
him.
     'Port right up to my office, kids, I've cleared the way for you,
Jeff said as the lid of the corner was opened by the head expediter of
Blundell facility.
     'Boss wants you pronto,' but he was grinning broadly.
     Is the word out all over the world yet?  Rojer asked Thian on a
very thin line.
     No, nor will it be, Jeff answered, having no trouble at all
insinuating himself into his grandsons' link.  Hurry up.  The Admiral's
just getting to the part about gross insubordination, exceeding orders,
and I suspect mutiny will figure in there soon.
     'Sorry,' Thian said to the expediter and 'ported himself as
ordered, Rojer and Flavia a nanosecond behind him.
     Knowing Jeff Raven's office well, all three made sure to arrive at
a point out of range of the occupant on the screen.  Admiral del Falco,
Commander Baldwin visible on his right, was waxing eloquent about the
'antics' of these 'unruly, undisciplined and unprincipled Talents 'I
thought you kept more control on your people, Raven.  You told us they
were well trained, skilled and capable of the assignment.  They walked
out of a half finished debriefing with many questions unanswered.  I
don't mind telling you that I, Commander Baldwin here, and ' He turned
to his left and his scowl deepened before he gave a snort of
displeasure and faced directly into the comunit again.  'We will not
recommend that those three receive assignments from any navy unit
again.' 'Oh, really?' Jeff said.  'How odd.  Because I've had twenty
urgent requests - - and he lifted a pile of message flimsies from his
desk to plain view of the Admiral' from naval exploration groups,
Squadrons C and D, now refitting at Clarf and from Captains Osullivan,
Ashiant, Cheseman, Quacho, Plr, a priority urgent one from Captain
Spktm of the KLTS, and another top-security assignment which I don't
believe you are cleared to know.
     Hey, Granddad, that's a low blow, Thian said chuckling.
     Hit 'em again, harder, Rojer suggested, delighted.
     Admiral del Falco glared and his impassive face settled into an
even more threatening blandness.  'They may change their minds when
they see the report I shall insist be attached to their NE-440 forms.
     'Really?  That they prevented serious injury by rescuing
seventy-five crew members, human and Mrdini, during the course of your
exploration of Refugee which was completed in less than thescheduled
time: that they were also able to discover and turn on the ship's
independent power system.  That, by the way, was not in their
assignment's parameters but Talents pride themselves on doing "more"
than they are required to do.  Part of the dedication of our personnel,
Admiral.
     And don't go riffing out NE-440 forms on FT&T personnel: a waste
of time as they're not under your jurisdiction.  Thank you for your
perceptions on this mission and good luck with your operational enemy
ship.' With a peremptory wave of his hand, Jeff blanked the screen.
     'And that makes the Phobos Moon Base low man on FT&T job
priorities.' He rose from his chair, still taller than his grandsons,
vigorous and obviously amused by recent events.  'I don't think they
gave you anything to eat during that three-hour grilling, did they?
     Name your pleasure,' he added, gesturing for them to take seats in
the lounge area of his spacious office.
     'My guts wouldn't've let me eat any more of their food anyhow,'
Rojer said and, turning his head to the dispenser, called out the
elements of a sustaining meal.
     Jeff chuckled at the choice, then urged Flavia to send her order.
     Thian realized that his stomach was unknotting as well and shortly
had as comprehensive a spread of dishes as his brother.
     'Hope you haven't taken a dislike to navy life, Flavia, Jeff said
when he had ordered a salad and all were sitting about the beautiful
Altairian fruit wood table, now laden with succulent comestibles.
     'No, sir.  I had no trouble with the lifestyle, sir.  Both Thian
and Rojer have told me a little bit ' She shot Rojer an anxious glance
until she realized he was applying himself diligently to his meal and
only half listening.  ' - - about the services they performed.  I'd
have no apprehensions of serving as a Talent on a ship.
     Taking an objective viewpoint, I did feel that Admiral del Falco's
internal conflicts and ambitions were the source of much of his
behavioural pattern.
     'Well said,' Jeff murmured with a laugh and roguish grin at his
grandsons.
     'Were you considering another naval assignment for me, sir?' she
asked.
     Watching Flavia delicately consuming a pasta dish, managing a neat
twine of strands of hot cheese around her fork, Thian could well
imagine the impression she'd make on any crew.  Maybe he'd read more
into Granddad's choice of her as a mission member than existed.
     Except he knew Jeff Raven wanted his grandchildren to marry into
Talented families to produce yet another generation of gifted children.
     'Several situations have come up for T-1s so I'll spread the lot
of them on the table,' Jeff said.  'Squadron C's been brought back for
refitting and resupply, as well as a change of personnel.  C's been out
longer than D.' 'Then they're going to follow the other Hive ships to
their destination?' Thian was excited as well as relieved.  He hadn't
liked the idea of that ship loose and preying on an unsuspecting
planet.
     'That's what I hear,' and implicit in Jeff Raven's voice was the
caution that what he had heard might be altered.
     'Squadron A replaces elements of C and D and will continue the
search with augmentation and would very much like you back, Thian,
especially Captain Spktm.
     Squadron B will now consist of four human and four 'Dini ships
and, if you'd consider that assignment, Rojer, you'd have no prejudice,
believe me.' Jeff glanced reassuringly at Rojer.  'The KTTS is one of
them but the ship has a new captain, officers and crew.
     Captain Quacho's finally been relieved at Xh-33, but the Arapahoe
will need refitting.  There's to be some other reshuffling of units in
B, but I don't know what.
     The squadron's been ordered on a mission to survey the M-5 planets
the Hiver ships by-passed.  The xenobiologist lobby is rabid to get to
those damaged planets, as much to see what went wrong as to see if
anything can be salvaged from Hiver occupation.  I'm also not sending
any T-l on these long cruises without a personal support team, and with
such augmented squadrons, I'd be happier to have two T-1s, or a T-1
     and a good T-2 as back-up.  There are also some shorter-term
exploratory cruises, in the Xh-33 quadrant of space, if you don't care
for the longer journeys.
     Having Talents aboard has been of great assistance.
     Don't know why I didn't think of it before, except that FT&T has
been mainly planet-based.  Think about your options.  And there are
always dirtside openings if you want a complete change.' Then Jeff
grinned.  'One more matter, just before del Falco got on to me, I had
word from Heinlein Base that the queen's been energized.' He grinned,
cocking one eyebrow, his deep blue eyes twinkling.  'I don't know if
it's the food you sent over from the Refugee or what, but Roddie
reports that she's minutely re-examined every single one of the Great
Sphere larvae that were sent there and she's done something to more of
the eggs she herself laid - in between having a good munch-out on three
of the nine containers.  The others she hasn't opened.' Flavia gave a
little sigh of regret.  'Maybe it was truly unkind to raise her hopes
when we never intended to let her escape.
     'I don't think the Hive psyche has evolved sufficiently to
recognize kindness,' Jeff said gently to Flavia.
     'They've sure shown none,' Rojer said, remembering the destruction
of the queen pods by their own species at Xh-33.
     'Isn't it a good thing that she's active?' Thian said to Flavia.
     'Better for her.
     'Samples of what's in those food containers have been sent to the
Heinlein labs for analysis, haven't they?' Jeff asked.
     'Sure did,' Rojer said.  'There were more than enough containers
with the same markings to allow us to 'port one each to every biology
and xeno group active in Hiver study.  That didn't even make a
noticeable dent in the amount still in store in the cargo holds.  'Good
thinking,' Jeff said, nodding approvingly.
     'Wasn't me, sir.  Roddie suggested it.  He thought her own sort of
food might contain basic elements she isn't getting in the diet they've
provided her.' Thian grinned broadly.  'Now wouldn't the right food
cause the queen to activate?' Jeff s grin was just as broad, with just
the slightest hint of malicious delight about it.  'I think that will
certainly be the official position and supported by the resident
xenobs.' 'Granddad,' Rojer began, 'backtrack a bit, would you?  You
mentioned M-5 type planets where the Hivers didn't make colonies work?'
'Ah yes, you wouldn't be up to date on that, would you?' Jeff said,
tossing his napkin to the table before pushing his chair away.  Cocking
his knee against the edge of the table, he leaned back.  'We'd a T-2,
Kincaid dano.  Name's not familiar?  No matter.  It was fortunate that
he was with Squadron C. I'd only just initiated the programme of
Talents on long-cruise missions.  When the Hive ship C was chasing
didn't investigate any of the M-5 systems they were passing, the High
Council asked me if probes similar to the ones Rojer used couldn't be
deployed to investigate.  Clearly those two Spheres were looking for a
place to colonize so why did they keep passing likely systems by.  We
shipped dano probes.  He'd enough other low Talents on board to help
him 'port them on a parabolic course.  In and out.  Rather interesting
details emerged.  Of the four planets investigated, two had obviously
been colonized by Hivers because there were the ruins of the sort of
installations the Xh-33 has.' 'Ruins?' Thian asked.
     'Ruins.  Hive ruins.  Including the same sort of space garbage
around Xh-33 and, in one case, an orbiting sphere ship.  Another planet
is ecologically on the point of ruin, presumably because the Hiver
extermination policy eliminated something vital to its ecosystem.  The
point is that there are more M-5 type worlds out there that the Hivers
never bothered with.  Why?  is one of the questions asked.  Do they
have records of all the systems their species have colonized?  Another
question is, obviously, can one of the Alliance species use any of
these abandoned worlds?  And there're more out there - as we've always
known there were - to be investigated.  C Squadron is being recalled.
     While the expanded Squadron A picks up where they left off,
Squadron B will do evaluations of the abandoned colony worlds 'And
knock out the inhabited one the way we did the Xh-33?' asked Thian with
a certain eagerness in his voice.
     Jeff gave him a long look.  'I've no specific directions as yet.
     I'd rather one of us didn't start another battle.
     The navy feels that that's its prerogative.' Then he grinned.
     'Even if certain Talents do seem to lend a helping hand when least
expected.  However, I've had my wrists slapped by the High Council so
orders are to be followed this time.
     Each one felt him gently prod their minds.
     'Granddad,' and Thian waggled a finger at Earth Prime.
     'Sorry,' Jeff said, lifting his hands in a gesture of compliance,
'force of habit.' His grin had not a vestige of apology in it.
     'That means, sir, that the squadrons will continue to hunt down
the remaining Hive hips?' Flavia asked.
     'I repeat, that's the current,' and he lightly emphasized the
word, 'plan.  These chasings off into unexplored regions of space keep
lasting longer than anyone anticipated - - -' 'A lot that's happened
couldn't be anticipated,' Thian said, thinking of the Great Sphere and
the dead star that had once shone on the Hive home world.
     'You can say that again,' Rojer murmured, remembering the
unexpected events in which he had taken part.  'Where are your 'Dinis,
Thian?' he asked suddenly.
     Thian shot him a glance, adding a mental touch blended of
compassion, affection, pride and relief that the question had been
asked.  'Hibernation.  They should be out in another week.
     'Oh!'Mur and Dip would like a chance to see you, if that's all
right with you, Roj.' Thian turned to the Earth Prime.  'That is, if
Granddad hasn't shipped us off to the different ends of the galaxy.'
'Not in the next two weeks,' Jeff said affably.  'Your parents have
expressed a wish for your company,' and his eyes twinkled as his mobile
face suggested he couldn't understand why they would, 'and you all
require leave after running those naval hazards.' He turned to Flavia.
     'My wife and I would be delighted to have you stay with us at
Callisto, Flavia.  Damia has also extended an invitation to you to
return to Aurigae with the boys if you'd prefer.' 'Old home week's fine
on Aurigae,' Rojer said.  'Do you ride?  We've great ponies and good
hunting.' At that prospect, Flavia brightened.  'I haven't had a decent
hunt in ever so long.  What sort of game do you go after?  I'm afraid
that I don't know much about Iota Aurigae.' 'Any chance of Laria
getting home leave, too?' Thian asked his grandfather.
     Jeff smiled and nodded before he folded his hands behind his head,
leaning back in his chair at an almost dangerous angle.  Relaxing with
his young relatives around him was a good way to get perspective on
completely different problems.
     'Give a think to the various assignments, Squadrons A and B, or a
dirtside assignment, or one of the shorter exploratories.  Talents
don't have to ship out from a dock.' He grinned.  'Those who want you
will welcome you all the more when you do get wherever you choose to
go.' He set his chair back down on all four legs.  'I may have to make
the final decisions but your preferences will be taken into
consideration.  I owe you that much, Talents.' Thian and Rojer
exchanged surprised glances at his deference.
     In line with that generosity, Jeff Raven persuaded in a manner as
near to coercion as he ever came, to get the Raven-Lyons all home at
the same time.  He got David of Betelgeuse to release his T-1 son,
Perry, to take charge of Clarf Tower, borrowing Yoshuk from the Sef
Tower until Perry became comfortable with the peculiarities of the
planet.
     Perry has'n't dealt with enough Mrdini yet and he'll need to, Jeff
told the Betelgeuse T-1.  You won't let him have your damned tower
until you're mouldy so he might as well have some variety in his hfr.
     Jeff then made extravagant use of pressure to get Clancy Sparrow
and Rhodri Eagles leaves of absence and had Damia invite them to
Aurigae.  He also suggested to his daughter that Asia Eagles could use
some Tower engineering work experience with Xexo and wasn't it time for
Zara to get a break from her arduous training under the T-1 Healer
Elizara?  Damia was so eager to have all her children home again at
once, especially Rojer, that she would have struck a deal with a Hiver.
     You're matchmaking again, Jeff Raven, his wife accused him.
     How can you say that when all these young people will be 'polling
off to distant star systems and not see each other for years?
     Tkat doesn't matter ri they are only a thought away from each
other, does it, Jeff Raven!
     Jeff grinned and firmed up all the private arrangements before he
called in his administrative assistant, Gollee Gren, to see exactly
which Talents suited which of the many other assignments he had to
fill.  At least, he thought gratefully, he had more available options
than Peter Reidinger, his predecessor, had ever had, with all the new
generation of kith and kin growing splendidly and strongly into their
Talents.  Now, if the High Council would get its joint act together,
he'd know where he needed the heavyweights of his corps.
     Once again he thanked the ghosts of all the Earth Primes who had
managed to keep Federated Telepaths and Teleports autonomous and
apolitical.
     A-what?  asked a laughing voice and Gollee Gren, his dark,
close-cropped hair showing a sprinkling of silver, entered the spacious
office.
     'I always do what's best for my Talents,' Jeff said in a gruff
voice, mimicking his predecessor, Peter Reidinger, so perfectly that
Gollee grinned even more broadly.
     'So what's best for whom this time, Jeff?' Jeff steepled his
fingers briefly, pressing them against his lips.  Neither mimicry nor
laughter was present when he answered.  'I hope we'll see that they've
been able to make the proper choices.
     By the time Damia had settled all her guests, she almost wished
that they could have come singly, with a good day between arrivals, so
she could fully savour each return.  She'd worried most of all about
Rojer, returning without Gil and Kat to a house full of 'Dinis.  The
moment the capsule arrived with the brothers and Flavia, she 'reached
out' for Rojer.  He was steeling himself but foremost in his mind was
an eagerness to be home.  No sooner was that carrier down, than Laria,
Tip, Huf and Kincaid dano arrived.  The dust in the Tower yard hadn't
settled when Zara with Pal and Dis 'ported in.
     Morag, Kaltia, Ewain and Petra, plus their 'Dinis, were dancing up
and down with the excitement of having their 'famous' brothers and
sisters back on Aurigae.  Xexo and Keylarion were trying to keep order
but the Tower yard was in minor chaos as the younger children kept
running from one to the other older sibling, 'Dinis dizzy from
following.
     Like a hard knock on a painful bruise, Damia felt Rojer respond to
energetic greetings from Kaltia's and Ewain's 'Dinis.  They were so
caught up in the general elation that none of them remembered to give
Rojer the time or space to initiate contact.  Damia was all set to
abandon protocol and 'port down to intervene when she felt the sudden
shift of emotion in his mind.  Then he was lifting Petra up in his arms
- Rojer had got taller all of a sudden and muscled up, Damia noted,
testing the strength of him - while Big and Sil affectionately flapped
against legs which surely had got longer.  Any reluctance or hesitation
dissolved in the warmth of affectionate kisses and pats showered on him
by his totally unselfconscious youngest sister and her friends.
     'He'll be fine, Damia,' Afra said gently.  'This was perhaps the
best way to get over that hump.' He held her briefly in his arms,
kissed her tenderly and released her.  He peered out the Tower window
and a fatuous grin spread across his face.  'A bit overwhelming even if
they are all ours.' 'Mostly ours,' Damia corrected him as she noticed
that Flavia and Kincaid dano were being introduced and as warmly
welcomed.  She hurried down the stairs to add hers.
     Parental embraces were perhaps more restrained but just as
heartfelt.  Damia tried not to hug Rojer any harder or longer than she
did Thian, Laria and Zara but she had to know.
     I am all right, Mother, he said on a very thin line to her.
     Really, coming home is going to work out.  'GOOD TO SEE TRP AND
FLK ONCE MORE.' And Rojer bowed to his parents' 'Dinis.
     Surprising everyone, Trp and FIk bowed very low to Rojer, their
poll eyes almost touching the ground.  Then each held out one upper
limb to him which he obediently grasped.  Silently, as they began to
lead him towards the path to the house, all the other 'Dinis, even
--Petra's, fell into step behind.
     --I'm still all right, Mother, Rojer said so she turned to speak
with Flavia and Kincaid, and introduce them to Xexo and Keylarion.
     'Shall we all move up to the house then?' Damia said.
     'Don't hang on your brother, Ewain.  Yes, Petra, Zara can
certainly see how much you've grown.  C'mon now, all of you, we'll
adjourn to the house.
     'Noisy lot.  No manners whatever,' Afra said, staring hard at
Kaltia and Morag who were determined to monopolize their oldest sister.
     Then he turned to Kincaid.  'Earth Prime told me that there were
some --unusual aspects to your recent tour of duty with Squadron C.'
'Even if you had help from other Talents, it was asking a great deal
too much,' Damia said, having deafly assessed the young man's fatigue.
     'The navy treats Talents far too off-handedly.  We are not
stevedores,' she --added with some heat.
     Mother!  Laria said on a very thin line.  Let Father handle him.
     As T-2 to T-2.  what Kincaid doesn't need is another
brain-browsing T--Oh?  Were you a little clumsy, dear?  asked her
father.
     'No,' Laria continued aloud, 'but we're suckers when someone asks
us if Talents can do this or that, in just that tone of voice that
forces us to prove we can.
     Frankly, the labels "performing bear" or "packmule" are becoming
more appropriate than ''stevedore''.' 'Laria!' Damia exclaimed,
halilaughing, half astounded by the comment.  Then she frowned,
glancing ahead at Rojer, being -- 'herded', the term came to her mind,
towards the house.  And .  . . She had a compelling urge to run
forward, to be with Rojer.  Then Zara caught her by the arm.
     I feel it, too, Mother, Zara said.  But it is not for us to be
present what are you two talking about?  Afra asked.
     I'm not at all sure, Damia replied, trying to rationalize the
'Dinis' odd actions with the growing sense that some extraordinary
event was about to happen.  This morning when I told Fok that everyone
was coming, it asked if I meant Rojer also.  Then it muttered about
suitable reparation and an apology for the length of time it had taken.
     Laria strode up beside her mother and Zara, her face twisted with
concern, one hand absently rubbing her diaphragm as if to relieve a
tension there.  'Mother, I've the oddest sensation 'I, too,' Flavia
said, equally puzzled.
     'Well, Fok and Tip have been cooking up something, Mom,' Morag
said.  'They've been acting funny and I can't get why out of Fip and
Kim.  But all the 'Dinis're almighty pleased with themselves, whatever
it is they're doing.' Every one of the Talented family by now was
touched, and wondering, about the strange imminence.
     From the puzzled, almost wary expressions of Flavia and Kincaid,
the atmosphere was affecting them.
     'There are moments when I wish I had a touch of prescience,' Damia
said, lengthening her strides just short of a run.
     'And what the hell do you think this is, then?' Thian asked,
grinning at his mother.
     She shot him a reproving look.  'It's too nebulous to be useful!'
They were in sight of the front terrace of the house, Rojer already
halfiway up the steps, surrounded by various sizes of 'Dinis.  Then he
halted.
     A blast of totally unshielded astonished emotion stopped everyone
midstep, but this was followed by such joy that everyone also broke
into vicarious smiles, until Damia, Laria, Zara and Morag began to cry.
     The four of them ran forward so that they could see what prompted
such a cascade of feelings, followed by the remainder of the family and
its guests.
     The 'Dinis had ranged themselves on the top step, their colours
bright with their own joy.  On the porch Rojer was on his knees, his
arms about two 'Dinis, clasping first one, then the other tightly to
him, caressing each before snagging them together against him.
     It's Gil and Kat come back to me!  Mother!  Dad!  Everyone.
     I've got my 'Dinis back.  Young still but they are GrI and Ktg!
     They are!
     It took time to sort it all out even with the full cooperation of
Trp and FIk, the elder 'Dinis of the household, and occasional comments
from Tip, Huf, Mur and Dip.  No human had ever been allowed into a
hibernatory.  Although it was understood that this was where Mrdini
procreation occurred, the process of gestation was not understood.
     'I'm not confident that I do even now,' Damia said when Trp and
FIk had done their best to explain.
     'Like the amoeba, splitting apart, Mother,' Zara said.
     'Or, like a human placenta splitting in two to form fraternal
twins in utero.  Not quite like .
     'Thank you, Zara,' Damia said, but she patted her daughter's hand
to apologize for stemming a xenobiological lecture.  Zara didn't take
offence.
     The 'time' problem had been taken up ;by the necessity of checking
back through hibernatory records to discover which pairings had
originally produced Grl and Ktg.  They were not from the same 'split'
for a 'split' only produced one new Mrdini.  So that both sets of
original parents had had to be contacted and brought to the Aurigaean
hibernatory at the appropriate time and a new 'split' of the same
elements as the original Grl and Ktg had to be 'programmed' which, FIk
said, was an intense form of meditation to 'urge similar traits' to
occur in the new form.  With this sort of procreation, no worthwhile
'persons' were totally lost, but could be retrieved by encouraging a
'split' by the same two Mrdini which had produced the original.  Those
who had gone on the line to preserve their elders on long voyages were
therefore not 'lost' but their living deferred.
     'Oh!' Laria said at one point during the explanations.
     'So that was why Prtglm was... So nothing of it would come back
into the procreative cycle.  Wow!  What a punishment!
     'That also explains why the Mrdini grieved so when ships were lost
to the Hivers,' Thian said.
     'NO, THN,' Flk said, 'THOSE ON THE SUIDICE SHIPS WERE SPECIALLY
CHOSEN BECAUSE THEIR COMPONENTS WERE AVAILABLE FOR RE-CREATION.
     MRDINI ARE NOT WASTEFUL.' 'THEN THAT ALSO EXPLAINS WHY MRDINI CAN
BE BRAVER THAN HUMANS AND MAKE THE SACRIFICE OF DEATH,' Thian added,
nodding with relief at his comprehension of this facet.  'MRDINIS DO
NOT REALLY DIE.  THEY CAN BE REPLICATED.
     'NOT REPLICATED,' Flk said firmly.  'NOT THE SAME PROCESS.  MRDINI
LIVES ARE NOT REPLICATED.  THEY ARE REPRODUCED.
     'WHATEVER!' Damia said with a shaky laugh.  'BUT COULD NOT YOU
HAVE TOLD RJR THAT HE HAD NOT LOST GRL AND KTG.  HE HAS MOURNED THEM.
     THAT, TOO, IS NECESSARY,' Tri said without apology.  'MRDINI MAKE
A SPECIAL DISPENSATION FOR RJR.  HONOUR REQUIRED IT.  AND TIME.  WHAT
HAS BEEN SAID REMAINS WITHIN THIS FAMILY.
     'OF COURSE,' Afra answered, inclining his whole body forward in
acceptance of that requirement.  'A SIGNAL HONOUR FOR US ALL.  TRULY AN
INESTIMABLE HONOUR.
     'Speaking as a healer,' Zara said, 'it certainly does clear up a
lot of crazy theories.' Then she sighed.  'Well, I know and, while it
is privileged knowledge, it is a privilege for me to know it.' She
stroked her 'Dinis, Pal and Dis, who were wedged in on either side of
her.
     'JUST SEE THAT IT DOESN'T HAPPEN TO YOU TWO!' NOT LIKELY TO,'
replied Pal, waving its forearms and wriggling its digits.
     'This whole family is high!' Damia said with some asperity but her
grin broke out again and, once more, she had to brush tears of joy from
her eyes.  Just seeing the radiant look on Rojer's face was enough to
set her off again.  'Now, let us all try for some decorum.' Afra rose
with an air of renewed vigour.  'And resort to a few practical matters.
     Hunters are needed to fill the pots for tonight's feast.  Who'll
go out?' They were all willing so Damia showed the guests to their
rooms while her children found their own much as they had left them and
changed into riding gear.
     When all reassembled, Afra told them off into smaller groups,
excusing Rojer so he could spend uninterrupted time with his 'Dinis.
     Thian chose Flavia to come with him, Ewain and Kaltia.  Afra and
Damia took Morag and Petra who proudly informed Kincaid that she was a
crack shot with her sling-shot.  That left Laria, Zara and Kincaid.
     'Ever ridden?' Laria asked Kincaid.
     'Ridden what?' Kincaid replied uncertainly.
     'Ponies, small horses.' 'Oh, animal riding.  Yes, somewhat,' he
said and Laria beckoned him to follow her to the stables.
     'Can I join you two?' Zara asked.
     'Sure,' Laria said without hesitation.  Saki's mine!  she roared
after her siblings who were already in the stable.
     who'd dare take her with you around?
     Laria thought that muffled response came from Rojer for it had the
ring of an elated personality.
     Is he yours, sister?  Zara asked on a thin line.
     Kincaid?  He's not for either of us, dear.  And you a healer to
miss it!  And carul, Zara, 'cause I know you can't resist a healering
'look'.  He was as near burned-out emotionally as I've ever touched.
     what does the navy do to the empathic?
     Emotional burn-out?  Zara asked sharply, her healer's instinct
alert Plus considerable strain on a T-2's abilities.  I think he's
healing but ri you could, at your deftest, slip in and check, I'd be
relieved, Zar, Laria said gratefully.  I'm speaking as Kincaid's Prime.
     Zara nodded as she slipped the headpiece over her pony's ears
while Laria found a saddle suitable for Kincaid's size.  She found it
very good indeed to be surrounded by ponies; grateful to see that the
oldest were still vigorous and whinnied anxiously against being left
behind.  The entire complement was needed to mount the hunters, with
three spares taken on lead ropes in high hopes of bringing back much
game.
     Kincaid eschewed sling-shot and bow and arrow, choosing a
small-bore rifle and ammunition for it as if he knew what he was about.
     Laria was rather surprised to see Flavia take bow and arrow.  She
also saw the grin on Thian's face.
     As each hunting party was armed and mounted, they moved off in
preferred directions.  Laria decided on an eastern route, to the
foothills.  With only her parents, the four younger kids and the
'Dinis, there wouldn't have been much call to go too far from home for
scurriers, rabbits and the small plump-breasted avians that nested
nearer by.  Although Laria had thoughtfully chosen a steady mount for
him, Kincaid's 'somewhat' was near enough to the level of her own
abilities that her respect for him went up another notch.  She raised
her arm, signalling a faster gait, and kneed Saki into the
ground-covering canter, a rocking gait that required little more than
balance for a rider.  She heard the other two ponies pick up to the
same gait.  A second, surreptitious glance showed her Kincaid, easily
sitting into the canter and grinning with pleasure.
     He was also a good shot, as he proved when their approach flushed
a covey of avians from their hedges.
     He got two brace of them, each neatly shot through the head.  Zara
had also chosen a rifle but she went after the scurriers, which broke
cover when Kincaid's shots startled them.  Laria got three rabbits, two
scurriers and even one avian hen in that first stop.
     'No-one's been hunting this way in a long while,' she said to her
sister as they bagged their catch.
     'When was the last time you were home?' asked Zara with a bit of a
snort.  'This always was the route you preferred.' 'Yes, but you'd
think someone would have tried to keep the game down all over the
hills.' 'Do you always hunt for your table?' Kincaid asked, handing
over the birds he had retrieved.
     'Uhuh!' the sisters said in unison and all three laughed.
     'When we were younger, we used to take our 'Dinis with us .  . .'
Zara began.
     'They were small enough to ride pillion then Laria continued.
     - -- And didn't consider it beneath their dignity to grab a stirrup
leather to get up the hills.' 'Ah - - 'Kincaid began tentatively, 'what
did happen to your brother's original 'Dinis?  I've only caught
snatches and I'd rather not misinterpret.
     Laria and Zara exchanged glances and begged his pardon.
     'Apologies, Kincaid,' Laria said, taking the initiative.
     She related the incident quickly, trying not to let her emotions
colour the facts.  Neither sister expected his bitter reaction.
     'Bad enough to try that sort of coercion on someone of full age
and your own species, but to subject a kid He flushed, thinking he
might have belittled their brother's abilities.  'I admit that I like
Clarf far more than I thought I would, even in the short time I've been
at your Tower, Laria, but I haven't changed my mind about naval
practices at all.' He looked down at the ground, at the pattern he was
scuffing in the thick moss.
     'You'll never know how grateful I was to be transferred back to
the company of civilians!' Zara touched Laria's wrist, where the riding
glove left her hand bare, and Laria 'heard' the message: This bears
investigation.  The problem 's festering.  I'll do it when he sleeps.
     'Grateful, are you?' Laria said with a light laugh.  'I haven't
half worked you yet, Kincaid.  You may wish to transfer back to the
navy.' He looked her squarely in the eyes, his jaw set at an obstinate
angle.  'No, I wouldn't.  Not ever.' He turned and, with a respectable
vault, was astride his pony.  'Have we got a large enough bag?' 'Only
if you're feeling the saddle,' Laria said with a challenging grin.
     The hunt's good for him, Zara said tightly.
     'I'll feel the saddle tomorrow,' Kincaid said with a rueful grin
as he kneed his pony forward to follow the nearly overgrown path, 'but
let's get on with the hunt.
     The hunt had been so enthusiastically pursued by all participants
that Damia decided, as the 'Dinis helped them dress down the results,
that they probably wouldn't need to hunt for the rest of the week.  She
sent Zara out with Petra and their 'Dinis to pull vegetables to go with
the evening meal and set Rojer and Ewain and their 'Dinis to dig
tubers.  With her friends, Laria began to make a dessert while Flavia
watched in fascination as Tip and Huf measured ingredients, set out
appropriate pots and pans.  Thian took --Kincaid with Nil and Plus back
to the stable to feed and secure the stableyard creatures.  Kincaid
enjoyed the chore, having missed working with tamed creatures while on
his naval assignment.
     -There turned out to be time enough for a quick swim before dinner
and there was more aquatic rough stuff than energetic laps of the large
pool.
     By dinner, Rojer's joy had settled to a glow and the new Gil and
Kat had acquired enough orientation, between his efforts and those of
the other 'Dinis, to appear quite comfortable at the large table.  If,
at first, they were clumsy with unfamiliar utensils, they learned with
amazing speed and obviously enjoyed the meal.
     Leaving children and guests to clear the table and cleanse the
dishes, Damia and Afra settled in the lounge, to have a quiet liqueur,
watch the sun set over the sea, and get a few words with their 'Dinis.
     'TELL US PLEASE, Damia asked Trp and FIk, 'HOW MATURE ARE THE NEW
KTG AND GRL?' 'OLDER THAN THE FIRST BECAUSE THE IMMATURE WOULD NOT BE
ABLE TO ACCOMPANY RJR USEFULLY 'CAN YOU TELL US HOW THIS WAS
ACCOMPLISHED?  WE DO NOT PRY Damia left the thought hanging.
     FIk resettled itself right next to Damia, laying one upper hand on
her arm, stroking its head against her shoulder.
