Finally we opened up a heating element in the kitchen wall, hoping we wouldn't ruin anything, and used it to char one of Envoy's ears. We used the carbon black to darken Fly-By-Night's 'eyebrows.' We bandaged one ear ('exploded by vacuum.') Then we made him wait, and talk.
'Sraff-Zisht drops back into Einstein space. There's an alarm. Do we get a few minutes? Does Meebrlee-Riit clean himself up before he shows himself? Does he want a nap?'
'I was not raised among the children of the Patriarch.'
'He's dropped us out in the inner comets. That's a huge volume. He's not worried about any stray ship that happens along, but he might want to check on us. He still has to worry that the big bad telepath has murdered his crew. Fly-By-Night? Massacres are routine?'
'Duels, I think, and riots. Mart, the cleanup routines are very simple. Any surviving crew with a surviving fingertip could set them going.' 'Meebrlee-Riit calls. Right away?'
'He will set a course into Home system. Then he will make himself gorgeous. Let the lesser Kzinti wait. Count on forty minutes after we enter Einstein space.' 'Stet. He calls. Envoy's all cleaned up. Big bandage on his ear. What is Envoy's attitude?'
Fly-By-Night let his claws show. Kzinti do sweat, but we'd cooled the cabin. His makeup was holding. 'Half mad from sensory deprivation, still he must cringe before his alpha officer. Repress rage. Meebrlee-Riit might enjoy that. Change orders just to shake up Envoy.'
'Cringe,' I said.
Fly-By-Night pulled himself lower in his chair. His ear flattened, his lips were tight together.
'Good. Envoy wouldn't eat in front of Meebrlee-Riit-?'
'No!'
'Our makeup wouldn't stand up to that.'
'No, and I promise not to eat the makeup!'
We kept him talking. I wanted to see how long the makeup would last. I wanted to see if he'd go berserk. A little berserk wouldn't hurt, in a Kzin who had been trapped in sensory deprivation for many days, but he had to remember his lines. Three hours later… he didn't crack, but the makeup started to. We sent him off to get clean.
Morning of the ninth day. I couldn't stop chattering.
'We'll drop out of hyperspace at the edge of Home system. We almost know when. There is only one speed in hyperdrive-' though Quantum Two hyperdrive is hugely faster and belongs to another species. 'If Sraff-Zisht has been traveling straight toward Home at three days to the light-year, we'll drop out in…”'Four hours and ten minutes,' Paradoxical said.
'The jigger factor is, where does Meebrlee-Riit 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-Riit?'
'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-Riit 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-Riit 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!'
