Godspeed (29 page)

The trip from the cargo beetle to the living area would take only a few minutes. I knew we had ample time—and made the mistake of telling Mel that. Then every three steps it was "What's this?" and "What does that do?" and "Wait a minute, Jay, this looks really neat."

I drove her along, ready to scream. When we finally reached our destination I closed and locked the cabin door and pulled the navaid from my pocket.

"You're not going to play with that
now,
are you?" asked Mel.

"I am. Or better still, you are. I want to know just how long it will take the
Cuchulain
to get from here to the Net." "Why?"

"Because I need to know how long I'll have to sit on your head. Mel, you don't seem to understand that you're in
danger
until we get there."

"Phooey. I heard Shaker talking to his crew before we took off. They came in mad as could be, and in two minutes he had them wrapped round his finger."

"Sometimes. But you didn't hear what Shaker said to me after we took off, did you?"

"I couldn't hear anything. There was too much engine noise."

"Then let me tell you. He said—and I believe him—that if the crew ever learn that you are on board and are a girl, he won't be able to stop them."

"What will they do?"

I felt myself going red. Back on Erin I had been told lots about sex, but never with girls present. And what I had to tell Mel was pretty extreme.

"They'll
want
you." And, when she didn't seem worried by that. "I mean, they'll fight over you."

"So?" She certainly wasn't making this easy for me.

"And they'll rape you. You do know what rape is, don't you?"

Mel didn't say anything, but her eyes widened and her pale face went even paler. She reached out without a word and took the navaid from me. As she started to manipulate the indents on its surface I realized that what I had learned about the navaid in my blind experiments with Paddy Enderton's stolen model was nothing. Displays flickered into existence around Mel's busy hands, and were gone again before I had time to take in what they were.

She asked one question: "What's the top acceleration of this ship?"

"It ought to be seven-tenths of a gee, but the engines are in terrible shape. No one dares to run the
Cuchulain
at anything more than a quarter gee. Even then it feels like the ship is falling apart."

She touched one more indent, and nodded to the display that formed in the air. "It's an eight-day trip at a constant quarter gee, allowing for Maze direction changes. Twelve days if you use boost-and-coast."

Danny Shaker would go as fast as the failing
Cuchulain
could manage. At best, I would have the job of controlling Mel's curiosity for at least eight days. But she knew the stakes now: her body, and then probably her life.

"Make yourself comfortable," I said. "Shaker told me to go along to the main control room as soon as I could, otherwise the crew may start to wonder. Before I go, though, show me what you did to get that time-of-travel calculation."

She ran through it again, this time including a display of thrust times and attitudes. It was done almost too fast for me to follow completely, but it would have to be enough for the moment.

I grabbed the navaid from her.

"And whatever you do, don't leave this place."

She nodded. Maybe I wasn't going to have a problem with her after all.

I headed for the main control room—the same place where Danny Shaker had reached into the air duct and lifted me out like a landed fish. That had happened two days ago. It felt like two centuries.

* * *

I didn't waste a second going from my new quarters to the control room, but Mel's dawdling and my own use of the navaid had taken longer than I realized. The only people there when I arrived were Tom Toole and Robert Doonan, who gave me a wheeze and a glower and at once hurried out.

Tom Toole was standing near the controls, examining a display of the
Cuchulain
's interior. He pushed his long jaw out at me and sniffed. "So you're one of us now, are you? Replacing old Sean, as the chief says it."

I couldn't tell from the look on his cleanshaven red face if he approved of that. "Not a replacement. I don't know enough to be a replacement."

"Don't know enough." Tom Toole grinned. "And don't flare up nor cuss enough, neither, to be Sean. You'll manage, Jay. Anyway, the chief says, soon as you got here, you follow him to Doctor Xavier's quarters. Better get along."

