“Shocked. Starved.”
“That latter I can do something about.” He offered his arm in antediluvian mock gallantry. “May I prepare your dinner?”
Brushing past him, ignoring the arm, she headed for the relax room. But Louis always
ALICE DUG INTO A HEAPING PLATE of Tex-Mex. Louis had not lost his knack over the years, and she packed away the food as she hadn’t in … centuries. From a corner of an eye, she caught him grinning at her. “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing.”
Whatever it was could wait till she finished dinner and got some proper clothes. She went back to eating. After a second helping and most of thirds, she pushed away her tray. “That was excellent. So tell me. How soon do we get…?”
She ground to a halt. Rebuilt to perhaps twenty years old, a treason charge and life in prison took on a new aspect.
“We aren’t going to New Terra,” Louis said.
“But Earth is more than two hundred light-years away, or so you told Julia.” With refueling stops and sanity breaks from hyperspace, call it two futzy years. “You didn’t take it on yourself
“Relax. We haven’t gone anywhere.
“Would you care to explain?”
“I tell myself that staying here is useful, that there’s value to New Terra knowing what happens when the Fringe War arrives.”
“We all tell ourselves lots of things.”
“Yah.” He sighed. “Does returning you to New Terra mean jail? I suspect it does.”
“You’re letting me decide whether to go on the lam, to abandon my family? How uncharacteristically not arrogant of you.”
“I deserve that.” Louis took a deep breath. “The whole truth? Your injuries were pretty tanj serious, and I didn’t know how long you’d be mending. Do you think I wanted to meet the family I abandoned, the family I’ve never known, by delivering their matriarch in an autodoc?”
“I suppose not.” She stood and dumped her dishes into the recycler. “I’m not one to abandon my family, no matter the personal consequences. Let’s go home.”
“We will.” Louis hesitated. “But maybe we should stay awhile longer. Maybe there
Her family had thought her dead for five weeks. If she and Louis could learn something helpful …
Or was that her youthful, adrenaline-soaked body craving excitement?
Unsure which, she told Louis, “All right. We’ll stay.”
LOUIS FOUND ALICE in the relax room, working out on the weight machine. Her hair, once again lush and black as sable, was pulled back in a short ponytail. Except for the faint sheen of perspiration on her arms and face, her workout seemed effortless. He couldn’t help noticing her bright eyes, her chiseled features, the rosy glow in her cheeks — or that lithe, sensual body.
Tanj, but she was beautiful.
“What’s up?” she asked without stopping.
“It can wait. I’ll have some coffee meanwhile.” He synthed some and sat, watching her.
She dropped the weights with a
“Sorry.” The mind was a wonderful thing; over the past several weeks it had integrated the downloaded engrams. From time to time the old memories still surged, but they no longer overwhelmed him. “Truthfully, it’s hard not to stare. Part of my mind insists it’s been only a few weeks since I left New Terra.”
“And I was middle-aged then.” Alice grabbed the towel from a nearby hook and blotted her face. “I didn’t ask to be rejuvenated.”
He was young. She was young. Once they had loved each other — but to her that was ancient history.
The problem was, he still loved her. No, he loved her again.
“Did you come for anything other than coffee?” she asked.
“To talk.” Louis hesitated. “No, to apologize.
“The first time I let Nessus recruit me, it was about me saving my own hide. When I left New Terra — and you — agreeing to have my memory wiped, I thought I had grown up. I was making a hard decision. I was acting for your safety, not my own.”
“You just don’t get — ”
“You’re
The silence stretched awkwardly.
“Thanks for hearing me out.” He turned to leave.
“Wait.”
Louis turned back.
“I don’t know about ‘us,’ but I appreciate the apology. That’s the best I can give you right now.”
The knot in his heart loosened, just a bit. It was a start.
“THERE IS ACTIVITY AT THE FLEET,” Jeeves announced.
Louis backed out of the supply closet he had been inventorying. “Let Alice know.”
“She’s already on the bridge.”
“On my way.” So he wasn’t the only one unable to sleep. In thirty seconds, he was on the bridge. Alice glanced around at the sound of his footsteps.
“What’s going on,” he asked.
“A go-away message on hyperwave,” Jeeves said.
Louis had a flashback of hurtling drones. “Us?”
“Not us,” Jeeves said. “The broadcast is in Kzinti. Curiously, it’s in the clear.”
A hissing, spitting yowl burst from the speaker.
“I don’t speak Hero’s Tongue,” Louis admitted. “I can only read it.”
“I can translate,” Jeeves offered.
“Courtesy of our brief sojourn with the ARM,” Alice explained. “Go ahead.”
Jeeves changed intonations. “We address the leader of Patriarchy forces in and near the Fleet of Worlds.”
“Finagle!” In his restored memories, Louis knew
“Because it is Achilles speaking,” Jeeves said. “Or as he styles himself, the Minister of Fleet Defense.”
“Go on,” Alice said.
“Our investigation of a recent incident reveals that Patriarchy ships tried to steal one of our defensive drones. The attempt failed, of course, but this gutless and unprovoked deed cannot go unaddressed.
“Your actions violated the understandings between our governments. The Concordance hereby withdraws diplomatic recognition of the Patriarchy. Your embassy will close. All Kzinti personnel on Nature Preserve Three will leave within one Hearth day. Until departure, all personnel are confined to the embassy grounds. One day thereafter, all Patriarchy ships are to have withdrawn to a distance of…”
“Pause,” Louis said. “This is bizarre. Puppeteers calling Kzinti gutless? Insulting them in the futzy clear, for everyone to hear? There’s no
“So? The Kzinti already planned to invade. We knew that.” Staring into the main tactical display, Alice rubbed the back of her neck. “The local Kzinti will have seen what happened to us and