     'DM IS TOO GOOD A FRIEND TO PRY.  IT WAS PART OF MEDiTATION THAT
THESE BE MORE MATURE.
     THIS REQUIRES VERY CAREFUL ATTENTION TO DETAILS NOT USUALLY
REFINED SO EARLY.  HALF GROWN KTG AND GRL ARE BUT NOT MORE GROWN THAN
CAN ABSORB NECESSARY DATA NOW THAT RJR IS OLDER TOO.
     'DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO US AS WELL AS RJR?' Damia said
and, although she knew perfectly well there wasn't an ounce of
telempathy in Mrdinis, she exuded gratitude and knew that Afra was,
too.
     'WE KNOW.  ALL MRDINI KNOW.  THE REGRET IS THAT TIME HAD TO GO SO
SLOWLY FOR RJR.
     SUCCESS HAD TO BE ACHIEVED OR DISAPPOINTMENT WOULD MAR RJR FOR ALL
TIME.' 'YES,' Afra said slowly, 'TO HAVE RAISED HIS HOPES PREMATURELY
WOULD HAVE CAUSED MUCH MORE PAIN.  YOU WERE WISE.
     YES, WE WERE VERY WISE,' Trp said with such a smug tone in its
voice that both Damia and Afra burst out laughing at its
uncharacteristic arrogance.
     Then the chores were finished and Damia and Afra were joined by
children, guests and 'Dinis.  It made for rather a full room, but a
very happy one.
     The next day, to shake out of the kinks caused by riding after a
long absence from the sport, Thian, Laria, Zara and the two guests took
an easy hack to another part of the foothills.  Rojer grinned at their
stiffhess for he'd been riding regularly on Deneb and he had other
plans for his day.  Afterwards, Thian and Laria gave Flavia and Kincaid
a tour of Aurigae City, the 'Dini village where they caught a fleeting
glimpse of Rojer, Kat and Gil making a formal call on the inhabitants.
     WILL RJR KNOW WHO .  . .' Laria couldn't resist asking Tip.
     NEVER KNOW.  WE DON T. WE KNOW IT WAS DONE.  THAT IS ENOUGH.
     Well, you would ask, Thian said when he saw the chagrined look on
his sister's face from the brusque reply.
     There was no harm in asking, she said with a sniff Otherwise how
would I know that there is a limit to the knowledge they have of the
process?  They aren't offended.
     No, they're not.  They know us too well for that.
     Thank goodness.  Sometimes .  and Laria halted, closing off her
thought.
     Thian nudged her.  Hey, it's me, your brother.
     Laria gave him a sideways look.  If I could analogize the
nebulous, I would, but I can't.  when I can figure out the question I
need to ask, I'll bring it to you, and Zara.  There was a sad and
perplexed tone to Laria's mental voice that Thian had never heard
before from his practical, sensible sister.
     Not Mother or Dad?
     Laria gave a little laugh.  when I know enough to ask, I might.
     But I think you and Zara might know better.
     I'm highly complimented.  Thian tousled his sister's hair.
     She was tall but he had centimetres on her.
     'Hey, what gives you the right to mess me up?' she demanded in
mock outrage.  Their mental exchange had taken so little time their
guests could not have been aware of discourtesy or such a tightly
private colloquy.
     'Hey, I'm bigger'n you now, sis.  I got the right!' Thian said,
grinning back.  He noticed Flavia and Kincaid exchanging amused
glances.  'Where to now?
     A view of the open mines?  A fascinating scenic tour of the river?
     Ah, I know.  Breakfast was a long time ago and there's a great
place where they've fresh crustaceans I'll bet neither of our guests
have ever had a chance to eat!' 'Gotcha!' 'I'd rather you didn't use
that word around me, sis,' Thian said, having had to catch his breath
at the shaft of remembered fear and terror the innocent vernacular
phrase produced in him.
     'Ooops, sorry, Thi,' and Laria was full of remorse.
     Once again they inadvertently excluded their guests and smiled
apologies.
     'Maybe if you spoke of it to us who will understand as others
can't ?' Flavia asked, peering up into Thian's pale face.
     Thian knew himself to be tempted by Flavia's obvious concern but
he also caught the wariness in Kincaid, a rigid seizing of muscles in
the man's body that made -'him loath to add to whatever burden Kincaid
already coped with.  For Thian was as perceptive as Zara about the T-2.
     So he made himself grin.
     'You would understand, Flavia,' he said, lightly and briefly
touching her shoulder, 'and so would dano, but at another time.  Laria
just caught me unawares.
     They ate fish of all kinds as well as the fresh crustaceans and
Laria put in an order for ten kilos of frozen shellfish to be sent on
to Clarf.
     'I'd forgot how much I liked 'em,' she said as they turned back
towards the Tower.  She took a meandering course, turning the sled just
beyond the main mining complexes and into the next level of hills.
     'You wouldn't know there was a highly industrialized city just a
hill away,' Flavia said, as Laria slowed the sled so they could all
enjoy the panorama.
     It was late summer on Aurigae and the ground vines were beginning
to turn colour, rivalling what flowering shrubs and plants still
bloomed.
     'This is a pretty time of year, too,' Laria said with a sigh.
     She was now accustomed to Clarfs heat but the crisp air of Iota
Aurigae IV and the softness of us primary's distant light were subtly
soothing, relaxing.  But then this was home and all that the term
implied: familiar, safe, comforting, pleasant.  Even Kincaid seemed
easier in himself his attitude languid.  Flavia, on the other hand, was
eagerly absorbing all the views, glancing all around her, or peering
down as they passed over some particularly lovely setting.  Thian had a
droll smile on his face as he watched the Altairian.
     She is lovely, Laria said on a thin line.
     No question of that, Thian replied easily and his smile broadened
a trifle.
     Grandfather?
     I'd hate to surrender easily to his manipulations.
     Is that fair on Flavia?
     I don't know.  She's pretty cool.  I can't get past her public
mind.
     Have you tried?
     Ethics are involved, Lar.
     In love and war, all 's fair, isn't it?
     This is neither love nor war sister dear.  Speaking of which, how
come Kincaid dano got posted to Clarf?
     As to that, I couldn't get on with that wretched Clarissia.
     She was even worse than Stierlman and proved 'Diniphobic to the
point of acute embarrassment for the Tower.  I can't keep breaking up
Yoshuk and Nesrun They are a pairing, then?
     Far's I know.
     How's Kincaid working out?
     As well as could be expected with someone as mentally fatigued as
he is.  But he's improving.
     Laria had been skimming quite low and had set the sled's speed at
almost a walking pace so that Flavia could enjoy the landscape.  She
was ascending a shrub-covered hill when all of a sudden a large flock
of avians sprang up in front of the sled.  In an effort to avoid
unnecessary slaughter, Laria hauled the sled sideways but, in doing so,
unbalanced her passengers so they slid to the portside.  What with the
sled's slow forward speed and the proximity of the hill, the imbalance
tilted the sled out of control.  The humans grabbed at the lighter
'Dinis to keep them from tumbling overboard but they were, in turn,
over-balanced and fell over the side.  Laria caught Tip's arm, saw that
Kincaid had fell, and had to leave Thian and Flavia to manage his
'Dinis.  They all 'ported safely away as the sled ploughed its nose
into the hillside.
     Setting Tip down on its feet, Laria regarded the sled, its motor
still running, with stunned surprise.
     'I didn't think I was that out of practice,' she said, shaking her
head.  'After all, I do a great deal of sledding about on Clarf and
Vanteer prefers me to drive him.' The motor cut suddenly, with a loud
discharge from its exhaust tubes which blew back a noxious smell.
     'Hoooo,' and Thian waved the reek off 'Everyone's OK?' Laria
asked, looking about her.
     'I must say you lay on unusual entertainments for guests, Kincaid
said.
     Laria flushed.  'I probably did overcompensate for the flock but
they make such a mess if they get sucked into the intake.
     Kincaid laughed.  'Don't get me wrong, Laria.  I'm not objecting.
     A relief to know that emergency reflexes are in working order.'
Thian, followed by his 'Dinis, walked over to the tilted sled, peering
at the underside.
     'How bad's the damage, Thi?' Laria asked, not quite sure of
Kincaid's jest.
     'You did a lot worse when you were learning to fly 'thian Lyon, I
never put a single Thian laughed and suddenly the sled backed out of
the trench it had dug in the shrubs and soil and settled on as even a
keel as the rough ground permitted.  Flavia and Kincaid joined him so
that Laria broke out of her outraged pose and sprinted the few metres
to join them.
     'Shouldn't've overbalanced like that,' Thian said.
     'No, this model isn't supposed to, is it?' Kincaid said

     her mother generally kept them in, beside the tool

     and opened the access panel.
     'D'you think it'll restart?' Laria asked.
     'Probably,' Kincaid said, 'but I think there's something wrong
with the d lines or there wouldn't have been that backfire.' 'I'll
check the intakes,' Thian said and levered himself down for a good look
at the hooded opening on the starboard side of the sled.
     'Good heavens, Thian, why not just "look"?' Flavia asked.
     'More fun to tinker when I have the chance,' Thian said, his voice
muffled by his position.  'Yeah, flight pinions clogging this one.
     Check the other, will you?
     Laria?  Flavia?' Flavia made a sound of disgust, totally out of
character to her elegant exterior.  She deposited a bloodied clump
beside the mess Thian had extracted.
     'Couldn't we just 'port back to the Tower?' she asked.
     'What?' Laria asked, 'and admit that we came a cropper?' 'Any
tools on board?' Kincaid asked, holding up a very greasy-looking
object.
     'I doubt it,' Laria said.  'This sled's only used for short hops.
     The big sled has a full kit, of course.' 'No-one's using it today,
are they?' Thian asked.
     'I don't think so.' Laria concentrated, 'found' the mass of the
big sled in its garage, 'located' the tool kit, and 'ported it to a
spot by Kincaid's feet.
     'Thanks,' he said and, opening the metal locker, began to search
for the tool he needed.  'No rags?' he asked querulously.
     'Here!' Laria dumped a pile, scavenged from the bin kit.
     Flavia watched another moment and then, turning, leisurely began
to venture from the scene of the crash to examine the clumps of little
blooms.
     'Any toxic plants I should be aware of?' she asked Laria.
     'None,' Laria replied absently, more interested in Kincaid, the
mechanic, for he went about cleaning the component with a competent
air.
     Thian cleared all the intake openings.
     'That's done, but I don't think that was the whole problem.  Xexo
usually keeps this serviced,' he said with a frown.
     'Xexo usually does but we don't know when he did it last and
Mother said Morag's allowed to drive now.
     'Hey, that's not fair,' Thian cried with mock indignation.  'We
were at least fifteen before we were allowed and she's only thirteen!
     Laria grinned at her brother.  'I suspect they may miss us and
have had to revise a few directives now they're down on staff Besides,
Morag's capable.' 'I think we have to get to the filel injection and
clear the line,' Kincaid said.
     'That's underneath,' Laria said, pointing to the bottom of the
sled.
     'No problem!' The two men said it simultaneously, grinned at each
other, and the sled slowly rose to a suitable height to allow them to
work easily on its underside.
     She could see Flavia off in the distance, picking wild flowers,
occasionally holding a bloom up for inspection and smelling it for
scent.  Not many had any aroma but none that Laria could see in the
immediate area were the stinkweeds which had a reek that could linger
in nasal passages for days.
     'I'll hold the sled up if that'll free you up to do the
nitty-gritty,' she offered, leaning comfortably against a boulder.
     'Vanteer says that helps him no end.
     'Oh, well,' Thian said in reply to her offer, 'if you want to feel
part of the team She took over the 'lift' and the men 'removed' the
bolts holding the panel, slipping it to one side where it hovered as a
receptacle for the pieces they began to remove to get at the line.
     'Can't you just "see" into it, Thian?' Laria asked.
     'You've spent the last couple of weeks "looking" inside pipes and
conduits, haven't you?' 'Not quite the same thing, Laria,' Thian said
with an obvious exercise of patience.  'This is hands-on stuff' 'Ah!'
Kincaid had given a moderate tug to a hose and it had not only come
away in his hand but disintegrated.
     'I didn't pull that hard!' he said in surprise, looking at the
mess and the fuel that spilled down his hand.
     'But that's the faulty part,' Thian said.  'Completely perished.
     Where does Xexo keep his spares, Laria?  Can you remember?' 'I
couldn't but Roj would know.
     Thian grimaced.  'I'd hate to interrupt him .
     'Well, it's that or admit to Xexo we crashed,' Laria said.
     'What's wrong with that?' asked Flavia, returning.
     Then she began to laugh.  'Xexo's a T-8.  You could be in and out
of his mind before he knew you were there.' Laria and Thian exchanged
thoughtful looks and then began to grin at each other.  Thian chuckled
and scratched his cheek with a dirty finger.  'Old habits suffice when
you least expect them.
     'You're not that old, Thian,' Flavia remarked, thoroughly amused.
     Holding the damaged hoseline by each end, Thian could be seen to
concentrate on it briefly.  Then a second length of similar but
brand-new hose appeared.
     Laria cheered, then said ruefully, 'I suppose it'll be my job to
tell Xexo who messed up his inventory.' 'Leave him a docket.  That
keeps everything in order.' The sled was quickly repaired.  Kincaid
even straightened the ding in the prow.  'While we're about general
repairs.' They were all in good spirits on the way back, Laria giving
Thian the drive since she wanted to name the blooms in Flavia's bouquet
of wild flowers.
     The first week passed very quickly in all kinds of leisure
pursuits that the Talented enjoyed as ordinary people.  Laria and
Kincaid went to the mixed school the younger Lyons attended to speak to
both human and Mrdini students about working on Clarf Although Kincaid
begged off Thian and Rojer were also in demand in secondary-level
classes, describing their adventures with the two squadrons.  With his
'Dinis back, Rojer had no trouble taking part, with discreet evasions.
     Afterwards they told the dinner table that they might have made
the service seem a bit too adventurous for some of the young people.
     'Navy is actively recruiting,' Afra said.  'It's a good career if
they don't fancy staying on here.
     Damia smiled fatuously at her mate, knowing the experiences with
his own family which had generated such tolerance.  What he did not ask
his sons was if they had decided which duty they would take on their
return to work.
     Flavia was included in an evening appearance when the exploration
of the Hive ship was discussed with miners and engineers of both
species, eager to have first-hand information on the matter.  They also
wanted to know if the great new long-cruise Nebula-class ship had been
completed.  Thian wasn't sure but said he suspected it would soon be
launched.  Its bulk had been noticeable in the working orbit it
maintained about the Phobos Moon Base.  No launch date had been
mentioned and the disappointment of the men who had supplied the metals
to build it was palpable.
     'Is it because this planet is so new,' Flavia asked Damia on the
way back to the Lyon home, 'that everyone seems so so relaxed with
their Talents?' Damia had to think about her answer.  'Well, the Tower
is perhaps more important to Aurigaeans since it's still mainly a
mining planet, and so much is imported.  Also, even when I was here by
myself before my marriage to Afra, I was always accessible.
     Our children have grown up with their children mine always ran
wild on their ponies - their 'Dinis with ours.' She gave a sigh.  'I'll
be sorry to see Aurigae spreading out and losing the closeness we've so
enjoyed!' 'I'm lucky I've had a chance to see it,' Flavia said, her
tone envious.
     Damia laid a light finger on Flavia 5 arm.  You would be welcome
here any time.' 'That is very kind of you.' Flavia ducked her head so
that her expression was obscured.
     Don't!  Afra said sternly to his wife.
     Really, Afra!  As ri I'd ignore protocol with someone we barely
know.
     Someone I think you 'd like to know better.
     She could hear the teasing in his mental tone.  Kincaid has shown
more interest in her than Thian.
     Kincaid is not interested in women, Damia.  Or hadn't you caught
that?
     Damia managed not to gasp in surprise.  She was rarely caught out.
     And jaria She tried that the day he arrived but she likes him very
much.  That friendship already means a lot to him.
     I must say the choice astonishes me.  Surely Dad knew that about
him Or' course he did, but Kincaid's worth salvaging and jaria '5
     so stable that she'd do that and give him a breathing space.
     Kincaid has more need of a real friend than a lover and she'd have
the support personality she needs.
     She also needs a man of her own.  Damia's tone was adamant.
     She's only twenty-two, dear heart.
     I'd had her and Thian by her age.
     She has an entirely different personality, darling, and Afra's
tone was teasing again, and your needs do not match.  Now our Zara, who
has also tagged Kincaid quite accurately, says he was in the midst of a
destructive three sided relationship that added more stress to a
dificult enough assignment.  He can relax at CThi", and heal - all the
injured parts.  laria has her own soothing effect on people which is
why Jeff tried such dificult ones as Stierlman and Clarissia at Clarf
Tried?  Damia shot a flash of anger at her father's manipulative ploys.
     Afra laughed.  I think your father understands and appreciates
laria far more than even we do.
     That remark both annoyed and mollified Damia.  So how long must
jaria wait to forfil herself.  she asked with some traces of
indignation.
     I have a suspicion that jaria only needs to look a little closer
to those she already knows.
     Yoshuk?
     Vanteer.
     Really?
     I'm guessing but you'll have noticed how often his name came up.
     Damia thought about that on and off during the evening.  She
hadn't met the Clarf Tower engineer, although she would have preferred
a higher Talent than 6 for Laria.  But that hadn't, apparently, all
that much to do with inheriting the genes that produced T-is in totally
unexpected families.  Like Flavia like the Rowan and Jeff Raven for
that matter.
     The second week, T-2 Clancy Sparrow, Lieutenant Senior Grade
Rhodri Eagles, and his youngest sister, Asia, the recently graduated
honours engineer, arrived.
     None of them had been as far out as Iota Aurigae, even though they
laughingly claimed Deneb IV was almost as remote in its quadrant of the
inhabited galaxy.
     Roddie, once the bane of the young Raven-Lyons' adolescence, had
improved beyond belief Clancy, having so recently worked with Thian,
Rojer and Flavia, eased himself into the household and asked permission
to do some hunting if that was all right.  Instantly he had Morag,
Kaltia and Ewain begging their parents to be his guide.  Permission was
granted and the three younger Raven-Lyons swept their cousin to the
stables.
     Despite all the efforts of Damia, Laria and Afra to welcome and
reassure Asia, she was stiff with uncertainty and so afraid to say or
do something 'wrong'.
     She didn't even complain when half the household slithers decided
to investigate her slender body where she sat, rigid on the stool on
which she had seated herself eschewing a large number of more
comfortable, empty chairs.
     Petra regarded Asia for a moment and then briskly walked up to her
and unwound all the slithers.
     'Next time say that you don't like winding things crawling all
over you,' Petra said, rather disgusted that anyone would put up with
such inconvenience.  She ignored Asia's deep crimson blushing and,
cocking her head, added: 'D'you mind cats?' 'Oh no,' Asia hastily said.
     'That's a relief What about darbuls?' Asia gulped.  'What are
darbuls?' she asked in such a low, meek voice that Petra gawked at her
for a moment before summoning one of the canine-like creatures.
     'Oh, they're not bad either,' Asia said hastily, apparently trying
to redeem herself in Petra's eyes for being so silly about the
slithers.
     'I'll tell the coonies they're to watch out for you, Petra said
with all the brash authority of a confident six-year-old.  As she went
off to do just that, she said to her parents: Someone here ought to do
something positive about this Asia girl.  She doesn't know how to
complain properly.  The first Talent I've ever met with that problem.
     Petra's right.  That one needs some major sorting out, Zara said
to her mother, though her mental tone dripped with disgust for such
abject self-effacement.  why on earth didn't she peel the slithers off
ri their clinging was so abhorrent to her?
     And why didn't we notice her distress before Petra did?
     Damia responded, annoyed with herself that she had misinterpreted
Asia's quietness for courtesy.
     She's used to being ignored, isn't she?  Zara said after a
moment's thought.
     Being the tenth of a big and noisy family that could produce
Roddie would result in that posture, Damia said.  And sighed.  None of
you allowed yourselves to be ignored for any length of time.  Asia
might be soothing company.
     Zara gave her mother an odd glance to see if Damia was teasing, or
serious.
     A bit of both, dear.
     She's pretty, too, Zara remarked, if you look at the bones of her,
though that outfit is not the best style for someone with bones to show
off.  -- -- well, that'follow the personality problem.  However, she'd do
a little something with herself You're right, she is pretty, though I
doubt she's as delicate as she appears.  The Eagles are a physically
strong family.  Afra, we must do what we can with this child, Damia
told her husband.  She's got some Talent but she's even locked that up
as tight as hot weather seed pod in snow.
     Before any of them could step in, Rojer walked up to Asia, took
her by the hand and hauled her shrinking self up from the stool.
     'I want you to meet my Dinis.  I got the new improved models when
I got home.  Since you're here to learn a few things from Xexo, I'll
just take you along and do the introductions.  You'll like Xexo,' Rojer
said as he hauled his reluctant victim beside him.  'C'mon, now, Asia.
     I don't want to hear a single moan of "oh, I can't do this" out of
you, d'you hear me?' Stay out of this, Zara, Asia's mine!  And, as he
left the room with the girl, he shot a stern warning at his sister over
Asia's head.  And a second one at his mother.  I know you two ladies
too well!  You keep away.
     Berated from such an unusual source, Zara and Damia exchanged
bemused glances and grinned as they 'heard' Rojer telling Asia all
about the puzzle and how many pieces he had part credit for fitting
together when all the engineers on Alliance worlds were trying to
reconstruct the Great Sphere.
     'Of course, that was before we all snitched Refugee out from under
the Hivers' noses.  'Is our Rojer smitten?' Afra asked quietly of his
womenfolk.
     'I'm not quite sure .  . .' Damia replied.
     'Well on the way to it, if you ask me, Zara said with a knowing
sniff.  'Deciding to protect someone who appears defenceless can lead
to a meaningful relationship.  Provided, of course, it doesn't lead to
an unsuitable over-protectiveness that inhibits the less confident
party.
     Damia grinned at her suddenly authoritative young daughter who was
only just in control of her own hormones and burgeoning womanliness.
     And don't even think like that about me, Mother, Zara said with
some asperity.  I've learned a great deal, a very great deal, from
Elizara and Isthia in the past three years.  I'm qualified on
first-level psychotherapy and Asia's problem is not that complex.
     leave Asia alone.  She doesn't need two more mothers!
     came Rojer's acid rejoinder.
     Do as he says, Afra suggested, casting a mildly stern glance at
wife and daughter.
     Rhodri had changed into a very elegant leisure suit, remarking
that it- was a relief to be out of uniform as he passed his host and
hostess.  He took Zara by the arm and insinuated them both neatly into
the group comprised of Flavia, Laria, Thian, and Keylarion, the Tower
expediter.
     Later it was he who suggested they roll up the rugs and dance.  If
he danced more with Flavia than the Lyon girls, he also danced three
times with Damia, two slow dances with Asia, one each with Morag and
Kaltia and a boisterous polka with Petra, a dance which he insisted was
well within the scope of the 'Dinis and shortly had them cavorting as
wildly as he and Petra.
     And he's Asia's older brother?  was Zara's enigmatic comment.
     People come in all shapes and forms, Afra said, even mentally
breathless from his exertions with Damia as his polka partner.  Then he
smiled broadly at Petra's prim curtsey when Rojer took her hand for a
waltz, the next dance on the tape of assorted musics.
     Was or was not Petra 'porting half the time Rhodri was flinging
her about?  Damia asked, mopping her perspiring face with one hand
while she worked a fan with the other.
     I doubt it.  She's as agile as a slither anyhow.  Afra sank to one
of the chairs pulled to the side of the large room and 'ported himself
a long cool drink of water.
     There were all kinds of wines, beers and assorted spirits set out
on the refreshment table.  While a medium strong, cold Aurigaean beer
would have been appropriate, Afra was already charged with the heady
ambience in which young, high spirits devoted themselves to fine
dancing.
     Asia was not allowed to sit by herself.  Either Rojer or Xexo, who
had suddenly presented himself for the family evening - he was more
often involved with ailing mechanical objects - sat or danced with her.
     Apparently she didn't like the more exuberant dances and that
preference was catered to.  But, if she sat a dance out, Rojer, Xexo
and one of the coonies - to keep the slithers away, so Petra had
informed him - were with her.
     Afra would have been delighted to dance with her for he, too,
deplored her lack of self-esteem and confidence.  He also had the
thought that the rambunctiousness of his family might be too
overpowering for her, being similar to what she contended with in her
own home.  He would have danced with her, as he had with Flavia, Damia
and each of his daughters, but she reacted so negatively to his
approach that he pretended to be winded and sat down beside her,
emanating as much reassurance and kindliness as he could without her
awareness.  But she was closed down too tightly even for his gentle
persuasions.
     The next morning, he and Damia attended to their Tower duties,
though Keylarion moved carefully and admitted to aching muscles from so
much dancing.
     Xexo was all businesslike, announcing that Rojer and Asia were
with him, learning more about Tower requirements.  Teleportations and
telepathic messages were both light so that the Tower could be put 'on
call' and its resident Talents returned to the house to find a sleepy
Clancy being fed by Morag and her 'Dinis.
     Roddie had 'asked' for a bucket of coffee which Petra had insisted
she was able to bring him with her 'Dinis carrying cup, sweetener and
milk.  Denebians were known to drink quantities of milk even in their
mature years.
     Clancy, Damia began on a tight line to the T-2, are you awake
enough to talk about Asia?
     Clancy gave his hostess a quick and not at all sleepy look before
resuming that pose.  There have been times when I've suspected that our
Asia puts on an act .  .
     That's no act, Clancy No, it's been borne in on me that it's for
real.  And how could I let such a thing happen to my sweetest cousin?
     Clancy sighed, took another sip of coffee and smiled gratefully at
Morag who presented him with a cooked breakfast of gargantuan
proportions.  It just happened.  You know what Roddie '5 like - well,
there were thirteen others in the house, too, and I suspect Aunt Alicia
was relieved to have even one who was quiet and content to do things on
her own, and responsible enough not to need much supervision.  Asia's
always been responsible, and quiet, and self effidng.  It's only after
not seeing her for a while - and hearing how Roj has been going on
about 'negligence' and 'deprivation' - that I realized that she was
deprived and neglected.  Only what's to do now?  She's smart as she can
be, got enough Talent to get along most places.  She used to repair all
the machinery at our place as well as Aunt Alicia's.  We kids used to
tease her that she'd rather play with machinery than play with us.
     He grimaced.
     'Doesn't it taste good, Clancy?' Morag asked anxiously.
     'Breakfast tastes real good, Morag m'darling.  It's my feet are
killing me from all the dancing last night.' His grin reassured Morag.
     'Are you really my cousin?' she demanded, half of him and half of
her parents.
     'Second or third cousin, I believe,' Clancy said, ploughing his
way through the eggs, potatoes, beans, grilled tomatoes and flingi on
his plate.
     'And do you really have to report back to Blundell in just six
more days?' Clancy, she's thirteen!  Damia said on a tight line as she
recognized the adolescent symptoms in her daughter.
     Don't think I don't regret that, Damia.  You've mothered a brood
of heartbreakers, so you have, and it's not fair on poor mortals like
us Denebian backwater boonies.
     Backwater?  Boonies?  Then Damia burst out laughing, knowing that
Clancy would handle Morag's crush gently, Don't ever let my father hear
you say that!
     It's your father I learned the words from, but I'd never have the
gall to repeat them near your mother!
     Roddie appeared next and it was his intention to swim off the
exertions of the evening before and that seemed like such a good idea
that the heated pool was crowded by the time the last Lyon arose.
     'Thought you'd like to hear what else happened,' Roddie said to
Rojer, Thian and Flavia after brunch when they found themselves more or
less alone in the lounge area.
     'Like what?' Thian asked.
     Roddie grinned.  'Our queen's hatched up a lot more speciality
creatures and, while I don't know for sure, I'd say she was assembling
a crew to help her fly Refugee out of her vile durance.' He paused,
waited a beat, and then went on.  'She's a lot more active, too, and
sends the scurriers out on all kinds of errands.  Some of the new
hatchings are the kind that would go down the conduits and pipe lines I
understand connect the Refugee.  And she's got a couple of big bruisers
we couldn't quite figure out a need for.  They're not true males so it
isn't a mating she's after.  She's also started planting .  . . of all
things - the seeds and pips she's saved from her food.  Used her own
dung to plant 'em in.  Got herself a trio to take care of the garden,
too.
     'What sort of things is she growing?' Flavia asked.
     'Broad-leaf plants,' said Roddie with a significant wink and nod.
     'That's going to be one disappointed female,' Thian said with a
thin smile.
     'Counting on hatched eggs isn't wise,' Rojer said.
     'No, no, you mean don't count on eggs until they're hatched,'
Thian said.
     'Uhuh,' Roddie put in, waggling an index finger.
     'You've both got it wrong.  It's putting all your eggs in one
basket.' 'What are you talking about?' Laria asked, joining them.
     Each one answered simultaneously.  'Eggs!' 'Chickens!'
'Expectations!' Rojer looked about him, concerned.  'Where'd Asia get
to?' When no-one knew, he went to the kitchen.
     'Mother, you seen Asia?' 'Xexo has her,' Damia said and added to
Rojer's disappearing form, 'she is here to learn Tower engineering, you
know.
     The last day of their holiday Rojer, Thian and Flavia were asked
to attend the Tower for a conference with Earth Prime.
     Thian wondered if Rojer felt as odd as he did, to be sitting on
their own, on their parents' couches.  The generator silence, too, was
unusual but then a link between Primes did not require the use of the
gestalt.
     That fact gave Thian a certain glow of satisfaction probably about
to be blasted by whatever his grandfather had in mind for him.
     thian Lyon, Rojer Lyon, Flavia Bastianmajani, Jeff Raven said,
stating the official nature of the interview, I know I offered you
choice in your next assignments but there have been some unusual
developments.  I heard that groan, Thian.
     Yes, sir, so what's happened?  They've cancelled the pursuit, and
Thian felt a wave of almost prescient dread that that was what Jeff
Raven would say and he knew that to discontinue the search right now
could only have serious repercussions in future generations when the
Hive imperative sent yet more Sphere ships forth from their colonial
fastnesses, looking for more M-5 worlds to colonize.
     The Washington The who?  Thian thought he was familiar with the
names of all the major Alliance ships.  Rojer raised eyebrows and
shoulders, puzzled, too.
     The Washington is the Nebula class battle-wagon that the Alliance
has built, mainly from Aungaeon metals, I might add, Jeff replied with
a droll tone to his voice, and that's not yet to be public knowledge.
     As I was saying, The Washington has been assigned as flagship,
with an escort of six Galaxy class and four destroyers, all armed with
the new Hive hull-piercing missiles.  There're two more spheres to be
tracked down.  Jeff paused, allowing his listeners to absorb that.
     Then there's a second expedition, equally as important to the High
Council, by the way, as the Washington's mission, to explore and
evaluate the M-5 class worlds which the Hivers by-passed and any more
that are identified.
     Squadron B's got a five-year mission and has been assigned an
additional lightweight destroyer craft.  The Genessee '5 got a new
captain; there's a completely new complement on the AS KTTS, and
Captain Brikowski of the Peking, plus whoever's sitting in the
captain's chairs of the smaller craft.
     Wow!  Rojer said.
     Sir, I'm ready to go to the Washington, ri they'll have me, Thian
said with quiet reserve.
     HAVE YOU, Thian lad?  You're top of the list.  Ashiant's been
bumped up to command the Washington.  Told that paper asshole of a base
commandant that Ashiant had asked particularly for you.
     He did?  Thian could not restrain his elation and had a foolish
grin of utter delight on his face.
     Captain Spktm also implied that it would not budge the KLTL out of
orbit unless you're on the Washington as Prime.
     Wow!  Rojer repeated, amusement at his brother's reaction turning
to respect.
     I hope you can think of saying something more than 'wow', Rojer,
when I inform you that you are also to be part of the Prime team on the
Washington.
