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Crisis on Doona

by Anne McCaffrey &

Synopsis:

For 25 years, humans and the cat-like alien Hrrubans have lived together
on the unspoiled planet of Doona.  But when their treaty comes up for
renewal, someone tries to sabotage all that the two races have worked
for by framing Doona's most worthy citizens for terrible crimes.

Anne McCaffrey was educated at Radcliffe College, Massachusetts, and has
a degree cum laude in Slavonic Languages and Literature.  She now lives
in Ireland and enjoys riding, cooking and knitting.  She is a past
winner of both the Hugo and Nebula Awards, and has written many novels,
short stories and novellas, and various articles.  Her most celebrated
series is the world4amous DRAGONRIDERS OF PERN saga.

MAYDAY, MAYDAY,' A VOICE REPEATED over and over again in Middle Hrruban
through thick static on the audio pickup.  "Anyone who is within the
sound of my voice, Mayday!  We require assistance.  Our ship is down and
damaged.  Mayday!" Todd Reeve and his friend Hiriss, at the controls of
the Alien Relations Department scout ship Albatross, stared at one
another in surprise.  It was impossible to tell if the speaker was male
or female, a Human like Todd, or a catlike Hrruban like Hiriss.  The
message repeated, sounding more panic-stricken.

"Where's that coming from?" Todd demanded, scanning the readouts on his
control panel.  They had just emerged from the second warp jump on their
journey back to their home world of Doona from a diplomatic mission on
the nascent colony world of Hrretha, and had not yet taken bearings on
their position to initiate the third.

Hiriss's retractable claws extended as he reached for the controls.
There was a low humming as the ship's benchmark program triangulated the
distress signal and readings began to register.  The readouts indicated
they were positioned beyond the envelope of a star system whose
blue-white primary glittered coldly on their screen.  "Not too very far
away.  It comes from the vicinity of this sssystem's fourth planet,' he
said in a low, cautious voice that resembled a cat's purr.

"We've got to respond,' Todd insisted at once.

Firriss shook his head, his pupils widening over green irises.

"Todd, we cannot.  We bear the markings of a Trran ship, your
Alrrreldep, and this system is interdicted by the Hrruban exploration
arm.  It would be a violation of the Zreaty of Doona to enter this
sssystem."

"But it's a Mayday!  You have to answer Maydays,' Todd insisted, staring
at his friend in disbelief.  "The oldest naval laws on Earth required
it.

Space laws can't be so rigid as to deny assistance in an emergency.
Someone's in trouble!  They need our help.  Why is this one
interdicted?" Todd demanded.  "What's so dangerous about it?"
-"Explorers from my people have claimed this system, called Hrrilnorr,
for mineral exploitation, but also perhaps for colonization,' the
Hrruban explained.

In the Archives established on the Treaty Island back on DoonaiRrala,
extensive records were kept of the status of various systems in each
species' chosen sector of exploration.  Though Doona was cohabited by
Humans and Hrrubans, each race had committed to a Treaty spedfying
separate territorial rights to all other claimed systems.

"There are trace radioactive elements on the inner, solid worlds,'
Hiriss went on.  "The Byzanian Glow Stones of the fourth planet have a
curious, milky glow, most beautiful to look upon.  They had a strange,
mesmerizing effect upon my people, but even more odd upon the analysis
equipment they carried.  The glow affects short-term memory of both
people and things.  Until the effects have been proved hrrrmless, no one
may enter here." Hiriss regarded Todd, his closest friend of either
species anywhere in the galaxy.  They both knew how Treaty Law read.

Violation of a system claimed by the other species was an overt act of
hostility, which could end in war.  The penalties for infractions
started with grounding of the ship, and could end with them in prison on
a hardship mining colony, or worse yet, remanded to Earth and Hrruba,
separated forever.

Todd set his jaw.  "If we start ignoring fellow beings' cries for help,
we're no better than Rralan snakes.  Someone's in trouble.  We heard it.
The voice said "our" ship.  "We" require assistance.  So there's more
than one of them!  We have to help." Hiriss shook his head slowly,
clearly uneasy.

Todd took charge.

"Look, it's my responsibility.  The ethics of my culture require me to
act." He prodded his chest.

"I'd never forgive myself for ignoring that call and letting people die.
Besides, we're in this sector of space and we could be in bigger trouble
for ignoring a Mayday-if someone else comes by." Hiriss regarded his
friend somberly.  "This is not a very well travelled area and the system
is interdicted." Hrriss then saw how Todd's jaw was set and the
implacable expression on his face and knew that his friend would not
yield.  So the Hrruban gave a slow nod of acceptance.  "We have both
heard the Mayday.  I will say that I insisted on answering though you
argued that the system was interdicted!" The Hrruban dropped his jaw in
his distinctive grin.  "It is better thus.  The initial blame is mine,
for this is a Hrruban system.  I convinced you we must respond." Todd's
expression cleared immediately and he gripped his friend's shoulder in
relief and approval.

"I'd rather acknowledge my own errors, Hrriss, but your idea makes too
much sense in this instance.

So, just this once, I'll let you carry the can for one of my bright
ideas.  Anyway, the ship's recorders are.  .  .  Wait a minim .  .

." He tapped the small illuminated dial on the panel between them.

"Log's not recording, Hrriss.  No movement whatever on the VU meter.

Those flaming Hrrethans.  .  .1 told them the Albatross had been
serviced before we went out on this jaunt.  .  ." As he grumbled, he
lifted himself out of his chair.  "I'll go see."

"That recording is important, zOdd." Hrriss called after him.

"Don't I just know it?" Todd hurried down the narrow companionway to the
engineering compartment, growling Hrruban curses under his breath.

Duplicate meters to those on the pilot's consoles were attached to the
front of each panel in the rear section.  Todd dashed past the standing
cases that operated space drives, life support, landing gear, food
service to a blue and pipeclay cabinet.  The feed switcher in the center
of the panel was on the correct output.  The dials were jumping,
following the audio of the Mayday call still blaring over the speakers.

Obviously the power was running.  Only one set of dials wasn't working,
the one attached to the holographic log recorder at the foot of the
panel.

"Wouldn't you just know?  Those Hrrethans aren't worth the leather they
belt with!" Todd groaned.  Every system had been in perfect working
condition before the Hrrethans insisted on the mechanical-overhaul
courtesy.

Frustrated, Todd kicked the front panel of the device and turned to look
for the toolbox.  With a wowing sound like a bear waking up from
hibernation, the recorder started to move again, its disk turning and
needles moving.  Surprised, Todd glared at it and stalked disgustedly
back to the pilot's chair.

"The good ol' reliable correcting kick.  Try it again, Hrriss."

"A-OK now."

"Them and their "courtesy,"' Todd muttered, watching the VU activity as
the Mayday was now obviously being recorded.  That "courtesy' had been
yet another delay when he was fretting to get back aboard the Albatross
and out of the tight uniform he had to wear on such occasions. Sometimes
the courtesy appearances that he and Hrriss had to undertake as
representatives of their respective cultures' were unredeemed boredom as
well as too much spit, polish, and restricting clothing: this latest
jaunt to open a new transportation facility at Hrretha being an
excellent example.  "Wonder how long that Mayday's been bleating?" From
his training in space flight, he knew the fate of spacers whose life
support ran out.  Recorders on passenger liners kept on until power was
exhausted.  Others ended when no more activity was recorded by the life
support systems.  "I'd hate to think we'd jeopardized everything for a
cargo of corpses."

"We will assume rescue is required,' Hrriss said.

He transmitted a reply.  "Stranded ship, this is the Albatross.

We meceive your message and are coming to help.  I will make the course
correction,' Hrriss added, working without looking up.

As they passed through the heliopause, a wild wailing made the cabin
speakers vibrate unpleasantly.  Hrriss's ears flattened against his
head, and his eyes narrowed.

"Perimeter buoy,' he said, wincing.  "I knew we ought to be close to
one.  Can never dodge them.

Good engineering.  Records even the most fleeting pass,' he said,
reading the control panel, "and our entry.  It will also broadcast a
rrrecord of the intrusion to the Zreaty Island beacon,' he reminded
Todd, his tone gloomy.

"So?  It's not as if we didn't expect one,' Todd said, his eyes on the
screen.  "We're committed now." His remark was more statement than a
request for agreement.

The blue-white sun was a dwarf, much the size of Sol in the Earth home
system.  The Albatross had come out of its jump directly above it, so
that the computer-plotted ellipses of its seven planets spread out below
the ship like ripples in a pond.

The Mayday originated from the fourth planet from the sun, a small,
solid sphere with a ring of eight small and irregular satellites.  The
triangulation crosshatches appeared on the viewscreen and closed down on
a point near the planetary equator, and just passing into the night
meridian.  Anxiously they watched the blip disappear around the planet's
curve.

Todd adjusted the Albatross's course to meet its orbit at the earliest
possible moment.

Though it took a long time for the scout to cross the distance to the
fourth planet, neither Todd nor Hrriss moved.  Todd leaned forward,
elbows on knees, watching the planet and its moons grow on the
viewscreen.  Unconsciously he rubbed at his neck where the tight formal
tunic had rubbed the skin.  Even though he was now in the comfortable
one-piece shipsuit, he still felt the constriction.

Another reason he loathed these formal occasions.

Why they never made the collars or sleeves with sufficient material to
encompass one's neck or biceps Todd could not figure out.

Hrriss sat, apparently at his ease in his impact couch, but his tail tip
switched back and forth, revealing tension.

"That buoy was alive and kicking, so no smart marauder has tried to
blank it and get in for a quick decco.  Of course, if any of those
stones turn up on the market, the vendor's in real deep kimchee,' Todd
said, shooting Hrriss a mischievous grin.  "Or maybe they'll try to tell
us that their equipment's malfunctioning and they didn't "hear" the
buoy." His grimace was mocking as he shoved a finger in his ear,
pretending to clear it of a deafening obstacle.

"I am still uneasy myself about entering here,' Hrriss admitted.

"Zomezing makes my hackles rise." He shook his maned head and then
extended both long arms in a gesture of futility.  "But we have no
choice if lives are at stake. "This shouldn't take that long,' Todd said
reassurringly, making sure the Albatross was on course.

"Not more than a few hours.  In any case, a rescue is surely a
defensible reason for breaking prohibition." He sighed, once again
easing the soft collar off the back of his rubbed neck.  "I'll be glad
when we can slough this sort of duty off on someone else.

I hated leaving home while all the Treaty Renewal debates are going on.
I was needed there,' and he jabbed a finger in the spatial direction of
Rrala, "not there!" A second jab, contemptuous this time, was for the
system they had just left.  Todd's eyes locked on the viewscreen showing
the fourth planet, and he began to tap his fingers impatiently on the
console.

"Will only your two hands hold back the flood tides of disaster?" Hrriss
asked him teasingly, to relieve the tension.

Todd turned red and laughed sheepishly.  "Hope there's no flooding at
all.  But you gotta admit, Hrriss, I speak the best formal High Hrruban
of anyone on the Treaty Island."

"That I do admit,' and Hrriss's eyes glowed warmly.  "Did I not help
teach you myself?" What Hrriss did not add was that, in many eyes, Todd
was the first real Doonan.  The experts said you couldn't true-teach
another language to an adult, but a very young child could assimilate
one as if it was his mother tongue.  Todd, with his booming voice,
far-ranging ways, and quick mind, was the first Terran totally at home
on Rrala, the Hrruban and official name for Doona.  Life on Earth was
too confining, too rigid for the six-year-old he was when he arrived on
Doona.  He was thirty-one now.  His swift adoption of Hrruban ways and
language, and his innate courtesy, made him, when he came of age, a
natural choice for Alreldep's diplomatic service.  Over the years, Todd
had been careful to be most punctilious about courtesies and laws,
schooling himself to ignore slights and insults that often roused his
hot temper and begged for retaliation.

"I feel as you do about the Zreaty negtia~~5, Hrriss said firmly.  "The
arrangement must continue.  I cannot conceive of going back to Hrruba.

My life is on Rrala.  My career, my family, my hrrss .  .  .  and my
best friend." His grin exposed awesome teeth.

Todd grinned back.  "Mine, too.  Well, you'd think that twenty-five
years of peaceful coexistence between Human and Hrruban on Rrala would
convince them,' Todd offered.  "The trouble is, we're the ones living
with it.  I'm worried about the politicians, too far removed from the
situation, who have power over it.  They're liable to dissolve the
Treaty without considering the effect on the people already involved."
"Zat is undoubtedly trrue,' Hrriss acknowledged.

"We have been on enough diplomatic missions to see where the distant
governments have made purely political decisions that are irrrrelevant
to the true needs of the colony.  Theirr continued meddling without
sufficient investigation borrrderrrs the rrridiculous.

"In the words of an unknown but often quoted Terran philosophist, "ain't
that the truth!"

As the first successful attempt at colonization of a nonmining, pastoral
world, Doona was the natural focus of much curiosity and speculation on
Earth.  The Space Department and the Colonial Department of the
Amalgamated Worlds were beside themselves with pride and worry lest the
experiment prove to be a failure, after all' leaving them without
sufficient funding or approval to send more missions and colonists into
space.

Spacedep, as represented by then-Commander Al Landreau, had suffered
humiliation in the Amalgamated Worlds government when the first Terran
colonists found a Hrruban village on Doona across the river from their
own landing site.  No habitation had shown up in any of Landreau's
scans, but the village was discovered very much an inhabited site.
Because it was Ken Reeve - and his six-year-old son, Todd-who had
managed to prove that aliens were, in fact, resident on Doona, Landreau
resented the Reeve family more than any of the other eleven original
colonists.  Not only did the mysterious appearance of an alien species
on Doona seriously compromise the Phase I operation under Spacedep, and
Commander Al Landreau; but also the repercussions reverberated through
the Colonial Department (Codep) for permitting Phase II to be initiated
and colonists placed on the planet.

The most stringent rule of the Terran Colonization Plan was to avoid
planets which harbored another sentient species.

Landreau was not actually at fault.  The Hrrubans had not been "in
residence' at the time of his extensive survey.  By matter transmitter,
the Hrrubans had moved their entire village back to their home planet of
Hrruba, since the winter months on DoonaiRrala were long and harsh.

But Landreau neither forgot nor forgave the humiliation of being wrong.

However, the visionary leaders of both species had decided to make the
best of this coincidental colonization: to prove that two alien species
could interact without exploitation or contamination.

DoonaiRrala became the vital test for Human and Hrruban.

The original colonists of both species were allowed to stay, and more of
each species joined the project, under the loosest of control by their
respective governments.  Both races were determined to make this project
work and prosper.  And they were scrupulous in keeping to the rules laid
down by the momentous Decision at Doona, where a six-year-Old boy
translated the relevant clauses.

The original twenty-five years of that Decision were nearly over and
renegotiation soon to be discussed.  Both Todd and Hrriss knew of the
recent incidents which they were certain had been arranged with the
express aim of creating dissension between Hrruban and Human, rupturing
the Treaty, and, more important, preventing a renewal of the unique
settlement on DoonaiRrala.

Over 100,000 settlers, Doonan and Rralan5 now lived on the beautiful
planet, year in and out, benefiting from their complementary skills and
strengths, and surviving the intense and bitter winters by mutual
support.  If the Treaty was not renewed, the settlers would be forced to
return to home worlds with which they were no longer in charity.  More
heart-rending, staunch friends would be forever separated: like Todd and
Hrriss.

All the while that Hrrubans and Hayumans lived in harmony on their
planet, space exploration had exploded in all directions-always aware
that each species was forbidden to explore sectors clearly marked with
space buoys of the other.

Although Landreau never forgave either species, he had gone on to
discover so many other systems and planets useful to his owaiRrala were
long and harsh.

But Landreau neither forgot nor forgave the humiliation of being wrong.

However, the visionary leaders of both species had decided to make the
best of this coincidental colonization: to prove that two alien species
could interact without exploitation or contamination.

DoonaiRrala became the vital test for Human and Hrruban.

The original colonists of both species were allowed to stay, and more of
each species joined the project, under the loosest of control by their
respective governments.  Both races were determined to make this project
work and prosper.  And they were scrupulous in keeping to the rules laid
down by the momentous Decision at Doona, where a six-year-Old boy
translated the relevant clauses.

The original twenty-five years of that Decision were nearly over and
renegotiation soon to be discussed.  Both Todd and Hrriss knew of the
recent incidents which they were certain had been arranged with the
express aim of creating dissension between Hrruban and Human, rupturing
the Treaty, and, more important, preventing a renewal of the unique
settlement on DoonaiRrala.

Over 100,000 settlers, Doonan and Rralan5 now lived on the beautiful
planet, year in and out, benefiting from their complementary skills and
strengths, and surviving the intense and bitter winters by mutual
support.  If the Treaty was not renewed, the settlers would be forced to
return to home worlds with which they were no longer in charity.  More
heart-rending, staunch friends would be forever separated: like Todd and
Hrriss.

All the while that Hrrubans and Hayumans lived in harmony on their
planet, space exploration had exploded in all directions-always aware
that each species was forbidden to explore sectors clearly marked with
space buoys of the other.

Although Landreau never forgave either species, he had gone on to
discover so many other systems and planets useful to his own kind that
he quickly achieved the rank of Admiral.  In a way he owed that to the
Decision at Doona, which had brought him to the notice of his superiors.
His own efforts had kept him in a highly visible situation.

Judicious manipulations on his part, the tacit assistance of powerful
companies interested in acquiring rich planets, moons, and asteroids,
and diplomatic overtures to high-ranking government officials had
resulted in his promotion to the head of Spacedep, twenty-two years
after the Doona affair.

Landreau had looked for, and found, others who shared his dislike of the
Doona Decision.  Some purists had always argued that a treaty
promulgated through the linguistic precocity of a kid had to be
defective.  Certainly that most honest and unambiguous of treaties
proved troublesome to some ambitious and aggressive Humans.

Landreau carefully cultivated such officials, always seeking a way to
burst the Doonan idylland avenge himself on the Reeves.  Subtly, of
course, for he would not risk his current high status: especially one
which allowed him the facilities of Spacedep's far-flung resources and
highly skilled and trained personnel.  If some of the immense budget
available to Spacedep's Commander in Chief was siphoned off to explore a
way to achieve personal vengeance, it was admirably hidden in the morass
of official reports, payments, and analyses.

There was, however, another covert reason for subverting the Doona
Experiment: Hrrubans and Humans, dissimilar in form, needed similar
worlds to colonize, and for the same pressures.  If Doona failed, all
terms of the Treaty were null and void.

The forbidden sections of space would be open once again to Admiral
Landreau's mighty vessels and well-armed fleets, and if the rich world
was already inhabited by a Hrruban colony, tough on them!  A few
well-placed germbombs and the Cohabitation Principle was invalid.

Unless, of course, other factions of Earth's government could be
persuaded how archaic the principle was and rescind it.  How much easier
would life be on Earth if dne could ship out the unwashed masses to fend
for themselves on new worlds with viceroys to skim the riches off the
top.

The Doonan settlers were certainly aware of Admiral Landreau's hatred,
and his machinations, and there were many adherents on both home woilds
that did their best to neutralize some of the worst of Landreau's subtle
campaign in various government offices.  Though Ken and Todd had never
vocalized it' they knew that they were Landreau's particular target.
I-andreau regarded Todd as an incorrigibly wild brat who went native
with distressing speed after landing on Doona.

Todd's assimilation of the formalities of High Hrruban diplomacy at the
age of six, Landreau dismissed as a fluke.

Hrriss, now nearly thirty-five, always had a cooler way of interpreting
a situation than his tall friend.  Hrrubans were unassailable by any
power from Earth.  By Treaty agreement, the arm of the galaxy which the
Hrrubans chose to explore was off limits to Terrans.  Hrruba's home
system was protected by the same Treaty.  Any incursion into either
sphere would be an act of war.  Even Landreau in his obsessive hatred
for the Reeves would hardly start a war between the species to get at a
single family.  Though Hrruba was run by a bureaucracy of great
antiquity fully as cumbersome as that of Earth, it was directed gently
by one mind whose interests allowed expansion and alliance to proceed.
Hrriss and his family were unlikely to be removed from their home for
any reason less serious than war.  It brought Hrriss's need to defend to
two foci: Zodd and the Rrev family.

"I know Landreau's working every angle to spoil our chances if he can,'
Todd said.  "But the Doona Experiment is doing incredibly well, and
everyone on Earth knows it, There would have to be an awful stink raised
to bring the Experiment to an end at this point."

"A diplomatic insult, perhaps?" Hrriss suggested delicately.  "A wedge
need not be a large one to drive two elements apart.  On Rrala, Terra,
or Hrruba, it makes little difference.

"Well, if Landreau thought he could start one on this latest diplomatic
mission of ours, he failed." Todd grinned.  "Rogitel of Spacedep sounded
like he wanted to start an argument with me at the banquet on Hrretha,
but I pretended to be bogged down in protocol-fardles, I know all the
moves better than he does,' Todd said with a snort, his eyes on the
screen.  Their quarry had reappeared on their side of the planet, and
its orbit remained unchanged.  "So I got him talking about exploration
in the Eighth Sector-safe enough topic."

"I told you it would be useful to know those details,' and Hrriss
dropped his lower jaw in the Hrruban grin.  "He tried me later.  I
refused to be insulted when he called me a would-be Hayuman.

If he wishes to create an incident, he will have to try harder."
Hrriss's wide pink tongue now licked his upper lip, a further sign of
amusement.  "Varnorian of Codep asked me if it was true that you were
applying to join a Hrruban colony to escape penalties from Earth.  As if
that would not be a Zreaty violation."

"Glad you batted that rumor out of court.  I heard a smitch of it, too,
and disavowed it with all the innocence at my command." Then Todd
snorted.

"Anyone who knows me knows better than to try something that simple on
me." The Albatross had closed to within thousands of kilometers of its
goal.  It was easy to swing into orbit from planetary north.  The scout
had been designed to pass through atmosphere as easily as it did through
the frozen void of space.  It swept low, across the top of the envelope
of atmosphere, above the mass of clouds enveloping the small planet,
angling toward the signal.

"If you keep a sharp watch portside Hrriss, Todd said, his own eyes on
the starboard, "maybe we can catch it first time round and not waste too
much time in-syStem." It was Hrriss who first set eyes on the source of
the distress signal.

"Zzhere!" he hissed, pointing with one of his extended claws.

Todd marked the trajectory of the floating craft, perched lust on the
edge of orbit.  It was too far away for the cameras to discern much
detail about the ship itself, but one thing was clear: any passengers
would soon become cinders.  The orbit had decayed so much that in only a
short time, their ship would be inexorably caught by the planet's
gravitation and fall, burning, into the atmosphere.

"Hey, what if we dip below them and drop a tractor cable?" Todd
suggested.  "You know, that's awfully small for a ship, even a scout."
"And bigger than the average escape pod,' Hrriss said, his tone
thoughtful.

The size didn't seem unnatural.  Hrruban and Hayuman exploration teams
flew variously sized scout vessels.  The difference was that the Human
teams were larger, or doubled up in specialities.

Hrrubans sent out the minimum crew needed to make a primary judgment on
a planet.  When they found one that warranted a full-team investigation,
they dropped a one-way transportation grid to the surface and then
"ported in the appropriate personnel.  "It must be Hayumans, then, or
they would not still be here calling for help.

Standard procedure for Hrrubans is to drop a temporary grid and "port
home safely." The Albatross used the gravity well of the Hrrilnorr IV to
brake its speed.  The next time it passed within visual range, Todd was
able to plot a course to follow their quarry.

"I have initial telemetry readings.  No atmosphere leak from the surface
of the craft,' Hrriss said with relief, reading from his scopes for
traces of gas.

l integrity, it was in grave difficulties.

Rather than describing a smooth orbit, the speeding vessel jerked and
stuttered its way around the fourth planet, as if pulled this way and
that by divergent gravity fields.  It passed over the day side again.
Hrriss and Todd were blinded by the glare of planetary sunrise.

"Attention, the ship,' Hiriss spoke urgently into the comunit, using
Terran, broadcasting on all frequencies.  "We are the scoutcraft
Albatross.  We are here in answer to your Mayday.  Can you read us?" He
repeated the hail several times, and then in Hrruban.  There was no
answer.

He pushed up the gain on the receiver.  Nothing came from the speaker
but atmospheric noise and the repeated Mayday message.

"They could have lost all communications but the beacon,' he said,
plainly worried.  "If their life support is already gone .  .  ." Hrriss
trailed off and pointedly did not look at Todd.

Todd blanched at that possibility and bent over his controls, trying to
keep his face expressionless.

"We can spring the tractor line on the craft and haul it in.

Passengers could use life suits to access the Albatross's lock." Hrriss
nodded approval of the strategy.  "Hope it's not too late." As if taking
the pilot's words as a challenge, the small dot on the horizon appeared
to fall out of orbit, heading like a meteor for the brilliant white
layer of clouds below.

"Oh, no, you don't, said Todd, seizing the manual controls.

Todd drove the scout hard after it, hoping the damaged vessel would not
pick up too much speed from the gravitational pull until the Albatross
could swoop in on it.  He toggled the magnetic tractor net into alert
status.  They were dragging through the top of the atmosphere now as the
Albatross pursued its quarry, still kilometers ahead.  His hands were a
blur on the keyboard.  Hrriss kept calling out to the ship in both
languages, hoping for a reply from the craft ahead.

With the sun reflecting off its surface, it was impossible to see more
than a vague shape.

Hrriss kept requesting on all frequencies for details of the damage the
lone ship had suffered.

In the midst of the dense clouds thousands of meters below, Todd at last
urged the Albatross ahead of the speeding hulk.  There was a powerful
jerk that bucked them around in their seats when the net of magnetic
lines engaged the metal hull of the other.

"Gotcha,' Hrriss said, his teeth snapping in triumph.

"Great.  Now let's juSt tell those guys to drag ass over here." Once
Todd headed the Albatross back into space, the two men turned the
external camera onto their prize, and irised down the lens to counteract
the glare.  There was a silence and an air of angry disbelief as they
stared at the object the tractors had brought in.  It was cylindrical in
shape, the length of their own scout, and not unlike the escape shuttle
they had mistaken it for.  What their efforts had acquired was a
full-sized orbital beacon, an unmanned buoy similar to the ones hanging
above and below the proscribed system, still screaming out its Mayday
message on the Albatross's receiver as they stood staring at it.  The
needles on the VU meters leaped back and forth in their glass settings.

"So we've been suckered into an interdicted system by a recorded
Mayday,' Todd said, unbelievingly.  "I'll report this illicit use all
the way to.  .  ." He paused, since the top of Spacedep was Al Landreau
and he knew what short shrift that report would get.  "We have fallen
into deep kimchee, my friend.  I should have listened to you."

"No, friend Zodd, you listened to a distress call and acted
conscientiously,' Hrriss said with a heavy sigh.

Neither needed to discuss the ramifications of this.

"Let's get this sucker hauled in and see if we can salvage that Mayday
beacon.  That'll add credibility to this incident."

"Good thinking, Zodd,' and Hrriss programmed the winch for a slow wind
while Todd monitored the progress from the external camera.

"Hold it!" Todd held up one hand.  "There's something attached to it.
Oh-ho!  Double trouble.

Did we record the capture?  Good.  Unless I'm vastly mistaken there's a
device riding along a very suspicious-looking thickening of the
longitudinal spar.  That thing is rigged to blow on contact!'
"Rrrreelease,' Hrriss said, almost spitting in disgust at the stratagem.
"Can you get a close recording of that section?"

"I have so done." Todd was immensely satisfied by that,much of this
episode, but as Hrriss plotted their course out of the area, his elation
drained from him. "Someone's been getting awful clever, Hrriss.  Our
course was known from the time we left Doona, so there was plenty of
time to set this up where we'd stumble into the trap on our way back
from Hrretha."

"All too trrrue." Hrriss nodded, his expression as bleak as his
friend's.  Even the markings on his intelligent felinoid face seemed to
have faded in his concern.

"I could wish boils on the hide of whoever perpetrated this.  We could
have been killed!"

"Waz that the object?  To kill us?  Or to lure us into interdicted
space?" The eyes of the two friends met-the yellowgreen and the clear
blue.

"I know someone who wouldn't shed a tear at my demise,' Todd said
grimly.

"I have similar well-wishers,' Hrriss replied, tapping the console with
the tips of his claws in a rhythmic fashion.

"Our deaths wouldn't -mean as much as our broaching interdicted space,'
Todd began, rubbing his chin.  Stubble was developing, and there were
moments, like this, when he wondered what he'd look like with a full
beard, or at least sufficient face hair to make him more Hrruban.

"But not only is there prrroof of our samarrritanism, but also I,
Hrriss, made all the vocal contacts." Todd dismissed that notion.

"Everyone knows we're together, so I've certainly been wherever you
were, legal or not.  What I don't understand is exactly why the tactic
was planned in this fashion.

Was killing the real end?  Or discrediting us?" The two exchanged few
words on the rest of the journey back to Doona.  Both of them were deep
in thought as how best to mitigate their situation.

Violating one of the main stipulations of the very agreement they were
hoping to see renewed this year was not good, however inadvertent.

"Have you convinced yourself that the recording is enough, Hrriss?" Todd
asked after they had identified themselves to the DoonaiRrala buoy.

"Our people will believe us."

"Let's devoutly hope that's enough.

Too bad that false beacon didn't blow up.  We could at least have
brought a section of it home as additional proof."

"We do warn everyone that there are bogus Maydays out there!"

"That is obligatory.  Bogus or not, we were in the right to
investigate,' Hrriss said one more time.

"A cry for help from other space travelers is not ignored with
impunity." As soon as they landed the Albatross back on Doona, they
contacted the tower.  Linc Newry was on duty.

"Can you rustle your stumps, Linc?" Todd asked.

"We got an official report to deliver."

"Official?  Huh?  Nothing to do with the Hunt, is it?"

"Not really, but it'd be great if we could get through landing
procedures and decontam and get the Hunt properly organized,' Todd said
with an encouraging grin.

"I'm coming,' Linc said, and obviously switched to a handset for he
continued talking.  "As you're just back from that Hrrethan shindig, I
think it'll be okay if I just seal the lock on the Albie and we can do
the decontam and stuff when the Hunt's over." So Todd and Hrriss
gratefully disembarked, watched the seal be affixed to prevent entry,
and, thanking Linc for his courtesy, hurried off to find Ken Reeve and
detail the Mayday incident.

"Genuine or not, you have to answer a Mayday signal,' Ken agreed, though
the affair obviously troubled him.  He smoothed his hair back with a
resigned hand.  His thick, dark hair had receded above his temples, and
lines were beginning to etch the fair, sun-weathered skin near his eyes.
He and Todd were of a height now, but often, when he was confused and
worried, as he was now, Todd felt himself still the small boy and Ken
the adult.

Maybe he relied too much on his father's wisdom where experience and the
study of law didn't provide the answers.  Hrriss sat beside him, his
yellow-green eyes unwinking as he stared at the floor between his feet.
Ken could tell the Hrruban was worried, but he was not as prone to
outbursts as his son.

Todd's eyes were fixed hopefully on his father's face.  Ken shook his
head and sighed.  "Wise of you, Hrriss, to handle all the oral
transmissions.  Let's hope that the pictures of that device and the
possibly explosive ribbing show up." He gave his head another little
shake.  "Such contingencies will have to be written into the new Treaty,
allowing for legitimate rescue efforts and specifying penalties for
abuses.  I shall suggest the modification myself to Sumitral at
Alreldep.  But I cannot be easy that the incident was there, waiting to
trap the unwary.

He paused again, holding up his hand when Todd opened his mouth.

"Were there any other representatives at the Hrrethan ceremonies likely
to have taken the same warp jumps you did?" Todd looked abashed.

"Dad, I just wanted to leave.  My neck was rubbed raw and it was bad
enough those Hrrethans insisted on giving the Albatross a clearance
"They insisted?" Ken asked, his expression alert.

"Yes, and we told them that Spacedep had already cleared the Albatross .
.  .  Oh, I see what you mean.  The recorder could have been tampered
with there.  You think we were to be the victims?"

"We were not the only ship likely to pass that system,' Hrriss said in a
slow thoughtful tone. "I will inquirrre.  It is worrth that much.  And
discreetly." He dropped his jaw at Ken.  "When one is hunted, one
generally senses pursuit." "Then I can leave you to mention this to
Hrrestan?" Ken asked.  Hrriss nodded.  "I shall inform Hu Shih.  That
will satisfy the necessary protocol.  Investigations can be initiated
"Just don't let that sort of time-wasting stuff interfere with the Snake
Hunt, will you, Dad?" Todd was clearly apprehensive.  "It's only two
weeks away and we've a lot to do." Ken smiled.  "The Snake Hunt is too
important to the DoonaiRrala economy to have its leaders absent.

I'll handle all the necessary reportings.  And inform Sumitral.

He warned me to expect trouble from unlikely areas.  Cunning of "our
detractors, isn't it, to start a controversy over a samaritan issue!

And it has the flavor of something the segregationalists would try."
"The group that thinks Hrruba is only being friendly to get their claws
into the best star systems?" Todd asked with patent distaste.

"Or perrrhaps,' and Hrriss let his fangs show, "it is those who sense we
are arming ourselves for the conquest of your home planet."

"No one takes that foolishness seriously,' Ken said quickly.  "You don't
even know where Terra is.

"Nor you Hrruba,' and Hrriss winked.

Ken and Todd both laughed with their friend, whose full-throated chuckle
would have sounded to many like an ominous growl.  Laughter eased the
tension lines from Ken Reeve's face.

"Go on, the pair of you.  We'll deal with the matter after the Snake
Hunt.  Which is going to be brilliant this year, isn't it?" He pinned
the two friends with a mock-stern glare.

"Absolutely!" The friends chorused that assurance and left Ken's office.

In only a fortnight's time, Doona would be inundated by foreign
dignitaries and guests eager to witness, and participate in, the famed
Doonan Snake Hunt.  Hundreds of people would converge on the First
Villages for the semiannual migration of the giant reptiles, and Todd
and Hrriss were in charge of coordinating the Hunt.  Which was not so
much of a hunt as a controlled traffic along the snakes' traditional
path.

While there had been intense arguments both for and against annihilation
of this dangerous species.

the conservationists-many of them colonists-had won.  The immense snakes
were unique to the planet, but their depredations1 which affected only
one area of the main continent, could be controlled.  The reptiles
ranged in size from two- and threeyear1d tiddlers of three to five
meters in length to immense females.  nicknamed Great Big Mommas,
growing to twelve to fifteen meters.  They had incredible speed and
strength and, although they ate infrequently, they had been known to
ingest an adult horse or cow in one mouthful.  Their vision was so poor
that they could not see a man standing motionless a few feet from their
blunt snouts1 but they would strike at any movement: particularly one
that gave off an enticing odor.

Their traditional route from the sea to the plains just happened to lie
by the river farms of the settlers where quantities of livestock grazed.
too numerous to be shut up during the migration.  So the settlers had
devised a method of herding the snakes, making certain by a variety of
means that few escaped to wreak havoc among the herds and flocks.

At first the settlers resorted to crude methods of keeping the snakes in
line.  destroying far too many for the conservationists' peace of mind.
Then hunters from other planets learned about the drives, as they were
originally called, and begged to join in for the thrill and excitement
of adding such a deadly specimen to their trophies.  These men also had
some excellent suggestions to give the DoonaiRralans, gained from
similar drives of dangerous species to which Ken Reeve, Ben Adjei.  the
colonists' veterinarian, and Hrrestan listened with interest.

"Make it into a real Hunt,' they were advised.

"Attract the thrillseekers and you'll not only make some money out of
it, but you'll have enough help to keep the snakes on the right track,'
So the Hunt became an organized sporting feature; one which put
considerable credit into the colony's treasury and one which became safe
enough to advertise as a spectator sport for those who wanted
titillation without danger.

At first, Ken and Hrrestan, with Ben's advice, organized the Hunt, but
gradually, as Todd and Hrriss showed genuine aptitudes as Hunters and
leaders, the management had been turned over to them.  Much had to be
arranged to insure that injuries were reduced to a minimum; that
visitors were always teamed up with experienced Hunters or in safely
prepared blinds; that the horses hired out were steady, well-blooded
animals, accustomed to snake-stench and less likely to plunge out of
control and drop their riders into the maw of waiting Big Mommas.

There were hundreds of minor details to be overseen by Todd and Hrriss
before Hunt Day.

When Todd and Hrriss got to their office, they found that much had
already been put in hand by their assistants, based on assignments and
duties from the last Hunt.  Scouts had been given their pests in the
salt marshes from which the migration began.  Every homestead within ten
klicks of the long-established route had had fences, walls, and
buildings reinforced.  "Sighters' who would fly above the swarm and
monitor its progress had been chosen and their aerial vehicles serviced.
"Lures' had volunteered.  Mounted on two-wheeled motorized rough country
bikes, they were specially trained to lead maverick snakes back to the
main swarm and to kill snakes that could not be turned.

Lures usually performed what had become a rite of passage for young
DoonalRralans: capturing or killing two snakes on a Hunt, or succeeding
in stealing a dozen eggs from the marsh nests.  In fact, this rite had
become an honor sought after by hunters of every system.

Many now came just to win accolades as proof of courage and to have
their names added to this new legend.

Those who did not wish to expose themselves to physical danger were
accommodated in snake blinds, built along, but back from, the river
trail.

From these, spectators could enjoy this unique sight and excitement. The
blinds were sturdily constructed of sealed rla wood, strong enough,
though in truth any Great Big Momma Snake could have knocked one into
splinters with its powerful snout.  However, experiments with various
odors had proved that a heavy citrus smell liberally poured on the
outside of the blind covered the scent of the juicy morsels within and
was a powerful deterrent to the snakes.

Twelve Teams of from twenty to forty.  horsemen and women rode in escort
of the snake swarm.

Clever riders on the quick, well-trained horses could head off renegades
or stragglers, for some of the tiddlers were always breaking off the
main group, looking for something to eat.  These were considered fair
game for Hunters wishing to kill, or capture, in proof of their prowess.

Approved weaponry-for the Treaty did not permit heavy weapons in the
colony - were projectile rifles, metal-headed spears, compound bows and
arrows, and any sort of club (though bludgeoning a snake to death, even
a tiddler, was extremely dangerous.)  Crossbows were the most popular
for a quarrel and could penetrate right through a snake's eye to its
brain.  The only problem was to then keep out of the way of the
thrashing body in its death throes.

The worst headache for Todd and Hrrestan was still the composition of
the Teams, for they had to intersperse novice and experienced Hunters
without jeopardizing team effectiveness.  There were also some "solo' or
small Teams of off-world hunters but they had to produce qualifications
to hunt on their own: proof that they were experienced riders and
projectile weapon marksmen; preferably letters from other authorized
Hunts or Safari Groups.

As Todd scanned the list of those on his Team One, he noted with
satisfaction that Kelly Solinari was on it.  So, she'd be back from
Earth!  She'd be a good team second5 even if she had been away from
Doona for four years learning how to be a good diplomat at Alreldep.

Another name, scrawled so badly that he couldn't quite decipher it, was
new to him but documentation showed that this J.  Ladruo had
participated in several well-known Safaris.  Well, Team One had to take
its share of novices.

He put that minor detail from his mind and went on to designate the
places where they'd have to place charges that could be detonated to
startle the snakes back into line.  Usually the Beaters managed that,
with drums, cymbals, flails and small arms fire, but he pored over the
accounts of the last Hunt, to see where breakthroughs had occurred and
how he could prevent them.  He almost suspected the snakes of
rudimentary interngence the way some evaded Teams and Beaters.  He'd
begun looking at meteorology reports, too, for a wind from the wrong
direction would make a shambles of the most careful plans.  Drafting
contingency plans for windy conditions was his next task, "The first
Hunters have arrived,' Hrriss told him, coming in with their documents.

Todd looked up, startled.  "So soon?"

"Zooon?" Hrriss dropped his jaw in a grin.

"You've been working too hard, my Zodd.  Only two more days before the
deluge!" Todd groaned as he took the papers from Hrriss and checked the
names off against the Hunt application list.  Then he brightened.

"Two more days and Kelly'll be home." Hrriss's grin deepened.

"You'll be happy to see her?"

"Sure, she's the best second I ever had." He didn't notice the odd look
his friend gave him.

Of the many people making their way to Doona for the Hunt, Kelly
Solinari was probably the most excited.  She couldn't wait to breathe
fresh air again on Doona.  On Earth, you felt that taking a deep breath
was a crime against your fellow Humans and besides, it didn't smell good
so why contaminate your lungs with government issue.  She knew that
Earth's air had improved with stringent reductions of pollutants and the
careful control of waste products but her lungs didn't agree.

She was also looking forward to eating "real' food again: the absolute
calorie rationing on Earth was nothing short of a sophisticated form of
starvation.  For a born Doonan such as she, these four years were a
prison and she was about to be set free.

There had been a lot of change on Earth since her father and mother had
left the stagnant, crowded planet: and they'd been considered radical
for wanting to emigrate.  Now there was an active desire, especially
among the young, to break away from their crowded, depleted home planet
and go out to settle among the stars.  New opportunities had created an
aura of hope, lightening the general gloom of the population.  The
success of the Doonan experimental colony begged the question of when
more planets would be made available.

Without the Hrruban element, of course.

In the back of every mind lingered the warning of Siwanna, the awful
memory of the destruction of another race.  In Kelly's diplomacy
courses, the Siwanna Tragedy was brought up again and again to warn the
eager young diplomats-to-be that such an error could be repeated.  It
had been an unforgettable and tragic shock that the Siwannese had
suicided as a race when the colonists from Earth encountered them.

They had been a gentle people, with too fragile a culture to survive
contact with another intelligent species.  Siwanna was empty now.

Codep had erected a memorialo the race there, and had forbidden anyone
to settle on the world whose inhabitants had been accidentally
destroyed.  And that was the beginning of the Noncohabitation Doctrine.

No Human colony could be initiated on any planet already inhabited by
sentient beings.

The Hrrubans' strong culture and identity made them, in the
administration's eyes, a statistical rarity.  The Doona colony was an
exception, where colonization teams from two cultures had met
accidentally.  The first-contact groups were to regard all new races as
fragile and potentially selfdestructive.  Depending on which teacher you
were talking to, this meant Hrruba was Earth's partner in the great task
of opening up the galaxy for exploration and colonization.  Or,
conversely, Hrruba was an obstruction to Earth's efforts.  Kelly, who
had been born on Doona, and had more Hrruban than Earth-born friends,
was always ready to defend her Hrruban mates, and no one could match a
Doonan in an argument.

Younger Terrans and her classmates generally shared her views.

They wanted to see Humans allowed to live and prosper on new worlds.

In the back of their minds was the idea of meeting and making friends
with new alien races, though that thought was rarely voiced, not with so
many older folk with ingrained habits ready to report them to noise
monitors for loud talking.  Who could have a decent argument in
whispers?

It was so good to be home, even if Doona was crowded this season!

Well, crowded for Doona, but only marginally inhabited compared to
Terra.  Kelly stared out of the hatch at the swarming mob on the landing
field waiting for friends and family.  It looked as if every single
Human on Doona, all 45,000 of them, must be waiting to greet someone.

There was even a cluster of Hrrubans, who enjoyed the spectacle of
homecoming for its own sake.

She searched the crowd eagerly, hoping to see her own loved ones after
her long absence.  She'd be unlikely to see them, lost as they were in
the mob of welcoming committees waiting to greet the important visitors
who had traveled with her from Earth for the Snake Hunt.  It had meant
more ships coming in, a cheaper fare for her in consequence.

And, to judge by the shuttles bearing the markings of other systems,
Doona was already awash with those eager to be part of this primitive
event.

One of her fellow passengers, Jilamey Landreau, had bored everyone at
their table with his simulated-hunting triumphs.  He considered that it
was essential to his consequence to be at the Doonan Snake Hunt and kill
"one of the big ones." Preferably from horseback, to prove his prowess
against a living target.  Even as they were making their way down the
gangplank, he was still blathering on about it to anyone who would
listen.

Kelly, who had hunted snakes on horseback herself, had been the patient
listener many a time.

She'd recognized his name and decided that it was smarter for her to
play it cool in his presence.  Her diplomatic training had taught her
how to hold her tongue.  She was also too kind to make fun of someone
who had so far defeated only computersimulated prey.

She turned her back on him gratefully when her mother and father, Anne
and Vic Solinari, approached her from the other side of the field,
crying out their welcome, gesticulating for her to notice their
position.

"Sweetheart!" Anne said, gathering her into her arms.  "Oh, Kelly,
welcome home!"

"Oh, Mom,' Kelly said, hugging her mother and suddenly feeling like a
little girl again.  "I missed you.  Hi, Daddy."

"You look so grown-up,' Vic said, embracing his daughter in turn.  "I
wasn't sure we'd recognize you.

You look just fine.  How was the trip?"

"Long,' Kelly said, wrinkling her nose.

"Cramped.  Very smelly.  All they had was canned Earth air." Vic
laughed.  "It's the second thing that's kept me from taking a trip back
to Earth: the first is living in the crowded conditions.  I sure don't
miss those little granite boxes!  Well, come on!  Your brothers and
sisters are waiting to hear all about what you've been up to.  All voice
and video this time, not taped transmissions."

"Am I okay for Team One, this year, Dad?" Kelly asked urgently.

Her parents laughed.  "Formal notice came last week,' her father said,
ruffling her hair.  "And Michael's kept that Apple mare of yours
exercised and has kept your snake-skin in her stall so she won't
disgrace you, us, or Todd." Kelly breathed out a huge sigh of relief.

"I was afraid we wouldn't land in time."

"Afraid Todd wouldn't remember to put you on his team?" her mother said
with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, mother!" Kelly was glad of the excuse to go search for the luggage
the handlers had just dumped on the tarmacadam.

Kelly finally found and threw the bags into the back of the family's
power sled.  It was exhilarating to be back on Doona.  It couldn't just
be the weaker gravity or the invigorating pure air that made her feel so
light.  She was happy.

As they flew toward their ranch, her mother and father pumped her for
data about her life over the last four years.  She didn't stop talking
for one moment all the way home.  The weather was gorgeous, and Vic kept
the top of the sled down so they could enjoy the sun.

Then he was turning the sled into the gate of the family ranch, some
klicks distant from the original First Community buildings.  The new
town had been built some distance from the original colony site, out of
the path of snake migration.  Their ranch abutted the Reeve farm on one
side and the Hu property on the other.  Behind them was the red
sandstone back of Saddle Ridge, no-being's-land except for the wild
animals native to Doona.

Beyond that and the river was the Hrruban First Village.  Every landmark
came rushing back to her like the tide coming back up the Bore River
from the distant sea.

She knew her mother and father were struggling against laughter as she
kept inhaling and exhaling until she was hyperventilating.  But she
couldn't seem to get her lungs cleared of all that stinking canned air.

And she couldn't keep from swiveling her head about her, wishing it were
on a 360-degree socket.  The sheer space, just loose and lying around,
was a sight for her eyes.

Student housing allotment on Earth was very cramped, even for a junior
diplomat trainee in Alreldep.  No special treatment was given one who
had graduated with honors or taken the advanced degree in only a year.
She had had to endure the same tiny quarters as any other beginner in
what she liked to call Diplodep.  She had missed having room to stretch
out, and the view of faraway horizons.  She had longed for that almost
as much as she had missed her family.  And Todd.  And today was the
Hunt.

They were nearly at the ranch house now, and Kelly felt her heart
pounding for pure happiness.

Two of the farm dogs paced the sled, barking their heads off.

Kelly leaned out, calling their names and trying to pet their heads as
they ran.  Vic coasted the sled to a stop in between the house and the
barn.  When he turned the ignition off, he gave Kelly one more quick
hug.

"Welcome home, sweetie.  Hey!" he yelled at the house.  "Lookit what I
brung home!" Joyfully, Kelly leaped out of the sled and into the arms of
her brothers and sisters.  The two smallest, Diana and Sean, tried to
jump into her arms.  The dogs raced around them, barking and jumping and
trying to lick her face.

"Hello, coppertop,' she hailed her brother Michael, who waved from the
door of the barn and hurried up to meet her.  Michael was a year her
senior, but they had always pretended to be twins.

Their faces were very much alike, with broad foreheads, wide golden
hazel eyes, and strong pointed chins.  His hair was as fiery a red as
hers and just as thick.  Their mother always said they reminded her of
two matches in a box.  Their father, more kindly, merely called them
autumn-colored, to suit their autumn birthdays.

"Hi, hothead,' Michael said with a broad grin on his face, swinging her
around in a circle.  He was a very junior veterinary resident, working
under Ben Adjei at the DoonaiRrala Animal Hospital.

Michael was still clad in his white tunic, but was stripping it off as
he steered her toward the house.

"Hurry up and change into your gear.  They're going to start Gathering
the Hunt at twelve hundred hours.  Go scrub the ship stink off your
skin, or the horses'll run from you, not the snakes.  Unless you're too
tired to participate?" he asked teasingly.

"Not a chance!" Kelly said, wriggling free and heading toward the house.
"It's what I hurried home for!  Oh, how I've missed Calypso."

"That's what Todd said you'd say." Michael nodded, helping her carry her
bags. "Still horse crazy after those years of horseless Earth?"

"Thank goodness, he and Hrriss got back from that Hrrethan assignment,'
Kelly said, ignoring her brother's jibe.  "Wouldn't be a proper Hunt
without them leading it." As soon as she had showered in unlimited hot
water and dressed in comfortable well-worn clothes, Kelly raced out to
saddle her bay mare, Calypso.  The mare gladly accepted the present of a
couple of carrots and nuzzled her mistress's hand.

Kelly just hoped that she hadn't forgotten too much in her years away.
But Calypso would take care of her: she usually did.  And there was just
time left to get down to the Assembly Hall.

Vaulting into the saddle, Kelly kneed Calypso forward, toward the fields
leading to the village common.  After living on Earth for a time, it was
hard to readjust to so few people per square kilometer.

By law, there could be only as many Humans as Hrrubans.  After the
Decision came into effect, more Humans had had to be imported to equal
Hrrubans, and four more villages' worth of Terran colonists-out of the
millions applyinghad come to DoonaiRrala.  Even so, the combined
population made little impression on a planet whose diameter was three
thousand kilometers greater than that of Earth.

Kelly was proud that her mother an6 father were two of the original
colonists.  Over the quarter century since that historic Treaty, Admiral
Sumitral of Alreldep had continued to negotiate with Hrrestan, Hrriss's
father and chief of the Hrruban village elders, to make room for more
Humans who wanted to leave overcrowded Earth and more Hrrubans with a
similar desire.  The talks had been successful, and the population of
Doona had increased a thousandfold.  Men and women who had lived in
cramped, crackerbox-sized apartments on Earth had built homes and
ranches in the fertile river valleys and settled down with room to
stretch out.

No limit had actually been set on how much land each settler could
claim, so long as waste, pollution, and senseless destruction of
resources were avoided.  As well as the native urfa, Vic Solinari, who
had come to Doona as the storemaster, had elected to raise sheep and
goats, his share of the precious breeding stocks sent from Earth.  To
keep the grasslands healthy, he rotated their pasturage every season to
another part of their land.  Typically Doonan, he also had a stable of
horses, Kelly's favorite animal as well as cats and dogs.

It had been four years since Kelly had seen a living animal except
Humans and Hrringa, the lonely Hrruban minding the transmitter grid in
Alreldep block.  Elated and exhilarated, she screeched greetings to a
flock of goats milling around in a pen, and sighed with happiness as a
cluster of young colts galloped in play across a fenced meadow not far
from the house.  It was wonderful to be home.  Kelly legged Calypso into
a canter down the hill toward town, revelling in the rhythmic gait and
the joy of being back in the saddle again.

CHAPTER 1

DR.  BEN ADJEl HADESMAThD ThE DAY this year-and he hadn't been wrong in
twenty years-when the great reptiles would migrate from the salt marshes
to the low-lying desert fifty kilometers inland to lay their eggs.  Only
offworlders bet against him, the local population shrewdly inciting them
to do so.

A Sighter had landed her small copter behind the Reeve ranch house early
in the morning to alert Todd that the egg-heavy female snakes were
arriving in the desert and beginning to burrow into the dunes.

Immediately, Todd called a meeting of leaders of the Hunt at the colony
Assembly Hall.

They had gathered from all over Doona and had been staying in or around
First Village for the last few days, in case Ben Adjei's estimate was
off a bit.

For the past fifteen years, Todd and Hrriss had been in the first line
of Hunters.  Their rapport was instinctive: they seemed to read each
other's mind.

They never took unnecessary chances or risked lives, theirs or others.
Their impressive tally of kills and captures of the dangerous reptiloids
had reached legendary totals.  As they grew to an age when their parents
would permit it, they came to lead the Hunt and had done so now for ten
years.

"You could see them in the underbrush, swarming toward the sands,' Lois
Unterberger informed the leaders who had congregated at the Reeve
residence, the usual Hunt headquarters.  Excitement made her brown eyes
wide, showing white all around the irises.  Her dark hair was
intricately braided and pinned tightly to her scalp.  "Hundreds of them,
like a river, pouring onto the dunes and disappearing into burrows.  I
followed the leading edge all the way from the salt marshes.  Hrrel is
still in his copter over the dunes, watching until I get back."

"This is it,' Todd said excitedly.  "Lois, you fly back and keep an eye
on the snakes.  We've got to know the minute they start to leave.  Dar,'
he instructed another Sighter, "go and check the snake blinds along the
way to make sure everyone knows the snakes are coming and to stay
inside. Take two of the Lures with you, and drop them at the vulnerable
points we discussed."

"Gotcha!  I'm away,' Dar Kendrath said, dashing for his small craft.

"And keep in touch!" Todd called after him.  "We need to know the moment
the snakes start to move out!" Dar threw him a salute from the seat of
his copter as the vehicle took off.

"We're ready,' announced Lou Stapley, who was in charge of the Beaters,
who helped to keep the snakes in train by thrashing the undergrowth with
flails or beating drums and cymbals.

Wranglers, very experienced riders, were in charge of each horse
platoon.  Their main concern was spotting the nervous rider who could
panic his mount.  Or a horse who suddenly decided he had had quite
enough snake hunting in his lifetime.

Hrrula, one of the Reeves' oldest friends, was both the leader of Team
Two and a Wrangler.

"Everrryone is prrrepared,' he assured them.

"Great,' Todd said, checking them off on his list.

All the preparations were falling together nicely.

"We've got the pass blocked toward the Launch Center,' Jesse Dautrish
said, scratching his jaw.

"Let's hope it looks impassable to snake eyes.  But it won't take long
to clear it after the Hunt's over.

The bridges have thorn barricades as well as mines, just in case the
snakes try to cross the easy way." Though the snakes could swim, the
banks of the rivers upstream were too sheer and deep for them to get a
belly-hold.  "I need another shower,' he added, scratching his waist.
"Damn dust settles in every pore." Jesse's assistant, Hrrol, brushed at
her short, tan fur, sending up clouds of dust.  "All the charges are
laid near rnsidences and rranchess,' she said.

"Here's your copy back, Hrriss."

"Well done,' Hrriss told the attractive Hrrol, and passed the list to
Todd.

"Okay, okay,' Todd said, calling the Hunters to order.  "Let's go.

Spread the word, we gather the Hunt at noon, and we'll ride out as soon
as we get the word from the Sighters.  Robin, see you at the feast
later."

"Right, Todd!" called Todd's youngest brother, running for his horse.
"Good hunting!" Todd and Hrriss saddled their mounts and rode to the
Assembly Hall to wait for the rest of Team One.  Horses were still the
primary form of individual transportation on the colony world.
Doonanbred horses were one of the colony's most important assets and
trade goods, especially on Hrrubansettled worlds.  Hrrubans were
fascinated by the gentle quadrupeds, and were natural riders.  The
breeding of horses, rescuing the beloved animal from near extinction by
careful genetic husbandry, was done on nearly every ranch on the planet,
both Human and Hrruban.  The Doonan style of saddle and bridle included
gems and other valuable pieces easily obtained from the planet's
generous storehouse of precious minerals.

The style, which echoed the formal wear of the Hrrubans themselves,
seemed unbelievably ostentatious to denizens of Earth, to whom a single
one of these gems represented additional comforts not yet purchased.
When gems could be picked up in riverbeds and rift bottoms and polished
with little effort by the finder, it was difficult for young Doonans to
take the awe and greed over such trinkets seriously.

Todd was proud of the way his gray gelding, Gypsy, looked in the new
tack he'd made, aglitter with gilding and pretty stones, many of which
had no commercial value, but some of which were worth enough alone to
buy a change of status on Earth.

The colony folk had also rediscovered handcrafts.  DoonaniRralan crafts
were so well thought of that goods of that origin commanded a good price
off-world: pottery; needlecraft; weaving; stone, metal, and wood
sculpture; jewelry; and leatherwork.  An object made of the porous rla
wood could be dyed in rainbow colors before it was painted with rlba sap
to seal and harden it to the consistency of stone without the weight.
Todd's saddle frame was made of rla, giving him a sturdy seat that
required no effort for his mount to carry.

He needed to travel light, because the Hunt was hours of hard riding.

Gypsy danced beneath him as other Hunters and their horses gathered
around them on the common.

The gray gelding had caught some of the excitement Todd was feeling. The
hard work of the last two weeks was about to pay off.  He and Hrriss
exchanged grins of relief.

"Do you know, for a while I was afraid no one else was coming when the
shuttles were late arriving?"

"Not coming!" the Hrruban echoed, mocking disbelief lighting his eyes.
"Many spend the time between Hunts looking forward to the next one." A
slender horsewoman on an Appaloosa mare rode down the hill toward the
square, standing in her stirrups and waving. Todd recognized the
flame-bright hair on sight and vigorously waved back.

"Hey, Hrriss, Kelly made it back!"

"Good!" Hrriss said, raising his own long arm to return her salute. "One
more good backup rrriderr to keep order among the aliens."

"Hey, gal, welcome home,' Todd shouted when she was near enough to hear
him over the pounding of Calypso's galloping hooves.  "Mike said you
were trying to make it in time for the Hunt. And you haven't changed at
all!" She plumped back in the saddle, to signal the mare to halt, and
eased her between Gypsy and Rrhee, Hrriss's mare. Now, grinning, she
snapped her fingers, her expression mock-wistful. "Gee, and I worked so
hard to create a new image."

"Don't bother,' Todd replied, grinning back.

"The one you got's not bad enough to put anyone off.  Exactly."

"Oh, you!  Hrriss, how are you?" and she turned to the Hrruban.  "Heard
you guys got drafted on that Hrrethan "do."

Todd and Hrriss exchanged quick glances.  How had Kelly heard of that?
But then, she was an AIreldep trainee.

"Verry well,' Hrriss answered, dropping his jaw.

"The speeches lasted many hours.  If it were not for the pleassure of
having a functioning transportation grid, the people of Hrretha would
most gladly have forgone the honor of having so many eminent speakers.

"Spacedep and Codep both sent representatives,' Todd added.  "I was a
little surprised to see Varnorian there himself, instead of sending a
deputy as Spacedep did."

"A good thing you went to keep them honest,5

Kelly said, making a face.  "I've been hearing all about the two of you
from my little cubbyhole in Alreldep block!  You're considered to be
quite a pair of heroes there.

Todd waved her words away embarrassedly.

"You must tell us all about your experiences, as soon as the Hunt is
over,' Hrriss said, showing his fangs in the widest Hrruban smile.

"Absolutely!" she promised them.

Kelly's mention of Alreldep brought back to Todd the full memory of his
ship's passage into the interdicted zone around Hrrilnorr, and the fact
that two weeks had gone by and there hadn't been the least hint that
their "rescue' had been recorded, or even mentioned to the Treaty
Council.

He would be interested to know if she had heard any rumors: especially
one that might suggest the beacon had been planted by factions
unsympathetic to the Doona Experiment.  This was not the time to bring
up such a sensitive topic.  Riders needed their wits about them in the
Hunt.  Plenty of time to take her aside and get her reactions later on.

"That medical kit been renewed lately?" Todd asked her, nodding at the
roll neatly strapped to the cantle.

"You bet.  Mike made it up special,' and Kelly gave him a wry sideways
glance, "in case you fall off again!" Todd snorted.  "And when was the
last time you saw me fall off?" he demanded in mock outrage.

"You have two to your credit,' Hrriss said, his eyes narrowing slyly.
"Did not Ken say it takes thrrree falls to make a rider?" Todd laughed
and patted his sides tenderly.

"More like two hundred, friends." The rest of Team One began to close up
to the leaders.  Two more old friends, Hrrin and Errala, from one of the
distant Rralan villages, rode up behind and greeted them happily.  The
three shook hands with the Hrruban mates.  Todd checked them off his
list.

Places in the teams were always reserved for friends and friends of
friends.  The prestigious first six Hunter teams had to open further to
admit high powered guests whose inexperience sometimes tested the
experience and skill of their hosts.  But their presence meant a healthy
contribution to the success of the Hunt and thus had to be tolerated.

Hrrubans and Humans in equal numbers joined the ride every year.

