Power Play Part 22

Obviously swallowing his pride, von Clough executed the barest of civil bows to Clodagh and held out his hand for the bottle.

"What may I ask are the const.i.tuents of this preparation?"

Clodagh shrugged again. "This 'n' that," she said vaguely. "Important thing is, it works pretty fast. Long-term results take more time, though."

Von Clough uncorked the bottle and delicately sniffed, blinking at the aromatics that caressed his nostrils. Then he looked at Ball, who was still recovering from the spasm of coughing, although his breathing was less ragged with every pa.s.sing moment.

"Amazing. Really remarkable." He pa.s.sed the bottle to one of the minions.

"We've been tryin' to tell you," she said, as if talking to a child who'd just burned himself. "Petaybee's good for most people. Hardly anybody gets sick ever. If you want health, it only makes sense to go someplace healthy." Her conviction and clarity in the face of so much pretension and general dog c.r.a.p made Adak want to cheer.

" 'Struth, too," he said, whether anyone cared for his opinion or not.

23.

"Neva Marie? Looks like we got ourselves a situation here." Johnny Greene spoke calmly and soothingly enough to quiet any of the savage beasts who were circling. "We're up to our collective a.s.ses in planet rapers, polar bears, and pumas, so to speak... How many what?... Oh, planet rapers? Oh, a couple hundred, or maybe a little less... Nope, sorry, I'm not going to count the polar bears and pumas for you. Let's just say there's enough, shall we?... My position is about-ummm-a hundred and fifty miles south-southwest of Bogota, pretty much in the middle of nowhere special. It's flat, it's dark, and me, Mr. and Mrs. Ondelacy, and the town council, as well as little 'Cita Rourke, got ourselves surrounded first by these planet rapers, then somehow or other got our position reinforced by the polar bears and the pumas and other a.s.sociated species. It's dark. It's cold. We want outta here muy p.r.o.nto muy p.r.o.nto... I d.a.m.n-sure know I drive the only winged beast in the vicinity but we need help fast. I don't care how. There's too many here to take out and I don't have the fuel to run a ferry service between here and Bogota and I, er, rather suspect the planet rapers would take it ill if I tried to leave without them. Besides, goodness only knows what they'd do to the polar bears... Well, I I don't know what you're supposed to do, sweetheart. Call Adak to call Sean and see if he's got any bright ideas. If Oscar O'Neill hasn't left the planet yet, maybe he could lend a hand... Call Loncie's kids and tell them to send a dogsled posse. But hurry. There's a polar bear eyeing me l.u.s.tfully even as we speak, and I was saving myself for you. Out now, love. I don't know what you're supposed to do, sweetheart. Call Adak to call Sean and see if he's got any bright ideas. If Oscar O'Neill hasn't left the planet yet, maybe he could lend a hand... Call Loncie's kids and tell them to send a dogsled posse. But hurry. There's a polar bear eyeing me l.u.s.tfully even as we speak, and I was saving myself for you. Out now, love. I really really miss you." miss you."

The dogsleds were loaded and the teams. .h.i.tched and ready to go when Liam Maloney mushed in, accompanied by Dinah, his late mother's lead dog, and Nanook, the most companionable of Sean's large track-cats. Dinah, good sled dog that she was, leaped up on Diego at once and began washing his face with a tongue that smelled like fish. Diego called her by name several times, looking over to see the effect on Dinah O'Neill, but she, the human, didn't change expression.

"Kind of you to come, Liam," Sinead said a touch sarcastically. "A bit late, but welcome nonetheless."

"I was delayed," he said, pushing back the parka hood and running his mittens over the ice that had formed in his hair and mustache. "Nanook had a hairy knicker attack on the way here and wouldn't let us proceed for quite some time. I couldn't get out of him what was wrong, but once he decided to move, he all but left us behind."

Sean squatted down and held out his arms. "What's the problem, Nanook?"