     Me, sir?  After That's better.  Yes, you, sir.  Your conduct
during the KTTS incident met with approval in many 'Dini quarters.  And
then there's the expertise you displayed during the debriefing of
Operation Illuminate.
     After that?  Rojer's eyes went so wide that Flavia grinned at his
astonishment.
     'I told you you did well and you didn't believe me.
     Quiet, Flavia, I'm getting to your appointment.  Let me add here,
Primes, that I never expected FT&T would have to supply naval ships
with personnel.  But the distances covered and the lengths of these
current voyages as well as the need to maintain close contact require
the services only Primes can offer the navy.
     You will not be under naval authority and I have specified that a
Prime on a navy ship has rank equal to the ship's captain.
     We do?  Rojer was delighted at that.
     'Don't let it go to your head, Roj,' Thian said aloud.
     I won't, but it's nice to know.
     They all heard a chuckle from Earth Prime.  I didn't get as much
argument as I thought I might.  AND I expect you lot to be cognizant of
the fact that you ARE to conduct yourselves at all times with the same
probity and discretion a captain uses.
     Yes, sir.  Even Flavia's reply was suitably ingratiating.
     I'm assigning the Pursuit Squadron two Primes because I am never
going to leave my people open to the problems that you boys both faced.
     Bearing on that problem and preventing any sort of a repetition, I
want you to give me the names of support personnel, Talents by
prepreference, whom you would like to have, either overtly or covertly
on your staff There is always the possibility that you might have to
mobilize additional support.
     Lieutenant-Commander Semirame Kloo, Thian said immediately.
     Clancy Sparrow, Rojer said at the same time.
     Lieutenant Alison-Anne Greevy from the Vadim, Thian added.
     Good choices, all three.  Especially Greevy, Thian, or had you
heard that she's been taking extracurricular training in 'Dini diseases
and problems and she was to be transfered to the Washington in any
case.  The Washington will have a mixed crew.
     Thian had had only the briefest note from Gravy, in which she had
said she was 'OK, and busy.  Hoped he was, both.' He was inordinately
pleased that she had the initiative to extend her abilities.  He'd have
to tell her that, while he had kept his promise, she'd out manoeuvred
him.  He looked forward even more now to being on the same ship with
her again.
     I may send along some others who would have various duties but
they will make themselves known to you.  Thian, as the elder, you are
nominally in charge but I believe that you two brothers work well
together anyhow so I anticipate .  . . and Jeff paused just briefly to
emphasize his point no discord.
     Now, Flavia, I would like you to undertake the Thadership of
Talents in the Exploration Squadron.  I know you have been in several
Towers so you might know the specialists you 'd like to have with you.
     I'll do my best to reassign them to you for this mission - ri
they're willing.  Tower experience would be helpful, but Talents in
biology, engineering and sociological fields would augment the
specialists already slated to join that expedition.
     I'd like Zara, Asia and You'd like Zara and Asia?
     Thian and Rojer managed to suppress their glee that Flavia had
totally surprised their grandsire.
     Yes, Earth Prime.  Zara has first-level therapy qualifications
which would be invaluable on a long cruise.  She can undertake further
medical education with whatever medical personnel is aboard.  Asia took
honours, you know, in mechanical engineering, just two points below
Rojer.  Travel would be invaluable to personal development and
selftconfidence.  She would be the responsibility of both Zara and
myself I would also like Rhodri Eagles whose talents as a liaison
officer are wasted on a queen who's going nowhere, and Morgelle of
Betelgeuse because she's got archaeological credits.
     I didn't know that, and there was still a slightly bemused tone to
Jeff Raven's voice.
     That doesn't surprise me, considering her situation, and Flavia's
tone was terse.
     Your selections are excellent, well thought out, Flavia, and I
don't think those appointments will cause much trouble.  His mental
tone held more than a tinge of amusement and satisfaction.  The newly
appointed captain of the Vadim which is Squadron B's flagship, is one
Vestapia Soligen and, while her crew is as usual mixed, she requested a
female Prime ri that was possible.
     There are also two men of my acquaintance who would be most
helpful, a T-3 and a T-6, Flavia said in a bland tone.
     But her eyes sparkled at Thian and Rojer who were grinning broad
encouragement at her.
     Their names?
     The T-3 is my brother, Mallen, and the T-6 is my cousin, Jesper
Ornigo, who has 'Dinis and is keenly interested in alien civilizations,
though it has been more hobby than practice Understandably -- Both are
Altairians, and currently in positions which could be filled by anyone
of the same Talent rating.
     Never let it be said, Flavia, that I stood in the way of someone
else's nepotism.
     I beg your pardon, sir?
     'Family joke, Thian and Rojer chorused while Jeff repeated it
telepathically.  That set them all laughing.
     There is a serious aspect of this initial briefing, my young
friends.  I have laid down certain conditions on your assignments that
must be upheld no matter what the circumstances: your duties are
strictly outlined in the FT&T Charter and you are definitely aboard as
civilian specialists and non-combatants.
     With the possible exception of launching the sort of surveillance
probes Rojer used on Xh-33, you may give no more assistance than that
to any explorations or contact, no matter what the provocation, up to
and including the saving of lives.  Any 'projects' beyond the ordinary
despatch of your duties must be discussed with me and I will answer the
commanders involved.
     You may not like it, but you will preserve your own skins first,
although, as Thian was once instructed, you will do your best to rescue
whichever other essential personnel are designated by the captains.
     The navy is supposed to be able to fend for itself.
     Flavia, all you Talents are to be escorted at all times while on a
planetary suce.  Special suiting has been developed for Talents that
might reduce the stingg-pzzt of proximity to Hiver artefacts and I hope
the material proves effective.
     A final caution - the launch of the Washington has already taken
place and she is well outside our system at this moment.
     They were afraid of demonstrations, sir?  Thian asked.
     Around the best holograph ever attempted, and Jeff's voice was
both amused but with a grim edge.  So common sense prevailed over
ceremony and, should you hear that the Washington was blown up by
isolationists, ignore it.  You are, however, not to discuss your
assignments with anyone, even your parents.  Orders are being cut for
the additional personnel requested.  Rhodri and Clarence will receive
ordinary Tower-hour communications as will Zara and Asia.  And the
others will be contacted through proper channels.  You three will
report for transport to your respective postings at 0800 Aungaeon time
tomorrow.  Enjoy your last day dirtside.
     Before any of the three could even thank Jeff Raven, his contact
was broken.
     'That's just like him, too, Thian said with a grimace of chagrin.
     'He plops exactly what you've dreamed of in your lap and bounces
off before you can thank him.
     'Maybe,' Rojer suggested with unusual ambivalence, we won't thank
him in the long run.  That damned Operation Illuminate ought to have
been a snap and it turned out to be a hang-over from the Spanish
Inquisition.
     'The what?' asked Flavia.
     'I thought you knew all about saints, Flavia,' Rojer replied,
grinning.  'And I want to thank you for wanting Zara and Asia along.  I
really didn't fancy them on a pursuit mission - - 'I'll work their
butts off;' Flavia said, being quite serious as she rose from her
couch.  Then she grinned.
     'I thought it was worth a try, but I never believed Earth Prime
would let me have them.  And Mallen and Jes.
     They're both in such stultifing jobs and I know they're capable of
much more.  And if that's nepotism, I really don't care!' She gave her
head a sharp nod.
     'Good on you, Flavia,' Thian said.  'And now, let's assume
slightly lugubrious expressions and try hard to enjoy these last hours
before the booms of hard work and long separation fall on our innocent
heads.' Rojer made a derisive noise.
     'It is going to be hard work at that,' Flavia said and started
down the Tower steps.
     The two brothers rolled their eyes at her pragmatism and, taking
the steps three at a time, reached the ground level before she did.
     Rojer opened the door while Thian in his easy fashion.  'Done your
lesson?  Let's all go waved Flavia through it with an exaggerated
flourish of hand, arm and leg.
     'Great Stars above!' Rojer said, stopping so short that Flavia
nearly bumped into him.  'Whaddawe tell the parents?' 'What's to tell?
     Our leave of absence is over.  Grandfather is having us report to
Blundell Cube at 0800 tomorrow,' Thian said in an airy tone and started
down the outer Tower steps.  'Hi, Asia, has Xexo let you get your hands
oily yet?' 'Yes, he did,' the slender girl said with an air of startled
delight on her face.  'I greased and lubed one of the back-up turbines.
     Xexo made me do it by myself.  Though I had the manual open all
the time!' 'As you should when working with unfamiliar machinery,'
Rojer said but grinned so proudly down at her that, for once, she
didn't retreat into her usual shyness.  'Which one?  The 8-32-XR?  Or
the 184-QJ?' 'The QJ,' she said equably.  'It's not that great a model
but Xexo says it's given very good service with a minimum of trouble.
     'That's all to the good when you don't have easy access to spare
parts.
     'You know very well that you'd have to make spare parts for the
QJ,' she said, tilting her head up to Rojer with a grin for his forge
fulness.
     'And have done, now you mention it.' Asia cocked her head at him,
a smile wanting to appear on her lips.  'Did you have good news?'
'Yes,' and Rojer turned to both Thian and Flavia for support since her
question took him a bit unawares, 'I'd guess you'd say we have.' He
heaved a resigned sigh.
     'But vacation's over.' 'Back to Blundell Cube in the morning,'
Thian said swim!' If, occasionally, their parents regarded them oddly
as departure preparations were undertaken, the newly gazetted trio
managed to keep shields up and excitement down to an acceptable level.
     There had been a bit of a flurry from Damia to know that Asia as
well as Zara and Clancy were to report to Blundell.  Rhodri was
surprised but delighted to get orders from his superiors to report to
the navy base for reassignment.
     A last long ride at sunset brought what Afra jokingly called the
'Raven-Lyon cavalry' back with appetites capable of dealing with the
masses of food that had been prepared.  Even Petra was allowed a sip of
the sparkling wine that was served as a special accompaniment to the
feast.  The evening was so convivial that even Kincaid appeared totally
relaxed and smiled more often.  It was, of course, possible that Rojer
filled Asia's glass more often than necessary but she, too, beamed
happily about and laughed at every joke, even the ones she didn't quite
understand which Rojer would then explain quietly in her ear.
     During the week, her wish to relax the tight control she held over
her mind had verified her T-4
     status.  Towards the end of the evening, though, as she realized
this was the last night of such a marvellous holiday, she began to
brood with such intensity that Rojer very privately told her that the
best was yet to come and she'd have to be patient until tomorrow.
     Between the unaccustomed wine and reassurance, Asia fell asleep,
leaning against Rojer's shoulder before anyone, even he, noticed.
     I'll take very good care of her for you, Rojer, Flavia said scope
of the demonstration had proven the wisdom of when she noticed him
sitting unnaturally still, so as not to disturb his sleeping companion.
     Am I that obvious?  Rojer asked.
     Well, not obvious to her, at any rate, Flavia said with a ripple
of laughter.  Right now you're good for her - - And when she gets more
confidence and finds' h&sell.
     Rojer's tone held a cynical and sceptical note.
     I know it's trite, but she'll only be a thought away.  You
certainly can reinforce your position.  if the relationship is to grow,
it will.  And I personally think it will.  She's already improved a
hundred per cent since she came to Aungac.
     As far as everyone was concerned, 0800 came earlier than usual to
Iota Aurigae the next morning, but all the travellers were fed, packed
and gathered at the personnel carriers minutes before the appointed
time.  And the generators were up to maximum.
     Dad says he has something special in mind for you, Thian and
Rojer, Damia said as her sons and Flavia made themselves comfortable in
the carrier, the boys' 'Dinis secure in their smaller slings.
     He loves to have something special for us, Thian said with a
resigned groan.  if you're born into this family, you're likely to tour
the galaxy.
     You're only ever a thought away, Afra put in.  Ready?
     Steady!  Go!  Rojer couldn't resist saying, and heard his parents'
laugh as his 'go' was perfectly timed with th& 'port.
     Thian and Rojer were only allowed to help Flavia out of the
capsule before Earth Prime announced they were to be sped to the
Washington where it had already passed out of the Sol system.  Jeff
Raven, bringing them up to date on the so-called Washington riots, said
that the all the precautions.
     There had been numerous attempts to damage the 'hologram' missiles
exploding on target but doing the massive hull no damage 'because of
its unusual construction and tough design which proved that it was
advanced enough to go against even a Hive Sphere.
     Adherents, trying to protect that launch, had been as numerous as
the protesters and nearly as cunning in their attempts to protect the
great state-of-the-art ship.
     We managed quite a show for all when the Washington was duly
christened by Gktmglnt and Admiral Mekturian, down to the firing of
thrusters to disengage from the building gantries and then the inner
rockets to begin its majestic voyage of pursuit.
     Grandfather, I didn't know you were poetic!
     I'm quoting, Thian, replied Jeff.
     who staged the effects?  Rojer wanted to know.
     Everyone got in the act, Jeff said, slightly smug.  Haven't had
that much fun since your grandmother and I took on the Hiver scouts
over Deneb more than a quarter of a century ago.
     You'll like the Washington.  Once you learn your way around her.
     Your first task, however, is to get her the hell out to the poor
destroyer the Maine who was left behind by C Squadron to keep on the
Hiver's trail.  D Squadron left her behind because the two Hiver ships
split up.  You'll have to bring the other ships of Squadron A in one at
a time over the next twenty four hours.  Even with all the help the
Prime merge can give you, that's going to be an exhausting task.
     Flavia, Zara, Asia and every Prime in the family is ready to
assist, so don't hang about.  You'll enjoy your luxury quarters.  The
Washington's quite a beauty.
        Grandfather wasn't kidding, was he?  Rojer said to Thian as
they climbed out of their carrier into a hangar four times the size of
any other one, - including the commodious one on the Refugee.
     'Permission to come aboard, Captain,' Thian said, nudging Rojer
sharply with his elbow, because he'd seen who was in the welcoming
committee.  Ashiant himself.  Brother, are we getting the treatment!
     'Permission to come aboard, Captain Ashiant,' Rojer blurted out.
     'Permission granted, Primes, and very glad to have you two
aboard,' Ashiant said, stepping forward as Thian and Rojer stood on the
deck.  He then helped the 'Dinis scramble out.  'The rest of your team
is reported on its way so we can get The Washington and there was great
satisfaction and pride in Ashiant's voice as he named his new command,
'out to where she's supposed to be most effective.
     GREAT PLEASURE TO SERVE WITH YOU AGAIN, CAPTAIN SPKTM,' both Rojer
and Thian said to the large 'Dini to whom their friends were making
proper obeisance.
     THIS ONE ASKED FOR YOU, THN, RJR.  WITH YOUR HELP WE WILL
OVERCOME,' Captain Spktm replied, bending its poll eye in a
complimentarily flattering fashion.
     'Prime Thian, you will notice a few friendly faces have followed
me to the Washington, but we'll leave that until dinner, when we've
made the initial push,' Ashiant went on.
     He can't wait, can he?  Rojer said in private amusement to his
brother.
     Nor can we, added Earth Prime.  Work now, play later, boys.
     Another carrier was deposited in the cradle beside theirs.  Clancy
Sparrow sprang out, repeating the traditional request to board.
     Ashiant welcomed him and Clancy's 'Dinis made their courtesies to
Spktm.
     As Captain Ashiant nodded to ratings standing near by to handle
the duffies of the new arrivals, he gestured for the Talents to follow
him and Captain Spktm, Clancy bringing up the rear.
     'You'll want to learn the intricacies of the Washington's many
decks and facilities, Primes - ' and he gave Thian a long look.
     'I was afraid you'd hold that against me for ever, Captain
Ashiant,' Thian said with a broad grin.
     'Well, it made naval history,' and Ashiant turned to Rojer.  'Has
your brother ever told you how much protocol he shattered the first
hour he was aboard my old command?' 'Sir, you should have heard what
Dad had to say about it, and he's not even navy,' Rojer said
mendaciously but with a broad smile.
     'It's good to know you will not try to outdo him.
     'Me, sir, no, sir.  That's not what I do best.' 'And what do you
do best, Prime Rojer?' 'Classified, sir.' Ashiant regarded Rojer with
the same cynical look he had once levelled at Thian.
     'I see that this trip is going to be instructive - - - for all of
us,' and there was warning in that mild remark.
     There was only the one short walk to a turbo-lift and then another
dog-leg down a carpeted corridor clearly in officer territory before
Ashiant stopped at a double door, guarded by two marines who
immediately braced to attention.
     'These accommodations were specifically designed for the use of
Talents, Primes, so if you'll press the palms and Ashiant nodded to the
security pad.  Thian, Rojer and Clancy laid their hands on it.
     'Sir, you will need access, too,' Thian said, 'she's your ship.'
Ashiant nodded and placed his palm on the pad as well.  'I appreciate
the courtesy.
     Then Thian pressed once again and the double doors slid apart.
     With considerably more poise than they were inwardly feeling, the
young men walked into a large lounge, the captains following.
     'This is sinfully luxurious,' Thian said, glancing around at the
appointments of the room.  Doors, slightly ajar on either side of the
lounge, showed sleeping accommodations but there were two doors in
front of them that were not open, and one set cater-cornered on the
left-hand side.
     Now Ashiant strode across the lounge.  'This, - and he opened it
with a palm pressed to the door's pad, 'is your Washington Tower, if
you will, and this,' he opened the second room, 'a ready room, while
that,' and now he pointed to the cater-cornered one, 'is the access
corridor to the bridge.  So you're right on top of everything.' 'This
is all much more than we had any right to expect, Captain,' Thian said,
making a bow of appreciation.
     'Earth Prime's orders,' Ashiant replied with an expressionless
face which altered to a smiling one.  'No more than you deserve for the
services you supply an entire fleet.  If you'll assemble the rest of
the team you have aboard immediately,' and he gestured to the intercom
system in the Tower room, 'we can get going.' 'Right, sir,' Thian said.
     'Just leave those duffles there, lads,' Clancy said as the ratings
arrived with their luggage.
     'If you'll proceed to the bridge, sir,' Thian added, opening that
door, 'we'll organize the advance.  Oh, sir, who's the Washington's
engineering officer?' Ashiant regarded him with surprise.  'Tikele, of
course.' He pointed to the screen.  'When you've the chance, check the
roster.  I brought as many of my officers with me as I could.' Captain
Spktm followed Ashiant, murmuring that it would join its own ship when
the Primes were free to 'port it there.
     'Rojer can oblige you right now, sir, as I imagine you'd prefer to
be on the KLTL on her jump,' Thian said, giving his first order in his
new position.
     'Sure can, Captain, if you will be good enough to return to the
hangar and your carrier,' Rojer said and strode to the Tower room.
     Boy, have we landed in gravy, bra?
     WHAT?  And Thian 'ported in beside Rojer, peering around the
place.
     Enough nonsense!  said Earth Prime, his tone slightly peevish.
     Rojer slid on to the couch beside him, which happened to have been
made to his height so he settled comfortably in it.  Clancy and Thian
took two of the remaining six couches and settled themselves.
     As soon as Rojer had 'ported the Mrdini captain to its
Constellation class ship, Thian took him into the merge, then Clancy,
and announced the merge's readiness to proceed.
     First came Jeff Raven, assuming the focus position while the Rowan
slipped in right beside him.  Sublimated in her mind Thian recognized
Flavia, Zara, Asia, the indistinguishable current complement of both
the Blundell Cube and Callisto Tower, then the familiar touches of his
parents arrived, Laria and Kincaid, David of Betelgeuse, the T-2s of
Altair, Capella and Procyon Primes, his Uncle Jeran and Aunt Cera and
even the only faintly familiar touch of his Uncle Ezra on Vega and
other Talents as the teleportation force gathered more strength than it
had ever before had and launched the immense bulk of the Washington in
a long-drawn breath to where the tiny mote of the Maine patiently
followed the strong ion traces of a Hive sphere's course.
     Then one by one the other vessels - two Constellation class, four
of the Galaxy and four destroyers - were 'ported fluently to take their
assigned positions in the fleet.  Despite the restrictions of the
merge, Thian activated the forward screens in their Tower room and saw,
no longer quite a mote, but decidedly small in comparison, the lean
shape of the Maine.  He wondered if her crew were aware of their mighty
neighbours but he was too integral to the merge to enquire.
     Abruptly, most of the merge, having acquitted their part of this
gargantuan transportation, disengaged.  Only the Earth-Callisto element
remained.
     Thian, you can tell the Maine now, that merge said, that they are
relieved of their duty.  The merge was amused.
     Captain's name is Bremerton.
     Still elated by the contact with so many energies, Thian had no
trouble making the contact.  Bremerton's mind was wide open with the
relief he was experiencing at the arrival of his replacements.
     Eleven ships at once?  was Bremerton's half-stunned, half-exultant
response.  Thian had the distinct impression of sudden physical
movement along with peripheral mental jolts of relief and joy.  Oh, my
God, you are.  Fleet's here!  Look lively.  Fleet's here.  Open a
channel to the Washington, Sparks.  We're about to be relieved!
     Captain Bremerton, we can 'port you back to base as soon as you're
ready, Thian said.  Though I hate to rush you, sir' the merge is
on-line and waiting.
     Clancy was nearest those controls so he cut on the bridge screen.
     Despite a crisply neat shipsuit, the tired face of a relatively
young captain was visible on the --Washington's main comscreen, saluting
smartly.
     'Clark Bremerton, Captain Ashiant, and my respects.
     --His face developed a broad smile comprised of respect, awe and
amazement.  'I'm sending my log over for your records but I can't say
that anything unusual has happened, sir.  No deviation is noted in the
ion trail since the split-up three weeks ago and the Hiver we're
--following hasn't altered speed.' 'Good work, Captain.  I won't keep
you as I imagine both you, the crew and the Maine are looking forward
to home.' --'Indeed we are, sir,' was the heartfelt response.
     --'Your log's been transferred.  On your way, Maine.
     Ashiant saluted smartly and it was being returned by an obviously
grateful Bremerton when his image on the --forward screen faded.
     'Your turn, Primes,' Ashiant said into the chair com.
     And about time, Thian heard the unmistakable voice of his
grandmother Rowan, all this naval pomp and --circumstance is
time-consuming.
     Thian felt the pressure of the merge in his mind and the Maine
disappeared.  So did the constriction of the merge.  Beside him, Rojer
gave an exaggerated sigh of relief while Clancy stretched until his
sinews cracked.
     'Do we know where we are?' Clancy asked.
     'Since I'm the engineer,' Rojer began and slipped off the couch
and over to the console.  It was so shiningly new, not so much as a
scratch on any surface, but it was also familiar and he had their main
screen showing the vista before them: an expanse of stars of all
variations in colour and pulsation.
     'Far, far away from every star we know and recognize,' was
Clancy's thoughtful comment.
     All three were startled at a discreet rap on the door 'Come in.'
'Lieutenant Senior Grade Greevy reporting for duty, Primes, and I've
taken the liberty of ordering peppers for you.  Alison-Anne was
appropriately solemn-faced as she advanced with the tray of tall drinks
which she presented first to Thian, managing a sly wink before she
served his brother and Clancy.
     'Good thinking, Lieutenant, and congratulations,' Thian said
formally, then grinned.  'Alison's taken courses in 'Dini health-care,
Rojer, Clancy .
     'Yes, while waiting for you to perform your first duties,' Gravy
said, still very much in a dignified naval attitude, 'I've had the
chance to meet all your 'Dinis.
     So has Commander KIoo .
     'Rome's here?' Rojer cried and, careful not to slop the drink from
his glass, he made his way to the lounge where Semirame Kloo snapped
him a salute before her face broke into a proud and grateful grin.
     'I can't thank you guys enough.  Del Falco turned piss ant with a
vengeance when you skived off' she said, 'which made him difficult
enough until Clancy was yanked off too.  When the Admiral discovered
his destination, the shit really got recirculated.  I was clenching my
teeth in expectation of where he'd land next when I got my orders.  I
don't think anyone's ever cleared the navy base as fast as I did.  And
to the Washington, of all assignments!  D'you guys have any idea how
many people hate my guts now?' 'And we don't bloody care,' Clancy said,
swinging Semirame up and around before he put her down on her feet
again.
     Still grinning, she pulled her tunic straight because she was
wearing the same formal uniform that the medic was.
     'Then you've already been on the Washington a week?' Thian asked.
     When she nodded, still grinning, he asked who else Ashiant had
brought of his Vadim officers.
     'I haven't met even half my own watch yet,' Rome said, 'but I know
for sure he brought his engineering officer, Yuri Tikele, Ailsah
Vandermeer is first officer and Commander Fadh Ah Minas weapons, plus
quite a few of the Vadim's chief petty officers, too.
     'Not his number one?  Commander Germys?' Rome grinned.  'He got
booted up to captain on the Genessee.
     'Commander Exeter's here in sick bay,' Alison Greevy said, 'and
we've a Mrdini unit because this is a mixed crew and I'm liaison.' She
added that with a grin of pride.
     I always said you were cleverer than you knew, Gravy, Thian said.
     And you kept your promise.
     Only because you added an element that made it absolutely
possible.
     With due ceremony, Rome then handed a disk to Thian.  'I'm told
you're officially the head of the Talent facility, Prime Thian, and I
personally received this from Earth Prime Raven with instructions to
give it into your keeping.  It's for you three only: a listing of all
the Talents in this fleet.  A handful are known to their superiors as
possessing "some" Talent but mostly higher than the grade they're
listed as.  Some have come aboard in minor capacities with T-2 and T-3
     qualifications.  I respectfully suggest that you either 'port them
in this lounge privately or allow me or Lieutenant Greevy to make
contact.
     A code word for all Talents to open their minds to you has been
set up throughout the Fleet.  That's in the orders, too, and every one
of us has been primed to response, though Earth Prime told me that we
don't know what the word is.
     'On an open frequency, the code word, "Saki", will alert us to be
on guard, for you and whoever else is named after that code.' 'Now,'
and Alison took a step forward, 'pepper not withstanding, Misters
Prime, or is that Prime Misters, or what?' 'I'm not a Prime, Clancy
said with a grin.
     'In here, we're informal, but if you've got to use titles,
Prime'll do,' Thian said.
     Alison cocked her head slightly.  'I heard - scuttlebutt, mind you
- that you got captain's rank.' 'I,' Thian responded with a broad
smirk, 'was told that, humble civilian though all Talents are, T-is are
considered as holding a rank similar to that of a ship's captain.' 'But
that doesn't mean we're captains,' Rojer said, finishing the
explanation.
     'So a T-2 like me would be equal to a lieutenant commander?'
Clancy asked.
     Thian shrugged.  'Why not?' 'You did well - Clarence,' Semirame
Kloo said, arching her eyebrows.
     'I've got the Talent, kid.' 'What I started to say,' Alison began
in a stern tone, 'is that peppers notwithstanding, you Primes have a
captains' dinner tonight, and that's captains plural plus all first
officers, so that's a mess of people.  So you Primes get some rest.
     That was a big push you just made.  Even Rome and I felt it,
didn't we?' She looked towards the shorter commander for verification
and got an answering grin.
     'We're fine,' Rojer said negligently.
     'That's because you've never been to a captain's captains' dinner,
coz,' said Clancy and glanced around at the half-open doors.  'Which is
mine?' Rome shrugged.  'Whichever - since you're informal here.'
'Haven't you - - -' and Clancy stopped, gesturing vaguely at the room
doors.
     She shook her head.  'I'm quartered near by but Alison's down in
sick-bay.  Now, you guys sack out!
     C'mon or they'll never stop talking.' Gravy managed one more sly
wink at Thian as the door slid shut behind her.
     'Eeney, meeney, miney mo!' and Rojer's finger ended up pointing at
the middle door on the portside of the lounge.
     Thian grabbed his duffle and made for the top room on the other
side as Clancy made for the nearest starboard one.
     Thian noted with approval that this was a proper bedroom, though
there were storage units under the double bed, and wardrobes, as well
as private shower and toilet.  He didn't feel fatigued at all until he
had dutifully lain down.  Almost as if there'd been a subliminal
command, he fell instantly and deeply asleep.
     The captain's captains' dinner was every bit as formal as Thian,
Rojer and Clancy dreaded.  Captain Ashiant made good use of their
fluency and acquaintanceship with Mrdinis and each had a 'Dini on
either side.
     Opposite them were humans and it was permissible to talk across
the table from time to time.
     Captain Ashiant sat at the head of the table, with Spktm, now
Captain of 'Dini Constellation LSTS, on his right and Thian on Spktm's
right with the 'Dini first officer, Mgl, from the Galaxy KLTL as his
other partner.
     Rojer was across from his brother with the 'Dini Galaxy class
Commander Ktpl of the KLTS on one side and AS LSTS's first officer,
Tipi, on the other.  All four -'Dinis were quite conversable so there
was no problem for the brothers.  They both 'pathed messages of
encouragement to Clancy who was seated at the bottom of the table
between the 'Dini destroyer captain and a Galaxy class number one.  But
Clancy was also seated across from one of the three women, a very
attractive commander.  The captain of the destroyer Athene was seated
beyond Rojer and the third woman, another first officer, was beyond
Thian by two places.  Clancy quipped back that he was better off than
they.
     The food was good and each species treated to specialities
designed to satify different palates.  The wines were excellent and
Spktm obviously relished the yellow beverage it was served, though the
first officer, Tipi, drank only water.
     The dinner went on and on, with numerous courses, and much
conversational time between each.  Then Thian began to appreciate the
ulterior motive of such a lengthy and seemingly formal affair.  By the
end of it, every one of the top ranking officers had had a chance to
assess each other, and the Primes, either by direct conversation or by
observation.
     When the final course of savouries had been finished, and
after-dinner beverages had been replenished, the stewards withdrew, the
double doors swooshing shut and Captain Ashiant rose.
     'Captains, Primes and commanders, while we are still far enough
away from the Hiver's objective, wherever that may be,' Ashiant began
and received a few chuckles, 'I suggest that you take advantage of the
lull to inspect the new facilities aboard the Washington personally.  I
know that the two Constellation class ships have had the new weapons
systems installed and so has the Solidarity but we must all be aware of
how these missiles can be effectively used.  if we need to employ
them.' WHY HAVE THEM IF NOT TO USE THEM?' Ktpl asked bluntly.
     Ashiant levelled a glance at Ktpl.  'OUR ORDERS ARE WRITTEN SO
THERE IS ONLY ONE MEANING, CAPTAIN KTPL.' He glanced around to be sure
that all the humans had understood his 'Dini reply.  While Thian noted
that Ashiant's command of the 'Dini language had improved in accent and
fluency, he wasn't surprised when the captain continued in slow and
well enunciated Basic.  'The Alliance High Council has spoken in these
orders and guides us all in the performance of the objectives of this
mission.  We have the greatest fleet ever to set out across this
galaxy.  We will accomplish its aim: to be sure the remaining Hive
spheres do not destroy life-forms, do not begin two new colonies.  When
that is done, as you all know, this fleet is to separate and
investigate other G-type star systems with M-5 planets that have been
by-passed.  And establish their condition.  Five years have been
allotted to these tasks.  Let us drink to success, captains, Primes and
commanders.' Solemnly all rose and the toast was repeated by human and
'Dini alike.
     Thian rather hoped that this ended the evening but the diners left
the long table and congregated in smaller groups: some officers
renewing acquaintances while others solemnly discussed details.
     'Don't turn,' said a low voice behind him and, recognizing
Ashiant's tone, Thian complied.  'Would you be good enough to 'port me
to your quarters for breakfast tomorrow morning, Thian?  Raven said
you'd know me well enough to find me wherever I am on a ship, even the
size of this one.' Thian bent his head, appearing to smooth down his
hair as he murmured his reply.  'I can if you really require such
security, sir.' 'This once, I do.' Ashiant immediately drifted away,
raising his voice to address Captain Cheseman of the Solidarity.
     Thian was still puzzling over that request when Clancy wandered up
to him to say that they could politely leave any time now that two of
the captains had bid Ashiant a polite farewell.
     Thian 'told' Clancy about Ashiant's request.  'Why should a
captain, a fleet admiral, have to resort to such tactics, Clancy?'