I think Tom Toole regarded me as being a bit under his wing, because he was the first on the
Cuchulain
that I'd ever done a job for, back before we even left Erin. And I'm sure he was delighted to hear that I wanted to join the crew, and leave Doctor Eileen, because the two of them had been at each other the minute they met. Certainly he didn't need to add, as I was turning to go, "Before you leave, Jay, here's a word to the wise. There's some on board the
Cuchulain
who are no friends of yours. I don't know what you did down there on
Paddy's Fortune
—and don't want to know, neither, not right now—but whatever it was, it got up the nose of a couple of people. That, and the chief saying we have to partition off your living quarters in the
Cuchulain
with heavy duty bulkheads, which is going to be a lot of work and was certainly a surprise to me. Some people will blame you for their share in that work, too. Anyway, don't count on Joe Munroe as a friend, nor Robbie Doonan, neither. And now scat out of here. I've spoke too much already."

For Tom Toole, he certainly had. He was one of Danny Shaker's right-hand men, but he was more of a doer than a talker. I pondered his warning as I retraced my steps and headed for the part of the ship where Doctor Eileen and the rest of our group were quartered. On the way I passed tubby Donald Rudden and Connor Bryan. They were dangerously close to my quarters, hauling heavy-duty partitions. They pointed to them as I passed.

"To keep you in, or somebody out?" Connor Bryan called to me.

They seemed to think I knew all about the proposed separation of my living quarters from the rest of the ship, but it was as big a surprise to me as it was to them. On the way to my old quarters, though, I had an answer to Connor Bryan's question.

To keep me in, or them out?
Both,
and maybe more than that. Danny Shaker never did anything for just one reason.

The meeting with the Erin group had begun when I arrived. I could tell from Jim Swift's stunned expression that Danny Shaker had already given him the bad news about Walter Hamilton. Jim was sitting well away from the table, with Duncan West and Eileen Xavier closer to it and facing Danny Shaker.

I received one quick glance from everybody as I came in, and that was all. I sensed the strained atmosphere as I tiptoed across to Jim Swift.

"Here," I whispered, and handed him the electronic book. "I don't understand most of this, but he was making notes just before he died."

No need to say who "he" was. Jim nodded absently, and tucked the book away without even looking at it.

"Well, why don't we look at the contract, then?" said Uncle Duncan. He was using his most casual and easygoing voice, and it sounded as though he was trying to lower the tension.

"No need for that," said Doctor Eileen. She was
miffed.
"I know very well what it says."

"One trip," Shaker said. "To a destination to be given to me upon our departure from Erin. And then a return journey. Nothing about a second destination."

"But my God, Captain!" Doctor Eileen glared at him across the table. "I mean, this is ridiculous. Of course the contract was written for one trip—we had no reason to expect more. And you were paid triple rates."

"That's standard for winter work."

"And
you
are the one who's telling me we ought to be looking elsewhere for Godspeed Base."

"No." Danny Shaker pointed to me. "
He's
telling you." I became the center of attention.

"Tell them, Jay." Shaker's expression was unreadable. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say, but I was very aware that my words alone stood between Mel and the crew of the
Cuchulain.

I took the navaid from my pocket. To Eileen Xavier and the rest of them, it must seem identical to the one I had found on Paddy Enderton's body. "There's more information in here," I said. "It provides the course from
Paddy's Fortune
to a place known as the Net. It looks as though there, if anywhere, we'll find a Godspeed Drive."

"So why don't you want to go there?" Doctor Eileen addressed Shaker in exasperation.

"You misunderstand me." He crossed his arms and began to massage his biceps. "Speaking for myself alone, I would love to go. But there are complications. The first is the ship itself. The engines of the
Cuchulain
were in poor shape when we left Erin, and they are worse now. I can nurse them along, but they need a major overhaul. They can only receive that back at Upside Muldoon, and the crew know it very well. It will require a major effort on my part to talk them into a new journey, to another unknown destination.
Paddy's Fortune
was as big a disappointment to them as it was to you."

"I doubt that." But Doctor Eileen had calmed down. "What's the second reason?"