"Don't tell me it talks, too?" Dinah O'Neill asked.

"Anything wrong with talking cats?" Diego demanded, rubbing Dinah-the-dog's ears.

"Nothing at all. After what the darling little orange p.u.s.s.ycat did for us, I have become a born-again cat lover, especially of Petaybean cats. I suppose export is out of the question?'

Sean looked up. "Here's another first. Coaxtl is sending to Nanook that her cub-by that I take it she means 'Cita-is in trouble with bad humans. She went down to see Loncie when Johnny and O.O. took the last cube to Bogota." He stroked Nanook worriedly. "While I'm gratified to see that the planet is expanding its communication network to cover the whole globe, I don't have a notion what we can do to help 'Cita."

Chumia said, "That was the other spot on the map in the communion place, then, wasn't it? That's what the waves were for and the circles-there's more trouble down south. You're right, Sean. I've never known the planet to tell us anything about what was happening down there there before." before."

Muktuk shook his head. "My dogs'd take me anywhere, but they ain't real big on winter ocean swimming."

"I'd swim it myself," Sean said, "but the mental picture I'm getting is of someplace far inland, away from any waterways. I can't imagine how the bears came so far from the ice pack."

"Bears?" Bunny asked. "Polar bears? 'Cita's down there with polar bears? Uncle Sean, we've got to save her!" bears? 'Cita's down there with polar bears? Uncle Sean, we've got to save her!"

Sean gave her a small, wry smile. "Funny, that's what she said when she heard you'd been kidnapped by pirates, and you've come out of it well enough."

"I'd take Petaybean polar bears over pirates anytime, take Petaybean polar bears over pirates anytime, gat.i.ta, gat.i.ta," Diego told Bunny, releasing one arm from the dog's neck to hold her hand. "At least they have the planet to answer to. Whereas two-foot Dinah here only has Louchard."

Dinah O'Neill lifted an eyebrow. "Perhaps. But I do do happen to have command of a s.p.a.ce shuttle that could be placed at your disposal to solve this little inconvenience. That is, if it could be freed." happen to have command of a s.p.a.ce shuttle that could be placed at your disposal to solve this little inconvenience. That is, if it could be freed."

The rescue expedition was mounted forthwith and with great dispatch. Sean, Yana, and Bunny were everywhere at once organizing. The snow had not fallen so thickly that Bunny's trail couldn't be retraced in the darkness, and the dogsleds broadened the track. The nights were longer in northerly Tanana Bay than they were even in Kilcoole, but all the drivers and dogs were used to traveling in darkness. Fifteen sleds left the village, containing rope, chain, fishnets, winches, anything that might help free the shuttle. Dinah-Four-Feet and Nanook trotted alongside. Dinah-Two-Feet, as the pirate's representative, accompanied the rescuers, but Megenda had been locked inside the communion cave for safekeeping and to fully recover from his narrow escape from frostbite and pneumonia.

"Let's not get too close," Bunny called to the sleds as they neared the hole in the ice containing the shuttle. "It broke with just me."

"Make way, clear off the trail," Muktuk Murphy's voice called from the rear. "Comin' through."

Behind him he led a curly mare, and behind her trotted three of the wild curly stallions, each sporting a businesslike horn.

"Where'd you get them, Muktuk?" Sean asked. "They're beauties."

"Part of the Tanana Bay herd," Muktuk said proudly, with an affectionate slap on the heavy neck of the mare beside him. "I told her we had a job to do for the smartest, so she picked her own get. They can do more for us in this season than fight with each other over who gets what filly. Not that this is the time a year for breedin'. That's for springtime," he added with a grin.

"Hmmm," Dinah O'Neill said under her breath just loudly enough that Yana heard her. "That's quite a display they're putting on. Didn't know animals acted like that. Showing off like cadets who've just got their pilots' licenses."