Though Hrrubans required slight alterations to the standard saddle to
accommodate the difference in their skeletal structure, they were keen
on any opportunity to ride their beloved hrrsses.  Ocelots, gifts to the
Rralans from their Human friends, prowled alongside their masters'
mounts, waiting for the signal t9 go.  The spotted hunting cats were
among the few animals that were fearless in the presence of snakes, and
kept down other pests that troubled the settlements.  The more skillful,
working in teams of four or five, even brought down young snakes and
killed them.

Hrrula skillfully guided his horse to join theirs, followed by the rest
of Team Two.  The sudden crowd caused Hrriss's two pet ocelots, Prem and
Mehh, to go on guard.  He swung off his mount to soothe them.

Hrriss found that he did not recognize most of the Hrrubans who made up
Team Two.

They were undoubtedly visitors, probably from the new colony worlds.
Hrrubans who lived on Rrala did not have such a wild, predatory look
when discussing the Hunt, and those who still lived on Hrruba were
revolted by the thought of slaying fresh meat.  Though understandably
excited about the pursuit and kill, Rralans were more concerned with
staying alive throughout the Hunt.  Hrriss calmed Prem, who seemed to
have caught his agitation.  The fierce little cats had been a gift from
Todd and had already proved themselves in battle with the snakes.  It
seemed they were as eager as he was to confront them again.

Each team leader checked in with Todd as soon as he or she arrived in
Assembly Square.  Inessa, Todd's younger sister, hailed them from Team
Six, waving a throwing stick.  Hrriss poked his friend in the elbow and
pointed to Inessa.  They both waved.

Since their older sister, Ilsa, had married and returned to Earth,
Inessa and her two younger brothers, Dan and Robin, took it in turns
every year to ride with the Hunt or help guard the family ranch.

Hrriss, the only offspring of his parents, used to envy Todd his many
siblings until he found that they regarded him as an extension of Todd.

Suddenly Todd groaned.  "Will you look at that?

Spare me!" He tossed his head in the direction of the Assembly Hall, to
their left.

Obediently Hrriss and Kelly glanced that way.

From the doorway, a young man swaggered out wearing the very latest in
hunting pinks, and boots that had to have cost the equivalent of
starfare between Earth and Proxima Centauri.  He swung a six-foot length
of polished wood between his fingers.

"Don't they ever read the advisories we send out on what kind of
protective clothing to wear for rough riding?" Todd said in a low but
disgusted tone.

"But, Todd, he's trying.  I heard him tell me that he researched both
hunting garb and polo accoutrements and decided on this compromise as
being appropriate,' Kelly said, her eyes brimming with devilment.

"I heard him every mealtime, in fact."

"And you didn't warn him?" Todd shot her an aggrieved glance.

"What?  And ruin our fun?"

"He was on the ssshuttle with you?" Hrriss asked.

"Indeed, and at my table.  That, dear hearts,' Kelly said, amused,
sitting back in her saddle to watch their expressions, "is Jilamey
Landreau, Spacedep's nephew.  He's harmless." I'll give you any odds,
Kelly dear old thing, that he's going to be trouble for whatever Team
he's on,' Todd said, summing up the stranger with a practiced eye, as
Jilamey mounted the horse chosen for him with a modicum of expertise,
though the quarterstaff proved an immediate encumbrance.  "I don't like
the stable he comes from."

"It is not the stable he comes from that should concern us, Zodd,'
Hrriss assured him, his eyes glinting mischievously, "and his trouble
will be in conzrolling his hrrss.  He will not be in our way."

"Ah, but he said he's on Team One,' Kelly replied, delighted at the
shock on Todd's face.

He fumbled for the Team list in his pocket.  "I've got a J.

Ladrulo.  .  .  Oh, no."

"I wondered at him being on Team One,' Kelly said, her face full of
mischief.  "I thought you knew what you were doing.  However, don't
worry about him.  I'll make him my responsibility.  I owe him a couple."
Now her eyes took on a gleam similar to Hrriss's, her expression bland.
"For aspersions cast like bread upon the surface of our table."

"You're mixing metaphors again,' Todd said, ready for the banter they
always enjoyed.  "Didn't they teach you anything useful at Alreldep?"

"How to manage little men like Jilamey, sweetheart,' she said, giving
him a coy and insincere smirk.

But she sighed as Jilamey urged his animal over to Todd and Hrriss.

He threw them a jaunty salute and banged the quarterstaff painfully
against his knee.  The horse snorted, flicking an ear at such an unusual
appendage.  ""Lo, Kelly.  Didn't think I'd have the pleasure of your
company so soon again, much less with Team One.  Jilamey Landreau, at
your service.

Nearly missed my chance-shuttle was late.  I've heard all about your
local menace.  Read up on the subject, too.  I'm expecting great things
of this day.

I want to catch a really big snake.  I'm assured that you're the best.
My friends'-he threw a sly glance over his shoulder at his ship
companions-'could only get on Teams Three and Four." And why he wasn't
with them, instead of complicating Team One, Kelly did not know.  She'd
have a small talk with the village elders later, she assured herself.

Punctiliously, she introduced Todd, Hrriss, Hrrin, and Errala to
Jilamey.  At least he had enough manners not to gawk at the Hrrubans.

"Landreau, you say?" Todd asked with cool courtesy.  "Not any relation
to Admiral Landreau, by any chance?"

"The Admiral's my uncle.

That's why I got on your team." Jilamey grinned amiably.

"Isss zat so?" Hrriss said, taking up Todd's lead.

"I find it amazing that he would perrmit one of his kin to take parrt in
a Snake Hunt."

"Why not?" Jilamey appeared surprised.

"Supposed to be the best hunting available."

"The Admiral told you that?"

"He didn't need to.  Everyone knows that, Jilamey ingenuously assured
them.

The three old friends exchanged glances.  The boy couldn't possibly be
so naive.  Or was it simply that no one had ever dared tell him how his
uncle was linked with the Doonan snakes?  Quite possibly.

The settlers had escaped Landreau's attempt to dispose of witnesses to
his humiliation by driving a swarm of snakes down on the barn where he
had imprisoned the colonists.  He had never returned to Doona, nor would
he have been welcome.  It was amazing enough that his nephew had been
allowed to come.  However, now that Landreau was head of Spacedep, in
charge of space exploration and defense, he was also not someone to
antagonize.  If his nephew had inveigled a place on Team One, there
might be reasons not yet known to Todd and Hrriss.  But it galled Todd
to have to protect a Landreau from snakes.  Inwardly he also winced at
the comments likely being made by other teams about Team One.

"Read up on the Hunt, you say?" Todd asked.

"Everything I could find about the great snakes of Doona,' Jilamey
replied, grinning at everyone.

Could the fellow-Todd pegged him at the midtwenties-really be so naive?
Or was he disguising a covert assignment for his uncle with this
behavior?

"Team One is only one of many, then, you realize.  There are dozens of
teams,' and Todd gestured broadly to the various groups around the
village green, awaiting the reports of Sighters.

"Each team supports each other ." Jilamey nodded his head as Todd made
each point.  " .  .  and we may be called upon to break off and go to
another team's assistance if they're in trouble."

"But Team One takes the most chances, doesn't it?" And Jilamey looked
anxious.

"Always,' Hrriss assured him.  "You will have the best of sporrrt with
us!" His eyes glistened.

A Sighter's craft suddenly appeared and made an almost impossible swing
to land in front of the Assembly Hall in a cloud of dust.  The pilot
leaned out of a hastily opened window.

"We've spotted the main swarm!  They're starting to come out of the
hatching ground!  Should be due east of here in two, three hours at the
most.  We've left watchers with handsets in the brush along the way."
The announcement charged the atmosphere with eager anticipation.

Only the uninitiated shouted and whirled their horses in glee at the
coming test of courage.  Todd and Hrriss trotted their horses over to
the man, demanding details.  The snakes could move along with
unbelievable speeds.  The best way to minimize the danger to livestock
and Human was to intercept the swarms as far to the north of the main
settlements as possible.

Don and Jan, a husband and wife from one of the Amalgamated Worlds
colonies, galloped across the village green, slowing only when near the
sled.

"I was afraid we wouldn't make it,' Jan panted.

"We rode all the way from the Launch Center."

"Your timing's as good as ever,' Todd said.  The pair were good friends
to Doona.  "We're just getting ready to go.  You haven't missed a
thing." Don and Jan had moved up steadily from the other teams over the
years, and were genuine assets to Team One.  A slender woman woven out
of ~\p~~, Jan was a fine rider who had worked with the rare horses on
Earth, and also a skilled hand with lasso.  Don had keen vision, and was
a dead shot with a rifle. With their arrival, Team One's complement was
filled.  To Todd's relief, there were no more duffers assigned to them.

Team leaders made their way to preassigned positions, marked out on the
maps Hrriss had distributed the night before.  Transmitters of
featherweight Hrruban design were now being handed out to riders.  If
anyone became lost or injured, he or she was to call for help
immediately.  No place could be guaranteed as safe from adolescent
snakes.

"I don't want to carry a radio set,' Jilamey complained when he was
handed his unit.

"It doesn't weigh much,' Kelly said, snapping hers to a belt hook.

"But I don't wear a belt with this garb.  It spoils the sit of the
jacket.  I'm already wearing this silly safety helmet."

"Mr.  Landreau,' Todd said, resisting an impulse to tell the young fool
simply to belt up and go home, "the transmitter is not elective wear.

It could mean your life, or the safety of others." Could Landreau have
deliberately planted this imbecile in the hopes that he'd be killed and
the Admiral could blame Doonans?  Todd shook his head.  That was too
farfetched.  He pointed a finger at Jilamey.

"When you asked to hunt, you also signed an agreement, did you not, that
you would abide by our rules?" Startled, Jilamey nodded.  "If the sit of
your jacket means more to you than your life, and others in this team,
you don't have to wear the radio." Jilamey brightened.  "But you'll have
to stay in one of the snake blinds until it's over."

"Not a chance!" Jilamey protested, his eyes opening wide as he finally
realized that Todd meant exactly what he said.  "Oh, all right.  I don't
see what all the fuss is, anyway." With ill grace, he slung the
transmitter belt bandolero-style across his chest.

The giant reptiles of Doona made their way to spawning grounds on the
plains once a year, but for some reason returned from the sea along the
river.

They were fearsome to behold one at a time, but when they swarmed, as
they did during this season, it was a sight beyond terror.  The largest
ones, "Great Big Mommy Snakes' in Doonan parlance, were the stuff of
campfire stories to terrify small brothers and sisters on moonless
nights.  The most horrifying thing about the stories was that they were
true.  The snakes could reach lengths of twenty meters, with maws that
could ingest a full-grown horse.  Their smooth-muscled bodies were as
large as tree trunks and covered by tough protective scales.

Fortunately the snakes were not invincible.

Biologists had arguments over whether or not the snake stench stunned
smaller creatures.  Or whether, after all, the snakes were smart enough
to hunt upwind of their intended prey.  The young snakes, the
two-year-olds, making their first return trip to the plains, were the
most dangerous, because they weren't canny enough to avoid trouble.

The small ones were only small by comparison.

Even in their second year, they measured three meters, usually more. The
combination of their youthful energy and inexperience and their pangs of
wild hunger made them deadly adversaries.  A young snake could bring
down one of the fierce mdas all by itself.  Weaker animals were snapped
up as tidbits.

Doonans and Rralans had the advantage of knowing their terrain, the
horses they rode, and of having witnessed many Hunts.  But for
outworlders who arrived with more bravado than training, the objective
could be fatal.  The prey was tricky and very dangerous.  The contest
was even weighted somewhat on the side of the young snakes.  After all,
none of the Hunters were five meters long and muscled in every inch.

Then some wit decided to add an extra fillip, awarding "coup' points for
using the least technology or hardware possible in making the capture.

Every year, a few of the would-be heroes got hurt while trying to
capture a young snake that was too big or too wily.  Todd didn't
remember who had started the newest nonsense, but it had come to be a
big headache for him and the other Hunt team leaders.  He sympathized
belatedly with the original masters, who had been in charge when he
passed the adulthood ritual himself years before.  He had pulled off a
highly pointed coup by using a firehardened lance and a garrote to
finish off the snake, and carried home more eggs than anyone else that
year.

Every ranch had its own defenders, well prepared with bazookas, rifles,
even shouldermounted missiles to discourage reptiloid invasions.

It was preferable to deter entry rather than kill.

Some said that snakes remembered where they'd been deflected and stayed
away.

The snake stench was fierce along the river embankment, where the snakes
had passed on their way to the spawning ground.  The Appaloosa mare
rolled her eyes and twitched, but showed none of the other signs of
hysteria displayed by the younger mounts.  Kelly patted her neck and
settled into the comfortable saddle.  Kelly favored the style invented
by the gauchos of old Earth, which protected rider from horse with
layers of soft padding between each and the saddle frame.  The fluffy
sheepskin which Kelly bestrode on top of all made the contraption look
heavy and ridiculous.  In reality, it was lighter than most leather
saddles, and held her so snugly it was almost impossible for her to fall
off.  She was grateful for her choice, feeling her tailbones where she
had lost her saddle calluses.

If she rode a day on leather now, after four years' absence, she'd be
crippled for a week.  Chaps, like the ones worn by Todd and most of the
other Hunters, protected her legs from trees and scrub.

Fastened by her knees, she had two small crossbows, loaded with the
safety catches on, and half a gross of quarrels, some of them explosive.

She also had a spear with a crosspiece for protecting her hand at close
quarters, and the traditional paint-capsule gun for marking troublesome
snakes she couldn't reach, for the next teams to pick out.

Kelly noticed that Jilamey had an almost daintylooking slug-throwing
revolver slung on the horn as well as a number of the approved weapons
and that cumbersome quarterstaff.  Clicking her tongue at his naivete,
Kelly smiled.  Wait until he saw one of the Great Big Mommy Snakes.  His
pistol would do no more harm than flicking sand at a leviathan would.

They passed one of the snake blinds that lay next to the path.

The reek of the citrus perfume, like citronella, was powerful enough to
divert Humans as well as snakes.  Kelly was glad to see that the newer
snake blinds were situated close to thick, climbable trees.

If one of the Hunters got hurt, there was a quick haven available.

Above them, Saddle Ridge was nearly invisible through the trees.

As soon as they reached a landmark rock, they turned inland away from
the river path and cut through the forest into hilly grasslands.

Todd was leading them up as close as possible to the dunes without
breaking cover.  Once the snakes finished laying their eggs, they headed
in whatever direction they thought led to food on the way back to their
territories.  The job of the teams was to cut off their other options,
riding alongside the bulk of the snake swarm, guiding it back to the sea
without giving it a chance to stop.

"The safest thing,' Todd reminded the guests, "is to expedite the
snakes' passage.  There's plenty for them to eat in the water.  We try
not to kill the snakes that are willing to go peacefully.  We want the
wild young ones that endanger other creatures.

It'll be easy to pick out the rogues and mark them if we run with them.
We have to keep our distance from the main group, though, or they'll
just gang up on us and eat us all." Kelly could almost have repeated his
speech word for word.  It was the same one he had been giving for years.
She smiled impishly at his back, which he held straight in the saddle,
wondering what he would do if she chimed in.

She was fond of Todd, and equally fond of Hrriss.  Of course it was
nearly impossible to think of one without the other, they were so
inseparable.  A pity.  She couldn't help but think that their united
front was what had kept both of them single all these years.

Ahead of them, a streak of brown and gray as quick as a blink broke out
of the undergrowth and showed them a patterned back.  Jilamey let out a
yell, and Errala jumped, making her horse dance back out of the way. The
snake, a tiddler at four meters, seemed just as surprised to see them.
It doubled in its own length and scooted back into the brush.

"That one is afraid of us,' Hrriss said, holding up a hand to forestall
pursuit.  "It may already have eaten, or it has learned discretion in
the last years."

"I always like a Hunt that begins wjth a well-fed one,' Jan said grimly,
calming her mount.  The radio crackled into life: Teams Six and Seven
were in pursuit of snakes that had left the spawning grounds in the
opposite direction, but the majority were coming Team One's way.

More snakes followed the first one, but these attempted to slither past
the horses without stopping.  The snakes were normally solitary
creatures, but at this particular moment of their life cycle, they did
seem to understand safety in numbers.

When pressed too closely, they split up and headed in several
directions, hoping to elude pursuit.  The team formed a wall with spears
and flashing lights, heading off snakes and scaring them into the
direction they wanted them to go.  The Hunters and Beaters stationed
along the way would repeat the actions, keep them moving toward the
river route.

Suddenly a Mommy Snake, not one of the GBMSs, but still more than
respectable in size, appeared between the outcroppings of rock.  It was
followed by a swarm of smaller snakes that quickly outdistanced it.

Yelling into his radio, Todd wheeled his horse after them and kicked the
animal to a canter.  "We got some biggies on the road!" The others
followed, falling into position behind him.  The team formed a cordon
along the front edge of the swarm, following it downstream into the
trees, keeping it contained with pain and noise.

With the blunt end of spears, flashguns, whips, even brooms, they
pushed, prodded, and drove the snakes back into line.  The Hunters had
to stay spread out, since their quarry ran anywhere between twice a
man's height in length and fifteen meters long.  A single snake could
endanger several riders.  Somewhere behind them, as the stream of
reptiles advanced forward, Teams Two, Three, and Four were joining the
wall of Hunters.  The river acted as a natural barrier on the other
side, saving manpower.  Still more teams were spotted in the forests and
meadows, driving stragglers that broke out between the teams where the
Beaters' threshers couldn't go.

"Now we ride them into the sea,' Jilamey crowed, brandishing the staff
above his head like an Amerind he must have seen in the Archive
Pictures.

"It is not that easy,' Kelly yelled back, losing her composure at last.
Really, Jilamey was just begging to be killed.  Or thrown.  His mount
really didn't like all that brandishing.

A tiddler, probably returning from its first spawning, catching the
scent of the lathered mare, slithered toward her with amazing speed.
Calypso saw it coming and swapped ends to buck, lashing her hind feet
out at it.  Kelly hung on.  Calypso might be accustomed to the stink but
she retaliated in proper equine fashion to the direct assault.

Landreau, thinking he was being heroic, spurred his mount toward it and
slammed the staff down on its nose.  Abruptly his horse ran backward as
the tiddler reared up, ready to lunge forward, jaws wide and eager to
swallow horse and rider in one gulp.

Cursing Landreau and her horse in one breath, Kelly swung Calypso about
with the strength of her legs alone and leveled one of her crossbows at
the predator.  The snake was all bunched to strike when Kelly discharged
the bolt.  She'd lost none of her marksmanship in her four years away.
The quarrel struck right through the creature's forehead.  Sheer
momentum kept the snake moving toward its prey while Jilamey's terrified
mount managed incredible speed backward until it was jarred to a halt by
a tree.  Then, with a squeal of fear, the horse jumped off its hocks to
one side and took off in a panicked run, Jilamey clinging desperately to
his saddle.

Then the tiddler fell sideways, a wavy line that quickly disappeared
under the mass of snakes.  No doubt one of the other reptiles would stop
and eat the corpse while it was still twitching.

Team Two or Three would have to deal with it.

Kelly and Calypso resumed their position as they passed one of the pairs
of margin Hunters, who waved them a salute with spear and flashgun. They
were positioned well, on a small natural upthrust of rock overlooking
the well-worn river path.  The snakes disappeared from Kelly's view
briefly as the Hunters looped around the far side of the ridge and the
snakes followed their own old road.  It was to th Hunters' advantage
that their quarry preferred to slither on smooth dirt and stone rather
than over the uneven floor of the jungle.  Kelly guided Calypso among
the huge, ridged rla trees, keeping her eye on the young snakes.  Before
and behind her, flashguns popped, distracting the snakes who might break
out of line.

Snarling yips and growls erupted behind them, amid the sound of two
horses whinnying in fear.

Kelly risked a quick glance over her shoulder.  One of the bigger
reptiles was coming up behind them, followed by a pair of horses
crashing through the undergrowth.  Two of the Hrruban visitors from Team
Two had earmarked a Mommy Snake and were riding it down, without regard
for the organization of the Hunt or their own safety.  They wore only
their equipment belts and helmets, without a stitch of clothing over
their furred limbs and tails to protect against the branches whipping at
them.

Their quarry had slipped out of line and was now on the outside of the
Hunters' cordon.  The experienced riders in Team One knew that the snake
was only waiting to get far enough ahead of its pursuers to turn about
and strike.  Hrrubans had superlatively fast reflexes, but they were
slow as falling snowflakes compared with the teeth and coils of a Mommy
Snake.  Only experience countered speed.

The snake was tiring.  The species was made for sprinting and quick
striking, not long-distance runs, and it had recently laid its eggs. The
Hrrubans had probably surprised it coming directly off the hot sands
through the narrow gap.  It was in search of a wider place wlerc it
could make a stand.  Kelly didn't like the situation she could see
developing.

Couldn't the Hrrubans see that those meter-wide jaws could engulf one or
both of them?

Todd turned his head and exchanged glances with Hrriss.  The Hrruban
abruptly edged his horse out of the line and slipped between and ahead
of the two endangered Hunters.  Kelly was sure she hadn't seen either
one of the leaders lift his radio.

It was this sort of instantaneous cooperation which gave them their
reputation for telepathy.  Todd raised his rifle to his shoulder and
fired.

He was using an explosive shell.  The shot went off against the ground
in front of the Mommy Snake.  It slid to a rapid halt in a heap of coils
to see what had kicked up the dirt just as Hrriss gathered himself in
his saddle and sprang.

It was an amazing leap.  He landed on the back of the snake's neck.  Its
head went up to dislodge him, but he had sunk in his claws, the
advantage Hrrubans had over Hayumans.  Kelly judged the creature to be a
good fifteen meters long, and the snapping teeth were as long as her
hand.  The Hrruban would be just a mouthful if he slipped.

With one strong arm and his prehensile tail wound around the snake to
hold on, Hrriss took the knife from his belt.  The snake was unable to
reach him with its teeth, but it had miles of muscled coils upon which
it could call.  It bucked and twisted, trying to dislodge him.  A length
of tail snapped around Hrriss's leg and squeezed.  The Hrruban let out a
snarl of pain and hung on.  Kelly came level with him, then rode past
him, looking over her shoulder in horror.  She found she was riding next
to Todd, who had slowed down.

"I'm going back,' Todd called, wheeling his horse.  "Keep the line in
order."

"Right!  Quick kill, Todd,' Kelly replied.  She turned her eyes forward.
Behind her, she could hear Todd barking directions to the other two
Hrrubans on how to attack the snake without further endangering Hrriss.

Jan and Don had spread out to make up for the shortage in personnel. Don
was on the radio to the other teams, keeping track of the stragglers who
strayed out of the cordon.  He waved encouragement to Kelly, as did the
other two members of Team One.  Then Jilamey drew level with her,
babbling something, his sweaty face red with excitement.  Did she think
he needed to help Hiriss and Todd?  Idiot!

She waved him on, to fill in the line behind Don.  She lifted her radio
to her ear and picked up field coordination where Todd had left off.

He and Hrriss were already out of sight.  They'd handle the Mommy: they
were clever Hunters.

Todd galloped his horse back to where the Mommy Snake coiled and
writhed, trying to dislodge Hrriss.  Hrriss's now-riderless horse,
cannoning between the others, had scattered the two strange Hrrubans'
mounts in opposite directions, keeping them from reaching the Mommy
Snake's open maw, and probably saving their lives, though the ungrateful
Hunters would be unlikely to realize it.

Hrriss clung to the nape of the great reptile's neck, even though his
leg had to be paining him.

Repeated thrusts of his knife blade were scattering drops of ichor as
the snake flung its head from side to side, trying to get rid of the
agonizing pest on its back.  Hrriss kept on striking powerful blows but
the snake almost seemed to anticipate his targets and he hadn't hit
anything vital yet.  The blade bit again.

The great length of the snake coiled and writhed in fury.  The two
Hrrubans who were responsible for this disaster controlled their
hysterical horses at a distance from the giant reptile, watching Hrriss,
clearly not knowing what to do.  Todd cursed.  The Hunt was against
killing any of the wildlife that hadn't gone rogue.  Once one had gone
berserk, the Doonans had no choice but to kill it to save their own
lives.  It was just like these senseless strangers to incite one to
terminal frenzy and then sit back to watch the fun.  No, that was
unfair-they really didn't know what one of these snakes was capable of.
But that wouldn't help his friend.

By nw, Hrriss's two ocelots had joined the battle, tearing at the
snake's sides to help their master.  Long gouges were ripped from the
skin, oozing ichor that was churning dirt into a hideously viscous mud.

The snake bent its powerful neck to try and bite at the two little pests
on the ground, but as it bent for one, the other would rake at it from
the other side, turning its attention away.

Recognizing that he was unlikely to get a clear shot at the head of the
furiously thrashing snake, Todd put up his rifle and reached for the
lasso.  He began whirling the rope juSt above Gypsy's head, keeping the
noose small enough so as not to tangle in the branches above him.

Despite his care the rope snagged on a bush and he had to start over.

Shouts alerted him that Team Two was closing in on them, following the
next flux of snakes very near to the river path.  Out of the corner of
his eye, Todd could see that one of the riders had his own rope circling
above his head, just shy of the canopy of leaves.  Hrrula shouted to
show he was ready.

Hrriss ducked as low as he could go against the snake's back without
flinging himself into its coils.

Teeth gritted, Todd gave the signal, and both of them threw at once.  As
soon as the other man's noose dropped over the snake's head, he yanked
back on his horse's reins, causing the animal to dig in its hooves in
the soft mold and pull the rope taut.

Todd pulled back, too, and the snake fought between the two lines,
unable to reach either of its mounted tormentors.  Struggling wildly,
the snake released Hrriss's foot.  The Hrruban grabbed hold of one of
the ropes with a clawed hand and slashed repeatedly at the reptile's
throat with his blade.  It flung loops of itself forward to protect its
vulnerable undeflaw but not soon enough.  Too much damage had been done
by Hrriss's blade.  Its loops lost strength and its head hung in the
nooses, dying.

One of the strange Hrrubans, evidently deciding that the danger was
over, rode forward and plunged his spear through one of the snake's eyes
into its brain.  The writhing of the coils became more frenzied, and
gradually died into infinitesimal twitches.  Todd let his rope drop
slack and started to gather in the lengths, urging his horse forward
with his knees.

The Hrruban visitor's triumphant cry echoed through the forest.

"I have killed the great one!" he crowed, flexing his claws over his
head.

"The kill is Hrriss's,' Todd said flatly.  Hrriss was beginning to climb
free.  Todd swung off his horse to help him to his feet.  Hrriss
signalled that he was not seriously hurt, though he was favoring the
leg.

"If he had not acted when he did, the results might have been very
serious for you." On Hrrula's hissed orders, a Team Two rider went off
into the brush to retrieve Hrriss's horse.

He reappeared shortly, leading Hrriss's Rrhee, then rode off to rejoin
his own team, now far ahead in the jungle.  Hrriss spoke softly to calm
the ocelots, mad with bloodlust, who were still tearing at the twitching
corpse of the snake.

"But I plunged the spear through its brain!  It is dead, by my hand.  I
claim the kill,' the visitor insisted.

Todd let his eyes meet those of the strange Hrruban.  The visitor
possessed a very broad back stripe, indicating that he held a position
of rank in Hrruban society.

"With the greatest of respect,' Todd said, dropping into full formal
Hrruban which forced him to suppress the fury he felt, "there can be no
doubt that the creature was already dying when you rode forward." The
broad stripe was somewhat taken aback by his host's use of the formal
language.  Since that was used only during events of the greatest
importance, it was ingrained in the Hrruban not to disagree with the
speaker without considerable forethought.

Hrrula, an old ally of Todd's, waited silently nearby.

"Perhaps we will discuss the matter later,' Todd said politely,
gesturing to the Team Two leader.

"We must complete the Hunt.  Time is pressing."

"Quite right, honored guests,' Hrrula said, having slathered the snake
slashes and scale pinches with vrrela salve.  "With your permission,
zOdd Rrev, we must catch up with our team.  We are needed." Before the
strangers could protest, the Hrruban grabbed the rein of one of the
horses and pulled it after him.  The animal obediently followed the lead
mount.

In a moment, all three of them were out of sight.

Todd mounted up again.  He sent a concerned glance toward Hrriss.

"There's a snake blind only a hundred meters ahead, if you need a rest."
"I am all right,' Hrriss assured him.  "Truly.  There is no real damage.
The circulation will return to the leg in a short time.  It could have
been worse.

"Could have been much worse,' Todd said.  Then, with a wicked grin, he
added, "It could have been your tail!"

"Team Three leaving the spawning grounds,' his radio announced. "They're
moving slow this year.

Vic just herded a couple of tiddlers that were trying to leave the
grounds from the wrong side.  Look out for "em.  They're mad."

"Fardles !" Todd put his heels to his horse.  Hrriss's episode had taken
only a few minutes from start to finish.

The sound of hoofbeats pounding up behind her made Kelly swivel about in
concern.  One, no, two horses returning.  She relaxed and smiled as Todd
and Hrriss passed her.

"Hrriss did it in!" Todd called.  Hrriss was leaning to the right,
obviously favoring his left leg.  "Good kill.  Mommy Snake!  Fifteen and
a half meters or I'll eat it.  But he'd better not get a big head, or he
won't get through the trees!"

"You're lucky to be alive,' Kelly said to Hrriss, at the same time
pulling a face at Todd.  "That was a magnificent tackle!  I hope those
two Hrrubans realize you saved their lives."

"Those foolish ones were made to understand that by Zodd,' Hrriss
assured her, his tail tip lashing to one side of his saddle.

The others cheered and shouted encouragement to him as he resumed his
place in the line.  Todd moved ahead and raised his radio on high as a
signal to move out.  Kelly told the other team leaders that Todd was in
charge again and clipped her own box to her belt.

They were moving swiftly up on the most dangerous part of the Hunt.  The
team was about to leave the jungle and move out on featureless
grasslands.  Without the trees to restrict them, the snakes often
attempted to escape from their shepherds and go in search of landbound
food.  The task of keeping the swarm together the rest of the way was
made more difficult by the local landowner.

Twenty-five years ago, when the Treaty allowed more Humans in, to match
the Hrruban population, Codep had added four families to the original
eleven in the First Village.  The Boncyks were one of those four.  In
spite of warnings from the established colonists that the snakes used
this area as a thoroughfare twice a year, Wayne claimed the fertile
plain not far from the marsh for his family's holdings.  On top of that
disregard for local wisdom, the Boncyks compounded their problems by
running herds of cattle and teams of pigs, China and Poland.  Naturally
the snakes, especially the hungry tiddlers, found the smell of live meat
irresistible.

The larger ones, with the larger hungers, would go berserk if the wind
shifted to tantalize them with the odor of edibles.

To prevent wholesale slaughter, this was when the teams had to be most
alert.  The Hunters were already tired.  Fortunately the snakes were
wearing out, too, but they became more cantankerous and tricksy.

Once the tantalizing Boncyk farmlands were past, the salt marshes were
not far, and once the snakes reached them, they would disperse while the
teams remained on guard to drive back any who might decide to return to
dry land-and fat cows and pigs.  When the last of the snakes were back
in the salt marshes, hunting the rodents, waddlers, waders, and other
such tidbits, the Hunt would be declared over and the triumphant teams
would return to the village common, except for the skeleton force that
remained on guard until the next morning.

Jilamey had had his eye on a pair of young adolescent snakes almost
since he rejoined the run.

With the bare treetops of the marsh wood in sight, he was going to have
to move quickly to capture his quarries before they vanished into the
fetid waters.

Kelly watched him measuring the distance to the edge of the marsh.

With a now-or-never expression on his face, Landreau spurred his horse
toward the pair.  He had his quarterstaff well balanced in his right
hand, confident that he could knock the snakes on their blunt skulls,
stunning them, and secure them alive.

In theory, it was a good idea.  However, it failed utterly to take into
account the nature of snakes.

As soon as Jilamey thumped one of the fleeing tiddlers in the back of
the head with the heavy staff, it turned.  As quickly as patterned
lightning grounding through a rod, the snake swarmed up the
quarterstaff, hissing furiously.  It wrapped its wristthick coils around
Jilamey's arm and struck at him.

The long, white teeth snapped on nothing as the youth ducked and
thrashed at his assailant.

Letting her crossbow dangle, Kelly drew her knife and kicked Calypso to
the rescue.  The snake struck again, this time penetrating flesh.  With
a screech that ascended into the soprano register, Jilamey warded off
the snake and started clubbing the reptile over the head with the butt
of his little gun, which he had grabbed in desperation.

To the surprise of those observing the fracas, the snake dropped limp
across the saddlebow.  In the berserk frenzy of panic, Jilamey kept
battering the twitching body even after the others had called to him to
stop.

"Now, don't that beat all!" Don exclaimed, laughing.  "That micro-sized
popgun did some good, after all!"

"Well, gather him up before he slides off your lap!" Kelly ordered
Jilamey, reining in next to him and expertly digging her fingers for a
firm hold on the slippery scales. With her free hand, she fumbled for a
snake bag and passed it over.  "I don't think you remembered one of
these.  Cram it in and be sure you tie the neck of the sack as tight as
possible.

They've been known to wiggle free if they've any space."

"I did it, didn't I?  I captured one!" Jilamey's red face was now
suffused with incredulous triumph and his voice broke a bit on the
"captured."

"If you remember to get it in the bag,' Hrrin called, teeth showing
under his feathery brown moustache.  Although excitement made his hands
shake, Jilamey managed to stuff the limply uncooperative and slithery
coils of snake into the bag and securely fastened the tie.

"Congratulations.

You're half-way there!" Hrrin added.

Still holding the bag, Jilamey looked about him, not certain what to do
with his prize.  Jan took pity on him and helped him secure it to the
saddle on rings embedded in the saddle tree for just such a purpose.
Eyes shining, Jilamey galloped to rejoin Team One.  Jan followed more
sedately, an indulgent grin on her face.

Just inside the boundaries of his ranch, Wayne sat on his horse, flanked
by his wife, Anne, and their eldest son.  Nearby, on a pair of nervously
curvetting horses, were Wayne's guests for the Hunt, a couple from the
Hrruban home world.

They were all armed with crossbows with explosive quarrels, ready to
deal with any reptiles escaping from the cordon.  The younger Boncyk
hefted a bazooka on his right shoulder while his horse shifted under
him, trying to balance itself against the weight.  Wayne posed another
problem to the teams: he was a notoriously bad shot.  He had a tendency
to detonate the ground right in front of a Hunter's horse more often
than the snake it was pursuing.  Todd's horse had been spooked by one of
Wayne's bombs the year before, dumping him in the pigpens, so he kept
one wary eye on the stockman as they passed him.

Kelly could feel the wind shifting as they came up the hill.  That was
the worst thing that could happen.  Instead of a following breeze that
swirled the heady snake musk around them, a new stench filled the air,
as potent as snake, blindingly putrid as well as sickly sweet.

"Faugh,' Kelly said, averting her head and wondering if it would do any
good to jerk her scarf over her nose.

"Oh, no,' Todd groaned.  "Pig air!" Not only pig was in the air but also
the delectable aroma of livestock, blown directly from the Boncyk herds
and teams into the noses of ravenous snakes.

In a maneuver as planned as a dress parade, the snakes turned, a great
river of rippling, leafpatterned hide across the Hunters' cordon,
rolling uphill toward the farm buildings.  With no river, hill, or wood
between the snake thoroughfare and the farm, there were no barriers to
deflect the snakes' inexorable approach.

The moment the pig stink came his way, Todd called for the Sighter
crafts to pick up Lures and make a drop near the marsh in an attempt to
divert the main bulk of the reptiles.  Then he called for any available
Beaters and Hunters.  The teams spread themselves out across the field
to try and contain the flow and regain control.  Kelly could hear the
screaming farm animals, their cries reaching up the scale to pure panic.
They seemed to sense their danger despite the shift of the wind.

Boars might have stood and faced the reptiles, but not the gentler China
and Poland pigs who were milling about their sturdy pens with no refuge
from the approaching menaces.  Even if the pressure of the terrified
animals broke down the pen bars, they hadn't the speed to outrun snakes.
The only hope of saving them was to head the snakes off again, with full
firepower if need be, before they reached the pens.

"Stop them!" Boncyk called, galloping up, waving his crossbow.

"My pigs!"

"Damnit, Wayne, you've been told year after year to get those pigs out
of here before spawning season!" Don snapped.

"The sows are farrowing this month!  I can't move them when they're
birthing; they're too set in their ways."

"They're not the only ones,' Don grumbled under his breath, but Kelly
heard him and grinned.

The stockman and his retinue galloped after Team One, haranguing Todd
all the way.  Todd had one object in mind: to stand between the
threatened sties and the onrush of snakes, firing to turn them away.

It was unlikely that they could save all the animals, but he meant his
team to try.

The wooden enclosures were too far apart and too big for the Hunters to
surround.  The team hauled their horses to a halt, giving them a
breather as they assessed the best vantage points before the swarm
arrived.

Todd and Hrriss decided that they'd best guard the narrow path between
the two barns that lay between the snakes and their prey.

Bottling them up in that space would make them easier to turn, with some
scud bombs to halt them and give the ones behind pause.  The older and
bigger snakes were smart enough to sense the danger of such tight
quarters and turn back to look for easier pickings in the marshes.

Wayne and his family flanked the edges of the buildings, concentrating
on the reptiles who would avoid the main route and try to slip around.
Still watching the way the wind blew, Kelly realized that the wind
carrying the pigs' scent was blowing directly toward the worn pathway,
and not back into the main mass of reptiles.  If the wind shifted,
they'd be surrounded in minutes.  And goodbye, Boncyk Bacon.

The defiant screams of the team's horses echoed off the high walls to
either side of them.  The slower-moving snakes were nearly there.

Kelly had never noticed before what a terrifying sound their bellies
made, slithering on the dry grass.  Oh, a single snake could be silent
when it was sneaking up on its prey, but dozens and hundreds of them
made the grass hiss beneath them.

"Don't worry about tiddlers,' Todd cried.  "It's the big ones that we
need to turn back.  They can swallow a sow whole."

"Here!  I need help here!" Anne Boncyk shouted from behind the grain
barn.  She galloped into sight, waving an empty crossbow.  "There's a
mess of them sneaking around the barn!" Kelly swiveled her head.  Two of
the infiltrators were lying contentedly in the gravel, engulfing the
bodies of their deceased comrades without a care for the crossbow
quarrels sticking straight up, but half a dozen others were making
straight for the farrowing pens.

With a sharp command, Hrriss sent his ocelots to Anne's rescue.

Gathering their haunches, the spotted cats pounced onto the back of the
two largest reptiles, four meters long, and dragged them thrashing like
severed air hoses out of the pens.

With a quick bite behind the flat heads, the cats dispatched their prey
and went for two more.  The respite gave Anne time to reload both her
crossbows.

A young reptile, only about three meters long, whipped between the
team's horses.  Three spears jabbed for it all at once, but all missed
their mark.

"Damn!" groaned Don, and shouted over his shoulder, "Anne, a three-meter
coming through!"

"No, I'll take it!" Jilamey said.  "I gotta get two.

He wheeled his horse about and pursued the young snake.

Rolling his eyes at such bravado, Todd gestured for Kelly to follow
Landreau.  If the boy had been sent to embarrass Doona by getting killed
in the Snake Hunt, Todd was determined the plan would fail.  Jilamey had
managed the first catch, somehow, but anything could happen here, with
snakes all too dose to valuable stock.

At first, the snake was too intent on catching its meal to realize it
was being pursued.  Jilamey drew his miniature gun and shot at its back.
He hit it square, but the low-caliber slug just bounced off the scaly
hide.  But the snake felt the impact and turned to see what had hit it.
Seeing Jilamey bearing down, it slowed a trifle.

Encouraged, Jilamey galloped at it, trusty quarterstaff poised above his
head.  "Yeee-hah!" he yelled, bringing the long stick down on the snake.

It was a good, solid hit.  The snake stopped dead and compressed itself
into a hurt knot.  Jilamey had learned a lesson during his previous
misadventure.

Before the snake could get a coil about the staff, he discarded it and
reached for the crossbow.

He never got a chance to use it.  The snake sprang around the horse's
leg, lashing out with its tail to encircle a hind leg and bring the
animal, and rider, down.  The horse, instinctively lashing out behind,
then reared and stumbled, falling across a young Mommy Snake which had
broken through the cordon.  The Mommy was stunned and the tiddler got
mashed.  Todd and Gypsy came round the corner, chasing the Mommy, Todd
with his crossbow cocked.  If Jilamey fell now, the Mommy would take him
in one gulp.

But Jilamey's mount was an old campaigner, and once he felt his legs
free, he danced backward as fast as he was able until he was stopped by
the rails of the sty, where once again he reared, striking out with his
front legs.  The Mommy reared up, too, just as Jilamey, roanng commands
at the rearing horse, slid off its rump, over the rails and straight
into the sty, landing with a splat on his back in the muck.

"Augh!" the youth cried, flailing his arms and legs.  "Help me!  I can't
get up!" Jilamey couldn't see the danger he was still in, with the
tiddler rousing from its mauling, and the Mommy equally interested in
this convenient quarry.  Todd shot a defensive charge under the Mommy's
tail: pain and noise alarmed it enough to divert its path so that it
swerved into the tiddler.  A second explosive burst in front of them,
and both shot away, Todd in pursuit.

Trying very hard not to laugh, Kelly swung off Calypso and, keeping a
good hold on the reins, reached through the fence rails into the pen. It
took an effort, but she got the young man to his unsteady feet and
guided him back onto solid ground.

"You're out of the race, Master Landreau,' Kelly said, trying not to
take a deep breath.  The sour miasma of pig excrement made her gag.

Calypso kept backing away from the stench, pulling Kelly's arm nearly
out of the socket.  "Unless you can clean up real quick someplace." As
Jilamey, disgust and horror contorting his features, tried to scrape
muck off his body, Kelly managed to catch his horse and then had trouble
getting the horse to approach its erstwhile rider.

"My snake?  My second snake?  What happened to it?" And to Kelly's
surprise, he started to run back to the place of his near demise,
darting about, looking for the reptile.

"That one's long gone, Jilamey."

"But what'll I do?" Jilamey looked so pathetic that Kelly nearly laughed
aloud.

"What we do is get you to the nearest blind and check you for cuts.  You
don't want muck-infected wounds, I assure you.

"But I've got to get the second one, Jilamey insisted.

"Like that?" He tried to approach his horse, who kept backing away
snorting.

"It's not far to the nearest blind, Jilamey.  We'll clean you up and
maybe then the horse'll let you on him."

"But they're all going that way!" he said, dazedly looking back at the
melee in the Boncyk yard.

More riders were reinforcing Team One by that time, and the pigsties
were well cordoned off from the snakes.  "I must have my second snake."
"You're lucky you got one!" she said, beginning to lose patience.  "And
we've got to clean you up.

Then at least you can ride back to town." The prospect of walking that
far clearly won his attention.  So, while Kelly on Calypso led his
horse, they made their way to the nearest snake blind, which was not far
away, but back in the woods away from the Boncyk farmyard.  As she led
him, she hoped that his stench would not entice a tiddler or Mommy to
investigate his delightfulness.  On the way, they met the backup riders
who were going out to help Todd.

"He took a fall,' Kelly said, over and over again, as her friends threw
her puzzled glances.  "Good hunting!  Good hunting!" Wish I could finish
it with you, she thought.  Nerd-sitting is such a nuisance.

Having to sit a Landreau was close to insult in her lexicon.

Once the four spectators inside the tiny building got a whiff of
Jilamey, there was no way he would be given room.  Not even the heavily
scented hunting box could overcome the odor clinging to the young man.

There was, however, a barrel of rainwater just outside and it was the
will of the many that Jilamey might have use of all of it.  As there was
no window on that side of the blind, he went outside and stripped off
his sodden clothing.

When he was safely inside the barrel, Kelly took a shovel and scooped up
the stinking remains of the once sporty outfit.  She left the knee boots
because her brother knew how to neutralize the odor on leather.  Spare
clothes were donated and a sort of a towel, and pretty soon, Jilamey,
smelling considerably more like a Human, was allowed back into the
blind.

Then Kelly could check for wounds.  Once the muck had been scraped off,
she found several.

Nothing major, but scrapes, one shallow cut, and many bruises, the worst
of which blossomed on his left cheek and ear.  If it hadn't been for the
regulation helmet, he might have crushed his skull on the fence post.

"I have never had anything like that happen to me in my life,' Jilamey
said, over and over, as she dabbed at his injuries with disinfectant and
rubbed a styptic to stop the bleeding.  "I thought that snake was going
to eat me!"

"You were a very handy morsel,' Kelly replied, carefully smearing vrrela
from her medical kit on the scrapes.

She reached for one of the flasks at her belt.  "But Todd doesn't allow
snakes to feed on his team members.  Have a drink of this." Jilamey
uncorked the mlada and took a tentative sip.  He followed that taste
with a more enthusiastic tot and sighed happily as the warmth of the
liquor hit.

"Not too much,' Kelly warned him, taking the flask away and recorking
it.  "It's strong."

"Strong is what I need right now,' he pleaded.

"One more?"

"Well .  ." Kelly studied him and decided what he'd been through was
worth one more drink.

His bruises would probably hurt more as they developed.

"All right,' she said, pouring him another.

"Todd saved my life,' Jilamey remarked thoughtfully.  He sat up on the
edge of that remark and winced, settling back again in the low chair.
"My uncle, the Admiral, has'always held a poor opinion of the Reeve
family, though he never says why.

Even when I asked him after I knew I was going on this Hunt.  I shall
tell him how wrong he is.  If he had seen Todd today, he'd be ever, ever
so impressed."

"Todd was only doing his duty as team leader, Kelly said carefully.  She
was amused as Jilamey had regained his affected manner of speech as soon
as he was comfortable again.  "But he is quite an impressive person."

"I agree!" Jilamey said, both hands clutching the small hammered metal
cup.  "It was most daring of him to sweep down like that, right in the
face of the G-what did you call it?" Kelly smiled to herself.
Undoubtedly he would regale his friends endlessly about his Snake Hunt.

He might even tell the truth.  It certainly wouldn't hurt Todd's
reputation to have the story go around.

"GBMS.  It stands for Great Big Mommy Snake.

Nearly all of the big ones that come out for spawning are the females."
"And he drove them both off lust before they could reach me.

He saved my life.  I admire him ever so.  I know better than to believe
everything my uncle has been saying about his family.  He 5

wrong when he says that Reeve is out of his element here, and should be
returned home for his own good.  If the father is at all like the son,
well, I've never seen anyone better suited to a wild venue." The young
man chuckled self-deprecatingly.  "Certainly I'm not.  I know I'll only
play at it the odd weekend or two." He raised his eyebrows entreatingly
and extended the cup toward Kelly.  She had been listening intently ever
since Jilamey had mentioned his uncle.

"Oh, well, one more won't hurt you,' she said, pretending reluctance,
but eager to hear more.  She poured the cup full.  "It's all organic,
you know." Any gossip about the great Landreau interested all Doonans
personally.  Having just returned from Earth, she was more aware than
most of the tensions surrounding the upcoming Treaty Renewal, and the
disagreement between the factions pro and con.  "So what did your uncle
think of you coming here for the Snake Hunt, Jilamey?"

CHAPTER 2

The WRIThING, SQUIRMING CARGO WAS hauled back triumphantly to the center
of the Human settlement.  Hunters who had successfully passed their rite
of passage with the capture of two snakes were congratulated and toasted
with splashes of mlada, some of them directed internally.  With
understandable satisfaction, Todd saw the two Hrrubans who had
endangered Hrriss ride back into the square, hunched over their
saddlebows in pain.  They had the telltale swellings or rroamal
inflammation under the fur on their arms and legs.  At some point on
their wild ride they had passed through trees bearing the toxic vines.

Because the inflammation wasn't far advanced, a quick application of
vrrela would swiftly cure the agony, but Todd couldn't help but think of
their suffering as a measure of justice.

The heavenly smell of cooking greeted them all.

Meat was turning on spits in roasting pits, which were also filled with
freshly picked corn on the cob and newly dug potatoes.  The combined
aromas made the returning Hunters half frantic with hunger.

"Not a bite until you clean up!" Pat Reeve shouted at her dust-covered
son.  Todd grinned and pointed to the carcasses of the small snakes
thrown across the rump of his horse.  She returned the grin and held up
her joined hands over her head as a gesture of victory.  The snakes'
meat would be thrown into a savory stew to simmer with root vegetables
and fresh herbs.  Some of the traditions of Snake Hunt were a lot more
delicious than others.

"Where's Mrrva?" Todd called back over the clamor.  "Hrriss got his leg
squeezed by a Mommy Snake." Pat's eyes widened in concern.

"She's inside,' she said, gathering up the small carcasses and hurryin,
toward the door.  "I'll warn her.  You get him inside.

Hrriss protested that he was all right.  "I have been pressed worse
between my hrrss's body and the stable wall,' he pleaded.

"Come on." Todd ignored his friend's protests, knowing that the leg had
to hurt a lot more than Hrriss was letting on.  He helped Hrriss off
Rrhee and shepherded him toward the Hall.  "If your mother doesn't kill
me for neglecting you, mine will.

Once Hrriss was in the capable hands of his mother, Mrrva, Todd checked
on the other members of his team.

The hunting parties, still congratulating each other, finally separated
to wash and dress for the upcoming celebratory banquet.

Medics took charge of the injured.  There were numerous wounds and
bruises due to inexperience with the vegetation of DoonaiRrala and a
long horseback ride.

Nonparticipants clamored for firsthand stories and adventures from the
heroes, and sympathized with the disappointed Hunters who had returned
empty-handed.  Todd congratulated several young friends who had passed
their ritual, and checked on the various small wounds that some of his
team members and friends had sustained.  There had been no deaths in any
team during this Hunt.  The unusually hot weather had somewhat slowed
the snakes' usual split-second reflexes.  Todd felt they'd been
extraordinarily lucky, considering how many amateurs had ridden out.  He
walked Gypsy and Rrhee down to the paddock to unsaddle and turn them
loose, enjoying the post-Hunt atmosphere, listening to everyone
comparing brags about the size of the ones that got away.

Soon, he was able to work his way to his own quarters and the
longawaited and much-needed shower.

There were preparations for the usual all-out blast of a party going on
in the Assembly Hall.  It was the biggest building on DoonaiRrala, bar
the Archives Building on the Treaty Island.  It lay on the Human side of
the Friendship bridge halfway between the new construction which
replaced the first Human village and the first Hrruban village.  It took
the place of the much smaller mess hall, which had been the chief
building of the original settlement.  The support beams and wide windows
of the Hall were of extruded plastic, but the white walls and roof were
formed of the same sealed-rla wood as the bridge.  The many ornaments
and statuary on and within its walls had been donated by craftspeople
from both races and every village on the planet.

It was surrounded by gravel walks and pathways that rambled in a
pleasing knotlike pattern among gardens containing rare plants from
Earth and Hrruba, proudly maintained by volunteer gardeners.  During
other times of the year than Snake Hunt, the entire sentient population
of the planet could fit within the walls of the Assembly Hall or in its
landscaped grounds, for speeches or celebrations.  The Hall doubled as
the social center whenever visitors came.

The five days following each Snake Hunt were designated by Doonans as
New Home Week, recreating an Earth custom of reunion, but as Dot McKee,
one of the senior settlers, pointed out, for their new home, instead of
their old one.  If at all possible, everyone returned home for New Home
Week.  Unless they were on exploration missions, no great effort was
required of the Hrruban settlers, for every Hrruban had access to
transportation grids.  But the Human Rralans had to make sacrifices of
time, effort, and money.  Either way, both species came home some way or
other.  So Kelly hoped to see several of her primary-school chums back
from long-term exploration missions for Spacedep and the colonizing arm
of the Hrruban government.  She hoped that Todd's brother, Dan, would be
among them.  Right now, she had to find Todd and report what Jilamey had
said.

The DoonaiRrala Ad Hoc Band was tuning up in a corner of the Assembly
Hall when Kelly entered.

She smiled at Mrs.  Lawrence, the leader of the band, and then began to
circulate.  The Hall had been beautifully decorated for the feast.
Floating wicks burned in glass sconces containing scented oil.

The sconces hung on the walls between bright festival decorations.

Long tables draped with white embroidered cloths had been set up
perpendicular to the head table on its dais.  Kelly wandered about,
searching for Todd and Hrriss, and finally saw them sitting together at
the opposite end of the Hall.

Hrriss glanced up and caught her eye to wave her over.

"Who'd ever guess you've been chasing snakes!

Give us a twirl!" Todd said.  "Very pretty!" he added approvingly, as
she executed a neat turn on her heel to show off her dress.

She'd brought it specially for tonight, a confection of shimmering blue
and gold with a fluffy kneelength skirt.  "Glad you approve, citizen,'
Kelly replied pertly, ducking into a graceful curtsy.  "I'll have you
know that this is the very latest style from Earth in evening
informal-to distinguish from casual, which this most definitely is not.

Notice please the wide skirt, to show an insouciant disregard for the
tightness of Corridors and Aisles.

The very height of fashion, or should I say width?

Can I sit down or is there something else I'm supposed to do right now?"
Todd gave a snort.  "We do the Hunt.  Others do the food,' he said.
"Mother, Mrrva, and Mrs.  Hu have that in hand." He reached out and,
grabbing her hand, neatly pulled her onto the benchbeside them.

"Hrriss, is your leg all right?" Kelly asked, wondering if that was why
the pair were so indolent in the busy Hall.  She saw no bandage, though
she caught the astringent odor of vrrela.

"Oh, zat!" Hrriss dismissed it with a negligent click of lightly
extended claws.  "It was nozzing as I told zOdd.  I am only bruised.

We are sorry to have missed you on the rest of the ride,' he added
regretfully.

"Me, too,' Kelly sighed.  Despite the rain barrel, Jilamey had exuded a
pong that she was afraid might cling to her and spoil this evening.  I
dropped my nerd off at the medical center for a full checkover, and took
a double-long shower to get the pig smell off.  Did I miss anything
good?"

"You left just before the best part,' Todd said, grinning broadly at the
memory.  "We were afraid that once the mass of snakes caught up to us.
they'd make short work of all Wayne's stock, but we didn't count on the
sows.  When the tiddlers started coming through the slats into their
pens, they turned as aggressive as you could have wished.

Wayne was delighted."

"Really?" Kelly wondered if Todd was teasing her, but a quick look at
Hrriss confirmed that this master dissembler was telling the truth.

"They stomped the snakes flat.  Hell hath no fury like a sow whose
piglets are in danger,' Todd chortled.  "Those sharp hooves chopped
lengths off the tiddlers that got through.  The others turned around and
fled."

"So we concentrated on the Mommy Sssnakess, Hrriss added.

"By the time the Beaters arrived, we were able to get the swarm back
into line.  The boars were snorting war cries by the time we started zo
clear out of there." Kelly applauded, laughing.  "Let's have a Pig
Brigade next year."

"That's what I suggested to Wayne,' Todd said, grinning with malice.
"Since he won't move them out of the way, we might as well get some help
from them.  They're as good as ocelots for chopping up tiddlers."

"Nearly as good,' Hrriss corrected him mildly.

Todd favored his friend with an openmouthed stare of feigned
astonishment.

"Don't compare chickens and brrnas,' Kelly said, playfully putting a
hand between them.  "I'm glad I got you two alone before everything got
started,' she continued in an undertone, turning so her back shielded
her words.  "I tried to find your father, Todd, but he's out showing
some diplomats around the model stock ranches.  Young Jilamey got
talkative when he got mlada'd up in the snake blind.  I don't think he
realized what he was implying, in his chummy confidences about Uncle
Landreau's opinion of the Reeve family." So she repeated Jilamey's exact
words.

"Dad and me out of our element here?" Todd demanded, more indignant than
insulted.  He let out a harsh bark of laughter.  "Earth never was my
element!" Kelly grinned, a sparkle in her eyes.  "Well, you've won one
staunch adherent in Jilamey today.

Jilamey admires you tremendously for saving him from the very jaws of
death.  And he's going to tell his uncle how quick and clever you were.

Todd snorted.  "Much weight that'll carry with Al Landreau.

Candidly I was thinking that maybe the Admiral sent the kid into the
Snake Hunt to get him killed and make the Reeves look worse.

"It failed, didn't it?" Hrriss said, but the tips of his claws were
showing as he rattled them on his knee.

"As the Mayday failed?" Todd said softly.

"What Mayday?" Kelly asked, wondering if she'd missed something.

Todd's brows drew down over his nose.  He stared off across the room,
blank-faced.  His hands twitched, showing the tension that he wouldn't
allow his face to reveal.  Kelly knew the signs.  Todd was revving up to
full anger even if he never let it go public.

"Landreau has absolutely no grounds to pull any of us out of the colony,
no matter what his personal opinion-and grievance against us-might be.
Hrriss scowled, pulling his eyebrow whiskers together.

"There were ominous undertones at the Hrrethan celebration we attended,'
he said.  "We are all aware that pressure of some kind would increase
now that the Treaty Renewal talks are so close.  Two of the Hayuman
speakers who were on Hrretha are here now, too, Varnorian and Rogitel.

Rrev has seen them, but I think he has not spoken with them."

"At least you're aware of undercurrents,' Kelly said, deciding that now
was the time to reveal her own budget of suspicion and anxieties.  "1

caught more than that on Earth,' and to give herself time to organize
her thoughts, she filched nuts from one of the appetizer bowls next to
her on the long table.

"Jilamey's comments today merely support the innuendos.  I was going to
talk to Ken and Hrrestan in private, but, with the shuttle's delay, I
barely arrived home in time to ride out on Hunt.

"As you two should know.  Alreldep is completely pro-Doona, but I wish i
could say the same for the other two space services.  I feel almost
endangered when I have to carry a message to Spacedep offices.

Now that there are plenty of thriving colonies, there is a feeling that
Doona is no longer needed.

The experiment was "interesting," that's all.  The Treaty may just as
well be voided, and we can all go our separate ways.

"Has public sentiment gone that far against us?" Todd asked sadly.

"The public?  No!" Kelly hurried to assure him.

"They voted on allowing Doona to be colonized, and from what I can tell,
none of them have changed their minds.  The government agencies are what
we have to worry about.  To the average man or woman in, say, Air
Recycling or Food Services, Doona is still the shining star, the
pastoral world that opened up space travel and revitalized Earth's
economy." Kelly plastered.  an imaginary banner on the sky with a sweep
of her hand.  "Even if those people're unsuited to colonizaton, they're
making sure that their sons and daughters are taking specialized
training so they'll be qualified one day.

n And every child who visits Alreldep on a school tour wants to be the
one to find the next Doona.

It's the old flatheads in Spacedep who want us to go back to square one
and pretend that a cohabited colony never happened.

Especially not one independent from the government of Earth and on which
the Earth language is subordinated in favor of the co-inhabitor's.
Having to speak Middle Hrruban when they come here is one of the things
that really rankle with them." She smiled and shook her head, taken
aback at her own frankness.  "Listen to me go on!  Do you know how long
it's been since I've been able to talk like that?

It's not approved for diplomats to be heard spouting judgmental
statements.  Unfortunately I've got no proof of opposition except gossip
and the unwelcoming mien of Spacedep menials.  You'd just have to trust
my powers of observation, such as they are.

"How long have we been friends?" Hrriss said, speaking in the Low
Hrruban of a familial group.

"We have trusted you since you were able to ride a Hunt."

"Before that,' Todd replied in the same vein.

Two Human women passed them, carrying a huge basket of bread between
them.  Hrriss looked about cautiously before replying, and glanced at
Todd for permission.  He and Todd had discussed the matter and decided
that Kelly had to be told what had happened.  With her connections in
Alreldep, she'd have access to offices and ranking officials that they
did not.

"Unfortunately we have perhaps precipitated an event which would ssserve
Spacedep's purpose well, though we do not yet know who is responsible
for engineering it." Kelly's eyes went wide.  "What happened?"

"This is confidential, you understand,' Todd said, still in Low Hrruban,
which would make what he said unintelligible to many.

Kelly grinned at his tactic and nodded for him to continue.  "On the way
back from Hrretha, we received a Mayday signal, coming from an
uninhabited, interdicted world,' Todd went on, twisting his shoulders at
their naivete.  "We responded to the call, only to discover that it was
coming from a beacon drone.  We found no trace of radiation or ion drive
to tell where the ship that dropped it came from.  Anyone passing that
way could have heard the Mayday, but unluckily it was us."

"The fact remains that we crossed into a forbidden zone for no purpose,'
Hrriss finished, his purring voice low.

"But you'd have the log record of the Mayday .  .  ." Kelly began.

"We nearly didn't,' Todd replied sourly.  A slight malfunction .

.


"Corrected by a kick,' Hrriss said, grinning.

"In the holographic recorder,' Todd finished.

"Loose circuit?" Kelly asked, even as she wondered why she was trying to
find logical explanations of the malfunction.

"More likely'-Todd managed a fine approximation of an Hrruban growl -
"it got overserviced when the Hrrethan space station insisted on being
sure the Albatross was in perfect working order.