Thian asked, uneasy about subwrfiige.
     'Doubtless he'll tell us tomorrow morning at breakfast,' Clancy
said, not at all perturbed.  'And that's going to come soon enough,' he
added, glancing at the digital which flashed 0235 at them.  'At 0645.
     'I'll just secure this door,' Rojer said, waving his hand across
the inner door pad.  'I never knew a dinner could last this long and
everyone - well, neady everyone still be stone cold sober.' Having set
his internal alarm, Thian was awake at precisely 0630, showered and
dressed by 0642.  He found Clancy in the lounge ahead of him with a
table for four loaded with covered dishes.
     'Thanks!' 'Know my way about a ship's galley better'n you would.'
'Nonsense, - said Rojer, yawning as he joined them, his short hair
still wet and soaking the neck of his fresh shipsuit.  'You took a good
few peeks into those stewards' minds last night so you'd know the exact
layout and when not to freak 'em out of their minds, porting stuff up
here.
     Clancy dismissed that accusation with a wave of his hand.  'Thian,
time!' Clancy said as the digital went from 0644 to 0645.
     Thian easily located Captain Ashiant,whose quarters were on the
same deck and not far away, but the man had had no warning to set down
the cup he'd been drinking from when Thian transported him.  He glanced
quickly to be sure the liquid hadn't spilled from the cup and seemed
mildly astonished that it showed no ripple of its recent
transplantation.
     'Damned smooth, Thian lad, damned smooth,' he said and then
gestured for Clancy to stand down from attention.  'In these quarters,
Sparrow, Talents don't stand on ceremony.
     'Thank you, sir,' Clancy said with one of his irrepressible grins,
'have some more breakfast, Captain?' Simultaneously, a chair was pulled
back from the table and covers whisked off the hot food they had
concealed.
     'Humph,' Ashiant remarked with a wry smile for each of the young
men, 'breakfast in here could get to be a pleasant habit.' 'Any time,
sir,' Thian and Rojer chorused.
     Ashiant laughed.  'I doubt you mean that, lads, so I'll give
advance notice.
     They were all seated when Ashiant handed Thian a slender disk four
centimetres square.
     'From Jeff Raven.  It's his authorization for you lads to keep
your minds' ears on general - and I do mean, general - morale.' Trying
to hide his distaste for that aspect of a Talent's ability, Thian
carefully placed the square in his breast pocket.
     'You don't like it, lad, and Ashiant included Rojer and Clancy in
his quick glance round the table, 'and I don't like to have to ask you
to do it, but you know the trouble we had with the Washington launch.
     If it hadn't been a hologram, some of those missiles would have
inflicted sufficient damage to keep her from being launched.' Thian
hadn't known that but Clancy nodded complete understanding.
     'There are dissidents aboard then?' Thian asked, beginning to
appreciate the need for Talented surveillance.
     Ashiant gave him a sardonic grin.  'We know who most of them are.
     It's the ones we didn't or couldn't identi - the sleepers - and we
have to assume that there are some.  You wouldn't have had any reason
to know that the subversive elements have tried to sabotage the
Washington from the moment her keel plate was laid - as much as you can
lay anything in space.  She was built in sections, you know, as if she
were four smaller ships of a revolutionary new design.' Ashiant
grinned.
     'By the time we had those sections connected, we could then mount
the sort of security so that her outfitting could be completed without
too much risk of implanted remotes.
     'Now, I'm not asking you lads to "spy" in the old-fashioned
melodramatic way.  I'm certainly not asking you to delve into anyone 5
     private mind - unless you have bloody good reason to do so or my
specific orders for such an action,' and Ashiant swung a thick
forefinger to include all three, 'but I am asking you to liaise with
all the Talents available on all human ships and have them keep on the
alert for any anomalies, strange behaviours, oddities and report them
to you.  If your 'Dinis can legitimately mix with the crews of the five
'Dini ships, that would help, too.
     'You're expecting trouble from our Allies?' Thian asked, since the
'Dinis were the last ones he'd expect to sabotage the expedition.
     Ashiant nodded once, not looking at Rojer.  'We don't want a
repetition of the Xh-33 either, Prime.' 'No, sir, Captain Ashiant,'
Rojer said with more vehemence than he intended, 'we don't!' 'I don't
expect any problems immediately.  This is likely to be a long, long
journey.  That's why I felt that now was the most appropriate time for
me to make you aware of this aspect of your duties.  Even in this, you
are non-combatants and, as your boss'll tell you, it is compatible, in
this instance, with Talent ethics.  I'll have more of that toast, if
you please, Sparrow.' As he buttered it, he added, 'The more often
you're seen beginning today - in all parts of the Washington, and on
the other ships, either singly or as a group, the sooner that sort of
habit will become so established no-one will find it odd.  Rojer,
you'll find immense puzzles on one --or another cargo deck on the six
human ships.  We're having intership contests of all sorts, including
VR endurance rides,' and he grinned briefly at their surprise.
     'The other excuse Jeff Raven concocted was that every --crewman or
woman has the right to send a private message home.' When Rojer rolled
his eyes, Ashiant chuckled.  'I know we've six thousand crew on the
Washington alone but there're a lot of families aboard so that
drastically cuts the number who might use the --privilege.  Nevertheless
some'll be too shy to deliver them here,' and he jerked his head
towards the doors, 'but that'll be one excuse for you to circulate
frequently.' He glanced up at the digital.  'Any questions?
     I've to be back in my quarters, finishing my breakfast, by 0710.'
'Yes, Captain,' Thian said, 'who are the priority personnel we must
rescue in the unlikely event of an emergency?' 'Me,' Ashiapt said with
an amused snort.  'Contrary --to naval history, the captains of every
vessel, especially and including the 'Dinis, plus as many first
officers as possible, any Talents 5 and above, your 'Dinis, Commander
Tikele and Commander Yngocelen --'Where's he?' Rojer interrupted,
remembering Yngie with affection.
     'On the Genessee and he'll be delighted to see you, Lyon.  So, as
one of your first duties, figure out which each of you'll be
responsible for.  As you know, the Washington carries six scouts 'But
there're only three of us,' Rojer said in some consternation.
     'There are also three other T-2s whom you've yet to meet, Primes,
so count them in your calculations.
     Scouts can accommodate fifteen easily, twenty cramped.
     Most of the Washington pods are built for fifty persons each: for
one hundred on the family decks.  Constellation pods thirty 'We'll take
care of the disposition, sir,' Thian said, noting the time on the
digital.
     'We'll have the usual drills,' Ashiant said, rising then.
     'You can practise then.' He nodded to Thian.
     'Sir?' and Rojer solemnly handed him the cup he had come with.
     'Good lad!' Cup in hand, a friendly and amused grin on his face,
Ashiant was 'ported back to his own quarters.
     'Talk about security -- -- -, Clancy said, dramatically wiping his
face with his napkin.
     'Actually, it's a sound idea,' Rojer replied.
     The door chime sounded, almost imperiously.
     'Whoops,' Clancy said and hastened to disable the inside lock,
allowing the door to slide open to admit a puzzled Semirame KIoo.  She
regarded her palm.
     'I thought I was keyed in to that pad.
     'Rojer, I told you we didn't need to enable an inner lock on the
Washington,' Thian said with a hint of pique in his voice.
     'Sorry about that, Rome.  Coffee?' the culprit asked, holding up
the thermal pot.
     Thus began the first of many long days on the way to their distant
and unknown goals.
     Flavia, with her team - Asia, Zara, Mallen and Jes arrived at
Clarf Tower for a conference with Kincaid.
     Flavia had checked with Laria whether or not Kincaid (1) would
object or (2) could expand on his initial report.
     He certainly doesn't object, Flavia, was Laria's reply, and I
don't know whether he doesn't want to expand on the reports or it's the
time when he wrote those reports that bothers him.
     We don't have to No, and Laria's negative came out as a slow
mental drawl, I think it might do him the world of good to have to
speak of those days.  He's much easier in himself now, you know.
     That's good to hear.  He's a very likeable person.
     I know.  Laria's brief comment had echoes that set Flavia
wondering about Laria's feelings about Kincaid.
     I caught that, Flavia Bastianmajani, and I'm his friend.  I really
like him.
     He's lucky then.
     I'm the one who's lucky.  I'll catch you tomorrow then at 1400
your time.  That '11 put you here in the cool, cool dawn of Clas
autumnal day.
     Laria's facetiousness made Flavia even more thoughtful but that
exchange she could keep to herself and did.
     Zara's enthusiasm for practising her qualifications could well
extend to her oldest sister and that, in Flavia's mind, would be
totally improper.  Flavia's opinion of Laria was quite high and,
whatever her relationship was with Kincaid, it was a very private
matter.  As all such matters should be.
        'This is cool?' Flavia asked Lionasha, her forehead beaded
with sweat from the short walk up to Clarf Tower in the crepuscular
dawn light.  Behind her, Zara, Asia, Jes and Mallen were also finding
the closeness of the sultry air uncomfortable.
     'Yes, rather,' Lionasha said with the cheerfulness of someone
thoroughly accustomed to the vagaries of the local climate.  'When are
you joining your expedition?' 'More or less as soon as we've had a
chance to confirm details with Kincaid.' Lionasha nodded.  'He really
enjoyed himself at Aurigae,' the tawny woman said.
     'We all had a great time,' Zara said, ending in a sigh.
     'It'll be months, years maybe, before we'll get back.' 'Homesick
already?' Mallen Bastianmajani asked in a teasing 'elder brother' tone.
     'I've never been homesick in my life,' Zara replied smartly, 'but
I miss the things I can do there that you don't have anywhere else in
the Alliance.' 'That's part of homesickness,' Mallen said, shooting a
glance at his older sister to see if he was laying it on a bit thick.
     He enjoyed teasing Zara Raven-Lyon: she gave back as good as she
got.
     Jesper's long legs carried him to the door into the Tower first
and it opened for him, a whoosh of cooler air warring out.
     'Oh, my word!  What a relief!' 'For now!' Lionasha said with a
meflil smile, 'but we have to turn the temperature up in here if
anyone's going outside or they'd have a relapse.
     'Hmmm, yes, or heat stroke - Laria, with Kincaid at her heels,
came down from the Tower room and there were wide and happy grins,
renewing the acquaintances established on Aurigae while Flavia
introduced Mallen and Jesper.
     'This way,' Laria said, taking charge and, with a nod for Lionasha
to assume the Tower watch, led her guests into the living quarters.
     Refreshments awaited them there and the 'Dinis served them cooling
drinks and finger foods before they settled into the comfortable chairs
and couches.
     'I don't know if you're aware that this scientifically based
expedition does not have full support of the Council,' Flavia said.
     'That may be luckier than you know, Laria replied.
     'There is great curiosity here on Clarf, especially if some of the
planets can be cleared for our colonization.' She grinned.  'Any
disruptive problems?' 'Not for us,' Zara said crisply and wrinkling her
nose with disgust.  'But some crew members got mauled when the list of
ships in Squadron B was posted' Asia sort of squinched herself down in
the couch corner she had chosen and stopped eating her snack.
     'So we began our duties,' Flavia said with a rueful grin, 'by
'porting sailors out ofbrawls and safely aboard.' 'Their families had
to be sent to protected enclaves, Asia added.
     As that was the first information Asia had ever volunteered in her
presence, Laria paid close attention and sent a strong reassurance to
the girl.  Though Zara was younger by several years, Asia 'seemed' the
junior.
     'Rather silly, isn't it, though?' Laria said.  'As if the families
had anything to do with the orders.  And why the fuss over Squadron B's
goals?  It's scientific, not combative.' 'Well, there had been quite an
organization formed,' Mallen began, 'to prevent the Washington from
being formally launched.  So there was a lot of undissipated anger and
resentment which was then turned on perfectly innocent targets: the
nearest being crews of the second squadron.  The dissenters got bilked
out of blowing up the Washington,' Mallen said with a grimace for such
folly.
     'And even that was only a hologram,' Zara added.
     'Biggest one ever attempted.' 'So's the Washington.  Ship, that
is,' said Mallen who'd been impressed by the cover operation as well as
the immensity of the newest Fleet addition.
     'So, what can I do to help your.  . . ah.  . .scientific venture?'
Kincaid said with a wry smile, looking from one expedition member to
the next, his glance sliding quickly away from the shy Asia.  'I'd've
thought the probe files would be sufficient.' 'They show what you saw,
Kincaid,' Flavia said slowly.  'But everything we see we interpret from
our own experience.  As you're telempathic, did you have further
reactions that wouldn't have been taped?' Kincaid regarded her for a
moment with a very blank expression, but then tension left his long
frame and he smiled rueftilly.
     'There isn't any empathy possible between humans and the Hivers,
and little between humans and 'Dinis, no matter how close we are to our
'Dini friends.' His Nil and Plus were busy talking to the visiting
'Dinis, their low voices an almost melodic descant to the human
conversations.
     Zara smiled at him.  'Tell us what we don't know, Kincaid.'
'Zara!' Flavia called her to order.  'What were your impressions, your
reactions to what you saw, particularly on the deserted planets.
     'I deplored the waste of valuable colonial property,' Kincaid
said, slightly flippant.  Then leaned forward.
     'The first one 'Marengo 'Is that what they ended up naming it?
     Ah, well, it had once been reasonably successful.  Agriculture not
quite as extensive as I understand it was on Xh-33, and I think I was
surprised that there wasn't more He paused and regarded Flavia.  'Is
this what you mean?' 'Yes, yes, exactly.' 'Why?' 'I don't know,' she
answered honestly.  'It just seems sensible to gather as much
information as possible from available sources.
     'You're it,' Zara said, grinning.
     'I wasn't the only Talent in the merge that searched,' Kincaid
said in a voice gone suddenly harsh.
     'But you're down as the only T-2 and the merge focus -- -- Zara
began.  'Surely 'I can only give you my impressions,' Kincaid
interrupted her.
     Leave it, Zara, Laria said on a tight line to her sister as she
spoke aloud.  'Even those would give some insights .  . . For instance,
you've never mentioned any any detritus in the buildings you scanned.'
'Detritus?' Kincaid gave a snort.  'You mean bodies?
     Not on Marengo.  Too old.' 'That's another fact I needed to know,'
Flavia said, grinning with relief 'So many people assume - and that's a
major problem with the dissenters who are sure our interference" is
going to make them the next victims - that ALL Hive colonies have been
successful, ipso facto.' 'We have to find out why those that failed,
failed,' Zara said.  'And why Hive Central didn't know?  Or didn't
care?  Or what?  I mean, you said the second one looked-' 'Waterloo '
Flavia supplied.
     'Thanks, the Waterloo planet looked as if it had started out OK
and was then abandoned.  So what happened?' Kincaid frowned slightly.
     'Yes, I wondered about that one since the Hive colony ship was
still in orbit.  Even with the plastic probes, I approached both ship
and planet very carefully.  Spatially, the Waterloo system wasn't far
from Marengo.  Had the Marengo group merely switched to the Waterloo
planet?' 'We don't have all that much substantiating detail,' Mallen
said, 'but the 'Dini do maintain that the Hivers haven't changed their
modus operandi in centuries.
     Comparing the installations on Xh-33 with those on Marengo and
Waterloo show that they use the same general structures and
agricultural schemes - at least on those three planets.' 'And on the
other two I probed,' Kincaid said, relaxed enough now to lean forward,
elbows on his knees, hands clasped together.  'They pick sites well
inland, as if they don't like, or maybe are even afraid of large bodies
of water.
     'They irrigate fields -- Zara put in.
     'I want to see what sort of hydra pumping units they have ' Asia
put in.  'Did you see any?' Kincaid smiled at her.  'Asia, I wouldn't
know a pump unless it had a big sign written all over it - Pump!
     But where agricultural activity had been started, there were
irrigation ditches which I can recognize.  On the ecologically poor
planet, the third one, Talavera, these were just straight gutters of
some material, fiall of leaves or dirt and sand.  Very sad to see.
     Very desolate.' 'But nothing to show why the planet was
ecologically slain?' Kincaid shook his head.  'If the Hivers fiamigate
every planet they want to colonize, they may not restore the necessary
ecological balance.  If it can be saved, it'd be a lovely place,' and
his face took on a wistful expression.
     'We'll damn well try!' Zara said and made a face at him when she
saw Jesper regarding her with a slightly supercilious expression.  'You
just wait and see.' 'Are you going there first?' Kincaid asked with a
hint of eagerness in his voice.
     'That's the plan,' Flavia said.
     He leaned forward more urgently.  'But that system's very close to
the one the Hivers are active on.' 'Don't worry, Kincaid,' Flavia
replied with a confident smile, sending him a mental reassurance as
well.
     With an impatient gesture, he waved that off 'That planet's
dangerous.  They've a ship.  And you'd be in range of their scouts.
     'Squadron B's armed with the new missiles, Kincaid,' Mallen said,
though he did not dismiss Kincaid's obvious alarm.  'And the complement
includes one of the fast 'Dini destroyers.
     'What bothered you so about that planet, Kincaid?' Laria asked in
a conversational tone.
     He glanced over at her, took a long breath and expelled it.
     Flavia was empathic enough to pick up his rising anxiety, and to
know that Laria was deffly calming him and carefully shielding his
reaction.  A quick touch at Zara and Flavia realized that the highly
empathic young therapist had been diverted.  Zara would mean no harm,
but Kincaid had not completely recovered from whatever had depleted
both mental and physical resources.
     'The frantic activity, the almost desperate urgency with which the
Hive creatures pursued what, for any other culture, would be done with
. . . energy .  . . but not such frenetic turmoil.' 'Was it the spring
of the planet's year?' Jes asked.
     'No.  I would have understood that!' Kincaid shook his head and
began twisting his hands together.
     'I know what bothered you,' Zara exclaimed, bouncing on her chair.
     'The stingg-pzzt!' 'The what?' Kincaid stared at her and then,
almost accusingly, at Laria when she began to laugh.
     'No-one would have known to tell you, dear friend, Laria said,
briefly laying her hand on his shoulder, 'but all Talents get a curious
reaction from proximity to Hivers and especially Hive metals and
artefacts.  We named it "stingg-pzzt" because that's the way it echoes
in our heads.  It leaves a nasty, an unmistakably metallic taste in the
back of the throat and tends to make Talents very irritable!' To
everyone's surprise, Laria then tousled his hair, laughing with relief
'Going through all those Hive buildings and ending up on an active Hive
world, you had a massive overdose of it.  'Stingg-pzzt?' Apparently
oblivious to the hairmussing, Kincaid repeated the term in a witless
fashion, obviously trying to relate it to his experiences.  'The taste
I had ruined anything I ate, which was bad enough to start with .  . .
     and I was certainly - irritable - - -' 'And a good bit beyond mere
"irritable", I'd say,' Laria remarked.  'What a stupid I've been not to
have seen what's been bothering you.  You must have thought you were
going mad with the reactions.' 'Yes,' and both Kincaid's expression and
his tone echoed his amazement, 'yes, I did think I was going insane.'
He looked at the other Talents.  'And you've all experienced the same
reactions?' 'Not me,' said Jes and Mallen shook his head, but both Zara
and Asia emphatically reassured him.
     'We summered on Deneb, you know,' Zara said, 'and even if our
parents and aunts and uncles and cousins had already found most of the
Hive metals from the original two scout ships that got strewn -over the
planet, we'd occasionally smell out a piece or two.
     Kincaid turned to Flavia.  'But you were at the base going through
the Refugee - -' 'Not inside it, Kincaid,' she said, smiling.  'We've
been supplied with some protective clothing that's supposed to reduce
the stingg-pzzt effect on Talents.  We'll tell you how well it works.'
'I could just kick myself,' Laria was saying, wallowing in remorse
about such an oversight on her part.  'Small wonder you had such a
miserable time of it, Kincaid.' Don't overdo it, sis, Zara said on a
thin line to her older sister.  But it's sure taking the angst out of
him.  A deep one is your Kincaid.
     He's not my Kincaid, Zara, and never likely to be.
     More's the pity, sis.  He's got a real nice aura.  But Vanteer,
for all he's a rover, is more your style.
     Vanteer?  Zara Raven-Lyon, you stop therapizing me, right this
instant!  D'you understand me?
     Before Zara realized how angry she had made her sister, she found
herself out in the dawn heat by the multiple carrier.
     I can take a hint, she said apologetically.  Laria?  I'm sorry.
     Really I am.  And I'm going to be gone for ages.
     &ad, was the unequivocal reply.  Oh, all right.  Iforgive you but
don't try that sort of stunt around me again.
     Understand?
     Yes.
     You don't do meekness well.  The others are coming.
     The complex doors slid apart and the rest of Zara's team moved
quickly through the warming air to the capsule, eager to be away before
Clarf's sun rose to give them a more intense sample of its power.
     Zara's natural buoyancy sustained her during the awkward moment
when the others joined her inside the capsule.
     Good luck - all of you!  Keep in touch!  said Laria.
     Granddad says I'm to put you aboard the Columbia.
     Thanks, Zara, Kincaid added.
     Then the capsule was 'ported to join the Second Expeditionary
Force and Squadron B which hurtled on its way to Talavera, third planet
of the Tau Ceti VI system.
     When the generators wound down from thrusting the large carrier to
the point where David of Betelgeuse and his son, Perry, could 'port it
the rest of the way, Kincaid sat up and slid his feet to the floor.
     Keenly aware that Zara's revelation about the stingg-pzzt had been
a breakthrough point for her Tower partner, Laria pushed herself
upright and faced him.
     'There should have been some sort of announcement about such a
reaction to Hiver stuff, shouldn't there, Laria?' he asked in a
reasonable tone of voice.
     Behind that, Laria could almost hear his mind shouting with relief
a boiling anger that he hadn't been briefed on that one very important
detail and a roiling of other ancillary regrets and recriminations he
might never vocalize.
     'The stingg-pzzt Mild words to describe the effect the damned
stuff has on the unsuspecting!  His mental tone was savage.
     Shut up and listen, 'Kincaid,' and Laria ended up speaking aloud
in the tone of a teacher whose pupil continually interrupts.  Kincaid
gritted his teeth and glared at her.  ' has been until very recently
limited to Deneb which is the only human planet to have received Hiver
attentions.  Probably the only one that ever fought back successfully.
     True, all the Primes involved were aware of it when my
grandparents focused the two merges that destroyed the Hive ship.
     But over the ensuing decades, no-one has, thankfully, had much
contact with Hivers.
     'You,' and she pointed her finger at him, 'were by way of being an
experiment in FT&T communication possibilities when your squadron was
diverted to follow one of the outbound spheres.  It wasn't anticipated
that you would be asked to probe Hiver-occupied planets and the Fleet
still doesn't half-believe stingg-pzzt is valid.  Then there was so
much going on what with the Great Sphere being found, then the queen
pod - when, it is true .  . .' She held up her hand when he had a
cogent interruption to make.  ' more people became aware of this
reaction but not anyone directly in touch with Squadron C. Granted?' He
nodded, his anger slowly subsiding, but not, Laria noticed, some of his
other conflised and roiling emotions.  'Then the Xh-33
     happened and the focus was off Squadron C until Earth Prime
reassigned you here.
     'When you arrived, you were in no condition for any debriefing, so
it never occurred to me you didn't know, hadn't taken into
consideration, the good al' stingg-pzzt that gives every Talent the
willies.' 'I thought I was going crazy as well as everything else,' he
said, holding their eye contact.
     'I'm not just your Tower chirr, Kincaid.  I'm your friend.  So are
Lionasha and Vanteer because we're already a team.  Much more so than
we were with those two misfits my grandfather thought I'd be able to
work with.' Laria give an indignant hufE 'I'm not a misfit?' Kincaid
asked drolly.
     'You can be as gay as Dick's hat-band in your private life, but
you fit so much better with me, Lio and Van that we've done everything
we can to ease you in 'Even to taking me to Aurigae?' Laria caught the
thread of indignant suspicion and made a face at him.
     'You needed a change and were well enough to enjoy a vacation.  It
was Granddad's idea, not mine.  And he was trying not to be too obvious
with his matchmaking.' Kincaid sat straight up in protest.  'He knows
I'm homo?' Laria laughed.  'Sure he does.  We all do, but he wanted
Flavia paired with Thian and I could have told him she was far more
interested in Jesper Ornigo.
     Wry humour caught the edges of Kincaid's thin lips.
     'I figured she already had calculated on someone other than
Thian.' 'Flavia's calculating?' Kincaid grinned at her surprise.  'In a
nice quiet way, Flavia Bastianmajani knows exactly what she wants and
she'll find the best way to achieve it.  But you'd want that in a 'I
need it in my T-2, Kincaid dano.  Do I have it?
     Will you give me the friendly support I need to do my job on this
stinking hot planet amid aliens I mostly admire and sometimes fear,
because sometimes their alienness overwhelms the human in me?  Will you
grab me and shake me out of doing something stupid?  Will you be my
good friend?' Kincaid rose to his feet, held out his hands to her and
lifted her to her feet.  As he looked down at her, Laria saw flickering
emotions, incredulity, surprise, gratitude and something less definable
but which made her feel grateful and quite humble.
     'I can be your friend, Laria,' he said, oddly sad, 'and I could
wish there was more to share with you.' Surprising her even fiarther on
a day of many unusual events, he embraced her, one hand pulling her
head to rest against his cheek.  Then she knew the fiall story of what
had happened to him during the voyage, how he had been emotionally
abused in a contest of two very strong-willed men who had thought more
of denying the other of his company than how their passion battle was
wracking him who admired them both.
     She tightened one arm about his shoulders and, with the other,
pressed his head into her cheek.  She doubted even Elizara, for all her
skill, could completely heal Kincaid's wounded and tormented psyche.
     But she was here and he was wide open so she could try!  And did.
     They released each other by degrees for the rapport had been a
complete sharing.
     'Vanteer may be a rover, Laria, and love many women fervently, but
not for ever.  But he would come back to you time and again because you
would never hold him.  Now, if humans could do a 'Dini split and
produce a male you, it would be the best of all conclusions,' Kincaid
went on, finally slipping his fingers out of hers, 'but we haven't even
figured out how to clone so I will continue to admire, respect, and
love you as my very good friend.
     The generators began to spin, recalling them to the day's duties.
     'Damned stingg-pzzt!' Kincaid muttered as he stretched out again
on the couch.
     'It really is the most appalling nuisance,' Laria idly agreed,
aware of the new tranquillity in her partner and much relieved to know
that he was finding balance.
     One Constellation, two Galaxy and two speedy destroyers now
comprised Squadron B for Backtrack.
     Captain Vestapia Soligen was squadron commander and captained the
Columbia; Hyner Steverice, the Va lpara iso; Ll Hsiang, the destroyer
Valiant; while Captain Hptrnl had the KMTM and an unusual
bronzecoloured Mrdini, KimI, the 'Dini destroyer-equivalent, the KVS.
     Captain Soligen, her science officer and two more of the
specialists welcomed the Talent contingent aboard with proper ceremony.
     The Columbia's captain was not what Flavia had half-expected,
considering her request for female Primes.  Flavia told herself to find
out why at some convenient moment.  Now she found herself instantly
liking the woman: Soligen's face was unlined and pleasant though
certainly not a pretty one.  She had wide-spaced light eyes which
seemed to alter between blue or green, under sharply arched dark brows.
     Her figure in the ubiquitous shipsuit was trim and athletic
without losing essential femininity.  Flavia recognized behind the
'pleasant' expression a strong personality and a shrewd mind.  She
grinned, without showing her teeth, as she acknowledged the
introductions to Asia and Zara, Rhodri Eagles, Mallen Bastianmajani and
Jesper Ornigo.
     'Glad to have you aboard, ladies, gentlemen, Lieutenant.  Let me
introduce my science officer, Mr Wayla Gegarian: she's also my official
'Dini interpreter.  I've never been able to advance from garble to
greeting - 'Captain,' Zara said instantly, her hands on the sloping
shoulders of Pal and Dis, 'my 'Dinis are topnotch tutors.  There's
nothing they like better than a real challenge to their abilities.' 'We
teach you - Pal began.
     'You understand all you need to hear - - -, Dis put in.
     'More important, all you need to say,' Pal finished.
     Her science officer smothered a cough and the captain raised her
eyebrows, her light eyes sparkling bluely.
     'I like .  . - personages who accept challenges,' she replied.
     'And,' she pointed a finger at Dis and Pal who wiggled with
pleasure, 'I warn you, I'll be a challenge.
     But I'm determined to try.  There's' Flavia caught her about to
say something else and veto it.
     There's plenty of time, despite the almighty push we got out this
far, for me to learn a few phrases and understand more.' Then the tall
lean man who had been rocking Iimpatiently from side to side shoved a
hand at Flavia, which she gracefully ignored by dropping her carisak
which he graciously retrieved from the deck and handed to a yeoman,
obviously on hand to manage impedimenta.
     'I'm Dr Tru Blairik, team biologist.  This is my assistant who's
the team archivist as well, Mialla Evshenk.' I keep telling Tru that
Talents don't make casual physical contacts, Mialla said as she smiled
and bowed slightly from the waist to acknowledge the introduction.
     'There are more of us, but you'll have plenty of time to get to
know which is who.  We're delighted to have Talents to help.  'Not that
I'm likely to be much but I thought I'd see :f you can hear me.  I'm
not strong.
     Strong enough, and greetings, Mialla, Flavia responded.
     'Nice to meet you, Evshenk.
     'There'll be drinks in my quarters this evening at 1930, Primes,
gentlemen,' the captain was announcing.
     'Wayla'll take you to your quarters.' 'We could .  - .' Blairik
offered.
     'Anyone but you, Tru,' Mialla said in a gentle tease.
     'Be advised,' the captain said ruefully.  'My electronics
officer's designing a special locator for Dr Blairik.' 'You won't need
that,' Zara said, 'with us aboard.  I could find Dr Blairik anywhere.'
He gave Zara such a blank stare that it bordered on the hostile.
     'Absolutely discreet, I assure you.
     But Zara's assurances were no more welcome than her original
suggestion.
     Leave it, Zara, Flavia said.  'In any case, locators should be
available for use on any planetary excursions.
     'Indeed they will, considering the number of experts and guards
needed to do any significant exploration,' Captain Soligen said
briskly, 'the distances to be covered and the fact that your Talents,'
and she smiled to show she was making a play on the word, 'cannot be
spread too thin.' There was a brief silence, while Zara coped with the
embarrassment of her gaffe, which Asia broke.
     'I'm a qualified engineer,' she said in such a timorous voice that
Dr Blairik regarded her with surprise, 'and, if it wouldn't upset
anything, I might be able to help with the fabrication.' 'Your help
would be very welcome, Prime .
     'I'm not Prime, only a 4,' Asia corrected Wayla Gegarian in her
apologetic way.
     'Four, three, five or six, the chief will welcome a qualified
engineer,' Gegarian replied heartily.
     'So I'll leave you in Mr Gegarian's capable hands then,' the
captain said and departed in a brisk fashion.
     'Sakers, Perley,' Wayla said, gesturing towards the luggage which
was quickly gathered up even as Wayla led the party from the hangar
bay.
     'We'll see you again at dinner,' Blairik said.
     'We're all rather pleased,' Wayla said as they made their way to a
lift, 'with the way the Columbia's been refitted.  Done up in jig time,
I'll tell you.  Mmost didn't recognize the old tub,' she went on with
the affectionate insults of a fond and long-term association.
     'We heard there was trouble .  . ' Flavia began tentatively.
     It wouldn't have taken much Talent to 'hear' the fiary and
indignation that came out as a blast from the science officer.  The
emotions were quickly controlled before Wayla Gegarian answered calmly
enough.
     'Whole thing was stupid and badly handled - by the shore police,
too.  Good thing we have marines.  We'd only minor injuries and the
families who had come to see us off got the worst of it.  Despicable,
useless sort of violence.  Didn't change our leaving, though I devoutly
hope they'll be gladder to see us return!  Here we are.
     Just down this corridor.' The odours of fresh paint and the dyes
of new carpeting were unmistakable.
     'Is blue the captain's favorite colour?' Zara asked, her
ebullience returned.