Yana shot her an enigmatic smile, as enthralled by the rearing, bucking, biting antics of the males as Dinah. The sleds with their teams of wagging, howling dogs slewed to either side of the trail and broadened their circle around the hole while Muktuk led his mare forward.

"Why don't they just use ice saws?" Diego asked.

Behind her hand Bunny said, "First 'cause I think Cousin Muktuk is showing off for Cousin Dinah's benefit, and second, because it's said that the curly-corns can judge ice so well they can play tag on the ice pack during breakup and never once fall in."

"Fascinating!" Dinah-Two-Feet said.

Yana was both amused and appalled, watching this laughing tourist who had a.s.sisted in their kidnapping, stood by while Megenda struck both Diego and Bunny, and, according to the kids, had been a party to the murders of the Gal Three repair crew members. If Yana had anything to say about it, as soon as that shuttle was out of the water and the crewmen out of the shuttle, crew and Dinah O'Neill would be put on ice with Megenda. Never mind "safe pa.s.sage." Petaybee had no kind of law and order beyond that which made good sense to most people, but Gal Three had plenty.

Dinah O'Neill was laughing again. "Look at those creatures go! I've never seen a unicorn before, Muktuk. Is it true they only like virgins?"

Muktuk snorted with good-natured contempt for her ignorance. "Curly-coats aren't proper unicorns. They'll mount anything. Our Sedna here is mother to all three stallions and, since she's bell mare for the Tanana Bay herd, they mind her right good."

To Yana, it seemed as though the activity of the curly unicorns was frantic, driven, and no more purposeful than to break through any random chunk of ice to reach what lay beneath. The remarkable result was that the effects of their seemingly random efforts were beginning to show. They had made it into some sort of a game, spurred on by Sedna, who went from one to the other, like a foreman, so that every muscular ripple was a challenge to do better; every thrust and gouge of a horn was accompanied by a snort of derision for the others; every stamp of the hoof broke through a newly dislodged block of ice and sent it bouncing off the trapped shuttle into the black waters below.

In less than an hour, during which Dinah, Diego, and Yana were bundled into sleds, the shuttle floated free of the ice. It bounced out of its trap in a wobbly fashion. Then the crew fired up the engines and landed it beyond the ice at the position of the outermost dogsled.

If a shuttle door could open timidly, this one did. Dinah O'Neill was there to greet them.

"Come on out, gentlemen. Throw down your weapons. I'm afraid we're surrounded by superior firepower."

A slight variation of the facts, of course, although Dinah did have her own laser pistol pointed at her. And truth was served when the crew, having thrown out their hand weapons, found them turned purposefully on themselves as the Petaybeans augmented their harpoons, drawn bows, hunting knives, and the two simple ballistic firearms with the sophisticated weaponry. With the crew in custody, Dinah began to climb the ramp, but Muktuk caught one arm, Yana the other.

"I wouldn't dream of taking you away from either your crew or your newfound family when you've just got here, Dama," Yana said sweetly. "I've flown this cla.s.s shuttle all over the galaxy. I'm sure Sean and I can manage. You join the others."

"Oh, curses! Foiled again, I suppose," Dinah muttered. "But, very well. Have it your way. Muktuk, Chumia, you did did promise to share the family history with me and I have a bit to tell you. Shall we return to your lovely home and thaw out?" promise to share the family history with me and I have a bit to tell you. Shall we return to your lovely home and thaw out?"

"Coaxtl says there is a storm coming, Captain Johnny," 'Cita said. "She says that if all will follow me, one at a time, she will lead us to a warm place of safety."

Zing Chi looked down at her scornfully. "This is no time for childish prattling. You people obviously indulge your children so much that they feel they may interrupt adults dealing with such a crisis."

'Cita couldn't help herself. Her wicked streak surfaced.