"Even though we assured them that our own people had serviced it before
we started out,' Hrriss added, letting one claw escape its sheath.

"So no idea who put the drone out there?" Kelly asked, knowing the
answer even before Hrriss shook his head.

"There were others who would make their second warp jump at those
particular coordinates,' Hrriss said, "but everyone knew we were anxious
to return speedily to RraIa."

"So it was set up to catch you two." Her remark was more statement than
question.

"That's the most logical assumption,' Todd said, "in the present
circumstances, but we have a recording of that Mayday, which I don't
think we were supposed to have."

"And you let Hrriss do all the talking, didn't you?" Kelly asked
briskly, and looked relieved when both nodded. Then her shoulders
sagged.

"But it's just the sort of incident Spacedep would contrive, an
unnecessary breach of the Treaty and by a Doonan.

"And a Hrruban!" Hrriss reminded her.

She did not like the inferences that even an idiot could draw, let alone
an anti-Doona faction.  "Who else knows about this?"

"Our fathers,' Hrriss said, "Hrrestan and Rrev.  it was decided to defer
the matter until after the Hunt."

"Sensible.  No one on Doona'd let you escape your Hunt
responsibilities,' Kelly said, and then to insert some levity into the
conversation, including me.  And,' she added more brightly, "since this
is Doona, you'll be believed.  It's on Earth that I wouldn't give a
cracked egg for your chances.  If we can only limit the incident to
Doona-once the visitors have left and can't get their noses into
something as juicy as an interdiction breach."

"In any case, I'm the one at fault,' Todd said in his characteristic
forthright manner.  "I was piloting the ship, and I insisted that we
respond to the Mayday, even if it meant passing an interdiction buoy.
It's serious but it oughtn't to damage the Doonan Treaty."

"Hear him.  He would have us suffer even before being found guilty,'
Hrriss said wryly, nudging Todd in the ribs with the back of his hand.
"First it must be proved to the Treaty Council that we acted out of
malice.  If sanctity of life cannot supersede borders and barriers, then
we may not call ourselves civilized."

"Well, let's not borrow trouble from tomorrow, huh?" Kelly said, cocking
her head at them.  "I'm not without resources, you know. Just let me
know when to call in favors, and where, and you know I'll do it." Then,
seeing a swarm of guests crowding into the Hall, she reverted to
Standard.  "It's party time, lads,' she said, rising to her feet, giving
her skirts a pracced flirt.  "And I intend to party!" Since by tradition
and Treaty, there was no hotel, guests were assigned space in the old
plastic cabins of the original village.  Many visitors found them a
diverting change from the usual sterile accommodations.  The more
prestigious were billeted with Doonan host families, and the overflow
used canvas tenting shelters.  However, Doonans, Hayuman and Hrruban
alike, provided visitors with Friendly Native Guides to keep them
company and, more important, to show them the dangerous vegetation and
keep them from unexpectedly rousing the ferocious bearlike mda.  Such
individual contacts with those from other worlds had improved good
opinions of Doona over the past twenty-five years.

This year, the Shihs, Phyllis and Hu, leader of the First Human Village,
were pleased to have the honor of hosting the Fifth Speaker, the Hrruban
Minister for Health and Medicine.  The Hrruban's stripe was noticeably
broader and his mane was whitening around his face, but he was solemnly
kind to all who approached to greet him.  He caught Todd's eye and
smiled.  They had met on Hrretha only a few weeks before.  Most likely,
the venerable Hrruban was still seeing the small boy dressed in mda fur
with a rope tail tied around his waist instead of a grown man in normal
Earth-style tunic and trousers.  Responding to that memory himself, Todd
straightened his tunic and squared his shoulders as the Speaker and Hu
neared him.

"A fine Hunt, and, it would seem, a fine party to come,' Hu Shih
complimented Todd, reaching up to pat the young man on the shoulder, and
nodding amiably to Hrriss.  The venerable metropologist's eyes were
shining as he took in the decorations and the happy crowd filling the
Hall.  "No Hunters with more than scrapes and bruises and' - Hu's eyes
twinkled-'depressed ambitions.  Very well done, indeed."

"Thank you, sir,' Todd said, politely dropping into Middle Hrruban,
since the Fifth Speaker was here in a social capacity.  "Have you heard
about the Boncyk sows?"

"Indeed we have,' Hu Shih replied, his usually composed face becoming
wreathed with laughter.

"The tale will return with me to Hrruba,' the Fifth Speaker replied, his
deep black eyes sparkling.  "It is, of course, the greatest pity that
the scene was not recorded, but the various narrators seem to agree on
so many details that the truth will not suffer much in the retelling."
"We are considering the addition of a Sow Brigade to next year's Hunt,'
Todd went on, dropping his jaw in a Hrruban-style grin.

He saw Hu's start of surprise but the Fifth Speaker grumbled his throat
chuckle and Hu relaxed.  Todd had always been on special terms with
Hrruban Speakers and could dare where protocol would have strictly
forbidden such banter.

Todd was not surprised when Hu deftly eased the Speaker toward the dais
and the special chairs where the elders would observe the proceedings.

"I will expect a full report of their performance next year, Zodd,' the
Speaker said, allowing himself to be shepherded away.

The Ad Hoc Band began to play incidental music, loud enough to be heard
through the low roar of conversation but not loud enough to drown it.

Todd looked around for All Kiachif, one of the oldest friends of the
colony and its most faithful proponent.  The swarthy, drink-loving old
Codep captain had missed few New Home Weeks since the beginning,
attending anytime he could arrange his schedule to be there.  He wasn't
in the Hall yet, and Todd couldn't remember having heard anyone mention
that he'd arrived.  Todd was a little disappointed, but he could well
understand it if Kiachif wasn't able to make it back to Doona.

Kiachif was a busy man these days.  His rounds had grown a hundredfold
since the colony's inception, and had earned him a small fleet of ships
serving under him, plying the expanding spaceways, carrying cargo and
passengers.  Doona was still one of his favorite stops.  He always
claimed it rested his eyes from the sometimes horrific conditions on
mining planets, which far outnumbered the agricultural planets, where
people lived in miserable conditions in the stale air of domes or in the
unremitting toil of prison facilities.

While he never mentioned Doonan grog, everyone knew that it was more to
his taste than methylated spirits cooked over a Bunsen burner.

In their festive best, everyone looked cheerfully ready to enjoy
themselves to the fullest.  The threat of being overrun by the great
snakes had once again been averted.  In the true spirit of Doona, some
of the native Humans wore Hrruban dress, and some of the Hrrubans
affected "Trran' trousers, skirts, or dresses.  The various diplomats
were attired more formally but not repressively so, while their young
wards and the other guests were dressed in the latest styles from Earth
or Hrruba.  Evidently the fashion industries of both cultures had been
stimulated by the contact, and styles had merged, mingled, and then
evolved to become highly individualistic.

Oddly enough, though most Terrans still spoke in murmurs, their clothes
shouted in the most vivid of shades, enhanced by additives that caused
iridescence and luminosity, sometimes rather shocking to the eye.  Todd
felt almost conservative in the green casual trousers and darker green
silk shirt sent to him by his sister Ilsa.  She had gone back to Earth
for higher education and had married a man she met at school.  Byron
worked as a consultant to Spacedep, so he was occasionally on Doona to
visit the Treaty Island, as he was for the Hunt.  He was a fair
stickman, playing his turn with the band, bobbing his head to the rhythm
as he beat the drum skins.  He threw a sideways grin toward Todd.

"There's Hrringa, Kelly said, smiling at a tall, almost chestnut-maned
Hrruban in crisp formal attire.  "I'm glad they sent someone down to
spell him at the Hrruban &nter.  He'd have hated to miss the fun." Todd
nodded to the catman, who was serving a term as the transportation grid
operator in the Hrruban consulate on Earth.

Hrringa was a member of Hrriss's clan.  Though his friend never made
much of it, his family was of a fairly broad Stripe.

"They always do.  He was on Team Ten in the Hunt, you know.  Did you see
much of each other?" Todd asked Kelly.

"Quite a lot.  Most people on Earth don't speak the language, so I'm
sort of a tie to home.  So few people realize that he speaks fluent
Terran: and there are always those who try to talk pidgin Hrruban with
him." She rolled her eyes at such an insult to her friend.  "Then
there's the opposite extreme with those silly men in Amalgamated Worlds
Administration treating him as some sort of sacred shaman.

Hrriss made a noise like a snort.  "What do you expect from them?"
Kelly's expression turned sheepish.  "I tried to wangle a ride home
through the grid instead of flying out,' she admitted.  "Hrringa would
have obliged me, I know, but they don't like us junior types to use the
grid when the senior diplomats can't get access anytime they want to.

They waved me off.  It was no use my explaining that Hrringa and I were
raised together, or that I had a right to go to Doona." She clicked her
tongue regretfully.

"Well, I'd better go be a good hostess.  My mother said if I wasn't on
the front line shaking hands .

She left the threat unspoken, with a broad grin to show she knew it
wasn't serious.  "I'll find you later, Todd.  Keep your ears open."
"You, too." Todd blinked as Kelly was swallowed up immediately by th
swirling crowd.  He couldn't believe how fast the Hall had filled up.

He looked at Hrriss, who was also looking a bit dazed.

"We were so intent, we were not paying attention,' the Hrruban said.
"Meanwhile, the party has created itself."

"Yeah." Todd craned his neck for one last look at the girl.  "Kelly
looks beautiful, doesn't she?" "Her grace is one with her beauty,'
Hrriss said approvingly.  "Come, Team Leader, we have other duties even
as she does." Young men and women warily carried full trays of drinks
and nibble snacks past them into the main room.  As the kitchen doors
swung to and from, Hrriss and Todd caught sight of Mrrva.  Hrriss's
mother could be seen standing over a huge simmering pot with a spoon to
her lips, tasting the contents for spice.  Mrrva held the Hrruban
equivalent of five college degrees in physical health science, and was
director of the Rralan Health Services, but she also enjoyed the simple
tasks of hospitality that entertaining on Doona required.  Her eyes
widened when she saw her son and Todd enter.

"Go out therrre,' she ordered, pointing with her spoon toward the
doorway.  "Why are you here?  We do not need help from such as you.

The Masters of the Hunt should mingle with guests, not serve like cubs
and youths."

"But, Mrrva .  .  ." Todd began, his voice wheedling as he edged toward
some of her famous pastries.

She slapped his hand with her spoon and immediately threw him a cloth to
clean off the sticky liquid.

"You will be served in due courssse,' Mrrva said in a tone which brooked
no further discussion.  She made a sound between a hiss and a growl.
"When will we ever put the manners of a man and Master on you, Zodd!"
Then she turned on Hrriss.  "I know you have been taught.  Go now and
exercise the teaching.

Abashed, the two returned to the Hall.  Leading the Hunt had been a
pleasure.  Hosting the party was a chore they would gladly have missed.
The throng had swelled to hundreds in the great room.

Todd passed among them, shaking hands and returning kisses.  While on
the one hand he was glad to see the friends that reappeared year after
year, on the other, there was never any time to catch up on any
details-of their success in the Hunt let alone what they'd been doing
the past year-before someone else claimed attention.

He and Hrriss finally made their way to the dais and stood in front of
the main table.  Before the feast could officially begin, the
long-awaited blooding ceremony for the successful Hunters must proceed.

As Master of the Hunt and master of ceremonies, Todd was required to
make a short speech of welcome to the sea of guests.  He would speak in
Terran, with Hrriss repeating it after him in Middle Hrruban.  He had a
feeling of dej vu.  It had been only a few weeks before that he stood
and listened to the governor of Hrretha offer similar greetings to his
guests.  There had been many like events in the last few years.

They were beginning to blur into one another.  He began by offering his
gratitude to all the people who had aided in organizing and running the
Hunt, and went on from there.

"To old friends and family, I welcome you home, and to new friends and
first-time visitors, I hope you'll enjoy your stay, and that you'll
return to us again in the future,' Todd said, winding up the necessary
remarks.  "I won't hold up dinner long.

The cooks would throw me into the stew with the snakes!" There was a
small murmur of appreciative laughter, and Todd held up a hand.

"However, there are some people I'm happy to call to your attention.

They've earned this moment.  As I call your name, will you come up on
this dais, please?" The Hunters who had passed their initiation rite
that day by capturing a brace of adolescent snakes were called up one by
one, to stand shoulder-toshoulder before the audience.  Some of them
were shy and directed their smiles down at their feet as Todd
congratulated them on their successful passage.  One among them-a young
woman from the mining colony of Ellerell IV-had chosen instead to bring
in eggs.  She had saved all her extra pay for five years to be able to
make it to Doona for Snake Hunt.  When first laid, snake eggs were
almost too soft to move.  By the time they had hardened enough to
transport, there was a real danger that they might hatch on the way in.

She had brought in twelve of the soft and leathery head-sized eggs in a
specially designed fluff-lined sack brought all the way from Ellerell.
Her thoroughness and care impressed even the Doonan judges, who had seen
a lot of inventive approaches to the problem over the last two decades.
She was invested with the small gold medal from which depended two
wiggly streamers.  Some of the children squealed when they saw the
ribbons, which looked amazingly like.

the tails of miniature snakes.  She and the other Hunters wore their
awards proudly as they were given a standing ovation.

Jilamey Landreau was called forward with the rest of the
almost-successful who had captured a single snake.  He shook hands with
Todd and Hrriss to the accompaniment of encouraging applause from the
audience.

"Thank you, Todd,' the young Landreau said, clutching his medal with the
single streamer.  "I wish there had been a chance to take the second
snake.

I was so close!"

"Next year,' Todd suggested.  "Your first was a good capture.  We can
hold that snake "on credit,' so to speak."

"Hey, you could?" the youth exclaimed, his eyes shining.  Todd
recognized that the Hunt craze had claimed another adherent.  "Can I get
the hide to take back with me?  I want to use the stripe as a fashion
accessory!

That'll really make "em look twice at me!"

"I'll see to it,' Todd said, slightly amused at the young Landreau's
naive delight.  He clapped Jilamey on the shoulder encouragingly before
moving on to congratulate the next participant.

The feast was then officially begun.  As the Hunters, both successful
and unsuccessful, sat down, Byron played a roll on the snare drum to get
everyone's attention.  It segued into a compelling, irregular beat on
torn-torn.  Clad only in their knife belts and ornamental necklaces,
several young Hrrubans ran in and began a stomping, swirling dance:
obviously a Snake Hunt.  Two lithe female dancers, acting in tandem as
if they were part of the same body, portrayed the snake.  They snapped
imaginary coils toward the Hunters or recoiled fearfully from their
spears.  It was a compelling sight, as the rear half of the snake curled
herself on the floor behind the body of the other and switched her tail
fitfully as the front half swayed, striking at this dancer or that with
her fangs.  The Hunters catapulted past the reptile to attack, missing
and hitting the floor beyond.  With great energy, they rolled upright to
their feet like kittens and renewed their attacks on their foe.

The upright dancer was so skillful that she didn't appear to have a
solid bone in her body.  Her undulations had a hypnotic quality.  It was
a shock to the watchers when one spearman sprang forward, past the
snapping jaws, and plunged the weapon into the snake's breast.  The
serpent gave one tremendous convulsion and subsided to the floor
gracefully to quiver into stillness.  When the snake had "died,' a
complimentary silence held the audience.  Then a burst of thunderous
applause awarded the dancers.  They sprang up, acknowledging the praise,
and then gathered to either side of the doors leading to the kitchen.

The band stayed on its dais long enough to play a fanfare to announce
the arrival of a massive cauldron borne aloft on a tray by eight young
men and women clad to the ears in heatproof towelling.

The huge kettle of savory snake stew was presented to Todd as the Master
of the Hunt.  With intricately decorated ladles, Todd and Hrriss served
the special guests on the dais, after which the cauldron was brought to
the long sideboard.  From then on, buffet style was the order and
everyone served themselves from the seemingly inexhaustible supply of
stew and the other viands brought out from the kitchen.  Todd caught
sight of Mrrva sitting down at the end of the table near Hrrestan: she
had shed her apron to display gorgeous filmy robes spangled with jewels.

As the party began in earnest, toasts were offered to the Hunters and
the prey.  For many of the guests, the feast was a double reason for
celebration.  For some this would be the first time they had eaten
"real,' unprocessed or nonsynthetic food.  For others, this was a high
point of gastronomic enjoyment.  It was true that every year, more real
fruit, vegetables, grain, and meat were being made available to the
people of Earth from its farming colonies, but the majority of homeworld
meals still came from synthesizers.  Hrriss nudged Todd in the ribs and
indicated a child at one of the front tables.  He was suspiciously and
most reluctantly taking a tiny bite of fruit from a spoon.  The tot
sniffed it first, not in the least willing to trust the curious
substance in front of him.  With much coaxing and much gesturing to
others tucking into their food, the child's mother got him to accept the
morsel.  After a very tentative chew, the boy grabbed the spoon out of
his mother's hand, finished the bowl in front of him, and.

reached for his mother's as well.

When all had eaten sufficiently, the party went on to its next, and
inevitable, stage.  The Ad Hoc Band resumed its place on the dais and
started to play dancing music.  A few took advantage of the music, but
most sat contentedly, letting the meal settle.  Gradually, drinks in
hand, diners began to circulate the Hall, pausing to chat with old
friends or welcome newcomers, or congratulate the new Hunters.

Todd and Hrriss excused themselves from the dais and began more protocol
rounds just as the Ad Hoc Band started to play a perky song, based on an
ancient Earth chantey.  It was a joke among DoonaiRralans, but it had
never been played at a New Home Week before.  Todd guessed that Sally
Lawrence, who had written the new lyrics, wanted a broader audience.  He
hoped that the listeners would accept it for the facetious tweak it was,
and not take it seriously.  Sally's eyes were twinkling as she struck a
chord on her guitar and began to sing.

"My mother was a human girl from Doona Village Four She loved a handsome
Hrruban boy who lived just next door Their love bore offspring, one,
two, three A kitten and a werecat and the third was me.

"Now my brother Hrrn and I, we were raised up quite all right But my
sister Mrrna Joan, she was different day and night Smooth-skinned at
night, by day her fur grew She was a true Doonan through and through.

"Yo ho ho!  A Rralan true Takes the best of both as all should do.

It was a familiar tune to the locals.  Some joined in the chorus,
roaring a lusty "Yo ho ho!" Nearly everyone else seemed to get the joke,
to judge by the shouts of approval and calls for an encore.  Todd
noticed that some of the Human diplomats looked annoyed, and a few of
the Hrruban homeworlders looked positively ill at the thought of
Hrrubans and Humans interbreeding.  Todd couldn't think how to explain
that the thought had never seriously crossed the mind of the songwriter.

"Maybe this is the moment to start the dancing?" Kelly said, coming up
behind Todd and poking him in the side with a finger.

"I'm not very good at it,' Todd said apologetically, but he gestured to
the handleader, who immediately struck a fast step.

Immediately the floor was full of couples, whirling and jigging about in
circles.

"Neither am I!" Kelly seized his hand.  "Let's go anyway!" Jaw dropped
in amusement, Hrriss leaned toward him.  "If she promises not to step on
my tail, I get the nexxxt dansss."

"It's a deal,' Kelly called as she dragged Todd into the crowd.

Kelly had told a fib when she said she was a poor dancer.  With her
hands bunched in the folds of her skirts, she swayed and stepped with
grace to the lively melody.  Todd knew the steps, but he felt as awkward
as a wooden mda trying to keep up with her.  He was relieved when that
music stopped and a slow dance began.  Kelly melted into his arms,
stretching up one hand to his neck.  That was oddly delightful.

They had grown up together, but he had never realized before that she
was so much smaller than he, so delicately built-or, to be more honest,
that she was a girl at all.  She had just been one of the capable people
he depended on, until she went away.  Kelly had never balked at fences,
and she could wrangle snakes or horses with the best.

He could barely connect the tomboy who had grown up literally next door
with the sparkling vision in his arms.  Unconsciously he tightened his
hold a trifle, and she rubbed her cheek against his chest.  The music
drifted to a halt, and Kelly turned her face up to give him a brilliant
smile, her golden eyes aflame in the festival lamplight.

"Thank you,' she said.  "That was lovely." Todd didn't know how to reply
suitably.  "Urn, thank you.  Isn't it Hrriss's turn now?"

"Only if I promise not to step on his tail,' and Kelly's look was
enigmatic but she allowed him to lead her from the floor and find
Hrriss.

He stood watching for a moment as Hrriss, rather too expertly, Todd
thought, spun Kelly out into the dancers, his tail wrapped around one
leg, well out of the way.  Not that Kelly would put a foot wrong, Todd
realized.

"Hey, young Reeve,' called out Captain Buckman, a former Spacedep
marine.  He had joined the colony on Binar 3B-IV and was now its
governor.

"Where can I get some miada?"

"Allow me,' and Todd located the case of mlada bottles stashed under one
end of the dais draperies.

As he served Buckman, he thought the man's eyes were already a little
red.  His breath smelled so strongly of alcohol it might ignite
spontaneously.

"You'd better watch your intake, sir.  Too much of this stuff results in
potent hangovers."

"Hmmph,' said the old man, watching Todd refill his glass.  "But you
pour generously, boy.  So this is how you impress the diplomats, hey? Is
yours the last face they see before they pass out? Where's Pollux?"

"Who, sir?"

"Where's Pollux, Castor?" Buckman asked, prodding Todd in the middle.
"Your twin, your inseparable pal, your other half, boy."

"Hrriss is on the dance floor,' Todd replied a little stiffly.  "Did you
want to speak to him?"

"No, no.  So the two of you aren't joined at the hip?  I'll be danged.
Come back and refill this in about, oh, a quarter hour, won't you?" Todd
nodded and moved on to the next group, clustered at the farthest end of
the room from the band. This was an informal roundtable discussion by
the Jacks of All Trades. That much-sought-after designation meant that a
colonist had enough flexibility and training in such a variety of skills
that he could turn a hand to any task that needed doing or problem that
had to be solved. Codep preferred that there be at least one JOAT in any
colony group. Both men and women could ship on in that capacity.  Ken
Reeve's own designation for the Doona colony project had been that of a
JOAT.  As an unofficial chair and host of the JOATs present, he was
directing the discussion among those from several nascent colonies that
had recently earned their Amalgamated Worlds status.  Many of them had
been born or raised on Doona.  The billyJOATs and nanny-JOATs, as they
liked to call themselves, unofficially, of course, were now gleefully
engaged in a loud argument about the best way to set up barrier screens
against pests.  Todd checked and refilled each guest's glass and picked
up empty dessert plates for transport back to the kitchen.  Before
leaving, he exchanged winks with his father.

The band was taking a much needed break, and near the kitchen doors,
Sally Lawrence was having a private discussion with Varnorian of Codep.
Todd bowed over her hand as he refilled her glass.

"So why do you object to my song?" Mrs.  Lawrence demanded of the Codep
chairman.  "On artistic principles?"

"Scarcely on that score, my dear lady, said Varnorian, loosing his not
inconsiderable charm.

"Your artistry is remarkable." He wasn't the friend to Doona that the
late Chaminade had been, but he was at least a graceful guest.  He had
very pale blue eyes with dark lashes.  There was something both
attractive and cold about eyes like that.  "My objection is purely
contextual.  I feel that such an idea should not have been voiced, let
alone mocked.  Totally unsuitable lyrics, if you could by any extension
of poesy call them that."

"Mr.  Varnorian, Doona's a hard world and we have developed our humor to
leaven the hardships.

If I care to make a joke, it's my world, and most of us got the joke."
"Forgive me, but the taste of the joke is but a little questionable in
terms of the larger aberration, my dear Mrs.  Lawrence,' said Varnorian,
and he smiled again with that facile charm.

"The real aberration is Doona.  The cultures here are too different, too
mutually exclusive.  East is East, you know, and West is West.

Never the twain shall meet." He lifted his refreshed drink to her,
certain he had had the last word.

"Oh, Shakespeare?" asked Mrs.  Lawrence, fluttering her eyelashes at
him.  Todd knew as well as she that it wasn't.  Everyone on Doona was
more familiar with Kipling, who seemed to "know' so much about their
unusual situation.  She continued to sip coyly at her glass.

"No,' said Varnorian patronizingly.  "Not at all, madam.  I believe it
might be Strauss.  Nineteenth century, not seventeenth."

"Really?  How clever you are, Sally said, and linking arms with him,
moved him out of Todd's vicinity.

"What is Ssalllee up to now?" Hrriss asked, appearing at Todd's elbow.
Todd looked around for Kelly.  "Oh, I left her in good hands.

Is that Captain Buckman beckoning for you?"

"He's had too much mlada already,' Todd said, not too pleased with
matters.

"That is undoubtedly true,' Hrriss agreed after a moment's
consideration.  "And here is someone else in even worsse condition.

Jilamey staggered up to them with a determined expression on his face.
The mlada he had begged of Kelly in the snake blind was only the start
of his libations, though neither Hrriss nor Todd realized that.

But he had consumed considerably more with his meal, which Todd had
observed.  That he wa still standing spoke highly of his capacity.

The young man was dressed in the most precious ol modern styles.

His tunic had appliqud gem!

arranged in a crisscross pattern at the neck tc simulate lacings, and he
wore frivolous boots will knee-high tops turned over to show their ion
fringes, which were also jeweled.  "I've been lookin for you for hours,
Todd, to talk about snakes."

"It's a little early to talk about next year Jilamey,' Todd said
diplomatically as he touche the single ribbon on the youth's medallion.

"Next year?" Jilamey blinked at him.  "Ah, yeS next year!  Of course.
I'll be back next year.  I'm on snake up.  Have a drink on that."

"No mlada, I thank you,' Todd replied, smilin to defuse any insult.
"I'll stay with the punch."

"Punch?  On a night like this?"

"Frankly, Jilamey, I don't really like it.  It leave a taste in my mouth
of something long dead.  I've got fresh raspberry-apple punch here if
you'd like some. Homegrown fruit." Jilamey shuddered.  "Thank you ever
so, no!

Miada for me.  How about you?" The youth turned to Hrriss.

"Neither do I drink,' the Hrruban said, dropping his jaw in a grin.  "I
have felt what miada can do.

Wait until you feel your head tomorrow morning.

It will seem as though a ripe melon had replaced your cranium, and that
every borer worm on Rrala is trying to drill through it."

"That's enough about worms,' Jilamey said, grimacing horribly.  "I've
seen the big kind too closely today.  I almost couldn't eat the meat at
supper, but it smelled so good I got over it.  That pretty Kelly told me
I wasn't gripping tightly enough to the saddle with my knees.  I will
exercise mightily, and next year, my knees will meet inside the horse
before I fall off in front of a snake!"

"That's the spirit,' Todd responded.

Jilamey took a steadying drink and held out his glass to be topped up.
"You went through this how many years ago?"

"The first Snake Hunt on Doona-well, more of a snake drive-happened when
I was six." Tactfully Todd avoided mentioning how it came about.  "We've
had to wrangle snakes past our farms every year since then.  We had to
organize it because we were losing too many head of livestock to the
snakes."

"No, no,' and Jilamey waved a forefinger unsteadily.  "I mean the
coming-of-age ritual.  You caught a big one and brought it in.

Pete's beer telling me and my friends all about it." He swayec as he
pointed over his shoulder to where Petei Ivanovich, leader of Team
Three, lay sprawled in  heap of cushions, snoring.

"Right,' Todd said.  Something in the youn Landreau's tone alerted
Hrriss, who appeared suddenly behind the swaying youth.  He caught
Todd's eye and looked a question.  Todd shook his head very slightly.
"The first one was only a tiddler.

Eight meters.  You saw a number of those today.

The second one was a real whopper.  Twelve meters and a little bit over.

"I was there and saw it,' Hrriss put in.  "A huge creature.  It provided
many days of meat for the settlement, and useful skin-for other
purposes." Jilamey's eyes narrowed.  "I don't believe it.  How did you
catch something like that?  It's bigger than a house!"

"Careful planning,' Todd said, maneuvering Landreau toward a chair
before he fell over.  "This is a good time for a yarn.  Let me tell you
all about it." Jilamey listened carefully through to the end of Todd's
narrative, and then sat up very straight.  He stared his fellow Human in
the eye.

"You've been rehearsing your story with the others.  It's a falsehood.

That snake is almost as big as the one that tried to eat me.  I've never
heard such a load of ballast in my life.  It's exactly what Pete recited
to me, almost word for word."

"I give you my word of honor that the story is true,' Todd replied,
shrugging away Jilamey's disbelief.

"Space slag!" Todd shrugged again.  "It's too much trouble to lie.

"Twelve meters!  Impossible!" Jilamey exploded.

"Well, it's still on record,' Todd said, not wanting to get into an
argument over what was a fact.  Then he grinned at Jilamey.  "I had to,
you see.  Hrriss caught a real big Mommy the year before.  I couldn't
let him get an edge on me, now could I?" Surreptitiously he winked at
his friend.  "I broke his record but only by a few centimeters.

"If you don't believe him,' Hrriss added silkily, as Jilamey still
looked skeptical, "see if you can find anyone who has heard it told
differently.  There are many still awake who were here when it occurred.

And there is the computer link in the corner!  The records are available
from the Treaty Archives for anyone to read.  The Hunt and its results
are documented.

Muttering, Jilamey poured himself another glass from the mlada bottle
which Hrriss had managed to water down.  Then he took himself off.

"What a head he's going to have tomorrow!" Todd said, shaking his head
sympathetically as he watched Jilamey's wavering path toward the Archive
room.  "He didn't contest your record." Loyally Todd considered that
omission a slight on his best friend.

"I expect no one mentioned it to him,' Hrriss said uninterestedly.

"No one tells the story of the second-place Hunt.  Listeners want to
hear only about the first-place achievement." Sometime later, when
Jilamey came back, Todd courteously extended the jug of watered mlada.

"No, no more for me, thank you ever so.  I believe I have had sufficient
for this evening,' he said, slurring words which were nevertheless
courteous.

"I must seek my quarters.  How can you possibly look so - - so hearty?"
His manner abruptly turned accusing.

"Clean living,' Todd said jokingly.  "But I assure you that when I
finally see my quarters, I shall not move for two days."

"Yes, well, I checked your record-just to know the facts, you see,' the
Terran put in quickly, with a shamed expression.  "I apologize.  I will
never again doubt anything you tell me.  Twelve point four three meters!
How I wish I'd seen that fight."

"It was a good one,' Todd said with quiet satisfaction.

"It must have been." Jilamey smiled with genuine good humor.

"You're too much to be true, Todd Reeve, but I'd rather you beside me in
the Hunt than anyone else I've ever met on any world."

"Thanks,' Todd said, shaking the hand Jilamey held out to him.  "It'd be
an honor." Landreau shook hands with Hrriss, too, and staggered off
toward the guest accommodations.

"I could wish that another of his stripe would reassess our honor,'
Hrriss said.

"Let's just hope that one suddenly doesn't appear on any panel of
inquiry you and I have to face, Todd replied.  "He doesn't think much
about Reeve honor and that's all we've got: honor."

CHAPTER 3

A LOUD CLAT'I'ERING AND ThE FEEL OF rough hands woke Todd from a sound
sleep.

There were men in blue uniforms leaning over him, shouting in loud
voices and shaking his shoulders.

It revived an old nightmare he had had the first time he'd seen those
uniforms, twenty-five years before.  They were Spacedep marines, the
same units that had accompanied Landreau to Doona, to round up the
colonists so they could be sent back to Earth.  For a moment he was six
years old again, the giant snakes were being herded through the village
under Landreau's order, and his family was in danger.  The Hrrubans,
including Hrruna, the greatest, most important of them all, were behind
him.  He had to hurry to save the other Humans.

He raised his hand to keep the soldier from grabbing him again to hustle
him away to the convoy ship.  An adult arm interceded, and the marine
stepped back.  Todd stared at the arm.  Was it his father's?

No, it was his own.  In a moment, reality reasserted itself, and Todd
calmed down.  He was grown-up and could protect himself.  There was no
need to assume immediately that anything was wrong.  The marine was
waiting a few feet away from the bed.  His fellows stood in the doorway.

Todd could see his mother and father just behind them.  Pat looked
worried, and Ken furious.

"Todd Reeve,' the marine said, reading from the plastic film containing
his orders.  "You are instructed to accompany us to the presence of the
Treaty Councillors."

"Certainly, gentlemen,' Todd said, throwing off the blanket.  "Allow me
a moment to dress?" Todd had gone to bed only an hour before sunrise.
Once the remaining guests went home with their hosts, he and the other
volunteers who could still stand had spent several hours cleaning up.
The Hunters among them had had no sleep since the niglit before, and
they were weary.  Hrriss had been reeling with fatigue when he mounted
up to head toward the bridge to go home. Todd was glad that he lived so
close to the Assembly Hall.

Much farther, and he'd be spending the night curled up where he dropped
from exhaustion.  He barely managed to strip off his new silk shirt and
hang it up before falling into bed.  His good trousers hadn't fared so
well, hiking to his knees under the blanket when he thrust his legs
down.  He had been too exhausted to straighten them out before he
dropped off to sleep.  The guards waited impatiently while he splashed
some water on his face and shaved quickly.

It would seem that matters had taken a turn for the worse while he
slept.  A marine guard meant that the Treaty violation was now being
addressed.

He hoped truth would be all the defense he and Hrriss would need before
a panel of inquiry.

The sky still wore the pale, moist veil of early morning when Todd
reached the pad where the AThatross stood.  Hrriss was already there,
standing under the chill sky between his father, Hrrestan, and Commander
Rogitel, assistant director of Spacedep.  Ken Reeve had wanted to
accompany his son, but the marine sergeant had denied him.

Todd was relieved to see that at least Hu Shih, as leader of the Human
settlers, was present.  The old man's clothes were rumpled, as if he had
hastily grabbed the nearest to hand.  He was talking in a low worried
tone with a small woman wearing a long robe tagged with the insignia of
a Councillor.

So, Todd thought, one of the Treaty Councillors had been called away
from the crucial negotiations to be present when the ship was opened.
From her weary expression, she had been waiting a long time.

She was a small, elderly woman with dark skin and dark gray-shot curls
which clustered closely around her head.  Treaty Island was not so much
an island as a minor continent which lay in the southern oceans a third
of the way around Doona, which made this hour midday for her.

Todd could have wished it were midday here and he'd been able to get
enough sleep to keep his wits about him.

Hrriss looked expressionless, which meant to his old friend that he was
deeply concerned.  The glance he exchanged with Todd emphasized the fact
that the situation was as bad as it could be.  It would have been much
better for both Todd and Hrriss had they been able to approach the
Treaty Council of their own volition-which they had planned to do once
the Hunt was over.  But, despite his feelings of foreboding at the
precipitous manner, he and Hrriss had the truth to support their
actions.  It was only that Landreau, and others, had been waiting for
just such an incident.  The presence of marines magnified the incident
out of proportion.

The presence of Rogitel, one of Landreau's senior lieutenants on hand,
meant that the Council had to convene an inquiry: just as Kelly had
warned.

"Councillor Dupuis,' Rogitel said, bowing slightly to her, "the
perpetrators are now present."

"It has only just come to our attention,' Councillor Dupuis said in a
withering tone, "that this ship has violated the Treaty.

"Hrriss and I reported the incident as soon as we landed, Councillor,'
Todd said politely.  "Accordingly, the vessel was sealed. "The Treaty,
as a condition of the Amalgamated Worlds charter, requires all ships to
be inspected after out-systems flights upon landing.

Postflight inspection is a requirement under the law, if for no other
reason than fumigation and irradiation, and inspection of the ship's
log."

"Madam,' Hrrestan began politely, holding up a hand to stay the marine's
action, "if this is merely postflight inspection, why have the soldiers
been brought here and why is this gentleman present?" The Hrruban
indicated Rogitel.

"We received information that this ship did not undergo a postflight
inspection, that it has been sealed for two weeks, and may be involved
in a Treaty violation,' the Councillor said.  She answered Hrrestan in
the formal Hrruban of diplomacy, a courtesy which boded no good at all.

"Naturally Commander Rogitel as Spacedep's representative is present.
The violation is alleged to involve an uninhabited satellite of a star
system." Todd felt his spirits sink to a new low.  Leaving the Albatross
sealed was no crime, and indeed, such postflight inspections were not
always completed in a timely fashion.  As long as the ship had been
sealed, the inspectors didn't much mind.  Ken and Hu Shih had been
informed of the incident; they had told Hrrestan, who was scarcely
likely, even under the stringent codes of honor under which Hrrubans
operated, to jeopardize his only child.  No one else should have had
that information.  Ken and Hu might have been annoyed that the two
friends had told Kelly, but she'd've told no one, knowing how very
serious this could be.  So who could have leaked that information?

Clearly only those who had set the trap into which Todd and Hrriss had
fallen.

"A serrious charrge this is,' Hrrestan said, also in the formal tongue.
He sounded calm, but his pupils were slitted to mere lines, a sure sign
that the older Hrruban was deeply troubled.

"Serious, indeed,' Councillor Dupuis said.  "I require a deposition from
the ship's crew before the ship is unsealed."

"I trust,' Commander Rogitel put in so suavely that his manner alarmed
Todd, "that there has been no tampering with that seal?"

"Examine it yourself, Commander Rogitel,' Hu Shib said, very much on his
dignity at hearing such aspersions cast.

"Hmm, it looks untouched,' Rogitel said, taking a long time peering at
the seal, though he didn't touch it.

"Reeve!  Hrriss!" The Councillor waved them forward to the sealed hatch.
"Do you swear and affirm that you took nothing out of this ship besides
articles of clothing and personal effects?" They nodded solemnly,
raising their right hands simultaneously.  "That the contents listed
here on the landing manifest were signed by the landing supervisor at
the time of disembarkation?"

"I do,' Todd said with a formal bow.

"I do,' Hrriss echoed with an equally formal bow.

hth a gesture, the Councillor ordered the marine sergeant to break the
seal.  As he touched the control pad, the hatch slid back, and a whoosh
of stale air made those nearest, including the Councillor, recoil.  Todd
thought that that was one mark on their side as he saw Dupuis recognize
what that implied.  Lights came up inside the Albatross and the sergeant
stepped politely aside as the ramp extruded the few feet to the ground.
The port workers swarmed aboard to do the fumigation routine.  They were
as quick as they were efficient and very shortly left the ship with a
nod from the foreman that their task was completed.

The Councillor acknowledged this and then gestured for Todd and Hrriss
to follow her into the Albatross.  Rogitel followed them, still wearing
that blandly smug expression.  While he wasn't like his superior,
Landreau, who blustered when angry, Rogitel was coolheaded and very
quiet, a dangerously misleading trait, which tempted the unwary to talk
in his presence under the delusion that he wasn't listening.  Rogitel
missed little, and he shared Landreau's bitter feelings about Doona.

Kelly's warning about him was all too timely.

"This is a very serious matter,' the Councillor said as they followed
her to the cabin of the Albatross while the ventilation system sucked
away the fumigation mist.  "We have incontrovertible information,
gleaned from the orbiting buoy around Hrrilnorr system, that a ship, now
identified as the Albatross, passed through the perimeter of that
system.  Both of you should know,' and she paused to make plain her
point that they should know, "that Hrrilnorr is a proscribed system and
may not be entered.  Do you have any explanation that will justify such
a violation?"

"Yes, we did enter that system, ma'am,' Todd said without the slightest
apology in his tone.

Rogitel raised an eyebrow very slightly and sucked in his pale cheeks at
such an open admission of guilt.  "In response to a Mayday message
broadcasting over the emergency frequency.  Our log tape shows a bolo of
the object broadcasting that Mayday and we both felt justified, in that
circumstance, to enter a proscribed system and render such aid as was
needed.  In view of the proscription, Hrriss, as a Hrruban citizen,
answered the appeal If you will view the log tapes, Councillor, I'm
certain you will agree that our action was justified." Todd gestured for
her to precede him to the cargo bay.

The Councillor pursed her thin lips, but there was an element of
surprise in her manner as she moved down the short corridor, with Todd,
Hrriss, Rogitel, and the marines following.  "Then of course I will
inspect your log tapes.  If you were answering a Mayday, this puts an
entirely different complexion on the matter.  But it would have been
wiser,' and she pinned them with a harsh stare, "to have reported the
mafler sooner, rather than later."

"The Hunt, ma'am, is of great importance to Doona, and Hrriss and I were
responsible for its success,' Todd said, not so much in apology as in
explanation.

Dupuis raised her eyebrows in an expression of disagreement of his
priorities.

"What a clever explanation for breaking interdict at Hrrilnorr,' Rogitel
said, his eyes cold.  "Have you an equally glib explanation for these?"
At the commander's gesture, a marine lifted off the panel on the front
of the drives cabinet, revealing a number of small packages.

Rogitel tore the wrappings off one and held it up.  "Would you mind
telling me what this is?" Astonished, Todd stared at the hand-sized
lump.

It looked like a free-form rock swirled with multiple colors, like
sunshine on oil.  He'd seen something like it on educational tapes in
school, when they studied the biology of other alien species.  "It looks
.  .  .  like a cotopoid egg case." Todd felt sick.

Cotopoid egg cases were priceless and rarely available on any legitimate
market, since they were artifacts of another interdicted system.

"Now, tell me how it got there, behind your engine control panel.

"I don't know,' Todd said, staring disbelievingly at the equipment
cabinet.  "It wasn't there when I last inspected the engines."

"When you last inspected the engines.  And when was that?" Rogitel
asked.

"Remember, you are speaking before the Treaty Councillkor."

"Before we took off from Doona,' Todd replied, his mind racing.  When
had these incriminating packages been inserted in the control panels?

On Doona where a mechanic in Spacedep's pay would have had access to the
Albatross?  Or on Hrretha during that second, totally redundant
"servicing'?

"And these?" the Spacedep official demanded.

"What about these?" There seemed to be dozens of small artifacts shoved
between the elements of the machinery.  When the marines removed other
panels, still more bags and bottles were revealed.

Some were opened to expose objects of great value and rarity, also from
interdicted systems.

Part of Todd's bewilderment reflected a droll amusement at the sheer
volume of purloined valuables that Hrriss and he were supposed to have
assembled.  But any amusement was soon drowned by the obvious fact that
a lot of trouble had gone into framing them with such a widespread cache
of illegal treasures.

"I have no idea where any of this came from Todd said in staunch
repudiation as he suppresse( the rising anger he felt at such
long-planne treachery.

"Such a display would have taken weeks to gather We did not,' Hrriss
said with stiff dignity, his tai tip twitching with indignation.

He turned to thi Councillor.  "We answered a Mayday call.  The tape:
will verify this."

"Then how did those get there?" Rogitel demanded as yet another cache
was discovered.

"We are not responsible for their presence on th( Albatross,' Todd said,
his tone as expressionless al Hrriss's.  "There were no such illegal
items on boarc this ship when we left Doona.  I oversaw the chec
myself." Rogitel's heavy lids lowered over cold blue eyes "Then where
did they come aboard?" Rogitel asked in a poisonously reasonable tone.

"The Hrrethans insisted on a complimenta service of the Albatross while
we were attending the ceremonies there,' Todd said, making no
accusations.  "When we landed, we reported the incideni to my father.

The portmaster's deputy, Linc Newry, had properly affixed the seal."
"That is the lamest explanation you've yet advanced, Reeve,' Rogitel
said.  "The seals on the hatch were intact.  They were placed there not
half an hour after the ship had landed, according to the portmaster's
log.  It would have taken far longer than half an hour for anyone to
secrete all these items.  Therefore, you two are the only ones capable
of concealing the artifacts on this shipsometime between your departure
from Doona and your return, via the Hrrilnorr system!' Rogitel was
winding himself up to a good display of outraged anger.

"Councillor Dupuis, these young men, so trusted by their parents, have
been using their privileged position as trusted messengers of AIreldep
to pillage treasures from interdicted planets.

Alreldep will be shocked at the abuse of their trust."

"I am not Alreldep,' Hrriss said coldly.  "I am a Hrruban, a citizen of
Rrala, on whose behalf I made the journey with Todd Reeve to Hrretha.  I
answer to the Hrruban High Council of Speakers and to the Treaty
Councillors.

Not to Spacedep."

"I stand reproved,' Rogitel said with noticeable sarcasm.  "You shall
indeed answer to the Treaty Councillors and your own High Council of
Speakers.

Just then, one of the marines pulled the panel "from the last cabinet,
the ship's log recorder.

Behind the metal sheet, some of the equipment had been moved to one side
to make room for an ovoid white stone, at least a meter high.

It resembled Terran alabaster, except that it had an inner illumination
of its own.  The Spacedep official regarded it from a safe distance.

"The very presence of such a gem,' and Hrriss extended his forefinger,
claw fully sheathed, at the luminous Byzanian Glow Stone, "supports our
innocence.  They are only found deep inside the caverns of the planet.
The log will show how little time we spent in that system: far too short
a span to have landed, searched, and found a Glow Stone of that quality.
Further,' he went on, holding up his hand, "they are why the system is
proscribed.  The effects of the mineral's emissions are not yet fully
investigated."

"But their possible danger makes them all the more collectible,' Rogitel
said, an air of triumph in his stance.  "Arrest them!" he ordered the
marines who bracketed Hrriss and Todd, weapons drawn.

"We are innocent,' Todd said, standing erect and ignoring his escort.

Hu Shih stepped forward to block the exit.  "I protest, Madam
Councillor.  I have known these young men far too long to entertain for
one moment that they are guilty of transgressing a Treaty whose terms
they have scrupulously obeyed and upheld for twenty-four years.  Or,'
and Hu Shih straightened his shoulders in denial, "jeopardize themselves
and the world they hold dear by pilfering baubles."

"You call that,- and Rogitel pointed at the Byzanian Glow Stone, "a
bauble?"

"It is in my eyes,' Hu Shih said in measured contempt.

"Perhaps,' said Councillor Dupuis, "but this matter has gone from a
minor infraction to systematic robbery and the arrest is to proceed."
"To that I must concur,' Hu Shih said, bowing to her, "but an armed
escort is unnecessary and insulting.  I can speak with full confidence
that neither Todd nor Hrriss will resist the due process of law.

Councillor Dupuis accepted his statement and gestured for the squad
leader to have his men reholster their weapons.

"These .  .  ." and Dupuis waved at the array of incriminating evidence,
"are to be impounded, identified, and placed in the highest security."
"Remove that Stone with care,' Hrrestan said to the two marines who were
about to lift the Byzanian Stone out of its hiding place.

"Yes,' Rogitel said, stepping in front of Hrrestan and ostentatiously
taking charge of the removal.

"Don't touch it with your bare hands or let it touch unprotected skin.
Treat it as carefully as you would radioactive substances.  And it's
heavy."

"What, sir?" asked one of the marines, a glazed expression on his face.
He had been standing right beside the Stone since the panel had been
opened.

Now the light seemed to pulse, drawing every eye to it.

Shading eyes with one hand and stepping quickly around Rogitel, Hrrestan
pulled the man away from the white light.  The marine shook his head,
looking puzzled.

"He has been affected by it already.  We must all leave before the
Stone's effect spreads,' Hrrestan said.  "The most noticeable effect it
has is an interference with short-term memory." As Hrriss and Todd
dutifully proceeded with their escort, Todd caught a glimpse of Rogitel,
disconnecting the flight log recorder.  He carried it out of the ship
cradled in his arms like a bubble made of glass.

Once the group was outside, technicians sealed the ship once more with
fiberglass wafers, and Councillor Dupuis affixed her own seal.

Hrriss and Todd were hustled to a shuttle which had landed while they
were inside the Albatross.

"That Glow Stone,' Hrriss murmured as they were led to seats, "affects
more than men."

"Quiet there!  No conversation between criminals,' Rogitel said, no more
the suave diplomat but the acknowledged jailor.

"Criminality has yet to be proved,' Hrriss said as he was pushed into a
seat while Todd was taken farther down the aisle before settled.

They were advised to fasten their safety harnesses and were then
studiously ignored by the marine guard.

During the entire journey to Treaty Island, no one even offered them
anything to eat or drink, although Rogitel and the marines ate a light
meal.

Perhaps, Todd thought, sunk in a negative mood, it was as well he and
Hrriss could not speak.  Rogitel would construe it as collusion to be
sure their "explanations' tallied before interrogation.  But Todd did
not need to speak to Hrriss to know that his friend would be as puzzled
as he that dozens of illegal items had been secreted on the Albatross, a
ship used almost exclusively by themselves on official tours of duty.

And the positioning of the Byzanian Glow Stone indicated a good try at
jamming the recorder.  His kick must have tipped the Stone sufficiently
to restore the function, but had the Stone's radiation erased the tape?
Would the all-important Mayday still be recorded?

Surely machinery was a little less receptive to the Glow Stone's effects
than a Human?  And the Mayday was the only proof of their innocence
right now.

Once the shuttle landed on Treaty Island, the two prisoners were hurried
inside the huge Federation Center.  Hrriss had only a glimpse of the
high, white stone laade before they were rushed up the stairs and
through a maze of identical hallways.

There was no sound but the clatter of boot heels on the smooth surface
of the floors.  The sergeant stopped before a door, its nameplate blank
and status sign registering "empty."

"You'll wait here until the Council is ready for you,' the sergeant
said.  "Food and drink will be brought in a bit."

"That is most considerate,' Hrriss said in Terran Standard. The numbness
of shock had receded sufficiently to make him aware of an intense thirst
and, less insistent, some hunger.

"You're a Treaty prisoner and the courtesies are observed,' the sergeant
said, but Hrriss could see that the man approved of his use of Terran.

Hrriss knew that the military arm of both parent governments was made up
of fierce patriots who preferred their own culture in all ways.

It was one of the reasons there was no standing force of any kind of
Doona, the symbol of compromise.  As the Treaty Organization was trying
to maintain a separate but equal method of expansion in trading and
colonization, each culture needed to remain independent from the other.
That would make a Doonan "army' an unacceptable third force.

"Hear tell you all had some party last night,' the guard said, sounding
almost friendly.  "What's keeping you?" he added, looking down the hall
just as Todd, between his guards, reached the room.  "In you go." The
escort stood aside to let Todd enter.

"Food and drink coming."

"Thanks, Sergeant,' Todd said, and his stomach rumbled.  Whether the
sergeant heard that or not was irrelevant, for he closed the door
firmly.  Both Hrriss and Todd heard the lock mechanism whirr, and the
bulb over the door lit up redly.

They also heard the stamp of boots as someone stood to attention outside
the room.

The two prisoners turned to view the room.  No more than three meters on
a side, with a long window running along the wall opposite the door.

A broad table was set underneath the window, a tape reader on its
surface but no tapes in it or blanks ready to be used.  There were three
padded chairs against the wall: a cheerless functional cubicle.

"Are they likely to listen in?" Hrriss asked.

"I doubt it,' Todd said, glancing at the door.

"Looks like a research room, not an interrogation facility, in spite of
that tape reader." He had been listening to the sound of his voice.
"It's soundproofed.  Scholars insist on that as an aid to deep thought
and concentration.  Fardles, despite what they hauled out of cabinets
and crannies on the Albatross, we're still only alleged Treaty breakers,
not actual criminals."

"We might as well be, Zodd, with all the treasures Rogitel pulled out of
hiding,' Hrriss said gloomily.

"Hu Shih didn't believe we took them.  Neither did your father!' Todd
began to pace with some agitation.  "All the way here I kept trying to
remember every time we've left the Albie unguarded and open.  Suffering
snakes, Hrriss, that stuff could have been planted anytime the last few
years.

"Not if proper service checks were carried out, zOdd, and you supervised
the last one yourself,' Hrriss reminded him.

"Yeah, so I did.  Then the junk has to have been planted during that
phony servicing on Hrretha.

There'd've been time to platinum the hull.  Furthermore,' and now Todd
whirled on Hrriss, pointing his index finger at his friend, "Rogitel was
on Hrretha, and lurking close to us all the time.  To prevent us from
going back to our ship to see just what sort of servicing was being
done?" When Hrriss nodded agreement with that thought, Todd continued,
"Furthermore, we filed our flight plan, same as always, and, despite
that short detour to Hrrilnorr system, we weren't much behind schedule
landing back on Doona, were we?" Though Hrriss recognized the validity
of that logic, he knew that Todd was talking himself out of despair even
as he offered the same hope to Hrriss.

"We always register flight plans,' Hrriss said.  "We leave and arrive on
time at all destinations."

"So,' and Todd stopped pacing long enough to whirl back to Hrriss,
"where do they think we had time to pick up all those juicy little
rarities?

Cotopoids are found on only three planets in two systems, if I remember
rightly, and none of them on any route we've taken recently.

I can't identify half of the other stuff but,' and now he sighed, "that
damned Byzanian Glow Stone is genuine and there's only one place you can
come by them and we were orbiting above it."

"All our flight plans are on record,' Hrriss said, finding reassurance
in that fact, "and they will prove our innocence.  Come, stop pacing. It
suggests a guilty mind." Todd plopped down next to Hrriss and shoved the
third chair a short distance away so the two of them could share it to
prop their feet.  Hrriss disposed his tail comfortably through the
opening in the rear of his chair and composed himself.

"There's something nagging at me,' Todd said after a few moments.

He circled his hand in the air, trying to catch hold of an elusive
thought.  "Something Councillor Dupuis said, that they had received
information that the Albie had been identified by the Hrrilnorr beacon.

Isn't it a little soon for such to reach Hrruban Security?  That beacon
didn't dispatch a robot probe when we passed it, which is the only way
that the data would get here short of a month.  It shouldn't have been
picked up for another few weeks even by digital rapid-transfer.  That's
why my father thought that the matter could be deferred until after
Snake Hunt." Hrriss yawned broadly, showing fangs, incisors, and
grinders that Todd always found an impressive array.  "We both know how
interdict beacons operate.  But there were other people using Hrrilnorr
as a warp-jump coordinate.  Perhaps they collected the message and
reported the infraction."

"Whose side are you on?" Todd demanded, half joking.  Hrriss often
played devil's advocate when they had to reason through a problem.  "A
little too coincidental to please me, especially with the Treaty Renewal
imminent." Hrriss yawned again.

"Who else was using the Hrrilnorr connection, Hrriss?"

"I do not remember, only that some were.

"But I thought most of the top brass came by transport grid.  And
Rogitel is not the type to plan practical jokes.  Nor is Landreau, and
this thing was planned." Hrriss was working his bottom into the padded
seat, trying to make himself comfortable enough to sleep.  Todd often
wished he had the Hrruban propensity for sleep.  Despite their generally
high level of activity when awake, they could, and did, take naps
anytime opportunity offered.

"I agree,' Hrriss mumbled.  He caught himself in the act of falling
asleep.  "We were promisssed food and drink.  I could sleep better with
a full belly.  But I need sleep to make sense out of this situation.  I
had only an hour in my bed whenever this morning was.  He sat up,
suddenly anxious.  "I hope my mother will feed the ocelots when evening
comes.

If they're not fed, they will go in search of food and raid my
neighbor's ssliss coop again.

"You'll be home to feed them yourself,' Todd said.

"I hope so but the ocelots do enjoy ssliss eggs.

"Don't talk about eggs.  I'm starved." When Hrriss yawned even more
broadly than before, Todd regarded him in disgruntlement.  "And, damn
your lousy furred pelt, you can sleep.  I can't when I'm starving.

"Then wake me when the meal comes,' Hrriss advised, and settling
himself, his chin dropped to his chest, his hands, so oddly more human
than the rest of him, relaxing in his lap while his tail hung slack
behind him, the tip only occasionally twitching.

Todd sighed, settling back, legs stretched out in front of him, crossed
at the ankles on the supporting chair, and began running over the day's
happenings.  Who had placed those incriminating items on the Albie?  He
turned to ask what Hrriss thought.  Hrriss's breathing had slowed,
become steady and shallow.  The gentle oscillation of the tip of
Hrriss's tail attracted Todd's attention.  Its movement was hypnotic and
soothing.  As Tod watched it, his own eyes grew heavy.  After a while,
despite his hunger, he dozed off.

"As you can see, Madam Councillor,' Rogitel continued, running the
recorded flight log back to the beginning, "the so-called rescue mission
to Hrrilnorr was only the last stop in a series of piracies these twO
young reprobates committed." Landreau's aide was able to act as
prosecutor before the Treaty Council only because noncolonizable
Human-claimed planets were kept under the aegis of his department.

Entries in the log of the Albatross suggested that the ship had visited
at least three in that category.

The log went through a further playback, projecting its holographic
images onto a platform while sound was broadcast through wall speakers.
Hu Shih, Hrrestan, Rogitel, and Ken Reeve glowered at the images while
Councillor Dupuis's expression was impassive.

That morning, as soon as the marines had left with Todd in custody, Ken
had persuaded Martinson, the portmaster, to let him go to Treaty Island
via transport grid, for Martinson had also been called to give a
deposition.  Now Martinson sat nervously hunched over his folded hands.
Allowing the Albatross to go uninspected for so long was a black mark on
his record.  He, too, was risking censure, even dismissal, if a crime
resulted from negligence even by his subordinate, Newry.

"No fewer than eight landings are recorded between the date the scout
ship left Doona and the date on which it returned here,' Rogitel said.

"Eight!  And only the one on Hrretha legitimate.

Here." He stopped the tape and rewound it.  "Here is their so-called
rescue, after they had passed through the perimeter of Hrrilnorr." The
hologram showed the nose of the ship as it approached a distant sun.  An
audio signal for help crowded by static came out of the speakers.  The
audio monitors then erupted with the siren call of the interdict alarm,
but the ship passed without stopping.

Hrriss's voice could be heard responding to the Mayday message.

The print update on the screen showed Hrrilnorr's identification number
and location.  Then the ship's nose penetrated the cloud layer of the
planet's atmosphere.

"Naturally,' Rogitel's insidious voice went on, "the system's buoy did
not record the Mayday, since it did not exist.  That could so easily be
patched into the log by either conspirator.  Both have the necessary
qualifications.

Then the camera eye upturned for landing, to show the stern of the ship
as it touched down on grassoids flattened by the exhaust from the
engines.

Councillor Dupuis looked down at her notes for a long moment.  Her face
showed inner conflict.

"This is far more serious than a simple violation.

There is no choice but to mae an exhaustive formal inquiry into this
matter."

"I heartily concur,' Ken Reeve said so emphatically that Rogitel
regarded him in stunned amazement.  "A formal inquiry that will clear my
son and Hrriss of every one of these ridiculous accusations." The Treaty
Controller slammed his gavel down on the bench.  He was the ranking
Hrruban on Doona, and had been nominated to his post by the Third
Speaker of the Hrruban High Council.  It was a bad time for one of
Third's minions to be the senior Councillor on Doona; Third had been
against the joint colony from the day Humans were discovered.  Ken tried
to take comfort in the fact that the Controller was reputed to be a just
personage who tried each case on its individual merit.

"Please be silent, Mr.  Reeve.  We take the log tape in evidence." He
addressed the holographic recorder.  "This hearing is to decide whether
Todd Reeve andlor Hrriss, son of Hrrestan, have violated the Treaty of
Doona, and to what degree." Testimony was then taken from Martinson, who
explained that the Albatross had gone unsearched two weeks ago due to
extenuating circumstances.

"They were Snake Hunt Masters and I know how much time and planning that
takes to prevent trouble.  They told the duty officer that they urgently
needed to take advice on a protocol matter.  Since the ship was scaled
and its papers in order, Newry granted their request."

"And is this laxness typical of your administration of your post as
portmaster?" Rogitel inquired acidly.

"No, Commander, it is not,' the portmaster said, eyes flashing.

"I've been in this job fifteen years, and I've known Todd and Hrriss all
that time.  I had no reason to suspect that there was anything out of
the ordinary about this landing."

"Whose advice were they in such a hurry to obtain?"

"Mine,' Ken spoke up, and was relieved as he succeeded in making eye
contact with the Spacedep official.  Ken held that contact, trying to
look the disgust he felt.  He had never ceased to dislike and distrust
bureaucrats.  and Rogitel was nearly as bad an example of the type as
Landreau.

"And when were the seals on the hatch cut?" the Treaty Controller wanted
to know.

"Not in my presence,' Martinson said in an aggrieved tone.  "My
assistant, Lincoln Newry was deputized in my absence, but in something
as serious as this I should have been there!  I have no idea who else
was there.  When I did arrive, the ship was already open, with troops
pouring all over it." Next Ken Reeve gave his evidence.  Under irritated
prompting from Rogitel, Ken repeated the story that Todd and Hrriss had
told him two weeks before.

"I believe them,' he insisted at the end.  "They were genuinely
distressed when they realized they'd been tricked into violating an
interdicted system."

"We have asked you to draw no conclusions,' the Treaty Controller said
ponderously.  Ken nodded, angrily swallowing the rest of his opinions,
and sat down.

The Council proceeded thereafter to take evidence from the sergeant of
the Spacedep marines who had searched the Albatross.

Rogitel testified that he had received information from a confidential
source, whom he declined to identify, that there might be contraband
aboard the ship.

"Furthermore, I wish to put on record my disgust that two such
untrustworthy men were allowed the unsupervised use of a scout ship!' he
finished in a voice trembling with outrage.