     'Actually, green, Wayla said with a grin, 'but blue's traditional
for officer territory.  Here we are,' and she had all of them register
their handprints on the door pad.
     'We haven't taken someone else's place, have we?' asked Asia
uneasily.
     'Not at all,' Wayla said so promptly that Asia's uncertainty was
set to rest.  'Like I said, the ship was refitted, with this expedition
in mind, so shielded quarters were arranged.  Maybe not as roomy as
those on the Washington but not shabby, and definitely suitable for
Talents.' Remembering her brief tour on the Genessee, Flavia was quite
certain of that: a generous lounge with workstations that could be
recessed into the walls or the tables, and six private sleeping rooms.
     One end of the room was panelled off into screens: a central large
one with three smaller on either side.  A semi-circle of six reclinable
chairs faced this.
     'I think everything in here is self-explanatory but you do have a
meal dispenser behind this panel,' Wayla said, indicating the opaque
dark brown panel.  'Just settle in and use the door call panel if you
need any assistance.' She glanced at Rhodri who grinned back.
     'What they don't know, I'll teach 'em,' he said and her smile
lingered on him as she took one final backward look as the door panel
closed behind her.
     'Made a conquest already, have you, Rhodri?' Rhodri shrugged and
winked atJes and Mallen.  'Hell, we've just got aboard, coz.  And
there're two other human ships we haven't even cased.  If no-one minds,
I'll take this one,' he said and, grabbing his duffle from those the
yeomen had stacked inside, mumbled a cheerful tune as he settled in.
     Flavia realized quickly enough that her sojourn on the Genessee
had been no prelude to this voyage.  Not only did the Talents have
message and courier services to perform, they had to sit in on long
briefings and lectures with the expedition teams, satisfied' the marine
commander, Kwan Keiser-Tau, that they were physically fit and were
knowledgeable about handweapons.  He'd been a trifle put out when all
six Talents showed arms proficiency in the Master class.
     'You guys using Talent?' he said, jutting out his head and jaw in
a suspicious pose.
     Zara laughed.  'I come from Aurigae, Major, I've been hunting
small game all my life.  Easier to use reflexes than Talent to hit
those stationary targets.' He turned from Zara to Flavia, his mistrust
still plain.
     'I hail from Altair, also a pioneer planet, Major.' 'None of us
are city bred, Major,' Mallen said, shifting his position so he was
nearer Asia.  He had already adroitly intercepted criticism of the shy
girl on several occasions.
     'And I come from Deneb,' Asia said, enough aware of the discreet
support to take advantage of it from time to time.
     'Let me reassure you, Major, you need not concern yourselves with
our safety,' Mallen continued with a slightly conciliatory smile.  'The
dedicated scientists aboard, however, are seldom aware of externals and
can be quite focused on their enthusiams.  Feel free to call on our
support to maintain their safety whenever necessary 'My orders are to
guard the lot of you,1 and Major Keiser-Tau did not much relish these
orders.
     'Well, then, now that you've checked us out,' Zara said, 'work the
others and let us get on Watch your manners, Zara, Flavia said.
     with our duties,' she finished with no perceptible pause.  'I must
meet with my 'Dinis who are tutoring Captain Soligen,' she added and,
making a careful show of snapping the safety on the weapon she was
holding, stowed it in the correct rack.  Frankly, I think she's
language deaf When Squadron B was close enough to the beacon left by
Squadron C, Flavia suggested to the captain that they could speed the
voyage up by several weeks if they tried a merge.
     'I'd remain on the Columbia, put Rhodri on the KMTM, Mallen on the
Valparniso, Asia on the Valiant and Zara and her 'Dinis on the KVS, and
with a merge of all available Talents of lesser ratings, we can reach
the Talavera beacon, cutting off two weeks.' 'That won't cause you
undue strain?' Soligen asked, though she clearly liked the notion.
     'Not with the generator gestalt available to us, Flavia said, her
expression confident and reassuring.
     Vestapia Soligen fingered her lower lip for a long thoughtful
moment.  'Why put Zara on the KVS?
     Wouldn't she be needed on one of the larger vessels?' 'I think it
is wiser to place Zara and her 'Dinis on a ship that is so ready and
eager - to meet opposition,' Flavia said.  'Zara could stop Kimi's ship
cold.  Asia's told her how.
     Soligen chuckled.  'So KimI's .  . . attitude hadn't escaped you?'
'Captain KimI's attitude was noted by Lieutenant Eagles on his first
meeting.  He's reasonably sure that the Imoment the system is in range,
the KVS will detour.
     He thinks it's had private orders to that effect.  There hasn't
been a real Mrdini strike against a live Hiver in far too long to
promote any colour to prominence.' 'Run that last statement past me
again, Flavia?' 'You will have noted that 'Dini hides are many
different shades.  The colour denotes a clan relationship.
     All 'Dinis in a colour, therefore, gain prestige if one of their
colour achieves merit.' 'In this instance, blowing up a Hiver sphere
even if they go with it?' 'That's about it.' 'I guess we should be glad
that the ethnic groups in human history that considered suicide for
whatever cause they espoused an honourable end have now been thoroughly
integrated,' the captain said in a tart voice, 'or isolated on worlds
where that kind of prejudice is limited to that population.' Flavia
nodded agreement.  'The 'Dinis do find our insistence on caution and
safety as odd as we find their willingness to self-destruct.' 'I wonder
how much of a chance the KVS'd have to take out that sphere?'
'Captain?' Flavia was astonished at such speculation.
     The captain chuckled.  'The Fleet's been a passive force a long
time, Flavia.  I suppose you've also noticed the average mean age of my
crew, rating and officer, is younger than on most ships of this class?'
'I had.' As much because Asia was suddenly developing poise and the
self-confidence that comes from being popular with her peers.
     'No matter how we conduct this Hiver campaign, Prime, we're going
to have to learn new techniques and some will prove fatal.  Maybe not
as suicidal as what the KVS might have in mind, but certainly more
daring than the usual tactics.
     'Maybe the Columbia's in the wrong squadron if that's your
thinking, ma'am.' The captain's eyes were ice-green as she gave the
Talent a long look.
     'Where do you - personally - stand on that ground?' 'I come from a
planet that is barely settled.  I'm used to hunting to feed my family.
     There are times when aggression is required, but certainly not
courted.
     However, I would feel privileged to serve with you on one that
might test my theories, too.
     'Theories?' The captain leaned forward with obvious interest.
     Flavia smiled and dismissed the question.  'Right now, let us pass
the immediate danger point, keeping the KVS with the squadron.  I am
obliged to inform you that this sort of manoeuvre is not specifically
mentioned in the parameters of my assignment to Squadron B.' 'I didn't
think it was.  I'd call it "bending" to exigencies, myself and it will
be noted in my log as a means to the end of saving a planet.  I'll hope
we can do without too much such "bending" but 'I would consider any
reasonable request, Captain.' 'I appreciate that, Prime.  So let this
'portation be duly authorized and executed.  I'd rather explain this
than how a valuable Alliance ship defected.  How soon before you can
effect this - - by-pass?' 'Within the hour.' Vestapia Soligen regarded
Flavia with open admiration and a genuine relief dominated her- public
mind.
     So, the captain had entertained the same notions Rhodri had
voiced.
     'The sooner the better!
     Transferring the Talents to their designated ships, revving
generators to their highest effective performance level and alerting
every Talent on the human ships was all done within the specified hour.
     First, Flavia sent her mind ahead to locate the identifiable
pulsations and small mass of the beacon.
     Then she called for each of her Talents to gather the lesser ones
into the individual merges before she integrated first Rhodri, then
Jesper, Mallen, Asia and finally the fine strong blaze of Talent that
was Zara.
     Let's get there!  Flavia said, seizing the exact peak of the
generated power for the gestalt.
     We've got here!  was Zara's exultant response a second later.
     When Zara was 'ported back on the Columbia, she made straight for
Vestapia's ready room and requested an interview 'Ma'am, Captain Kinal
definitely would've defected.
     It's a bit upset at being where it never expected to arrive in the
first place, and in the second place isn't too to have been denied
"honourable action".  KimI s words.  My 'Dinis say that it's raging
that it has been assigned to such a - well, there isn't really a Basic
equivalent but ' Zara shrugged her inadequacy.
     'Bunch of spineless slugs?' Vestapia suggested.
     'That's close,' she replied though there was little levity in her
tone.  'So I took the liberty of reminding Kimi that this planet had
the priority.  I get the distinct impression its orders differ from
yours.
     'In that, Prime, you demonstrate an astute understanding of a
classified situation.  Do I make myself clear?' 'You do, Captain.' 'See
that it remains classified.  And, by the way, Flavia has seen the
matter clearly but I would rather the others do not.' 'They already may
but they won't talk about it.
     'We should make an appropriate orbit in three days max.  I shall
require Captain Kimi to make the initial landing, hopefully deflising a
lot of pent-up resentment.  I don't think there's a chance there're any
Hivers left alive down there but you never know.  And since Kimi is so
eager to meet the enemy, let us give him first go.
     Zara hesitated, then grinned.  'You did know that your marines
would prefer to claim that distinction?' 'They can gain ancestral merit
by guarding the scientists everywhere they need to go.
     'Yes, ma'am.  Did you wish me to convey your orders to Captain
KimI?' 'Please, since I can barely manage "good morning and do you
require supplies" but even that much is progress for me.
     'Dis and Pal remark most favourably on your progress.
     'Well, they're the only ones.  You know.  I'd've sworn Mrdinis
were pessimists.' 'Only those raised on Clarf Can I leave now?' 'Yes,
but if your 'Dinis can, keep in touch with our wily Captain Kinil.'
'You just bet they will.' By dint of careful compliments and skilful
innuendo not easy in the straightforward 'Dini language - Rhodri
managed to infer that KimI would be the first Mrdini captain ever to
set foot on a Hive colony planet.  That fact alone helped soothe
Kinil's wounded pride and damaged honour.
     'Smart thinking, Rhodri,' Flavia as well as Vestapia Soligen told
him when he reported on that successful interview.  'I hope Major
Keiser-Tau will not feel his prerogative has been usurped.' The captain
smiled.  'Keiser-Tau will keep his thoughts to himself - fortunately.
     He is not looking forward to keeping tabs on scientists.' 'Oh, I'm
supposed to be down testing those locator buttons with Asia and
Lieutenant Ismail,' Flavia said.  'If you'll excuse me - -' and she
departed without waiting for penflisslon.
     'Talking 'Dini makes my throat very dry, the captain said, rising
from her desk and going to the dispenser.
     'Mine, too,' Rhodri said, in the circumstances not above
confirming the reason behind her hospitality.
     Zara reported hearing the major swear by several god figures she
didn't know existed in Alliance space but he desisted the moment he was
aware of her presence in the repairs shop.
     'He's been briefing his men with every single tape available in
the Columbia's library on what they might expect, landing on a Hiver
planet,' she went on.
     Rhodri grinned.  'That was predictable,' was all he said.
     'Captain said he doesn't like escorting scientists about.  They
tend to get themselves lost or in dangerous situations which "sensible"
people would avoid.' 'We'll have locator buttons,' Asia said with quiet
pride.
     'Sadler .  . . I mean, Lieutenant Ismail .  . . has set up a very
efficient assembly line of off-duty personnel.' 'Like you?' Rhodri
grinned affectionately.  'No wonder we never see much of you, sis,' he
added kindly, rufiling her hair.
     'I do wish you'd stop that, Roddie,' she said with far more
exasperation than she had ever displayed.
     'Sure, sure!' Rhodri snatched his hand away as if it burned.
     'Don't get your knickers in a twist!' 'Mine aren't!' she retorted
with such a sly look that Rhodri unaccountably flushed, causing Zara to
demand whom he fancied.
     'None of your damned business,1 he said and, going into his room,
slammed the automatic door forcefully across the opening.
     No speculations at this time, Flavia told Zara firmly.
     'When will we get these locator buttons, Asia?' 'They're being
distributed now to everyone who's to be landed,' Asia said, having
retreated to her customary unassuming behaviour.
     'Well, it'll be a relief to get on with what we were sent here
for.' Flavia said and no-one in the lounge disagreed.
     The actual landing was something of an anti-climax, although the
state of the planet caused immediate uproar in the scientific corps.
     Sensor readings had indicated that the ozone layer was undamaged,
which had been a major concern to the ecologists and added to the
puzzle of its barrenness.  Rivers and lakes, as well as several large
seas, seemed to be in good order, life-forms visible if unidentifiable.
     There was still top soil but, unless plants could be coaxed to
grow, it would sift away in the winds.  On the higher ground, erosion
was already obvious.
     Avidly watched on remote relays, the 'Dinis landed in smart array
and 'secured' the main Hive installation.
     Its huge expanse, covering over three acres, was found to be empty
of everything save wind-blown debris.  KimI had its crew mapping the
site and measuring both interior and exterior, plotting the different
levels and sections and sending the results up to the waiting teams.
     When the tunnels were discovered, KimI itself led the exploratory
team.  Flavia was asked to 'port down more supplies and was very glad
that she would not be included in this Operation Illuminati6n.  All but
one tunnel dead-ended and the completed one was connected with the
smaller building ten kilometres from the original, and probably
headquarters, building.
     Between the two there were signs of attempts to cultivate the
land: even plastic-lined reservoirs for water and several hundred
metres of irrigation channel.
     When Captain Kimi was satisfied that no living enemy was apparent,
it allowed 'others', meaning the humans, to come down.  Despite
Flavia's offers of teleportation, multi-purpose shuttles were used as
these would provide ground transport, not best accomplished by
'portation which tended to go from Point A to any designated Point B.
     The Talents were asked to 'port down sensitive instrumentation
once the base camp was established.
     Where the Talents were undeniably indispensable was to see if the
panels in the queens' quarters which Kimi had located were still
operational.  Flavia, Rhodri and Zara slid down the connecting links in
the main building while Asia, assiduously accompanied by Lieutenant
Ismail and a detachment of marines, went off to the second building.
     Mallen and Jesper Ornigo went with whichever group thought they
might require Talented help.
     enough for the power source to be found, and the 'They really
don't alter their structures much,' Flavia said when the three Talents
picked themselves up off the dusty floor of chambers that so closely
resembled the queens' quarters on Refugee.  Dust had filtered in a thin
film over the "foot' panels but the upper ones had been installed high
enough to be covered by only a light layer.  Rhodri and Flavia were
tall enough to brush this off 'First left-hand panel's exactly the
same,' Rhodri said, peering at what his hand light revealed.  'But
these - are different.' 'You'd expect that, wouldn't you?' Zara asked
with some asperity.  'This is a ground operation.  So what do we do
noW?' 'Try to start it up: that panel's the same and I brought
mock-ups,' Rhodri said, removing from his thigh pocket a handful of
triangular-tipped wands which approximated the shape of a queen's
palps.  He handed some to Flavia and Zara.
     'I'm not damned tall enough,' Zara muttered.
     'Nor am I,' Flavia said with some disgust.
     'There're plenty of boxes the right size ' and Rhodri pilfered
rigid crates from the supply depot for the two women.
     'D'you remember the sequence that started the ship, Flavia?'
'Engraved on my retina,1 Flavia said, arranging three wands in her
fingers on each hand in a triangular pattern.  When she got them right,
by using a light application for telekinesis, she inserted them in the
apertures in the sequence she remembered.
     A flickering illumination started - and also a near riot from the
unprepared 'Dini crewmen still exploring the facility.  The light, if
one could call it that, lasted long desiccated remains of one queen and
nine attendants.
     When the corpses had been examined - such pieces as permitted
examination of any kind because most disintegrated into dust at the
lightest touch - the generally accepted opinion was that death was
caused by starvation.  Then the arguments began: had only one queen
been installed on the planet?  That wasn't the usual procedure.  Or had
only this one been left by others which had escaped to a more
hospitable planet?
     Had she died before or after their leaving?  But fields had been
ploughed and seeds sown; a second building had been prepared and a
tunnel connecting it: a tunnel large enough for a queen to traverse.
     The enigmas quite outweighed the matters confirmed.
     Only the queens seemed to have special quarters, though tubes and
tunnels connected with what appeared to be large spaces where harvests
were processed and stored.  Egg tubes opened into each of the queens
quarters.
     'Work, work, work, work, Zara muttered under her breath when the
xeno Yakamasura went into a long explanation of the possible societal
structure of the Hivers.  'No other ethic but work.
     'And conquest, Rhodri murmured back.  'Don't forget conquest!' 'A
change is as good as a rest!
     Continuing an orderly investigation, the scientists sampled and
examined everything from the dust, to the underlying layers of clay and
stone, to the desiccated fragments of vegetation that were found and
brought in.  Then they moved fiarther away from the now sizeable base
camp, inspecting the dying vegetation, tree-like as well as
ground-cover.  Bushes, shrubs, hedges, plants, large vines, grassoids:
all were dead or dying right up to the snow level on the mountain
ranges of the continental mass.  It was on the higher slopes that
scattered piles of skeletals, the remains of various species, were
found, as if the creatures - whatever they had been - had sought
sanctuary in the highest place away from the predators, and whatever
means was used to destroy the planet's indigenous lifeforms.
     The large preliminary Reformation dome was constructed over what
Ecologist Rovenery Mordmann considered to be a suitable site for an
ecological jumpstart.  When both human and 'Dini airborne
investigations returned from the borders of the continental mass, he
could be heard bewailing the fact that no life-forms, not so much as
ground-burrowing insects, beetles or worms, however insignificant,
could be found.  His wails took on the form of constant cursings of the
Hivers for the murder of this world.
     'All right, so the land's dead, but what about the seas?' Captain
Soligen asked during an evening session which had consisted of too many
Mordmann dirges and nothing of a positive nature whatsoever.
     'The seas?' Mordmann regarded her with utter astonishment.  'It's
the land that the Hivers infest, ma am.
     'And it's the seas they never bother with,' Zara reminded him.
     'Nor any water.  We're drinking river water although there's a
rather noxious sulphuric aftertaste 'The seas - - .  the waters '
Without a single backward glance at the meeting he was precipitously
leaving, Mordmann departed and very shortly all heard an airsled taking
off 'I kept trying to tell him,' the xeno, Yakamasura, said
sorrowfully, 'but he said it was the land that mattered.' 'It is so
possible to miss the obvious,' Flavia said soothingly.
     Hope for the revivification of Talavera improved considerably when
it was found that the waters - seas, rivers, lakes, streams - were by
no means as ecologically reduced as the land, though poor in quantity
and quality.  Mordmann pronounced that the planet's balance could be
restored and they would immediately initiate several combinations that
might suit.  Whatever creatures had lived here before had had different
requirements for there were significant basic elements lacking in the
soil: chitin, selenium, most of the rare earths, and a paucity of
calcium, though quantities of that would have been available from sea
creatures.  Lack of chitin alone would have been a problem for Hivers
since the captive queen ate substances rich with that compound.
     Mordmann delayed departure from Talavera as long as he could, to
be sure at least one of the - domes showed some signs that seeds were
prospering in the revived soil.
     'One undeniable fact we have learned,' Mordmann said at his most
pontifical as his group settled into the shuttle, carrying them back to
the ship.
     'And what is that?' Captain Vestapia asked, knowing what she might
be letting them all in for.
     'That the Hiver policy of fumigation of all life-forms -from the
planets they wish to colonize often results in more short-term benefits
than they anticipate.  I suspect they lose half the planets they find
to just such a pyrrhic programme.' Then, looking excessively pleased
with himself he folded his hands on his incipient paunch and said
nothing more on the short voyage back to the

     Columbia.

     The installations on the second former colony, Marengo, were more
numerous, extending in all directions towards the mountain ranges.  The
fields had been assiduously cultivated for a substantial number of
decades.  Analysis of the dirt once again showed the lack of certain
rare earths, minerals: chitin, Vitamin A and E, most of the rare earths
and selenium, although sulphur was present in quantity.  Whatever
indigenous life-forms had lived on Marengo had disappeared without
trace, though its vegetation, lush and vigorous on the highlands the
Hivers had not yet tamed, suggested that perhaps no land creatures had
as yet evolved in this almost pleistocene era.
     Rhodri reported to Captain Soligen that the Mrdini ship was
unlikely tamely to follow the rest of the squadron to the next M-5.
     'There's a Hive ship orbiting Waterloo and I shan't want it
attacking ours,' Vestapia said, frowning.
     'Ma'am?' and when she gestured for Flavia to continue, 'I think we
might be able to pull the same trick here as we did with Xh-33.'
'Trick?  Blow the orbiting ship up?' The captain snorted.
     'No, steal it,' Flavia said.  'We don't, of course, know if the
ship is occupied.  The one at Xh-33 certainly wasn't.  If it is, we can
also use Hiver tactics and gas the maintenance crew.
     'As I remember the report,' Vestapia said in what Rhodri now
privately termed her 'captain's tone', 'the gas was so corrosive, it
took the entire voyage back to Phobos Moon Base to clear the stuff.'
'There are other gases available 'You know that Kimi's out for Hiver
blood -' 'What would be on the ship would be the specialist types,
maintaining cables and conduits and such like.
     Only queens control the ship.  It's a queen KimI wants to fight,
not her workers.' 'I doubt we can supply KimI a queen,' Vestapia said
sourly, 'but I sure wish we could and end that problem.
     I didn't realize - No matter,' and she broke off what she'd
started to say with a dismissive wave.
     Rhodri 'heard' what she didn't say because her mind had been vivid
with it - 'how bloodthirsty Mrdinis really are'.  Quick contact with
Flavia told him she'd caught that, too.
     'KimI,' Vestapia continued, 'will get another first, the chance to
invade a Hiver ship, and that ought to give its colour some sort of
glory, shouldn't it?' 'It'll help,' Rhodri agreed.  He was seated on
the edge of her desk, hoping to get this planning session over with so
he could enjoy another sort of planning.  He caught Flavia's look at
his informal position and decided discretion should reign.  He took to
a meditative pacing.
     'Certainly,' Flavia said, 'we know the inside of the sphere well
enough to know where to 'port Captain KimI's crew aboard to secure the
ship.  Kimi can do whatever it likes to what might be on board and
that'd be another coup.  Then we steal it.  The Waterloo Hivers will be
stuck on that planet and we can take care of them when when it's been
decided what's to be done with Hiver colonies.' Vestapia spent one more
moment looking at Flavia 5
     elegant features before she started to laugh.
     'Think of the honour KimI's colour would gain by bringing back a
Hiver ship under its own power.
     'Could they do that?' 'If there's enough ftiel on board and with a
little instruction on how to manipulate the instrument panel from us,
yes,' Rhodri said, beaming because he found Flavia's idea as outrageous
as the captain did.  'Only we'd better have a chance to splash 'Dini
insignia all over the ship, if we don't want it fired on during its way
back.  If you wish, ma'am, I'll explain all this to Captain Hptm on the
KMTM.  It's most anxious that the KVS does not go off half-cocked.
     It'd have to rescue it if it could.  And the captain's mortally
afraid of putting us, as well as its colour, in jeopardy over KimI's
dreams of bravura.
     'So, we take a page out of the Genessee's log?' 'It worked.' The
captain considered again.  'Only this time, I think we permit the KVS
to use its speed and skill and bombard the planet's defences.  That is,
of course,' and she held up her hand, 'if we find they have the same
capabilities discovered at Xh-33.' 'Why should the Hivers alter their
time-soldered habits?' Rhodri asked.
     'This time,' Flavia said, 'we will clear our actions with Earth
Prime.' 'Of course,1 Vestapia Soligen agreed suavely, her light eyes as
green as Rhodri'd ever seen them.
     'That'll be great,' he remarked later in their quarters, rubbing
his hands together in anticipation.
     'I'll get Jeff Raven's permission,' Flavia said and left the two
together.  Which was exactly what both Rhodri and the captain wanted at
that moment.  Impending action had the fringe benefit of arousing other
basic instincts as well.
        Flavia's contact with Jeff received the necessary permission
to duplicate - with the exercise of all due caution as far as the
Talents were concerned - the successful tactics of the Genessee.
     'That's no flan,' Zara complained.  'We'll be observers - as
always.
     'Yes, but I'll beat cousin Clancy into action,' Rhodri said,
delighted with that fact.
     'Action?' 'All right, close encounter because, brat, we're much
closer to our objective - 'We're weeks away,' she corrected him.
     'But mere weeks instead of more months like the main attack
units.' 'We may have received permission,' Flavia said, 'but who knows
if Kiml'll buy the plan?  It's one frustrated Mrdini and all of us
remember what happened to Rojer.
     'That's exactly why nothing remotely similar will be allowed to
happen this time,' said Zara in a hard, icy, vindictive tone that
startled those who heard it.
     Jes broke the silence with his question.  'Is the main Fleet
closing on the Hiver at all?' 'Earth Prime wouldn't say, precisely,'
Flavia answered him, a slight frown creasing her usually smooth brow,
'but I sensed something - - -, 'Then Grandfather wanted you to,' Zara
said quickly.
     'So what did you sense?' Flavia considered this for a long moment.
     'Triumph, I think.' 'Damn!' Rhodri said.  'They may be moving in
for the kill before we can get to Waterloo.' 'Unlikely, because I've
already located the Waterloo beacon Kincaid so kindly set in place.'
She smiled as her team reacted with jubilation.  Except for Asia.
     'I don't see why everyone is so happy to be pulling primary school
tricks on the Hivers.  Especially you, Zara.
     Zara flushed.  'I'll never live that moment down, will I?  But you
saw what Hivers did t9 Talavera ruined a perfectly good planet.  And
damned near ruined Marengo the same way.  They don't deserve to
colonize their backyards.' 'Which went nova!' Asia said but her
expression was less vehement.  'They must be good for something.
     Everyone and everything I know is.
     'Try as I will,' Flavia said after a long pause, 'I cannot find
"good" in a life-form that deliberately annihilates all other
life-forms so that it can dominate a world for the sole purpose of
multiplying itself to the point where it must find yet another world to
fumigate and repeat the process.' Asia was so quiet and exuded such a
depression that Zara approached her, delicately smoothing the fine hair
back from her face.
     'They're great farmers, she said softly.
     'If that ability could be directed into proper channels -, Flavia
began.
     'No-one else would ever have to crop-farm, Jesper finished.
     'If only there was a way to get that across to them 'Mallen added.
     'However, we have other plans to make now,' Flavia said, 'based on
the information we have managed to gather about this enigmatic species
and their modus operandi.  It does seem a pity, though, that we can't
communicate and form a collaborative effort.' 'That'll be the day!'
Zara managed the last words.
     The weeks had moved into months as the main Fleet continued to
follow the increasingly strong ion trail of the Hiver 2. Squadron D
plodded along after Hiver 3
     which had diverted spatially down and towards the 'arm of the
Milky Way.
     Clancy Sparrow proved to have many inventive ways to keep boredom
at bay, such as a lottery to guess the particle strength of the trail
at the end of each week.  It also gave him and Rojer the chance to meet
most of the other Talents, covert and open, on the Washington.
     'We've got quite a few T-3s on board,' they told Thian and ran
down their mental lists, with descriptions.
     'All'll answer to the code word now' said Rojer who had done most
of the implanting.
     'One way or another,' Clancy said and grinned.
     Another notion was to give names to the G-type systems which the
Hiver ignored.  An official name was 'drawn' later from those that had
been sent in from the squadronwide competition.  Kioo joined Clancy and
Rojer 'porting over to other ships to explain the 'procedure' and, in
that way, managed to meet more Talents, and pick up a few new ones.
     'I don't know how much help I'd be to you,' a T-4
     chef said to Rojer in the captain's galley of the Genessee.
     'To my knowledge, the only things I have any control over are
professional problems.' 'What, for instance?' Rojer had asked, propping
one hip on the corner of a worktop and eyeing cakes the chef was icing
with deft movements of his spatula.
     'I never cut myself' and he paused to regard his handiwork, 'fat
never spatters on me.  I've never dropped a hot pan or baking tray and
I've handled plenty without so much as a bum blister.  That's why they
call me Lucky Louie.
     Amused and intrigued, Rojer leaned back against the counter behind
him.  'Anything else?' 'Well, I've never broken a bone,' and the
roundfaced man grinned, 'lost a fight or a card game.  I don't play
them no more.  Didn't think it was fair if I always won.
     Rojer took that opportunity to grip the man's shoulder in an
expression of approval for such probity, and caught the unmistakable
touch of Lucky Louie's mind so that he could bring him to a merge
should that be necessary.
     'His souffls and cakes never fall either, muttered another galley
crewman as Rojer left, but the tone was good-naturedly envious.
     On the destroyer Athene, Semirame Kloo 'discovered' an unexpected
-Talent in one of the electricians who had an extraordinary record of
avoiding accidents in a somewhat dangerous job.  Chief Petty Officer
Lea Day had always chalked that up to the fact that she was careful and
never attempted a repair unless she'd thoroughly looked over any
schematics.  She was vastly surprised to test out as a T-4 kinetic.
     'But I've never heard anything in my skull,' CPO Day told KIoo,
her expression perplexed.
     Thian, KIoo said, I've justfrund us another T-4 kinetic.
     CPO Lea Day says she's never heard anything in her skull.
     Chief Day?  Thian promptly said.  Just nod your head to Commander
Kloo ri you're hearing me?
     Chief Day's brown eyes protruded from her skull as Ishe obediently
nodded.  Then she leaned towards Rome Kioo and whispered.  'Who was
that?' 'Prime Thian Raven-Lyon.' 'But he's on the Washington!' 'He's
also a T-1 and made me hear him, too.  Now, Chief, with a kinetic
Talent like yours, we may need to contact you for help real soon.
     'What kind of help?' The chief was dubious as well as anxious.
     'Nothing beyond your abilities, Chief, but if Prime Thian calls
you, put down whatever you're doing and just let yourself go.' 'Go?
     How?' Kioo relaxed her entire body, hands draped on her thighs,
shoulders and chest collapsed.
     'That's all I gotta do?' 'That's right.  Your being relaxed helps
Thian tap your kinetic energy.
     'That's what I got?  Kinetic energy?' 'Which is why you've been
able to turn aside electrical jolts that would have injured you.
     'But how'd I know how to do it?' Kioo was getting very good at
proving her next point.
     She sprang at Lea Day who immediately assumed a defensive stance.
     'Like that, basically,' Kioo said, stepping back.  'A basic
survival instinct.  Only your brain clicks in with its kinetic whammy.'
She rose and shook hands with the chief who had a good strong grip with
fingers calloused from work.  That was the next to the last step of
preparation.  'If you hear the word Saki in your head, stop what you're
doing and relax.' 'Saki!' The chief nodded.  'What if I'm not near a
chair?' KIoo laughed.  'Don't tell me, Chief, you can't relax any
damned time you have the chance!' 'Aye, sir.
     The science officers had other puzzles, concerning why the Hivers
rejected so many systems.  Were they already inhabited by Hivers?  Or
inhabitable?  Had any of them, by any remote chance, once held off a
Hiver advance, too?  The sceptics thought this area of space far too
remote to have received much Hiver attention.
     Others argued that the very fact the Hive ship was going so far
from its original home world proved it had investigated all the
intervening systems and either occupied them or found them useless.
     To settle some of these arguments - which often proved agitated
Captain Ashiant initiated a programme for the fast scout ships which
the Washington carried.  Whenever an M-5 system was observed, the
scouts - using a different crew each time - left their mother ship for
quick discreet surveys.
     For these, Ashiant asked the assistance of the Talents who were as
glad to have some excitement as any other crew member.  Thian always
took LieutenantCommander Alison Greevy with him; Rojer favoured a T-3
     ensign from Engineering, Cyra Charteris; while Clancy needed to
have two to augment his T-2 abilities.
     Invariably he chose Semirame Kioo and the only other T-3, one of
the gunnery officers, Targia Upland.  An attractive girl, her nickname
of 'Target' was respect for her professional competenceee and a
knowledge of antique and archaic weapons.
