"Four hours and ten minutes," Paradoxical said.
"The jigger factor is, where does Meebrlee-Ritt drop us out? Hyperdrive takes "flat" space. If there are masses around to distort space, the ship's gone. Pilots are very careful not to get too close to their target sun. Really cautious types aim past a target system. Just what kind of pilot is Meebrlee-Ritt?"
"Your pronunciation is terrible," said Fly-By-Night.
"Yah?"
"Crazy Kzin. Dive straight in. Cut the hyperdrive ten ce'meters short of death. Let our intrinsic velocity carry us straight into the system. Mart, that is the only decent bet."
"Where is Packer? Still in the waterfall?"
"I will think of something."
"I want you in makeup two hours early."
"No."
"H—"
"Yes, he might drop out short! But he might circle! He might enter Home system at an angle. Our window of opportunity has to slop over on either side." Fly-By-Night's speech was turning mushy again, lips pulling far back, lots of gleaming white teeth. Even Envoy didn't look like that. Sheathclaws must have good dental hygiene.
"We know that he will not show himself to Envoy and Packer after nine days of letting the Blind Spot drive him crazy and ruin his hairdo. You'll have forty minutes to make me beautiful."
"Stet. What next? Decelerate for a week. Drop the boat somewhere, maybe in the asteroids, without changing course. The Home asteroid belt is fairly narrow. Still plenty of room to hide.
"They'll bring you aboard ship just before they drop the boat. Because you're dangerous. Thanks." He'd dialed me up a handmeal. "You're dangerous, so they'll keep you in free fall until the last minute. If we're wrong about that, we could get caught by surprise."
"Bring me aboard? How does that work? Order Envoy and Packer to stun me and pull me through the small lock? We can't do that. They're dead!"
"Lure the technology officer in here."
"How?"
"Don't know. Make up a story. Let's just get through dropout without getting caught."
* * *
A recording spoke. A computer whined, "Dominant Ones, we have returned to the universe. Be patient for star positions."
Paradoxical started the curtain retracting. Stars emerged. I went to the kitchen wall and dialed up what we needed.
The recording reeled off a location based on some easy-to-find stars and clusters. Paradoxical listened intently. "Home system," he said. "We will use the telescope to find better data. Can you do that alone?"
"Yah." We'd practiced. In free fall we were still a bit awkward, but I mixed the basic makeup, then added char to a smaller batch. A bit more? All? Ready. "You do the eyebrows, Doc."
"First I will finish this task."
Fly-By-Night held still while I rubbed the food mixture into his facial fur.
Paradoxical said, "Graviton wake indicates a second ship."
"Damn!" Fly-By-Night snarled. I flung myself backward; my seat web caught me.
Paradoxical said, "We find nothing in visible light."
"Don't move your mouth. Aw, Fly-By-Night!" He was in an all-out snarl, trying to talk and failing. Drool made a darker runnel. "If Meebrlee-Ritt saw that he wouldn't care who you are. Lose the teeth!"
Fly-By-Night relaxed his mouth. "Your extra week is down the toilet, Mart. They're making pickup here and now."
The makeup had stayed liquid. "Paradoxical, give him eyebrows." I brushed out the drool, then settled myself out of camera range. They'd given me the flight controls. Paradoxical on astrogation, Fly-By-Night on weapons.
Paradoxical finished his makeup work and moved out of camera range, fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. I asked, "Shall we talk? Is this second ship just an escort?"
"No. Why make Sraff-Zisht conspicuous? Transfer the telepath, then move on to Home. This new ship runs to some outer world, or to Kzin itself—"
Meebrlee-Ritt popped up bigger than life and fourteen minutes early. He demanded, "Envoy, is the telepath well?"
Fly-By-Night flinched, then cringed. "The telepath is healthy, Dominant One. I judge that he is not in his right mind."
"The Jotok? Yourself? Where is Packer?"
"The Jotok amuses themself with a computer. I will welcome medical attention. Packer . . . Dominant One . . . Packer looked on hyperspace."
"He knew better!"
"Envoy" recoiled, then visibly pulled himself together. "Soon or late, Dominant One, every Hero looks. Wealth and a name and the infinite future, if he has sisters and daughters, if he can stay sane. Packer did not. He hides in the waterfall when I let him. Set him in a hunting park soon or he will die."
"That will not be our task. Leap For Life will be here soon. Transfer the boat to Leap For Life. Haste! No need to take Telepath out of his vacuum refuge. You will be relieved aboard Leap For Life."
"Yes, Dominant One!"
"Packer must guard the telepath. The telepath will attack now if ever."
"Yes—"
Meebrlee-Ritt was gone.
"We have it!" Paradoxical projected what he was seeing against the cannon casing.
Still distant, backlit by Apollo, Home's sun, a sphere nestled in a glowing arc of gamma ray shield, its black skin broken by holes and projections and tiny windows. Dots-and-commas script glowed brilliant orange. "We find heavy graviton wake. That ship is decelerating hard."
"Built in this century," Fly-By-Night said.
Sraff-Zisht dropped us free.
This was not much of a puzzle. I spun the boat, aimed at Leap For Life and said, "Shoot."
My hair stirred. Fly-By-Night's fur stood up and rippled. He said, "Done. Doc?"
"The graviton wake is gone. You burned out its thrusters."
I boosted us to put Sraff-Zisht between us and Leap For Life. Leap For Life had the weapons, after all. I set our gun on Sraff-Zisht and said, "Again."
"Done. I burned out something."
"Graviton flare," Paradoxical said, just as Sraff-Zisht vanished.
"Meebrlee-Ritt must have tried to return to hyperspace," Fly-By-Night said. "We burned out the hyperdrive. But he still has thrusters!"
I rotated the boat to focus the gun on the immobilized Leap For Life. "Projectiles. Shoot it to bits."
Fly-By-Night punched something. We heard the weapon adjusting, but he didn't shoot.