"I have studied the records of the defendants, "43

Commander Rogitel,' Madam Dupuis said, sternly raising her voice above
Ken's as he erupted from his chair to protest the slander, "and find
absolutely no proof to support a claim of dishonesty or
irresponsibility.  You will kindly retract such an unsupported remark."
If Rogitel did so with an ill grace, at least he did so and it would be
in the record.

"We will see'-Madam Dupuis hesitated-'the two young men now.

Ken Reeve took that as a good sign: the Councillor was by no means
convinced of Rogitel's damning evidence.

Todd and Hrriss were brought in then, and sworn in as witnesses.

As one, they turned to face the table.  As accustomed as they were to
diplomatic events, facing the full Treaty Council with little sleep and
only a dry sandwich to eat was not auspicious.  The holographic tape was
run once more in their presence.

The first landing was shown, and the two young men were stunned.

"This can't be our log,' Todd protested.  "We made no landing.

This must be a mistake."

"Silence!" the Treaty Controller demanded, rapping his gavel.
"Continue." Todd and Hrriss watched, incredulous, as the holographic
replay continued.  At each entry and departure, the ID signal repeated
on-screen.  There was no question that it matched the Albatross's code.
When the tape finished, the Treaty Controller turned to them.

"As the log shows, you visited several off-limits worlds, and took
therefrom prohibited materials, and in some cases, precious and valuable
items of historical worth.  I must say, your thefts were nonpartisan. My
notes show that some of them came from Hrruban-marked planets, and some
from the Amalgamated Worlds.  What can you offer as your defense?"

"Sir, something's skewed,' Todd said agitatedly.

"We passed into only one prohibited system, Hrrilnorr, and only to
respond to a Mayday message.

That much of this tape is accurate.  The rest has been added.  We made
no entries into other interdicted zones."

"But why is there no Mayday message recorded in the alarm beacon
orbiting the system?" Rogitel asked.  "Such beacons are designed for
that purpose, to record transmissions that originate within its range of
sensitivity."

"I have no ready explanation .  .  sir,' Todd added after a pause.  "A
flaw in the mechanism?  The in-system sensor malfunctioning?  Plenty of
buoys are damaged by space debris.  But Hrriss and I heard the call for
help.

We diverted from our planned route to respond.  All we found was that
buoy, orbiting the fourth planet.

"A marker buoy, as you say,' Rogitel intoned coldly.  "You broke Treaty
Law for an unmanned probe?"

"We did not know it was a marker buoy at the time we heard its message,'
Todd replied, trying to keep his voice level.

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"It is what we found,' Hrriss said coolly, "broadcasting the distress
message." The Hrruban extended a pointed claw and replayed the section
of the log.

"Mayday, Mayday,' said the tape.  "Anyone who is within the sound of my
voice, Mayday!  We require assistance.  Our ship is down and damaged.

Mayday!" The message began to repeat, and Hrriss shut it off.

"Every pilot of whatever species must respond to such a message.

As Zodd said, we could not ignore a Mayday.  It would be uncivilized."
Rogitel stood up.  "Please tell the Council directly: where did you find
the buoy?"

"We found it orbiting Hrrilnorr IV."

"The Buoy Authority lists no such installation in orbit around Hrrilnorr
IV.

There are no extrafleous beacons orbiting in that system.  There are
only two assigned to it, each one All perpendicular to the plane of the
ecliptic above and below."

"There was a third one,' Todd said in weary rebuttal.  "The buoy was
broadcasting the message for help that's recorded on our log.  It still
sounds genuine.  We couldn't and didn't ignore it." Dismissively Rogitel
switched off the audio.

"Anyone could have recorded that message in your ship's memory.

The voice is broadcasting in Middle Hrruban, the language of Doona.

The static could have been made by crumpling packing material near the
microphone.  You put it in yourself.

Without correlation, the message must be accounted as false."

"I respectfully suggest that an analysis of the voice patterns of Hrriss
and Zodd be made,' Hrrestan said.  "Analysis will prove if one of them
recorded the Mayday message." Councillor Dupuis made a note, nodding
acknowledgment of Hrrestan's suggestion.

"We didn't make that spurious recording,' Todd said, turning his head to
meet the eyes of the seven Council members, "and we most certainly did
not collect or secrete those artifacts in the equipment cabinets."
"Simple lies to assuage your guilt, Rogitel retorted.

Todd's eyes flashed hotly.  "I do not lie." He half sprang from his
seat, but Hrriss pulled him down.

"Councillors, may I speak?" Hu Shih rose somewhat stiffly to his feet.
"We have before us two reliable young men, considered rather more than
unusually truthful by their elders and their peers.

Let a full inquiry establish what is fact or fiction."

"So ordered,' the Treaty Controller said, banging his gavel.

The Spacedep subdirector shrugged dismissively.

"That can take months.  We have before us right now recorded proof that
differs greatly from their verbal accounts.  Surely this is sufficient
to deprive them of positions of high responsibility and trust.  The
flight recorder has been placed in evidence.  It shows landings
preceding and following their landing on Hrrilnorr.  Their posted flight
plan showed that they skimmed the space between the Human and Hrruban
arms of the galaxy, so it is possible to have visited all these worlds
in the time they were gone.  In every case, they broke interdiction.  In
only one did they attempt to justify the falsehood with a tale of
rescue.  Look at the evidence'Rogitel swept an arm to indicate the table
where most of the contraband lay-'taken only this morning from the ship
they alone seem to use."

"The commander forgets one detail,' Hrriss said.

"The flight plan we filed with portmaster Martinson is the shortest
possible journey we could make between Hrretha and Rrala.

There was not time for us to have landed on all these worlds and
collected these things in the weeks we were gone.  Especially since our
log-in and lof-off times were verifi~d." As if they had placed
themselves in further jeopardy, Rogitel called up the bolo again and
pointed out the timeldate designations.  "The flight recorder says that
the time was available to you.

We have run it through compcheck.  Though the timing is tight, you would
have had the time."

"Only if we knew exactly where all these artifacts were, Hrriss
protested, "with no allowance for any time to search.  How could we know
where they were?  It would have taken months to research archaeological
and geological data from the Treaty Island banks.  Or are you suggesting
that some of the researchers on Treaty Island are guilty of collusion
and deception, too?" Hrriss asked softly.

"The matter will be investigated,' was all the commander would say.  He
addressed the Council.

"Clearly the defendants are guilty of deviating from their registered
flight path.  Spacedep, as the body in charge of security and defense
for the Amalgamated Worlds, demands that this matter be examined as
well."

"Tell me, Commander,' Todd demanded, leanin across the table toward
Rogitel, "just why would Hrriss and I wish to steal rarities like that?
Mucli less something as dangerous as that Glow Stone Where could we
possibly fence our loot withoul being detected?

Especially as we are not scheduled to take any off-planet trips in the
next year?"

"We are innocent,' Hrriss added, his tone more growl than speech.

Rogitel did not quite flinch, but his body inclined ever so slightly
away from the Hrruban.  "Machines cannot lie,' Rogitel said flatly.
"Only people can, and it would appear in this case, very poorly.  And
you'-he pointed his finger at Todd-'you admit entering the Hrrilnorr
system.  You have just said that you recognize the danger of a Glow
Stone and that you know it is found only on Hrrilnorr IV There are many
other unscrupulous persons in this galaxy who could use the Glow Stone's
peculiar properties to excellent advantage.  And those' now his finger
swung to point at Hrriss- "are particularly well known to Hrrubans.

"We adjourn for due consideration, said the senior Treaty Councillor,
rising to his feet' to end this session.  His colleagues were equally
solemn.

"This is a matter of unprecedented gravity." Every face was solemn and,
in some cases, sad.

This was the first time in twenty-five years that there had been any
infraction of the provisions of the Treaty.  The ramifications were
profound, and could result in punishments ranging from exile for the two
defendants, up through war and/or disbandment of the colony.  The
negotiations among them for renewal of the Treaty had been under way for
several years.  All knew that the twenty-fifth anniversary would be a
crucial time-a time when the Treaty could be easily swept aside.  A
violation of this magnitude might obliterate two and a half decades of
hope and dedication.

Two of the Council, Madam Dupuis and Mrrorra, were representatives of
DoonaiRrala, and were both second-wave settlers from the First Villages.

They were upset and puzzled, because they knew Todd and Hrriss well.
Neither could find credence in the facts that suggested these two, whose
friendship had created the Decision at Doona, could willfully destroy
the colony.  Their interspecies friendship had been held up as a symbol
for Human/Hrruban cooperation all over the galaxy.

"Therefore,' the Treaty Controller said heavily, "until the inquiry has
been conducted and a decision reached, the two defendants are under
house arrest.  They are to be kept separated at their places of
residence, and interim communication denied.

This matter is adjourned pending investigation." The gavel banged once
more.  It might have been the report of a gun.  Todd and Hrriss both
reacted as if it had been, startled, shocked, deeply hurt by even the
mere thought of such a separation.

But they were honorable young men, and although they held each other's
eyes for a long, long moment, they did not speak.  Then, distressed and
saddened, they turned away from each other.

No solitary confinement could have been harder to bear.

Especially when they needed each other's support to prove their
innocence.

Ken Reeve was out of his seat a split second after the Council had filed
out of the chamber.  He rushed around the table to his son.

Hrrestan was as quick to go to Hrriss.

"Rogitel seems to have pretty damning evidence against you, Todd,' Ken
said, wearily shaking his head.  "But I know you've told the truth, so
we'll beat this.

"What motive would we have for stealing such dumb stuff?" Todd asked his
father, his hands spread in a helpless gesture of disbelief.

He felt numbed by despair.

"Did either of you enter any or all of these interdicted systems?"
Hrrestan asked.

"Why would we?  We always come straight back to Doona, where we belong,'
Hrriss answered his father in the familial form of Hrruban.

"You know how we hate those damned missions, Dad,' Todd added.

"And one thing more, that damned beacon with its phony message had a
destructive band.  We were tractoring it up to the Albie when we saw
that.  Contact stuff from the look of it.  Blow us and it up.

"Why didn't you mention that earlier?" Ken demanded.

"Hell, Dad, I only just remembered it,' Todd said, scrubbing at his
tired face with hands that 11

nearly trembled.

Ken looked at Hrrestan.  "A detail that might be useful.  A convenient
shot would explode the beacon.

"So it could,' Hrrestan said, his tone thoughtful.

"We will begin our own covert investigati6ns.  Little could we have
imagined that a minor infraction of the Treaty would be subsumed by a
larger and horrendous charge of piracy and smuggling.  I will initiate
inquiries for your defense on Hrruba."

"I've still some contacts on Earth through Sumitral,' Ken said,
noticeably brightening as actions became obvious.  "His daughter is here
on Treaty Island doing some research.  I'll talk to her after I see you
on your way home.  I don't have all that many friends or allies on
Earth, but I know we can count on that family."

"Let's just hope none of our former Corridor or Aisle neighbors get wind
of this,' Todd said, trying for some levity.  It wrung a sad grin from
Ken.

"You were never born for Earth, Todd, but you've always been a natural
here on Doona,' Ken said, "but I promise you, I'll holler down the doors
if it'd help.

"Someone must know where that beacon came from and who put it there."
When they left the chamber, Todd and Hrriss were hustled through the
bare corridors to the transport grid, which was located in another part
of the building.  Both were sent separately back via grid to the main
continent with an escort of armed guards.  The last glimpse Todd had of
his best friend was Hrriss, standing too quietly between a guard
lieutenant and Hrrestan.  His fur seemed to have lost all its luster and
his tail dragged in the dusi behind him.  Their eyes met, and Hrriss
nodded once to him.  Todd often felt that he could almosi read the
Hrruban's mind but there was no such feeling between them now.

The image seemed to disintegrate into mist, and then Todd was in the
midst of the Hrruban village, facing the Friendship Bridge.  Once he
crossed it, he wouldn't be allowed back over until his innocence was
proved.  The thought made his feet feel heavy.

The guard accompanied him to his family ranch house, where Pat Reeve was
waiting.  In the living room, Kelly stood up when they came in.  Todd
was a little surprised to see her, until he realized that it had been
many hours since he'd been taken away.

She had probably come over this morning to continue the talk the three
of them had been having the night before, and found he was gone.

The marine sergeant gave both women a sharp salute and then withdrew,
taking his squad with him.  Pat hovered for a minute, looking from Kelly
to Todd, then went out toward the kitchen.

"You must be hungry.  I know we are.  I'll fix us all a snack.

"An armed escort?  What happened?" Kelly asked, worried by the beaten
expression on Todd's face.

"It's worse than I could have dreamed,' Todd said.  "This isn't a simple
case of an interdiction infraction.  Oh, no, nothing simple or easily
explained like answering a Mayday call.  Hrriss and I seem to have been
to many planets in many interdicted systems, doing a fine job of
smuggling rarities and classified items, all of which we have been
secretly stashing around the Albie." He grinned sourly at the gasps that
elicited.  "We're bigtime looters and purveyors of illegal artifacts,
and up on charges of smuggling and contraband, using our prestigious
position on DoonaiRrala to perpetrate crimes against Hrruba and Terra,
and half the planets in between.  That log entry we felt would clear us
has had some very interesting additions." He rubbed his eyes with one
hand.  "I don't know how they got there.  One thing is certain: neither
Hrriss nor I put them there.  Then Rogitel kept insisting that we
falsified the Mayday signal to get into the Hrrilnorr system, to steal a
Byzanian Glow Stone."

"A Glow Stone?  A real one?" Kelly asked, her voice breaking with
incredulity.  "They've got one of those in the remote-handling research
lab on Hrruba.  They're considered ultra-dangerous.  And,' she added
with a facial grimace, "they are only found on Hrrilnorr IV."

"Well, one was found in the communications cabinet,' Todd said.  "And
whatever else it does, it deleted the short-term memory of the marine
standing nearby.  So Hrriss and I are not only smugglers and looters,
we're stupidly dangerous pirates." His mother opened her mouth to
protest and closed it' her eyes sparking with suppressed anger and
resentment.  "At that we got off lightly.

The Councillors placed Hiriss and me under hous arrest while they're
investigating.  We're not su posed to communicate at all." At that
point, Todd' broad shoulders sagged, and he looked as dejecte as a small
boy, all the droll defensiveness an outrage gone.  "We haven't been
separated since started wearing rope tails. Pat Reeve could restrain
herself no longer.  "Thi whole thing is ridiculous.  Why, neither you no
Hrriss have stolen so much as a.  .  .  brrna." Sh( spat that out after
a good long hesitation as sh( tried to remember any other incident of
pett crime.  "How can they possibly accuse you anc Hiriss of piracy or
smuggling?  Anyone else coulc have done it.  Anyone on the launch pad
could havt access to your ship.  Todd had sunk to a chair, elbows on his
knees head in his hands, diminished more by the separation than the
absurd charges.  Sighing, he proppec his chin on his hands and told his
mother and Kell about the additional landings and launches noted ir the
log, and the even stranger omissions concernin the orbiting alarm
beacon.  Kelly stood by him, nol quite touching him, alert to any cues.
When she moved toward him he caught her hand, squeezed ii once, and then
dropped it as if he shouldn't hold it-or her.

She was perplexed by that gesture, sensing it to be a "keep off' signal.
She backed off.  This was so unlike the resilient Todd she'd always
known, but if he felt himself ostracized, perhaps he didn't wish her
contaminated by his disgrace.  That, too, was unlike the Todd she'd
always known.  But then, Todd had never been under such vile suspicions
before and shouldn't be now, Kelly thought in seething outrage.

"This whole affair is ridiculous,' she said, drop.

ping her hands helplessly.  "It's absurd to think of you two as
smugglers!  The Council must all be strangers, to let Rogitel get away
with an accusation like that."

"The Treaty Controller this term is one of Third Speaker's nominees,'
Todd said in a dull voice.  "I recognized him as soon as I came into the
chamber.

You both know him; he'd let us get into a war if it would remove the
Human threat to Hrruba." Irritably Kelly shook her head.  "Surely we
have some friends on the Council.  I hoped Madam Dupuis would be on your
side.  She used to live around here.

"She's got to go by the evidence, the same as the other Councillors,'
Todd pointed out.  "Any way you present it, it's damning.

She had no option.

That log tape was tampered with!  Very cleverly, by someone who knew
exactly how to match bolo images perfectly." He sounded more like
himself and then suddenly slumped again, scrubbing at his rumpled hair.

"I don't know how we can prove that.

Why didn't I open the recording unit when the log tape jammed!

I'd've found that wretched Glow Stone then and we'd've known we were
being set up.  That was a costly kick." A flash of Todd's usual spirit
accompanied that remark.  "And whaddya bet,' he went on in a bitter
tone, "the Hrrilnorr warning beacon will show we spent far more time in
that system than we say we did."

"What about the beacons at the other planets you're supposed to have
visited?" Pat asked, grasping at the possibility.  "Surely, if you're
supposed to have been at so many other worlds, all of those beacons
can't have been got at?" Todd regarded his mother almost pityingly and
shook his head.  "This was all too well planned, Mother, for them to
neglect that sort of verification.

Remember, it's Spacedep involved and they have the resources to do just
this sort of documentation."

"Look, Todd,' Kelly began in a firm tone, being as positive as she knew
how, "you two have an enviable reputation on Earth.  Much better than
Rogitel's.  There's going to be a lot of talk when he comes up with this
sort of a crazy charge.  And I don't care how much evidence there is
against you.

He doesn't have as good a reputation as you and Hrriss, and Doona, have.
I'll see what I can find out.  I'll talk to everyone I know about this
ridiculous accusation.  Furthermore,' and her smile was malicious,
"Hrringa can start the action.  He'll do it for me.

And'-her voice rose in triumph now-'I'll enlist Jilamey Landreau!' Todd
gave her a frankly contemptuous look.

"Don't be so skeptical, pal,' she said.  "He's been following me around
all afternoon n hopes of finding you.  He only gave up an hour ago. He's
got a superlative hangover, but he's still raving about you saving his
life.  I'll send the rumor about your entrapment home with him.  Yes,
entrapment!" For Todd had looked up with some glimmer of hope in his
dull eyes.  "What else would you call it?  You and Hrriss were framed.
To ruin the Treaty negotiations.  We'll beat this, er, rap,' Kelly
exclaimed, her eyes flashing.

"This what?" asked Pat.

Kelly grinned.  "Well, I'm studying ancient colloquialisms." She leaned
over, grabbing Todd by the shoulders, and kissed his cheek.

"It's okay for one of your other good friends to visit you again, isn't
it?" Immediately, she regretted her choice of phrases because a shadow
crossed Todd's face: the friend he most wanted to see was forbidden him.

"It's okay for you to visit, Kelly, anytime you want,' Todd answered,
putting as much welcome into his voice as he could.  He touched his
cheek where she had kissed it.  "Soon, please?"

"I'd better go now. I'll be back again tomorrow, and we'll have a
council meeting of our own." She stared to go, but turned back a few
steps from the door.  "Think you should know, Todd, how many people have
said how much they enjoyed Snake Hunt and the feast last night.  I'm not
the first to tell you that you did a good job." She gave him a wry smile
and wrinkled her nose.  "I won't be the last and you'll feel better when
you know how many people are solidly on your side.  Anyway, the Hunt was
the greatest. Todd managed to smile back.  "Thanks, Kelly.

That Hunt seems to have happened years ago, not just hours,' he said,
then rallied, sitting up and straightening his shoulders.  "But it was a
good one Thanks again for all your help.

"I intend to repay that in kind,' she said, grinnin wickedly.

"You wait and see!" She waggled he finger at him, and that brought a
slight grin 0 remembrance for all the times he had used that gesture and
spoken that phrase to her.  "I gotta g( now, Todd, Pat.  We're expecting
dozens of Horn Week visitors and Mother'll shoot me if I don't pu in an
appearance soon. Todd closed his eyes against the thought of th( dozens
of Home Week visitors his family generali entertained after the Hunt.
Everything good aboui his life seemed to have been ripped away in a
single morning: his best friend, his reputation, and hi% honor.  He
heard the front door close softly and Kelly clattering down the steps.
Then he felt hi mother's gentle hand on his shoulder and he patted it.

"She's a staunch friend,' his mother said, then she added in a teasing
tone, "and still as much the tomboy as ever."

"Not quite,' Todd said, forcing himself out of despair.  He looked up at
his mother with a lopsided grin.  "Not at the Hunt party she wasn't."

"Oh?" Pat rolled her eyes facetiously.  "You noticed?"

"Of course I noticed,' Todd said, hearing an edge of irritation in his
tone.

Pat put up her hands to ward off an imaginary attack.  "I'm not, I swear
I'm not,' she said.  "But she is a staunch friend and she'll do all she
can to help.

She's smart.  Anne says Kelly graduated second in her class, even with
all the discrimination against "colonial types."

"I didn't know she'd got that high,' Todd said, impressed.  "But why
didn't she make first?"

"Oh, you,' and Pat play-batted at him.

"She'll call in every favor she's owed on Earth.  You just wait and
see."

"Oh, Mom, how did we ever get ourselves in such a mess!" He dropped his
head and began digging with the heels of his hands at eyes that hadn't
seen the danger.  Pat dropped beside him, her arm supportively about his
shoulders.  "When did that stuff get hidden on the Albie?"

"We'll find out, son, we'll find out,' his mother said.

"You've always been motivated by conscience, by truth, and you've always
respected the rights of others and your responsibilities to them.  No
one who knows you and Hrriss will believe this vile canard."

"What about those who want to?  Who want to see this colony disbanded,
discredited?" Todd said in a soft but caustic tone.

"We both know such people exist and they have caused this entrapment,'
his mother said.  "But there is a way out of it.  The truth, and we'll
shove the doubting faces into that truth.  Just you believe we will!"
Todd uncovered his eyes, reddened by his rubbing and the tears he was
trying to repress.  "I wonder if we haven't been a little naive here on
paradisiacal Doona.

"That's a possibility, but we're not too long in the tooth to protect
what we've earned by hard work and fair dealings.  You'll see!' She gave
him a firm clap on the back, wanting him, he knew, to buck up.

"Yes, Mother, we will!" he replied with as much feeling as he could
instill in his tone.

"Now, I've always found that the best way to work out a problem is to
work!  Since you've obviously been struck off the diplomatic lists, you
can just go help Len Adjei round up the horses for their annual
injections.  Since Mark Aden went offplanet, we've been a little
shorthanded.  Not that he was much help as a stablehand when he spent so
much time mooning over Inessa.  She and Robin are already out there.

I'd go but we've had New Home Week callers all day long." She gave him a
second, playftil thump on the back.  "Go on, bon.  Have a shower to
clear your head.

Todd gave her a grateful glance.  "That's the best idea anyone's had all
day." He went to shower and change.  Wrangling horses would get him away
from the house and give him something to occupy his mind.

But, even as he showered, his mind kept whirling around the morning's
bizarre events.

"Machines can't lie,' Rogitel had said.  The phrase Fkept running
through Todd's mind.  No, they couldn't lie, but they could be tampered
with.  But when?  And how?  And by whom?  No face filled the void when
he tried to figure out who had set a trap for them.  If only he and
Hrriss could sit down and think this mess through .  .  .  The two of
them could discover the answers in no time, he knew they could.  They
had solved countless puzzles together over the years.  Not to be able to
communicate with Hrriss, as he had done every day since he was six years
old, made him feel empty and lost.  He jerked the shower control over to
cold and steeled himself to accept the chill.

After a hard day's work, Todd returned home.

As the evening stretched interminably out before him, again and again,
Todd found himself starting out the door to go over the bridge to the
Hrruban village, as he had done nearly every day for the last quarter of
a century.  Quelling that urge, he sat down at the computer unit and
almost typed in Hrriss's comp number.  But that would be a violation.
Could he send his brother Robin over the bridge with a note?  Just to
let Hrriss know he was thinking about him?  No, not even that solace was
permissible until the accusations were dismissed.

No communication meant just that, and Todd had given his solemn word. He
had never broken it.  He and Hrriss were honor bound, and honor meant
everything to them.  Someone was playing on that to keep them apart.
Divide and conquer.  Well, Todd was determined that no one would conquer
without facing a fight.

CHAPTER 4

"YOU'LL BE WELCOME AT HOME FOR A change, my cub,' Mrrva said kindly,
bringing Hrriss inside as the guards withdrew from the door.

Hrriss still felt himself torn apart by the harshness of the
restriction.  He hadnever thought of himself as complacent, or smug
about his reputation for honesty, but to have it so smirched and
casually disregarded shocked him.

"There is considerable physical evidence against us, Mother,' he said
wearily.  From their front window, he could see the Friendship Bridge,
built so long ago by Hrrubans and Hayumans in the spirit of cooperation.
Across it, not very far, lay Zodd.

He forced himself to turn away.  "It is false evidence, but they must
believe what they see.  I know only that if we were allowed to be
together we could solve the mystery in half the time.  We could discuss
it until we understood it.  It is so difficult to have a lifelong
companion torn away from one's side, Mother." Mrrva's heart went out of
him.  "I am sorry to learn that you and Zodd must be separated but it
will be only temporary.  In no time they will see that Zodd and you are
innocent of any crime, and you will be together again." She guided him
through the house and out through the back door.  "Wait here for me,
little love." She settled him under the arbor in the garden behind the
house, and hastened out to the dining area to bring cool drinks for both
of them.  It was a fine day, and the sun warmed the colors of her
sprawling flower beds.  She had nearly forgotten how solitary a cub
Hrriss had been.  Only the explosive arrival on the scene of the lively
Hayuman boy zOdd had demonstrated how lonely he had been.

"Don't dwell on the apartness,' Mrrva said, urging him to take the cold
drink.  She had pitched her voice to intimate levels to give her words
more weight.  "You will only make yourself ill.  Later, when you have
relaxed, you shall explore the facts.

For now, let yourself relax.  It is so seldom I have you all to myself."
The herbal drink loosened some of the tightness in his throat.

"Have I neglected my duty to you?" Hrriss asked sadly.  "I offer
apologies to you and Father.

"No, no!  Not at all,' Mrrva assured him in a purr.

"We are more than proud of the way you have grown up and the way you
hold yourself in honor.

Since youfirst met, zOdd has been welcomed daily as your friend.

And ours.  He is nearly my second cub.  The tasks which I have set you
over the years have been done twice as quickly by two sets of hands
instead of one." Mrrva let her law drop ever so slightly.  "The only way
in which you have perhaps slipped in your duties is in the begetting of
an heir to the Stripe.  Have you forgotten that ~ou are Hrrestan's only
cub?  When will you choose a mate?  I have waited for the matter to
occur naturally to your mind." She paused, blinking solemnly.

Hrriss lowered his head, abashed.  "I have not thought of a mate.

My life has been so full up until now that there has been no urgency.

Mrrva gave him an understanding sideways glance.  "Please to consider it
now, then.  I wish for your happiness, but it would increase your
father's if you do not allow the Stripe to pass to another's offspring."
Hrriss flinched.  He couldn't allow the line succession to die lust
because he was too indolent to find a mate.  It would be easy, he
thought, merely to mate with a willing female and produce an heir, but,
without affection, such a union would be sterile.

Matches based on duty .were no longer common in Hrruban society, though
they did still exist.  But the example set by his parents, who were
bound by mutual respect and admiration, was one he hoped to emulate.
Hayumans chose their mates based on mutual appeal and affection.  When
they'd been just approaching manhood, he and zOdd had often talked about
mating, but in a clinical fashion, comparing the difference imposed by
the physical variations of their separate species.  Once they had been
able for the duties of adult males, they had both been too busy for
wives and children.  The time had come to review the situation.  In
several aspects.

Since the sordid accusations this morning, the previous tenor of his
life and ways had been drastically altered.  He had never imagined a
different style of life.  Certainly not a life without Zodd in it every
day, going out on missions, or taking care of their tasks at home, but
now that he thought of it, there was an itch he hadn't bothered to
scratch.  Who knew how long he would be kept from acting as an emissary
of Doona, and whether others would ever again consider him to fit that
post.  A Stripe without honor had no place in society.  He must be
cleared and pronounced innocent, or his life was over!

Since there was nothing more he could do that day to clear his name,
Hrriss seriously considered his duty to his Stripe.  Now was the time to
find a suitable female.  More than time.  He was already much older than
his father had been when he was born.  It wasn't that he'd missed female
companionship.  He had joyfully given relief to many charming partners
during their seasonal heats, vying with other young males to serve their
need.  No male Hrruban would touch a female without her permission, but
many females had made their preference for his attentions quite blatant.
Centuries of civilized behavior hadn't quite reduced that primal urge,
though in these modern times, many females used contraception remedies
when procreation wasn't an objective.

Hayumans were not as natural as Hrubbans about sexual matters.  It
seemed strange to Hrriss that a society which was so much like his own
often ruthlessly repressed their natural urges and behaviors.

Even when Hrruba had been reduced to crowded quarters for each den and
new litters were no onger blessings, the traditional openness about sex
had remained.

∙Mrreva left him alone in the garden with his thoughts.  It was so quiet
that the tiny breeze brought distant voices and the faint clatter of
hooves and machinery from the property beside theirs.  Turning over his
mother's suggestion in his mind, Hrriss began to examine the
possibilities of the females he knew.  And came right up against a very
important consideration: would she understand his friendship with the
Hayuman?  Would she like zOdd?  More important, would Zodd like her?

"I suppose I shall have to trust to my own judgment alone for this,'
Hrriss said out loud, and laughed.

Many of the females in this and other villages had sought him as their
lifemate, and tempted him to commit while in their estrous cycles. There
was never anything as crass as a demand for long-term relations, only a
sighing and sensuous persuasion.

While the attractions were obvious, Hrriss felt there needed to be more
to the perfect image than a sexual being.  He wanted a woman who
thought, and created, and laughed.  The image which kept coming back to
his mind was the lithe, cinnamonfurred snake dancer at the feast.  Her
delicately graceful movements repeated in his memory again and again.

He remembered her name was Nrrna, a soft and pliant sound.  She worked
with Mrrva in the Health Center.  He wondered if she was willing.

The last time she had gone through her fertile cycle, she had let him
know that she would welcome him, but he had had to go off-planet then.
When he returned, she had said nothing to him about what had gone on in
his absence.

There was also Mrratah, a weaver whose textiles were wearable art.

Last year, after Snake Hunt, they had spent a wild night together.

The heavy musk in the air and the excitement of the chase had stirred
him.  She had been out on Hunt, too, and was as aroused as he by primal
bloodlust, the beat of the dance band's drums, and the scent in the air.

Hrriss's eyelids lowered as he remembered that night, let his body sway
with the rhythm in his memory.  There was a high-pitched snarl that was
so like the voice of Mrratah in excitation that he opened his eyes.  His
female ocelot, Mehh, loped out of the house past him, with the male,
Prem, in determined pursuit.  Mehh was young, no more than two Doonan
years old.  She was coming into full heat for the first time.  Her
attitude toward Prem was playful but firm.  She intended the order of
things to proceed as she pleased, not the way the male chose.

That was right, according to the Hiruban way of life.

The spotted cats dodged back and forth through the bushes Mrrva had
planted around the green for privacy.  They were not concerned with
hiding what they were doing.  Simple urges moved them.  Sometimes Hrriss
wished that he was not a thinking being.  These creatures were acting
out his unspoken dream.

Mehh skidded and rolled to a halt in the grass before him.  Prem
followed, and tried to mount her before she was upright again.  A quick
blow across the nose from a paw full of razor-sharp talons let him know
that Mehh was not ready yet.  Prem withdrew a few paces and waited,
making a soft, urgent rumbling sound low in his throat.  Mehh flipped
onto her belly and crept insouciantly, provocatively, into the mating
position with her tail high and to the side, presenting her nether
quarters to the male.  She was blatant about what she wanted, and her
urgent throaty growls made it certain that she wanted it now.  Without
hesitation, Prem was on her back, teeth gripping the female's scruff as
he mounted her.

With an odd sense of detachment, Hrriss watched them.  The female
snarled and rolled over, driving Prem a paw's length away, and just as
swiftly invited him back again with raised tail.  Prem crooned, a mild
sound when compared with the green fire in his eyes.  Hrriss, shaking
his head to break the fascination, felt a creature sympathy for Prem.

Right now a relationship, wild and abandoned and fun, would take his
mind off the ache in his heart and the anger in his mind.  Both Nrrna
and Mrratah could be extremely exciting in estrus, but they were good
companions away from the mating dance as well.

His mother had made a valid point.  It was more than time to seek a
lifemate.  While he was in this enforced separation from Todd, it might
ease his loneliness to choose a mate.  He would not be abandoning other
aspects of his life, but filling in the parts that had too long remained
empty.

Through the house, he heard a knock at the front door.  Hrriss started
to get up, but he heard his mother's soft footfalls emerge from the
other wing and go toward the door.  A short time passed, and she came
out to him.

"Hrriss, I will be going out later.  Pat Rrev has said that she wants
the four of us, Hrrestan and me, and Pat and Rrev, to speak together
this evening.

She is as convinced of your innocence as your father and I." Hrriss
nodded eagerly.  "Tell Zodd.  .  he began, and then swallowed the rest
of his words, hanging his head and letting his hands fall limp to his
sides.  "I may give no message for him.  It is a matter of honor. "Poor
Hrriss.  He knows, my little one,' Mrrva said sympathetically.  "He
knows.

Hrriss cleared his throat tentatively.  "Mother, you know Nrrna, don't
you?"

"Yes,' the Hrruban woman said, clearly surprised.  "She works at the
Health Center in the laboratory where I conduct my research."

"Has she ever come to this house to join our evening meal?" Hrriss
inquired.

He thought the pupils in his mother's eyes widened just slightly.

"She has, from time to time.

Her company is excellent.  I shall inquire if she is free to join us."
Then she turned and left the garden in a rather abrupt fashion that made
Hrriss wonder if she was displeased in any way with his suggestion.

The afternoon was fair, and the air had a fresh crispness that was far
more relaxing to Todd's jangled nerves than the tropical warmth of
Treaty Island.  He rode Gypsy down the narrow trail that circled around
the fruit orchard at the edge of the Reeve Ranch.  The fruit trees were
fenced in for protection, though many a clever horse stretched his neck
far enough to nip ripening apples off the nearer trees.  Apart from the
orchard, Lon Adjei, as manager of the ranch, gave the horse herds plenty
of room to graze in, but the open land made it harder to find them.

Todd was after a foursome of colts who had hightailed it this way,
avoiding capture as if it was a new game invented for them to show off.

He lost sight of them among the clumps of shrub and mature trees.

He and Hrriss had always worked together on this sort of a detail: the
Hrruban had keener eyesight and sense of smell.  He could find yearlings
no matter where they hid themselves.

A scented breeze shifted, and blew directly into Todd's hot face.

Gratefully he took a deep breath and was nearly unseated as Gypsy
slammed to a halt under him.

"What's the matter, boy?" The gelding propped his front legs, refusing
to move forward.  Gypsy was a sensible animal, so if he was scared to
move, he had reason.  Possibly there was a small ssorasos in the woods,
which Gypsy had smelled when the wind changed.  When surprised, the
knee-high mammal attacked like a juggernaut.  Todd dismounted and sidled
cautiously a few feet up the path.  In front of him was a clump of
red-veined plants.  Todd recognized them instantly.

Ssersa.  It was toxic enough to Humans, but absolute poison for horses.

Gypsy had smelled the poisonous weed.

"Smart horse!" Todd said over his shoulder to reassure the gelding.
Ssersa was nearly as bad a contact-toxin as rroamal.  Most animals were
wary of it while it was unripe.  When it matured and dried, it lost its
bitter aroma and smelled sweet and appealing.  It was death for
livestock, especially those of Earth origin.  Ranchers assiduously
cleared it from their pastures or they lost stock.  The trick was to get
it before it dried and left its seeds for the unwary animal.  Ben Adjei,
Lon's father, called ssersa "silent death." Ranch hands automatically
pulled it up wherever they saw it.

The radio at his waist crackled.  "Todd, where are you?  I've lost sight
of you and I've got two more for you to hold for their shots.

"I'm on the trail behind the apple orchard, Lon, Todd replied into the
radio.  The horse snuffled his ear and he pushed him gently away.

"I was chasing a pair of yearlings and Lady Megan's twins.  Gypsy got
wind of a patch of ssersa back here.  I'm uprooting it and bringing it
in.

"Ssersa!" Lon's voice exclaimed.  "Damn, I was sure I cleared the whole
place of it.  And before it could seed."

"Never mind.  Probably some bird seeded it, Todd said.  "Be with you as
soon as I pull it up and catch those yearlings." Pulling on the hide
gloves from his belt, he yanked the plant up and beat its roots on the
ground to dislodge the dirt.  Then he squashed it into a ball, which he
shoved into his saddle bag.

The stink of ssersa sap made Gypsy restless and quite willing to move
away from it.

Todd lifted the gelding into a canter.  The trail was wide here and the
surface firm enough to safely maintain a stiff pace.  The colts were
well ahead of him but, as he recalled it, there was a grassy meadow up
ahead that would certainly cause them to stop and graze.

An eerie scream-like a horse in agony-made him dig his heels into
Gypsy's ribs and they galloped over the breast of the hill.  Two of the
colts were skittering around the pasture nervously.  The third was
standing over the fourth, which lay still in a patch of bracken.  He
whinnied shrilly.

Todd brought Gypsy to a dirt-kicking halt and was out of the saddle at a
run to the young horse on the ground.  The remaining twin nudged its
fallen brother with its nose, puzzled by its unresponsiveness.

"No more games for this lad,' Todd said sadly.

He still had his gloves on, so he turned back the upper lip to see the
livid magenta of the membrane.

"Poisoned.  Damn it.  There can't be more ssersa.

Fearing for the other youngsters in this meadow, he looked all around
him, and then at Gypsy, who was standing calmly.  Turning back to th
dead animal, he opened its lips again and saw what was stuck in the
colt's teeth-the twigs of dried ssersa.  Sitting back on his heels, he
radioed Lon.

"More ssersa?" Lon demanded disbelievingly.

"Where?  I cleared that meadow.  I know I did." There was silence and a
sigh from the speaker.

"Leave it.  I'll get the flyer and bring the corpse in for burning.  We
can't even use the hide.  The toxins will poison whatever it touches.
Todd, there was no mature ssersa in that field, I promise you!"

"Then where did it come from?" Todd said, aggravated.  Lon was a good
farm manager.  If he said he'd cleared ssersa weed, he had!

He remounted Gypsy and rounded up the other two.  He had to lasso the
mourning colt to get him away from his dead twin but gave him a few feed
pellets to make up for the insult.  Whooshing the others in front of
him, he kept his eyes peeled for any further sign of ssersa.  It was an
active seeder, like many Doonan plants: so where there was one, there'd
be others.

Then, just as he herded the colts over the lip of the ridge, he spotted
a burned patch in the grass on the one level place on the entire field:
a patch ju5t about the size of a small transport shuttle.

Todd got his charges back to the barn without further incident.

Lon examined the three young animals and entered the control numbers in
their freeze brands into a hand-held computer unit.

Todd saw Robin and Inessa in the paddock, dragging one unwilling horse
after another into the chute for inoculations.

"That's a hundred and forty-three,' Lon said, slapping the last one on
the rump as he sent it running into the coual, "counting that poor
poisoned colt.  I think that's all we're going to find.

We've combed the landscape."

"Shouldn't there be more like a hundred sixty?" Todd asked.

"Yeah, should be,' Lon said, scratching his ear with the edge of his
comp.  "I put in a call to Mike Solinari at the Veterinary Hospital, and
the foreman on the Hu spread, just in case any of our animals have
hopped the fence.

"Not bloody seventeen of "em,' Todd replied grimly.

"With that ssersa you found today, that might account for some, but we
haven't even found any bodies.  Not even mda will touch a sscrsa
carcass." Lon gave a disgusted snort.  "My dad told me that if I can't
hand-pull fields, I deserve to have such losses but, honest, Todd
"Didn't Hiriss and I spend'-Todd made himself continue despite the pang
that the reminder of happier days gave him-'a whole week helping you?

But I'll tell you something else I found-a burn<,if mark on that one
level spot in the big meadow."

"A shuttle burn-off?" Lon's tanned face paled.

"There's been no emergency landing in that section.

D'you think .  .  ." He stopped, not liking his own thoughts.

"Rustling does present itself as an explanation,' Todd said, not wanting
to believe it either.

"especially if there've been no bodiesound." Since Doona's wealth was
its stock, not minerals or mining, rustling was the sovereign crime and
punishable by immediate transport to the nearest penal colony.  To keep
track of all stock, each animal was branded with freeze-dry chemicals as
soon after birth as possible: a painless process that left a permanent
ID, naming its ranch of origin, breeding information, and control
numbers.  The brand was unalterable so that it was easy to keep a rccord
of inoculations and vaccinations throughout an animal's lifetime.  It
made illegitimate transfer of ownership impossible.  It also made
rustling-on Doona-an unprofitable occupation.

Despite rigid psychological tests devised by Lee Lawrence, the colony
sociologist, sometimes unsuitable personalities slipped through.  People
eager enough to get off Earth were known to equivocate about their
open-mindedness as regards living with aliens, or their willingness to
learn and speak an alien language.  Their bigotry was generally
discovered soon enough to do no lasting harm and they were sent off
Doona, either to Earth or to see if they would fit into a totally Human
colony.

Other new settlers became overwhelmed by the responsibilities of caring
for a whole, stocked ranch, let alone a house set in the midst of more
uninterrupted land than anyone on Earth had ever seen.  Some could not
adapt to the lack of laborsaving devices which were felt to be
superfluous or environmentally dangerous.  Fossil fuels were avoided,
and natural power, windmills, river barrages, or battery cells charged
by solar panel supplied what power was required.  Some settler learned
to cope, others requested transport back t familiar constrictions.

Those unwilling, or unable, to take responsibilit for themselves in a
pioneer society posed the wors problem.  Sometimes, folk who had been
told al their lives what to do couldn't adjust to makin their own
decisions.  Or, once they realized that behavior monitors had been left
behind on Earth they began acting as if they could behave any wa: they
wanted.  And take anything they wanted Rustlers generally emerged from
that group.

"We haven't had any rustlers for years,' Lon said "And how could there
have been a shuttle landin when we've got satellite controllers?"

"Have we got any newcomers from Earth who'vt gone possession crazy?  You
know that syndrome.

"How could I forget?" Lon asked grimly, spittin into the dust.

"It was my father's new mares thai were stolen.  A guy named Hammond did
it.  I've c' hard place in my mind for anyone named Ham mond.

Since then I've learned to judge people.  I'V( a good record at picking
those who won't make ii through their first season."

"You helping Lee with his testing these days?"

"He has only to ask.  Now, let's double-check th( ones we do have so I
can send in the brands of thost we're missing." Together they checked
the withers of eact animal that came out of the chute, entering th(
brand and updating the' inoculation record.

"Yeah, we're seventeen shy.  I'll just send the IDs on to Vet.

They'll forward the list to Poldep.  Once the word's out we've done
that, we might just find those seventeen missing horses back in their
home pastures." Squinting at the sky, Todd shook his head.  "They might
not be on Doona anymore."

"Oh, come on, Todd.  The security satellites would have reported any
unauthoriii:ed transport in orbit,' Lon said, scornful of that
suggestion.  "No, we'll find out where they got stashed on this planet.

Might take a while, but we'll find "em on Doona." Todd did not argue the
point now, but he was annoyed that seventeen animals were missing.

Seventeen!  At the current market price, that was almost half the value
of a good farm.  Doonan horses were a valuable commodity, not only as
transportation and a constant source of fertilizer but for the end
product of meat, hide, and bonemeal.

"I'll look into it, find out if the neighbors have any inexplicable
losses, and I can make that report to Poldep." Even as he spoke, Todd
realized he was no longer the person to make reports to Poldep.

"No, I'm farm manager.  I'll make the report,' Lon said, almost too
quickly.  "I need your help more out here in the pens,' he went on,
stumbling to get the words out.  "You've a longer attention span than
those two flibbertigibbets,' he said, nodding toward Todd's two
siblings.

It was obvious that the ranch foreman knew the details of Todd's house
arrest, even if he had the tact not to comment on it directly.

 Most of the neighbors had radios, so Todd could ask his questions
without leaving the ranch.  But he could see that keeping his word was
going to complicate life considerably.

"I'll radio them, Ion, he said quietly.  "And thanks."

"The Reeves have been having a run of bad luck lately,' Ion said
stoutly, turning his head to spit in the dust.  "I figure you don't
deserve it.

Count on me if you need help-off the ranch."

"Me, too!" said Robin.  At eighteen Terran years of age, he was the
youngest of the Reeves' five children.  He and Inessa climbed out of the
corral as the last of the foals galloped free.  "I don't think I'm
grounded.  Am I?" He turned wide ingenuous eyes to his brother.

"No, it applies to me."

"And Hrriss,' Inessa said in a low angry tone, then she turned to Ion.
"We've put the five that need to be observed in the stable.  Don't think
any of "em are contagious but they need a bit of hand feeding.  So I'm
through."

"Nobody is through until you put the rest of the medicines away and
clean out the inoculators,' Ion ordered, shouting down their protests.
"And last time I looked that pen hadn't been mucked out.

Hop to it!" With affected groans, the two young Reeves shouldered the
vaccination equipment and staggered dramatically toward the medical
outbuilding behind the foreman's house.

"What a pair of actors,' Todd observed.

"Eh,' Ion said, slapping him on the back.  "You and Hrriss were the same
at that age." Then he ducked his head at the ill-chosen reminder and
spat again in the dust.

"Hrriss?" Kelly tapped on the partition of the Hrruban's room.

"Your mother said I'd find you here.  Are you very busy?"

"Not too busy to see you,' Hrriss said, and Kelly chuckled at his
gallantry.  He rose from his computer console and they brushed cheeks
affectionately.

"You okay?" Kelly asked, looking him over with sisterly concern.

"Do you need anything I could bring in for you?" She knew she'd be
stirrazy if she had to stay in one room too long.  How she'd gotten
through school on Earth without dropping out had required every ounce of
self-discipline she possessed.

"I'm okay,' Hrriss said, but ruined it with a sigh.

"I may move about the village, you know.  But it is friTustrating to be
restricted.  I want for nothing but I will think of something to give
you the pleasure of visiting me again." Then he clamped his lips so
tightly that his eyeteeth were visible under the tightly drawn flesh.

"He misses you, too,' Kelly said softly.  "And that's not a message,'
she added angrily, "that's my personal opinion.  I'm entitled to speak
for myself." Hrriss nodded understanding and his muzzle relaxed across
his teeth.

"So, what've you been doing with yourself?" Kelly asked, hoping that she
could carry on some sort of a lighthearted conversation that wouldn't
constantly remind both of them of the third person who should be here
and must be nameless and messageless-all for honor!

"A little research into matters of concern to my mother,' Hrriss said,
his eyes twinkling.  "I have also been monitoring the official
zranscripts of the Zreaty negotiations, and sending out correspondence
to friends on other colony worlds.  I hope to locate someone with
contacts among the purveyors of illicit artifacts.  If we could find out
where the articles found on the Albatross were purchased, and by whom,
we could prove our innocence." Hrriss felt a wash of shame every time he
thought of the harsh-voiced prosecutors who dismissed his sworn word of
honor as meaningless.

Kelly sensed his disquiet.  "That's a damned good idea, Irrriss.

In fact, I'm doing a bit of research along those lines myself." Then she
made fists of her hands and frowned angrily.  "How anyone could be daft
enough to think you and.  .  .  to think you could be a pirate and a
smuggler is beyond my comprehension.  I want you to know that!"

"Thank you,' Hrriss said.

"And I'll bet no one in this village believes it, either,' Kelly went
on, wound up by indignation.

"A Hrruban does not bring disgrace to his Stripe..." Kelly rolled her
eyes skyward.  "You are not in disgrace, Hrriss, any more than Todd is.
You're just just pending investigation.  You're sure I can't get you
something?" she asked in a milder tone, rather surprised at her own
vehemence.  But the idea of an honorable person like Hrriss even
thinking the word "disgrace' infuriated her.

"Nothing I can think of,' Hrriss said, dropping his jaw at her energetic
defense.  He was as much touched as amused by it.  "You have already
brought me something I appreciate greatly: yourself.  Will you please
visit again when you may?"

"Of course,' Kelly said, giving him a big hug as she turned to go. "Hang
on, Hrriss.  This won't last long." Ken found Emma Sumitral in a
research room in the Treaty Center.  She was a tall, slim woman of
thirty, with large, smoky gray eyes and dark brown hair.  She had the
same formal carriage as her father the Admiral, which somehow made even
the casual smock she was wearing look elegant.

"I am very troubled by what you've told me,' she said after Ken had
detailed the seizure at the Albatross and the findings of the hearing.
"You may count on our support.  My father will certainly want to help
you, but I'm not sure what he can do.  I'm not sure if there's anything
I can do."

"You can help me find out who informed Rogitel that the Albatross was
stuffed with contraband.

Naturally he refused to reveal his source.  The Treaty Controller
doesn't know, or won't tell.  The rest of the Council refuses to talk to
anyone other than Hu Shih or Hrrestan.  And they're probably only
speaking to Hrrestan because he's head of the Hrruban contingent.  I
hate like poison being ignored, Emma." And Ken managed a weak smile at
that defect in himself.  "I've got to find out who planted that junk,
especially that blasted Byzanian Glow Stone, because they admitted being
near Hrrilnorr IV.  But no one there believed that they'd heard a
Mayday.  1 believe!"

"I personally find it very hard to believe that either Todd or Hrriss
could be smugglers or pirates.

But it is most unfortunate that they did not have the Albatross
inspected as soon as they landed.

Especially in view of that Mayday."

"I reported that to Hu and Hrrestan myself.  You know the boys were
Masters of the Hunt, that that trip to Hrretha meant they'd have to work
day and night to get the Hunt organized.  Newry saw no harm in sealing
the ship and letting the boys get on with crucial Hunt details." He
hissed out a sigh, sounding more Hrruban than Hayuman, letting his hands
go limp in his lap.

"But Treaty Law had been violated,' Emma reminded him in a gentle voice.
She was a noted expert on the topic.

"A Mayday should be considered extenuating circumstances, Emma, not a
crime.  And there was no one else capable of 5rganizing the Hunt.

That could not be cancelled, and that's why I thought it was permissible
for the formal inspection to be deferred.  Just for two weeks." Ken
raised his hands again in a pleading gesture.  "You know yourself that
we have to have the Snake Hunt, whether we dress it up as a tourist
attraction or New Home Week or whatever.  Those snakes would swarm
whether or not there were any Hunters to restrict them.  Hu and Hrrestan
agreed with my analysis of the situation-Doona has to be profitable and
the Snake Hunt provides a large hunk of our income.

If anyone is guilty of not insisting on that inspection, it's me.

I should be taking the blame." Emma looked very grave.

"Ultimately you may have to." Then, having startled him, she went on.

"From what you have told me, Ken, it is not just that delay, it is also
all those valuable items that were found on the Albatross and the tape
record of landings and launches within the framework of that Hrrethan
journey."

"Neither Todd nor Hrriss is untrustworthy or a pirate or smuggler."

"No, they are not the type.  However, the fact that blame is being
attached to those two young men may yet work in their favor.  They are
much admired on Earth.  Their friendship is legendary.  I think you
could say that it epitomizes Doona in many people's minds.

"Will it?  After all this has been broadcast about the galaxy?" Ken
asked bitterly.

Emma looked at him sternly.  "If there is any rumor, gossip, slander, or
libel about this investigation before it has been completed and its
report made, there will be far more trouble for the loosemouthed than
they can swallow!  The boys are under house arrest, not incarcerated in
a Poldep facility.  Unless they break their bond, they are safe from
slander.  Now, let's see what we can find." She turned to her desktop
console.

She initiated a search based on the boys' names and the name of their
ship, the word "Hrrilnorr,' and the names of the artifacts that Ken
could recall.

"Now we wait.

When the computer eventually spat out a list of file names, Emma briefly
scanned each one, and instead of data, found she was looking at a moir
graphic with a blinking square in the center requesting a confirmed
password.

"Classified!  In the last two weeks, every one of these has acquired a
special clearance password.

They're locked!" Ken swore softly.  "Damn it, I'd hoped you'd be able to
get through.  I got the same graphics.  Not a single code I knew got me
any results.  Do I need to start standing on desks to get cooperation?"
"Not yet.  .  .  I hope,' Emma admitted with a wicked light in her eyes.
She bent over the board.

"I've got Father's code-key number.  They wouldn't dare classify these
files too high for the head of Alreldep to access." To Todd's surprise,
his father arrived home for dinner with a very attractive woman whom he
introduced as Emma Sumitral.

"How do you do, Miss Sumitral?" Todd asked stiffly, and then the name
registered.  "You wouldn't be related to Admiral Sumitral, would you?"
"Indeed I am, Todd Reeve,' she responded, squeezing his hand warmly.
"I've heard a great deal about you from my father." She had a brilliant
smile that lit up her gray eyes.  Then she crooked her neck to look
behind him.

Suddenly his formality deserted him and he burst out laughing.  "I gave
up wearing that rope tail a long time ago, Miss Sumitral."

"Emma," please,' she said, and he gestured for her to take a seat.  "My
father used to regale me with stories about Doona.  I was only five when
the first wave of settlers left Earth for Doona, so this world has
always been special to me.  I always wished my father didn't work for
the government so we could have come, too,' she admitted.  "I'm glad now
that he does.  His position has opened otherwise locked doors for me as
a researcher, and now I believe it may help you, too."

"What?" Todd said, grasping at whatever hope was offered him.

"Todd, we'll wait until Hrrestan and Mrrva arrive.  This concerns them,
too, you know." Ken's expression was so concerned that Todd wondered
what they could have found out that would upset his father-more than he
was already.

Hrrestan and Mrrva arrived at the Reeves' house shortly before sunset.
Todd greeted them courteously.  He had to bite his tongue on "How's
Hrriss?" Even with the parents of his friends, he would not break his
given word.

Hrrestan and Mrrva nodded gravely to their son's dearest friend, their
liquid eyes saying what they, too, would not say aloud.  Both Hrrubans
already knew Emma Sumitral.

"I've chased out the other children for the evening,' Pat said, trying
to set all her guests at ease.  An adult evening.  Kelly ought to arrive
any minute now.

Todd looked up, somewhat surprised, but Kelly hadn't smothered him with
sympathy earlier and she'd scarcely do it in front of guests.

"She is?" Pat glanced at him, worried.  "I thought you'd want her input.
Isn't that all right?"

"Sure,' Todd said hastily.

As deftly as her father would, Emma led the discussion away to other
matters, and held forth on the subject of trade among the colony worlds.
Todd found her not only charming but intelligent.  He rather thought she
and Kelly would like each other.

Kelly arrived only minutes behind the Hrrubans.

They greeted each other warmly.  "It's nice to see so much of you these
days,' she said ingenuously.

Todd couldn't help but gawk at her, for she couldn't have more plainly
told him she'd visited Hrriss, too.

"Well,' said Pat, surprised, "you did learn some diplomacy, after all."
Then Ken introduced her to Emma and offered drinks all round.

For the first time, Todd found that the simple courtesies be usually
enjoyed extending struck him as unnecessary time-wasters.  Once Hrrestan
and Mrrva were settled, Emma began to detail the files she had unlocked.

"It's turned out to be more than juSt trusting my father's opinions of
you and Hrriss,' she said, "I think we may have stumbled onto a very
complex and highly organized smuggling operation." She waited patiently
until everyone stopped demanding details.  "I found some, all right. And
more data from the beacons orbiting the other prohibited worlds is still
coming in.  So far, all of them show the identification number of the
Albatross as having entered those systems shortly before or shortly
after the ship visited Hrretha.  The information is not yet complete.
There are still four buoys circling interdicted systems left to be heard
from, and that data will come in within the next few days."

"I can't believe that they all have the code number from the boys'
ship,' Pat said.

"Now, the beacons identify the Albatross as being the ship that crossed
their barriers in each instance.

The £des as you know are complex, not easy to duplicate."

"As I told you, Emma, Ken began, his anger building, "someone's gone to
a lot of trouble to make it convincing "For a researcher like myself,
there's just too much corroborative detail available to be coincidence
or accident,' Emma went on, and although Ken started to protest, Pat
touched his arm, her eyes watching Emma's face.  For Pat was beginning
to see what Emma was driving at.  "So far we have thefts committed by
two young males who lack for nothing.  They're psychologically normal,
without any history of kleptomania or harmful pranks.

Healthy in every way." Todd blushed at her frankness and she smiled
gently at him.  "It was necessary to take a glance at your medical
profile,' she said.  "There's nothing in it to be ashamed of.

To continue, they're respected by their community, and their future is
bright if only they continue to behave as they have.  This series of
crimes requires a motivation."

"I know the motivation,' Todd said in a flat voice that showed he was
controlling his anger.  "This issue would make a terrific fulcrum for
the lever to pry Doona apart."

"I'm inclined to agree,' Hrrestan said, nodding his head in agreement
with Todd's opinion, "but if we have the motivation, can we also
discover the perpetrator?"

"Landreau has to be involved in this somewhere, Todd said angrily, his
eyes flashing blue fire.

"Rogitel's presence at the Hrrethan affair was unnecessary.  Both.

.  ." Todd halted then plunged, "I felt he was nearly splitting with
anticipation and it couldn't have been for the inauguration of another
grid facility!  He was there, keeping track of...  of us...  on
Landreau's orders.  The Admiral would do anything to discredif Doona
this year and to disrupt the crucial talks that are going on.  A scandal
like two notable citizens of Doona turning out to be pirates and
smugglers could tear everything apart.  Only how did it get done?"

"The opinion of the Ssspeakrrrs, Hrrestan added, "favors the idea of a
conspiracy, aimed at you and our son, to discredit the Rralan
Experiment.  They have informed me that they are conducting their own
investigations into these charges as they know that never have you or my
son behaved in a dishonorable fashion.  As Emma Sumitral has ssaid,
there is far to6 much evidence against them.  There are elements on
Rrala who also wish this Experiment to end in disarray.  These are being
scrutinized.  True guilt lies elsewhere but it will be discovered.

"And I,' Kelly said, looking inordinately pleased with her contribution,
"am handling the unofficial Terran Investigative Group.

You didn't know you had one, did you, Todd?" She grinned at him.

While she had admired Emma's clear-minded statements, she hadn't quite
liked her tone, nor the way she had smiled at Todd.  Sort of, well,
proprietary and perhaps a little patronizing.  Whoa!

Kelly thought, yanking hard on her own mental reins.  Who was acting
proprietary now?

"May I remind all of you,' Emma put in, "that it is essential that all
investigations be done as circumspectly as possible so as not to
prejudice the official one?" Ken leaned forward toward Emma.  "We must
all be wary of how we proceed.  But, in spite of the need for caution,
I've started some inquiries through the Alreldep office, and I discover,
to my relief,' and he grinned at his son, "that the memory of Todd as he
was has been replaced by the record of a hardworking young man."

"Which reminds me, Dad, this hardworking young man did some rounding up
today with Lon.

And we found out something I like even less than I like my present
anomalous position.  We're minus seventeen horses, mostly yearlings and
two-year-olds."

"Seventeen horses gone since the last count?" Ken repeated, staring at
his son in disbelief.  As if he didn't need this, too, on his plate.

"One was dead of ssersa poisoning and I hlped Ion clear that field
myself.  There were other ssersa plants where there shouldn't be a one."
"Ssersa does not have legs to walk,' Hrrestan said, shaking his head as
he knew how careful the Reeves were about hand-pulling the toxic weed
from all grazing areas.

"There was also this burned-out patch on the one flat space in the
field,' Todd went on.  "Shuttlesized, I'd say."

"Rustlers!" Ken nearly bounced from his chair with indignation.

Hrrestan hissed.  "That is a most serious crime.

There have been no instances of animal theft in years.

"Lon reported to Poldep.  We sent a list of the brands to Michael,' and
Todd turned to Kelly, who was as surprised and angry as any stock
rancher would be.  "One or two of "em may have jumped the fence."

"But not seventeen,' Ken said, still absorbing the shock.

"We'll have to hang on to some of the breeding stock, then, Todd."

"Dad, I'd ask around to see if there's anyone new here who's had a
sudden embarrassment of credit.

I'll just put it about that there'll be no charges pressed at Poldep if
that little herd wanders home, wagging tails behind em."

"Could snakes have caught them?" Pat asked.

"You had that breakout at the Boncyks'.  What if a Mommy or two got past
you?"

"None did,' Todd replied flatly, frankly upset that his mother even
asked such a question.

"Well, it was a possibility,' she said apologetically.

"What else could go wrong?" Kelly asked, more rhetorically than
expecting any answer.

"What else?" Emma asked, her expression clearly reflecting her dislike
of adding to the current problems.  "I think I'd better be the one to
tell you.

Admiral Landreau has arrived.  He gridded in just before I left Treaty
Island."

CHAPTER 5

ADMIRAL AL LANDREAU HAThD DOONA.

