He flailed up the embankment searching wildly for a loose stone, then tossed a glance over his shoulder. The navigator lay on his side, half out of the water, blood pumping from his belly, and in his good arm he held Locklear's
w
'tsai
by its handle. As if his arm were the only part of him still alive, he flipped the knife, caught it by the tip, forced himself erect
.
Locklear did the first thing he could remember from dealing with vicious animals: reached down, grasped a handful of thin air, and mimicked hurling a stone. It
d
id not deter the navigator's convulsive move in the slightest, the
w
'tsai
a silvery whirr before it thunked into a tree one pace from Locklear's breast. The kzin's motion carried him forward into water, face down. He did not entirely submerge, but slid forward inert, arms at his sides. Locklear wrestled his blade from the tree and waited, his chest heaving. The navigator did not move again
.
Locklear held the knife aloft, eyes shut, for long moments, tears of exultation and vengeance coursing down his cheeks, mixing with dirty water from his hair and clean blood from his cheek. His eyes snapped open at the voice
.
“
M
ay I name my son after you, Rockear?" Boots, just inside the overhang, held two tiny spotted kit
tens protectively where they could suckle, It was, he felt, meant to be an honor merely for him to see them.
“
I
would be honored, Boots. But the modern kzin custom is to make sons earn their names, I think.
”
“
W
hat do I care what they do? We are starting over here.
”
Locklear stuffed the blade into his belt, wiping wet stuff from his face again.
“
N
ot unless I can put away that scarfaced commander. He's got Kit at the manor unless she has him. I'm going to try and bias the results," he said grimly, and scanned the heights above the ravine
.
To his back, Boots said,
“
I
t is not traditional, but-if you come for us, we would return to the manor's protection.
“
He turned, glancing up the ravine.
“
A
n honor. But right now, you'd better come out and wait for the waterfall to resume. When it does, it might flood your bower for a few minutes." He waved, and she waved back. When next he glanced downslope, from the upper lip of the ravine, he could see the brushfire dwindling at the jungle's edge, and water just beginning to carve its way through a jumble of debris in the throat of the ravine, and a small lithe orangeyellow figure holding two tiny spotted dots, patiently waiting in the sunlight for everything he said to come true.
“
L
ady," he said softly to the waiting Boots,
“
I
sure hope you picked a winner."
He could have disappeared into the wilds of Kzersatz for months but Scarface, with vast advantages, might call for more searchers. Besides, running would be reactive, the act of mindless prey. Locklear opted to be proactive-a hunter's mindset
.
Recalling the violence of that exploding rifle, he almost ignored the area because nothing useful could remain in the crater. But curiosity made him pause, squinting down from the heights, and excellent vision gave him an edge when he saw the dull gleam of Brickshitter's beam rifle across the ravine. It was probably fully discharged, else the navigator would not have abandoned it. But Scarface wouldn't know that.
Locklear doubled back and retrieved the heavy weapon, chuckling at the sharp stones that lay atop the turf. Brickshitter must have expended a few curses as those stones rained down. The faint orange light near the scope was next to a legend in Kzinti that translated as "insufficient charge." He thought about that a moment, then smeared his own blood over the light until its gleam was hidden. Shouldering the rifle, he set off again, circling high above the ravine so that he could come in from its upper end. Somehow the weapon seemed lighter now, or perhaps it was just his second wind. Locklear did not pause to reflect that his decision for immediate action brought optimism, and that optimism is another word for accumulated energy
.
The sun was at his back when he stretched prone behind low cover and paused for breath. The zoom scope of the rifle showed that someone had ripped the thatches from the manor's window bulges, no doubt to give Scarface a better view. Works both ways, hotshot, he mused; but though he could see through the windows, he saw nothing move. Presently he began to crawl forward and down, holding the heavy rifle in the crooks of his arms, abrading his elbows as he went from brush to outcrop to declivity. His shadow stretched before him. Good; the sun would be in a watcher's eyes and he was dry-mouthed
with awareness that Scarface must carry his own arsenal.
The vines they had planted already hid the shaft of their escape tunnel but Locklear paused for long moments at its mouth, listening, waiting until his breath was quiet and regular. What if Scarface were waiting in the tunnel? He ducked into the rifle sling, put his
w
'tsai
in his teeth, and eased down feet-first using remembered hand and footholds, his heart hammering his ribs. Then he scuffed earth with his knee and knew that his entry would no longer be a surprise if Scarface was waiting. He dropped the final two meters to soft dirt, squatting, hopping aside as he'd seen Brickshitter do
.
Nothing but darkness. He waited for his panting to subside and then moved forward with great caution. It took him five minutes to stalk twenty meters of curving tunnel, feeling his way until he saw faint light filtering from above. By then, he could hear the fitz-rowr of kzin voices. He eased himself up to the opening and peered through long slits of shamboo matting that Boots had woven to cover the rough walls.
Am learning, milady, that even the most potent Word loses its strength when used too often," a male voice was saying. Scarface, in tones Locklear had never expected to hear.
“
A
s soon as this operation is complete, rest assured I shall be the most gallant of suitors."
Locklear's view showed only their legs as
modern war
rior
and ancient courtesan faced each other, seated on benches at the rough-hewn dining table. Kit, with a sulk in her voice, said,
“
I
begin to wonder if your truthfulness extends to my attractions, milord.