     When the scout was close enough for the Talents to deploy the
undetectable plastic units, the relevant planet within the system was
probed.  Four Hiver colonies were discovered out of twenty worlds
surveyed, two with sphere ships in orbit and the usual debris.  Once
Hiver Ipossession was noted, the scout ship was under the strictest
orders to leave the system immediately.  Detection had to be avoided.
     Hivers often worked moons and other planets for mineral deposits.
     An argument arose: how would the Hivers know a system of theirs
had been invaded, when they had no intersystem communications and their
planet-based sensors had, as shown by the Xh-33, limited range?
     'Let us not assume what has not been established beyond doubt,'
Captain Ashiant reminded those captains and first officers who attended
his weekly updates.
     'There are still panels on the Refugee whose function is unknown.'
That was the standard warning every scout captain impressed on his or
her crew before the scout departed on an exploratory nussion.
     Every week the star charts were upgraded by such side-trips and
new primaries, including an unusual binary-sun system that fascinated
all the astronomy buffs.
     After the second Hiver occupation was discovered, the Vadim's new
captain, Pat Shepherd, brought up the suggestion that a multi-tasked
beacon be set up near the heliopause of Hiver systems: to warn any
passing Alliance ship of Hivers; to record any outgoings in which case
a message capsule would be released to speed back to Alliance space
where any Prime would soon 'hear' its shriek and retrieve it.  After
the Denebian penetration, every Alliance system had installed a device
that could identi the Hiver stingg-pzzt and emit a warning.
     A contest to design such a device was circulated through the Fleet
and small, mechanically oriented groups vied with each other to come up
with the successful design.  The winning design group came from the
Washington, because Rojer and Commander Tikele worked all the hours of
the week to win the competition.  Then the design was distributed among
the machine shops of all the ships to ensure a sufficient supply.
     Uninhabited M-5 planets were examined in more detail: one had an
indigenous life-form which was abe;idy using primitive tools and had
controlled fires.
     That system was duly put off-limits.  Several planets, despite
appropriate atmospheres and distribution of land mass to sea, did not
appear viable for human or Mrdini occupation, showing high levels of
radiation, too much seismic activity or other anomalies.
     'Well, such conditions would account for some of the by-passes,'
Captain Ashiant said at one of the weekly 'brass' meetings which
included the Talents.  'One thing puzzles me.  How did the Hivers know
which to by-pass?  If we have probes, what do the Hivers use to obtain
the same information, because they surely must?  Did anyone ever
discover if Deneb had been probed by a Hiver mechanism?' He turned to
Clancy.
     'Sir, the Denebian penetration happened long before my birth.  My
uncle who lived through those days never mentioned a probe but then
Deneb was pretty primitive in those days.  And who was expecting
visitors from outer space?' 'But did you not as a youngling on Deneb
recover quantities of Hiver materials?' asked Captain Spktm.
     'Yes sir, indeed, we all did,' and Clancy indicated Thian and
Rojer, 'and the navy installation on Deneb is still trying to fit the
pieces together.' He grinned.
     'Probes usually return to the sender to deliver the information
they've acquired,' Rojer added.
     'True, true,' Ashiant said, fingering his jawline as he often did.
     'Flavia Bastianmajani recently sent us a message, Thian went on,
that the first of the occupied Hive systems showed a total breakdown
which hasn't yet been fully analysed.  The xenos and biologists have an
unconfirmed opinion that the planet was deficient in some element or
elements which are vital to Hive survival.  So, if they do use a probe,
it doesn't tell them all they need to know.
     'So there are discrepancies in their colonial programme,' Captain
Germys of the Genessee remarked in his dry fashion.  'That's
encouraging.' 'And they avoid some planets that are fine for us.' 'But
if that colony failed, what sort of information do the Hiver probes
seek?' asked Germys' first officer, Beckin Watusa, a very tall and very
dark-skinned man.
     'Well, one we saw was mainly islands, some good sized, but no
large land masses,' said Selig Derynic of the destroyer, Comanche.  'So
perhaps that's one of their criteria-large continents.' 'They probe for
suitable atmospheres as well, since two they've by-passed showed
hydrogen-nitrogen imbalances,' Vandermeer said.
     'No,' Captain Prim of the KLTL said emphatically, its usually
smooth fur ruffling, a sign of agitation, 'the probe finds out how much
and what kind of life had to be "fumigated" 'Then let us be thankful
for whatever limitations their probes, if they use them, report,'
Ashiant said briskly.
     'We can at least propose a few colonial sites for the 'So far
nothing we have discovered explains why they have ranged so far,
especially now,' Spktm said in an almost lugubrious tone, echoing some
of the pessimism Prim displayed.
     'I would have thought that obvious, sir,' Ashiant replied
courteously.  'Their homeworld was lost to the nova.  They must be
seeking an alternate.' 'That must not happen!' Spktm said, bringing
both upper hands hard down on the table, the percussion felt by
everyone touching it.
     'That is the purpose of this squadron, Captain, Ashiant said as
resolutely.  'And, especially, the reason the Washington was conceived
and built!' 'And the Hivers built their Great Sphere to establish a new
homeworld,' Thian said.  'Could it be in all the volume of space they,
and we, have explored, they have not yet found a similar one?  And
that's why they have ranged so far, and looked in as many directions as
they have?' 'You give the Hivers credit for emotions which they do not
have,' Spktm said, its poll eye swivelling to give Thian the full
glare.
     'Now, a moment, Spktm,' Ashiant said, raising one hand, 'the Prime
has a valid point.  Wouldn't Mrdinis, deprived of Clarf, search for one
as near to what they'd lost as could be found?' Spktm's flir ruffled
firther, and so did Prim's and the other two 'Dini captains seated
around the table.  Thian inwardly groaned at his tactless remark.
     Exuding as much pacifying empathy as he could, he followed
Ashiant's lead.
     MRDINIS HAVE LONG HISTORICAL KNOWLEDGE THAT HIVERS FOLLOW INSTINCT
WHICH HAS NOT CHANGED, HONOURED SIR, AND THAT IS, ABOVE ALL, SURVIVAL
OF THEIR KIND.  THEIR SPECIES MUST HAVE HAD A VERY UWSUAL HOMEWORLD TO
HAVE ALLOWED THEM TO BECOME DOMINANT THAT WORLD IS GONE.  SURVIVAL OF
THEIR SPECIES REQUIRES THEM TO FIND ITS LIKE.  THAT IS WHAT THIS ONE
MEANT.  PARDON THE OFFENCE THIS ONE HAS UNWITTINGLY CAUSED THE HONOURED
SPKTM.
     The 'Dini captain's fur began to settle, and so did PrIm's.  Thian
felt the wave of relief from his fellow humans that the Mrdinis were
molified by his explanation.
     'So they haven't found it.  And, by my honour, I hope they don't,'
Cheseman of the Solidarity said, 'but, give us a little hope, Captain
Spktm, do we even know what their primary's spectrum was like before it
went nova?' Spktm and Thian, who had reached the area where the dead
star was still cooling, shook their heads.
     'Bluntly, no,' Thian said.
      'We've got a helluva lot of space to check out, Cheseman said,
made gloomy by the sheer magnitude of the task facing them.  'Five
years won't be long enough!' 'But a lustrum makes a start, gentlemen,'
Ashiant said, adopting a firmly positive tone, 'and let us not discount
what we have managed to accomplish in the past two years.  We may have
been forced by circumstances to explore firther than any previous
programme for either of our species but we have already discovered
enough new worlds to support members of the Alliance for thousands of
generations to come.
     'Let me come back to the point that there may be a more specific
goal for these Hive spheres - finding a new homeworld under a sun
similar to the original one.
     I certainly don't know what spectra-analytical means the Hivers
possess,' and Ashiant attempted to inject some humour, 'but I'd like
our astrogation officers to start checking the spectrums of all G-type
stars, however far away they are, on the off chance that it's a certain
type they're hunting, not just any G-type system with M-5 planets.
     Even the Mrdinis saw the merit of that suggestion and the meeting
ended with considerably more enthusiasm and purpose than it initially
had.  Ashiant later confided to Thian that there'd been some very
tricky moments but he was positive they were on to a line of
investigation that was going to prove invaluable.
     'Certainly it's giving us another purpose while we're tracking
that damned sphere to wherever it's going.
     What odds would you take that it has a definite primary
objective?' Thian regarded Ashiant for a moment before letting out a
startled guffaw.  For one moment, Ashiant glared at him and then,
realizing what he had said, joined Thian in a much-needed laugh.
     'In line with that, sir,' Thian said, still shaking with laughter,
'maybe I ought to contact Flavia.  Squadron B's been to quite a few
systems now, too.  Maybe they can throw some light on the matter.
     'Light on the matter?' Ashiant echoed and enjoyed another chuckle.
     'I needed that, Lyon.  That was a hairy moment there .
     'You mean, of course, when all the 'Dini fiir started to ruffle
up?' That set them both off again until Ashiant, huffing and coughing,
pulled himself back to sobriety, but his eyes still twinkled and he
continued to grin.
     'Actually, sir, even a process of elimination, based on what types
of G-stars they ignore, might help us establish the criteria they're
looking for.  Even minute differences - the period of variability,
sun-spot cycles, size - in a G-type primary can have incalculable
effects on the satellites in its system.  It certainly has proved so in
species adaptations.
     'On another subject, Captain - which I didn't have time to pass on
to you before the meeting - Flavia's message this morning contains some
interesting items.
     The first being that they, too, have devised a beacon to be set
outside any Hive suspect M-5 system: to warn vessels off and to send a
message back to the nearest Prime to warn of any outgoing sphere.'
'Great minds, huh?' 'I've received specs, sir.  Captain Soligen thought
you might like to glance over them in case they have modifications we
could use.' Thian handed over the hard copy and the software.  'Or the
other way round,' he added tactfully.
     'Indeed and we will,' Ashiant replied as he glanced through the
material.  'Though the one your brother and Tikele designed seems to be
similar.' 'Flavia also informed me that, with Earth Prime's express
permission, they are going to approach the Hive-occupied planet.'
Ashiant gave him a hard stare.
     'There are good reasons to take the chance,' and Thian grinned,
'the main of them being to give the KVS under Captain KimI the
opportunity to puif the Genessee ploy.' 'Steal another Hiver ship?'
Ashiant said, almost exploding.  'Whatever do we need with another
one?' do so under the ship's power.  We were able to establish Thian
chuckled, as much at the captain's reaction, as the one which would
surely await the triumphantly returning crew aboard it.
     'Captain KimI is of the new Mrdini generation which hasn't seen
much direct contact, of the kind that allows a colour to gain prestige
'Damned untried young scuts, Ashiant murmured, shifting restlessly in
his chair, 'they could precipitate more trouble .  ' Then he cleared
his throat as he remembered all too vividly the morning's near breach
between human and 'Dini.  'Ah well, I suppose it's more recent in their
culture than .  . . Is "counting coup" the action I mean .  . ?' 'I've
heard the phrase,' Thian replied, not remembering where or in what
connection.
     'Go on.  Tell me how this 'Dini plans to gain prestige so I'll
know how to prevent it in this squadron.' 'First, Flavia got Earth
Prime's permission.  And I assure you, as Flavia did me, that Captain
Soligen would not contemplate such a move unless she was very sure of
success.' 'Well,' and Ashiant simmered down, 'Vesta's one helluva fine
captain, even if she does have some odd ideas of opting for young and
virtually untried crew.  I assume all you Primes are restricted by the
same rules?' 'Yes, sir!' 'Then let me know the outcome of the... what
did you call it.  'The Genessee ploy.' 'Osullivan must be pleased by
that.  Too bad he's stuck at a desk now.  And how is Captain KimI
intending to get its prize back to our occupied space?' 'Flavia seemed
to feel the captain would be able to the disposition of certain
controls on the panel.  She's known them.  And we know what file!  is
used 'That's fine until the damned thing gets in more travelled space
Thian nodded, grinning.  'I believe the plan is to decorate the sphere
with 'Dini designs to let all and sundry know who is bringing this one
in.' 'Do ask your Prime to send out an all-ship warning.
     Wouldn't do to have a trigger-happy missile crew trying out the
new weaponry on a "friendly" hostile vessel!
     And can you get on to the proper authorities to forward all
documentation on known G-star variations, whether the planetary systems
have been explored or not.  It may well be that the tedious process of
elimination will provide the information we need.' When Thian, who had
always prided himself on his eidetic memory, found himself confusing
figures of the very complicated spectra-analyses of G-type stars within
an hour, he traded off with Rojer.  Clancy was about to have to take a
turn when Jeff Raven decided his T1 and T-2 staff had better things to
do with their time than mentally transfer such complex data.  So the
rest of the material from human astronomical files was 'ported out.
     Laria 'ported even more from the Mrdini libraries.
     Everyone's pretty excited about the theory here, she told her
brother.  You sound in good form, Thi.  Things going wellwellfare you,
Roj and Clancy?
     why?  D'you miss us?  he asked teasingly.
     Oddly enough, I think I do, she said.
     How's Kincaid?
     Kincaid is in fine form, also, brother!  Then there was a ripple
in her mental tone that signified a giggle.  Vanteu, too.  Then she
signed off, leaving him to digest that information just as the cargo
officer announced the arival of a small pod from Clarf Tower.
     The comparative analysis of G-type stars continued until a special
board had to be set up for that information alone.  Each ship in the
Fleet wanted to access files to support their own theories and
constant, lengthy shipto-ship conversations were interfering with
necessary operational messages.
     Over the next few weeks, although neither Thian nor Ashiant had
mentioned the Genessee ploy, most of the Fleet knew that it either was
about to happen or had happened.  The news that the manoeuvre had been
successful, that the KVS had destroyed the space field of the Hivers at
Waterloo as well as the three scout ships that had tried to launch from
the planet was anticlimactic but gave an excuse for considerable
celebration on all eleven ships.
     Barely had they recovered from that than the Washington's sensors
picked up readings that suggested the Hiver they were pursuing had sent
out its scouts.
     The target was a G-type sun which the Alliance had first thought
the Hiver would, once more, pass by since its spectra-analysis didn't
seem that promising.
     Instantly, crews were scrambled to the Washington's fast scouts
and, Thian ordered Rojer to accompany the Revere, commanded by
Lieutenant Vergoin.
     You'll get yourself in a pod the moment there's trouble, Thian
told his brother.
     Aw, Thi.  . . Rojer began and then, remembering his grandfather's
stern warnings, subsided.  Yeah, I will but what about the destroyers?
     who's going to keep PrI and Ktpl in check when they get close to
the Hiver?
     Captain Spktm.  It's transferred its command to its first officer
and is on board the KLTS.
     Spktm does mean business.
     We all mean business!
     Thian sent Clancy, with a similar reminder about saving his
Talented skin, to one of the two humancrewed destroyers.  All four
larger ships were ordered to shift themselves at top speed after the
lighter, faster vessels.  The Nebula, the two Constellations and the
four Galaxy class would need more time to attain the requisite speed to
catch up and support any action.
     We're ahead of the Hiver smuts, Rojer told his brother several
days later, and they didn 't even see us coming in on the ecliptic.
     His tone was one of high good spirits.  Are those Hiver queens so
utfrdy oblivious to anything but their goals?  Are they so arrogant
they think they're totally invulnerable?
     Until they came to Deneb, they were, Thian remarked drolly.  Have
the astronomers come up with any more data on the primary?
     Checking sun-spot activity and mnning another one on uvl and irl
emissions, and naturally probes have been released on orbital sweeps.
     Lots of lush vegetation is reported and some clearly visible
seismic activity, g9ad blue seas and a chain of large lakes across the
main continental mass we've already identified on the night side.
     Smallish ice-covered polar regions but that's normal - so's the
ozone layer.
     Can't find any signs of civilization, no large habitations, no
fires apart from a forest fire raging in the midwest.  Ah, but
indigenous critters, running straight for the nearest body of water.
     Least that's what the science officer says such a cloud of dust
could mean.
     Could the fire have been set by the Hivers?  Thian asked.
     Doubt it!  Their scouts are just about inside the orbit of the
fifth planet, your typical ringed giant.
     'Your brother's reporting in?' Ashiant asked from the seat he had
taken behind Thian's couch.
     Thian gestured for the captain to come around.  He hated reporting
to thin air and repeated verbatim what Rojer had said.
     'Too much potential to leave to the Hivers for any reason,'
Ashiant said, which was Thian's opinion as well.  The captain opened
communications with the bridge.  'Primary's spectrum matches to within
.0356 of Sol?' Thian pondered that as well as Ashiant.  'Hivers never
came near Earth, sir.  They did try to colonize Sel, though, and Sefs
primary is very much like Sol.' 'Enough to make it the sun system
they're searching for as a new homeworld?' Ashiant shook his head.
     'I'd hazard the guess that they might just need to replenish
supplies.
     They haven't stopped anywhere He bent over the comunit.  'Ailsah,
based on the examination of the supplies stored on Refugee and the
estimated size of those Hiver crews that the 'Dinis extrapolated, tell
me if they'd be running close to empty?' 'You suspect this might be
only a supply run?' 'It's a possibility but I'll need the figures
first.' Ashiant grinned, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
     'How long before the main Fleet can intercept the sphere?' 'Seven
hours, sir, but she appears to be slowing down.
     That would be consonant with a resupply action.  We know Hiver
scout ships have plenty of range but they may also want to conserve
fuel - if they're still in search mode.  The KSTS just confirmed that
speed reduction and has asked for battle dispositions of the
destroyers.
     Thian could hear just the minute pulse of excitement in the First
Officer's calm voice.
     'First, order all ships to be alert for any sign that the Hiver
has detected our approach.  I've never quite believed the 'Dini report
on Hiver sensor range.  Anyway, Prime, ask your brother to pass my
order on to Captain Vergoin to release low-level probes.  We might as
well establish if it's just animals or potential sentients we're about
to save from Hive attentions.' The bridge rang through again.  'The
KLTL, the Vadim, the Solidarity and the Genessee are asking for you.
     'I'll be with them momentarily, First.' When the channel was
closed, Ashiant inhaled a deep breath.  'I almost look forward to
discovering if those new missiles will be effective against a Hiver.'
He gave Thian a wry grin.  'Do I let the 'Dinis do the honours, Thian?'
Sensing in that rare moment of Ashiant's candour more than the simple
question, Thian smiled reassuringly.
     'I don't think "let" is operational, sir, but it'll be a triumph
for us all.  We'll have reduced by one more ship their chance of
finding that new homeworld they're desperate to have: that new base
from which they can multiply the problems we ve already got in
containing them.  Then there's only the one ship Squadron D's following
and then we really will have reduced Hiver threat to manageable
proportions.
     Ashiant gave a short bark of a laugh.  'Manageable, Prime?' He
laughed sardonically again.  'When we're discovering that one in five
of the M-5 planets on our way out here has a Hiver colony on it?'
Ashiant threw out his hands in exasperation.
     'Even that's a good deal more than we knew before 'Dinis ran
across those three Hivers.' 'Damn!' And Ashiant rammed one fist into
the other palm.  'I'd feel it more of an accomplishment if this system
was the one the Hivers have been so desperately searching for.' 'Put it
this way, sir, it's one more they won't occupy, even briefly!'
'Goodoint, Prime.  I could almost feel sorry for our prey.
     'I won't tell anyone I heard you say that, Captain,' Thian said
with a grin as he prepared to 'path the new orders to his brother as
well as a warning of the Hiver's slowing.
     The Hiver scouts never got closer to the lush planet than its
outer moon.  Nor were they quite so unaware of an opposing force as
their directness suggested.  As the Washington's scouts moved out of a
planetary orbit to intercept them, the Hivers split in a
well-calculated distraction even as they initiated a terrific barrage
at the scouts before the larger destroyers could move into firing range
to shield them.
     Thian, film not loud, listen harder.  I'm in a pod.  Vergoin had
two yeomen stuffing me and my 'Dinis in here as soon as we began
closing with the Hivers.  Rojer sounded far more indignant than scared.
     Main screen's magnified to show the blasts.  Any damage?
     Minor's all I can tell.  I've got the pod's comunit on but I'm not
catching all the .  . . Wait a minute Rojer?  ROJER?
     Don't bother me now, brother.  I've work to do!
     Thian kept bothering Rojer with constant demands for answers.  In
between those, he 'pathed Clancy who was no more available to his
requests for information than Rojer.  Infliriated with a disobedience
that amounted to downright mutiny, he charged on to the Washington's
bridge where the intense atmosphere reminded him that he might be
intruding and he had half-turned to leave.  Then he saw that the main
screen of the bridge gave far larger, clearer details of the battle
than the one above his couch.  What he saw also made him realize
exactly what essential work Rojer and Clancy were doing in deflecting a
virtual onslaught of Hiver missiles.  Definitely he could tell Earth
Prime that this was self-defence: if the Revere took a mortal blow, the
Hiver scouts could pick off the pods one by one before the evacuees
could get out of range.  Rojer had shown good sense with his deflection
policy!
     The main batteries of the sphere began to open up on the seven
Alliance ships which had deployed themselves to prevent the Hiver
scouts from escaping while the Nebula and the two Constellations were
converging on the sphere.  One advantage of the round design was that
batteries could be fired in any direction.  Thian knew from the Refugee
just how much fire-power the Hiver had.
     'Look, sir,' Vandermeer said, 'the Hiver's wasting ammunition as
usual.  She isn't within range of our ships.' 'The scouts are.' 'But
her missiles are missing although - - .  Sir, Ensign Upland is of the
opinion that the detonation of those missiles could cause shockwaves
almost as dangerous to scout-ship hulls as a direct hit.' 'My
compliments to Ensign Upland, Ashiant said, nodding his head briefly in
acknowledgement of the information.  Then, under his breath, he
muttered: 'When I get those two Talents, I'll skin 'em, I'll keelhaul
them.' Thian and the nearer bridge officers heard him.
     'But they are managing to deflect incoming rockets.
     Tikele, how soon before we are in range of the sphere?'
'Twenty-two minutes.
     'Why doesn't Spktm use the ones it's got on the KLTS?' 'I believe
the captain's manoeuvring her into position now, sir,' Tikele
responded.  'And two of our scouts are protecting her.  She's got to be
on target, on those fuel tanks, and in range.  . she's.  . she's fired
both, sir.
     Unbelievably one of the Hiver's scouts managed to get between the
sphere and the missiles, which penetrated it, sticking out port and
starboard.
     'Like a scurrier skewered on arrows, Thian murmured.
     Then the blast occurred, an orange-red eruption of force which
hurtled the KLTS backward like a leaf in a storm.  Somehow the flanking
scouts had peeled away and, although they were scudded further from
their original positions, they did not appear to have taken much
damage.  The KLTS patently had.  As 'Dini ships still did not carry
pods, it was impossible to estimate how many of its crew survived.
     ROJER!  CLANCY!  FOR THE LOVE OF HEAVEN, ANSWER ME, Thian roared,
catching the gestalt of the Washington's generators to reachhis
targets.
     I'm OK, Thian.  But I had to bounce missiles.  Just like Granddad
did when the Hiver attacked Deneb.
     Not the same at all, Rojer!  CLANCY?
     I can hear you, I can hear you.  Over the ringing in my ears.
     Were we ever lucky?  Kloo's a damned fine pilot.
     'Thian?' Ashiant called urgently.  'Can you get in touch with
either of your Talents and ask them to check the status of the KLTS?
     The other destroyers must hold their positions to contain the
sphere.' 'Yes, sir.' Rojer, you've 'Dinis.  Ashiant's ordering Veigoin
and the You do the Clancy's ship bette are moving in for the more That
that was what the two doing was obvious while the three medium-sized
missiles on the two remain scouts, all the time inching closer to the
sphere.  - 'We've just reached the maximum range of the new missiles,
Captain,' Vandermeer announced.
     'Signal the Galaxy class ships to assume Formation C and begin
firing as soon as they are in maximum range.
     The sphere must be distracted from the destroyers.' She's some
mother this one, Thian distinctly heard someone say.  It could have
been anyone on the bridge, even Ashiant, dropping his mind shields in
the excitement of battle.
     The first of the new missiles the Washington launched was not that
far off its target but exploded on contact with a large fragment of the
Hiver's scout.  The next three, one from the Washington and the others
from the Solidarity and the Athene, penetrated the sphere as easily as
a sharp knife cut through soft fruit.
     'One, two,' began Ashiant under his breath, 'three, and he was led
by Vandermeer, 'FOUR' and it was practically a chorus.  No-one got to
five'.  The Hiver disintigrated by quadrants, like skin being peeled
off a round from top to bottom.  Then the fireball blossomed and its
lurnace expanded, melting all in its white-hot circle.
     The KLTL peeled off to follow one Hiver scout and the Franklin
went after the other.
     With ordinary communications opened again now the enemy was
routed, Captain Spktm was able to send its regards to the Washington.
     Its voice was shaky but proud of being aboard the ship that had
fired the first missile against the enemy.  The KLTS had taken a lot of
damage from the blast concussion: many Dinis were dead and injured.
     Some compartments had had to be closed against the vacuum without
knowing if they had been occupied.
     Thian did not have time to find either Rojer or Clancy to give
them the dressing-down they so richly deserved for disobeying orders in
spite of the life-saving success of that violation.  By the time he
spotted them, some of his anger had dissipated.  They were across the
Washington cargo hold which had been turned into an auxiliary 'Dini
sick-bay, doing much the same sort of emergency use of telekinesis he
was: 'lifting' the injured into beds, onto gurneys.  Rojer was helping
Medic Sblipk among the injured 'Dinis, with Gil and Kat rushing about
on errands.  Clancy was working among the human wounded.
     We'll all have a little talk later, Rojer, Clancy, Thian said in
cold voice.
     Sure thing, bra.  when there's a little more free time .
     Don't get cocky with me, Rojer Raven-Lyon!
     who?  Me?  Cocky?  After what I just went through, bra?
     That was almost .  . . almost worse than the KLTL, Thi.
     His brother's words, unrepentant though they were, cooled Thian
still further but he'd have to tell Earth Prime about their escapade.
     He was responsible for all the Talents on this expedition and
somehow he had failed to make them obey orders they knew they mustn't
ignore.
     If he'd had to tell his mother and father that Rojer had - - 'Hey,
Thi, said a soft voice in his ear, and he felt a touch on his shoulder,
'you need rest, honey.' Gravy looked up at him, her blue eyes anxious,
though her face was as tired as his.  He and his 'Dinis had been
working with her, using kinesis to help her use her healing skills.
     'if I rest, you do, too, Lieutenant Senior Grade,' he said
sternly.
     She glanced over the now orderly ward, where 'Dinis were immersed
in tubs of restorative fluids, or wrapped in bandages of various
colours, repairing damaged tissues, wounds, burns, and breaks.  'Dinis
endured discomfort better than humans did, Thian thought, and wondered
if that was a species differentiation, rather than stoicism.
     'Ah, here comes the new watch, Gravy said with relief that came
out close to a sob.
     Thian leaned back against the nearest support and 'listened' for
his brother.  Rojer was asleep - Thian couldn't tell where - and so was
Clancy.  He'd get them both tomorrow .  . when he'd had enough sleep.
     'Thian,' and Gravy caught him by the hand and pulled him around
the corner.  'You got enough energy left to 'port us to my room?' He
put weary arms around her, his head resting on hers, and 'ported them
to her quarters on the level below.  She palmed the door lock and they
collapsed in each other's arms onto the bed, asleep almost before they
had stretched out on the horizontal surface.
     'You realize that that Hiver ship, even with its three scouts,
hadn't a chance,' Rojer said, blithely tucking into a huge meal in
their quarters late that next afternoon.  'Operation Overkill, that's
what it was.' 'Need I remind you how many 'Dinis died in the KLTS?'
Thian said, glaring at his brother.
     He had read the riot act to both Rojer and Clancy for
'endangering' their lives which were far too valuable to be risked.  He
could also point to the minor cuts and contusions which both had
suffered when their respective ships had manoeuvred abruptly or
suffered concussive buffeting: those could as easily have been mortal
wounds.
     'I'm not that slow, Thian,' Rojer replied indignantly, even if I
didn't manage to keep my balance through all the bumps and grinds the
Revere did.  But you should have seen some of the others.  I 'ported
when I could.' 'I got most of mine, and Clancy fingered the long
pro-skin dressing down one side of his face, the splint on his left
arm, the sealed wound on the right, and managed a benevolent
expression, 'buffering someone else's impact.' 'Besides which, big
brother,' Rojer said, hands on his belt and an intense frown on his
face, 'if either of us had made use of the escape pods, you'd really
have had bad news to send home.  It only occurred to me when I was
stuck in it, that the damned pod was the most dangerous place to be!  I
was at Xh-33, remember, and I watched the queens' pods get blown out of
the sky the way we'd pick off avians!  Any one of the Hiver scouts
could have made a real killing.  - - of pods!' 'We also saved both the
Revere and the Franklin from being made into sieves,' Clancy reminded
Thian, 'or smashed flat.  Shielding the ships shielded us and it's
really only a very minor variation of our standing orders from Uncle
Jeff.' He grinned engagingly.  'Just a larger escape pod.
     'I'll have to tell him what you did!' Thian was not about to let
them get away without reprimand.
     'Go right ahead!' Clancy said, his grin broader, 'but I heard that
both Spktm and Ashiant are mentioning our defensive action as the main
reason casualties were minimal.  although I do now appreciate why the
Mrdinis had to consider suicide attacks!  There can't be much room on
those scouts with all those heavy missiles they fire off.  And that
sphere wasn't going to give up short of total destruction!' Thian could
never stay angry long, not in the presence of Clancy, though he
continued to feel an irritable frustration, especially as the two young
heroes tossed off their actions as nothing out of the ordinary for
Talents of their abilities.  That almost annoyed Thian more.
     'I think,' Gravy told him when they met for a quiet meal in the
medics' mess-room, 'that you're a little jealous maybe, Thian, that you
weren't in on the action?' 'Me?  Jealous?' He regarded Alison-Anne,
startled.
     He'd never thought of himself as a jealous person for any reason.
     Her blue eyes twinkled up at him.  'Jealous of things or people,
no, Thian.  But jealous, a little perhaps, of prestige.  'Are you sure
you're still T-5?' I'Probably not,' she said airily with a delighted
sigh, 'but I am an empath and very empathic for you.' She reached
across the small table and stroked the back of his hand lightly, a
contact that conveyed more than empathy.  'I've picked up as much from
you - Talentwise - as I have about treating 'Dinis from Medic Sblipk.
     More perhaps,' and her eyes laughed at him over the rim of her
cup.
     'You had the hard part - watching, waiting, hoping.  Do Talents
pray?' This was said with such an ingenuous expression that Thian felt
his aggravation and frustration dissolve.  'Besides which,' she went
on, teasing him, 'you saw action long before they did, on the Great
Sphere.' Thian made a face at her.  "That little fracas was not against
live Hivers.' 'The difference is immaterial, Thian.  And it was far
more dangerous than what your brother and cousin did.' Thian faith%lly
forwarded Captain Ashiant's detailed report of the encounter and
decided, when he could not help but 'feel' Jeff Raven's furious
reaction to the heroism of Rojer and Clancy, that he could safely leave
any further discipline to Earth Prime, and Callisto Prime, and possibly
both Aurigaean Primes.  Righteous anger often ripened with waiting.
     Thian was called back by Earth Prime later to receive the official
commendations and replies from the Alliance and High Council as well as
new orders.
     The Fleet was now to join Squadron D, using all available Talent
to make the 'portation, and track down the third sphere with all
possible speed.  There was great weight being given to the theory that
the three spheres had been looking for a particular G-type star, as
close a replica to the one which had turned nova as possible.
     The High Council did not care to wait until the remaining sphere
found such a star and a new homeworld planet.
     Once that Hive sphere had been dealt with, the Fleet was to
return, making in-depth surveys of all potentially habitable planets
and disabling Hiver colonies, using the Genessee ploy whenever possible
to remove sphere ships from use.
     'What's the High Council after, might I ask?' Ashiant enquired of
Thian in an agitated fashion.  'A fleet of sphere ships?  We've got
more than we need right now.