Initially, when the bright blue pebble with its light cloud coverage had
swum into his viewscreen, he thought it looked peaceful and pleasant.
When he had been assigned to explore it for a preliminary search, it had
seemed the perfect Earthlike world, class M in the old parlance,
atmosphere, nearnormal gravity and all, the very epitome of what
Spacedep was searching for.  It was full of possibilities, and the key
to fame and better departmental financing for him.

Ever since the first colonists landed there, though, it had been one
long headache for Spacedep and Landreau.  He lay the source of all his
troubles squarely upon the backs of the Reeves.  A family of
malcontents, by all accounts from Aisle and Corridor monitors, always
disturbing civilized people with their noise and antisocial behavior.

They had made a public fool of him.  They, or specifically, Ken Reeve,
had blamed him for not noticing their mythical cat people or the
nightmarish giant snakes in time to prevent the colonization.

As if there was any way he could have known about them, in spite of that
ape Sumitral's-insistence that the clues were all there.  Reeve had made
a fool of him, claimed he jeopardized the colony.

Well, the colonists had been in the wrong.  They had violated the
Siwannese protocol, had resisted being removed from the planet in spite
of their feigned horror over that violation, and had been compounding
that transgression anathema for a quarter of a century.  Now was the
moment to eradicate that mistake, put it behind him.  He fully intended
to do so.  His opportunity had been handed to him, calligraphed, signed,
sealed, and set under a glass bell.  To make it the sweetest possible
revenge, Todd Reeve, the hysterical, bilingual boy child of Ken Reeve,
was to be the key to ending this quarter century of humiliation.  The
Treaty Council was buzzing: rumors of resignation threats already
abounded.  Landreau was looking forward to hearing Rogitel's full
report.

There were cat people all over the building where he gridded in.

Their hairy, fang-toothed faces made him shudder.  The Hrrubans were an
abomination against nature's plan.  Cats shouldn't walk like Humans.

They should go on all four legs like the basically feral animals they
imitated.

When the mist of transfer cleared, he was facing one of the very
creatures he abhorred.  The animal operating the grid center opened its
mouth at him and showed its teeth, casually displaying its bestiality.

The horror was that it thought it was smiling.

He nodded curtly and stepped down.

It was outrageous that these Hrrubans should have stumbled on any
technology as powerful as the transportation grid.  While the grid was
convenient, having to use it frightened him: he preferred to be in
control of the mechanisms used in travel.  What if the operator hadn't
been well enough trained, and Landreau was trapped in the grid, neither
one place nor another?  Supposing someone with a grievance against him
took a bribe and sent him to the wrong destination, even a fatal one?

He would have preferred to have the one facility on Earth destroyed, and
its operator returned to its homeworld.  Wherever that was.  If Landreau
could only find it - - That damned Treaty neatly blocked that
aspiration.  However, the cats were not fooling Admiral Al Landreau.

He had long since deduced their real objective.  This transport grid of
theirs: a single grid, like the one on Terra, could be quickly built
into a giant one, capable of moving armies.

Yet the blockheads and simpering idiots in positions of power on the
Amalgamated Worlds refused to see the threat inherent in the cats'
technology.

But he had made allies, supported causes in return for the support of
his.  This year would see the end to the Hrruban threat before it became
a nightmare reality.

The grid operator said something in the ridiculous collection of grunts
and growls that served the beast race for a language.  Sounded like bad
plumbing.  And that was yet another insult: that Human beings were to
imitate such filthy noise instead of good, clean Terran.

"Commander?  I'm Nesfa Dupuis,' a low voice at "94

"95

his elbow said in the Terran language.

Startled but relieved, Landreau turned.  The speaker was a small Human
woman with dark skin and glowing brown eyes.  She stood next to the grid
station, her hands folded quietly into her voluminous sleeves.

"Treaty Councillor,' Landreau said smoothly, with a gracious nod and a
quick handshake.  "I want to see everything that you have on this vexing
matter.  When may I meet with the Council?  It is important that I see
them immediately." The small woman held up a hand.  "Not today, I'm
sorry to inform you.  We're in the midst of deep negotiation on space
rights, Commander."

"Hmmph!" Landreau snorted.  "Isn't such a negotiation irrelevant in the
face of the crimes reported to you?

You're wasting time.  Might as well address yourself to immediate and
germane issues.  Save yourself the bother." Landreau realized
immediately that he had misjudged this one.  She was a Doona colony
sympathizer.  Another fardling New Ager.  He sighed and turned on a
charm that never failed to work.

"I'd like you to consider me a friend in this case, Councillor.

My lifelong ambition has been to promote the improvement of the quality
of life for Humanity.  I'll do everything in my power to help expedite a
successful conclusion to this disgraceful incident.  Then the Council
can continue its more important responsibilities."

"You are so cooperative, Admiral,' Dupuis said aloud, her schooled
expression not revealing her true feelings, but she had long since taken
the Admiral's measure and was aware of some of hi' machinations.  "The
Council is, of course, gratefu for any assistance in bringing this
unfortunat situation to a swift conclusion.  You will doubties' wish to
confer with your assistant.  An office ha' been set at your disposal
near the one Commandei Rogitel is using.  This way, please.

The deep male voice crackled over the speakei in the airfield control
tower.  "Tower, this is Codep ship Apocalypse, on final insertion
through orbit.

I'll be down there in a minute."

"Can't you be more specific, Fred?" Martinson asked, clapping one hand
to his headset and checking the screens which displayed telemetry from
the-orbiting navigation probes around Doona.

"Good to hear from you.  Pad eight is open for your use.  Got two
mechanics on duty this morning if you need any refitting.  Happy
landing. The transport ship appeared as a ball of fire in the sky as the
retros ignited in atmosphere and slowed the descent velocity.

Below, the roof of number 8 bay was rolling open.  Apocalypse set down
expertly in the ring encircling the number on the fireproof surface of
the launchpad.  There was one final burst of fire and a belch of black
smoke as the engines shut down.  Martinson arrived alongside the
Apocalypse in a flitter, with a fumigation team and a customs official
in tow.

"Hello, Martinson.  Sorry to have missed New Home Week,' the burly
trader said, descending from the ship as the team crowded him on its way
up into the passenger compartment.  "Probably cost me a lot of business,
but you can only go so fast in space, eh?  I've got bushels of test seed
designated for the farms here.  Say, what's all this?" He glanced at
Newry, the customs agent, who took his manifests out of his hand and
marched around to the ship's cargo hatch.

"Sorry, Fred,' Martinson said.  "Every ship has to be gone over with a
fine-tooth comb.  Orders."

"I've got my orders, too!" Horstmann boomed.

He was a big man with a big voice, and pale hair buzzed short in a
spaceman's clip.  "Got customers waiting!  You'll get your duty fees.

I've never shorted you.  So what's the scramble for?"

"Only takes a few minutes,' said Martinson, refusing to discuss the
matter.  He was determined not to be caught bending the rules again.

Horstmann stood, impatiently tapping his hand on his thigh until the
customs agent returned with the clipboard.  "Is everything all right?
I've got business to do!  You can't stop the Horstmann of the Apocalypse
from his ride forever!  Ha, ha, ha!"

"All clear,' Martinson said, ignoring Fred's traditional joke.  Newry
handed his chief the clipboard full of manifests.  He nodded over his
shoulder toward the flitter. From the passenger seat, the thin form of
Rogitel arose and approached the trader.

"Ah!  Commander,' Horstmann said, extending his hand.  "Nice to see you.
I've got your little package for you, tapes from the governor of Zapata
Three.  Kept it next to my heart.  Got a real fine collection of seals
from a lot of places I didn't know existed .?" He cocked his head,
hoping to be enlightened.

"Just pass it over,' Rogitel said, ignoring the query and Horstmann's
extended hand.

With a shrug, Horstmann drew the package out of one of his sealed
shipsuit pockets.  Rogitel took the parcel, examined it briefly, and
handed a credit chit to the captain.

"And thank you,' Horstmann said, with overblown mock courtesy as the
Spacedep official turned and walked off without another word.

"Huh!

What's the matter here?  Doona's usually a hospitable place.

Couldn't he waste an extra syllable to be polite?  Some people!' The
Codep captain shook his head ruefully.  "Well, credits are credits."
Horstmann tucked away the chit in his pouch.  "Bobby!

Come on!  Customers are waiting!" He walked into the Launch Center's
warehouse, where stalls were set up for traveling traders across from
the permanent trading booths for the Doona Cooperative of Farmers and
Skillcrafters.  These facilities, originally the odd table or two set up
for the display and sale of merchandise, had evolved into tidy shops,
complete with display cases and specialized lighting.  The exchange of
goods and money became comfortable and convenient for traders who didn't
need to establish an on-planet trading route at every stop, and for
their customers, who could browse about the wares displayed.  All
Kiachif had suggested the improvements.  His ships carried trade goods
from one world to another.

Now the port attracted persons of both species from all over Doona, to
sell their own goods and buy what traders might have on offer.

"Give me a moment to unload the merchandise, good folk!" Horstmann
pleaded.  "Ah, today's a good day to do business." A couple of Hrruban
ranchers from their Third Village had a string of pack ponies with them
for sale.  As the Apocalypse had suitable facilities for animal
transport, Horstmann prowled around the little animals, lifting a hoof,
examining teeth, before he made an opening offer.

Ken Reeve arrived at the warehouse in time to see Rogitel stalk away in
the company of the portmaster.

"Hello, Horstmann,' he called over the heads of the crowd.

"Well!  Reeve, good to see you,' Horstmann boomed, coming over to greet
him.  His huge hand engulfed Ken's in a companionable grasp.

"What was the commander afrer here?  He usually doesn't grace a
launchpad with his presence."

"I'd a special delivery for Ol' Skinny Shanks.  Bird from Zapata Three
passed it on to me for him.

Since I'm not due on Terra for another couple of weeks, I could make the
detour here.  I got paid for it.  Feels like tapes or something.  Sealed
up from one end to the next from places I've never visited." Then
Horstmann lowered his voice.  "You looking for information, eh?"

"Just curious,' Ken replied, equally circumspect.

"Rogitel and Landreau have been on Doona for a week, and they've stayed
on Treaty Island.  Not like Landreau to waste time before jumping down
out throats on some damned fool petty issue."

"Hmm,' Horstmann rumbled sympathetically.

"Heard some spacescud I didn't like.  I don't believe for a millisec
that Todd'd be dealing in irreplaceables.  If he was, why didn't he
notify me?  Everyone knows I offer the best prices on curios.

What else can I tell you?"

"When is Kiachif due here next?" Ken asked.

The big trader laughed.  "Soon, I hope!  I'm supposed to meet him here
in a few days, and I want to be on my way ASAP.  Codep's got some new
rulings about trading, and he wants everyone to hear them from his
immortal lips.  But I've got a schedule to keep "Having a profitable
season?" Vic Solinari asked, coming over to greet Fred.

"Oh, I've made a few credits in commissions.

Went through Zapata Three like wind through the trees.  Almost thought
they'd never seen an honest trader before." Horstmann patted his credit
pouch with an air of satisfaction.

"And have they seen one now?" Vic Solinari asked, winking broadly at
Ken.

"Vic!  That cuts me to the quick,' Fred said, his huge hands crossed
dramatically over his heart.

"How many times have I given you fellows the shirt off my back?" Then he
made another abrupt change of mood.  "In fact, I did once, when no other
size I was carrying would fit one of the miners on Zlotnik.

Poor devil.  Gave him a pretty good deal, I might add.  Say, perhaps
you'll be interested in these.

Zapata's doing a good line in metal chain, all grades and gauges.

Bobby!" he shouted to his young son who served as his supercargo.

The boy, who was driving a loader full of merchandise, stopped when he
heard his father shout.  "Roll out some of that chain!  I brought them a
galvanizer last trip, and the results are fine.  Won't ever rust.

You got my personal guarantee.  They're starting a line of ergonomic
hand tools that I'll bring along next time.  Fit the hand.

Save the blisters.  You'll be interested in those." The two Hrrubans
came over to discuss the ponies and ended up taking part of their price
in narrow-gauge metal chain.  They shook hands and Horstmann arranged
with one of the Humans from First Village to have the beasts boarded
until he was ready to load up and leave.  Ken looked over the metalwork
and other goods which Horstmann's son placed on the long tables.  The
trader himself passed among them, shaking hands and arranging deals
quickly.  Some Doonans paid in credit vouchers; others with goods, such
as rough or cut gemstones or finished craftwork.

Pottery, textiles, ready-to-wear tunics and overalls were placed out by
Horstmann's crew for inspection.  A large, floppy bundle came out on the
next skidload, and Fred pounced on it.

"Well, these have come a long way.  Hey, Reeve, he called.

"Here's horsehides with your ranch markings on them.  Sell them, they
get ridden and eaten, and the hides end up back here for craftwork.

Now, that's recycling."

"My brand?" Ken asked curiously, making his way over to look.  "That's
my brand, all right.

Where did you say these came from?  Zapata?  i didn't sell this many to
anyone on that world.  At least I don't think so."

"Well, you must have,' Horstmann pointed out.

"I'd know the Reeve Ranch markings anywhere, and Zapatan provenance is
with "em.

Ken flipped over one hide after another.  Twenty still showed his freeze
mark but he couldn't remember having sold a full score of horses tc
Zapata Three.  He'd easily recall a sale that would have fed his family
for a year or more.  Then he clicked his tongue on his teeth.

Could he be lookin at hides of animals that had gone missing?

Over  period of years, there'd been a fair number ol inexplicable
disappearances.  Some he could chal up against hunting mdas, disease, or
ssersa: a fe', would be a normal enough loss for any rancher.  Bu
twenty?  Maybe Todd was right.  Rustlers hac returned to Doona and taken
the animals off-worlc in spite of satellite surveillance.

Hides kept a long time.  They could be accumu lated and then sold when
enough time had passec to dim memory of their loss.  Someone had blun
dered, letting the rustled hides make their way back to Doona.

The general method of making profi from rustling was to take the animals
to a pastora world that wasn't yet cleared for animal residence where
colonists were desperate for breeding stoci and fresh meat.

Thriftily then the colonists trade cured hides to other planets for
goods.  Probably swapped hides for some of Zapata's new chains.

Now if he could just trace the hides back, to Zapata to the colonists
and then to the men who'd sold them the animals, he could pass that
information on to Poldep.  Having them come back in a lump proved it was
one person who'd been responsible all along, not several different
gangs.  That'd be a good fact to pass on to Poldep.

"Fred, who sold you these?"

"Why?" The trader squinted at him suspiciously.

"Something wrong with "em?  You know damned well, Reeve, I don't deal in
stolen goods and I've the Zapatan provenance.

"So you do,' Ken said reasonably, "but I'd be grateful if you could give
me a name."

"Truth to tell, I can't.  I was shaking hands and changing credits so
fast that I have no face to attach to the goods." Horstmann looked
genuinely regretful.  "I'd've checked if I'd thought it odd, but I know
you sell off-world.

Ken suppressed his frustration and asked with a friendly smile, "How
long will you be on Doona?"

"I've got to wait for Kiachif, "come frost, fire, or flood," as he
says,' Fred replied, grinning.  "I'm supposed to take a shipment for him
into the Hrruban arm, and he hasn't caught up with me yet.

I got a message on the beacon that this time I'd better stay where I am.
Not that I wouldn't.  Don't tell him, but I'm fond of the old pirate.

"Good,' Ken said.  "Fred, I know you got the provenance so don't take
this wrong, but I've got a feeling that these animals were stolen from
me.

Would you let me take the hides to check against the sales records?"
"I'd like to, Ken, I really would,' Horstmann said, bobbing his head
from side to side in his reluctance, "but I might be able to sell "em.
Can't sell "em if the buyer can't see "em, now can I?  Why, my wife hear
about me doing something like that, even to a good honest man like
yourself, and she'd skin me and put my hide in with the rest."

"I understand, Fred, I really do,' Ken said, hiding his exasperation.

"But look, there's a computer outlet right here in the Hall.  Just let
me have a chance to check the brand numbers.  Won't take long and these
could be evidence." At the word "evidence,' Horstmann froze.

Poldep investigations were the bane of any licensed trader.  They meant
unavoidable and unlimited delays.  He narrowed an eye at Ken.  "Well, so
long's it's only just across the Hall.  But I didn't get "em illegal.
You know we don't deal in bad merchandise."

"I know that, Fred. Thanks." Under Horstmann's baleful gaze, Ken
switched on the terminal and keyed in his user code.  Ken watched the
trader out of the corner of his eye until he got involved in a de'al and
temporarily forgot about Ken and evidence.

If these were horses that had gone missing over the past few years, then
he-and other ranchers who said they'd had periodic losses-might be able
to break up this new spate of rustling.  That is, if they could also
solve how the rustlers were getting past the security satellites. Having
solid evidence to show Poldep would ensure their cooperation.  And prove
ranchers hadn't just been careless in pulling up ssersa or keeping
proper track of their stock.

Ken had to think hard to remember when he first lost track of a horse
for which a carcass had never been found.  Even mdas left the skull and
hooves and occasionally scraps of hide and bone fragments.

It had to have been five or more years ago.  He called up his records
for a date ten years back when the horses were rounded up for their
annual checkup.  Now he remembered.  In late summer1

one of his stallions hadn't come home, a big powerful bay who'd sired a
fine few foals before he disappeared.  Buster he'd been called.

Ken initiated a search for that name.

The screen blanked and was replaced with the "One Moment Please'
graphic.  Ken twitched impatiently while the search went on.  In a few
minutes, the screen cleared, then filled with name, description, and
freeze mark.  Ken jotted the number down and started flipping through
the hides, trying to find a match.  He didn't.

"I'm doing this backward, he told himself.  He blanked the screen and
began to type in the numbers on the Zapatan hides and asked for matching
data.

The program, in the way of all computer inventory programs, was
painfully slow.  Each query consumed several minutes, having to access
data from the master mainframe on the other side of the planet.

Fretfully Ken drummed his fingertips on the console and glared at the
cheery graphic.

When the screen changed, he pounced on the keyboard.

"There!  Cuddy, two-year-old, sired by Maglev out of Corona, black and
white pinto, gelded." Ken slapped the hide, pleased.  "Six years ago,
eh?" He hit the key to copy and print the document, then flipped Cuddy's
hide over to the next one.  His hand was arrested in midair as he
glanced from the hide to the screen and back again.  This was an
Appaloosa hide, leopard Appaloosa at that, small black flecks on white.

"Wait a minute!  This didn't come off Cuddy." Undeniably the file said
pinto, but the skin was white flecked with black.

Ken sat back in the chair with a thump.  Not that a pinto could change
its spots to leopard Appaloosa.  He checked the brand numbers again but
the figures tallied.  Could Ion or Todd have entered the freeze brand to
Cuddy's file?  He felt a spurt of righteous anger over such sloppiness.
But neither Ion nor Todd was prone to be slipshod.

Not about recording the correct markings.  He frowned.  He didn't have
many Apples.  Kelly's father liked the breed.  But the freeze mark was
his, not Vic's.

Perplexed, he turned to the next one, a bright bay with a white saddle
mark shaped like a parallelogram just below the freeze brand.

The brand designated a two-year-old chestnut with no saddle mark.

Could there be a glitch in the system?  Could the computer be scrambling
his files?  He'd have remembered a leopard Appaloosa and a bright bay
with such a distinctive saddle mark.  These were totally unfamiliar
animals.  He needed a control.

He entered the markings from a horse he knew better than any other
animal on Doona, his mare Socks.  She was Reeve Ranch entry #1.  Socks
was elderly now, but still willing to go out for a ride in fine weather.
Data scrolled up, and Ken went straight to the description of the
animal.  This one was all right.  It was the mare, all the way down to
her four white socks.  So what was wrong with the other files?

He brought up again the first two he had tried, wondering if solar
flares had interfered with the satellite transmission of data from
Treaty Island Archives the first time.  To his -chagrin, they remained
unaltered and the hides still bore marks of horses he didn't recognize.

One by one, Ken compared his records with the freeze-dry markings for
each hide in the bundle.

When he was through, not one of the hides matched the color description
of the horse that should have worn it.  It was as if someone had lifted
the brands from his horses and transferred them onto someone else's, a
removal that he knew was, if not impossible, then certainly achieved by
a heretofore unknown process.

"You get what you want, Reeve?" Horstmann asked cheerfully, coming over
in between a spate of deals to slap the other man on the back.

Ken shrugged.  "Yes and no, Fred." A very clever operator was making a
profit on selling rustled animals on Zapata Three and, probably,
elsewhere.

And with Zapatan provenances, surely there was a way of finding out who
that clever person was.

"When All Kiachif arrives, I'd like to talk with him.

Had any bids on these hides?" Ken didn't want them scattered, but he
also couldn't block a sale for Fred just to keep the evidence in one
place.

"Well, the Hrruban in the Doona Cooperative of Farmers and Skilicrafters
booth sounded interested in them."

"Iook, I'll give you a deposit .

"Against the price?  Or just to hold "em?"

"To hold "em, Fred.

That provenance might be forged."

"Didn't look forged to me!' Fred's eyes widened at the mere suggestion
that he'd been conned.

"Nevertheless, you don't want to sell and then find out the provenance
was counterfeit, if you know what I mean." Ken deliberately used All
Kaichifs favorite phrase.

"I know what you mean: fines!  Okay.  Under the circumstances, Ken, I'll
waive the deposit and put these damned things to one side where no one
"11 see "em.  That help you?"

"It surely does, Fred, and I appreciate it more than I can say." Ken
smiled gratefully but he rather suspected that Horstmann might be
cutting some sly deals on the side that he didn't want the senior Codep
captain to know about.  Normally such a favor cost a lot more than just
the breath it took to ask it.

"Don't forget to tell Kiachif that I need to see him." * Armed with his
curious findings, Ken arranged an interview with the Poldep chief in
charge of Doona's quadrant of the Amalgamated Worlds.

Poldep, the enforcement arm of the Amalgamated Worlds Administration,
had jurisdiction on every planet which had signed the charter.  Sampson
DeVeer listened politely to Ken's theory about rustlers somehow evading
the security satellites, but clearly he was finding it hard to believe.

"It's a very interesting theory, Mr.  Reeve, he said blandly.  He was a
tall man who had been called good-looking by many women behind his back,
because his diffident manner kept them from approaching the man himself.
He had broad shoulders and an intelligent face.  His wavy hair and
moustache were nearly black.  "I'd need proof to proceed, you
understand.  Not just speculation."

"I have proof,' Ken said, producing the film copies.  DeVeer's casual
attitude was beginning to get on his nerves.  DeVeer was rumored to be
antiDoona, though he wasn't an active antagonist to the colony.  He
claimed he was just trying to do his job, and the presence of unknowns
like the Hrrubans made it more difficult for him.  "These hides have
been altered in some way.

DeVeer tented his fingers, peering through them at the hard copy that
Ken had spread out on his desk.  "That's very unlikely, Mr.  Reeve. It's
more probable the records were changed.  In my twenty years serving
Poldep, I have never come across anyone, or anything, that can produce
an undetectable alteration to the freeze-dry-process brands." His tone
was unequivocal.

"Well, someone has,' Ken insisted, indicating the leopard Appaloosa hide
which ought to have been black and white.  "I don't run Apples.  But
that's my freeze brand.  And you know a horse has never been known to
alter its hide."

"Perhaps the skin was dyed?"

"If the leopard Apple had turned black and white, I'd say that was
possible, but not probable.

There is also no trace of dye according to this chemical analysis of the
hide." And Ken tossed that flimsy across the desk to DeVeer.

"Mr.  Reeve,' DeVeer said again patiently.  "These are negative proofs.
You have the hide of a horse that you say you never owned with a brand
to an animal you did." He held up a hand to forestall an outburst.  "I
know that rustling has been an ongoing problem on Doona.

I've investigated several cases myself.  The freeze-brand system was
developed to prevent rustling.  I'd say it has.  Now you come along,
wanting to contest the validity of that excellent system.

Frankly I don't think this is a case of rustling.  Maybe you should look
a little closer to home, where some people might have a chance to
duplicate your brand on strays that they can legally sell off-world.

Doesn't your son have regular access to spacegoing transport?" Ken
barely kept himself from reaching across the desk and planting his fist
firmly in DeVeer's face.

"Are you suggesting that Todd has rustled horses from the ranch he will
one day inherit?"

"Inherit might be presumptuous, Mr.  Reeve, but the opportunity is there
.  .  .  Now, now, look at this objectively, Mr. Reeve.  I'm trying to
clarify a perplexing set of facts.  I'm not speaking with any intent to
offend.  Let me put it to you this way.

If, for example, you had a horse, a living one, with a brand matching
one of these stolen hides, I would have a lead to investigate - a
duplication of numbers, which is a possibility.  An honest error at
branding time when you got to handle a lot of foals.

Or if you know who had bred this leopard Appaloosa, I'd have another
lead.  And if you knew how these brands could be altered, which is
something I've never heard of, then we really would have a cause for an
immediate and intensive inquiry.  As it is, we have nothing to go on but
unlikely speculation and possible data base errors." He stood up,
indicating the interview was over.  "I assure you that, if you come to
me with something concreteeven one piece of evidence - I'll be glad to
listen." Ken got most of his anger blown out of his system on his way
back to the ranch.  Any Poldep inspector worthy of his rank would have
seen the anomalies in hides with inappropriate markings.  Data base
errors!  Duplication of freeze-brand numbers!  That had never happened,
not in the twenty-four years he'd been breeding horses.  Nor had it
happened to any other rancher, Hayuman or Hrruban.

That sly dig about Todd inheriting being presumptuous.  Presuming what?
That Todd would be found guilty and sent to a penal colony and denied
the right to inherit colonial land anywhere?

Ken made himself calm down and warned himself not to even consider such
an outcome.  it was dark when he reached the ranch and the lights blazed
out a welcome on the flower beds Pat had labored so long to surround the
house.  He was glad to see Kelly had been invited over for dinner again,
but he hoped Pat wouldn't be silly enough to push Todd.

That lad didn't push!  He stood his ground and he was doing it now with
courage and fortitude.

Ken was prouder than ever of his son.

The moment Ken started recounting his discovery, Pat put dinner on hold
and, instead of the meal, the big round table was spread with the hard
copy.  Ken had talked Fred into letting him take two of the hides home
and he'd stopped by the vet lab to borrow a microscope for a good look
at the hide marks.

"This is a real stumper,' Todd said, looking up from his turn at the
microscope.  He gestured for Kelly to take a turn at the eyepiece.

"There's no shadow of an original freeze mark.  I'd swear this one was
the first one, and genuine.  Only it can't be.

"Cause Cuddy was a pinto, not a leopard Apple."

"Could they have used a chemical to neutralize the original brand mark?"
Pat asked, studying the printout of the descriptions of the horses whose
numbers had appeared on the wrong hides.

Ken shook his head.  "There's no chemical that can do that. "A laser?"
Robin asked brightly, sure he'd come up with the logical solution. "That
looks like chemical burns sometimes.

"Black magic is the more likely answer,' Kelly said in a gloomy tone,
leaning back from the microscope.  "I'd swear that was genuine and the
only mark that hide had ever worn."

"You raise Apples, Kelly,' Ken began.

"Yeah, but we don't sell our leopards.  You know that.  And if one of
ours had gone missing, you know that Dad and Michael would have combed
the planet to find it. Ken knew that was true enough.

"Todd, I got a job for you,' he said, placing an arm about his son's
shoulder.  "We've got to get all the other ranches to let us do a
read-only search of missing stock and the brands they wore.  If we find
a missing horse wearing one of those brands,' and he pointed to the
lists, "we'll have some solid evidence to give DeVeer.

With a wry grin, Todd said, "The old fogey didn't suggest that your son
might be using his ol' dad's legitimate brand marks to sell stock
off-world, did he?" Ken wasn't quite quick enough to mask his
annoyance-and dismay at Todd's droll query.

"What'll they think of next to hang on Todd's neck?" Kelly demanded
indignantly.  "As if you could fit one horse in the Albatross, let alone
seventeen or twenty!" Ken snapped his fingers.  "Damn, now why didn't I
think of that factor?"

"You were probably far too mad to do so,' Pat said, raising her eyebrows
in amusement.

"You're right about that.  Now, let's get back to work.  Robin, have you
had a chance to find out who's missing stock?" Robin produced a flimsy
from his pocket.  "And Mr.  Hu said a rancher named Tobin's been
complaining that some of his stock has run off."

"Let's get details on those animals, then, and not just freeze brands,
but full descriptions and markings.

"Maybe Hrriss could .  .  ." Inessa began, and then clapped her hands
over her mouth, her eyes big with regret at mentioning that name in
Todd's hearing.

"You can ask him, Inessa,' Todd said evenly.

"You're not under any restraint.  Find out if Hrruban ranches are
missing horses, too.  Maybe the rustling's only aimed at Hayumans.

"You can't possibly mean to imply that Hrrubans would stoop to
rustling?" Kelly asked, regretting the statement the instant the words
were out of her mouth.

"They'd be the last to rustle hrrsses,' Todd said, whimsically using
Hrriss's pronunciation.  "But someone might like to make it look that
way."

"Good point, Todd,' Ken said.  "Now let's "Let's have dinner,' Pat
interjected, "before it's spoiled.  The hides will keep.

After dinner, in which theory and speculation were rife, everyone went
off on their designated searches.  Robin took the family flitter and
zoomed away to visit the Dautrish farm.  Kelly went off in hers,
promising to do a thorough search of the Solinari records and see if
perhaps the leopard Apple had been bred by another rancher.  Ken used
the office system to double-check his records at source and Todd settled
in at the computer terminal in his room.

He put up a mail message to the hundreds of ranches on Doona, asking
permission to do a readonly on their stock files, and leaving his user
number and name as the signature.  Then he put a control list of the
numbers and hides that his father had gone through.  Before he finished
that, three ranchers had flashed back permission.  First he listed
missing stock, by number and description.  He set up a separate file to
isolate description matches.

When he thought of going to Main Records to obtain numbers of hides
returned to Doona for leather processing, he used the ranch number, in
case his was unacceptable to Treaty Island.  He berated himself for the
growing paranoia he sensed as a result of his house arrest, but he
needed this information too badly to wish to be denied access.

He didn't dismiss the possibility that someone had made illicit use of
the Reeve Ranch freezemark files.  And although rustling had been an
ongoing problem for ranchers, that sort of illegal entry smacked of a
very long-term effort.  Rustlers were in and out, making a quick profit
from their hauls.  They certainly wouldn't plan so precisely how to
confuse records and an entire, viable industry.  Or would they?

It was that leopard Apple hide with a blatantly Reeve brand that really
baffled him.  He knew he couldn't rest until he'd found where that horse
had been bred and who had owned it.

As he was to discover in the next few days, lots of people had missed
horses that they never traced, never found the carcass of, and had never
bothered reporting.  Every rancher expected to lose a few to natural
calamities.  But the more he looked, the more he came to realize that no
ranch had lost as many over the past ten years as the Reeves.

Branding an animal with some other ranch's ID simply wasn't the sort of
practical joke ranchers played on each other.  Not by the dozens,
certainly.

While one bay hide could look like another bay hide, swirl marks were
taken when an animal was registered.  Broken-color horses were far
easier to identify from their birth diagrams, which plainly indicated
the shapes of the darker hair.

Then a thought struck him.  Maybe these weren't Doonan horses at all. At
least the ones whose hides Ken had found.  Maybe that was the deception:
horses stolen from another planet marked with Doona brands to satisfy
innocent purchasers.  No wonder there was a Zapata provenance.  When he
discovered how many colonial worlds bred horses, with vast herds far too
large to be individually marked, Todd decided he'd leave that option
till last.

He'd look first for those animals which had been discovered dead.

The cause of their demise would be in the records .  .  .  and there
were quite a few.

All with the initials MA for Mark Aden, Len Adjei's former assistant. SS
meant ssersa poisoning, MS for snake, M for mda, A for accient-broken
leg or some other injury which resulted in euthanasia.

The unexplained disappearances, however, began to increase over the last
few years.

The fact that the Reeve Ranch suffered the most losses and that the
spurious hide marks were all Reeve brands as well worried Todd.

Admiral Landreau was back on Doona.  Any example of incompetence, any
whiff of dishonesty that could be charged against the Reeves, could be
seized on and used by Landreau and others to try and get them deported,
could work against the welfare of the entire colony.  This was too
precarious a time for him to be trapped by a home arrest, out of
circulation, out of action when he was most needed.

Anger suffused Todd.  Ever since he set foot on Doona, he had defended
the ideal it exemplifiedharmonious cohabitation.  He knew to the marrow
of his bones, the cells of his blood, the lungs that breathed clear
Doonan air, that Huiss felt an equal dedication.

Why had he decided that they had to answer that Mayday?  He answered
himself.  Because, being who he was, reared as he was, he could have
done nothing else.  And someone very clever had counted on that!  He
couldn't quite see Admiral Landreau being so psychologically astute.
Rogitel, now, he might.  But Todd had had little intercourse with the
commander-only that one meeting on Hrretha.

Not really time enough in desultory formal responses for even a trained
psychologist to have taken that kind of measure of anyone.

Another file for a missing horse recalled him to the task at hand and he
punched the print button.

The stack of films beside him was growing.

He'd had to make a joke out of DeVeer suspecting him of doing the
smuggling for profit.

And yet, with all those valuables found on the Albatross, it wouldn't be
so hard for someone else to accept that possibility.  But for anyone to
think that he, Todd Reeve, or Hrriss, son of Hrrestan, Hiruban leader of
Rrala, would sully all they had lived for, worked for.  that was very
hard to swallow.  The beautiful dream that was Doona was inexorably
slipping away from his grasp, deny it though he might.  lisa had never
understood his passion for Doona.  And really, neither did Robin or
Inessa, but they had never lived under the restraints of Earth society,
so they'd no idea what they'd lose.  He wished for the millionth time
that he could talk to Hrriss.  If it wasn't for the support of his
family, the often stumbling reassurances of old friends, the wisdom of
Hrruvula, his counsel, and Kelly's daily visits, he would find that
unendurable.

The cheery "One Moment Please' graphic appeared on the screen again.
Todd felt another rush of hot rage, which he fought to dispel.

It didn't do any good to tear himself up, but he was frustrated and
angry.  Instead of being out there, offering support for the ongoing
Treaty talks which would cement permanent relations between Earth and
Hrruba, ensuring Doona's continuance, Todd was being used as a pawn to
break the colony and the alliance.  Every time he answered one charge or
began to solve one problem, another cropped up to claim his attention.
It was curious, because everything seemed centered on him or his father.
And that incontrovertibly led to Admiral Al Landreau as the most likely
origin of this complex conspiracy.  He had no proof nor the freedom of
movement to secure any.

Why did animosity consume Landreau to the point where his revenge on the
Reeves, father and son, embraced Doona, and all the good that had been
achieved over a quarter of a century?

Todd searched his memory of those early days on Doona.  Of course, he
had arrived after Ken and the other ten colonists had struggled through
an unbelievably long and cold winter to build homes for their families
when the ship arrived in the springtime.  Eleven men, placed alone on a
supposedly uninhabited planet, had to make all the decisions of
socialization and civilization that would frame a new world.  They
courageously faced physical hazards and the incredible moral obligation.
When Ken had discovered the Hrruban village, they had been ready to
leave in obedience to the prohibitions which had been hammered into
their heads almost from birth: cohabitation with another species could
only result in the destruction of the other species.  But the Hrrubans
were no gentle, vulnerable, sensitive ephemerals.

Circumstances had swept the Terrans along at a furious pace, and they
had found themselves cohabiting, with no way to adhere to their decision
to leave Doona.  Todd grinned, wishing he had been more aware when his
father had lost his temper at the various bureaucrats who had blamed the
colonists for the untenable situation.  Once the mutual benefits of this
trial cohabitation had been understood, Alreldep, with Admiral Sumitral,
and Codep had accepted with fair grace.  But Landreau, the Spacedep
representative, never forgot and showed no hint of forgiveness.

Todd took a break from the computer and got up to stretch.  He raised
his arms over his head and heard the crack as muscles protested being
forced to remain too long in the same position.  At some point, his
mother had quietly left a pitcher of juice, some buttered bread, and the
final wedge of the dinner pie on a tray on the worktop.

Gratefully he poured a glass of juice and, with the pie in one hand,
walked to the window.  He was thankful every day for the abundance of
real and tasty food.

He still remembered the metallic taste of childhood meals, the sameness
of each supposedly nutritous meal.  He had always felt hungry.

He pushed open the window and leaned his elbows on the frame.  The sun
was starting to drop behind the trees over the river at the bottom of
the pasture.  He wished he could be out and doing, back at his job, able
to visit his friends.  Even when he was a small boy, he had hated
confinement.  Never mind that his prison was the many acres of his
father's ranch: his freedom of movement had been severely curtailed and
he was unused to that.  It was, however, better than a genuine
incarceration in a four-by-four-meter cell.  The only times he had been
allowed to leave the ranch over the last two weeks had been to appear on
Treaty Island, for more questioning.  Each time, he had hoped for a
glimpse of Hrriss, but their visits didn't coincide.

The prosecutors were being careful to keep them strictly apart.

The incriminating evidence of illegal artifacts found on the Albatross
was quite enough to convict them of criminal activities inconsonant with
the positions of trust both he and Hrriss had held.

With Landreau and Rogitel briefingtheir attorneys, this could call into
question the success of the Doona Experiment of Cohabitation.

That would be a rather farfetched allegation, since one Hayuman and one
Finliban were involved, not two members of the same species working
against the interests of the other.

Their defense attorney was Hrruvula, a brilliant Hrruban advocate of the
same Stripe as First Speaker but young enough to be light-furred, a
shade that the horseman in Todd named buckskin.

His stripe, while still narrow, was a dark accent to his fine hide.  His
Standard was as fluent as a nativeborn Terran and indeed he had
assiduously studied both the language and the legal systems of Earth as
well as those of his home planet.  He had one assistant, the physical
opposite of his tall muscular self, a diminutive dark-haired,
dark-complected Terran named Sue Bailey, a name Todd thought
inordinately appropriate for a legal clerk.  During all the sessions
Todd had attended, she said little, rarely glancing up from the square
portable over which her fingers flew in taking down their conversations.

Hrruvula made no bones about the fact that the evidence-tape and
objects, and most especially the Byzanian Glow Stone-damned Todd and
Hrriss.  Todd suggested that Poldep had not investigated any of the
anomalies or made any attempt to question other suspects.

"When they have you and Hrriss, with your fingers in the till as it
were,' Hrruvula said, revealing a fine understanding of old Terran
metaphors that would delight Kelly, "they have no motivation to look for
anyone else.  But you two have no motive that I have been able to
discover.

You both have the reputation of indisputable honor and dedicated
responsibility.  You both have a splendid future on Doona, and only
fools, which neither of you are, would jeopardize such a future so near
to its real inauguration: the renegotiation of the Treaty of Doona."
"Have you discovered anyone else with such motive?" Hrruvula lifted his
shoulders.  "As you suggested, Admiral Landreau's public animosity
toward Doona as well as his frequent assertions that he would "get the
Reeves" have been verified.  Documentation has been providcd by many
eminent personages.  But there is no proof.

"There has to be .  .  ." Todd had interrupted.

Hrruvula held up his first digit, claw tip showing.

His jaw had dropped slightly and his eyes sparkled.

"Yet." Then Hrruvula had asked if they had any more information about
the hides.

* The Treaty Council members sat looking austere and troubled, facing
Commander Landreau over the Council table.  The head of Spacedep was
flanked by Rogitel, his assistant, and by Varnorian of Codep, who looked
bored by the whole proceeding.  Landreau sat hunched slightly over his
clasped hands, like a moody predator bird, as he reiterated the charges
against Todd Reeve and Hrriss.

Todd and Hrriss were not present for this introductory session.

They were, naturally, represented by Hrruvula, with Sue Bailey tapping
quiet fingers on her keys.  With a Poldep officer on guard, the illicit
artifacts were displayed, the Glow Stone in a heavy plastic case.

Sampson DeVeer was also present, seated next to the recording secretary
at the foot of the table.

"The accused, Todd Reeve and Hrriss, both colonists of this planet, have
been granted numerous unusual privileges,' Landreau began.

"Among them, exclusive use of a scout-class spaceship and almost
unlimited access to the Archives and other records.

"These "privileges" were warranted by their extra-planetary duties which
they have faultlessly executed to the benefit of their native planets
and their adopted world,' Hrruvula replied.  "They were elected
unanimously to fulfill the position of travelling emissaries for
DoonaiRrala."

"Yes, and see how they reward the trust put in them,' Landreau spat out.
"Illegal invasion of space, piracy, smuggling!"

"We are by no means convinced, Admiral Landreau,' Madam Dupuis said in a
stern tone, "that the defendants are guilty of piracy and smuggling.

They have both separately maintained that neither of them placed the
artifacts on the Albatross, nor could the one have done so without the
other's knowledge."

"But their own log claims otherwise." Landreau made his voice sound
reasonable, even saddened by the clandestine activities of Todd and
Hrriss.  "I am not at all satisfied by the so-called confessions that
your interview extracted from the, er, defendants."

"My clients would be happy, in fact delighted, to answer these
allegations under oath,' Hrruvula replied.

"How good is the word of such deceitful parties?"

"Objection!" Hrruvula said, shooting to his feet.

"Sustained,' Madam Dupuis said, shooting a repressive look at Landreau.

The Admiral took a deep breath and, with a fixed smile, continued.

"Oaths in a case such as this are not good enough,' Landreau said, and
began enumerating his reasons.  They claim there was a robot beacon
orbiting Hrrilnorr IV.  Admiralty Records emphatically proves that no
such beacon ever existed.  On the off chance that a rogue beacon from
some other system or passing vessel had entered the system and been
drawn to Hrrilnorr IV, a scout was dispatched to search.  No trace of
any mechanical devices was found except the ones assigned to that
system.  But,' and now he waggled his finger, "an astonishing assortment
of illegal objects and that Byzanian Glow Stone were unquestionably
found secreted aboard the Albatross, and those two young men'-his tone
made that designation an insult-'deny any knowledge of them." He paused
dramatically.  "1

insist on guaranteed veracity.  They must submit to interrogation-by
qualified technicians, of courseunder querastrin.

An agitated murmur rumbled through the Council chamber, although
Hrruvula, whom Landreau was watching, appeared unmoved by such a drastic
course.  Querastrin was by no means a new truth drug, but it was a harsh
one.  It stripped the person under its influence of both privacy and
dignity.

Suicides following querastrin interrogation were frequent: more often in
the cases of those proved innocent under such a drug than those
convicted of crimes they had denied.

Hrruvula fixed his deceptively mild green gaze on Landreau and allowed
the pupils to slowly contract.

Landreau shuddered inwardly.

"But why should it be needed in this instance, Admiral?" the counsel
asked.  "Querastrin seems rather an extreme measure.  Both Terran and
Hrruban courts permit suspects of all but the most bizarre crimes to
retain their dignity and give evidence under oath.  My clients, on the
occasion of the inspection in Councillor Dupuis's presence and
separately during every interrogatory session, have explained the
circumstances of their entry into the Hrrilnorr system.

Their account has not varied in any particular during any repetition."
"But their "account" does not tally with the physical evidence
supporting their arrest.  The future of an entire colony is at stake
here, don't you understand that?" Landreau asked plaintively, meeting
every Councillor's eyes in turn.  "Does that not count against the
well-being of two single citizens?  As a Human, I am appalled that one
of my kind invaded a sector which you Hrrubans claimed as your own
territory.  A deliberate and premeditated abrogation of a specific
Treaty clause, and that is the least of their acts against the Treaty.

Surely you must wish such unscrupulous persons removed from this society
to prevent them tainting the minds of your young folk who have, I am
told, become accustomed to following the lead of.

these two young men.  Doona does not need such role models." Landreau
allowed his dismay to be clearly seen.

The Treaty Controller nodded slowly as if agreeing with that assertion
of opprobrium.  Landreau's eyes narrowed slightly and the hint of a
smile pulled at his thin lips.  The common good was a sensible tack to
take in ramming home his points.

A nice wedge, neatly driven in to make these idiots reexamine their
values.

Hrruvula dismissed that with a wave of his hand.

"Who are we to consider to have tainted whom, Commander?" he asked.

"Cui bono, Counsellor,' Landreau said.  "Who profits from the crimes? In
the testimony given to this august body, the suspects failed curiously
to address several interesting items which I have uncovered.  Then, too,
I have recently come into possession of evidence, just brought to my
attention, on another matter entirely.

The government of Zapata Three felt obliged to submit this directly to
me.  This includes not only these financial records,' and Landreau
extended a sheaf of flimsies for the court steward to present to the
Councillors, "but a description of a male, one point nine meters tall,
with dark brown hair and blue eyes, calling himself Rikard Baliff, the
named depositor.  This so-called Rikard Baliff has had a most lucrative
and active account for the last ten years.  The date of the first
deposit, by chance, happens to be only two months after that scout,
Albatross, was assigned to Todd Reeve and Hrriss, son of Hrrestan.  The
most recent deposit was made only three weeks ago."

"I fail to see the relevance of these documents,' Hrruvula remarked with
a slight, exasperated sigh of boredom.

"It's obvious enough to me, to any thoughtful person,' Landreau replied,
piqued.  "Young Mr.  Reeve has been building a stake himself, should the
Doona Experiment fail.  A new life, with a new name-financed, in part,
we may now surmise on this new evidence-by the sale of horses bearing
Reeve Ranch freeze marks as well as the rare artifacts found on the
Albatross.  I have depositions,' and he fluttered more sheets for the
steward to hand over to the Councillors, "that this Rikard Baliff was
always accompanied by a Hrruban.

Plainly the two have been in collusion for a long time." Madam Dupuis
disguised her anger only by a great effort of will.  Despjte this new
and most unsettling evidence, she could not imagine Todd Reeve as a
conniving rustler and smuggler any more than she could see Hrriss being
led around by the nose as an accomplice in such a nefarious undertaking.
Why, Todd would have been barely twenty-one at the time he allegedly
started this galaxy-wide enterprise.  Furthermore, someone in those ten
years would surely have recognized Todd and Hrriss at some point during
their visits to Zapata and commented on it.  Especially if Todd and
Hrriss were at the same time representing the colony at an official
function.  She eased from one buttock to another, compelled by her oath
as a Treaty Councillor to hear out this remarkable fabrication of
Landreau's and fretting the way evidence upon evidence was being piled
up.

When Landreau began to read from the documents, as if the Councillors
were too infirm to do so for themselves, she interrupted him.  "Have you
any witnesses who can testify to the presence of Todd Reeve and Hrriss
on Zapata to conduct these transactions?"

"Only scan the frequency of deposits, Madam Dupuis, and you will
see'-Landreau's smile broadened-'that the dates match the times-on List
B-2-when Reeve and his Hrruban partner were logged off Doona on official
visits." Madam Dupuis turned to her colleagues.  "I would like to see
their flight plans and log records for the past ten years."

"That is List B-3, Madam Dupuis,' Rogitel said helpfully.

"It would seem that they have become deft at altering the Albatross log
to delete unauthorized landings at Zapata, and on other worlds,'
Landreau said.

"If I may interject a word here,' Rogitel said, "since the assistant
sealed the Albatross immediately upon its landing four weeks ago, they
did not have time to alter the log on that journey.  The need to do so
would account for why they were so insistent on postponing the
obligatory inspection of their craft until such time when they could
return and delete the incriminating portions." One of the Treaty
Councillors rattled the deposit sheet.  "A lot of credit's flowed
through this account.  Where did the withdrawals go?"

"Why, to purchase illegal and smuggled items, sir,' Landreau said as if
any fool could have deduced that.  "And undoubtedly to secure silence
from any who might inform on their clandestine activities."

"Frankly, Admiral, I find that allegation harder to believe than any
other evidence you have presented to this court,' Madam Dupuis said.
"Both young men have worked ceaselessly to ensure that the Doona
Experiment continues."

"Ah!" and Landreau raised his hand, his face alight.  "That is why their
duplicity is so monstrous.

Especially where the Reeve family is concerned, for it is well known
that they would not be welcome back on Earth.  Therefore, seizing an
opportunity to be sure that he and his family would live in comfort
somewhere else, Todd Reeve used his position and privilege to accumulate
the necessary credits." Hrruvula managed a chuckle and in a very human
gesture, covered his eyes as if unable to maintain the dignity such a
hearing required.

"Your humor is ill timed, sir,' Landreau said, stiffly drawing his body
to its full height in the chair, "for all of you must remember that ten
years ago, demonstrationsoccurred on both Hrruba and Terra demanding
that the Siwannese Noncohabitation Principle be upheld and the Doona
colony abandoned as a violation." Then he gave Hiruvula a smug glance of
satisfaction for that unequivocal fact.

"Those demonstrations subsided and an inquiry proved that the agitation
had not been spontaneous as claimed but had indeed been subsidized by
unidentified conservatives from both planets.

"That is on record,' Madam Dupuis said.  "More to the point, at no time
during the period were any colonists permitted off-planet."

"Exactly, Madam Dupuis!" Landreau shot to his feet in triumph.  "And
shortly thereafter Reeve and Hrriss began their "goodwill" appearances.

"To dispel any lasting doubt as to the validity of the DoonaiRrala
Experiment,' Hrwvula said.

"And just look how that privilege has been abused by Reeve and Hrriss!"
Landreau exclaimed.

"To smuggle and steal in order to provide an alternate life-style in
case the Doonan Experiment should not prove successful at the end of the
Treaty period.  The Reeve family has a well-documented history of
dissidence and anarchy."

"That is libel, Admiral,' Hrruvula said.

"They are self-motivated, hardworking, disciplined colonists with
achievements any Stripe would be proud to acknowledge.  And do!"

"I insist that the defendants submit to interrogation under querastrin,'
Landreau said, his face flushed, his eyes flashing, and his manner
uncompromising.  "That is the only way in which the truth of the past
ten years can be unraveled."

"I protest the need for any such extreme measure!" Hiruvula was on his
feet.

The Treaty Controller gave a sharp rap of his gavel.

"That may not be necessary,' he said, though his phrasing caused other
Councillors to regard him in surprise.  "The defendants will be
interrogated in court in the normal manner as to the violation of the
interdiction of Hrrilnorr and their possession of illegal objects found
secreted on the ship solely used by them.  The defense attorney is to
have time to review the new evidence presented to this court today and
prepare a defense.

Madam Dupuis regarded the Controller in a fixed stare, for he intimated
that he didn't believe there could be a defense adequate to clear the
charges.  She noticed that Hrruvula was quick to catch the innuendo.

"If those proceedings prove inconclusive,' the Controller went on, "time
enough to administer querastnn.

Landreau covered his jubilation.  He had become worried at the
Controller's silence, for it had taken a long time for his colleagues to
place that nominee of the bigoted Third Speaker in the senior position.

He had to deal with Hrrubans, to be sure, to effect that end, but at
least they had been Hrrubans who felt as he did-that the Doonan
Experiment should be disbanded.  He tossed Hrruvula a challenging look.

Just let that cat try to discredit the evidence that had been so
carefully obtained.  Just let him try!

And after discrediting the Reeves, such sterling examples of Doonan
colonials, he was quite willing to start an interspecies war to
depopulate Doona.

Those plans needed only a few more little twitches to provide ample
excuse for the protective preemptive strike he felt was necessary
against the danger of a Hrruban invasion of Earth.  Soon that
twentyfive-year-old mistake would be exonerated.

The gavel startled him out of his reverie.

"Due notice of the trial date will be forthcoming,' declared the
Controller.  "This session is adjourned.

Admiral Landreau sprang to his feet as the Councillors filed out, well
pleased with the events.

He failed to notice either their thoughtful expressions or the bland
expression of Hrruvula.

"Well, that's a horse of a different color, if you get what I mean,' All
Kiachif said, startling Ken, who had been disconsolately stroking the
leopard Apple hide.  "I thought so when I shipped it.

Alive, alert, and akicking, it was.  Freddie lad told me you were
looking for me.  I've got another sled or two of your hides, myself, if
you were interested in having them.  Chance of a drink for a dry man?

Some of your pussycat punch around, if you know what I'm talking about,
eh?  That mlada's a powerful temptation.

Ken looked from the hide on the table to the merchantman's friendly
face.  "Sure thing, All,' and he swung out of his chair to get bottle
and glass from the cupboard, "but are you saying that you remember this
one horse in particular, out of all the hundreds you've carried?" The
captain lifted his shoulders expressively.

"Thousands, Reeve, thousands!" He knocked back the generous tot Ken had
poured.  "Horses are what Doona ships the most of.  But that leopardie
Applousa was a real looker."

"Leopard Appaloosa,' Ken corrected automatically.

"Don't see many of them, if you know what I meanEr, I'm a bit dry." As
automatically, Ken splashed an even more generous portion and set the
bottle down in front of the wiry old spacefarer.

"Tell me all you remember, Captain, please!  I'm going half crazy trying
to find out where the horse which wore this hide came from.  My records
come up blank and we're having to cross-check it against every animal
ever bred here.

All Kiachif had been lowering the level of mlada in the glass slowly but
steadily as Ken spoke.  Now, wiping his wild whiskers with the back of
his hand, he sighed with relief.  "Ah, that cuts the spacedust and sifts
the sand, with a vengeance.  I remember perfectly because one, the
unusual hide on the beast, and two, it was the first time I'd seen an
animal with your freeze mark being exported.

Looked like a nice animal so I couldn't understand why you'd sell it on.
I take a fairly friendly interest in your family, from far away back.
Got another reason to remember yon spotted laddie because I was taking
your stablehand, young Mr.  Aden, out into the great beyond with it!  He
was going to one of the new places to ply his trade." Kiachif scratched
his beard.  "Though I can't rightly remember what that trade was.  He
had a lot of tricky toys and equipment with him, but it was all his.  He
had a manifest, money, the works.  A lot of money, I was thinking, for a
young lad who never did anything but manage horses all his life.  He was
off to a grand start with all those gadgets wherever he was going."
"Now, that's the best thing I've heard in weeks, All,' Ken said, but his
smile was grim.  "And itpartially-explains who knew so much about my
ranch and freeze IDs."

"But that Apple laddie wasn't rustled.  He was sold proper by that Aden
feller."

"Who's part of a conspiracy to frame me and my son.

"What's that?" All Kiachif paused, hand on the bottle neck.

"I never bred a leopard Appaloosa, All.  The Solinaris do.  Those are,
undeniably, my ranch markings but they should be on a twyearid pinto."
"Well, I can swear that they're on the hide of the animal I loaded. That
animal!" And All stabbed a stubby stained finger at the hide in front of
him.

"You'd be willing to swear to that?"

"In front of anyone and as often as need be.  But it's not one hide
that's got your drive revving."

"No.  So far I've found nineteen other hides, provenanced from Zapata,
that don't tally with any horse I ever bred and marked.

Poldep is saying it's Todd who's been rustling from his own father,
amassing a fat credit account off-world." Ken could feel the frustrated
anger building inside him again just having to repeat the foul
accusations.  "And there're more rumors that Hrriss is either coming
along for the ride or sharing the take." At the astonished and
disbelieving expression on All Kiachif's face, he reined in.

All did not.  He poured a quick tot to steady hiniseff, for his face had
turned an apoplectic red.

"Not those boys!" he said, pounding his fist on the table, a separate
bang for eacti word.  "Charge anyone else from any planet anywhere in
Terran space or even Hrruban space and I might agree, but not Todd and
Hrriss."

"The Council and Poldep do not share your faith in their honesty.  And
damn it all'-the boost which Kiachif's instant defense had given Ken
dissolved as quickly-'the facts, the evidence are against them."

"Facts!  Facts?  Evidence?" All narrowed his eyes, the shrewd trader,
not the spirits-guzzling reprobate.  "Facts can be altered, even
evidence can be counterfeit to suit needs.  But I'm a man who's dealt
with all kinds, all over this arm of the Milky Way,' and he waved
expansively, "and I've never been wrong judging a man in my life.

And I'm not wrong about that lad of yours who wore a rope tail to look
like his best buddy.  Anyone else, of any creed, color, conformation, or
character, might do the dirty on his own dad so we'll have to find out
who did!" All waggled his stained finger at Ken.  "And by fire, frost,
and every ounce of faith in this old hod, we'll prove it.

His wrath was so great he began to choke on the accumulated spittle in
his mouth and Ken had to pound him on the back.  Still strangling, All
Kiachif held up his glass for a refill.

As she had promised, Kelly brought the ranch files to Hrriss's house. He
came out to meet her.

"I thought I recognized the distinctive beat of Calypso's pace,' he said
warmly, greeting her.

"Nothing's wrong, is it?"

"Not with Todd,' she assured him, dismounting and throwing the mare's
reins over the rail at the door.

"But we got another small problem.  Ken Reeve thought maybe you could
help ori the Hrruban end of things.  Give you something to do."
"Constructive work is always welcome,' Hrriss said, gesturing for her to
precede him.  "What is the task?" Kelly outlined the story of the
mismarked and unidentifiable hides.  Hrriss scowled deeply, grasping the
implications immediately.

"Zo, now we are alzo rustlers!" To her surprise, Kelly actually saw the
hair of Hrriss's stripe rise in resentment.

"Ken Reeve saw a leopard Appaloosa hide in a bundle Fred Horstmann
brought in.  The puzzle is that the Reeves don't raise leopard Apples.

We do.

But the freeze mark was a Reeve Ranch that was put on a two-year-old
pinto. "Neither pintos nor leopards change their spots,' Hrriss said
thoughtfully.  "Had the freeze mark been altered in any way?"

"No.  Ken had the hide analyzed and we've all had a look at it through a
microscope.  Dad doesn't show a record of any missing leopard Apples.
But we need to know if any Hrruban rancher might be missing one."

"What good would that do?  A freeze mark cannot be altered."

"But a duplicate number could be put on another stolen animal, couldn't
it?"

"Ah, that is a different matter.  And no reliable trader would export
animals which did not bear the brand of a reliable rancher."

"Todd's already working on a read-only scan of Hayuman ranches but it
takes so long on this antiquated computer net that if you could handle
the Hrruban end of things.

"Of course,' Hrriss said, patting her knee to reassure her.  "I will
begin at once."

"I would like to help in any way I can,' said a soft voice as a female
Hrruban slipped into the room.  "I have computer skills.

Kelly tried hard not to gawk at the unexpected presence of a female in
Hrriss's company.  "I'm so sorry.  How very rude of me not to ask if you
were already occupied, Hrriss." She started to rise but Hrriss gently
pushed her back down on the divan.

"I am Nrrna,' she said, coming straight to Kelly and holding out her
hand.  She had a short, fluffy dark beige pelt, evidence of her
youthfulness, but her stripe was broad and dark, suggesting she came
from a very good family.  She wore a braided cloth in aqua shade, looped
in decorative swags from her shoulders, waist, and ankles that offset
her delicate form and beauty.

"I remember you,' Kelly said, cordially gripping the slender hand, for
Nrrna's face markings were familiar.  She glanced at Hrriss and saw the
glowing look in his eyes, not the least bit fraternal.  Nrrna returned
his glance in the manner of one who has developed considerable rapport.
"We took a language class in High Hrruban, though I admit it's been
years.  Aren't you working for the Health Services these days?"

"Yes,' Nrrna replied with shy friendliness, sidling slightly closer to
Hrriss. "I heard of your academic success from my parents.

Yours must be very proud.

Hrriss moved imperceptibly closer to the dainty female.  "Nrrna and I
will become lifemates this season,' he said, looking proud and
self-conscious at the same time.

"You will?  Lifemates?  Oh!  Oh, I'm so happy for you!" Kelly leaped up
to seize Hrriss and rub cheeks with him again, then turned to offerboth
hands to Nrrna, squeezing the delicate bones very gently.

Considering how Hrrubans mated, Hrriss was likely using the word
"season' advisedly.  Nrrna would know her cycle, and was planning
carefully so they would have time for a joining ceremony before estrus
began.  Kelly felt that her face was cracking with her delighted smile.

"So this is the research into matters of interest to your mother,
Hrriss!  How wonderful!  May you have every joy!" She snapped her jaws
closed before she said what was in her mind, and didn't know where to
look in her dismay.

Hrriss reached for her hand and pressed it between his.  "When Zodd and
I are able to resume our association, Nrrna and I will tell him
together." Kelly sighed.  "Your news would cheer him up, but I can quite
imagine how his knowing such a private arrangement could be construed. I
may pop out in spots of anticipation but I won't mention it.

That's one thing I've learned at Alreldep-how to know and not know. Just
please let me be there when you do break the news.  I want to see him
really smile, from deep down,' and she touched her diaphragm, "instead
of just his lips."

"You have my word .  .  -.

"Which is worth a lot, believe me,' Kelly said, her tone suddenly
fierce.

Hrriss nodded solemnly and his eyes glowed at the strength of her
conviction.  Once again he took her hands but this time to seal their
agreement.

"Well, I do feel better, Hrriss, I really do."

"And these records?

Have you arrived at any style to conduct the search?"

"I have,' Kelly said, and opened the packet.  "It's such a boring job,
takes forever, but if you can both help.  .

"Nrrna, your parents may not wish you to involve yourself in an
investigation of this nature."