"He is." Shaker was pointing at me again. I knew something horrible was on the way, and I didn't know why it was necessary. When it came to finding a Godspeed Drive, Danny Shaker was as keen as Eileen Xavier. Why not just agree, and go?

"While we were down on the surface," Shaker said, "Jay came to me and asked if he could join my party. I considered his request, and discussed it with the rest of the crew. They agreed, but that put me in a difficult position. The information that Jay has about the new destination no longer belongs to your group. It belongs at least as much to mine, and I am forced to respect their rights."

"The navigation computer is ours!"

"Are you sure? I'd say from what I've seen that it's
his.
What do you say, Jay."

"The navaid was given to me." I couldn't bear to look at Doctor Eileen.

"Oh!" She gasped in exasperation. "This is quite ridiculous. Let's get the farce over. Captain Shaker, tell me what you are proposing."

"The minimum that I believe my crew—I am including Jay—will accept. I suggest that in addition he is still entitled to whatever he was promised by your group."

That made Doctor Eileen squirm. No one had promised me anything definite, and she knew it.

"Assuming that the engines hold out," Shaker went on, "I and my crew will fly the
Cuchulain
to the destination that Jay provides to us. If we find nothing there, then you will simply pay us triple rate for the additional journey that we make. If we find something valuable, you will cut us in for twenty-five percent of whatever is found there."

I know nothing at all about business, but what Danny Shaker was asking didn't sound like a lot—a quarter share, but to be split among all his crew. I had expected him to ask for a lot more.

So clearly had Doctor Eileen, because she frowned at him and said, "Twenty-five percent of the value of what we find. And nothing more?"

"One thing more."

"Ah!" Doctor Eileen said, meaning,
Here it comes.

"Only one thing," Shaker said quietly. "If we do discover a Godspeed Drive, I want to be the man who pilots it on its first interstellar trip."

I don't know what she had been expecting, but Shaker's last condition bowled Doctor Eileen over. All the tension vanished from her face. She stared at him, and shook her head.

"Captain Shaker, you never cease to amaze me." She didn't say,
you have a deal.
But that's what her words meant, because she was turning again to me. "Jay, I am in a very awkward position. I promised your mother that I would look after you while we were away. Do you realize I will not be able to do that if you join Captain Shaker's crew?"

"
I
realize it," Danny Shaker said, "even if Jay does not. I intend to take precautions against anything happening to him. His new living quarters will be reinforced. My crew have orders not to enter them without my permission."

Doctor Eileen was beginning to nod, at least partially satisfied, when Shaker added, "And I expect no less from you and your group. Keep your hands off him, too. Jay is smart, he'll learn fast—if he's left free to learn."

"He
is
smart," Doctor Eileen agreed, to my surprise. Then she spoiled it by adding, as though I was not there, "And I'm afraid he knows it."

Danny Shaker grinned at my reaction. "The right combination. As I understand it, Jay has wanted to be a spacer all his life."

He understood it very well, and Eileen Xavier knew it better than anyone aboard. She was in a very awkward position, because Danny Shaker was being unreasonably
reasonable.

At last she nodded. "It is impossible for me not to go along with this. But I too have a condition: Jay must have a direct line to me."

"I told you I don't want you talking to him."

"I accept that. Give him a communication line that can only be activated from his end. If he needs me, I insist that he be able to reach me."

"No problem. Provided that I can listen in on it, too."

"Agreed."

That was it, and the meeting broke up. As I headed for my living quarters I felt more than ever convinced that the new walls around me were going to serve multiple purposes: to keep the crew out; to keep Doctor Eileen from talking with me in a way that Shaker couldn't monitor; and to keep Mel Fury—and maybe me, too—safe inside.

CHAPTER 23

The new bulkheads around my quarters made the inside pretty well soundproof, and the single entrance, which could be locked from either inside or outside, gave privacy. Mel and I ought to be safe.

Of course, you could view it another way. Unless I wanted to go crawling through the air ducts again, Danny Shaker had created a fairly good prison.

I didn't tell Mel that. More and more, I was realizing what a handful she could be.