"They do not indulge children! I should know. I have been beaten well and often, as I so frequently deserve. But the words I spoke were the words of Coaxtl, and no one no one beats Coaxtl. And Captain Johnny would not have a crisis to deal with if you had not caused it! I may be unworthy and a mere child, but you are a wicked, greedy man and very impolite, as well, to come to the Home and take things without asking!" beats Coaxtl. And Captain Johnny would not have a crisis to deal with if you had not caused it! I may be unworthy and a mere child, but you are a wicked, greedy man and very impolite, as well, to come to the Home and take things without asking!"

Zing Chi spat disgustedly. "Your pardon, Captain. I didn't realize the child was mentally unbalanced."

But Captain Johnny gave him the same sort of look Zing Chi had given 'Cita and asked her, "Would Coaxtl know if it would be safe for me to fly?"

'Cita asked and reported the answer. "She says there will be strong winds and much snow and all will be whiteness. We must follow now to find the safe place."

"In other words, no flying. Loncie, Pablo, you heard? What do you think?" Johnny asked.

"Follow your lion, muchacha," muchacha," Loncie told 'Cita approvingly. "We will follow you." Loncie told 'Cita approvingly. "We will follow you."

"We won't," Zing Chi declared. "You think I am fooled by your notion that animals talk? That animals know things that humans don't? Especially about flying conditions. This is a trick to separate us so we can be taken, and it does not work with Zing Chi. Those animals are only waiting until we separate so that they can pick us off more easily." won't," Zing Chi declared. "You think I am fooled by your notion that animals talk? That animals know things that humans don't? Especially about flying conditions. This is a trick to separate us so we can be taken, and it does not work with Zing Chi. Those animals are only waiting until we separate so that they can pick us off more easily."

'Cita had had quite enough of this rude and grabby man. She pushed through the crowd to Coaxtl, who easily cut a swath from the outer ring of animals through the huddle of people. Behind her, 'Cita heard Johnny say, "Oh, no, Zing Chi. As far as the polar bears are concerned, larger groups are a more satisfying entree. But suit yourself. I'm following the cat and," he added, raising his voice to shout over the wind, "if any of you other folks want to get in out of the cold before a big storm comes, follow us, one at a time!"

Hurry, Youngling, the place is far and time is short, Coaxtl said. Coaxtl said.

'Cita felt the warm softness of another, smaller cat brushing her legs and twisting about her ankles, and then the p.r.i.c.kle of claws on her thigh. She looked down into the gold coin eyes of a lion cub.

Behind her, a voice said, "It wants to go with you. I will, too. I don't care what the others are doing."

'Cita looked back and saw the boy she had glimpsed from the copter. He was bending over to stroke the cub. She nodded and Coaxtl preceded her back through the throng to the copter, where Johnny, Loncie, Pablo, and the others from Bogota fell in behind herself and the boy. Zing Chi was shouting at his people that it was all a trap. Not that there was another option open, for the circle of animals closed tighter and tighter around the people, funneling them in behind 'Cita's group.

As Coaxtl reached the outer edge of the humans, she stepped forward, 'Cita following, and marched with great unconcern between two long ranks of animals with fetid breath, white teeth, and shining eyes.

24.

Yana had Louchard's shuttle pilot-prompted by a saccharine order elicited from Dinah-Two-Feet-run her through the checklist to be sure there weren't any surprises on this slightly-less-orthodox-than-usual vessel.

Then Marmion, Namid, Bunny, Diego, and the villagers began the trek back to Tanana Bay with their prisoners. Muktuk suggested that Marmion and Namid ride back on curly-coats, an exercise that enchanted Marmion and caused Dinah O'Neill to protest.

"I don't see why I can't ride one of those lovely creatures," she cried, with a flirtatious appeal to her new kinsman. "Muktuk, dear, you did did say they were not the virgin-exclusive sort of mythical-beastie unicorns, and I say they were not the virgin-exclusive sort of mythical-beastie unicorns, and I am am quite a good rider." quite a good rider."