     We should blow 'em up.  Save time and effort.' 'Use 'em as
decoys?' Thian threw out as a possible solution.
     'I think this "know your enemy and you can defeat him easier" is
going a bit too far.' 'Perhaps I misinterpreted, sir,' Thian said,
running over the wording in his mind.  'Disabling the Hiver colonies
could merely mean making certain they had no further space
capabilities.  Shall I reconfirm?' 'Please do.
     I doubt the High Council meant to bring more spheres back, Jeff
Raven said but his tone was uncertain.  But with 'Dinis you'd never
know, would you?  I'll get back to you.
     When he did, he was chuckling.  Seems the 'dinis would like to
have an intact sphere for each of their colonial worlds as trophies.
     Admiral Mekturian pointed out that the two operational ones
presently in our possession could be displayed wherever necessary.  I
will never understand 'Dini logic or honour.  The Admiral is more
sensible and repeats that the Fleet is to destroy Hiver space-travel
capabilities until other remedies can be effected to prevent their
colonial aggrandizement.
     Other remedies?
     That's what's being discussed.  There's a poive4\4l lobby that
would prevent the Alliance, and not just the human element, from doing
unto the Hivers as they have done to others.  why reduce ourselves to
their level?
     what else could be done, Granddad?  Not, Thian added hastily, that
I believe the annihilation of any spedes could be justified.
     Ah, now, Thian, the discussions are ongoing and heated.
     Both Gktmglnt and Admiral Mekturian are insisting that nothing be
engraved in granite until both investigatory units, the Main Fleet and
Squadron B have returned from their voyages, laden, we hope, with
information enough to suggest a sensible, humane and 'Din fled course
of action.
     If we've to stop and investigate every bloody M-5 system on the
way back, sir, Thian began By then some form of common sense might have
resulted from the current shambles.  Once more I am relieved that FT&T
is involved only in the mechanics, rather than the politics, of this
issue.  And, there was definite amusement in Jeff Raven's tone, as a
messenger, I am too far removed from those I deliver them to, to ster
the fate often meted out to the bearers of adverse replies.  So,
Grandson, I say unto you, bring back as much information as you
possibly can, about the bright new worlds that have not been Hiverized
and can give the hot-blooded another focus for their energies.
     Wouldn't a colonial explosion be following Hiver tactics?
     Really, Thian, your sense of proportion is slightly skewed by
distance.  Humans and 'Dinis respect other lifeforms and any planet
bearing identifiable sentients is to be scratched off the list.
     Oh, but put up one of those warning beacons that'll inform the
Alliance of incoming Hive traffic.  There're still a lot of those
damned spheres loose in this galaxy.
     The official segments of that long exchange were duly reported to
Captain Ashiant and then repeated to the other captains and first
officers, in Basic and in 'Dini, so that there could be no
misunderstanding of either directive.
     Thian excused himself then, to give the brass the chance to
discuss the orders privately.
     Outside the Talents' quarters, the corridors of the Washington
still echoed muted sounds of celebration, although the Nebula class
ship was now swinging around the rescued planet on its way out of the
system.
     Thian knew that the science officers would be busy at every
available station, recording whatever scrap of surface information
could be learned during the circumnavigation.  Probes had returned with
samples which would be analysed and essayed.  He watched as the planet
turned under him even as the Washington turned round the planet to the
original sight he had had - - - had it only been two days before?  The
forest fire had gone out, doused by a rain system which, unfortunately,
resulted in smoke obscuring that area so the cause of the conflagration
remained a mystery.  The creatures which had fled the fire were now
browsing by the lake which had saved them and, though none appeared to
be more than a variety of large ruminants, grazers, and several equally
big predators, none acted with any sentience.
     'And not a single creature will ever know, or care about the fate
we saved them from,' Gravy said softly from the open door to his room.
     When she had come off duty the night before, they'd done some
private celebrating.  All her patients would recover and she was no
longer fearful for the progress of several of the 'Dini burn victims.
     Thian held out his arm and she came across on bare feet to stand
in under it.  She liked the fact that she fitted just there.  He closed
his arm and pulled her against him.
     'Are we on our way out of this system, Thi?' she asked, noticing
the rotation.
     He nodded.  'Orders came in.  If that door opens, be prepared to
get 'ported back in.' She started to release him and he pulled her back
against him.
     'All the brass's there and they've a lot of talking to do, so I
don't think we need worry.  Besides, MisonAnne,' and he looked down at
her, 'I'd rather stop playing hide-and-seek 'Thian, you know perfectly
that your folks will have someone better in mind for you than a T-5
     empath who's - Thian put one finger across her lips.  'Don't you
poor-mouth yourself in my hearing, Lieutenant Senior Grade, sir, ma'
am!' 'Look, you were a raw kid - - -' I'm no raw kid now, Alison-Anne
Greevy, Thian said, turning to pull her full against him and pushing
her head up to catch her lovely blue eyes, and I have far more need of
a comfortable T-5 empath whom I happen to love, respect and admire for
certain earthy and caring qualities I haven 't found anywhere else.
     If we can still stand each other's company at the end of this
mission, I'd say we had a good chance of enjoying a good life together.
     And I'll probably opt for full service as a naval Prime.  I'd be
the first .  I can talk Granddad into creating the position.
     Alison could and often did shield her thoughts from him but not
the wisfful hope in her eyes.
     'If you're thinking of Flavia Bastianmajani, don't, he said and
kissed her, loving her with mind, heart and soul.  'She had other ideas
even when we first met.' 'She did?' Thian threw his head back, laughing
at her indignation.  'She's probably as assiduously pursuing her own
way as I have been mine!' 'A trained T-1 like Flavia?' 'Sometimes,
Mison-Anne, you astound me.
     'Well, I like to be able to do just that, I can tell you, Prime
thian Lyon, sir.
     'Good.  Come, astound me now.  I think I've some free time to
fill.' When Thian was called, late that evening, to make contact with
Earth Prime, it was to ask permission to exchange the damaged Mrdini
destroyer KLTS with the KLLM currently in Squadron D. That was agreed
though the other two ships comprising the squadron were to be sent back
to be refitted.
     I'm told there's an adequate bng on board the Valparaiso so you
can send those dissidents back and rid yourself of unnecessary baggage,
Earth Prime added.
     Thian had not liked that aspect of his responsibilities but it was
now no secret that several attempts had been made to tamper with the
Washington's missiles' guidance systems.  Suspects had been
interrogated by the NI officers, with Thian watching in a covert
observation booth.  In all but one case his Talent wasn't needed and,
in that one, he had felt both distress and pity that the ensign, a
young woman of otherwise inpeccable record in her duties in the engine
complex of the Washington, felt it her duty to humankind to destroy the
first of the Nebula class design because a ship that huge and powerful
was against the wishes of the God her native planet revered.
     How she had slipped through the careful screening of any candidate
to the Space Academy became the subject of a dedicated search of both
Naval Intelligence and the medical board.  She was placed in the brig
under maximum surveillance.  She protested vehemently about the 'paid',
godless saboteurs that also occupied the accommodation.
     They complained because she prayed both loud and long, trying to
bring them to see the 'light' and save their 'souls'.  Only bouts of
laryngitis silenced her.  And those, according to the officer in charge
of the facility, never lasted long enough.
     All the Fleet elements were now making their majestic way out of
the system so blithely unaware of its escape from annihilation.  One
day a developing sentient species might wonder about the ring of debris
about the outer moon.
     In their ready room, Thian, Rojer and Clancy were toting up the
potential power they could access to 'port the Fleet to Squadron D's
present location.
     'Well, it's not that far,' Rojer was saying in an attempt to
encourage himself.  Gil and Kat were lounging on the couch beside him,
playing one of the finger games with a piece of coloured string that
often absorbed them.
     'With ninety T-2s and 3s to spread out, plus the sixty 4s - and
don't forget they're mainly kinetics, too strategically placed 'There's
none on any of the 'Dini ships,' Clancy reminded them.
     'So we haul them over last 'That wouldn't sit well,' Rojer said.
     'Look, Thian, you and Clancy haul the Washington.  Give me ten 2s
and twenty 3s and I'll 'port Spktm.  It's the mass of the Washington
that's going to be the worst to 'port.  Even Constellations are easy
after that.
     'Or, I stay here in the Washington and send to you.' 'Who's the
T-2 on Squadron D?' Clancy asked.
     Thian and Rojer gave him a weary look.  'Stierlman!' 'Oh!' Rojer
lifted one shoulder in a shrug.  'He hasn't lost anything sent him .  .
     . yet.
     'Well, we sure don't want to aim the Washington at him all of a
sudden,' Thian said.
     Semirame KIoo and Alison-Anne arrived, off duty now, and Thian
absently 'ported in more drinks and finger foods for them.
     'It's getting the experienced Talents in the right places to
buffer the new ones who'll never have had a chance to merge.
     'Then why don't you do a drill merge first?' KIoo said with a
wicked grin at Thian in memory of a certain mock drill she'd pulled.
     'Who?  How?  What?' Thian asked although he mindtouched his
approval of her suggestion.
     She tapped out a sequence on the terminal and a spatial view of
the disposition of the Fleet came on screen.  She sniffed and tapped at
the destroyers in flank positions.  'Change 'em over.  Switch the
Athene with the Comanche.  Just as an exercise.' Then she chuckled
mischievously.  'See how long it takes the crews to figure out what
happened.  Could be a bit of fun.' 'I think,' Thian said, standing up,
'I'd better check such a fleet manoeuvre with Captain Ashiant.' He was
grinning with sheer devilment as he asked Ashiant for an immediate
interview'More trouble, Thian?' Ashiant demanded, striding into the
Talents' ready room almost as soon as he had broken off the call.
     'No, sir, not trouble, just sorting out how to make the jump to
join Squadron D with most efficient use of the Talents we've got.  I'd
like to have a trial merge and, say, switch the Athene with the
Comanche.' 'And see how long it takes them to realize they've been
moved,' Rojer couldn't resist adding.
     Ashiant looked from brother to brother, his broad face
expressionless, hands behind his back.
     'Might prove salutary at that.  Proceed.' Thian waited a moment.
     'Oh, I'd like to remain here, Ashiant added and then grinned, the
cloth of his shipsuit beginning to wrinkle with his slow chuckle.
     Immediately the two Primes swung onto their couches.  'We'll try
it, merging with just the Talents on each of the destroyers,' Thian
explained.  'Me with Athene and Rojer with the Comanche.' 'No prior
warning?' Ashiant asked.
     'Just the code word.  Ready when you are, Rojer.
     Three, two, one, SAKI, the brothers broadcast and instantly felt
the response of Talents: scrambling a little to obey the unexpected and
unusual summons.
     Switch!
     Captain Ashiant, Commander KIoo, Lieutenant SG Greevy, and T-2
     Clancy Sparrow stared at the display on the screen.
     'Caught it!' Ashiant cried in triumph, clapping his hands
together.  'No more than a ripple.  Now, let's see how 'Captain
Ashiant, there's been a fluctuation of some kind around the Athene and
' Vandermeer's voice broke off.  'Sir, would you come to the bridge,
please?' 'On my way, First.' He turned back to the Talents just as the
bridge door swooshed open, twisted his thumb upwards in an approving
gesture and unexpectedly winked.
     'Captain, it's very odd, and I don't know how it could have
happened,' the Talents heard a perplexed Vandermeer saying, 'but I
could have sworn the Athene was in the starboard flank position .  .
     'Incoming message from the Athene, sir.  . .' the com officer
announced.
     'Full marks to the Athene bridge crew, First,' Ashiant said in a
calm voice, rippling with an undertone that the Talents had no problems
identifying as suppressed amusement.
     'Incoming query from the Comanche, sir - - 'Tell them to hold
their current new positions.  A drill has been in progress.  Full
security was in force.  Put the Comanche on .  . . Ah, Captain Derynic,
your bridge crew needs a bit of sharpening.  The Athene reported the
change of position a full two minutes before you did.
     I want every crew fully alert.  We may have defeated one Hive
sphere but we've another one we know of out there, and we still are not
positive they have no intercolonial communications of a nature we have
yet to understand.  Yours is the conn, First.' Ashiant returned to the
Talent ready room.  Once inside and the door closed, he enjoyed a
hearty chuckle.
     'I think that's a drill that's proved more efficacious than most
I've ordered,' he said, coughing a bit into his hand as he finished his
laugh.  'Did it prove conclusive for you as well, Primes?' 'Yes,
indeed,' Rojer and Thian chorused.
     'With a little more practice none of 'em will hesitate, Thian
added.  'Now, sir, our problem becomes more a matter of protocol: which
captain's ship goes first of the bigger ones.  We've just proved we can
swap destroyers with only their indigenous Talent merging.
     'It's the mass that's the problem?' 'Not as much as whose nose'll
be out of joint by being left to last.
     'That's no problem at all, Primes,' Ashiant said.  'I'll give the
orders and they'll be followed.  Captain Spktm on the KSTS goes first,
then Captain Germys and the Genessee.  I'd want all the destroyers
next, then the rest of the Galaxies, and the Washington last.  How does
that sound?' 'Fine, sir.  We'll need to rearrange some Talents to more
critical positions 'Any way you need 'em 'And it'll take two days to
complete the 'portation.
     'That all?' Ashiant seemed mildly surprised.
     Thian wasn't sure if the surprise was favourable or not.
     'With respect, sir, Commander KIoo said, 'the mass to be 'ported
is considerable.
     'I wasn't complaining, KIoo.' Ashiant turned to Thian.  'There is
a Talent along with Squadron D, isn't there?  To give you an assist?'
'Yes, sir, we'll be in contact with him as soon as we've rearranged
personnel.  That'll take the rest of today.' Ashiant nodded and
returned to his bridge, leaving the Talents gazing at each other in
puzzlement.
     'I don't think he really understands what's involved, Alison-Anne
said thoughtfully.
     'I'm not all that sure I do, either,' Thian said.  He gave himself
a shake and briskly started compiling lists of which key Talents would
have to be moved and to which ship.
     When Thian made contact, the mind of T-2 Stierlman on board
Squadron D's Galaxy class ship, the Valparaiso, exhibited such surprise
and consternation for the task to be performed that Thian immediately
deleted the man from his range of key links.  Stierlman's job at his
end only required holding a firm mental tone as a beacon.  The very
mention of the proposed merge weakened Stierlman's touch to the
tentativeness of a Tower novice.  Thian's sister, Petra, would have
been more use.  How had Laria stood the man's indecisiveness for as
long as she had?
     The distance, Prime, it's the distances involved, Stierlman
rabbited on.  They keep getting longer and longer.  We've no right to
intrude so far from our homeworlds.  We really don't.
     They're so far away.
     Then you'll be relieved to hear that the Valparaiso is scheduled
to be returned to Phobos Base for refitting.
     She is?  And I can return with her?  Hope strengthened his mental
touch.
     Most certainly.  I would insist on it, Stierlman.  You've been on
such a long tour.  Thian gritted his teeth as he 'pathed that
reassurance but he needed Stierlman able to operate for just two more
days.
     But how will we get back?  We're such a long way out.
     Oh, no problem, Stierlman.  This fleet's Talent heavy, which
wasn't accurate even though Thian felt that he'd reassigned the right
people to the right positions.  We'll be with you tomorrow.  what's
your current time?
     Ah oh - - 1635.
     Inform Captain Halstead that the Constellation Class AS KSTS,
Captain Spktm, will be 'ported to join you at 0800 your time tomorrow.
     what do I have to do?  A thin line of barely contained fear
trembled in the mental voice.
     Nothing, Stierlman, Thian said kindly.  You 're already there and
we've only to join you.
     Two days later 'we've only' was a choice of words that Thian with
any of the 'portations but it had been a draining process for the T-is
and T-2s who bore the brunt of each merge.
     The fact that each merge had different components also added to
the strain on the merge focus.  The second day, after a hasty
conference, Thian 'ported back specially selected 3s and 4s from those
whose ships had already joined Squadron D. Rojer had gone to the KSTS
to strengthen future links since Stierlman was useless.
     Thian had reluctantly sent Alison-Anne to the Genessee with orders
for her to report to the Valparaiso and find out what was wrong with
Stierlman.
     He had occasion to wonder if he shouldn't perhaps have brought the
Washington across first and managed from there.  But he had no cogent
reason why that would have worked better.  Especially once he managed
the final and major merge that 'ported the Nebula class ship.
     Now, anyone wakes either Roj or myself any reason short of a
Hiverfleet materializing in front of us, I'll kill 'im.
     So help me, I Thian sighed with immense relief as his heavy,
hurting head touched the softness of his pillow and he was immediately
asleep.
     Though Alison-Anne swore herself blind that Thian had slept
fourteen hours without moving, that his 'Dinis had been up and about
and eaten and were giving their usual tutorials, Thian was positive he
had only just put his head to the pillow when she shook him awake.
     'I am sorry, Thian, honey, but Rojer says you've got to talk to
Earth Prime, too.  It's real urgent.' She separated the last two words
to emphasize them, her face so bad-news blank that he didn't want to
'look' in his present half-conscious state.  He drank the stimulant
beverage she handed him, grateful that it was cool enough to drink off
quickly.
     He grabbed the clean ship suit she handed him and, slipping his
feet into the soft-soled shoes he preferred, strode across the lounge
to the ready room.  He had worked the kinks out of his shoulders and
his neck by the time the door opened for him.  Both Rojer and Clancy
were on their couches; Semirame KIoo leaned against the wall, arms
crossed on her chest, watching their faces which were blank with
concentration.  She glanced briefly away from them as Thian entered and
jerked her head for him to take his place fast.
     He had already picked up the thread of mental message which the
two were receiving.
     inform the captains to prepare.  I know the missiles are heavy
work but you 're going to need all you can stuff on board Jeff sounded
as if he'd let off a long whistle of Thian!  Good morning, said Earth
Prime, aware of his entry into the discussion.  Briefly, I'll repeat
what I've detailed to Rojer arid Clancy.  Those warning beacons the
squadrons have been setting in the heliopause of Hive-occupied worlds
are going off one after another.  Captain Soligen informs us that
Squadron B is in pursuit of two and worried about another one or two
coming up behind them.  With only two Galaxy class and two destroyers,
one of them minus significant numbers of its ordinary complement, she
is not really equipped to tackle two or more Hivers and their
complement of over-armed scouts.  Nor does she have the new Hive-hull
piercing missiles.
     Did that mad 'Dini captain set off in the captured sphere?
     Thian thought with a groan.  Did Captain Kimi have any armament?
     Did Flavia tell it where we figured the missile controls were?
     Easy, Thian.  Flavia and the others 'ported Klml into CThrf space
a week ago.  Laria says it arrived, scared the short hairs off half the
'Dini population, but let's deal with your current situation.  Thian
had never heard quite that tone of voice from his grandfather before
and concentrated on this briefing.  With alarms going off all over the
Alliance, the High Council is reluctant to send additional units to
support you, despite the fact that you'll obviously have a fight on
your hands even with the two squadrons already in your quadrant.  But,
before you give Captain Ashiant the good news, can you give me any
information on this totally unexpected mobilization of spheres?  High
Council is rather - upset, you might say.  Thian grinned, reassured by
that flicker of Earth Prime's usual wry delivery.  what's this Rojer
was telling me about a new homeworld sun?
     That looks a much more valid theory now that the Hivers have
reacted.  I'm also afraid that the theory that Hivers do not have
communications just got knocked down a worm-hole.
     amazement.  The High Council is going to be scared shitless.
     Not as badly as I am, sir.  This Fleet set beacons, too, you know,
and Commander Kloo just handed me a note which confirms that those four
beacons have gone off With the two or three Captain Soligen can account
for, we can now add another four, AND the one we're chasing.
     Seven, possibly eight?  And they can communicate with each other?
     why now?  Jeff sounded exasperated.
     I think, sir, we've made the mistake of tpresuming' too much about
the Hivers.
     Obviously.  Let's get back to this homeworld theory.
     The Hivers' homeworld sun went nova.  They sent out the three Hive
spheres to find the right sort of primary with an M-5 planet to replace
what they'd lost.  The way we're seeing it now is that the original
three spheres the 'dinis came across were an advance group, spreading
out to look for just the right primary which is why they by-passed so
many likely colonial M-5s.  The Great Sphere was following with
everything else needed to set up the new base.  So let's operate on the
theory - because I don't want to presume anything I can't prove about
the Hivers - that this Sphere Three is the lucky one and has located
the primary they want with the sort of planet --they need.  They are
either inviting others to come see and/or want additional groups to
secure the world.  Or, and I like this -possibility less, Three knows
it's being pursued and has broadcast for assistance, it being the last
exploratory ship left.
     --Or all of them!
     Oh!  There was a pause while Jeff Raven assimilated that
information.  Well, we - the Alliance - certainly can't let them
establish a new home base.  look, inform Captain Ashiant of the
situation within the Alliance.  Assure him that we will supply whatever
new missiles and material you can 'port out there but he's got to make
do with the two Fleet elements in that quadrant.  The High Council is
adamant that all other Fleet units remain deployed within the Alliance
to counteract any Hive intrusions.  I'll do all I can, personally and
professionally, to help you, Thian.
     Thank you, sir.
     Damn it, boy, I didn't think I was letting you, any of you, in for
a WAR!  Jeff sounded more indignant than alarmed for their sakes.
     Sir, we won't let you down!
     Remember this, Primes, and Clancy, and I've said this to Flavia,
you Talents are to preserve yourselves!
     That we will, you may be sure of it.  Thian put a good deal of
strength in that assurance.
     I'd better be, was Jeff Raven's final word.
     Rojer and Clancy regarded Thian with sardonic expressions as they
all sat at the end of that 'pathing.
     'And how are we going to do that, bra,' Rojer asked, 'when we know
the mortality rate of escape pods in a Hive encounter?' Thian started
to chuckle, then his amusement so overcame him that he fell to one side
on the couch while the others regarded him as if he'd lost his wits.
     'Rojer you should .  know what's so funny.  You did it yourself We
use a variant of the Genessee ploy!  It's the only logical course of
action!  Hell, we know the insides of a sphere ship like we know a
Tower.
     All we have to do is get close enough.  And not all that close
either.
     Semirame KIoo was actually the first to perceive what Thian was
thinking and stared at him with an awed expression.  'That's no way to
fight a war, Thian Raven-Lyon!' 'Who was it said that all's fair in
love and war!  Hell's bells, Rome, why should more than the enemy die
in a war they started?' 'The 'Dini won't look at it quite the same way,
Clancy reminded him.  'They achieve honour destroying Hiver ships.
     Thian dismissed that.  'They still have the scouts to take out.
     That'll give them glory enough.  If I knew the insides of a scout
as well as I do a sphere, we might be able to work out something inside
'em, too.
     'D'you think Ashiant will go along with this bright plan of
yours?' KIoo asked sceptically.
     'Well, I think it'd be best if we let them all steam a bit.  It
wouldn't be for me to act, as Grandmother says, like a cocky kid.  But
didn't the 'Dinis approach us to form a mutual protection Alliance
because we managed to defeat the sphere with no casualties on our
side?' 'What was it you said to Granddad, Thi?' Rojer asked, cocking
his head at his brother.  'About presuming something we don't know for
sure?' 'For one thing, Thian,' Clancy put in, 'using our kinesis to
shield against Hiver missiles has a finite limit - our individual
strengths.  I'll be frank.  I'd about run out of the energy to keep up
the necessary gestalt on the Franklin before the engagement ended.'
Rojer nodded.
     'Shielding ought not to be so great a problem.  Look, let's inform
Captain Ashiant.  Even my solution's going to need more naval tactics
than I know.' 'Glad to hear you admit it, Thi,' said KIoo with
approval.  'But if I grasped your plan properly, it'd save a halacious
amount of lives!' Ashiant heard the report with a blank expression but
the way his eyes blinked rapidly from time to time and the way they
moved over items on his desk told Thian, who knew him the best, that he
was already mulling over available options.  At the point where Thian
said that the High Council was keeping all additional units in Alliance
space, he grimaced and 'hmmmd' deep in his throat.
     'I can understand that,' he said, allowing the words to emerge on
a long expelled breath.  'We shall first take Earth Prime up on his
offer to send us more missiles and whatever other supplies the Fleet
needs topping up.' He tapped the connection to the bridge.  'Mr Wasiq,
please call a red emergency session of all captains, first officers,
gunnery and commissary personnel.  The Primes will be standing by to
'port carriers to the Washington.  Mr Vandermeer, clear the landing bay
and be ready to receive human and 'Dini visitors appropriately.' Having
given the necessary preliminary orders, Ashiant sat very still, not
even steepling his fingers as he sometimes did, his eyes unfocused but,
if Thian couldn't read the thoughts, he was aware of intense mental
activity --Abruptly Ashiant rose and, with an odd explosion of breath
from his slightly opened mouth, pulled the blouse of his shipsuit down.
     'We have quite a job of work ahead of us, don't we?' Thian nodded.
     Rojer, Clancy and KIoo shot Thian curious glances but he ignored
them.
     'Rojer, would you be kind enough to discover from Captain
Soligen's Primes, what course setting she's currently on in her pursuit
of the two spheres?  If she knows which systems they emerged from, and
where the third one might come from?' Then he looked at Thian.  'Has
Squadron B been informed of the total picture?' 'Earth Prime was not
specific on that point, sir.
     Ashiant nodded.  'Theri tell her, Rojer, and, as tacffully as
possible, ask her to refrain from taking direct action.  I think we
have presumed too much from too little substantiated information -'
Ashiant missed the look Thian received from the others, '. . . but from
all the 'Dinis know, a sphere does not initiate space attacks.
     Let us hope they are, as has been their custom, singleminded in
their current mission.
     Ashiant began to pace then, hands behind his back.
     'We don't yet know if their comparable primary has been
discovered, do we?  How far ahead could you 'port a scout, Prime?'
'Using the mass of Sphere Three as one reference point, we could
possibly send it that much further beyond as the distance between our
current position and the sphere's.' We've never done anything like
that, Thian, Rojer said, his mind tone aghast with consternation.
     I think we may have to do a lot of things that haven't been done
before, Roj.  But I know we could manage that.
     The exchange was so brief that Thian did not miss Ashiant's reply.
     'We might be in a tactically superior position if we could
establish exactly where the sphere is headed.
     I know I would feel a considerable relief if that could be
ascertained.
     'Excuse me, sir,' Kloo said, 'but we don't even know what they're
looking for.  How would we be able to find what they haven't?' 'Since
we now have a sizeable file on what they haven't wanted, perhaps any
G-star registering odd fluctuations or variations or sun-spot activity,
or aberrations not listed, would be worth staking out.  This third
sphere - and for the first time since receiving news of the
unfavourable developments, Captain Ashiant vented agitation.  'Bells!
     Gentlemen, this is Operation Number Three.  So, Number Three will
undoubtedly have to make a course correction at some point.  If advance
scouts - we d best deploy all we have 'and he paused to look queryingly
at Thian who nodded with more energy than he felt for such a project.
     'We will be in a better position to cover possible objectives.
     KIoo, you'll command the Revere and, when you assemble your crew,
include Lieutenant-Commander Langio.  She's the best astrogator, and
whatever other personnel might be useful in that aspect.  I'll have to
let other captains have their byte on selections but you're mine.
     KIoo looked briefly towards Clancy but caught Thian's quick head
shake and, saluting, retired from the room.
     The comunit buzzed then.  'Sir,' said the com officer, Eki Wasiq,
'we've replies from everyone and most are ready to lift on the "go"
from the Primes.' Ashiant nodded to the three Talents.  'I'll want all
three of you at this strategy conference, too.' Do we know what we 're
getting ourselves in for, bra?  Rojer asked, echoing the sentiments
Clancy held clear to be seen as the three jogged back to their ready
room.
     No, but we've done pretty well so far, handling matters as they
come, haven't we?  Thian said with a grin as he swung his feet up on
the couch and began to lean into the generators for gestalt.  He would
use as much artificial help as he could, to spare his energies for what
he was undoubtedly to be saddled with all too soon.  And I'm Just as
scared as you are.
     Neither Prime was at all surprised when their 'Dinis entered the
room and settled beside them as if on guard.
     'Who're we to pick up first, Mr Wasiq?' Thian asked.
     'Give them to us in batches of threes, please.
     'Ah, well, Spktm, Prim and Ktpl sound awful eager 'Is there a
'Dini officer available to greet them properly?' 'Aye, sir.' Take 'em
in order, Thian said to Rojer and Clancy and reached out to grasp the
'Dini carrier from the Constellation KSTS.
     'All in neatly, Thian,' Wasiq said, a note of relief in his voice.
     'Next are Captains Shepherd, Cheseman and Germys.' All were on
board within fifteen minutes and, as the Talents rose from their
couches, Alison-Anne appeared with a tray of high-protein bars and more
stimulants.
     'I told Commander Exeter that you'd need watching, she said,
glaring at the three, 'and you will!  Even your 'Dinis know something
big's up.' They don't know the half of it, do they?  Thian said
grinning as he grabbed up some of the bars and deposited them in his
thigh pockets and drained the beverage.  Rojer and Clancy followed his
example.
     'Gravy,' he added, grasping her elbow, so she'd at least get an
empathic reading of the urgency of the day, 'get in touch with all T-2s
and T-3s and have them alert and ready for unexpected duties.' Do I use
the code?
     Not yet.  We've got the strategy meeting to get through first But
if any 2s and 3s are slated for one of the scouts Rome can have her
choice, but I'll want to clear on anyone else first.  I'll need the
best of kinetics here.
     Alison-Anne nodded in response and, while Thian would have liked a
quick embrace from her to sustain him, he approved of her moving
immediately to carry out his orders.
     Rojer, make that 'path to Flavia and find out what the captain
wanted to know from Captain Soligen.
     Right.  It won't take long.  I don't want to miss a moment of this
meeting.
     Rojer arrived with that information and gave it to Captain Ashiant
just as Thian began repeating the message pathed to him by Earth Prime,
along with Captain Soligen's situation.  The three Primes setfied back
then, to wait until the initial reaction was over and Captain Ashiant
called for comments on appropriate tactics.  As Thian listened to
opinions, options and, more importantly, the almost over-confident
optimism of humans, he was half sorry that the recent skirmish with the
second sphere and its scouts had ended so successfully.  Everyone had
recovered from the original scare.
     Confidence was useful - in moderation.  Presumption, and the
Mrdini commanders were the worst in that area, could lead to disaster.
     'Prime Thian!' His name jolted him out of his contemplation.
     'Sir?' and he swivelled in his chair to face Captain Shepherd of
the Vadim.
     'Did you identify any communications facility on the control board
of the Refugee?' 'No, sir, but there was a lot of sort of
end-of-the-row positions whose function had not been identified at the
conclusion of our assignment.
     'Can you find out if such a function has now been recognized?' 'I
will query Earth Prime on that point, sir.  And when Captain Shepherd
looked as if he expected Thian to perform his contact then and there,
he added, 'With respect, Captain, Prime's time is at a premium within
the Alliance so I was asked to collect all pertinent data for one
sending.
     'Oh!  Yes, I quite understand though that should be a priority
question,' the older man said, his prominent eyebrows nearly touching
over the bridge of his nose as he fumed quietly over a delay.
     I'Indeed it is, sir, and I'm certain High Council has the Phobos
Base working all the hours of a day to discover what and how.' 'What
good would that do, Shepherd?' Cheseman Iaskedlunfly.  'We wouldn't
have the foggiest what they were saying even if we did access their
communications frequency?' Shepherd considered that but refused to
concede.
     'We'd at least know when they were contacting each other, and, if
we could determine the direction, be warned from what other quadrants
we might expect additional units to join Number Three.  I'll be candid,
Cheseman, Ashiant, one sphere posed enough problems.  We may have the
state-of-the-art missiles which have now proven effective, but the
possibility of eight - or more such ships, plus twenty-four of those
over-kill scouts makes a formidable adversary.' 'We have reinforcements
'Germys began, pausing to frown at the ensign who entered as discreetly
as possible to give Ashiant a note.
