uniform of a commander, were gaping in astonishment and bringing up their blasters in the way that seemed so curiously slow to Humbolt. Fenrir, in his fury, killed two of them as Lake’s blaster and his own killed three more. The commander was suddenly alone, his blaster half lifted. Fenrir leaped at his throat and Humbolt shouted the quick command: “
It was something the prowlers had been taught in their training and Fenrir’s teeth clicked short of the commander’s throat while his paw sent the blaster spinning across the room. The commander stared at them with his swarthy face a dark gray and his mouth still gaping.
“How—how did you do it?” he asked in heavily accented Terran. “Only two of you—”
“Don’t talk until you’re asked a question,” Lake said.
“Only two of you … ” The thought seemed to restore his courage, as sight of the ship had restored Narth’s that night, and his tone became threatening. “There are only two of you and more guards will be here to kill you within a minute. Surrender to me and I’ll let you go free—”
Lake slapped him across the mouth with a backhanded blow that snapped his head back on his shoulders and split his lip.
“Don’t talk,” he ordered again. “And never lie to us.”
The commander spit out a tooth and held his hand to his bleeding mouth. He did not speak again.
Tip and Freckles were holding tightly to his shoulder and each other, the racing of their hearts like a vibration, and he touched them reassuringly.
“All right now—all safe now,” he said.
He called Charley Craig. “Charley—did you make it?”
“We made it to the drive room—two of us and one prowler,” Charley answered. “What about you?”
“Norman and I have the control room. Cut their drives, to play safe. I’ll let you know as soon as the entire ship is ours.”
He went to the viewscreen and saw that the battle was over. Chiara was letting the searchlight burn again and prowlers were being used to drive back the unicorns from the surrendering Gerns.
“I guess we won,” he said to Lake.
But there was no feeling of victory, none of the elation he had thought he would have. Sigyn was dying alone in the alien corridor outside. Sigyn, who had nursed beside him and fought beside him and laid down her life for him …
“I want to look at her,” he said to Lake.
Fenrir went with him. She was still alive, waiting for them to come back to her. She lifted her head and touched his hand with her tongue as he examined the wound. It was not fatal—it need not be fatal. He worked swiftly, gently, to stop the bleeding that had been draining her life away. She would have to lie quietly for weeks but she would recover.
When he was done he pressed her head back to the floor and said, “Lie still, Sigyn girl, until we can come to move you. Wait for us and Fenrir will stay here with you.”
She obeyed and he left them, the feeling of victory and elation coming to him in full then. Lake looked at him questioningly as he entered the control room and he said, “She’ll live.”
He turned to the Gern commander. “First, I want to know how the war is going?”
“I—” The commander looked uncertainly at Lake.
“Just tell the truth,” Lake said. “Whether you think we’ll like it or not.”
“We have all the planets but Earth, itself,” the commander said. “We’ll have it, soon.”
“And the Terrans on Athena?”
“They’re still—working for us there.”
“Now,” he said, “you will order every Gern in this ship to go to his sleeping quarters. They will leave their weapons in the corridors outside and they will not resist the men who will come to take charge of the ship.”