"I'm sure you are, cousin," Chumia said firmly before her mate could be cajoled. "But since you've fallen in with evil companions who are known to be a bit free with other folks' property, we'd like to get to know you better before we entrust one of our curlies to you."

Dinah opened her mouth and closed it again, nonplussed, then allowed herself to be bundled onto one of the sleds. She did sufficiently recover her aplomb after being so uncompromisingly confronted to complain in an exaggerated whine that a dogsled was not the same thing as a unicorn ride at all.

On board the shuttle, Yana used the pirate comm unit to monitor the Intergal satellite. Not only would it still be night for another six hours at Bogota, but the whole of the southern continent was wrapped in a ma.s.sive blizzard, making flying inadvisable.

"I could try," she said. "I hate to leave 'Cita in the lurch."

Sean thought for a moment and shook his head decisively. "No. Johnny's there and the copter, and Coaxtl won't let anything happen to her. If those two can't take care of her, we won't add much to the equation, especially with you half-frozen and about to drop."

So they bedded down on the shuttle, happily warming each other, to await a more appropriate time to start their journey. They didn't get to sleep immediately: they had been parted a long time for newlyweds. Nanook, who had insisted on staying with them, discreetly adjourned to the next cabin.

When they awoke, Yana checked the comm unit again, once more monitoring the Intergal Station for a weather check. Though they'd land in daylight now, the weather was no better; but they decided not to delay any further. After all, they had the map that Petaybee itself had presented to them, indicating all the trouble spots, and Sean knew the coordinates of Bogota. In a shuttle of this cla.s.s, it was not a long journey, but their destination was lost in the swirling ma.s.s of a first-rate late-spring blizzard.

"I'm a good pilot," Yana insisted to Sean as she fought the controls. The winds buffeted the st.u.r.dy s.p.a.ceworthy shuttle. "But I was too preoccupied to pay much attention to my surroundings the last time I was here. What am I looking for exactly?"

"A cl.u.s.ter of buildings..."

"Which I can't see in what is virtually a whiteout." There was a slight edge to her voice, because Yana was prudently aware of her limitations. Piloting a shuttle when you could see where you were going, even if you didn't know what you were looking for, was one thing. Flying blind over unfamiliar terrain in these conditions without a beacon to set you down was another.

"Put us down anywhere. Nanook'll reconnoiter," Sean said understandingly.

"He'll know where we are?"

"He'll be in touch with Coaxtl. And while Coaxtl may not know where we are, he'll know where he he is, and can give Nanook directions in-er-cat terms, I suppose." is, and can give Nanook directions in-er-cat terms, I suppose."

"Which you will then translate to coordinates I can follow, huh?" Yana shook her head in doubt, glancing from the white-on-white outside and back to Nanook.

Sean gave her one of his slow cryptic smiles. "He operates best in these conditions."

The shuttle sank a little farther, settling into the snow. Nanook was already at the shuttle lock. He gracefully leapt out and almost instantly disappeared from view; only a thrashing of the snow in his path indicated his direction.

Yana looked over at Sean. "Now what do we do?"

Sean grinned. "Wait."

With a bit of chopping and changing, Tanana Bay folks were able to find enough warm clothing to equip Dinah, Megenda, and the two pirates most recently freed from the shuttle. Their clothing was only suitable to the controlled environment on s.p.a.ceship or shuttle. In helping Dinah, Marmion felt a heavy rectangle under Dinah's light jacket and, with a sleight of hand worthy of a less respectable profession, slipped it out of the pocket. Then, with a flurry, she began to hustle Dinah and the crew down the stairs into the communion place with the sure knowledge that they could not escape. Nor would Dinah have the time to realize she was without that device, whatever it was.

"That should keep them safe," Muktuk said, flipping the rug over the trapdoor.

"And undoubtedly change their att.i.tudes," Sinead said with great satisfaction. "With so many types coming down to see what Petaybee has to offer, maybe the first thing we ought to offer them is communion time."