     Shepherd took advantage of that pause and sprang in with: ' Who
are themselves not in a favourable situation with a possible third
sphere coming up their ass.  And what's this, Ashiant, about sending
the scouts out ahead of Number Three, to try to find the one G-star in
I don't know how many astronomical lengths ahead of us that these
spheres could be homing in on?  If that is what they're doing?  And
what is their sudden mass mobilization all about?  Frankly, I think
they're assembling a punitive force to despatch this Fleet and end its
threat to their colonial expansionism!' 'Captain,' and Spktm rose to
its full height, 'what the Hivers do now has never been seen in the two
hundreds of years that we have been opposing them.  We Mrdini find
ourselves in accord with the theory that the three spheres and the
Great Sphere went in search of a homeworld to replace the one that was
burned up.  It is regrettable that the specific nature of that primary
is unknown - Ashiant rose, bowing apologies to Spktm for an
interruption in its peroration.  'As to that, honoured Captain, the
specific nature of the Hive primary is known.' He smiled as everyone
eagerly awaited his next words and waved the note in his hand.  'As you
know, we've been examining the systems which the Hivers have by-passed,
but one of our bright young astronomically inclined ensigns, Cyra
Charteris, hit on the notion of examining tapes from the astronomical
files of the Hive quadrant and comparing them with those taken by your
good seW Spktm, while at the nova site.  We now know that primary's
spectrum signature!' His ringing voice echoed in the brief silence.
     Then everyone began to talk at once.
     'Then I see no bar at all to sending the scouts out to home in on
that star before Number Three can,' Shepherd said, almost shouting to
be heard.
     'We approve,' Spktm said, raising its voice above the second spate
of excitement.  'But,' and it raised its flipper-like arm, its digits
displaying in a fan-like motion, 'there are still eight spheres to be
disabled, preferably before any reach this star.  They would fight more
fiercely than ever before to protect it.  And to deny us the way to
such a reverent destination.' 'They will fight with madness never
seen,' Prim said.
     'Even the new missiles might not work.' 'They'll work, all right,'
Thian said, suddenly rising to attract everyone's attention, '-if
they're put where they will do the most damage and that is a Talent we
possess!' That momentary silence was broken by a burst of laughter from
Commander Yngocelen of the Vadim.
     'Thian Lyon, you have made my day!' And he gave a triumphant whoop
of delight, jumping to his feet.
     'Don't you all see what the Prime proposes?  I mean, with that
technique, it doesn't matter a hoot in hell how many spheres come after
us, they get a missile where it'll do the most good and booom!' He
clapped his hands together and then extended his arms outward.
     'This is the Genessee ploy in a new guise.  And it means we don't
even have to get in range of any sphere to destroy it.  We'll only need
to know where it is!  Thian, Rojer and Clancy here plant the missile
hey, it doesn't even have to be a missile 'Which actually wouldn't fit
in a sphere engine room - Rojer remarked, grinning at Yngocelen's
enthusiasm.
     - Whatever,' and Yngie flicked that minor detail away with one
long-fingered hand.  'The package can be delivered and the sphere is
history!' 'BUT THAT IS NOT THE WAY MRDINIS FIGHT HIVE SHIPS, said
Captain Ktpl of the Galaxy class KLTS.  Its fur ruffled in agitation
and it looked across to Spktm who was still on its feet, glancing from
one human speaker to another.
     MOST RESPECTED SIR,' Thian said first to Spktm and, bowing to
Ktpl, 'MRDINIS SOUGHT HUMAN AID BECAUSE WE DESTROYED A HIVE SPHERE WITH
NO LOSS OF LIFE AMONG US.  NO HUMAN BLOOD WAS SPILT.  TOO MUCH MRDINI
BLOOD HAS BEEN SPILT IN TWO HUNDREDS OF YEARS.  NOW IS THE TIME TO END
THAT WASTE OF COLOUR'S BLOOD AND SPEND YOUR TIME FINDING NEW WORLDS ON
WHICH TO LIVE AT PEACE.  YOU SOMETIMES FIND OUR CAUTION COWARDLY - .  A
rumble of protest from as many human throats as Mrdini briefly
interrupted him.  'BUT WE HUMANS DO NOT RE-CREATE AS MRDINIS MAY SO WE
ARE CAREFUL OF THE ONE LIFE WE HAVE.' Thian wondered whether he had
overstepped the bounds to inteiject that fact but he had to assume all
Mrdinis of Spktm's, and probably Prim's, status would know of the
re-creation of Kat and Gil.  'THERE WILL BE FIGHTING ENOUGH TO SATISFY
HONOUR BUT FEWER DEATHS TO CAUSE GRIEF.  LET US HUMANS DO WHAT YOU
SOUGHT US OUT TO DO - DESTROY THE HIVER THREAT WITH THE LEAST POSSIBLE
LOSS OF ALLIANCE MEMBERS.
     The few human captains and commanders who had not followed all his
impassioned speech were quickly given its gist.  Even Shepherd looked
approving.  Spktm bowed to Thian from its mid-section with great
dignity and resumed its chair, thus acknowledging Thian's points.
     Hey, bra, good points!
     Thian, you're marvellous, came Alison-Anne's comment.
     I'm with you, Lyon, was KIoo's enthusiastic acknowledgement.
     This is supposed to be a high-level top-secret strategy meeting
but, Kloo, kiss that ensign of yours who had the wits to compare
astronomical tapes!
     Not quite.  I'll leave that for you or Rojer!
     Ashiant rose and banged the gavel to restore order.
     'I observe that most of us here are in accord with Prime Lyon's
excellent suggestions, although I'm sure he'll be the first to admit
that we haven't solved all the tactical problems facing us.  But our
priorities are now clearly defined.  Yngocelen, figure out what sort of
payload would be needed to destroy a sphere if 'ported into the engine
room.
     'I'd need a few details but, considering the fuel Hive ships use,
a rather compact package of the right stuff would set off a fuel
reaction nothing could stop.' The gunnery officer was unable to stop
grinning at such a satisfactory prospect.
     'Do we have the requisite components on board?' 'Sir, I believe we
do.' 'That's all well.  Our Talents need to reserve their energies for
exportation rather than importations.
     Ashiant's little witticism took a moment to sink in but Rojer
caught it and gave a laugh which he tried to smother behind both hands.
     A few more chuckles allowed Ashiant to grin in response.  'So,
I've preempted the Revere for my scout crew, you gentlemen had best
decide on how to man the other five scouts the Washington carries so we
can implement the next task on our list - finding the damned star now
we know what its spectrum is.' Thian took that opportunity to lean
towards Ashiant.
     'Sir, if I may excuse myself briefly to inform Captain Soligen of
the diy 'The diy, Prime?' 'Yes, sir, the destroy-it-yourself.  . .
     Captain Soligen

     it's missing here.  So what's this variant on the Genessee

     will be very anxious to deal with those three spheres as soon as
possible and she should.  Who knows how many more we'll have to deal
with!  She's got the Talent to get the ah exportations A flicker of a
smile crossed Ashiant's face.  'By all means, inform her of the
strategy, Prime.  And also inform Earth Prime.  Some of those anxious
boots back in Alliance territory can take the byte and use it
themselves to good advantage.' 'I'll ask about communications, too,
sir.
     Ashiant flicked his hand to speed Thian on his message round.
     Stay, Rojer, Clancy, and keep our end up!
     Thian made contact with Flavia on the Columbia.
     Didn't Rojer give you the course headings?  We'll let you know the
moment they alter, Flavia began, somewhat startled to have two contacts
in such a brief time.
     No, we got that and the ones you're chasing are on the same
heading Number Three is.  However, I've got good news.
     Can you get Captain Soligen in with you so you can voice to her
what I'm about to say?  She can think up her questions as we go along.
     She happens to be in here right now, Thian, so go ahead.
     Flavia, you know how a Genessee ploy works?  Well, we've got a
variant to try on the spheres fore and aft of you.  Are the ones you're
pursuing very far ahead?
     No, and Vesta's closing the gap daily.  I once thought Klml was
rngger-happy, but sight of two strong ion trails have altered not only
Hptml until its poll eye's gonefuchsia, but Captains Steverice and
Hsiang are nearly as bloodthirsty.  They want those spheres worse than
Klml wanted the one it got.  And I'll bet that's one bad-tempered 'Dini
in Cia thinking of what gambit?
     When Thian had explained, he could hear her startled exclamation
and possibly an echo from Captain Soligen.  And the relief that flooded
her mind.  She'd been trying to sound so cool and composed.  Now he
realized that she'd been as scared as he had been until he figured out
the advantage Talent was giving both elements of the Fleet.  Indeed,
the entire Alliance.
     what did you just say to Flavia, Thian?  Zara demanded.
     She's sounding like she's in pain but she's grinning as if you
proposed or something.
     I didn't propose marriage, little sister, but listen.
     By the time he had explained the stratagem, her mind was focusing
tight on his words.
     Thian, that's marvellous news, Flavia said.  You can't hear how
everyone is cheering.
     Now, let's not celebrate prematurely.  I don't want anyone
presuming we've got the upper hand what else would you call it, Thian?
     Flavia demanded.
     We've skills they don't have and never will have, given their mind
set.
     There's still the scouts to contend with, and who knows how many
other sphere ships will come on course.  And the Hivers do communicate
together on some level what good would that do us, Thian?  Flavia
replied.
     None of us know what medium they use for communication.
     The queen made sounds, Zara said, an odd note in her mental tone.
     There were tapes and tapes made of her clicks and stutters and
glottal stops.  I know I'm in a minority, but I still feel sorry for
that one and I'm not ashamed of myself for it.
     Nor should you be ashamed of a genuine act of empathic kindness,
Thian replied firmly, sensing Zara's curious ambivalence.  She had,
after all, saved the queen once without ever understanding how she knew
why she felt so compelled to act.  Did anyone ever make any sense out
of those sounds, Zara?  Thian asked kindly.
     Noooo, Zara admitted in a melancholic tone, then more briskly,
Have any of you bright boys figured out the frequency on which they
communicate?
     Thian chuckled.  I'll bet they're swarming the Refugee right now
trying to figure that out.  Probably going over the one Klml brought
back to Clarf.  Look, I've got to tell Granddad all this, and get him
off the hook, with the Alliance in a state of utter panic.  One of us
will get back to you as soon as Commander Yngocelen's figured out the
specifications of the surprise package.
     You know, it's so strange how things work out, Thian, Flavia said.
     If we hadn't worked on the Refugee, we'd never be able to do what
we are about to do.
     Though Thian felt the same reverent awe that she expressed, he
could never have stated it.  He was glad that she could.
     And if you hadn't been forced to action at Xh-33, we'd not have
had a useful strategy, Thian added.
     Oh, someone would have thought of something else.
     Well, there're more minds to merge this time round.
     By the Cluster, Thian, against how many spheres?  Flavia sounded
aghast at that prospect.  It's just as well there re more sensible
alternatives available!
     She broke off contact then and her final indignant remark left him
chuckling.  He wasn't chuckling by the time his grandfather, very much
Earth Prime throughout the lengthy interview, had winkled every scrap
of all the conversations Thian had overheard in the Washington's ready
room, and had Thian repeat his reply to Spktm - a rhetoric which made
Thian squirm on the couch as he recited it.  Verbatim it sounded more
pompous and impassioned than it had when the phrases and ideas had just
formed in his mind and issued from his mouth.
     Then there was that long pause before Jeff spoke again, more
Granddad than Prime.
     I concur with Flavia, Thian lad.  There has been a remarkable
inevitability, starting at Deneb years ago, that leads inexorably to
this confrontation.  Perhaps the Hivers had had warning as far back as
Deneb that their sun would turn nova.
     You may be sure the High Council will be relieved to hear of this
turn of events.  Not to mention every other fnghfrned citizen of this
Alliance.  And grateful to you and that young astronomer -- -- -- what was
his name?  You didn't mention it.
     Her name is Cyra Charteris.
     Thank you.  ffAshiant doesn't give her afield promotion, she'll
get official word of one very soon.  So get on with the workings and
keep me up to speed.  Or let Clancy make the contact if it's just
information.  Spare yourself as much as possible.  You're in the
catbird seat out there, boy.  How do you like it?
     No more than you ever did, sir.  But I'm here.
     And I - -- -- am here for you, Thian.
     Thian never knew until much later who decided the deployment of
the Washington's scouts, but the three Talents, with a little help from
three T-2s brought in to the ready room for this mass 'portation, got
the six scouts into their assigned positions.
     None of the Talents liked using Number Three as the reference
point - they all caught the heavy stinggpzzt - but they got the scouts
safely past that obstacle without alerting the sphere to their passage.
     Yngocelen had the help of every other munitions expert in the
Fleet.  Late that night, when he came to the Tower ready room so he
could be present while Thian passed the requisite instructions to
Captain Soligen, he told the Talents that it took more time to hear
everyone 5 theories than it did to make up sufficient 'surprise
packages' 'We made a lot more than I hope we'll ever need,' Yngocelen
said, shrugging his bony shoulders and grinning.  'But hell, once we
got started, we kinda just continued.  They're compact, handy little
mothers!' He grinned again and then yawned.
     'Don't do that,' Thian said, answering yawn with yawn as he
slipped onto the couch.
     Oh I'm so glad to hear from you, Thian, Flavia said.  We've got
three behind us unless our sensors are seeing triple Don't fret.  Is
Captain Soligen near by?  your gunnery officer?
     I called Rhodri.  He can take down the information and save you
more effort.  You're tired.
     Never mind.  Link with Rhodri so he can ask any relevant
questions.  Here's the way Yngocelen's made the surprise package.
     Hey, coz came the unmistakable tones of Rhodri Eagles, that is one
neat little dealie.  We've got everything on board, too.  Ah, Captain
just arrived.  I'll see f' she has any queries.
     Oh, Thian, will this work?  Flavia was trying very hard to
maintain her usual composure.
     These men know what they're doing with explosives.  And we know
how to deliver.  Remember where there're all those connecting pipes in
Refugee's engine room, Flavia?
     Yes, yes, I do.
     That's where you plant it.  Detonation can be set just before you
'port it.  Yngie suggests no more than five seconds because it just
might be noticed.  They see better in the dark than we do.
     I've got that.  Captain Sohgen sends you her most profound thanks
and Lieutenant-Commander Searles says it's neat, easily assembled and
he's just left to do it.  Vesta says she's going to do the ones behind
us first.  She says it makes her nervous having those things rolling up
our backs ides.
     I'd agree.  Clancy's taking the first watch so let him know what
happens.
     There was a brief pause when Thian knew that Flavia had not yet
broken the contact.
     Good luck, Thian Lyon!
     Good luck right back at you, Flavia Bastianmajani!  And give
Rhodri a chance to help 'port.  He'll never stop bragging but that'd be
better than his complaining he was left out.
     I had actually decided to bring him in on it.  Flavia's mental
tone held a ripple of amusement.
     While Thian slept, curled around Alison-Anne, with Mur and Dip
snuggled against his back, he had good dreams.  And while he slept,
Flavia, with assists from Rhodri and her brother - Zara flatly refused
to have anything to do with the 'portations - delivered the packages.
     'She said,' Clancy reported to Thian over breakfast, 'that
everyone joined the countdowns and saw the distant bursts that marked
the destruction.  Captain Soligen reports all four spheres removed and
she's running at top speed to join us.  Flavia said that Earth Prime
was delighted.' He waited a beat, ducking his head, his expression full
of chagrin.  'I thought we should have waited until you were awake and
could do the honours.  Rojer spoke out, too, but once Yngie had
assembled the bombs, Spktm couldn't wait to see if they'd work so
Captain Ashiant ordered us to despatch em.
     'What're you looking like that for, then, coz?  You didn't muff
the job, did you?' 'Hell, no!' Clancy said on a nervous laugh, but I
really think it was totally unfair for you not to be able to plant one.
     Thian gave Clancy an affectionate clout on the shoulder.  'So long
as you left Number Three for me - and he fixed his cousin with a stern
stare.
     Clancy raised his hands and recoiled slightly at the thought of
such perfidy.
     'OK, then!  Relax.  So long as Number Three's mine!' 'Only because
Captain Ashiant wants to be sure, said Rojer, joining them then, 'it
leads us to the right star.
     'Twinkle, twinkle, little star.  Tell me, please, which one you
are!' Clancy said, grinning with devilment.
     The two Primes groaned in unison.
     Any word on which?' Thian asked.
     'Not yet, but we've got six scouts doing broad sweeps and it can't
take for ever - - - If Number Two had to stop to resupply, Number Three
must be running low, too.
     'Maybe she did,' Clancy said.  'Wasiq had been running through D's
log tapes and found that they had lost the trail for about three weeks
and had to trawl -- around to pick it up again.' 'Stierlman never
mentioned that.' 'Well, it's in the official log.' 'Bet Ashiant was
furious,' Thian said, cursing Stierlman.
     'With Captain Halstead, not Stierlman.  At least they found the
ion trail again.
     Thian sighed.  'How far behind Number Three are we hanging?' 'Far
enough so there's no chance of any known sensors picking us up on
Number Three.
     'But, if they do have communications 'Look, bra, the spheres that
got blown up wouldn't have had time to send a click, clack or clatter!'
'A lack of communications from ships known to have been operable and
following Number Three would make the rest of them suspicious,' Thian
said, running an impatient hand through his hair, and hauling back into
place the white lock that was always falling in his eyes.
     'Ashiant feels the same way,' Clancy said and then shrugged.  'But
they won't know what took 'em out.  I'd say Great-Uncle is making sure
none leave Alliance space.  Ashiant ordered the KLTR and the Comanche
to hang back and sweep for any late arrivals.' 'So, it's a waiting game
again, is it?' Thian said.
     'Looks that way,' Clancy replied.
     'We can always pass the time making up a few more packages, Thi,'
Rojer suggested.  'We don't know how many Hiver colonies there are, or
how many spheres lurk on our way to Paradise Regained.' The Franklin,
crewed by a mixture from the Vadim and the Galaxy KLTS, discovered
Number Three's destination: a youngish G-type star, matching the
original Hiver primary within .0378 disparity in its spectrum which the
astrogators considered close enough.  It had eleven planets, two of
them with the suitable atmospheres and the correct proportion of land
mass to sea that Hivers preferred, in the M-5 and M-6 positions.
     The sphere would shortly have to make a course alteration if this
were, indeed, the primary it sought.
     Tension mounted in the Fleet while reports from Captain Soligen
that she had 'surprised' another sphere coming up behind her added to
the dismay of those wanting to reach confrontation.
     Captain Ashiant broadcast ship-wide that as soon as Number Three
made that course correction to approach the heliopause of that system,
they would intercept it.
     As a precaution, he asked Thian to arrange the 'portation of
Captain Spktm and the KSTS and two Galaxy class, the KLTL and the
Vadim, and the destroyers KLTS and the Comanche, in case Number Three
sent her three scouts out ahead of her to confirm the suitability of
the system.  He recalled the furthest ranging scouts but let the
Franklin and the Revere remain with the task force.
     Jeff Raven reported phenomenal success with the Genessee ploy and
Captain Osullivan was reassigned to one of the newly commissioned
Constellation class ships to play an active part in the defence of the
Alliance.  His old crew toasted their former captain with considerable
enthusiasm, with Captain Germys springing for the beverages served.  If
Rojer looked a little smug, since it was he who had actually originated
the Genessee ploy, no-one who knew that denied him that right.
     Since Zara remained 'unavailable' for the offensive manoeuvre,
Captain Soligen redeployed her squadron to cover a larger area of
space.  Asia and Mallen Bastianmajani were transferred to the KMTM and
Rhodri and Jes to the Valparaiso: the two Galaxy class ships hung
slightly back of the Columbia's centre and she was guarded by the two
destroyers as she maintained her course following the ion trail of
Number Three, the main Fleet ahead of her.
     Only one more sphere ship met its end by their method but, to the
chagrin of the main Fleet, it gave Squadron B an impressive total
without a single casualty.
     'Number Three's slowed,' Ashiant said over the comunit to the
Talents.  'She's hanging outside the heliopause.  Ah, now she's
deploying her scouts.  Could she have sensor readings of our forward
elements?' 'Whether she has or not, sir, will it make any difference
now when she receives the package?' Thian asked, striding towards his
couch.  This one's mine, remember!
     Gee, can't we watdi?  Rojer asked in a pesky kidbrother voice.
     'Commander Yngocelen, here, Prime Thian, package is ready to go.
     'Thank you, Commander.' Thian settled himself', caught the gestalt
of the generators, 'found' the explosive package where it sat on the
floor of the landing bay, sent his mind ahead to the darkness of Number
Three's engine room, the macaroni junction of tubes and pipes and
'ported the package there.
     One .  . . and Rojer had jumped to the terminal to activate the
forward-view screen.
     'Two,' Thian said, racing on long legs to the bridge door.  When
he got there, Ashiant was saying 'Three' The bridge crew, eyes on the
main view screen, chorused 'Four!' Rojer, Clancy, four 'Dinis and
Alison-Anne crowded at the entrance as everyone said 'Five!' The screen
showed the vivid blossoming of the distant explosion, tiny though it
was at this distance.
     The screen cleared more rapidly than perhaps the watchers could
wish at this moment of ultimate triumph, but the after-image of that
dramatic climax to a long search would be remembered often in the
mind's eye.  No-one felt like cheering, but there were sighs of relief
to be heard around the bridge and thoughtful expressions on every face.
     'Mr Wasiq, check with the KSTS to see if the scouts got away,'
Ashiant said, breaking the silence.  Other muted sounds on the bridge
indicated the resumption of normal duties.
     'Sir, Captain Spktm and the other ships have engaged two of the
scouts, the third was caught in the blast destroying Number Three.  The
captain believes that the scouts received some damage 'With no Minds to
guide them, of course they have, Thian murmured.
     and the Vadim and the KLTS have launched a barrage.  Sir, Captain
Spktm reports the demolition of both remaining scouts.
     'Operation Number Three completed, Ashiant said quietly.
     As Thian lay on the couch, readying himself to report Captain
Ashiant's words to Earth Prime, he felt none of the sense of triumph he
had anticipated.  Relief was the dominant emotion, relief from tension,
strain, apprehension, uncertainty.  This phase of the centurieslong
struggle against Hiver aggrandizement no longer threatened the
Alliance.  But there were all those other Hive planets, and who knew
how many spheres waiting until their populations had swelled to the
point where yet another planet would have to be 'prepared' to receive
the Hive species.  That could be his job for the rest of his life:
finding all those myriad colonies.
     Not necessarily, Thian, came his grandfather's voice softly in his
mind.  Though I'm sure you could pick whatever Prime opportunity you
choose.
     You know Number Three's gone?
     I read that.  I also perceived your state of mind and on that you
have my most sincere compliments.  You are a credit to our calling and
to your family.  A war where only the enemy dies!
     Thian was startled to hear his own phrase repeated, though the
thought would have occurred to more than one person who disliked
unnecessary violence.
     We have won this part of the war, Thian lad, but only this part.
     if it gives your mind any ease, a great many people, wise and
simple, are trying to find out how to control the population pressure
on Hive worlds, in that way reducing the species' need to colonize,
eliminating their aggressiveness.
     Either is preforable to their solution for hfr on other planets,
Thian said.
     War-weary, are you?
     Weary, yes, sir.
     How about finding new worlds humans and 'Dinis can live on, either
together or by the species?
     There are a couple of hot-sun worlds the 'dinis can have all to
themselves, sir.  I gather that we are to explore all possible colonial
systems on our way back?
     Yes, those are the official orders to relay to Captain Ashiant,
plus his promotion to Admiral of the Fleet.
     Thian grinned, feeling pleasure at such a task pushing back the
various types of relief that had dominated his present mood.
     meanwhile, the sociologists and bios and xenobs and all the rest
of that strata of reparational specialists will be using the data the
Fleet has amassed to see if we can't come up with a solution to
containing, but not necessarily restricting, Hivers to their current
colonies.
     Zara would like that part especially.
     There was a beat of a pause.  Yes, I suspect with her ambivalence,
she would and she may join them in that research, especially if she's a
burden on Captain Sohgen and Flavia.
     You might, sir, transfer Rojer to the Columbia !if' you reassign
Zara to a research situation.
     The little Asia enters into that suggestion?
     She does.
     Well, the degree of ousinship is not a detriment, and Thian
thought his grandfather sounded mildly pleased and surprised.  Hmmm.
     Both squadrons will now be assigned colonial explorations but I
see no reason to put the boy through any more emotional stress than
he's already had.  He likes Asia that much?
     Sir, he's very protective of her.  Either a steady dose will cure
him or consolidate his current interest.
     You don't like Asia?  This was definitely Grandfather talking.
     She's sweet and engaging and, when she's out of shy mode, she can
be fun but She's not your type.
     In a word, yes.  And, Grandfather, I've got my own plans.
     So I understand, Thian.  And we approve.
     Abruptly, although a chuckle echoed distantly, Jeff Raven had
broken the contact.
     ROjER!  CLANCY!  Thian shouted.  Did either of you mention - ?
     YOU THINK WE'RE CRAZY!  The two Talents answered in unison and
Rojer burst through the door to the Tower room, glaring at Thian that
he'd believe him guilty of such an indiscretion.
     Then how the hell does Grandfather know about AlisonAnne?
     Rojer shrugged.  'How the hell does Grandfather know half of what
he does?  He just does and what did he just tell you?  Thanks, maybe?'
Don't be cocky, boy, Thian said, with a grin and a punch on his
brother's arm as he passed him on his way to Captain Ashiant's ready
room down the hall.
     Well, give us a clue, wontcha?  Clancy added his complaint to
Rojer's.
     Thian heaved a sigh as he knocked politely on the captain's door.
     just listen in.  I get so tired of having to repeat things - --
'Captain Ashiant, the compliments of Earth Prime who forwards the deep
thanks and appreciation of the High Council and all Alliance citizens
for the speedy settlement of this threat to our civilizations.' Ashiant
regarded Thian for a long moment.
     'Is that really what he said they said?' 'Well, sir, if not,
that's how it should have been phrased.  Earth Prime is deeply relieved
that, as he did say, this is a war where only the enemy died.' 'Not
quite, but near enough to make it a valid comment,' Ashiant said,
nodding acceptance.
     Then Thian grinned broadly.  'I've also the happy duty to inform
you that you have just been promoted to the rank of Admiral of the
Fleet in recognition of your services.
     'Prime, I don't take kindly to practical jokes.' 'No joke, sir,
not to you, Captain Ashiant.' 'Admiral, hmmm?' and Ashiant swung his
chair around so that, when Thian next saw his face, it was as composed
as ever, save for a brief upward slant of the corner of his mouth.  He
tugged at the blouse of his shipsuit.  'That's rather good news and
certainly an honour.' 'Aye, aye, Admiral, sir, an honour to your
family, your colour and everyone serving under you.
     'If you don't mind, Prime, I think we had best wait until this has
been officially confirmed, but I thank you for apprising me of it.'
There was another polite tap on the door but First Officer Vandermeer
did not even wait for Ashiant's response before she entered, holding
out the usual documents corner.
     'This just 'ported in, sir, and it's addressed to "Admiral
Ashiant"!  Sir!' Face wreathed with a broad and happy smile, she handed
him the narrow carrier with her left hand while snapping him one
definitely high-class salute.
     'Well,' Ashiant said, uncapping the cylinder and taking out the
tightly rolled official document, 'well,' and he unrolled it, 'well,
and so it says.' 'May I be the first to congratulate you, Admiral
Ashiant?' Vandermeer said, tears of pride in the corners of her eyes.
     'Why, that's splendid news, Admiral Ashiant,' Thian said quickly,
stepping forward and holding out his hand.
     'I'm honoured to be present on such a felicitous occasion.  My
sincerest congratulations, Admiral Ashiant, for a well-deserved
promotion!' Ashiant cocked a sardonic eyebrow at the Prime but there
was no way Thian would have deflated Vandermeer's moment.
     The news was -all over the ship before Thian finished the further
report and the orders he was to relay from Earth Prime.  It didn't
matter that Rojer and Clancy had been instrumental in its
dissemination.  The promotion was official and everyone went about
their duties grinning: Ashiant was a popular man.
     'So, our orders are to make our quadrants of this great galaxy
safe for us harmless human and 'Dini colonists,' Rojer said when they
were all back in their quarters.
     Thian was grooming Mur and Dip, a pleasant task he enjoyed but had
had little time to do.
     'We signed up for a five-year mission,' Thian reminded him.
     'That could have some dangerous moments, too, Clancy said in a
hopeful tone.  'But Cousin Raven's correct.  There's a lot more to be
done to see if we can't alter the Hivers sufficiently to reduce the
threat they pose.
     'Did those boffins at Phobos Base discover how to communicate with
the spheres?' Rojer asked, remembering that unresolved line of
endeavour.
     'Who knows?  We destroyed all the spheres they could have talked
to.  But there's got to be some way to establish contact.
     Communication might even explain to them - in a much nicer way
that what they're doing isn't currently acceptable social behaviour,'
Clancy said facetiously.  'That would settle the problem and we'll
divvy the available M-5 worlds equally among us.
     'Only the Hivers would want to be more equal than the rest of us,'
Rojer said.  'They breed faster.' By evening, everyone knew of
Ashiant's promotion and he had to tour the messes on all the nearby
ships to take the toasts due his new rank.  When Alison-Anne got off
duty, Rojer insisted that he could as easily 'port the Admiral wherever
he needed to go so Thian should go enjoy dinner with Gravy and Clancy.
     'You know, don't you,' Alison said, a certain remonstrating tone
in her voice as she fixed Thian with what she called her 'nurse glare',
'that you should have had the promotion?  You're the one that thought
of the idea that got Ashiant his promotion.' 'Come on, now, honey,'
Thian said, putting his fingers on her mouth and trying to make it
curve up into a smile.  'Ashiant deserves his admiral stars.  Don't
deny him.
     'But does he realize that without you Primes,' and she included
Clancy in her gaze and rattled her fingers at Rojer in the ready room,
he'd be in deep kimchee right now with spheres doing billiard balls,
with him the 8 ball.' 'Honey,' and Thian's voice raised above her
unexpected championship of Talents.  He patted the chair beside him for
her to take.  'We're all in the same boat, win or lose.  We did win, if
that's what killing all your enemy is about.' With a deft snake of his
arm, he pulled her to his lap though her body resisted him, tense and
unrepentant.  He kissed the nape of her neck and felt her give just a
little.  'Look at it from my point of view, han.  I'm just not supposed
to be a combatant at all.  I'm supposed to 'port and 'path and that's
all I did.' 'Yes, but that's what won the war for Ashiant and all of
us, love.  And that's the only time in my life I hope I'll have to do
that!  Don't you?' He tried to turn her head towards him so he could
look her in the eye.  And then, those tactics unsuccessful, he tried
another one.
     I've asked Grandfather to send Rojer to the Columbia and Asia.
     He's really missing her -- 'Oh, did you, Thian darling!' She was
suddenly supple in his arms again and twisted to put hers around his
neck.
     Neither noticed Clancy's discreet withdrawal, with Mur and Dip,
through the ready room.
     'Oh, what a marvellous idea.  I mean, we've still got years of
this mission and I think Rojer's really and truly in love with her
Thian was more interested in cuddling Alison's pliable form than her
opinions about his brother's love.
     I know it hasn't come up between us recently, he said kissing her
lovingly to end the unprofitable conversation, but isn't it nice to be
able to talk together the way we are and still be able to kiss?
     Hmmmm, was her response as he picked her up in his arms and,
deftly managing to maintain firm contact on her mouth, carried her
towards their room.
     grandfather also approves of us, you know, he said.
     She broke the kiss and stared at him, wide blue eyes incredulous.
     'The Prime of Earth approves of meeee?' With reference to your
complaint about who should get the credit for all this, as long as I
have you, Alison-Anne Greevy, I won't complain.
     I guess, she said in a dreamy contemplative voice as he laid her
gently on the bed, maybe I did have just the tiniest bit of precog when
I first met you Did you now?  And what did your precognitive Talent
tell you?
     That I'd be doing this with you a long time!
     THE END