”
Scarface, fervently:
“
T
he truth is that you are a warrior's wildest fantasies in fur. I cannot say how
often I have wished for a mate I could actually talk to! Yet I am first Grraf-Commander, and second a kzintosh. Excuse me," he added, stood up, and strode to the main doorway, now in full view of Locklear. His belt held ceremonial
w
'tsai
, a sidearm and God knew what else in those pockets. His beam rifle lay propped beside the doorway. Taking a brick-sized device from his broad belt, he muttered,
“
I
wonder if this
c
rude hut is interfering with our signals."
A click and then, in gruff tones of frustrated command, he said,
“
H
unt leader to all units: report! If you cannot report, use a signal bomb from your beltpacs, dammit! If you cannot do that, return to the hut at triple time or I will hang your hides from a pennant pole.
”
Locklear grinned as Scarface moved back to the table with an almost human sigh. Too bad I didn't know about those signal bombs. Warm this place up a little. Maybe I should go back for those beltpacs. But he abandoned the notion as Scarface resumed his courtship
.
“
I
have hinted, and you have evaded, milady. I must ask you now, bluntly: will you return with me when this operation is over?
”
“
I
shall do as the commander wishes," she said demurely, and Locklear grinned again. She hadn't said
“
G
rraf-Commander"; and even if Locklear didn't survive, she might very well wind up in command. Oh sure, she'd do whatever the commander liked
.
“
A
nother point on which you have been evasive," Scarface went on; "your assessment of the monkey, and what relationship he had to either of you." Locklear did not miss this nuance; Scarface knew of two
kzinrett
, presumably an initial report from one of the pair who'd found Puss. He did not know of Boots, then
.
“
T
he manbeast ruled us with strange magic forces, milord. He made us fearful at times. At any time he might be anywhere. Even now." Enough of that crap, Locklear thought at her, even though he felt she was only trying to put the wind up Scarface's backside. Fat chance! Lull the bastard, put him to sleep
.
Scarface went to the heart of his question.
“
D
id he act honorably toward you both?
”
After a long pause: I suppose he did, as a manbeast saw honor. He did not ch'rowl me, if that is-
”
“
M
ilady! You will rob the Word of its meaning, or drive me mad." I have an idea. Let me dance for you while you lie at your ease. I will avoid the term and drive you only a little crazy.
”
“
F
or the eighth-squared time, I do not need to lie down. I need to complete this hunt; duty first, pleasure after.
I
-what?
”
Locklear's nose had brushed the matting. The noise was faint, but Scarface was on his feet and at the doorway, rifle in hand, in two seconds. Locklear's nose itched, and he pinched his nostrils painfully. It seemed that the damned tabby was never completely off-guard, made edgy as a
w
'tsai
by his failure to contact his crew. Locklear felt a sneeze coming, sank down on his heels, rubbed furiously at his nose. When he stood up again, Scarface stood a pace outside, demanding a response with his comm set while Kit stood at the doorway. Locklear scratched carefully at the mat, willing Kit alone to hear it. No such luck
.
Scarface began to pace back and forth outside, and Locklear scratched louder. Kit's ear-umbrellas flicked, lifted. Another scratch. She turned, and saw him
move the matting. Her mouth opened slightly. She's going to warn him, Locklear thought wildly.
'Perhaps we could stroll down the ravine, milord , she said easily, taking a few steps outside
.
Locklear saw the big kzin commander pass the doorway once, twice, muttering furiously about indecision. He caught the words, "
...
Return to the lifeboat with you now if I have not heard from them very soon," and knew that he could never regain an advantage if that happened. He paced his advance past the matting to coincide with Scarface's movements, easing the beam rifle into plain sight on the floor,
n
ow with his head and shoulders out above the dusty floor, now his waist, now his-his-his sneeze came without warning
.
Scarface leaped for the entrance, snatching his sidearm as he came into view, and Locklear gave himself up then even though he was aiming the heavy beam rifle from a prone position, an empty threat. But a bushy tail flashed between the warrior's ankles, and his next bound sent him skidding forward on his face, the sidearm still in his hand but pointed away from Locklear. And the muzzle of Locklear's beam rifle poked so near the commander's nose that he could only focus on it cross-eyed. Locklear said it almost pleasantly: "could even a monkey miss such a target?
”
“
P
erhaps," Scarface said, and swallowed hard.
“
B
ut I think that rifle is exhausted.
”
“
T
he one your nervous brickshitting navigator used? It probably was," said Locklear, brazening it out, adding the necessary lie with,
“
I
broiled him with this one, which doesn't have that cute little light glowing, does it? Now then: skate that little shooter of yours across the floor. Your crew is all bugbait,
Scarface, and the only thing between you and kitty heaven is my good
h
umor,"
Much louder than need be, unless he was counting on Kit's help:
“
H
ave you no end of insults? Have you no sense of honor? Let us settle this as equals.
Kit stood at the doorway now
.
“
T
he sidearm, Grraf-Commander. Or meet your ancestors. Your crew tried to kill me and monkey see, monkey do.
”
The sidearm clattered across the rough floor mat. Locklear chose to avoid further insult; the last thing he needed was a loss of self-control from the big kzin.
“
H
ands behind your back. Kit, get the strongest cord we have and bind him; the feet, then the hands. And stay to one side. If I have to pull this trigger, you don't want to get splattered." Minutes later, holding the sidearm and sitting at the table, Locklear studied the prisoner who sat, legs before him, back against the doorway, and explained the facts of Kzersatz life while Kit cleaned his wounds. She murmured that his cheek scar would someday be t'rralap as he explained the options.
“
S
o you see, you have nothing to lose by giving your honorable parole, because I trust your honor. You have everything to lose by refusing, because you'll wind up as barbecue.
“