Poor Khitu. Poor Chai. She was still sobbing, though more quietly now. He laid his head against her shoulder, the only gesture he could make, and said, 'I'm sorry.'
He felt her shiver. Then she said, 'What we do now, John-nee?'
'Can you see the shore?'
She let go the bit of wreckage and raised herself high in the water, dropping back again with a splash.
'I see.'
She laid hold of the wreckage and began to swim slowly, strongly, pushing it and Kettrick ahead of her.
'Give me a minute,' he said, 'and I can help.'
'Bad?'
He tried to figure just how bad it was. 'Broke some ribs, I think.' Everything else seemed to work all right, and if he did not breathe too deeply or thrash about too wildly the pain was bearable. He began to kick, helping Chai as much as he could.
They churned slowly through the water, while the moons dropped one by one out of the sky and it grew darker.
The lake was illimitable, the shore an illusion. Kettrick became very tired and discouraged. But every so often Chai would lift herself up seal-like and tell him that she saw the shore and that the lights were closer, and then her big powerful body would be close beside him again, urging its strength into him, and he would continue to kick and gurgle along, ashamed to think that his human manhood was endowed with less than her courage.
He realized that after the explosion she must have had to search for him, perhaps even dive for him, stunned as she must have been.
'I'm grateful, Chai. I won't forget.'
She swam in silence for a time, and then she asked him, 'What made boat kill Khitu? He go in it many times…'
Kettrick shook his head, 'I don't know. An accident.'
An accident.
For the first time his brain came fully out of shock and began to function.
An accident?
Perhaps. Certainly accidents did happen, volatile fuels did explode. People had died in the lake before this and would again.
But suppose it wasn't an accident.
Suppose he had been too sure of Seri, too sure of himself. Suppose he had forced on Seri a set of problems so great that Seri had felt there was only one way to solve them.
Erase Kettrick, and the problems vanish as though they had never been. Erase Khitu and Chai, and Kettrick vanishes as though he had never returned to Ree Darva, leaving only Seri and Larith to remember in discreet silence.
And Sekma. But of course Seri didn't know that.
Khitu and Chai, the simple creatures who loved Johnny Kettrick and who could not be trusted to keep their mouths shut about his having come to Seri's house. Put them and Kettrick literally into the same boat, and arrange to have that boat destroyed…
Kettrick groaned, stabbed by a pain much sharper than the one in his ribs. If that were true, he himself would be responsible for the death of Khitu.
'John-nee?'
He did not dare tell Chai what he was thinking.
And anyway, no, he thought. Wait now. Seri had said, 'Suppose I say no?' And he had answered, 'I'll make other arrangements.'
He hadn't backed Seri into a corner. He hadn't faced him with anything worse than a decision. All he had to do was say no.
So why kill?
Unless there was some other reason.
Larith? Was Seri afraid she would leave him and go back to her old love?
Maybe. They had both wanted him to go away and he had refused. Perhaps that strange mask Larith had worn had been designed to hide from Seri how she still felt. Perhaps Seri had seen that, and decided to remove the threat for good and all.
He would like to think that Larith still loved him that much.
Maybe, though, it wasn't Larith at all. He remembered Seri's rage at the first sight of him. 'You'll ruin me,' he had said. Maybe he was so afraid for his position and profits that he felt Kettrick would be safer at the bottom of the lake than anywhere in the Hyades.
Whatever the reason, he had stepped into something, all brash and cocksure, and now his brilliant planning had literally blown up in his face.
He began to get angry. It was the first time in his life that anyone had tried to murder him, and that was enough to make him angry, but the business of Khitu and Chai really made him see red. They had nothing to do with any of it. They had served Seri faithfully for nearly eight years. Yet he could do this to them, as casually as he would swat a couple of flies.
It was very strange. He did not remember Seri as this kind of a man. If he had, he would never have been his partner. It must be that he had simply not known Seri Otku as well as he thought he did.
Or else Seri Otku had changed.
'Look,' said Chai.
There were lights in front of him. He could see the more solid blackness of the shore, the outlines of buildings, the outward-jutting shape of a pier marked at its end with warning lights. A breeze began to move from off the land, brushing Kettrick's face, and in the east there was an imperceptible lessening of the darkness.
Chai swam more strongly, steering them toward the pier. 'Get help, John-nee.'
'No.'
He felt her check and stare at him. He was exhausted. His head felt as dry and empty as an old jack o'lantern, and he wanted nothing more than to be hauled up and taken away somewhere to be tended and comforted of his hurts. If it had not been for his anger against Seri he might have quit and let that happen, because at the moment he could not have cared less about the Doomstar or the White Sun or any part of the Hyades. He didn't care about deportation or a term on Narkad. He did not even care about Larith. Love, greed, ambition, and duty had all soaked away out of hirn into the lake.
But he was mad, and being mad made him stubborn, and vengeful, and mean. He was determined to see Seri in hell, and in order to do that he had to be both alive and free.
He explained to Chai that he had broken a human law and that if men saw him they would take him and put him in a cage. She understood that well enough.
'Where, then?'
He pushed on toward the pier. 'Go underneath. Quick. The day is chasing us.'
They swam in under the pier, into black shadow that began to lighten even as they came there. They moved carefully among the steel pilings, and the husk of Kettrick's mind continued to spin off ideas.
Most of them were beyond him right now. He would consider them later. Only one stood out clearly in the thickening haze that was rilling up the emptiness inside his head.
For some reason, Seri wanted him dead. So the smart thing to do was to be dead. Then he could do what he liked about Seri, and Seri would all the time believe that he was safely at the bottom of the lake.
The piece of wreckage in his hands was important. He stared at it as he paddled along, trying to think why. The reason refused to come clear, but instinct made him drag the fragment with them out of the water when they reached the land end of the pier, a quiet cave only just high enough to crawl in, floored with dry sand and sibilant with the rubbing of the lake against the piling.
He made Chai understand that they would hide there until dark. She accepted that with animal patience, shaking the water from her fur, and made a kind of burrow in the sand, taking Kettrick into it with her and holding him against the clammy dampness of her body.
He was cold and miserable. And he began to tnink that he had been a fool. Why would Seri want to kill him? 'I won't see you again, Johnny,' Larith had said. 'Goodbye.' And she was gone. And what threat could he be to Seri