"Locating missing hrrsses?" She raised her delicately marked brows at
him, her emerald eyes wide with surprise. "It is to help the friend of
your heart, Hrriss.  And I am my own person.  I may make my own
decisions." Now she gave Hrriss a certain look that caught Kelly's
breath.  Undeniably the twinge of regret she felt at seeing such
unselfconscious love was partly jealousy for what they already shared.

Hrriss turned back to Kelly, his jaw lightly parted and a mischievous
glint in his eyes.  "You see, she will have her way if she knows the
rightness of the path."

"Are you and Zodd not on the same path?" Nrrna asked.  "Hrriss has told
me how much you are trying to help revoke those ignoble accusations."

"Ah, yes, well, Nrrna, that's another matter. Nrrna's delicate laugh
came out a soft purr.  "It is so easy to tell when bareskins are
embarrassed.  Oh, I do not mean to offend with that term "We are
bareskins and I take no offense from such as you, Nrrna. Never,' Kelly
said.  "And I blush far too easily for my own good." "Especially when
Zodd is the subject,' Hrriss said, cocking his head to join in the
testing.  Then he turned to Nrrna.  "Hayuman females do not have your
advantage.

"I wish I did,' Kelly said with complete exasperation.  "I don't mind
telling you two-and talking about Todd is not a violation of that stupid
ban you two are under-but I love the guy and he doesn't seem to see me
as anything more than his "trusted Hunt second" and the girl next door."
Hrriss regarded her with eyes that glowed now with a slightly different
but equally tender regard than the one he gave Nrrna.

"He danced more with you than with anyone else, Kelly,' he said.

"And he kept his eyes on you wherever you were.  And if he was not aware
of it, he did not look at you as a trusted Hunt second."

"And I know he's annoyed because Pat and Ken keep inviting me over for
dinner and I don't think he wants me to come.  When I only want like
blazes to help any way I can."

"Ah, but you do not know Zodd as I do, Kdly. "No, I don't.  That's why
I'm asking you, and I really shouldn't belabor you with personal pro
lems right now, but you do know him."

"Right now Zodd would be careful to shield you, as I tried to shield
Nrrna,' and he looked lovingly at her.

"Who refuses to be shielded,' Nrrna said on a puff, "just as Kelly
does."

"I most certainly am capable of taking care of myself,' Kelly said
vehemently.  "Oh, Todd and that damned awkward sense of honor of his!
Well, he wouldn't be Todd without it." Hrriss contented himself with a
nod.  "Be yourself.  Be helpful, be cheerful.  And now let us all be
helpful and see what we can learn." He glided across the room to the
computer station and flicked it on with just the nail of his first
finger.  Sitting down, he logged on his user number.  "I shall begin
with Hrrula's ranch.  He mourns every time one of his hrrsses goes
missing.  It is a personal affront to his care of them.  I will drop a
note to obtain permission.

Nrrna and Kelly watched while the data base brought up the user message
board.  Hrriss had his fingers poised over the keyboard when the screen
cleared to show the last user number accessing the file.

"I cannot continue,' Hrriss said, his voice sad and reluctant.

"That is Zodd's number at the bottom."

"But if he's not on the net now, surely .

"Not now.  The time indicates that he logged off thirty minutes ago."
"Then go ahead."

"I cannot.  It might be construed as an infringement of our oath not to
contact each other.  What if it was suggested that he left messages in a
file for me to find and erase?"

"Sometimes .  .  ." Kelly raised hands above her head in pique, then
lowered them, accepting such a scrupulous interpretation of their
restriction.

"You're becoming as paranoid over this as Todd.

"Thank you,' Hrriss said solemnly.  "In that context, it is a
compliment." Kelly rolled her head and threw up her hands again, this
time turning to Nrrna for guidance.

"Well, then, Nrrna.  It's up to us.  We'll investigate on our own, won't
we?" Nrrna nodded enthusiastically.  "So move out of that chair and let
either me or Nrrna log on.  Get you out of the room so you cannot be
tempted, scaredy cat,' and Kelly made shooing gestures with her hands at
Hrriss.  "If you're so concerned about our involvement, we may or may
not tell you what we learn.  Your place or mine, Nrrna?"

"Stay here!" Hrriss said, his tone just short of pleading.  "I will not
look." And he went to sit on the pillows farthest from the computer
station.

"You can be in the same room with us while we're jeopardizing our
reputations in helping you?" Kelly said teasingly.

"You both do us honor,' Hrriss said gravely, and picked up a tape
viewer, turning his head away.

"But please tell me when you have located that leopard Appaloosa hide."

CHAPTER 6

KELLY FOUND ALl KIACHIF IN ThE PUB of the Launch Center, weaving to a
circle of his captains a story of derring-do during an ion storm in
which he and one of his men had rescued the ship, getting the cargo and
everyone on board to their destination with nary a scratch.

The Codep captain's talk was punctuated with alliterative triads and
circumlocutory references, but he had a knack for making a story come to
life.  When the others drifted apart to discuss the merits (and
veracity) of his tale, Kelly approached him.

"Captain Kiachif?" The spacer looked up.  "What may I do for you, little
lady?"

"My name's Kelly Solinari.  I'm a friend of Todd Reeve."

"That's something we have in common,' he said kindly.  "Come and
commune, with a cup of cheer?"

"No, thank you,' Kelly said, declining the offer of a drink.  "I don't
really feel very cheery.  His father said that you offered to help clear
him of these accusations against him."

"I've been of that mind, if you understand me." Kelly dropped her voice
to a discreet whisper.  "It is Admiral Landreau, isn't it, who hates
Todd and his father enough to frame them?"

"Hates "em lock, stock, and block. Always has since they made a fool of
him.  Only he made more of a fool of himself.  They didn't have to help
much, if you see what I mean,' Kiachif said.  Having spoken his mind in
as guarded voice as she had used, he took a deep drink and let out a
sigh of satisfaction as he put the glass down.

"You don't happen to remember any other distinctive horses wearing Reeve
markings?" Kiachif screwed his face.  "I remember that one, like I told
Ken.  But perfect pat and plain, Miss Kelly, I didn't think much of that
incident.  You see, that Aden feller, their manager, was doing the
shipping, so it seemed natural that all the horses had Reeve Ranch
marks.  That leopard-spotted one just stood out so much among the bays
and browns."

"But it did have a Reeve brand on it, then?"

"Yup, it surely did."

"But how could it have?" Kelly's voice went squeaky as she tried to keep
it low and couldn't repress her outrage.

"Well, now, the freeze brand is not supposed to be alterable.

Technique's practically perfect.  But nothing's perfect.

"Oh, don't tell me someone has a system for altering brand marks!

Can you think of the havoc that'll cause?"

"Nope, don't want to think about it.  I want to think how I can prove
Todd Reeve never rustled nothing in his life, never stole nothing, never
fiddled with log tapes or deviated from his registered flight plans.  I
want to think how ships been getting through one of the most secure
security systems in the galaxy.  That's what I want to think about.  And
this helps." He lifted his empty glass and signaled a passing harman.

"Bring the bottle!" When the bottle had been brought, he inspected the
cap with a narrowed eye before he broke the seal and filled his glass.

Kelly was somewhat astounded by his capacity but she kept her expression
polite.

"Can't be one of the Codeps.  I got them under my thumb,' and he held it
up, flat and broad and stained, "if you know what I mean.  They know all
better'n accept stolen goods "cause it makes me mad and besides that,
makes it look like the government's condoning theft.

Fred Horstmann was some upset about that bundle of hides but I calmed
him down.  That Zapata provenance checked out genuine.  So we got to go
back further in this rustling-business, hide-marking, moneymaking
nonsense.  I do remember'-Kiachif paused thoughtfully-'carrying a feller
back to Earth.  He'd done his prison term.  Knew all about lasers did
Askell Klonski.  A weasely little wart, if my memory doesn't mislead me.
Claimed he could change a tattoo of a wanton, winking woman so she was
blinking with the other eye and you'd never know it hadn't been that way
to start." Kelly smothered a laugh, for his words conjured up an
indescribable vision.

Kiachif held up his hand.

"He'd be just the sort to deftly do the deed, if you know what I mean.
Now, I don't know if he was bragging or not.  Those types do.

He'd served his sentence, but he didn't learn it, if you understand me.

The guards in the galley said he was a genius in laser techniques.

Served as a trustee his last years on the Rock because he was the only
one who could fix the alarm system.  He was so good no slips, skips, or
blips went undetected.  No escapes at all during his tenure.

Shortened his sentence slightly, where it shouldn't have ended at all,
if you follow me.  If I hadn't had orders signed by Varnorian himself, I
doubt I would have carried him anywhere."

"Where is he now?" Kelly asked eagerly.

Kiachif massaged his whiskers.  "Still on Earth, so I hear.  No decent
colony would have him.  He was pushed in on a snooty section of Corridor
and Aisle, to the infinite consternation of his neighbors.

They say he's "not our type, dear."

"Kiachif did a humorous imitation of a proud matron looking down her
nose at Kelly.  "Spending a lot of money, too.  I'd like to know where
he got it.  With his record, the chances that it was hardly honest are
high. "Hmm,' Kelly said thoughtfully.  "Any chance of contacting him
soon?" Kiachif nodded his head up and down, refilling his glass again.
"Strangest part is that that man was released just about ten years ago.
"Oh!

"That's what I said.  Ten years ago.  Not so lon before I saw that
leopardy horse. The moon played hide-and-seek with the doud as the two
girls sneaked down toward the transportation grid on the Hrruban side. A
thin spot ol light penetrated the clouds, striking the ground in front
of them, and they ducked behind the bushes.

Kelly hoped there were no small nocturnal predators abroad, not when
they didn't wish to draw attention to themselves.  Night critters all
had mean bites.

"You do know how to set the grid, don't you?" Kelly asked Nrrna in a
tone barely above a whisper.

"I do, but, Kelly,' Nrrna replied, "you know this is highly illegal."
"So is what they're doing to Todd and Hrriss,' was Kelly's whispered
reply.  "Time's running out.

All Kiachif thinks he knows the man who could have used a laser to
change animal brands and he's on Earth, so that's where I've got to go
and fast.  Ii we can just cast doubt on one of those phon> charges
against Todd and Hrriss, we might be able to prove that a conspiracy
exists.  If we can't, whc knows what will happen to them-or to Doona."
Nrrna sighed.  "I know, I know.  But you must be very careful.  If it
was discovered that I assisted you to grid back.  .  -" Kelly brought
her face very close to Nrrna's.  "I'd never tell who helped me, Nrrna.

Anyway, who's going to know, if we keep to the schedule you worked out?

I'll get to the medical supply warehouse on Earth.  You just make sure
you're here to rescue me when the pallet comes, all right?" She squeezed
Nrrna's hand for confidence.

"A female shouldn't be so fearless,' Nrrna said.

"Where did you get the idea I was fearless?" Kelly demanded.  "I'm
terrified but that doesn't keep me from doing it, because it's the only
way I can help Todd." She took three deep breaths.  This was worse than
watching Big Mommies heading toward you.

"And it's your way of helping Hrriss.  So let's get it done.  "To she
who dares falls the prize,"' she muttered to herself before she beckoned
for Nrrna to lead the way.

When they reached the grid, there was no one in sight.  Kelly didn't at
all like using the Hrruban grid: it made her nauseous.

Nevertheless she jumped lightly to the platform, turned to stand inside
the pillars, and held on to them for support until her knuckles hurt.

Silently she begged Nrrna to hurry as the slender Hrruban bent over the
controls.  The grid beneath her shoes started to vibrate.  She barely
had time to register that effect before the misting clouded her
immediate vicinity.

"Good luck,' came Nrrna's soft voice, and lingered as Doona dissolved
around her friend.

Kelly materialized inside the transport chamber on Earth.  Nrrna had
carefully chosen a time when Hrringa was unlikely to be on duty.

The only light was the circular glow of the clock calendar facing the
grid.  It was not quite dawn here on Earth.  As Nrrna had suggested, a
time when security guards of any species are likely to be less alert.

So all tho excuses she thought up for Hrringa could be forgotten.

None of them had sounded very convincing anyway.  So the first hurdle
was over.  Now tc proceed without getting apprehended on Earth when she
wasn't supposed to be here.  If she wa caught, her career as a diplomat
might be over before it had properly begun.

She swallowed hard, trying to open her throat.

Fortunately she knew the floor plan of the Hrruban Center.  It was in
the middle of the Alreldep block, part of the Space Services cube.

Once she got out of the building, she should have no problem findin her
way around, but there might be sensors and alarms designed to detect
body heat or movement.

She couldn't remember much about the securit> measures in the Alreldep
block, but there waS generally much more fuss about getting in that
getting out.  If she was caught in the Hrrubar Center, it would be
obvious that she'd had  Hrruban accomplice, because no Human knew ho to
operate a Hrruban grid.  And, undoubtedly Nrrna would come forward to
share the blame.

Gingerly she moved off the grid, expecting an moment for lights to flash
and alarms to shriek.  Sh stepped onto the floor below the platform, hei
body tense, until she realized she had broken nc security circuits.  She
took a deep breath of relief.

She took a second and a third, forcing herself tc calm down so she could
think logically how tc proceed now.  Pending the end of her holiday and
her return for a permanent assignment, Kelly's privileges in the
Alreldep computers had been suspended.  Therefore, she needed someone
else's help in finding All Kiachif's clever parolee.  She knew several
people who had the necessary skills, and clearance, to find that file in
the central computer complex.  But first she had to contact them.  She
didn't dare use the Hrruban Center's communications units.  Hrringa
shouldn't have to answer questions about why calls were made from his
office in the middle of the night.  A public facility would be much more
sensible, if farther from her present position.

Her luck seemed to be holding, for the center must have been designed to
accommodate visitors appearing through the grid at times without benefit
of operator on this end.  As her eyes grew accustomed to the dark, she
could see a double line of tiny low-intensity lights set into the floor
leading away from the grid.  Cautiously Kelly followed them to the door.
She tried the handle, hoping that she hadn't come all this way only to
be locked in the Hrruban Center all night long.  As the handle moved
without hindrance, she murmured a thanksgiving.  It probably rocked on
the outside.  It swung easily and silently open.

No alarms sounded and no lights came on.  For all her apprehension, she
had accomplished the transit without problems.  In no time, she found an
exit Aisle and was shortly in the main Corridor of Alreldep block and in
the main swim of foot traffic without drawing any attention.  Now to
find a communications kiosk.

The hour may have favored her undetected arrival on Earth, but this was
the time when lateshift workers were abroad, and a certain dangerous
element of society crept out of their lairs, dens, and hiding places to
catch the unwary for what they might have of value about their persons.
Proper citizens were too afraid of Aisle and Corridor gossip to report
assaults or robberies, so the petty criminals were bold as well as
vicious.  Kelly was Doonan bred as well as born, and trained to take
care of herself, but she didn't want to be noticed.

To deflect a would-be assailant would be easy but it would certainly
identify her as a most unordinary pedestrian.

Cautiously she kept glancing right and left.  No monitors were in view.
The gray passage with its moving conveyor belts carried scattered
traffic.  It wasn't elbow-to-elbow as it was at major shift change
times, though there seemed to be as many as Doona had hosted for the
Snake Hunt.  As she watched all the dutiful citizens in their dull muddy
clothing, one mumbled an apology under his breath and his fellow
passengers moved aside so he could get off without touching them.

Kelly stepped carefully onto the far edge of the belt, keeping her head
down so that no one would look closely at her.  She concentrated on
walking in the stiort mincing steps she had learned to use in her years
on Earth.  She adjusted her usual stride, hunched her shoulders, let her
arms hang listlessly at her sides, and pretended disinterest in those
she passed on the faster belt.  It wasn't as hard as she had feared. The
greater gravity of Earth made her muscles work harder at keeping the
same pace.  The one precaution she had taken before leaving Doona was to
alter the vibrant shade of her hair with a dulling brown rinse.  It
would wash right out, but she'd recognized the wisdom of that artifice.
She hadn't had time to search for her old student tunics but she'd worn
the dullest, grungiest clothes she owned.  Even these were a little
bright in comparison with the garments of shift workers at five o'clock
in the morning.  However, she wasn't going to be on the beltway very
long and no one was paying any attention to her.

She remembered to take shallower, grudging breaths, just like everyone
else.  That way she also avoided "tasting' some of the stink of an
overcrowded city.  Had the air got worse in the short time since she'd
left?  Or was it the shocking change from breathing the exhilarating air
of Doona?

As soon as she spotted a communications kiosk, she muttered the
appropriate apologies and stepped off.  Her fellow riders carried past
her without ever looking up.  Monitors might be watching: they always
were even if Earth was less restrictive than it had been a quarter
century earlier.  Controls remained in place to handle the offenses,
both real and imagined, of the multiple billions of Humans who lived in
such restricted space.

The booth provided her with complete privacy once she shut the door and
activated the "engaged' signal.  Now it was decision time.

Which of her former friends could she positively rely on?  Who was well
enough placed to get the information she needed?  There were rewards
available to those who turned in miscreants.  Returning without leave
was only a misdemeanor but she didn't want to risk even that.

One by one, Kelly considered a list of her fellow university students.

Cara Martinek was a supply clerk in the Spacedep offices.  She couldn't
inquire about a former felon with impunity.  Jane Kaufenberg worked as a
senior researcher at the Amalgamated Worlds Library.

Unfortunately Jane probably wouldn't have the necessary clearances to
access Alreldep and Spacedep records.  She was also rather prissy and
would very likely balk at the thought of making an illegal data search.

Dalkey Petersham?  He was bright, and had graduated first in his class
from his Section Academy before attending the university.  Kelly
hesitated to approach him, even though they had once worked together on
a class project-or perhaps because they had worked together.  Dalkey was
good, but his after-school thoughts went in one direction only, and
Kelly had always told him no.  Still, he did work for Landreau, in the
right department, and he might even have heard office gossip.

Kelly checked her reflection in the viewscreen.

With her fingers, she swiped her hair into place.  It was a little
earlier than was decent to make a comunit call, but she remembered that
Dalkey worked first shift.  He should already be awake.

The unit in Dalkey's apartment answered after the first blink.

Kelly plastered on a big smile as the camera changed to live.

"Dalkey!

Hi!"

"Kelly!" She was right.  Dalkey was up and dressed.  He was still
rail-thin, and his hair was brusquely chopped into the bureaucrat's
unbecoming clip.  He wasn't bad-looking, but there had always been
something too smooth about him that turned her off.  Trying to be
impartial, she had to admit that there was never anyone so obviously
born to wear a narrow-necked suit.  "Are you back on Earth?"

"I am,' Kelly said, and let 6ut a deep breath.

Once she uttered the next phrases, she was committed.  "Can I come over
and talk to you?  I'm not far from your Aisle.  I've got a favor to
ask." Dalkey looked surprised but pleased.  "Sure.  I've got thirty
before I've got to punch in.  Come and have breakfast." Kelly paid a
credit into the kiosk and accepted a receipt chit from the slot so the
door would open.

Then she retraced her steps to the Corridor.  Dalkey lived one more
Aisle over, and down to the right several hundred meters on the same
level as the Hrruban Center.  Several times along the way, she had to
force herself to slow down and remember to bow her head like native
Terrans.  People were beginning to notice her.  Kelly bit her lip and
concentrated on the appropriate mincing steps, though it was permissible
to move slightly faster in an Aisle.  She couldn't take any chance that
a sharpeyed monitor might become suspicious and whisk her off the Aisle
into Poldep headquarters.

Dalkey was waiting right inside the door of his apartment.  He lived in
a block of flats occupied mainly by government employees in the Space
Services.  With an elaborate bow, he escorted her inside.

"Welcome back, Kelly.  May I hope that you're back on Earth for a long
stay?"

"Actually not,' she said, glancing around.  The room was a typical
bachelor pad.  The Residential and Housing Administration allowed the
minimum amount of space for single people.  The place was sparsely
furnished, the walls one of the neutral colors permitted, but it held
one surprise: a very colorful tapestry in the Doonan style which
brightened the room immensely.  Kelly didn't recognize the weaver, but
it was an excellent piece of work.

In her eyes, that upgraded Dalkey a notch above the usual run of
bureaucrats.  "Thank you for the invitation to breakfast.  Can you
really spare the calories?"

"Sure can,' Dalkey said, waving her to a seat.  "I have more than I
need.  I keep some of the excess on credit for times when friends drop
in, such as now." He programmed two breakfast meals out of the food
machine and smiled at her as the characteristic whirring began behind
the panel.

Synth-food!  Kelly smiled bravely back, wondering if she could keep from
gagging.  The moment she left for Doona weeks ago, she had gladly put
the horrors of synthesized food behind her.

The hatch opened to reveal two plates.  Several different grayish or
pale tan masses were arranged on each.

"Here we are,' Dalkey said cheerfully, as if conferring a real treat, as
he brought the steaming plates over to the table and placed one before
her.

"Go right ahead." He slid into the chair opposite her and began on his
own food.

From long experience Kelly remembered which lump was supposed to
simulate eggs, and that the next was a milled grain colloid, but the
last one's origin she had never been able to figure out.

Certainly it could never have been meat, and it wasn't sweet enough to
be fruit.  She knew that only because the saccharine dessert lump that
followed the midday meal was supposed to be fruit.

Dutifully Kelly picked up her fork and started to eat.  With the first
mouthful the flavor, or lack of it, brought back memories of four long
years of make-believe comestibles.  She reminded herself that billions
of Terrans started every single day with this food.  It was healthy,
contained every vitamin and mineral necessary for life, and was easily
digested.  It was still disgusting.  She thought she was doing fairly
well at disguising her distaste until a tiny chuckle brought her
attention back up to Dalkey.  He was watching her with an impish gleam
in his eyes.  He waggled his fork at her plate.

"Not what you got used to on holiday, is it, colony girl?"

"Well' - Kelly laughed self-deprecatingly, putting her fork down-'when
you grow up eating real food, it's hard to adjust to a synthetic
substitute.  If you hadn't been born here, you'd know what I mean." The
inadvertent use of Kiachif's favorite bridging phrase reminded her of
her errand.  "Lck, I'd be happy to send you some fruit and things from
Doona, so you can find out what you've been missing.

"From the look of you, plenty,' Dalkey said, raising an eyebrow.

"You don't need to finish the meal, if you can't stand it." Gratefully
Kelly got up to put the dish into the hatch.  As she turned back to the
table, she found Dalkey standing over her.  She started around him, but
he pinned her against the wall, his hands on her shoulders.

"So,' Dalkey said, lowering his eyelashes seductively.  "Come on.

Out with it.  You didn't come back here just so I can look into your
beautiful eyes, although I'm always happy to have that opportunity.

What's the favor you need?" Kelly squeezed back against the synthesizer
hatch so there was a few centimeters breathing room between them.  The
expectant expression on his face alarmed her.  She had spent all that
time worrying whether anyone would notice her on the street when she
should have been figuring out how to fend off Dalkey's advances.  He was
taller than she was and thin; even his neck was thin.

He needed more muscle on him.  She could probably knock him down with
just a good hefty push.  Which wouldn't get her the favor she needed,
and she didn't need a wrestling match.  Resolutely, so he might realize
she had other things on her mind, she folded her arms over her chest.

"All right, here it is,' she blurted.  "I need to find a man, housed
somewhere in the blueblood V Corridors.  He was released from a prison
planet about ten years ago.  He was an expert in laser technology and
he's been given some kind of annuity.  I need to know why.  The safety
of two of my dearest friends is at stake, not to mention the
continuation of the Doona colony." He gave her a measuring look.  "And
in return?" he asked, running the back of his hand down her cheek.
"Surely you're not going to offer me a silly case of Doona oranges for
performing an illegal act with such broad-reaching consequences?
Spacedep frowns on people trying to penetrate the privacy files of a
former convict.  I could be exiled to a mining planet, and so could you
for asking.  Hard labor." Kelly nearly asked him what he did want, and
realized that she didn't have to.  She decided to tell him the truth,
and trust to his discretion.

"Dalkey, two friends of me and my family are being framed for crimes
that there's no way they could have, or would have, committed.

I have it on very good authority that this man might know something
about the method that was used to incriminate them.  He's the right kind
of expert, and he seems to have more money than someone recently paroled
ought to have.  It's also very odd that a man who faced a life sentence
should be paroled, at just about the time we have now discovered a
conspiracy was evolved to discredit my friends.  He could be an
essential party to that conspiracy.  I always thought of you as a person
with a fine sense of justice.  I'm appealing to that now." And she
looked Dalkey straight in the eye.

"You've got me interested, I'll say that much.

Too many criminals get loose and there've been gangs that have done
serious damage.  So what sort of crimes are your friends supposed to
have committed?"

"Horse rustling, theft of antiquities, possession of stolen goods, and
breaking prohibitions set by the Treaty of Doona,' Kelly replied, still
keeping eye contact.  "No matter what you decide, please keep this
confidential."

"You just bet I will,' Dalkey said with a weak laugh.  "As a colonial,
couldn't you have fallen for small-time offenders?  I'm sure not in your
class." He stepped back then, still shaking his head as he let his arms
fall to his sides.  Kelly gulped in relief and flushed with
embarrassment.

Dalkey winked at her consternation.  "You don't have to look so
surprised.  I may not be the man you thought I was, but I'm not the one
you were afraid I was either.  Ah, ah, ah, don't deny it!" He shook a
finger under her nose.  "On the other hand, if you're feeling grateful
later on, I wouldn't refuse." He gestured for her to sit on his couch,
an old piece Kelly remembered from his student digs and a lot more
comfortable than it looked.

"Now, suppose you acquaint me with all the details you've got about this
mysteriously paroled felon,' he said.  "I don't suppose you've got a
name?"

"Captain Kiachif knew him as Askell Klonski."

"He'd change his name first thing,' Dalkey said, "to shield his real
identity.  Or maybe that was the w name he changed to.  Never mind.

What else do you know?" While Kelly talked, he made notes by hand on an
old piece of film.  "Best not to enter anything on a computer, even for
immediate printout and erasure.  You never know when the government
monitors might choose to check for employee subversion." Kelly was
impressed by his caution.  "You surprise me, Dalkey.  Thank you."

"Oh, it's not such a surprise.  I'm not quite the perfect cog in the
machine yet.  You know, I've always been attracted to you, partly
because you come from Doona.  You seemed so much freer than most of the
other girls. A pity that freedom didn't extend to the sensual
pleasures." Kelly eyed him warily, wondering if he wa going to make a
grope.

He pursed his lips, amused by her.  "I'll help you because it's one way
for me to get back at the upper-up bureaucrats.  There are dirty tricks
being played on other people, not juSt your friends, and I'm getting
sick of them.  Are all the government services as dirty as Spacedep?" He
made a face.

Kelly hurried to reassure him.  "No, they're not.

Aireldep isn't, otherwise I wouldn't be staying with it.

Sumitral's a straightforward man, and he attracts people of a similar
stripe.

"Stripe?" Dalkey asked.

"That's a Doonan compliment.  You should transfer to his service.

Or,' Kelly said, laying a hand on Dalkey's arm, "opt for Doona the next
time you hear of a residency opening.  I'm a citizen.  I can sponsor you
if you want to come.  You could work in the Treaty Center.

You've got the right kind of training.

"You'd do that for me?  Just like that?" Dalkey asked, snapping his
fingers.  Kelly nodded.  "Yes, I believe you would, colony girl." Then
he grinned wryly.  "So it's to my advantage to help your friends clear
themselves, thus keeping the Doona Experiment going.  Fair deal.

Look, you'd be safest staying here in my apartment while I get the data
crunching.  What monitors don't see, they can't report.

I don't share with anyone, so you wouldn't be disturbed.  If you don't
feel comfortable,' and Dalkey eyed her for a long moment, "I've some
friends who work in Residence Administration and maybe they can let you
crash somewhere.  It may take a couple of days to snoop into the right
files."

"A few days?  I don't have that much time, Dalkey.

I've got to go back to Doona tomorrow, no matter what.  I don't mind
sleeping on the couch either: it's not that uncomfortable."

"No, you'll sleep in the bed,' Dalkey insisted.  She opened her mouth to
protest, and he clicked his tongue chidingly.  "Ah, ah, ah, there you go
again.

I can sleep on the couch.  Especially if my courtesy gets me out of
Spacedep.  Oops, five to the starting clock.  I'd better go and sign in.
I'll see you after shift.

Kelly's conscience stung her as Dalkey saluted her rakishly and stepped
out of the door.  She'd had to revise her opinion of him upward.  During
their years at school, she had never had the courage to V brave her way
past his cool laade: an impenetrable barrier to the self-effacing
colonial girl she'd been.

She was sorry now that she'd been so reserved that she'd missed the
chance to know someone who could have been a good friend.

The time passed with maddening slowness.  Kelly tried to sleep but the
walls seemed to close in on her.  They weren't that far apart.  She was
very tense during the first few hours, afraid that a friend of Dalkey's
might decide to visit him.  Then she reminded herself that everyone
would know Dalkey was at work.  She didn't dare use any of the
electronics, for fear of alerting the residence monitors, who would also
know that no one should be in the Petersham flat.  So she didn't, for
fear she might be apprehended as a burglar, taken into custody, and have
to explain why she was on Earth when she wasn't supposed to be.

She'd be incarcerated on Earth: never see Doona-or Todd- again.

Years of claustrophobia and synth-food!  She paced out the dimensions of
both of the small rooms over and over again.  The apartment was about
three times the size of her student studio flat.

It astonished her to recall that she had actually existed for four years
in a box that was smaller than Calypso's stable.

Dalkey had only a few nonfllm books on his shelf.  One of them was an
antiquated economy text.  Another was an old, old copy of a novel about
a great lover of the fifteenth century.  She smiled, wondering if Dalkey
considered himself a latter-day Casanova.  For lack of better
occupation, she began to read.

"Kelly?" a voice prodded her softly.  "Shift's over.

To Kelly's drowsing unconscious, the voice was unfamiliar: Alarmed, she
shook herself out of a sound sleep and sat up.  Dalkey Petersham was
looking down at her, smiling.  She remembered then where she was: on his
couch in his apartment on Earth.  The swashbuckler novel was open upside
down on her stomach.

"I want you to look at this,' Dalkey said, nudging her over so he could
sit down.  "Behold the product of many hours of furtive work.  I hope
you appreciate this.  Lucky today wasn't a busy day." He handed her a
film printout of a residence document.  "I'm glad you didn't want the
names and addresses of a whole host of people.  It took forever just to
get this data.  The system hasn't been debugged since ice covered the
Earth.  I lived in fear while the computer was processing.

I wanted to climb through the screen and bang its little chips together.
You're right, by the way.  There is such a man who knows lasers.  He is
a former felon, by the name of Lesder Boronov.  His name's been changed
to Askell Klonski, and he does live in a fancy part of town."

"Oh, Dalkey, you're amazing!" Kelly said, devouring the.

closely typed sheet.  "How did you find him?"

"Strange to say, he was in the Spacedep file index, bold as brass.  It
required a little special jimmying, because it was restricted under the
Spacedep privacy seal, but I managed to push my way in."

"Spacedep?" Kelly asked, staring at him. "Why?" Dalkey raised his hands
helplessly.  "Who knows?

But only Landreau himself, Commander Rogitel, and a couple of other top
brass normally have access to that index.  See where it says that he's
been retained for "special services." Special services covers a
multitude of bureaucratic sins."

"I could cite a few right now.  You didn't have the same sort of luck
about his financial records?"

"I couldn't get more than a credit balance,' Dalkey said with a rueful
expression.  "My supervisor came by, saw the kind of screen I had up,
and said if I was doing my personal banking on Spacedep time I might as
well go officially on break.  He watched me the rest of the afternoon,
but I had all I could access without generating suspicion.

He got a fine big credit balance, that Boronov!" Kelly agreed.

"But did he make it the way I think he did.  ..?"

"Which is?"

"I don't want to say it for fear I'm wrong,' Kelly said, not wishing to
cross her luck at this juncture.

"What are those other printouts?"

"More research,' Dalkey told her with considerable satisfaction.  "While
I was in the index, I got curious. Do you know that there isn't just our
laser friend here under the seal? There are several people, all listed
as performing special, unspecified services, and getting paid hefty
hunks of credit.  I got to the initial screen, showing their profiles.

There wasn't time to get more, but I'll look into it when I have half a
chance.  Rather a lot of them are out on early remission." Kelly's eyes
widened.  "So Klonski-Boronov isn't an isolated case.

They've got a fileful of dirty tricksters."

"All on file,' Dalkey said, disgusted.  "More than I feel comfortable
knowing about, too.

Makes me more fed up with Spacedep.  Codep's no better.  I contacted one
of my pals at lunch.  He ran a similar check for me in the Codep index.
He found something like this there, too, before he got caught accessing
forbidden files.  As soon as you're safely off Earth, I'll bring him to
the attention of Amalgamated Worlds Administration as a whistleblower.

They'll have to take his statement as a public document, so he doesn't
unexpectedly get shipped off to a mining colony."

"I didn't intend for anyone to get in twuble, Kelly said, concerned. But
she held tightly on to the film printout Dalkey had given her.  It
wasn't full proof, but here in her hands was the beginning of what she
needed to clear Todd and Hrriss.

"Not your fault,' Dalkey stated promptly.

"There's more than one of us sick of the corruption.

Before they took him away, he managed to get his printout to me.

They're trying to trace down what he was doing and who he saw afterward,
but I'll wait till you're clear.  They have their dirty secrets, but you
are my clean one."

"I'll keep faith with you, Dalkey,' said Kelly, "as soon as ever I can.
But these,' and she shook the printouts, "mean that Todd was right.
Landreau is involved and using Spacedep facilities.  I can't take the
chance that I'll get caught before I can get these to an official
source.  I don't like mines either." She had Dalkey make a call to the
Poldep office from a public kiosk, requesting a confidential appointment
on matters concerning the Doona Experiment.  Kelly prepared to leave as
the hour approached.  She was surprised to find that she wasn't as
nervous as she had been when she arrived through the grid.  In fact, she
was almost looking forward to her meeting with a Poldep official.

"As soon as I get more data, I'll send it out to you,' Dalkey promised.
"Meanwhile, you watch out for yourself."

"I want to thank you, Dalkey,' Kelly said, kissing him on the cheek.
"You've been a gem."

"Just don't forget your promise to sponsor me to Doona,' Dalkey said.
"I'm going to be counting on it." He grinned ingenuously.  "If I get
caught, I'll need somewhere to go.  Come back if you can or need to. And
good luck. It was not unheard-of for informants to request informal
meetings with Poldep.  Many cases would never have been solved if
ordinary citizens, taking advantage of anonymity to protect themselves
and their families, couldn't come forward with incriminating information
and data.  Few did it with malice, for Poldep could turn an entirely
different face toward the prankster.  Dalkey had assured Kelly that
Poldep wouldn't pry into her true identity, for that would defeat the
purpose of anonymity. Kelly hoped that the immunity extended to no
curiosity on how she had travelled to Earth.

The Poldep offices differed from those of the other government services
only by the color of their uniforms: black.  Even the entry operators,
and the officers, bailiffs, and investigators swarming in and out of the
main entrance wore black.  The color was ominous and off-putting, but
she supposed that was intentional.

The big man behind the desk in the little room was not unfamiliar, but
he did not appear to recognize her: the hair dye had been a very smart
idea.  True, she had only seen him from a distance in the halls of
Alreldep and once on Doona.  They hadn't actually met.  DeVeer made the
rounds of his beat periodically in a small, fast-moving scout ship.

He had a reputation for being straightforward and honest.  Firmly she
overcame her feelings of nervousness and gave him her hand.  The Poldep
captain shook it.

"I'm Sampson DeVeer, miss.  What name are you using?" So the anonymity
was genuine.  "I don't know how much you have to know about me to
believe what I'm going to tell you,' Kelly said, stalling.

DeVeer gave her a brief smile.  "I find the facts often speak for
themselves.  How about a pseudonym for the time being?  That's not
incriminating."

"All right,' Kelly said boldly, "call me Miss Green." That was stupid,
she admonished herself, but apt.  She was green enough in more than
name.

Imagine blurting out a name so close to her own.

But she didn't really care.  Kelly was surprised how calm she felt now
that she was facing the Poldep man.  She recognized that she was riding
the high of success when she had expected none.  She was surprising
herself.  She'd been a dutiful child, a good student, an obedient second
on Snake Hunt, and a biddable employee of Alreldep.

But now, for her friends' sake, she was discovering a lot about what she
could dare and do.

"What can I do for you, Miss Green?" DeVeer asked.

"You're familiar with the situation on Doona?" she asked.  His eyebrows
lowered, and she went on quickly.  "I know there's lots of situations,
but I mean the one concerning the Reeve Ranch.  And the son, Todd.  He's
been accused of horse rustling, smuggling, and entering restricted
zones.  And you've got to believe me when I tell you that he wouldn't do
any of those things.  He's innocent."

"Ah, yes,' DeVeer said, tenting his fingertips.  "I know the
circumstances.

In fact, I recently had an interview with his father.  He had hides
bearing freeze marks for his ranch on animals he never owned.

The hides had been recycled from Zapata Three with a genuine provenance.

Yet he claims the brands have to have been altered."

"They were!

I think I know how it was done, Kelly blurted.  "I mean, I believe I
know who could have done it. DeVeer's expression didn't change, but his
moustache twitched.  "Tell me more,' he said.

She produced the first of her film prints and put it before him.

"This man was paroled from a labor colony and returned to Earth.

He's a laser expert and innovator.  His name was Lesder Boronov, but
he's called Askell Klonski now."

"What makes you think that he involved himself in stock theft?  Name
changes are not illegal."

"He might not be involved directly, but he came into a lot of money when
he was released,' Kelly said.  She produced the printout of Klonski's
credit balance.

DeVeer read over both films carefully and made notes on a pad as he
scanned.  He glanced at her from under beetled brows.  "May I ask where
you got these screens?"

"The one about Boronov is from Spacedep sealed files.  I .  .  .  would
like to protect my sources but they are reliable.  I expect Poldep would
be able to check the information.  You can see that Klonski has been
paid sums for "special services."

Now'Kelly swallowed, because she was diving forward into
conjecture-'what services could a laser expert do to earn that much
money?"

"The matter could be legitimate."

"Then wouldn't he be listed in Spacedep's regular contractor file?"
Kelly asked.  "Why hide him under the privacy seal?  And he's not the
only one." She showed him Dalkey's other printouts.  "These men are all
ex-felons, all received early paroles, and they're all under similar
privacy seals." DeVeer didn't insist that she identify her sources,
which was an immense relief to her.  She hoped that he thought that she
herself was the Spacedep employee who had pulled the files.  He read the
third set of films with the same focused attention he ha'd read the
other two.

Partway through the first page, he pulled over his computer terminal.

He spent some minutes entering data and looking from the screen to the
printouts.  Then he became engrossed, fingers stabbing at function keys,
tapping out new requests.  Kelly sat with her hands clutched in her
lap', her eyes pinned on the Poldep investigator.

"Interesfing,' he said, looking up at her after nearly an hour.

He leaned back in his chair, tented his fingertips together again, and
fixed his keen gaze on Kelly.

Kelly leaned across the table.  "Then you believe me?  Can you find out
if Klonski does have a way to alter the freeze-dry brands?" The chief
investigator smiled thinly under his moustache.  "I'll try to help you,
Miss Green, but I have only your suspicion, based on hearsay, that this
Klonski might-just might-be involved in illegal activities.

Even if he admitted to developing such a process, that wouldn't
automatically clear your friends.  They could have made use of his
"special services" as easily as anyone else.  In fact, some of that
large sum in his credit account could have been paid in by them."

"But they didn't.  They didn't!" In her frustration, Kelly banged her
fists on his desk.  "Why would he be in the Spacedep files if that bunch
didn't use his "special services"?  And you surely don't think they'd
let him take outside contracts!" DeVeer smiled at that remark.  "This is
the first real evidence to support my friends' innocence.  Won't you
help me prove it?  Please!  There's really a lot at stake!" DeVeer
tapped his fingertips together.  "Yes, I will have to initiate an
investigation.  Not necessarily on your friends' behalf, for some of
those charges do not lie in my jurisdiction.  But rustling does.  The
problem of stock theft has recently trebled.  New worlds are desperate
for all kinds of stock, not juSt horses.  Every animal must be marked
and records kept of inoculations to prevent the spread of disease, and
to be sure that livestock is protected against any indigenous problems
on their destination planet.  But if the marks can be skillfully
altered, then our very complex disease control system has been bypassed.
That can't be allowed to happen, especially on an increasingly larger
scale.  One of my priorities is putting an end to illicit traffic in
livestock."

"Then Doona isn't the only planet to have trouble with rustlers?" Kelly
asked.

"Unfortunately, it isn't.  But you may just have brought me the tip I've
needed." He smiled at her, and his face changed from an austere mask to
that of a warm and charming man.

"If this Klonski has an illegal means of altering brand marks, I can
help you clear your friends at least of that charge.  And Klonski is on
parole?" DeVeer sat up and entered the identification number from the
film into his computer console.

"Yes, he is.  The creation of a process used for illegal purposes is a
parole violation.  That can land him right back on a penal colony world,
with or without Spacedep approval.  I see he's due for a meeting with
his parole officer, should have met with her yesterday.  Didn't show.
That gives me the right to have a few words with him." DeVeer stood up,
indicating the interview was at an end.

"May I come along?" Kelly pleaded.  The chief considered the question
for a long moment.

"It is not necessary for an anonymous accuser to face the defendant
prior to a hearing.  In fact, it could be dangerous."

"Look, Mr. DeVeer,' Kelly began earnestly, "I've risked a lot to lay
this information before you.  It might even be dangerous for me to go
back out into Aisle and Corridor if anyone guesses where I've gone.  II,
I'm with you, I'm safe."

"I could arrange for protective custody for you..

"Mr.  DeVeer, I only feel safe in your presence, she said firmly.

He considered her argument.  "It is certainly not regular procedure."
"There's been nothing regular about this whole mess,' Kelly replied
tartly.  "I trust you, Mr.  DeVeer.  I can be discreet but I'd rather be
in your company."

"Would Klonski recognize you?  No?  That's as well. But there is another
aspect you must consider, Miss Green, in this compulsion of yours to
stay under my protective wing.  Suppose he describes you to his contacts
at Spacedep?"

"Let him,' Kelly said, sticking her chin up and shoving her shoulders
back resolutely.

He handed her a black tunic.  "Lift your right hand'-she did-'now swear
that you will obey me as your superior,' which she did.  He fastened a
plain bar to the collar tab.  "There!  You are now a deputy under my
direct orders." They left the office together.

The address on Klonski's file was in a block which had been occupied
from before living memory by clans calling themselves the First
Families.

The living spaces bordered on the spacious homes of distant memory and
were located in the widest Aisles Kelly had ever seen: Aisles with
plants in the malls.  Security devices and operatives strode slowly but
alertly up and down.  She was startled to see several men and women in
poorer dress hurrying along between the buildings.  Security didn't seem
to notice them, and then Kelly realized they were undoubtedly menials,
serving in the fine apartments of the wealthy and powerful families. The
genuine residents of the houses swept by in much fancier dress,
reminiscent of Jilamey Landreau's posh togs.

Kelly and DeVeer made their way as unobtrusively as possible to the
address given for their quarry.  The Poldep officer pushed a doorbell,
and they waited.

"Askell Klonski, also known as Lesder Boronov?" DeVeer asked as the door
edged open a crack.

"Who wants to know?" demanded a short, scrawny man through the gap.
Kelly recognized him as quickly from Captain Kiachifs description of a
warty weasel as from DeVeer's updated file photo.

"Poldep,' DeVeer said, flashing his identification.

"May we come in?"

"You can state your business first,' Klonski said pugnaciously.  "I've
got nothing to hide from my neighbors.

"You did not keep your appointment yesterday with your parole officer,
Mr.  Klonski,' DeVeer said, keeping his voice low.  Kionski wavered for
a moment and then flung the door open wide.

"I'm not a well man,' and he coughed a few times to prove it.

"She knows.  She don't hassle me."

"A few moments of your time is all that's required, Mr.  Kionski,'
DeVeer said smoothly.

"Well, if that's all, you can come in,' he said, his eyes shifting
warily from one to the other of his unwelcome guests.

Klonski's apartment was of the size intended for the use of high-ranking
families with two legal children.  The main room was palatial compared
to Dalkey's, but it had been furnished in a totally haphazard fashion:
the furnishings and decorations were obviously expensive but were placed
in awkward groupings or hung without care or taste.

If Klonski had intended to impress his neighbors with his wealth, he
certainly had achieved that aim.

Kelly glanced at a brilliant pink couch draped with a handwoven teal and
red throw, and shuddered at the effect.

Klonski might be wearing expensive clothing but it could not camouflage
his small stature, and the color only emphasized his gritty complexion.
The padded tunic did not disguise, much less improve, his narrow chest.
So he gave the impression of being held prisoner inside his clothes. The
style was practically a parody of what his neighbors wore with elegance.

"I'm respectable now,' the man insisted.  "Gone straight and square. I'm
not supposed to be bothered with parole matters.  I call her up when I
remember.  Give me the usual blab, then you've done your duty and you
can leave." DeVeer drew himself up to his own impressive height and
loomed over the little man.  "Askell Klonski, not only have you violated
the terms of your parole with your nonappearance, but you seem to have
violated it much more seriously.  We'd like you to come down to Poldep
with us and to answer a few questions."

"What about?  I haven't done anything wrong."

"That is what we need to determine,' DeVeer said.

Klonski eyed them.  "You're on a fishing trip, Officer,' he said,
grinning maliciously.  "You haven't got a thing that could make me go
anywhere with you.  You're from them, out there." He jerked his thumbs
toward the apartments on either side of his.  "They want me to leave,
but I won't.  I like it here, see, and I've got a long, long lease.

All paid up through the year double-dot."

"Yes, we have that data in our files.  But there are other discrepancies
in your record that are currently of interest to Poldep."

"Yeah?  What, for instance?  Ask me anything you want to.  .  .  right
here." The former felon hitched himself up into a huge, thronelike
chair.

"On a routine investigation of your case,' DeVeer went on, ignoring the
sneering voice, "it would appear that the robbery for which you were
incarcerated involved a death. "It was an accident!' Kionski said
agitatedly.  "He shouldn't oughta have been there in the first place.

That's all in my testimony."

"The laws are explicit in the case of death, whether accidental homicide
or premeditated murder.  Especially murder.  You were rocketed up
without the possibility of parole.  So how.  Askell, were you allowed
back on Earth at all?"

"I was given clemency for being a sick man." Kionski essayed a few dry
rasping coughs, then he looked up, his expression far more genuinely
indignant.

"Hey, those records were supposed to be sealed!"

"To Poldep?" DeVeer asked scornfully.  "Well, they might remain sealed
to the public at large, or they might not.  That's up to me-and up to
you.  I think Poldep might ignore that anomaly if you will help us with
our inquiries in another matter.  Come down to my office to talk." There
was evidently something in those records which Klonski didn't want made
public.  Or was there someone he didn't want to know that his file had
been opened? He was on his feet and standing by the door, exhibiting a
marvelous agility for a man ill to dying from a cough.

"You call for a private copter, then, hear?  I don't want to be seen
talking to no Poldep inspector." He straightened his tunic as they
stepped outside.  "I got some standards." As soon as they had arrived,
Klonski made himself comfortable in a chair in DeVeer's office.

When the computer recorder was turned on, he took the oath to give a
true statement.  (Not, Kelly thought, that the truth was likely to mean
much to a man like Klonski.)  "So I'm sworn in.  Let's get this over
with." DeVeer began austerely, "You're known to have unusual laser
skills.  We have reason to believe that you have perfected a means to
alter or undo freezedry chemical brands on the skin of herd animals."
"What?" Klonski bounced up and down in his chair in amazement and began
to howl with laughter, rolling from side to side, until the tears
streamed down his warty face.  "That is the most ridiculous thing I ever
heard a Poldep say!  Ohhhoo, hnahaha!" He was off again in paroxysms of
mirth.

 With hands lightly clasped on his desk, DeVeer regarded Klonski
patiently while he enjoyed his amusement at their expense.  Getting
madder every moment because she knew this little weasel was a key find,
Kelly wanted to box his ears or kick shins or do something to stop him
laughing with such abandon.  She saw her hope disappearing to the sound
of his cackles.  They merged into a genuine coughing fit.  DeVeer poured
a glass of water and passed it on to Klonski, no emotion whatever on his
face.

"Me?  Rustling?" Klonski demanded when he finally caught his breath.
"Waste my time and know-how changing freeze marks?  Mind you, that's
beyond even me."

"It made a starting point,' DeVeer said, not the least bit disconcerted.
"A man must keep his skills up or lose them.  Right?" "Ri .  .  ."
Klonski began, and then realized he was being indiscreet. He pressed his
lips together.

"However,' DeVeer continued, "you do have laser skills and we do believe
that a laser technique had to be used to alter freeze marks.

Therefore, if you do not wish to be charged with aiding and abetting the
theft of livestock and the illegal transportation of animals, you might
just clear up the point of what you are doing with your special skills.

"Now, wait a minute.  .  ." Klonski began, no longer so arrogant.

"You know the drill, my man.  Rustling's grand larceny, and between
unauthorized planets, it carries a double penalty.  There'd be no
possibility of parole for an offense of this magnitude." He pulled his
console to him and began typing.  "We'll just enter you for a
preliminary, based on those unusual deposits in your credit account."
DeVeer peered at Klonski from under his thick eyebrows.

"You'd never trace the source of those deposits, Klonski said with a
sneer, his confidence somewhat revived.

"Really?" DeVeer asked cheerfully.  "Anything on a computer tape, no
matter which mainframe, can be opened for inspection-especially when a
major crime is involved."

"They told me no one could crack their codes!" Klonski was mutinous with
fear.

"They?" DeVeer asked softly.  "You forget that Poldep has extraordinary
powers to investigate any department, given sufficient cause.  Rustling
is an excellent example." He turned back to his keyboard.

"Stop!" Klonski cried.  DeVeer's face was immutable stone.  "I never
rustled nothing, nor helped no rustlers.

DeVeer pushed the keyboard slightly to one side, folded his arms on his
chest, and gazed at Klonski.

"I'm waiting."

"I need a deal from Poldep.

"Our budget is exceedingly tight this quarter."

"I don't need credit.  I need immunity.  I want an undetectable change
of identity and location." He paused as DeVeer nodded solemnly.  "I
didn't help rustlers, and I sure didn't change freeze marks, "cause you
can't.  But I'll tell you what I did do.  Is that enough to deal?"

"I can't say until I know,' DeVeer said.  "I may just consider your
information sufficient to return you to your current quarters with the
parole violation forgotten."

"I gotta have security." Klonski was so insistent about that point that
Kelly's hopes began to rise again.

"Security you'll get for cooperating with Poldep."

"Okay,' but Klonski's expression indicated he was still dubious.  DeVeer
just waited while Kelly found it hard to restrain herself from jumping
up and shaking the truth out of the weasel.  He gave a nervous cough and
then said, "What I did do was a little patching and splicing of log
tapes.  Nothing that looked illegal."

"For that kind of credit?" DeVeer allowed his face to register
disbelief.

"And .  .  ." Klonski hesitated, his eyes darting from DeVeer to Kelly.
She tried to look encouraging.  "And.  .  .  I showed "em how to
neutralize sec\irity systems."

"Really?" DeVeer's response was mild, but Kelly had to grip the arms of
the chair to keep from jumping up in exultation.  "I thought your
specialty was improving such systems." Feeling slightly more confident,
Klonski grinned, showing badly discolored and jagged teeth.

"Improve, disimprove.  Same techniques needed."

"Who?"

"You think I'm stupid, Polly?  No blinding way do I name names.  You
find "em yourself with all your extraordinary powers." He leered smugly.
"We made a deal. And I don't say nothing more.  I got rights, too, you
know."

"However, for a new location, new name, and the right to retain the
credits in your account, you might nod your head if I drop a familiar
name or two?" Klonski was not too pleased to be probed so deeply but he
didn't deny further assistance.

DeVeer pulled over a flimsy.

"Your file indicates that you worked for Spacedep before your first
prison term,' the Poldep inspector said conversationally.

Klonski gave a sharp nod of his head and darted a glance at Kelly.

"You were in Research and Development, is that correct?" Klonski did not
hesitate to nod, since that was known fact.  "Wasn't old Bert Landreau
in charge of R&D?" Kelly hoped that DeVeer noticed the shuttered look
that altered Klonski's expression.

"Isn't his son an Admiral now?" DeVeer went on in that deceptively
casual fashion.  This time KIonski's head moved as if physically
restricted.  "I think that about covers it, Klonski,' DeVeer said more
briskly.  "You'll be moved in the morning to similar quarters in a
different sector.  New ID will be issued and KlonskiiBoronov will be
listed as deceased, cause of death, a fatal respiratory condition.

Does that suit you?" Klonski's nod was enthusiastic.

"I'll have you returned in an ambulance to your current residence.

Tomorrow a reputable firm of undertakers will arrive and your "corpse"
will be removed for the benefit of any observers." DeVeer pressed a
button on his comunit and a uniformed constable appeared in the door.

"Medical escort is to be provided for this person, Constable.  Do you
wish a guard?" Klonski snorted in his arrogance.  "No one could get in
my place!" Then he clamped his mouth shut, shooting a quick glance at
the rigidly attentive constable.

"Use the discreet exit from the block, Constable."

"Very good, sir. This way, sir,' and-the constable gestured courteously
for Klonski to follow him.

"We got a deal, Polly,' Klonski said, turning in the door and jabbing
his finger at DeVeer, who nodded acknowledgment.

The door hissed shut behind him and Kelly bounced out of the chair in
her elation.

"He admitted it.  Those log tapes were altered.

Todd and Hrriss are innocent."

"Do calm yourself, Miss Green,' DeVeer said, flicking off the recorder.
"This is only the beginning of what is going to be a very difficult
investigation."

"But he said he altered log tapes and tinkered with security systems.
Don't you see what that means?"

"I see what you wish it to mean, but the wish is not always parent to
the proof.  However, such statements do cast doubt on the authenticity
of the logs in question.  Nor did he give us any inkling as to which
security systems he has adjusted."

"But don't you see?  It has to be the DoonaiRrala satellites.  That
would explain how rustlers could get in and out with livestock and be
undetected!"

"Oh, I take that point, Miss Green.  But it doesn't solve the matter of
mismarked hides, does it?"

"No, it doesn't,' Kelly said, and then started to giggle, covering her
mouth with her hand and shooting an anxious look at DeVeer. "Klonski was
so indignant to be taken for a rustler!"

"I have discovered, Miss Green, that there is a certain form of honor
among thieves."

"Well, then, honest men ought not to be discredited, should they?"
DeVeer regarded her kindly after that vehement declaration.  "No, they
should not.  I shall consider it my prime obligation and most urgent
priority to assist you in clearing the good reputations of those two
young persons.  But,' and he held up his hand warningly when Kelly
exclaimed her joy aloud, "to prove that Klonski did, in fact, use his
skill on the tapes in question and on the Doonan security satellites is
going to take time."

"We don't have time,' Kelly said in a despairing wail.  "The Councillors
will bring Todd and Hrriss to trial any day now. And then there's the
Treaty negotiations.  .  .  The charges against Todd and Hrriss were
planned to coincide with this critical period.  My home is at stake,
Inspector DeVeer."

"So you are a Doonan colonial?" Kelly sighed for her indiscretion.

Not unkindly, he smiled.  "Doona must fall or stand on its own merits,
but clearly the odds against it have been staked by what does appear to
be a genuine conspiracy.  Personally I have had doubts about the
Experiment, but I was old enough to experience the repercussions of the
Siwanna Tragedy, so perhaps I'm not entirely without prejudice.

But I try to overcome what I know to have been early conditioning.

I think it's a mistake to mix two such advanced races."

"But that's the best kind to mix,' Kelly exclaimed.

"Equal intelligence and parallel'societies with similar aims and mutual
respect.

"But Hrrubans are much more powerful than we smaller Humans.  And their
technology more advanced. "Not in the same direction ours is.

So we've learned from each other.

"They have not granted us that transportation system of theirs .

.  -"

"And we have not given them the right to build our more sophisticated
spaceship engines, so I think we're even on the question of space
travel."

"You argue well, Miss Green."

"I've specialized knowledge to back up my arguments, Mr.  DeVeer."

"I trust that events will conspire to let us continue.

I have never met a more devoted adherent of the Experiment.

But, in my estimation, the appalling Siwanna Tragedy has not been
diminished by the short period of Doona's success." He brought himself
up short.  "You remind me of my daughter.

She argues for her causes with all her heart, too.

And you've risked much to lay your case before me." He rose to his feet,
signalling an end to their discussion.

"I'd risk a lot more!" Kelly got to her feet and shrugged out of Poldep
black.  "Can you let me know how your investigations progress?

Or do you no longer consider me your special deputy?"

"That deputization will be in force for the remainder of your stay on
Earth, but I'd prefer that you didn't wander into a situation where I
have to notice you officially.  I'll be in touch with the communications
number that made your appointment with me.  And by the way,' he said,
"next time, please obtain permission to visit Earth.  If you have a
legitimate reason, or an invitation, there isn't any problem." Kelly
smiled.  "You are thorough.

"I like to think that I am, Miss ah, Green." He actually winked at her
and she wondered if he had discovered her real identity but thought
better about asking.  "The amnesty policy is scrupulously maintained."
"Can that cover my "sources of information," too?" DeVeer frowned
slightly, then his face cleared.

"You did mention that there's someone about to whistle-blow, didn't you?
We'll see that your friends are protected if at all possible.  I expect
there'll be a great deal of housecleaning before this matter is
concluded.  An official privacy seal is not meant to conceal capital
crimes such as grand larceny and security tampering." DeVeer took her
hand.  "I am grateful to you for your information.

Poldep does need the help of all honest citizens, otherwise where would
we be?  Thank you, Miss Green." Kelly grinned at him, positive that he
did know who she really was.  "Thank you, sir." She spent the night
curled up on Dalkey's hard mattress, dreaming of snaking tapes with
matched ends that then split apart to reattach themselves to other loose
ends, and satellite spheres with the face of Askell Klonski, and each
wart on his face another capped sensor.

The medical supply warehouse was in a section of Corridor and Aisle that
Kelly had never visited before.  She had to descend on a packed elevator
through several levels, through the newer, smaller residences of Labor
workers, and then pattered off the elevator into the manufacturing zone.
Her fellow passengers, mostly maintenance workers for the Air Recycling
Service, marched past her in a single mass, almost as if they were stuck
together from being squeezed in the elevator.

The noise control standards had evidently been waived for this level,
and so had the air purification ordinances.  Hooting and wailing from
machinery battled with the deafening thrum of turbines and the
cumulative babble of Human voices.  This Corridor was full of unrelieved
gray and black buildings.  They looked clean enough-no graffiti, no
layers of dirt or filth-but they left her with the feeling that if she
touched anything her fingers would come away filmed with soot.

Kelly found the address Nrrna had written down for her and slipped past
the great open doors.

Inside was the largest single room she had yet seen on Earth.  The
raftered ceiling loomed the full height of the level.  Hundreds of men
and women in drab bodysuits and heavy gloves passed her in pursuit of
their various tasks.  Pallet loaders, large, small, and staggeringly
huge, rolled around the floor, picking up crates and packages from
teetering stacks of merchandise.  The scale of the warehouse amazed her.
The entire Doona Launch Center could fit in the middle of this vast
facility, and leave room for its normal day's operation on every side,
and this facility only forwarded medical supplies to outer worlds.

Stinking of hot oil, the forklifts trundled great bales of goods into
giant freight elevators, for conveyance to the lower levels for
distribution, or to the surface, where they could be loaded into
spaceships.  Neither of these two destinations was appropriate for
Kelly.  She needed to find where a particular small delivery was being
prepared.  The Hrruban Center grid was only a few meters square.

She had fitted herself out with a clipboard and a small parcel, wrapped
under Dalkey's instruction and sealed with a Spacedep logo they had cut
out from a discarded film copy.  The box was filled with food from his
synthesizer.  Alter two unappetizing meals of the stuff at Dalkey's
flat, she hoped she wouldn't have to eat it, but who knew how long it
would be before she could be rescued from the container?  Nrrna might
have to wait for solitude to open the crate.

"Is this the shipment for Doona?" Kelly asked in a bored tone,
consulting her clipboard.  "I've got a parcel to add to it.  Spacedep,'
she added with a nice touch of apathy.

The man glanced up at her with equal disinterest.

"Nope.  Try dock sixteen."

"Is this the shipment for Doona?" Kelly inquired at dock sixteen.

"It is." The short woman directing the lowering of boxes from one side
of the dock onto a pallet glanced back over her shoulder at the tall
mousyhaired girl.  "Why?" Kelly's heart gave a little jolt within her.
"I, uh, have a package to go on it.  Spacedep."

"There's nothing in my manifest from Spacedep for Doona,' the woman
said, tapping the clipboard she held under her arm.

Kelly pretended disgust.  "Well, it was handed over to me this morning
to make sure it got aboard." The woman stopped and flipped open the
clipboard.  It was full of neat documents, all sealed at the bottom by
the departments of authorization.

"Codep; Healthdep; Healthdep, that's not here yet; Aireldep; Healthdep.
.  ." She turned each one over until she came to the last one.  "No,
nothing from Spacedep.  You must have the wWng order." The woman looked
up, but her queflst was gone.

Shrugging, the woman turned back to her bales.

While the woman's attention was focused on the documentation, Kelly had
slipped away and squeezed between two large boxes.  One of the crates
heading for Doona was only half full.  Nrrna had arranged for Healthdep
on Earth to send just enough sterile gloves to fill half a standard case
but too many to be crated in a smaller container.

Nrrna and Kelly calculated that there should be enough room for her to
fit.  Kelly began to look at labels to find the Healthdep shipment.

She found it by the logo - a cross and crescent in a circle marked on a
blue crate.  She tapped out the security code on the small comp,
wriggled into the crate, and pulled the lid down over her, hearing the
whirr as the cover locked itself again.  Now all she had to do was try
to make herself comfortable, and she would be home in hours.

The muffled sounds around her crate got louder, so she had a bit of
warning before the box rose into the air and swung wildly from side to
side.  One of the cranes wa doing the transfer.  Kelly had the
terrifying sensation of flying through the air, followed by a bump that
tossed packages of the flimsy gloves all around her.  The plastic
envelopes stuck to her clothes, hair, and face.  She peeled them off,
and cupped her hands over her face to keep from being suffocated by the
flying packages.

As soon as the case was fastened down on the pallet, the gloves settled.
She burrowed her way into the packages until only her head and her
shoulders were jammed against the side of the box, her feet propped
against the lower end and her knees under her chin.  Not the most
comfortable of positions and she tried to make herself believe that
claustrophobia was a small price to pay for the success of her illegal
voyage.

The crate jerked again as it started to move sideways, bumping Kelly's
head.  The whole pallet must be on its way to the Hrruban Center.  She
could hear the squeak of unoiled wheels as it was pushed onto the
transportation grid which rattled under her buttocks.  She had little
room in which to relieve cramped muscles and half wished that she'd
asked Inspector DeVeer to arrange legitimate transport for her back to
Doona.  But that would have required too many explanations and too much
time by ordinary Human spaceship.  However uncomfortable, at least this
trip would be instantaneous.

Through the sides of the crate, she could hear the low rumble of
Hrringa's voice, asking for the cargo manifests.  She hoped he didn't
have to search each package before sending it.  No, she merely heard the
telltale beeping of the bomb detector as it was swept over the bales,
and then it trundled sideways again.  Kelly hoped her bale wouldn't be
sent somewhere else in error.  All she could do now was wait and try not
to worry.

At least she didn't see the transfer mist or feel nauseated by the
dislocation amid her padding of glove packets.

CHAPTER 7

B NRRNA WAITED AT ThE TRANSPORT station.  She was trying to appear calm,
but she could not control the nervous twitching of her tail tip, a
giveaway to anyone watching her.  She was no longer of an age where she
could have held her tail between her hands to subdue its reaction to her
mood.

The Hrruban male who was in charge of the transport grid had passed a
few pleasantries with her, but he had to keep his attention on his job,
and not on the very attractive female hovering nearby.

The timetable on transmissions and receptions was very tight.  Two
sendings could not be received on the grid at the same time.  If one
overlapped another, he had to put it on hold until the first one was
entirely received.

"The medical shipment is not due from Earth for another thirty minutes,'
he said once again.

"I know that,' Nrrna said, dropping her jaw in an appealing smile to
belie her nervousness.  "It is very important that I take delivery as
soon as possible.

There's quite a lot of fur flying over letting the supply of sterile
gloves get so low."

"Hmm,' grunted the technician, unimpressed.

Everyone was always in a hurry.  Her tail began to twitch impatiently.

The Treaty Controller, clad in his magnificent red robes, appeared out
of a corridor and addressed the technician, who stood to attention.

Nrrna slipped into the shadows of the terminal to keep from being
noticed.  "Hasn't the transmission from Hrruba arrived yet?" the
Controller asked.

The operator made the proper bow to such an important Hrruban.

"No, honored sir.  It is scheduled to arrive in three dots.  You do not
have long to wait.

I could have notified you if you had called me."

"Hmm,' the Treaty Controller growled his dissatisfaction.  His eyelids
lowered halfway over glaring green.  "I was informed that it would be
here at half past the tenth hour. The grid operator courteously gestured
to the display of quartz timers, synchronized with grid transporter
terminals in the other spheres of Hrruban autonomy.  "That time
approaches rapidly, honored sir,' he said, his voice hoarse.

The Controller turned away from the nervous young Hrruban and noticed
Nrrna.  To distract the grid operator, she had put on some of her most
attractive ornaments, and a spicy cologne which approximated the
pheromones of mating.  She had not counted on anyone else coming along,
espedally not the Treaty Controller.  At once she assumed a position
both humble and hardworking, hoping he would look away.  To her. horror,
she saw his nostrils flare as he scented her.

"Rrrmmm,' he purred, moving toward her.  "And who is this?  what is your
name, lovely one?" Flustered, she murmured her name, and was gently
asked to repeat it.  "Nrrna."

"Nrrna.  A soft name for a soft pelt.  I find you most attractive,
Nrrna." He rubbed his hand alon the length of her arm.  Offended by the
familiarity of the contact, she moved her arm, trying not to give
deliberate insult.  After all, she was wearing a provocative scent.

"You honor me, sir, but I am already promised."

"Surely no single male will be sufficient to relieve one as young and
feminine as you, Nrrna,' the Controller said, pitching his voice
intimately.  "I would be the one honored if you would choose to favor me
with your company." Nrrna looked to the grid operator for assistance,
but he had folded his ears tight to his head in an effort not to
overhear.  which was only discreet of him, Nrrna had to admit.  Why had
she chosen such an alluring scent?  She really had left herself open to
offers.  The operator she could have teased, but it would be most unwise
of her to lead on the Treaty Controller.

"Please, sir, I am prom5sed as lifemate." She hadn't wanted to admit
that yet.  Particularly not to this old male.  She edged away.

He sidled closer to her, and she could feel the heat of his body against
hers and the rising scent of his sensual response to her condition.  "I
am not yet at full cycle,' she added as coolly as she could.  Indeed she
was a few weeks away from her season and sexual activity would be
distasteful.  He had no right to be harassing her.

"Really?" and the Controller looked genuinely surprised.  "I think
perhaps you have misjudged your readiness, soft Nrrna,' the Controller
suggested in a low voice.  "My quarters are most comfortable." He was a
much older male, with persuasive ways that should overwhelm such a young
and obviously inexperienced female.

She shifted away from him, revolted by his manner.  Any decent male
would have desisted, but this old stoker obviously didn't recognize a
genuine denial.

"The transmission from Earth,' the operator announced.

With the agility of her youth, Nrrna sprang toward the pallet in a
graceful leap that took the Controller totally by surprise.  With her
own hands, she helped the operator roll the crate off the transport grid
to make room for the next transmissn.

However, the Controller, not to be done out of his prize, followed her.
Ignoring him, she opened the top crate, which did not contain Kelly, and
began to inventory the materials very slowly, checking each box several
times as she marked it off on her list.

"One box of size OO sutures, one box of size 0 sutures, four cases of
plas-skin .

"You haven't answered my question yet, Nrrna,' the Treaty Controller
pressed.

She gave him a smile.  "All thought of personal indulgence must give way
to duty, honored sir." She paused to give him the most courteous and
coolest of bows.  "You must forgive my diligence but it is my first
position and I cannot discredit my Stripe with less than my closest
attention.  Everything must be inventoried before it can be transported
to the village center." She began her count over, glancing from the
clipboard to the pallet with an anxious expression.  "One box of size OO
sutures, one box of size 0 sutures .

"I thought you needed to get this to the medical center as quickly as
you could,' complained the operator, wondering that the pretty female
was silly enough to ignore a Controller.

"As soon as it is counted,' Nrrna said firmly.

"Earth must be notified promptly if the count is short." Once again, she
began at the top of her list.

Just as the Treaty Controller moved in to pursue her, the grid bell
rang.

"Honored sir, the transmission from Hrruba!" On the grid platform a
cluster of small boxes appeared.  The Treaty Controller bent over them
and straightened up with an exclamation of selfsatisfaction, one of the
document cases clutched in his hands.  "Yes, this will ensure the number
of days is finite." He glanced at Nrrna, who was still pantomiming a
diligent inventory and walked over to her.  "Silly stripe,' he said in a
voice low enough to reach her ears only, "you would do better to accept
my protection and virility so that I can provide well for you when you
have to return to Hiruba.  It is not too late to reconsider."

"My Stripe has a long tradition of honoring its promises,' Nrrna said
with a swift sideways glance toward him before returning to her
inventory check. Halfway between checking off a film tape for educating
small children about bacteria control and reaching for the next film in
the stack, she heard an annoyed snort, and the Treaty Controller swept
away, holding the small document box.  She sighed with relief.

"My goods are all accounted for,' she told the grid operator.

"Will you transport me and this shipment now to First Village?" The
gesture with which the irritated technician directed her onto the
platform showed that he would be very glad indeed to get rid of her.

For her sake, he had nearly had to annoy the Treaty Controller.

No male, not even a Treaty- Controller, should persist when a female has
made her disinterest so plain.  He would be glad to see the last of both
of them and the end of a possible disgraceful incident.

The moment that the village coalesced around Nrrna, she shoved the crate
off the grid and tapped the code to open it.  Kelly exploded up in the
midst of a snowstorm of plastic packets.  They were plastered all over
her like wet leaves.

"Oh, my poor neck,' she groaned.  "This was such a good idea but neither
of us counted on sweat and plastic suffocation.  I hope I don't offend
your nose."

"I am so glad you are all right,' Nrrna said, trying hard to keep her
nostrils from flaring at the reek of the Hayuman.  She couldn't help her
current odoriferousness and Nrrna helped Kelly out.

"I would not have left you in it so long, but that wretched ol' cat'-and
Kelly blinked at such an epithet coming from the gentle and polite
Nrrna-'of a Controller was revoltingly offensive!" Nrrna almost spat in
outrage and Kelly could see every single hair of her stripe was standing
up.

Nrrna began to pick the static-charged packets off Kelly's hair and
clothes.  Each time she tried to put a pile down, they seemed to spring
back to adhere to her fur.  when Kelly tried to help, it only made
matters worse.  The packets merely transferred themselves from Nrrna to
Kelly.  Frustration gave way to laughter and then Nrrna thought of
moistening her hands, and when that seemed to help, Kelly wet hers and
they began to divest themselves of their unusual decorations.

"I heard him, the old tomcat,' Kelly said, grinning at Nrrna.

"But he's a persistent bugger, isn't he?  I thought males didn't bother
females without permission.

"It's partly my fault,' Nrrna said.  "I used too much of a provocative
scent."

"Not to get his attention, I'll warrant." Nrrna wrinkled her nose.  "The
operator was too well mannered to pursue me, but it kept him interested
until white muzzle interfered."

"All's well that ends well. But remind me not to ride in a crate again,'
Kelly said when the last of the gloves were stuffed back into their
container, and the top was clamped down again.  "I also caught that bit
about you reconsidering him so he could provide for you when you had to
return to Hrruba.

What's happened since I left here?"

"Nothing,' Nrrna said, but she was as worried about his phraseology as
Kelly was.  Possibly more than Kelly was, for she had lived on Rrala all
her life and the quarters of her clan on Hrruba were very crowded.

"what was he waiting to collect?  Did you see?"

"A document box.

Well covered with Third Speaker seals, that much I did notice."

"Neither the Treaty Controller nor Third Speaker is a supporter of the
colony. Strikes me as odd that that Stripe should be in control with
Treaty Renewal approaching.  I wonder what kind of documents were in
that box. "I don't know how we'd find out, but I'd better complete this
shipment without any more delay." Nrrna spoke into a radio unit which
was hooked to her belt, contacting the Health Center's operator.

 "They will send a flitter for the shipment.  Now, did you have any luck
on Terra?"

"I sure did, Nrrna.  We've got a Poldep inspector on our side, willing
to look into certain oddities that came to light.  I want to tell the
Reeves, but I'll meet you later at Hrriss's so I only have to tell this
twice, but tell him I got good news." She was stretching and working her
arms and legs to relieve the kinks.  "I never could have found out so
much without your help, Nrrna.  You've been a star!  See you soon." With
a final wave, Kelly jogged off toward the Friendship Bridge on her way
to collect Calypso and make her way to the Reeve Ranch.

Todd took one look at her and yelled, "what did you do to your hair?"
"My hair?" she shrieked back at him, hand to her head before she
remembered the rinse.  "I couldn't go back to Earth in my own hair and
expect to be unnoticed!"

"To Earth?" he roared, white-faced with shock.

when he had finished bawling her out for the risks she had taken, she
got just as angry right back at him for not letting her deliver her good
news.

"In the first place, I was never in danger, Todd Reeve.  In the second
place, I got more information than I ever thought I'd get, and thirdly,
we got Inspector DeVeer actively pursuing an investigation on our
behalf."

"Is that Kelly Solinari with you, Todd?" Pat called, and rushed into the
room, her expression both anxious and relieved.  "Young woman, where
have you been?  Your family's been worried sick about you.

And what have you done to your hair?"

"It washes out and I left my parents a note to say I'd be away a few
days.  Didn't they get it?" At that moment, Ken Reeve came bursting into
the room.  "Robin was right.

It was Calypso tearing up the road.  where have you been?  And what did
you do to your hair?"

"I dyed it!  And if you'll all drop out of panic mode, I'll tell you why
I dyed it and where I've been and what I've been doing,' Kelly yelled
back, glaring at all of them.  Then she turned less aggressively to Pat.
"That is, if I can have a drink to soothe my throat after all the
shouting I have to do in this house to get listened to." It was Todd who
provided the jwce and then sat down at the table, where she began the
recital of her inquiries.

"Nrrna helped?" Todd interrupted as she began.

Then, "How well did you know this Dalkey?  Can you trust him?"

"I probably shouldn't have mentioned his name, Kelly said tartly, "but I
trust you not to repeat it.

And not to get stupid about me approaching the only one I felt could
help us.  And he's still helping us, or rather Inspector DeVeer is."
"Cool it, Todd,' Ken said in an aside.  "Continue, Kelly." She did but
was aware that Todd was uncharacteristically morose until she got to the
part about DeVeer taking her with him to interrogate Klonski.

"You see, we were all working on the wrong assumption,' she said,
looking at Ken, "that the brands had been altered somehow.  Even Kiachif
thought Klonski might be able to do that but he didn't.  In fact, he
burst out laughing at the very notion that he was being accused of
rustling." The others didn't quite seem to see the humor in that, so she
continued.  "He did much worse.  ..  all to incriminate you,' and now
she turned her gaze to Todd to see the dawning of hope in his eyes.

"Klonski altered the log tapes .  .  .  By the way, which of you handed
them over to Rogitel?"

"Neither of us did.  He removed them from the unit himself,' Todd said.

"Well, then, that's when he switched them." Todd opened his mouth to
protest.  "You know, you're right.  He bundled the log box into a
plastic sack and carried it off in a proprietary fashion.  I didn't
think about it till now and I was certainly too shocked at all he was
flinging at Hrriss and me to think his manner odd. Kelly nodded.  "It
had to be Rogitel substituting the altered tapes and at that moment,
since the ship had been properly sealed.  I wonder where your real log
went."

"Into the nearest vat of acid,' Todd said with a deep sigh.

"Possibly not,' Ken suggested thoughtfully.  "Go on, Kelly.  what else
did Klonski do?" Her eyes glowed.  "This is sort of the best part.

He altered satellite security modes."

"He what?" Ken lifted off his chair and Todd stared at her as if she had
suddenly changed shape.

"Don't know how, do know why,' she went on.

"To let the rustlers in and out,' Ken continued, throwing both arms in
the air at such an obvious explanation.

"Klonski was rather proud of that.  And DeVeer has it all on tape!"
Kelly said, grinning broadly.

"Is DeVeer really on our side, Kelly?" Ken asked, his expression grim.

"I think so, sir,' Kelly replied.  "He admitted he doesn't really like
the Doona Experiment.  He was alive when the Siwanna Tragedy occurred
but he also admitted that colored his opinions.  But,' and she waggled
her finger at all three Reeves, "he's out to crush the rustling because
too many uninoculated animals are being transported illegally.

And he said the incidents of rustling had increased all out of
proportion.  He couldn't figure out why."

"I brought the illegal hides to him .

"And I've been squaring my eyeballs trying to match missing horses to
those hides with duplicate Reeve marks." Ken brought his fist down on
the table so smartly that it startled everyone else.  "Okay, we've had
the wrong end of the stick.  Kiachif gave me a clue in reporting Mark
Aden helping to load that leopard Apple for export.  He was also about
the height you are now, Todd, dark-haired and blue eyes, and to Zapatans
that description also fits you.  Let's assume that Mark rustled while he
worked for me.

So he probably stashed unmarked foals, born in the pastures, in some
blind canyon.  He had the run of our ranch as well as our neighbors'. He
could have picked up unbranded foals from all over.

Every breeder expects a few mares to abort in a year or lose their foals
to mdas before we round "em up for branding.  But just one or two from
fifty or so ranches, and that'd make a nice shipment offworld.

Especially if someone is turning off the satellite tape-or however your
Klonski rigged the system, and your rustler's away with no one the
wiser."

"Spacedep is involved up to its armpits,' Kelly said, "and I think
Inspector DeVeer is going to prove it.  which reminds me, I promised my
friend Dalkey that I'd sponsor him to Doona."

"You did?" Todd gave her the queerest look she'd ever seen on his face.

"How else can we repay him for the help he's given?"

"If there is a Doona for him to come to,' Todd said in a bleak tone.
"Neither Hrriss nor I is cleared "You will be!" Kelly said emphatically.

"Kelly, this family can never properly repay you, Pat said, tears of
relief in her eyes.  She dabbed at them with the edge of the dish towel
she had had in her hand when she heard Kelly arrive.

"We're neighbors, aren't we?" Kelly replied, struggling not to get too
sentimental.  Wanting very much to hear Todd commend her.  "And it's
Hrriss and Todd who've been jeopardized.  I don't let my friends get
done over.  How much more time dowe have before the trial?" She looked
at Ken Reeve because she couldn't look at Todd, who still faced that
ordeal unless lots of things fell into place in the next few days.

"We've not yet been informed,' Ken said in a taut voice.  Then his face
broke into a relieved smile and he leaned forward with his elbows on the
table.

"Look, we can't do much about the satellite .  .

"Kiachif?" Todd asked, also leaning forward, his expression alert even
if he wouldn't look at Kelly next to him.

"Possibly,' Ken said, "and I don't know how we'd locate the genuine log
tape -, "Emma Sumitral?" Pat suggested, her eyes brighter with hope than
with tears.

"I can ask, but now we concentrate our efforts on finding where stolen
livestock could have been hidden."

"Tadpole in a tangle of tiddlers,' Todd said, "but there'd have to be
water, good grass, some sort of shelter.  .  "Well off all known trails,
especially snake ones,' Kelly added.  "But every rancher'll help now."

"They've all been helping.  . ." And Todd inadvertently turned his head
toward her.

Kelly held her breath, not wanting to turn away from the look in his
eyes, keen again and as intense as they got when he was thinking
rapidly, as he did on a Snake Hunt, examining and rejecting
alternatives.

He was her buoyant, marvelous, alive Todd again.

He lifted his body from the chair in a lithe movement.  "I'll send out a
revised message, for mares that ought to have foaled and didn't come in
with foal at foot.  Let's see how many come up missing on that data!"
"No, son,' and Ken grabbed Todd's arm as he passed.  "You'll saddle up
Gypsy and go out hunting for likely places to stash livestock.  Pat, you
send out a blanket message to all ranches to be on the lookout for such
storage spots, and also query folks about barren mares.  Kelly, will you
ask your father and brothers to help?"

"I'll go there first, but I promised Nrrna that I'd come over and give
Hrriss the good news as soon as I'd told you." She dared look at Todd
again.

"You were nearer Hrriss if you came in on the village grid,' he said.

Kelly cocked her head at him, thought she wanted to shake him out of his
stasis.  Couldn't he see what her priority was?  She planted her fists
at her belt so she wouldn't do something drastic in front of his
parents.  "I've got my priorities in order, Todd Reeve.  Hrriss doesn't
ranch horses." With that she pushed past him and out of the house, down
the steps, and vaulted to Calypso's back before she thought what she was
doing.

"Hey .  Kelly?" Todd's plaintive, puzzled call followed her down the
track.

when he went back into the house, he saw the amused expressions on his
parents' faces.  "what'd I do to upset her?"

"For a bright man, you can be as dense as two planks,' his mother said,
and took herself back to the kitchen.

Todd looked at his father, who was making strangled noises.

"I think, son, it's more what you didn't do that's upset her.  And you
should get your priorities right.

But not now.  Now we got some rustler pens to find.

You'll have time to apologize to Kelly later."

"Apologize?" Ken turned his son around and shoved him toward the door.
"Saddle my horse when you're tacking Gypsy.  Tell Lon what we're going
to look for and let's get going!" Ken's voice raised to a triumphant
shout as Todd pitched forward and out the door from his father's hefty
push.

what he should apologize to Kelly for bothered him as soon as he set off
in the southeasterly direction his father had appointed him to search so
that he could stay within the Reeve Ranch limits for more klicks than if
he went west ornorth.

Perhaps he ought to have been more effusive in his thanks, but he'd been
so scared that Kelly had done something stupid-which she had, only it
worked out right-or been abducted-which was not really a possibility,
but in his anxiety he had imagined all kinds of gory fates.  She really
had come up a heroine to smuggle herself back to Earth on a Hrruban
grid.  .  .  he ground his teeth, knowing that she had faced a sentence
of life on a penal world if she'd been caught.  why hadn't she gone to
one of those girlfriends she'd told him about?  who was this Dalkey
Petersham?  why would she sponsor a Terran to Doona, a Terran working in
Spacedep?  It was analogous to inviting Jilamey Landreau to a weekend at
her family's lake cabin.

And this DeVeer Polly!  who hadn't really listened to his father when he
reported hides that didn't match their records.  They had got the wrong
end of that stick, l right.  Stupid not to have tumbled to the
duplications.  Kiachif once again to the rescue.  Only then did Todd
become aware that Gypsy's gallop was slowing.  Gently he eased the gray
to a more sedate pace.  No sense taking his frustration out on his
horse.  He gave Gypsy's neck several affectionate slaps to reassure him
and kneed him toward the nearest height.  It commanded a good view over
to the next range of hills.  As he reined Gypsy in, he looked out over
the land, peaceful and greening up well.  More mares would be foaling.

An odd noise attracted both him and Gypsy a the same time, the horse
pricking his ears anc turning his head to the right.  An echo it was, a
has, echo, too loud for a nearby mda.  The sounc gathered intensity, and
suddenly, out of the fold 0 the hills before him, he saw the pointed
snout of  shuttle angling upward.  It pulled up above the hills1

its engines roaring, thrusters blazing.

Todd sent Gypsy down the hill at a gallop while he grabbed for his radio
and called the ranch.

"Mom!  Notify Martinson at once.  A shuttle jusi illegally lifted off
our property.  I'm going to see ii there are any traces of stock near
the launch burn."

"what?  Are you sure, Todd?"

"Mom!  Don't argue.

Tell Martinson to monitor the tracking satellites.  They can catch him
as he leaves the atmosphere." Despite the clip at which he pushed Gypsy,
it took him nearly an hour to reach the launch spot.

what he saw there made him weep, but it was also incontrovertible truth
that someone had been rustling Reeve livestock.  Concealed in a fold of
the hill, where trees formed a screen, a paddock had been fenced, the
posts and rails so well disguised by shrubs, some of them rroamal, that
Ken, or Todd, or Lon could have ridden by here every day and never
noticed the setup.  They wouldn't have looked past the rroamal to the
glade, for horses avoided that plant as carefully as Humans did.

Water had been piped into a big barrel, fitted with a stopcock.

Dung dotted the little glade, enough for twenty or so horses, just the
number to make a nice profit for the rustler's efforts.  But not nIl the
horses had been loaded and that's what upset Todd the most.

Three yearlings, well grown, freeze-marked with the Reeve brand, lay on
the ground.  One had a broken neck-probably caused fighting to resist
being loaded, for the rope burns on head and neck were obvious.  The
other two had broken legs.  The nails that had been driven between their
eyes into their skulls had not been removed.  Todd shuddered.

Circling the corral, Todd also found the bleach marks that freeze-brand
chemicals made when carelessly spilled.

His radio bleeped.

"Todd?" It was Lon.

"They caught "em?"

"Nothing, Todd,' and Lon's voice sounded as savage as Todd felt.  "Linc
Newry says there was no alarm from the orbiters."

"But that's impossible.  I saw it launch.  There has to be traces of
that!" "I'll patch Linc through to you,' Lon said, and Todd was too
enraged to bother to hold the handset from his ear to avoid the
high-pitch squeal as the patch to the Launch Center was made.

"I know you think you saw something, Todd,' Newry said apologetically
but firmly.  "But no ships took off Doona today at all and none were
scheduled to land."

"Linc, I know what I saw!  I know what I see about me right now-three
dead yearlings with nails driven through their skulls because one had a
broken neck and two had broken legs.  Check your readouts, will ya?
Check your equipment Todd almost suggested that Linc check for tampering
but that would be premature.

He knew Linc Newry too well to suspect the man was in league with
Doona's detractors, but this was the time to stand pat and let someone
with clout, like DeVeer, handle that end of the business.

"Todd, I'm serious.  Nothing came through the atmosphere.  All readings
are normal.  But you can be sure I'll keep my eyes peeled to the gauges.

Could be they only up-and-overed.  Maybe they had another rendezvous but
they won't leave Doona without my seeing "em tonight.

"You're probably right.  They up-and-overed.

Thanks, Linc.  Over and out!" He held the radio away from his ear as the
connection ended, then dialed Lon again.

"Ouch,' Lon said.  "I didn't disconnect.  I heard what he said, Todd,
and I heard what you said.

Fardling bastards!  When I get my hands on "em .  - Give me your
whereabouts.  We'll join you to film the evidence.  Got any idea whose
they were rustling?"

"The one with the broken neck is a leopard Appaloosa,' Todd said, his
shoulders sagging at the irony.

Uncharacteristically loud voices echoed in the Council room of the
Speakers of Hrruba.  Third Speaker raised his voice to be heard above
them all.  He was getting old, but fury gave his throat the power to
shout down his opponents who were arguing over his tirade against Rrala.
Only the banging of the gavel of First Speaker Hrruna put an end to the
snarling and growls.

"That is enough,' First Speaker said in a very soft voice.  "Third
Speaker, will you give substance to your demand that Rra}a be
disbanded?"

"You have all read the report from the Treaty Controller,' Third said,
raking his fellow administrators with a glare which stopped short just
before it fell on First Speaker.  "One of our most prominent young
diplomats is involved in a disgraceful situation, in which he is accused
of capital crimes, in violation both of the Treaty of Rrala and of
Hrruban Law.  Hrrss theft!  Robbery from interdicted worlds!  He has
been corrupted by his Hayuman companion.  I have been getting full
reports from my representatives on Rrala, and none of it is good news.

It would seem that this is not an isolated case.  Honorable, honest
citizens are being lured into a life of crime by these animals who walk
like Hrrubans!  Rrala must be closed to Hayumans, or all of society will
suffer!"

"Surely responsibility for reporting the actions on Rrala falls to
Second Speaker for External Affairs,' Hrruna said, indicating Hrrto,
seated to his right.

The First Speaker's mane had gone entirely white, but his eyes were as
keen as ever.  "I have already had his report, and it gives me the same
information you offer.

"This information affects Internal Affairs,' Third Speaker said
doggedly.  "Now that the date draws near for Treaty Renewal, when the
Hayumans hope to have it extended, there is a chance to painlessly end
these harmful influences before they do more ill unto the youth of
Hrruba.  I have been besieged by special interest groups here on Hrruba.

This young Hrruban, Hrriss, has been implicated in crimes committed
solely to profit a Hayuman.  We cannot support corruption of this kind.
It is an ill example for our young people.  We must withdraw our support
for the continuation of the Treaty." There was more shouting, and the
First Speaker applied his gavel to its stand.

"I have heard also from Hrruvula, counsel for the accused.  He is
adamant that his clients are innocent of the charges brought against
them and must be allowed to clear their names.  I find that I agree with
him.  Hiriss and Zodd have always acted in honor before."

"A ruse!

Never did trust bareskins." Seventh Speaker for Management was the
newest member of the Council, and of the narrowest stripe.  As a result,
he tried harder than any of the others to follow a, clear mandate from
his constituency rather than make risky decisions on his own.  He was
diligent and the trade figures continued to rise.  So much so, in fact,
that the higher the balance from the benefits of trading under the
Treaty conditions, the more certain he was that the Hayumans were
stealing profit from Hrruban interests.  "They will destroy us."

"I disagree,' said the Fifth Speaker for Health and Medicine.  "1 have
close associations with many Hayuman practitioners in my specialty.

They have provided us with knowledge and techniques we could not have
developed on our own.  They have done nothing but improve our standards.
You cannot deny that mental outlook and physical health have been on the
upswing since the Rrala Experiment began.  Rrala has moved steadily out
of what could have been a terminal situation in the younger generations,
in the main due to interaction with another speaking, thinking race.
Why,' he said, trying to lighten the mood, "if only for the fresh food
alone, the Rralan Experiment should not be ended-certainly not because
of a situation involving one single Hayuman."

"He is representative of his race,' Third Speaker raged, unamused.  He
pounded on the table and pointed a claw at First Speaker.

"The one you considered to be most honorable, above all other Hayumans.
Here, honor is at stake.  what is cohabitation without trust?  We were
warned from the beginning of this unnatural colony, by this Zocid's own
father, that one day Hayumans might try to take what is ours.  what is
more precious than honor?"

"Honor certainly is at stake,' Second Speaker Hrrto agreed.  "The honor
of a Hrruban as well as a Hayuman.  And Hrruban honor requires us to
wait for the results of their trial before we condemn an entire society.
That would be honorable behavior on our part." There was more shouting,
which First Speaker silenced by banging the gavel.

"Very well, we will put it to the vote,' Hrruna said.  "Those in favor
of allowing Hiriss, son of Hirestan, and Zodd Rrev to be proved
innocent, vote aye." Third Speaker held up a hand to stay the voting.

"As a rider to this resolution, let us set a time period in which their
honor must be proved.  A significant date approaches: Treaty Renewal
Day.  If these two have not expunged the stain on their honor by that
day, we must vote against renewal, for the sake of our youth.

Those on Rrala will not be penalized, for other planets have been
opened,' he added, "and they can make homes there, safe from Hayuman
influence." No one spoke to debate that rider, though several faces
reflected dismay.

"Very well, the rider is allowed,' Hiruna said reluctantly, then called
for the vote.  It was overwhelmingly in favor of the motion.

Satisfied, Hrruna nodded.  His eyes were bleak as he addressed Third.

"You may so notify the Treaty Controller of our decision. Third Speaker
bowed.  Probably to hide his true feelings, Hrruna thought sadly.

The Launch Center bar was the perfect place to hold meetings, All
Kiachif thought as he entered the place.  It had small nooks and obscure
corners where private conversations could be held-and the proprietor
debugged his rooms at random intervals.

Kiachif had most opportunely made a gap in his schedule for a long
stopover at Doona; originally to discuss new rulings and profit
principles with the captains who answered to him.  He had acquired a
second purpose which he diligently pursued, leading almost every
conversation to topics that might help Ken Reeve and his boy.

"Well, look at you,' a man said, blinking, as his eyes became accustomed
to the gloom in the bar.

"If I'd known you were already here, Kiachif, I'd have gone to the
Centauris instead."

"what for?" asked Kiachif airily, shaking hands with Captain Feyder.
"We've been there already, with all the best the colony worlds have to
offer.

Tell "em, never compel "em, and you sell "em, that's my motto." The
friendly rivalry between the independent merchant Rog Feyder and All
Kiachif had gone on for years.  Feyder sat down, and Kiachif signalled
to the harman to bring bottles for them both.

"I've got a shipment of unrefined sugar for Doona.  Special order.

Just unloading." Feyder let Kiachif fill his glass, waited till All had
filled his own, and then raised it courteously to his old rival.

"Your health."

"Yours!  Hear unrefined sugar used to make damned fine spirituous
potables.4

"Did it?  Well, we make sure the customers get what they order, don't
we?  Though sometimes you wonder why they pay the freight charges."
"Oh?" Kiachif had long since learned the art of subtle prompting.

"Sugar's the most ordinary thing I have on board.

The damnedest things are getting shipped these days."

"That they are,' Kiachif agreed.  "Last season, I carried a copper
sculpture fifteen meters long to one of the outer agriworlds from Doona.
A commissioned work by the governor to commemorate ten years of the
colony, engraved with the name of every colonist and his
accomplishments.  It was a pain up the afterburners to handle, but
orders are orders!  I hate to see what he'll ask for when twenty-five
rolls around, like Doona's is." "Aye, I wanted to come back for the big
celebration, but I should be worlds away by then,' Feyder said.  "I'm
just here on turnabout, starting me route over from the topside.  No,
when I say strange, I mean the epitome of strange, not ordinary strange.
Listen to this one.  Got a meteorite puncture on my way in from the
outer worlds.  After we sealed it up, I found a container cracked open
in that bay, with the meteorite smack in the middle like a ball through
a glass window.

Splintered the whole damned thing into pieces.

D'you know what had been inside?"

"Not an idea."

"A beacon.  An orbital drone beacon,' said Feyder, slapping his leg. "No
assignment code.  No idea where it came from.  We checked its memory,
and it was hollering Mayday like a pack of banshees.  Did you ever hear
such a thing in your life?"

"By all that's white, bright, and right,- All said, holding on to his
excitement, "that surely is a strange thing to report.  Never heard its
like in all my years in space.  And it didn't have no ID number. you
say?" Feyder was not at all taken in by Kiachifs idle curiosity and gave
him a long sly look.  "Now I can't rightly remember."

"We could both take a look,' Kiachif said.

"So you can see what else I'm hauling and crossship me?  Try another
one, Kiachif. "Surely there must be a little favor!  could do for you,
Rog ol' boy!" Feyder regarded him speculatively.  "Well, now, there's
the matter of the Eighth Sector."

"Oh?" and the single sound dove and swooped up again while Kiachifs eyes
went round as ball bearings.

"Hell, All, you gotta leave some routes open for the independents.

"That's true enough,' Kiachif said, scratching the stubble on his chin.
"I don't want to appear greedy, or restrict free trade .  .  .

You don't happen to have it still on board, do you?" He winked at
Feyder.

"Happen I do.  But you don't get a look at it.  That amadan portmaster's
gone all rules and regs on honest traders and he sealed my hatch when I
told him that I was only here to refuel and get a drink or two.  I can't
unseal till I reach Earth, my next port 0' call."

"Earth, huh?  Is that where your funny gizmo's going?" Feyder drained
his glass, which Kiachif promptly refilled.  "Yup, going to Earth.

Spacedep's the address on the manifest.

"Is that so?"

"It is."

"That's the queerest sort of cargo to carry, I do agree.  A beacon with
no point of origin, screaming a Mayday, if you get what I mean."

"Do you mean to let us have some routes in Eighth, then?" Kiachif
affected hurt innocence.  "Of course, I do.

Soon's you can give me the beacon's ID.  Give you my word,' and he held
up his right, bargain-making hand in promise.

Just then some of Feyder's gangers entered the bar and Kiachif had a
chance to slip away to find Feyder's supercargo, who was an old friend,
and called in a favor he had with that man.  "when you get to Earth,
just make certain you order that box opened in front of the inspectors
because it was "damaged in transit."

"why?" the super wanted to know.

"I'm not going to tell you why, what, or wherefore,' Kiachif insisted,
fending off the man's questions.  "That would be suborning the witness,
if you know what I mean.  I just need an official inquiry into the
contents of that container!  And let me know who picks it up.

That's important, too." He left the Launch Center, looking for Ken.

Only Pat was at the farm, just getting up from the computer and looking
so sick to heart.  Kiachif thought he'd better let her talk her worry
out of her system.  And a drink'd help that process.

"They should be back fairly soon, All,' she said, still distracted and
worried.

"Now, Patricia, why don't you get me a little drink and tell me all
about it?"

"All, you haven't changed in twenty-four years, she said, but she looked
at him, not around him, and he chuckled.

"why should I?"

"I know what you mean, she capped his jovial question with his own
words.  "Perhaps a drink's not a bad idea what with everything that's
happened today."

"You look wore out, Patricia.

You sit.  I'll get the bottle.  Know where you keep it."

"That doesn't surprise me,' she murmured, low enough so he wouldn't hear
her out in the kitchen.

But his low chuckle suggested that he had.  He was back in no time with
the bottle of mlada and two glasses.  "Oh, that's too much for me, All."
"Not a bit of it.  You're paler'n a milk stone and this'll put heart in
you.  Your health!" They touched glasses and she watched in fascination
as half the large tumbler disappeared down his throat while a sip was
all she could swallow.  Still, as it slid down, she felt ∙i!s warmth
easing the tension in her body.

"Now, what's been happening here today?" So she told him, including a
summary of Kelly's activities on Earth, DeVeer's assistance, and
Klonski's admissions.

"Knew that feller was involved in all this.  Shoulda known he'd be put
to better use than changing freeze marks.  Hmmm.  And Todd saw the
shuttle blasting off and it didn't register at the Launch Center?"
Kiachif frowned deeply.  "That do sort of point to the fact that Doona's
security satellites might have felt the touch of Klonski's little
talented digits.

Pat frowned in the act of sipping the mlada.  "Linc Newry-whom we've no
reason to distrustthought maybe the shuttle up-and-overed.  He promised
to keep a close watch on all the orbital monitors.

"Huh!  If one's been tampered with, they all have.

That your men coming back now?" he asked.  Ears sharp enough to hear air
escaping from a pinhole caught the thud of horses' hooves and wagon
wheels.  Two wagons, he thought.

Pat hurried to throw open the door.

"All!" Ken swung his leg over the pommel and, throwing his reins to
Robin with an admonition to rub Sockertwo down well, charged up the
steps to greet the spacefarer.  "Glad to see you.  Got some questions .

.  "Got some answers, but not necessary to your questions.  Hi there,
ropy,' All added, shaking Todd's hand as he joined his father on the
porch.

"Need a drink?  Made your wife join me in a glass and you both look like
you need a swig er two to set you right before we start jawing." Ken and
Todd instantly saw the merits of that suggestion.

They'd had a bad time in that hidden corral.  Vic Solinari and Ben Adjei
had sledded over to verify their findings.  Vic had taken blood and
tissue samples from the little leopard Apple - he was positive it had
been foaled by his spotted mare and Ben had done the same with the other
two.

One bore so many of his sire's physical traits that it was easy to
identify it as having come from the Hrrel Ranch.  The other, a chestnut
filly, had no distinguishing marks to give clues to her origin.  Ben
Adjei would freeze all three carcasses in case they were needed as
evidence.  They had made the most careful sweep, section by section, to
find any more clues.  The only one they did find was a half-empty sack
of ssersa seed, which proved that the rustlers must have been
responsible for the proliferation of that weed on previously cleared
pasturelands.

Halfway through their recital, Pat slipped from the kitchen, having been
distressed enough by the details to feel that preparing food was a
better occupation for her.

With a tray full of steaming bowls of stew and bread rolls as well as a
fresh bottle of mlada, she returned in time to hear why All Kiachif had
sought them out.

"I've found me a new occupation,' All began, sipping at a freshly filled
glass.  "You might say I've taken to reading the future, if you know
what I mean,' and he winked at Robin and Inessa, who had joined those in
the living room once their evening stable chores had been completed. Lon
had come in, too.  "If I was to say, for example, that someone in the
docks on Earth is going to open a container in four days, and make an
official note that he found inside it a homeless beacon drone calling
Mayday, would you believe me?" Todd and Robin let out a wild, joyous war
cry.

Ken pounded the old merchant on the back.  "How did you discover that,
you old pirate?"

"Never mind,' Kiachif said, much gratified by the reaction to his news.
He tapped his lips.  "I have my sources, if you understand me.  But I'll
say that the probe's code number will be ARB-546-O8, and see if it
isn't.

"I'd better let Poldep know,' Ken said, starting toward the computer.

Hastily Kiachif put a hand on his arm.  "Easy on the retros, mate.

It'll be reported to them by the appropriate authorities.  It might seem
as if you know something about it as you shouldn't, if you know what I
mean.  Just concentrate on what's near, dear, and here, and everything
will work out all right.  They'll soon have proof that these boys passed
through into Hrrilnorr space for good and sound reasons." He winked
solemnly and took another long pull on his drink.  "

"Sides, Patricia's been telling me a thing or two that falls pleasantly
upon the ears. It's all coming together, if you get what I mean, all
coming neatly together."

"Finding that shuttle beacon'll really clear us, Dad,' Todd said, his
whole being revitalized.  "How will we ever thank you for locating it,
Captain Kiachif?"

"Well, laddie, there's such things as hidden profits.  I get what you
need, you keep this planet viable, and I cart off the excess and sell
it.  You plant it, I transplant it. Neither of us loses that way!

Better get going.  Can't trust those gangers of mine.

M{ght get randy drunker something.

A few days later, Hrruvula notified them that information about the
nameless beacon had been received by Poldep and passed on to the Treaty
Council.  An audience with the Council was arranged immediately to plead
for their release.

Rogitel appeared, representing Spacedep, followed by Varnorian of Codep,
who thudded heavily into a chair and gazed without much interest at the
ceiling.  Sampson DeVeer, having tendered an official copy of the
supercargo's report, represented the Poldep arm of interplanetary
government.  Ken and Hrrestan slipped in when the boys' attorney was
admitted.  They ignored indignant, outraged, and pointed glances in
their direction; Hrrestan patiently, Ken stubbornly.

Although DeVeer also handed copies to each of the individual
Councillors, they seemed to read as if spelling out each syllable in
whichever language the document had been rendered.

Hrruvula finally cleared his throat several times and gained the
Controller's signal to proceed.

"As you have all had time to read and absorb the significance of the
document so kindly brought by Inspector DeVeer, it is apparent, honored
ones, that my clients have told the truth from the very beginning."
Hrruvula noted the glowers from Rogitel and Varnorian.  "I am certain we
are all relieved that two such fine young men have been cleared."

"On this one point,' the Treaty Controller snapped out, "not on the
other crimes of which they still stand accused.  They must be adjudged
guilty or innocent on all." The Treaty Controller was adamant in his
particularity.  "More than jut a simple matter of truth or falsehood is
involved here.  It pivots on the trust of one race for another in all
matters concerning Rrala."

"Is that just rhetoric,' Ken asked Hrrestan in an undertone, "or is he
issuing a challenge?"

"It would seem so,' the village elder said.  "Hrruvula tells me that he
has heard of a resolution passed in the Hrruban Council of Speakers that
will require it to withhold approval of the Treaty if our sons are
proved guilty of the charges laid against them." Ken felt as if the
floor had dropped out from under him.  "That's ridiculous!" he
exclaimed, his voice rising. He hastily recalled where he was.

"Holding up the Treaty for a pack of trumped-up allegations?  what
happened to "innocent before being proved guilty"?"

"Silence, please!' Treaty Controller banged on the table with his gavel.

Ken glanced up and received the chairman's full glare.  He forced
himself to subside and sit quietly beside Hrrestan.  Hrruvula resumed
speaking.

"If one accusation has been proved spurious, honored Council members,'
the attorney said, bowing gracefully so that his long red robes swayed,
"and the characters of the two young men must speak for them somewhat .
.

"Granted,' Councillor Dupuis spoke up from her end of the dais.

Councillor Mrrorra nodded her agreement, too.

Does that not cast significant doubt on the other incidents?" The
Hrruban paused, hands extended to the board, appealingly.

"One piece of proof doesn't negate the other charges ipso facto,'
Rogitel said with dry contempt.

His grasp of the formal court language was by no means as complete or
subtly shaded as Hrruvula's, but his diction was exact.  "They will have
to prove their innocence on each and every count and I doubt that lies
within their abilities.  There is still massive evidence on the charge
of illegal purchase and smuggling of controlled artifacts.

The Treaty Controller polled his Council, and the result, to Ken's
dismay, was a majority requiring a total acquittal.  "The Council
agrees.  Inn cence must be proved in regards to each of the remaining
charges."

"Then let them prove their innocence together,Hrruvula said in a rich,
rolling purr.  "Keeping them apart was perhaps an acceptable remedy when
their probity was  issue.  It no longer is.  Therefore, I feel that the
separation of these two friends of the heart perpetrates an unnecessary
cruelty.  They both must be proved innocent so let them both work to
prove it.  That is not an unreasonable,' and Hiruvula's cultivated voice
rolled out the word syllable by syllable, and rolled out the next word,
"request to make." His voice rose slightly, not quite a question, but
certainly subtly insinuating that it was too petty a contingency to be
denied.  Now he made deliberate eye contact with the Treaty Controller.
"There is much at stake as you, honored Controller, know.

The Controller seemed somewhat taken aback that anyone else knew about
the Speakers' decision, and he stared at the tall and elegant attorney.

"We can't release them from house arrest, Rogitel protested vehemently.
"If they are allowed loose, who can tell what they'll do next.  Spacedep
does not recommend giving that pair the freedom of the planet."

"Honored Council members, may I speak?" Sampson DeVeer rose impressively
to his feet and gazed down upon Rogitel.  "Poldep disagrees with
Spacedep.  I agree with honored counsel that to be fair the house arrest
should indeed be lifted.  I have only so many hands and eyes at my
disposal.  I would be grateful for the additional help, which I assure
Spacedep I will direct most carefully." DeVeer bowed toward Rogitel, who
sat staring up at him in barely concealed consternation.  Ken could
almost hear the wheels twirling in that machinelike brain of his.  "They
will be released, as it were, into my cognizance.  I will know where
they are at all times.

Ken and Hrrestan could have cheered for DeVeer when he sat down, but
that would have annoyed the already tried Treaty Controller further.

"I cannot condone their release for any reason whatsoever,' Rogitel said
flatly.

"Nor I,' said Varnorian, after being pointedly nudged by his companion.

"But you do not have to.  You have no actual authority in these cases,'
DeVeer said gently.

"Though you are frequently asked for advice, all misdemeanors and
certainly grand arceny fall within Poldep jurisdiction.  In my opinion,
Codep and Spacedep are grossly overstepping their authority by
attempting to investigate crimes or act as a judicial body where one is
suspected." He raised his voice.  "I held my tongue before this, but in
light of proof represented by the beacon and other data I have recently
been shown, I urgently request the Treaty Council to release Todd Reeve
and Hrriss, son of Hrrestan, from a home arrest which I understand
neither has violated in any particular.  Rather this body should applaud
their humanity in answering a Mayday signal, knowing that it was an
infraction of the Treaty they have both upheld and promoted."

"He should have been a barrister,' Hrruvula murmured in an aside to Ken.
"what a presence!" The Treaty Controller found himself outnumbered by
his own Council, who were overwhelmingly in favor of DeVeer's proposal.

"We have spent enough of our valuable time on this case,' an elderly
Hiruban member argued.

Treaty Controller had always suspected that Second Speaker Hrrto had
seen to his nomination to the Council.  "Our time is limited.  We should
turn our attention to the matters which truly concern us and I suggest
respectfully that we have the chamber cleared so that we may proceed.

Treaty Controller had no choice but to agree.  He referred to the
printed agenda on the table before him.  "Very well.  The Council will
reconsider this matter four weeks from today.  The allegations against
the defendants and the proof for and against their guilt will be
discussed before the final vote on Treaty Renewal.  So moved." He banged
the small hammer.

"Seconded,' Madam Dupuis trumpeted.  The gavel fell again.  "You are
excused, gentles." Ken almost danced out of the austere chamber and he
could see the violent switchings of Hrrestan's tail as he walked beside
him.  When the doors had closed behind Hiruvula, Ken and Hrrestan could
no longer contain their roars of triumph and were shushed by Hrruvula as
well as the bailiff.

Ken's stride quickened to a jog, and he flat-handed open one side of the
heavy door of the Treaty Building, Hrrestan doing the same to his leaf,
until they were out in the open and able to cheer as loudly as they
chose.  Hayuman and Hrruban made for the transport grid' Hrrestan
telling the startled operator to send them to the Friendship Bridge.

Once there, Ken looked at his old friend, his eyes dancing.

"Shall we see which of us gets to his son first?" Hiriss's swifter feet
made the reunion just barely on the Human side of the Friendship Bridge.
He and Todd slammed into each other's arms, pounding each other on the
back and talking at the same time.  Hrriss felt something slapping him
in the legs.

After a startled downward glance, he started to howl with laughter until
his tear ducts overflowed.

"So, my Zodd, while we have been apart, you have grown a new tail,' he
said, when he could catch his breath between snorts of laughter.

"What better way to celebrate our reuniting, Todd replied, grinning
until his jaw ached but not far from tears of joy himself.

"It proved a talisman once before and I felt we needed all the luck we
could cobble up." With the practice of many childhood years, Todd
reached for the length of rope, carefully frayed at the end to resemble
the tufted tip of the Hrruban caudal appendage.  Then with a decisive
gesture, he hauled it loose from his belt.  "I couldn't miss a real tail
more than I have missed you, friend of my heart."

"I have missed you, too,' Hrriss said, giving Todd a rib-crushing hug.
"Half of my life was severed from my heart, my mind, my soul.
Twenty-four years we have been friends, and these last weeks have seemed
far longer than those we have enjoyed together."

"We don't do as well apart as we do together, Todd said with a rueful
grin.  One arm about Hrriss's shoulders and he felt twice the man who'd
slumped about the house and ranch, unable to concentrate, like a machine
idling.  - "whoa there!' And his hand dug into Hrriss's forearm to stop
him.

Surprised, Hrriss stopped and regarded the sparkling in Todd's blue eyes
and noticed the wicked grin shaping his hairless lips.

"what thought has occurred to my friend now that his brain is engaged
again?" Todd slapped a hand to his forehead.  "I haven't been thinking.
And it only just dawned on "He turned, gripping Hrriss by both
shoulders.  "Okay, so they know we weren't lying about the Mayday: they
found the bloody beacon, but there's other incontrovertible evidence
that the Albie couldn't have made all those stops, and not one of us,
not even Captain All, thought of it." Hrriss racked his brain, shaking
his head.  "I do not know what you mean.  Spare me more suspense, zOdd."
"The engines of the Albie - - and us!" Todd's grin got broader and his
eyes were so bright that Hrriss thought they would pop from his head. He
fanned his fingers at his friend.  "C'mon, c'mon.

what effect would all that warp-jump travel have on an engine?

what effect would so many warp jumps have on the crew of a ship making
them?" Hrriss's jaw dropped to his chest and his tail began to lash.

"Of course!  Proof that we weren't where that tape said we were has
always been in front of our faces.

"In our faces, if you please.  That sort of travel would have left us
trembling wrecks.  How many jumps were we supposed to have made?

Nine?

We're pretty fit guys, but we'd've been dragging for days after so many
transfers.  And the engines?

They'd've been dry as old snakeskins and badly in need of realignment.
Wowwee!" Todd ripped off a wild yell that echoed across the village
green.

"C'mon.  Race you to Hu's.  His is the nearest console and we want him
to hear this, too." Since their meeting on the bridge had been more on
the Hayuman side than the Hrruban, their few steps brought them to the
Hayuman lands.

"Rrrace me?" Hrriss demanded.  "We rrrace but together, zOdd.

Together!" Hrriss was so full of joy he could have run to Hrruba and
back without benefit of the grid, but now he lifted his thighs to push
off, Todd beside him, the friends heading toward the low bungalow that
housed Hu Shih and his wife, Phyllis.

She saw the pair thundering down the path toward her house and called
over her shoulder at Hu.

"Todd and Hrriss are coming at a stampede.pace, Hu.  Oh, dear, you don't
think any more has happened, do you?" Her husband, his age showing only
in his slower movements, patted her hand as he peered out the window.

"Something good, to judge by the elation on their faces." And Hu felt
the better for seeing that as well as seeing them together again.

That had been such a miserable thing to do to those boys.  Young men, he
corrected himself.

"Mrs.  Shih, good morning.  Good morning, sir,' Todd said, his bows as
jerky as his breath from running.  "Please, sir, can we use your
comunit?  We urgently need to contact Captain Kiachif." Hrriss had said
nothing but he was bowing and grinning his jaw off its hinges and Hu
stepped aside, gesturing toward the alcove which constituted his home
office and held the communications equipment.

"You'd better hear this, too, sir.  Don't know why we didn't think of it
sooner than this.

"You boys have always operated as a team,' Phyllis said, her indignant
expression showing her poor opinion of the separation.

Todd raised Captain Kiachifs ship only to be informed that the captain
was asleep.

"Look, Todd Reeve here.  Hrriss and I have to speak to him.  I know he's
probably hung over.  Put a cup of jnalak in his hand and ask him to
please come speak to me.  It's urgent or you'd better believe I wouldn't
bother Captain All so early.

Todd flung a grin over his shoulder, for it was close to midday.

Hrriss chuckled, and even Hu smiled.

"That man!" Phyllis muttered, for she had never understood how anyone
could consume so much hard spirits and be allowed to command a ship,
much less a whole fleet of them.

"This better be good, young feller me lad,' came a growl that was barely
recognizable as a voice.

"Drink the malak, Captain All, while you listen, Todd said.  He
explained his theory in crisp sentences and was rewarded by a string of
curses.

"Plain as the nose on my face, which has always been very plain to see,'
Kiachif replied, his voice rougher with chagrin than with
overindulgence.

"Look, laddie, this is something we don't leave to just one engineer.
And that ship of yours is under Martinson's seal, isn't it?

So we gotta have an order to see the condition of those engines.

They ain't been touched, have they?  No, good!  Ha!  Better "n' better.

Them's as they were left but how d'you prove you and Hrriss weren't
space-shattered?"

"And start organizing the Snake Hunt the very next morning?"

"Everyone saw you then?"

"Hrriss and I had day-long conferences and there'd be tapes on the whole
day .  that day and the next thirteen!"

"Ha!  Best way to wake up of a morning, laddie.

Good news sure sets a man up, if you know what I mean.  I'll just get
the DeVeer feller.  He seems to know beans from bran and brawn.

Leave it with me, laddie."

"Of course, of course, of course,' Hu muttered to himself, past chagrin
that he hadn't thought of that factor: that no one, trying to clear the
boys these past weeks, had thought of it.

"Don't fret, Mr.  Shih,' Todd said, grinning, "Hrriss and I just thought
of it ourselves!  You'd have to make a lot of warp jumps to know what it
does to your circadian rhythms.  .  .  or be an engineer to know what
that kind of punishment does to your engines?"

"Or the skin of the ship,' Hrriss added.  "The Albatrrrossss is
remarkably unpitted and bright."

"Thanks for the use of the com, sir.  We'd best be going.

Got a lot more to sort out today."

"Have some .  .  ." Phyllis's offer of lunch trailed off as the two
young men were out the door, leaping off the top of the steps and making
for the village corral.

Spare horses were always available for emergency use.

Hu took a deep breath.  "I feel better than I have since .  .

"Since Todd Reeve came out of the mist leading the First Speaker?" his
wife teased.

He nodded, his smile nostalgic.

Todd and Hrriss didn't bother with saddles.  They used bridles only
because they didn't recognize any of the horses standing hipshot in the
bright noonday sun.  They set off at the easy ground-covering lope most
Doonan-bred horses were trained to use, kind to both horse and rider.

Pat and Inessa came out onto the porch the moment they heard the horses.
Ken, Robin, and Lon jogged up from the barn, warned by shrieks of
welcome from the two females.

"Oh, it's so good to see you, Hrriss,' Pat said, pulling his head down
to rub his muzzle affectionately, squeezing his hand, for he was too
massive now for her to embrace.

Inessa bounced about, clapping her hands and hooting like a hunting
urfa, a habit her mother deplored, but this day was too special for
reprimands.

Pat was babbling about the feast they must have to celebrate the
reunion, that Mrrva and Hrrestan were coming, and "Kelly and Nrrna,
Inessa said, "and half the Solinaris and most of the Adjeis, and Hrrula
because that filly they killed was his." The men arrived and they
welcomed Hrriss with much back-thumping and handshaking, while Ken went
so far as to rub cheeks with the young Hrruban.

"You've had no lunch!" Pat declared, suddenly noticing their hot faces,
the sweat on Todd's and the dust on Hrriss's.  "Get washed up this
instant.

Inessa, come with me.

"Dad, got some real good news for you,' Todd said, interrupting the
general tumult and launching into what he had asked Captain Kiachif to
do.

Ken stared, as drop-jawed as a Hrruban, as he assimilated the
information.  Then he swung about, banging his fist against the nearest
wall in selfabnegation.

"Why didn't one of us think of that aspect?"

"Calm down, Dad,' Todd said, grabbing his father's fist.  "You haven't
warp-jumped half as much as Hrriss and me, and you haven't logged in
enough spacetime to know how it disorients you.

You know we didn't come into your office that day shagged.

Ken shook his head from side to side, still blaming himself for not
seeing so plain a verification that they could not have been plucking
items from so many different systems during that controversial Hrrethan
flight.

Todd gave his father a clout with his fist.  "Stop it, Dad, no time for
recriminations now.  If Captain All gets an independent, and
well-witnessed, overhaul of the Albie's engines, and we get statements
from everyone who saw us working all hours of the day to organize the
Hunt, that still only proves we couldn't have made those side trips.

It doesn't prove who did.  And that.  .  ." Todd glanced at Hrriss as he
began spacing his words in an implacwe.  .  .  have able one, "is .  . .

what to.  .  .  find .  .  .  out!"

"You're right about that, son,' Ken said.  "From the way the Treaty
Controller was handling the hearing, not to mention the smug look on
Rogitel's face and that sycophant Varnorian, proof that you didn't
smuggle is not as important as documentation of who did."

"Right.  Then let's figure out how to go about getting the proof." Todd
pulled his father to the dining room table at which so many happier
conferences had been held, snagged a chair back, and guided his father
to sit.  He and Hrriss sat down in the same instant beside each other
while a grinning Lon Adjei and Robin joined them.

"By any chance do we have bolos of those items we're supposed to have
stolen?" Todd asked.

"Hrruvula should have been given copies of all the evidence against
you,' Ken said.

"Rrrobinn,' Hrriss said, "please brrring us the star maps and the
handoomp.  We must calculate prrrecisssely."

"Kelly's good at that,' Robin said.  "And she'd want to help." He didn't
glance in his brother's direction but there was a twinkle in his eye.

"Both Kelly and Nrrna will be here shortly,' Pat said, bustling in with
platters piled with sandwiches.

"We owe those girls a lot,' Todd said, reaching for a sandwich.

The appetite which had deserted him during his separation from Hrriss
had returned, doubled.

"Well, don't tell me,' his mother said archly.

"Tell them!" Astonished at her tone, Todd watched her leave the room.
Then shook himself.

"We've also got to find out who could have possibly assembled such a
variety of items, how much they'd cost on the black market-I figure
Kiachif might know-' "And I will inquirre of Hrruban sssourrrccs for
those which came from ourrr interdicted planets.  .  ." Hrriss was
making notes, too.

"Any word from Linc Newry about launches?" Todd asked, remembering
another detail.

Ken shook his head.  "But all the ranchers are looking for burnfls and
other illicit corrals.  Those hides aren't as important.

"Oh, yes, they are, Dad,' Todd replied.  "Every single element has to be
sifted, sorted, and sewed up.

"Could Kiachifisms be contagious?" Robin asked, his face screwed up in a
grin.

Rogitel did not move from his seat when Reeve and his feline friends
left the Council chamber so noisily.  The bailiff closed the door and
returned to his post.  Once order had been restored, Poldep Officer
DeVeer took up where he had left off, deferring to the Spacedep
official.

"If Spacedep has any further objections, I hope it will inform Poldep,'
DeVeer suggested politely.

"We would be happy to cooperate in any interdepartmental inquiries."
Rogitel was already considering the ramifications of the Poldep
official's words.  He wondered what other data Reeve had uncovered that
caused Poldep to intervene on their behalf.  There might be a leak in
Spacedep's own offices.  Internal security checks must be promptly
initiated.  "None at this time.  Spacedep is grateful for Poldep's
interest."

"Then, honored Council members, and gentlemen, I must take my leave.
There is much to do in the next four weeks." DeVeer left the chamber. It
seemed larger without him there.  Rogitel felt less pressured.  Beside
him, Varnorian had fallen asleep.

"I would not wish it to be understood that the department is unwilling
to cooperate,' the Spacedep subchief said, addressing the board.
"Admiral Landreau will be happy to assist in any way he can to fulfill
all our wishes." He met the Treaty Controller's eye, and the Hrruban
nodded almost imperceptibly.  Landreau was correct.  The Controller was
willing to form a dtente to prevent the renewal of the Treaty of Doona.
Little did Treaty Controller realize that his actions would displace his
fellow animals and leave the entire planet in the possession of its
rightful owners, the Human race.

"I am convinced that we both want the same thing,' the Controller said.
He will help me, the Treaty Controller thought.  And then he and his
bareskin cohorts will be expelled, leaving only Hrrubans here on Rrala.
The unnatural colony would be disbanded.  He and Rogitel smiled at each
other companionably over the conference table.

CHAPTER 8

CAPTAIN HORSTMANN FOUND DEVEER and whisked him off to Portmaster
Martinson's office, where that official was in a state of dithering
shock.  For one thing, he had every spacefaring captain and every chief
engineer of the many ships on landing pads in his facility crowding his
office and the adjacent hall.

"Make way!  I got "im,' Horstmann bawled, and bellies were sucked in,
toes splayed, to allow the passage of two more large men.  "Special
delivery!

Live cargo!"

"Now, will you tell me what this is all about?" DeVeer demanded, for he
was unused to being manhandled without explanation, and his temper,
exacerbated by the hearing, was becoming shorter with every passing
second.

"They say .  the engines will show wear and tear,' Martinson said,
gulping in anxiety and waving his hands about.  "But I can't let them in
unless I have proper authorization.  They absolutely refused to let me
contact Spacedep or Codep .  .  ." He flinched as bass and baritone
rumbles reinforced that prohibition.  "Inspector DeVeer, I can accept
your authorization to unseal the Albatross?" It was more entreaty than
query.

"It's like this, Inspector,' and a swarthy, hooknosed wiry man with a
stubbled chin, bleary-eyed, stepped forward.  He wasn't a large man, but
he exuded an air of authority that DeVeer related to immediately,
accepting him as spokesman for this crowd.  "Ya see, Todd and Hrriss are
supposed to have made these nine warp jumps in the Albie on their way
back from that Hrrethan do.  They say they didn't.  The engines in a
ship that has been tightly sealed since that Spacedep chair pilot
charged "em with all that piracy will show to this impartial'-and a long
stained hand waved at the crowd silently listening- "jury of experts
just how much wear and tear those engines took since their last
service." He hauled flimsies which DeVeer recognized as maintenance
records.  "We got these from Martinson here and the Hrrethan Space
Authority, dated, sealed, and all legal-like, as proof of the most
recent service checks the aforementioned Albatross had.  You sign the
authorization.

We all take a look, write up official reports, and I'd bet you credits
to cookies, we'll all discover- not to our amazement but what we all
know without having to check-that those engines'll prove those boys
didn't take no nine warp jumps in that vessel like they're accused of
doing.  whaddaya say?" DeVeer had had to concentrate to follow the
rapid-fire explanation in a hot cramped space.  It took him a moment to
absorb the points.

"It will not prove who did, 0' course,' the captain went on before
DeVeer could respond, "but those engines will prove those boys didn't!

Hear you got word the Mayday beacon turned up, if you know what I mean?"
The captain winked.  "By the way, I'm All Kiachif, skipper of the White
Lightning,' and he offered DeVeer his hand.

Absently DeVeer accepted and the slender fingers were as strong as his
own though the hand was half the size of his.

"I believe that could prove a profitable investigation, Captain
Kiachif." DeVeer turned to Martinson, who was wiping the sweat from his
face, looking haggard and harassed.  "Can you supply me with the proper
documents, Mr.  Martinson?"

"All made out, ready for your John-Cock on the dotted line,' Kiachif
said, wiping out a second sheaf of official-issue flimsy and spreading
it out on the one clear portion of Martinson's desk.

Writing implements were offered by eight or nine different obliging
hands.  DeVeer, for once feeling completely overwhelmed, twitched the
nearest one free and poised it over the quintuplicate form.  He was far
too experienced an executive to sign what he had not scanned, but he was
a speed-reader.  The form had been filled in properly,- and when he
actually started to sign, a deafening cheer resounded from office and
corridor"You must of course be present during the unsealing and the
investigation, Inspector,' Kiachif said, seizing the form and separating
its sheets, crumbling the first one, which he fired at Martinson,
shoving a second into DeVeer's hand, and, waving the rest over his head,
pushed his way ou of the office while the cheers still echoed.  Realizin
that DeVeer was not on his heels, he paused an beckoned urgently for him
to follow.

Several hours later, the truth of Captain Kiachif: allegation was proved
beyond question.  In al particulars, the engines were in excellent
runnin1

order, no wear, tear, or abuse visible: rather n more than was consonant
with a journey to an from Hrretha, and this was verified not only by th(
Hrrethan Space Authority maintenance check hu by nine fully qualified
warp-drive engineers anc nine fully qualified space captains of
impeccablc integrity.  In order to prove their qualifications anc
allegations, DeVeer learned more about the workings of warp-drive
engines, fuel capacities, gauges the pitting of ship skins from forced
warp jumps and the condition of lubricants, greases, flux levels and
rocket tube encrustations than he would evei again need.  He fully
appreciated why Martinso had looked so fraught: he felt rather wrung out
hiniseff.

"Ah, Inspector, I see you are in need of sustenance,' Kiachif said,
folding away the sheaf 0 formal declarations from captains and
engineers.

"Lads, we can't let this fine gentleman suffer a moment longer." DeVeer
had no option but to accompany the jovial group to the pub.  He also had
no memory o how he got back to the accommodations he had been assigned
on the Treaty Island.  Some thoughtful soul - possibly All Kiachif- had
left a small vial and a brief note where he could not fail to see it the
moment his eyes could focus.  "Drink this!" the note said.  He did and
rather more quickly than he thought possible, his condition improved.

Others had celebrated during that evening of which DeVeer had few lucid
memories.  For immediately upon finishing the scrupulous inspection of
the Albatross, All Kiachif had informed the Reeve family.

"Don't fret too much about the smuggling charge either,' Kiachif said.
"Got friends working on that, too, if you know what I mean.

It'll take a bit more time "cause we've more to check."

"All, you must be calling in favors by the container load,' Ken said,
immensely grateful.

"Give a little, take a lot's been my motto for decades, Reeve.

And, like I say, we all got a lot at stake, same's you Doonans.

You keep on tracking down livestock.  That's where your expertise lies.

I'll keep on prodding, poking, and producing where mine'll do us good.
Have a drink on me, you hear me?" Kiachif hadn't waited for an answer
and Ken was staring at a crackling handset.

As everyone had heard Kiachif's inimitable voice on the radio, cheers
rose from around the dining table.  Kelly and Nrrna executed a
triumphant dance routine before careening into a table.

"One by one, the charges are being dismissed,' Hrrestan said while Mrrva
nodded as if she had expected no other outcome.

"Down to two-identifying who purchased the artifacts and who's playing
Todd and Hrriss offplanet,' Ken said.

"No, three,' Todd said.  "We've got to find out how the security
satellites have been fixed."

"Is not Inspector DeVeer investigating that?" Hrrestan asked.

Ken and Todd both frowned, increasing the resemblance between them so
much that Pat, Kelly, and Inessa grinned.

"DeVeer would need Spacedep authority to check the satellites,' Ken
said, shaking his head over the improbability of assistance from that
source.

"Would he?" Hrrestan asked, stroking his chin.

"Would he not have authority over Martinson?"

"He must have some, to get clearance for All to check the Albatross
engines,' Ken replied, but he wasn't all that certain that DeVeer might
not press the issue.

"But Linc Newry's got a separate authority and reports only to
Spacedep."

"The inspector wants to help us,' Kelly said.  "And he practically got
Klonski to admit that he had."

"You didn't mention that,' Todd said bluntly.

"Well,' and she shook her spread hand to indicate uncertainty, "Klonski
is known to have done that sort of security tinkering-Inspector DeVeer
established that-So why else was Spacedep paying him, and putting him in
their restricted "special services', category?"

"We still need more documented evidence of who's behind what we may now
call a well-planned and long-standing conspiracy,' Ken said, addressing
everyone but looking at Hrrestan.

"I think they overdid the evidence bit,' Pat said.

"They might have made one charge stick but so many?"

"Ah, but that is where they have been clever, not stupid, Pat." Hrrestan
said.  "They have created a variety of charges, none of which can be
ignored by one or the other of those departments of yourrs and ourrs
that are involved. Rrala is to be torn apart by debates on which
allegations are true and which might be specious.  The fact that would,
I fear, become lost in the morasss of true, half true, and false, is
that our sons never committed any of the crimes of which they stand
charged.

But by the time they can be cleared of all counts, any hope of renewing
the Treaty would be lost and the colony forced to decamp." Nrrna
shuddered and drew closer to Hrriss.

"But L'm positive Landreau is behind all of this,' Ken said.

"He's hated me and Todd since the first time you all disappeared and
left us looking like firsiclass liars." Firrestan and Mrrva bowed their
heads.  "We had no choice."

"Oh, I know that, Hrrestan,' Ken said, dismissing any implication of
blame.  "But it was Todd who kept us here because Hirubans would not
leave a small child in a dangerous forest.

And it was Todd who brought First Speaker here, and Al Landreau has
never forgiven him or me for that humiliation." Kelly and Hrriss grinned
during Todd's obvious discomfort at that summary, but Nrrna was curious,
not knowing all the historic details from that period.

Hrrestan sighed.  "If only Third Speaker's associate were not Treaty
Controller this period .

"Another piece of deft planning on Landreau's part.  I gotta give him
credit for that,' Ken said with a hint of grudging admiration.

"Trrrue, for with another Hrruban as Controller, we would be able to lay
before First Speaker the framework of this conspiracy .  .  -"

"Would First Speaker not be aware of that already, Hrrestan?" Mrrva
asked, her hand lightly on her mate's thigh.  "We know the pressures
that are being exerted in the Speakers Council."

"This time,' Hrrestan said, "there is no child with a tail of rope to
capture the hearts and minds of our people and swing a vote in favor of
a Treaty of Cohabitation.

"I know this might sound silly,' Kelly began tentatively, "and forgive
me if this question offends, but it's something that has never been
addressed in Alreldep either: if the Treaty breaks down, which of us
gets to stay on Doona?  Or do we both leave, lock, stock, and block?"
She tried to make a joke of it.

When everyone stared at her, she began to flush and ended up with her
head down.

"No, no, Kelly,' Todd said, "that's a very good question indeed.

In fact, that might actually be the crux of the matter.

Kelly looked up, eyes shining and face alight with his genuine approval.

"Indeed, Kelly, that is a question which has not been asked,' Hrrestan
said, "and one we should have considered long before now.

Have we all been looking at the forest without seeing the trees?" He
leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his eyes slitting with the
intensity of his thought.  "You and I, Ken, like our sons, wish the
Rralan Experiment to succeed.  We both know in our minds that there are
Hrrubans and Hayumans who do not wish that.

If the Treaty is not renewed, each sees this planet as a prize for the
taking.  As you once confided in me, Ken, twenty-four years ago on a
hilltop, Haytimans get greedy.  Well, so do Hrrubans.

There is indeed much more at stake than just this planet and which
species gains control of it." Hrrestan paused, unwilling to follow that
line of discussion to its obvious conclusion.

"An -interspecies war?" Todd exclaimed, horrified.

Nrrna gave a frightened yip and clung to Hrriss's arm.  Kelly and Pat
Reeve turned pale.

"I could go back to Alreldep,' Kelly said earnestly.  "I may be only a
junior but if I could present any proof whatsoever that this is what's
going down on Doona .  .  ." Kelly's voice failed her as the
permutations of a struggle between Hayumans and Hrrubans sank in.  "Oh,
no!  We can't let that happen!" she said in a whisper.

Todd jumped to his feet, glaring about him.  "You just bet we won't' His
words rang in the frightened silence.

"By all that's holy, we won't,' Ken added, rising from his chair.

"We will not!" Hrrestan and Hrriss spoke at the same moment, springing
to their feet.

"Rralans forever!" Kelly shouted in Middle Hrruban, jumping up and down,
fists clenched.

Todd grinned at her, proud of her for using that language, and more
moved than he could say by her offer to help, by returning to Earth and
the Alreldep job he knew she must hate.  But, then, she was as
Doonan-no, Rralan-as he.

"All right, now then, folks,' Ken said, rubbing his hands together as he
would before taking on any difficult task.  "We've got more to do than
we thought.  But we've got help.  I don't think we'd better let
tonight's conclusions loose on the planet.

There's enough panic and crazy-minded speculation as it is, with
rustling and false accusations and suchlike just before Treaty Renewal.

So, while we're knocking down the accusations against the boys, we'll
see if we can also find any clues that might show us that the scope of
the conspiracy goes beyond Landreau and-' He looked at Hrrestan.

"And Third Speaker,' the Hrruban added for him.

"Too bad we can't use their techniques against them,' Kelly said, "and
start finding the tadpoles in their ponds.  Get that Treaty Controller
impeached or something.

"Oh!" Nrrna's little cry of surprise focused attention on her.

"Yes, Nrrna?" Hrriss prompted, and that was when Todd really began to
notice how tender his friend was toward the pretty female and how often
she seemed to rely on him for reassurance.

"The Treaty Controller,' and she bowed her head slightly, keeping her
eyes averted from Kelly's sudden grin of comprehension, "received
delivery of a document box the day Kelly returned.  It must have been
very important for him not to send an assistant or secretary." Kelly
snapped her fingers.  "I've got a memory like a sieve.  I got a coded
comThline message today from Dalkey Petersham.  He was very cagey even
in code.  He's got something he needs to get to me and he doesn't trust
the comp-mail lines."

"Did he say what?" Todd asked, aware of an unusual uneasiness with a guy
comp-lining Kelly all the time.  But that was silly.  They needed help
from whatever quarter it came.

"what I got from the code was that, as a very junior official, he was
supposed to check over and delete some ancient accounting tapes.

They were for the Spacedep slush fund.  There seemed to be large
financial disbursements about ten years ago from that fund and all of
them were paid to accounts off-Earth.  He thought they might be useful
to me, but he won't send it comp-line and wants to know how he can get
it to us in as they say .  .  .  a rapid irregular fashion."

"Isn't Captain Feyder back on Earth?" Todd asked.

"Been and gone, according to Kiachif,' Ken replied.  "He'd done us all
the favor we can ask of him with that Mayday beacon."

"We could get in another medical shipment,' Kelly said, glancing
sideways at Nrrna.

Her eyes went into slits of anxiety.  "Oh, no.  I was in trouble over
the gloves when they saw how many packets had been trampled on.

My superior was going to send a harsh message to our office on Terra.

So I told them that I had opened the box outside, to take inventory, and
a wind had come up and scattered them."

"The wind was named Kelly,' the redhead said, giggling at the memory of
the trouble she and Nrrna had had to get the staticbarged packets back
into the carton.  "I even found one inside my tunic."

"The count was off so I had to say that some had blown away,' Nrrna
dropped her jaw and purred her pretty laugh.

"You've got a resourceful female here, Hr'riss, Kelly said.  "And you
nearly wouldn't let her help."

"I shall not again be so foolish as to interfere with her good plans,'
he said, pulling a solemn face that made Kelly laugh.

Todd looked from Kelly to Hrriss and Nrrna, and then at Hrrestan and
Mrrva, who seemed quietly pleased about the behavior of Nrrna and their
son.

"Hey, friend, did you forget to tell me something this morning?" Todd
asked.

"Nrrna and I plan to be lifemates,' Hrriss said, his eyes glowing as he
glanced down at Nrrna.  "The joining is due to take place about the time
of Treaty Renewal." Todd dropped his jaw, so like a Hrruban that Kelly
smothered her giggles.  "Oh, really?  Well, you didn't waste any time
while I was gne, did you?" But his eyes were glowing with pleasure and
approval.  "why, you old tomcat, you!  Congratulations!' He gave Hrriss
a hearty punch on the arm and took one of Nrrna's hands, lifting it to
touch his forehead in the Hrruban gesture of well-wishing and
congratulation.  "To think you went out and did that all by yourself,'
he said, unable to leave off teasing Hrriss.  He could see that Hrrestan
and Mrrva were delighted and his parents seemed to have known.  He felt
a little silly that he hadn't twigged to it.

"We plan a celebratory feast on the occasion,' Hiriss said, "and we
would be honored if you would stand as master of ceremonies."

"The honor is mine,' Todd said, falling back into his chair and letting
out a hoot of relieved laughter.

"Well, I feel lots better.  I admit I wondered why Nrrna was suddenly so
much a part of the investigation.  I thought she was a friend Kelly had
brought in to help her."

"Of all the .  .  ." Kelly jumped to her feet and ran out of the room.

"what got her so uptight?" Todd inquired of everyone in the room.

"Kelly has been helping you, you numskull,' his mother said with a weary
sigh of exasperation for her son's obtuseness.  "She's the main reason
you and Hrriss have been reunited.

"I know she's been helping me,' Todd said, still perplexed.

"Then do not sit like a mda in warm mud contemplating its toes." Hrriss
said.  He rose and gave Todd a shove toward the door.  "I have had the
opportunity to make plain to her my gratitude.

It is time that you adequately express your own.

Do it suitably in the style of Hayumans, but do it now!" Half stumbling
onto the porch because Hrriss had put considerable strength into that
push, Todd corrected himself and looked about for Kelly.

Twilight made if difficult to see, but he spotted Calypso's hide and saw
the mare moving before he realized Kelly was astride her.

"Kelly!  Kellllleeee!  Wait a minute!

He knew she had seen him, for he saw her white face turned in his
direction, but she cantered off anyhow.  Piqued, Todd took the nearest
horse from the tie rail, Robin's fleet racer Fargo, and started after
her.

Todd was juSt gaining on the cantering Calypso when Kelly realized that
she was being pursued, and kicked the mare into a gallop.

"Kelly!  Pull up!" Todd yelled angrily.

She bent low in the saddle and urged Calypso later.

Todd had half a mind to pull up right then and there.  He hadn't meant
to insult her.  Didn't she know him well enough by now to know he liked
her?  Why, she was as moody as a Hrruban female in estrus.

In shocked surprise, Todd almost pulled up Fargo as he suddenly
understood what he'd been too self-involved, first in the Hunt and then
in clearing his name, to recognize.  Hisheart seemed to expand in a
peculiarly painful but marvelous way.  .  .  as it had when he had
embraced Hrriss on the bridge .  .  .  but not quite the same way.

Stunned by the intensity of his feelings for Kelly, he clapped his heels
into Fargo's sides and sped after his girl.

For Kelly was, and she had proved her love for him over and over again,
only he'd been dense as two planks not to realize that his former friend
and willing cohort had turned into a lovely girl, who could wear frilly
wide skirts imported specially from Earth to look her best at the Hunt
dance.  For stupid him!  why she bothered with such a lunkhead he
couldn't understand, but he had to catch up with her and see if he
couldn't set matters straight between them.

A girl who had ridden between his home and Hrriss's doing her best to
say to each what they weren't permitted to say to each other.  And she
had even gone to the extreme of dyeing her gorgeous red hair, risked her
safety on Earth's slideways and sleazy Aisles, bearded inspectors with
purloined documentation and.  .  .  And he hadn't the sense to realize
what any Hrruban male would have known-that Kelly wanted him just as
much as Nrrna wanted Hrriss.

Now he exercised his wits and saw the turn off the main road that would
give him the jump on their head start.

He drove the bay up the hill and down, hauling him to a dead stop across
the narrow trail.  Calypso was travelling at such a speed that she did a
stifflegged stop to avoid crashing into Fargo.  Kelly, who'd been
looking over her shoulder, came tumbling out of the saddle, right into
Todd's arms.  He caught her before she could slide out of his grasp and
pulled her sideways across the low pommel.

"Gotcha!  Fair and square,' he said, grinning because it had been a
close thing.  But he hadn't been about to let Kelly go now he realized
how much she meant to him.  And before she could say or do anything to
put him off his intended action, he kissed her hard.

The shock that coursed through his body at the touch of their lips was
totally unexpected.  Briefly he held her off so he could see her face,
see if she could possibly be feeling the same way he did about that
kiss.  But her eyes were closed and there was an incredibly dreamy look
about her face.  So he gathered her to him more tenderly and found that
their second kiss was even sweeter than the first and so he didn't break
it off in any hurry at all.

Especially when he felt her arms clasping him, one around his ribs and
the other pressing at the nape of his neck so he couldn't have released
her even if he'd wanted to.

The feel of Kelly in his arms was something magical.  Much better than
dancing with her had been, so he pressed her as close to him as he
could.

Until he felt Fargo-who was not up to the weight of the pair of
them-buckle a bit on the forehand.

"Robin'll kill us if we lame Fargo,' she murmured.  "But Calypso could
carry us both a long time."

"I think we'll rest both horses after that mad race,' he said, managing
to dismount with her still in his arms. Then he clipped an arm under her
knees and carried her to the nearest clear patch of grass.  "I love you,
Kelly Solinari.  Will you forgive me for being dumb blind stupid
iggerant not to realize how precious you are to me?"

"I might, but it could take a long time-like forever,' she replied in a
lilting voice.

Sometime later, Fargo decided that he'd make his way back to his stable.
Calypso had better manners.  She wouldn't leave her rider and grazed
contentedly until she was needed again.

CHAPTER 9

THE NE)Cr MORNING, THE TWO YOUNG couples composed a carefully worded
message to Dalkey, containing instructions on where to hide the
information he wanted to send.  They posted it signed with Kelly's
key-code.  Couched in the chatty phrases about their years together in
college was the fact that several pallets of medical supplies were being
transported to Doona in two days.  Dalkey swiftly responded with an
ardent note, the tone of which made Todd frown and Kelly blush.

"But it sounds genuine, Toddy,' Kelly said soothingly.  Then she
giggled.  "You're here and he's parsecs away.  Don't be silly.

Besides, he does say that he understands the instructions and I get the
impression that he accessed more data than he originally promised." Todd
apologized for acting silly, but the truth was, they were all nervous.
Something could delay the shipment, or Dalkey might be seen where he had
no reasonable explanation to be.  Both Nrrna and Kelly arranged to be on
hand to receive the supplies.  This time Nrrna did not wear any scent.

The grid operator flinched when he recognized Nrrna appearing on the
platform from First Village.

He still found her attractive, though not as strongly, and especially
not when she was accompanied by a Hayuman female.  He only hoped that
the Treaty Controller was not expecting another shipment, but a quick
glance at the manifest told him he didn't need to worry about that
tonight.

Kelly was relieved that the operator seemed too busy to chat them up.
She and Nrrna managed a desultory conversation while they waited, but
they were so keyed up they'd forget what the other had just said.

Kelly kept imagining problems: what if the envelope didn't come or got
torn loose in the transfer?  what if Dalkey got caught?  They needed to
have genuine, hard documentation.  Well, maybe if Dalkey didn't come
through for them, they might have some luck with the documents that the
Treaty Controller had personally awaited.  Anything that pleased an
associate of Third Speaker was likely to be bad for Doona.

when the suspense became so great that Kelly was prepared to dive right
through the pillars and drag the shipment up from Earth, the air
thickened over the gridwork and the pallets materialized.  She and Nrrna
let out sighs of relief.

"Will you check it now so I may clear the grid?" the operator asked.

"That's why we're here,' she said, handing a sheaf of papers from her
clipboard to Kelly and peremptorily gesturing her to go to the back of
the grid.

They'd planned this so Kelly would be screened from the operator and
could feel under the pallet for the envelope.  Then she thought of a
better stratagem than blind groping.

She let her clipboard drop.  "Ooops,' she said gaily, and, in attempting
to pick it up, kicked it under the pallet.  "Wouldn't you know?" she
said with cheerful self-disgust.  She got down, peering under the
shipment, trying to see Dalkey's envelope.  He'd been instructed to use
a gray one which wouldn't be so readily visible to anyone casually
glancing under the plastic pallet.  She shook her wrist so the small
torch would fall out of her sleeve where she'd hidden it, and played its
dim beam around, but she saw absolutely nothing, not even cobwebs.

"Does your friend need help rising?" the operator asked rather
irritably.

"Probably,' Nrrna said in intimate pitch, trying tc stall.  "Her balance
is very poor.  Hayumans have weak inner ears."

"I had noticed that their ears are abnormall small,' he said, and came
round to help Kelly to hei feet.  She feigned momentary weakness before
she met Nrrna's eyes over the boxes and gave a shake to her head.

"Thank you, sir,' she said to the operator reaching out suddenly to grab
his arm, swaying ira fashion that alarmed him.  "My balance is none toc
good. That had given Nrrna sufficient time to lool underneath on her
side.  But she shook her head too.

"Is this all we're supposed to get today?" Nrrna asked, checking over
the number of boxes on her board.  "I am missing several cartons." He
leaned over to examine her list.  "No, you do not have all.  Those sizes
have to be broken down into two shipments.  Second lot will come through
in'-he paused to check his own schedule-'two hours.  A shipment of ore
from one of the mining worlds is due in next.  Come back. "Very well,'
Nuna said, masking her relief in a cool response, "I will accompany this
lot to the Health Center.- Will you stay on the island and wait for the
rest?" she asked Kelly.

"Oh, I don't mind.  I've got a few things I can do while I wait.

See you in the village." Kelly threw a good-luck gesture to Nrrna.

Once the characteristic mist rose around the crates and Nrrna, whisking
them from sight, Kelly left the reception area.  As she departed, she
heard the operator's audible sigh of relief.

She'd been to the Treaty Island often enough to know the general layout,
which was another reason why she had the best chance of accomplishing
her second, and possibly more important, errand.  But she stopped for a
long moment to reread the inaugural plaque outside the main
administration building.

"This Treaty Center was constructed in the fourth year of the Colony by
the people of Hrruba, Earth, and DoonaiRrala in the spirit of
cooperation represented by the Treaty of I)oona. Kelly felt a tingle of
pride and renewed determination that the colony world, the turning point
ii the histories of both civilizations, would no become a future
battleground.  She knew where thi Councillors' quarters were but she
didn't want t( blunder into the Controller's rooms if he wa: present.

From the look of so many lights in the lov Administration Building,
there might be late meetings that would solve that problem.

She strode right up to the information desi where two Humans and a
Hrruban, wearing officia guide badges, were drinking malak.

"I've a message for the Treaty Controller,' sh( said brightly,
addressing all three.

One of the Humans peered at a list on the desk "He should still be in
the Council chamber.  They'vt got an all-day session.  Back the way you
came an( around the corner to the right at the T-junction."

"Oh!

But I was told to take it to him at hi.

personal quarters, sir." The guide exchanged a glance with the other two
"Well, they'd be due for a break soon." He pointe( out the glass door
facing the desk.  "Across th( courtyard there, and along the garden
walk.  Trea Controller's apartment is the last on the right."

"Thank you so much,' Kelly said, and followec the directions, swinging
her arms and striding off a if she hadn't a care in the world.

Several blocks on the left of the Administrator Building housed visitors
to the island, mosfl researchers there to consult the ever-increasin
Archives.  To the right were the residences assigne( to members of the
Treaty Council.  Each species Hayuman and Hrruban, sent three delegates
to the Council.  Of those three, one was chosen from the species'
homeworld, one from DoonaiRrala, and the third could be from either of
those or from a colony world.  The seventh member, the Treaty
Controller, was nominated every three years in turn from the Hayuman or
Hrruban side.  Most frequently the Councillors were justiciars by
profession.

The seven apartments were actually small detached houses abutting the
formal garden and maintained by Treaty staff.  Kelly followed the row to
the end and found the modest home of the Treaty Controller.

Swallowing her nervousness, she slipped through the gate and approached
the door, which was shaded by a stand of fringed palms.  It wasn't just
the tropical sun that was making Kelly sweat.  She had no idea what
excuse she could give if the Controller should find her here.

Following the spirit of openness and trust fostered on Doona, nothing
was locked.  Doors had fastenings and fences with strong latches to keep
animals from wandering in or out.  Irreplaceables and valuables were
locked up safely out of sight, but few residences on Treaty Island were
ever secured.  She hoped the Treaty Controller, not known for his
acceptance of Doonan traditions, followed the local custom.

The door opened without resistance.

"Sir?" she called out tentatively.  There was no answer, and indeed, as
she stepped inside, the apartment had the silence of an uninhabited
space.

Gently she pushed the door almost shut.  She ought to hear footsteps on
the shell-lined walk.

The Treaty Controller lived in style.  The fine green carpet was deep
and soft, and took footprints all too easily.  Her sandals made smaller
impressions in it than slender Hrruban feet would.  Would the nap spring
up to erase her inward path?  Or would he notice?  His furnishings were
lavishly decorated and suited to Hrruban anatomy.  Not a single
Hayuman-style chair or stool.  The walls were hung with warmly colored
Hrruban tapestries.  All manner of Rralan-made crafts were displayed in
wall niches and on small stone-topped pedestals1

presents from Hrruban villages on the planet.

Grudgingly she admitted that the old torn had gooc taste, but the
furnishings also afforded numewu hiding places for the document box she
sought.

As the tapestries were stened to the wall fron rods on a picture rail,
she could look beneath then and tap the bright orange-dyed rla wall for
hollov places.  She found nothing and was examining the walls in the
sleeping chamber when she heard thi front door swing open and bounce
against it hinges.

She froze and listened, hearing with great relie the sighing of a
breeze.  She tiptoed back to thi door and peered around the corner,
trying to keel out of sight.  Someone stared right at her.  Shocke' and
still in a half-crouch, Kelly stared back.  But i wasn't the Treaty
Controller.  It was a small, coffee skinned Hayuman with gray hair
twisted into coronet on her head.  A Councillor's robe was slung
casually over one arm.

"who - .  who are you?" Kelly asked meekly.

"I was going to ask you the very same question1

girl,' the woman replied in a stern voice.  "I thought the wind had
blown the door open but I see he has a snooper going through his
possessions.  A thief on Treaty Island itself!  Disgraceful!  Give me
your name this instant and your business here."

"Please, Madam Dupuis,' for Kelly recognized her, "I'm not stealing
anything.  I'm Kelly Solinari of First Hayuman Village and I'm trying to
help Todd Reeve." "In the Controller's bedroom?" Madam Dupuis's eyebrows
rose in amused query.  "He doesn't like Hayumans, you know.

"Don't I just!" Sensing a sympathetic relaxation of the Councillor's
disapproval1 Kelly decided the truth would do her more good than any
invention.

So she summarized her illegal return to Earth and approaching Inspector
DeVeer for assistance, and how she had overheard mention of a very
special document box from Hrruba anxiously awaited the Treaty
Controller.  "We've got Todd and Hrriss cleared of one charge,' and
Madam Dupuis nodded, so Kelly didn't bother to explain other matters of
which the Councillor would have more intimate knowledge than she did.

"But it's more than just an attempt to ruin the Treaty, Madam Dupuis.

We think it's a conspiracy between certain Hayuman and Hrruban elements
that might lead'-this was the hardest part to say aloud-'might lead to
an interspecies war.  ." Madam Dupuis's hand went to her throat and her
complexion paled noticeably.

"A war that is meant to leave only one species on Doona and only one
dominant species in the known galaxy." Madam Dupuis regarded her for a
very lon moment with eyes dulled with sorrow.

"I fear you may be right, Kelly Solinari, though] have not had the
courage to admit it to myself.  i have always known that our current
Controller wa one of Third Speaker's nominees, but he has, until
recently, been scrupulously fair in his judgment during our
negotiations." She bowed her head for long moment, her hand idly
stroking her robe.  "l have suspected a subtle alteration in his mien.

Yoi don't live for twelve years in close contact will someone, even of
another species1 and no notice'-her fingers flickered-'little things.

I'v wondered about his much-vaunted impartiality1 hu then,' and she gave
Kelly a rueful grin1 "mine ha been slipping somewhat, too.

With all of my hear I want Doona to remain as it is." Her manne altered
abruptly.  "It is extraordinary behavior for born and bred Doonan to
break and enter, but you can keep it to yourself and can find what yo
seek, I shall forget I've seen you."

"You will?" Kelly couldn't believe her escape.

"Hmm,' Madam Dupuis murmured in an abser fashion.  "I just came over to
shut his door.  I ha noticed that the wind must have blown it aja
Surprising how strong the breeze can be when th temperature starts to
fall at this time of day." Sb started back to the door then turned, hand
on the knob.  "Have you found what you're looking for?" Kelly shook her
head.  "I only just got here."

"Then for the sake of us all, find it,' she said in a voice of command.
"I'd help you myself because I believe you have seen the true reason
behind all this maneuvering.

I've got a boondoggle that I've been waiting to raise before the copies
of the Treaty are written up.  A Human outpost on Hrruba, similar to the
facility Hrringa occupies on Earth.  I want to see equal treatment for
our species, but it's a sticking point I haven't been able to maneuver
that old tomcat past.  That should make a good long point to argue.  I
will make certain that you have an hour to search, but that is all I can
hope to extend the argument.  His patience isn't infinite.

Will that suffice?"

"It will have to,' Kelly said, her tone expressing her intense gratitude
for understanding and assistance.

Just as Madam Dupuis was about to close the door behind her, she added,
"If you need a haven, my office is on the first floor above the
commissary." Then she closed the door firmly behind her.

The first thing Kelly did was to look about the sleeping quarters for a
hiding place for herself.  The heavy curtains would do and they gave
onto a small shrub-lined yard but the bushes would be nothing for her to
scale.

His closets yielded nothing except that the Controller was a fastidious
person, for everything was neatly hung and arranged in outfits for
lounging, public appearances, and ceremonial receptions.

Nothing among the films and flimsies in his desk looked like official
documents or reports.  She read Hrruban, High, Low, and Middle, but a
quick scan told her there was nothing incriminating in the drawers.

The communications unit was like any other on Doona or Earth, with no
place for concealment in, on, or under the console.  Brushing her hands
on her legs to dry nervous perspiration, she started on the other
furnishings.

She was halfway through her hour's dispensation when she found her
prize.  The document box was hidden underneath the last drawer in the
bedroom bureau.  The Treaty Controller had sawn out and removed half of
the supporting board under the drawer, leaving a large hiding place
accessible without turning the heavy chest over.  Kelly drew the box out
and rested it on her knees.

It was a very ordinary document box, like any other used for conveying
official papers back and forth between offices.  Kelly had seen, and
handled, dozens like it at Alreldep.  She hefted it: light, couldn't be
much inside.  But then she didn't need much, only the right sort of
document.

She examined the lock and here the resemblance to ordinary courier boxes
ended.  It was fitted with a custom lock intended to discourage
unauthorized entry.  The lock was flat, but a glance inside the keyhole
with her tiny torch showed that it was made to accept a key with
multiple wards each as narrow as a strand of hair.  Box in hand, she
looked about the room for something she could use to manipulate the
lock.  She found a straight pin but it was no use.

She didn't dare try to force the box or break it open and her time was
nearly up.

She started to put the box back into its place of concealment, but
stopped when she noticed the remains of an official seal on the untied
tapes that dangled from the sides of the container.  It reminded her of
something, and the memory tickled at the back of her mind.  She had seen
a seal used by the High Council of Speakers of Hrruba.

This one was a lot like it, but not as complex.  Using the point of a
pin and an old scrap of film she found in a wastebin, she copied down as
much of the seal as she could.

Madam Dupuis's gift of an uninterrupted hour was definitely over.

Not daring to try the lock any longer lest she be caught there fiddling
with it when the Treaty Controller returned, Kelly put the box away and
replaced the drawer.

On her knees, she backed out pr the room, fluffing up the woolly carpet
with her hands.  At the door, she stopped, and tried to remember if
there was anything she had left open or out of place.  No, she had been
thorough, if unsuccessful.

"There,' she said.  "I hope he doesn't check for fingerprints." Striding
with as much nonchalance as she could, Kelly made her way to the
research quarters where she knew Hrruvula was quartered for the
hearings.

Without explaining her presence or her occupation the past hour, she
showed him her drawing of the seal.  He gave her a startled glance and
peered at it closely.  when she opened her mouth to explain, he held up
his hand, his eyes dark and inscrutable.

"You are not my client, Kelly Solinari, so anything you might wish to
impart to me would not be done under the cloak of confidentiality,' he
said, still studying the scrap of film.  "You have not been here.

We have not talked of anything, especially about a replica of the
private insignia of the Third Speaker.

He handed it back to her, gestured politely for her to exit as quickly
as she had entered, and turned his back on her.

She left Hrruvula's office at a trot, heading for the transport grid. So
that was it!  The Treaty Controller was, against all the precepts of his
current position, actively collaborating with his sponsor to prevent the
renewal of the Treaty!  She hoped the evidence Dalkey had found was
indeed on the next shipment.  There wouldn't be another medical shipment
for weeks, and by then Doona might be just a memory.  The thought scared
her so much she ran all the way back to the grid station.

The grid operator transferred Kelly and the remaining pallet directly to
the transport station in First Village.  She all but fell off the
platform into Todd's waiting arms and let him sustain the embrace to
restore her self-confidence.  Hrriss watched the salutation with glowing
eyes, Nrrna beside him, delicate hands nervously clasped together.

"It's here,' Kelly said excitedly, thrusting the dark gray envelope into
their hands.  "He came through.

I just love Dalkey.  He did it." Todd eagerly opened the packet which
contained a sheaf of printouts, folded neatly in half.  To the top a
note in Dalkey's precise, impersonal handwriting was attached, which
Todd read aloud.  "None of these account numbers Earth-based.

Good luck.

D." Todd's fingers fumbled as he opened the sheets and glanced quickly
through them.  "He's done it.

We've got it!" Hrriss hissed softly.  "This will take time to decipher,'
Hrriss said, reading over Todd's shoulder.  "First it must be determined
which numeric prefixes pertain to which worlds.

"A lot of money changed hands,' Todd said, and whistled at the size of
separate amounts.  "I don't think it'll be that hard with so many good
minds'he grinned about him-'focused on the job.  Look.

The numbers repeat.  Some of these accounts have had several deposits.
With what we already know, we ought to be able to figure out which
worlds are involved.  We can start by checking the amounts against what
we've got in Klonski's."

"Shouldn't we take this right to Poldep?" Kelly asked.

"Call me paranoid if you want, Kelly, but I want to decipher this for
ourselves first before we show it to anyone else."

"Yeah, if they turned out to be legitimate supply payments,' Kelly said
with a grimace, "we'd damage our cause.  We can't afford to do that!
And'-her voice strengthened and her eyes flashed up at him-'you're not
paranoid-not any more than you have reason to be." Todd grinned down at
her, really enjoying their newfound intimacy.  "These could turn out to
be quite legitimate remittances to free-lancers on infrequent invoices.

"I think Dalkey would know if that's what they were,' Kelly said,
slightly defensive.  Dalkey had taken risks to get these to her, and he
wasn't stupid.

"But you're right.  Let's divvy them up among us so it'll go faster."
"All for one and one for all,' Nrrna startled Todd and Kelly by saying.
Seeing their surprise, she smiled in pleasure at the effect.  "I found
that quote in one of your Earth classics." Todd grinned.  "I think a
more appropriate quote might be "If we don't hang together, we will most
assuredly hang separately." Any luck on the other half of Project
Infiltrate?" he asked Kelly, his arm still lightly about her shoulders.

Kelly rolled her eyes over that little escapade and then gave her
friends a quick summary.

"Madam Dupuis is on our side?" Todd exclaimed when she had finished.
"That's a real plus." Then he shook his head.  "It's just tough luck
that you couldn't get inside the document box, but the seal's
incriminating.  The Treaty Controller is supposed to be impartial.  He
certainly shouldn't be receiving documents from Third Speaker.  No
wonder he collected the shipment himself.  Let's get cracking on what we
do have.

They quickly determined that what Dalkey had sent was the complete
printout of all transactions within the slush fund account for a period
of fifteen years, ending two years before the present date.

Once decoded, it might provide the hard documentation they needed.

"Three eight one is the prefix for Zapata Three,' Todd said, referring
to the printout that had been presented to the Treaty Council by
Landreau.  "So shall we assume that this first number is the account
opened by "Rikard Baliff"?" He compared the dates with missions he and
Hrriss had been on: those which Rogitel had intimated had included
nefarious side trips.  "Well, whaddya know?  Every single transaction
date matches with one of our trips, Irrriss. The Hrruban hissed softly
between his teeth.

"Someone has most scrupulously kept track of our journeys.  But that
could be anyone on Rrala.  We made no secret of our departures and of
our estimated time of return."

"And told their Zapatan contact just when to make lodgments,' Kelly
said, seething at the complicity and the way it had been turned against
her friends.  "Isn't that a second Zapatan account?" and she tapped her
stylus on another 381 listing.

"Is that our rustler being paid off?  It's too neat to be mere
coincidence, especially when all the figures match all that
incriminating junk Rogitel was waffling on about.  Sure looks like a
connection between Spacedep and that rustler to me.  Let's take it to
Inspector DeVeer.

Todd grinned at her for her enthusiasm.  "Not yet,' he said, ticking off
the entries they had identified.  "I'd rather find out where all these
other entries fit in." He held up his index finger.

"One correlation is not sufficient.  We present the entire package and
they have to believe us.  Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to make
us look as guilty as possible.  We have to shoot down all the brrnas in
the flock." Rogitel left the official chamber as soon as the Treaty
Council adjourned for the day and transferred by grid back to Earth.

Without a word to Hrringa in the Hrruban Center, he made his way swiftly
out of the Alreldep block and directly to Landreau's office at Spacedep.
The secretary silently admitted him to the director's small private
office.

He stood vector-straight before Landreau's desk while his superior
finished a comp call.

"I have information from our contact in the Archive,' Rogitel reported
as soon as Landreau had completed the call.  "Inquiries are being made
through to Zapata and several of the other worlds where the Reeve
accounts are being maintained.

They are in possession of specific deposit information, so they must
have a source, within Spacedep, providing them with data from our
records."

"So that is what's going on,' Landreau said, his face suffusing with
anger.  He began scrolling through his console, his finger hard on the
key.  "A report came to my notice a few days back but I couldn't see why
I should be bothered with minor infractions.

Here it is!" And he gestured for Rogitel to scan it.  "Trivial matters
must never be ignored: even something so insignificant as a junior
making copies of old screens.  Take this Dalkey Petersham into custody,
for illegal copying of official documents.  Find out who he's been
working for, if he's sent on the documents and to whom.  Take his brain
apart if you need to.  Use querastrin if you must.

But get a full confession from him." .Landreau sprang out of his seat,
pacing up and down, his stocky body quivering with fury.

"A confession under duress, sir?  That's not altogether prudent.

Nor can we obtain permission to use the truth drug on him for copying
old, declassified accounting records.  Wouldn't it be wiser, Admiral, to
leave him in place and watch him?  If he thinks he has gotten away with
this first foray, he'll feet bolder aut repeating his success.

If you catch him in the process of committing a crime, you have far more
latitude in extracting information from him. "I don't like it,' Landreau
said, sitting down again, and flicking his fingers at the damning report
on the screen.  "I don't like it in the least." He pressed hard on the
scroll key, stopping it and rewinding to position a new document,
bearing the Poldep seal.  "Reeve has had the damnedest luck.

Couldn't you have done something to keep that beacon from being
discovered?"

"Admiral, we had to get it out of the way as fast as possible and that
meant using the most accessible transport, a merchant ship.  Safe enough
under most circumstances."

"But it wasn't!  And that Mayday has removed one of our weapons against
the Reeves.  How did they find that shipment, Rogitel?  That beacon
should never have seen the light of day and it surfaces .  plainly
marked to Spacedep."

"Freak accident, sir,' Rogitel replied calmly.  He had often discovered
that the calmer he remained, the sooner the Admiral's rages cooled.

"Meteorite hole penetrated the hull and the carton, setting off the
Mayday.  I interviewed the captain himself.  He was eager to talk about
it.  He appears to have been "dining out" on it.  Fortunately I was able
to cancel the pickup and the crate remains unclaimed.  If someone
inquires, we say that it could well be an attempt on the part of the
Reeves to implicate Spacedep to clear themselves of complicity."

"Good thinking, Rogitel, good thinking,' and Landreau began to relax,
even to smile.  "But we'd better find out if there's any connection
between this Petersham clerk and Doona.  They can't slip out of any
other charges or our plans will be ruined." He rattled his fingers on
the desktop.  "And I've an unsettling report from Varnorian's contacts
in Codep.  A Dr. Walter Tylanio from Prueba V was hired for a special
job by someone from Doona." Landreau's eyes narrowed.  "The only laser
technology that Doona has is in its security satellites." $ogitel could
well appreciate how serious that could be, but he didn't know how anyone
had discovered Klonski.  Surely not the Petersham clerk.  Maybe he had
better acquire a vial of querastrin from his sources.  Then an angry
thump brought his attention right back to Landreau.

"I want Doona to be totally discredited.  I want our plans to succeed in
every particular, and for that to happen, the Doonan Exeriment has to
fail.

Fail!  Be wiped clean of its contaminated Humans and especially those
misbegotten animals."

"Sir, calm yourself,' Rogitel said, leaning across the desk toward his
superior.  "Your plans will succeed.  while it's too late for subtlety,
it's not too late,' and he paused to smile reassuringly at Landreau, "to
remove the primary cause of the entire problem."

"what?" Landreau said, staring fiercely up at his subordinate.

"Really quite simple.  Remove the Reeves from Doona.  I think they are
at the bottom of much unfavorable publicity about Doona.  Surely they
should report-in person-to their Codep superiors here on Earth.
Landreau's ruddy face slowly broke into a smile.

"See to it,' he ordered.  "Varnorian will oblige.  Get them here and get
them eliminated!" Admiral Landreau was the epitome of regret and sorrow
when he informed the Amalgamated Worlds Congress of the dreadful
situation which existed on Doona when so much was at stake in the
renewal of the Treaty.  He stood in the beam of a pinpoint spotlight,
addressing the half-seen figures illuminated by twelve identical cones
of light in the vast chamber.  In the blackness between was the faint
peeping sound of the court reporter's machine.

"The Reeves are threatening the very safety of your design to form a
Federation of Sentient Planets.  Their activities destroy the very
integrity and credibility of the Amalgamated Worlds and our dream for a
united galaxy!  Once the models of probity and dedication, both father
and son have conspired to seize Doona for their own, and, had it not
been for the discovery of their heinous infractions of the most basic
Treaty stipulations, they might have succeeded in their scheming."
"Treaty Councillors are supposed to deal with such infractions, aren't
they?" one of the panel inquired.

"Not when the crimes have such far-reaching consequences.  No, honored
sirs, this matter goes far beyond the Doonan system.  It has most
certainly raised awkward questions in the Hrruban Speakers Council and
the Treaty Council as well!" Landreau shook his head sadly to add that
detail.

"I am deeply concerned that the Hrrubans will feel obliged to alter
their opinions of us all, if these deplorable men remain in so public a
position on Doona.  The least that will happen is for the Hrrubans to
pull out of the Federation or, worse, decide that we Humans must be
rigorously schooled in their ways.  They will undoubtedly impede our
reach for the stars, cut short our explorations, confine us to the few
planets we already own.  Since Todd Reeve has not, cannot be cleared of
his alleged crimes, I call for the removal of the Reeves from Doona to
Earth for being detrimental to the renewal of the Treaty of Doona.

I am sure your counterpan on Hrruba will also withdraw their, er,
embarrassment from the colony, for that young male causes his people
great sorrow.  You must surely understand why we cannot have people of
questionable integrity involved in high-level positions in the colony at
this critical time.  Remove the Reeves from Doona and let that situation
resolve itself without further detriment." There was a lot of muttering
among the panel as Landreau's suggestion was discussed.  He waited
patiently, knowing that he had presented a valid and timely argument. He
was rather pleased by his eloquence and the way he had deftly emphasized
the salient points.

Landreau was even more pleased when the prevailing sentiment favored his
solution.  He had also counted on the fact that trade agreements had
been drawn up and were awaiting the renewal of the Treaty before Hrruban
ratification.  That factor had probably contributed to the necessity of
removing such controversial persons.

"You have made a plain case of a disgraceful situation,' the chairman
said.  "At such a critical stage, nothing may be permitted to jeopardize
the Treaty Renewal.  Bailiff, give orders for Ken Reeve and his son Todd
to be immediately brought to Earth to appear before this panel.  Make
the necessary representations to the Hrruban Center for the use of grid
transportation of these two." Then the chairman inclined his head toward
Landreau.  "You may, of course, be present at the hearing, Admiral.

"Gladly,' Landreau said.  "I wish to further the cause of justice in
every way within my power.

With some effort he restrained his elation.  He must now make
arrangements so that when that pair arrived, the Hrrubans on duty at
that wretched grid would be those who would deliver the Reeves into his
keeping.  Soon, soon, he thought, rubbing his hands together in smug
anticipation, he would be rid of Ken Reeve and that hyperactive son of
his forever.  Then his most ambitious plan could be initiated.  Instead
of the panel of inquiry meeting them, there would be an entirely
different kind of reception committee awaiting the Reeves.  Landreau
smiled.

"My eyes will be ruined reading this small print, Todd said, briefly
knuckling his eye sockets as he wearily turned over another one of
Dalkey's printouts.  "Some of these entries date back from when we were
kids.  Have you found anything relevant?" he asked Hrriss, who was as
diligetly examining his share of the packet.  He paused, stretching his
arms above his head to release the tension across his shoulders.

"They may be old but we have decided that the conspiracy against us was
very carefully put into motion long before there was any reason to
suspect one,' Hrriss replied, but he also took a moment to stretch
cramped muscles.  "These entries,' and he tapped a claw tip on the
sheets, "are all from Darwin II-MFA, a very remote colony world, not yet
qualified for full status.

"Could be a place to ship stolen livestock, Todd said.  He bent to his
task again, stylus poised to cross off an entry, as he peered at the
next line.

"whoa!  Here's an account number right here on Doona!"

"whose?" Hrriss asked.  Todd swung around to the computer and instituted
a name search. Madam Dupuis had arranged for them to use Archival
records to match numbers with names, providing they limited their
inquiries to that.

"Dunno yet.  The last payment in these records is two years old.

The person it belongs to might have left Doona in the interim." He
drummed his nails irritably on the tabletop, waiting for the data to
appear.  when the screen scrolled up in answer to his query, Todd just
stared at it, his face turning into a cold mask.  Without a word, he
rose, snatched up the printout, and started for the door.

"whose number is it?  Zodd?  where are you going?" Todd kept walking.
"To the Launch Center."

"why?" the Hrruban demanded.

"To skin a snake." Hrriss glanced at the name on the screen and hurried
after his friend.  "Lincoln Newry!  How very convenient!' "Todd!"
Lincoln Newry said pleasantly as they marched into the circle of light
cast by the single spot set into the ceiling.  Martinson's assistant had
his feet up on a desk in the Launch Center office, watching the tape of
an entertainment program on the comunit screen while keeping half an eye
on his scopes.  "Hrriss!  Nice to see you both.  We don't get many
visitors way out here.  It's lonely in the evenings.  Can I offer you
something to drink?  Nice warm night for this time of year.

"Your boss isn't here?" Todd asked expressionlessly.  "I'd like him to
hear what I've got to say.

"Nope,' said Newry gaily.  "He's gallivanting around the galaxy with old
Kiachif.  Some people have all the fun.  I get to mind the store while
he's gone.

Todd nodded.  "How convenient, but that does fit another piece into the
puzzle.  We'd no reason to suspect either you or Martinson.

"Suspect?  Me or Martinson?  Of what?"

"Of helping Doona's enemies." "Ah, c'mon, now, Todd.  You're imagining
weeds into snakes,' Newry said in a soothing tone, but Todd noticed a
wariness in his eyes despite his rallying words.

"Someone knew when and where Hrriss and I went on the Albatross, knew
our flight plans and where we'd warp-jump.  Someone also had to be here,
in this office,' and Todd had Newry's complete attention now, "to let
rustlers lift from the surface.  whaddya want to bet that we can prove
that every time a heist was made, you, Linc Newry, just happened to be
on duty?" With an incredulous laugh, Newry shook his head.  "No way, son
"I'm not your son,' Todd said, his face hard and implacable with
suppressed anger.  Hrriss had never seen him so furious.  He moved to
the balls of his feet in readiness.  "And you know a ship launched the
other night and somehow you can turn the security satellites off so they
don't record either launches or landings of rustler shuttles."

"Hold on, hold on, there!" Newry said, raising his hands to pacify Todd
and shooting Hrriss an indignant look that suggested Hrriss should calm
his friend down.  "You can't run around accusing people of doing this or
that just to clear yourselves."

"I think I can,' Todd said in an icy certain voice.

"I figured it out.  If Martinson's not here, you're the one who creates
legitimate documentation for export shipments from Doona.  You mind the
shop, as you said yourself.  And no one could have missed that
atmospheric insertion the other night.  You were probably looking at its
trail as you assured me that no one had blasted off-planet with a load
of horses rustled from Dad's ranch." Newry was still waving his hands
and shaking his head incredulously at Todd's accusations.

"You can look at my records.  You'll find there was no insertion that
night, Todd!" Newry turned to Hrriss, hands open to emphasize his
innocence and disbelief.

"Oh, I believe we'll find no blips on the security satellites.

That I do believe, Newry,' Todd said, and then smiled.  "Ever heard of a
man named Askell Klonski?" Newry shook his head, his reaction genuine.

"Or maybe you knew him better as Lesder Boronov?" The change in Linc
Newry was dramatic despite the man's attempt to cover that momentary
lapse.

Seeing that Newry was rattled, Todd sat on the edge of the desk, folding
his arms on his chest, his gaze never leaving Newry's face.

"Boronov is a genius with security systems.

How'd he fix Doona's?  D'you use a code so the satellite recorders
blank?  Or maybe just a convenient function key that isn't supposed to
be programmed at all?  Ah, yes, so it is a function key!" He twisted so
he could reach the console that Newry had pushed to one side of the
desk, making circles with his index finger over the ranks of spare keys.
"Now - .  .  eeny meeny tipsy teeny .  - -" he said in a singsong voice.

"Enough!" Newry cried, sinking dispiritedly back into his chair and
burying his anguished face in his hands.  "How'd you know about
Boronov?"

"Amazing the things you can learn when you've been falsely accused,
Newry.  So what's your story?

Martinson in on this with you?" Newry shook his head from side to side.
"No, he never knew a thing about it.  He's too damned honest.

And he gets paid what he's worth."

"Spacedep pays well,' Todd said, his voice now a soothing, coaxing one.

Newry looked up at him, his expression sour.

"Not at my level.  And nothing to make up for hours of sitting here
night after night, day after day, doing double shifts when Martinson's
away.  I'd only two more years to go.  What I got for pressing a key now
and then would be far more than that ridiculous pension Spacedep pays
you.  I wanted enough to buy into Doona.  I saw my chance and I took it.
And I was nearly there.  So nearly there!" He buried his face in his
hands again and his shoulders began to shake.

Todd looked away from the broken man, moved by contempt as well as pity.

"who is the rustler, Newry?" Hrriss asked.

"You haven't figured it all out, then, have you?" Newry's muffled voice
was bitter.

"Cooperation could mitigate your guilt,' Hrriss added gently.

"You can repair some of the damage you have caused." Newry kept shaking
his head in the cradle of his hands.  "You're so smart, Reeve, you
should know who it is." Todd racked his brain.  Who "it' is?  Newry
couldn't mean Landreau.  He meant someone much nearer, someone who knew
enough about the management of their ranch and "Mark Aden?" He could
scarcely believe that the young assistant manager whom he had so admired
as a youngster could have turned against the people who had trusted him
and encouraged him to learn as much as he could so he'd be able to start
up his own spread on Doona.  "Why would Mark turn on us?

Dad paid him well.  He gave him excellent references when he said he
wanted to leave us.  No one really wanted him to leave."

"That's not the way he told it,' Newry said, his voice blurred by his
hands.  "That sister of yours thought herself too good for a ranch
manager.

"Inessa?" Todd remembered that his sister had been infatuated with Mark
Aden at one point, although she hadn't been unduly upset when Mark had
suddenly decided to leave.  But Todd did remember that Mark had a
vindictive streak in him: he never forgot a grudge and he'd wait months
to pay back an imagined slight that anyone else would have forgotten.

Only Mark Aden would have been vindictive enough to sow ssersa in
pastures used by horses.  "He manages the rustling operation by himself?
He didn't have the kind of money that would buy him any kind of a space
vehicle.

Certainly not one large enough to make rustling pay.

"Did he not perhaps have assistance from those who have been adding to
your pension fund?" Hrriss asked Ne'wry, pulling on his shoulders to
make him look up.

Slowly Newry raised his head, and then his eyes began to widen, his
whole face brightened, and a smile of unexpected salvation parted his
lips.

"Todd Reeve?" a stern voice said.

In a swift move, Todd was off the desk and looking into the shadows
beyond the console, trying to locate the newcomer.

Rogitel emerged from the darkness, Todd's father behind him, Spacedep
marines flanking him.

"You are always found in the most incriminating situations.

Harassing a Spacedep employee, were you?" Rogitel let out a patient sigh
"You will come with me.  Now.

"With you, Commander?  Dad?" Todd stared at the lack of expression on
his father's face.  "But Dad ." Todd began before taking his cue.

"Linc was explaining to us how the security satellites record incoming
and outgoing traffic." It might sound lame but it covered the
surreptitious sign he made to Hrriss.  Just let Hrriss get free "Weren't
you, Linc?" And let Linc prefer to keep silent about the last few
moments in front of one of his Spacedep superiors.  Commander Rogitel
dealt harshly with failures and probably drastically with informers.

"That's right, Commander,' Newry said in a drawl that almost disguised
the tremors in his voice.

"Let's go, Reeve,' Rogitel said, motioning to one of the marines.

"You have to report in an hour to the transport station." He caught
sight of Hrriss, edging farther into the shadows.  "You!  You've no
business in a Spacedep installation.  Out of here!" Todd had the
satisfaction of hearing Hrriss's low and menacing growl as he swung
around the marines and out the door.

Ken shot Rogitel a furious glare for his uncalledfor incivility to the
Hrruban, but the commander paid no notice as he took his place in front
of the detail.

"I've some things for you in the one bag we were allowed,' Ken murmured
to his son.  "I don't think we'll be gone long for all the
precipitousness of our departure."

"what's up, then?"

"We're to appear before a panel of the Amalgamated Worlds in their
Terran offices." Todd was seething to tell his father what he and Hrriss
had got out of Newry. More pieces had fallen into place, pieces he never
would have considered as part of the conspiracy.  And yet they fit!

They had no chance to talk on the way to the Treaty Island, not with
Rogitel looking so smug and well pleased with himself.  At the grid,
though, Todd began to worry.  The Treaty Controller and two strange male
Hrrubans wearing sidearms awaited their arrival.

"Send them to Earth,' Rogitel ordered the grid operator.

The Hrruban glanced nervously at the Treaty Controller, who nodded, and
the Hrruban had no option but to manipulate the controls.

Todd watched the bright room around him dissolve and vanish.  In a
moment, the features of their destination started to coalesce around
him.  He could see the posts of the transport station becoming solid at
the four corners of the grid, and the blank walls of a corridor beyond
them.

As soon as the Reeves had fully materialized, they were attacked from
behind.

"Patience, patience,' Kiachif said chidingly.

CHAPTER 10

IN HIGH SPIRITS, ALl KIACHIF TAPPED AT the door of the Reeve residence.
He and the other two men had debarked so hastily from the White
Lightning they were still in shipsuits.

"Now, this will just take a minute,' the Codep captain assured his two
companions.  "Hello-oo?" he called out, and rapped with his knuckles on
the window.  "Reeve, are you home?  Ah, hello, Patricia.

Surprised to see me so soon?  Rank has its privileges, I always say.  I
brought someone by for your husband to meet.  May I introduce Dr. Walter
Tylanio?  He's the best laser expert in the whole galaxy.

what he don't know about "em, no one does, if you see what I mean.

Martinson you know." The tall, bearded man behind Kiachif bowed.

"How do you do?" Pat asked.  Her daughter Inessa and Kelly were crowded
behind her in the doorway.  The merchant tipped them a little wink.

Their faces fell when they didn't see the figures they expected.

"Good afternoon, Mrs.  Reeve,' Martinson said impatiently.

"Kiachif, I have to get back to my office."

"Surely you can give the man one moment to crow over all of you who
thought so ill of him.

Honi soil qui mal y pense, if you know what I mean."

"Neither Todd nor Ken is here, Captain,' Pat said, her anxiety
increasing because she thought it just possible that the captain might
know where they were.

"They were supposed to see an Amalgamated Worlds panel. Kiachif clicked
his tongue.  "That's bad luck.  I guessed he'd want to see my smiling
face, soon's my expert here had a chance to unreel that doctored log
tape that was on the Albatross.

"Come in, come in,' Kelly said, usurping Pat's prerogative, but Hrriss
had told her and Nrrna all about Newry.  And if this expert was so good,
maybe he could figure out which function key controlled the security
satellite bypass and how Klonski-Boronov had managed to scramble
supposedly tamperproof chips.

"Martinson here,' Kiachif said, stepping lightly inside and peering
about as if he hoped Ken and Todd were only hiding in their own home,
"wouldn't let me bring the tape to Tylanio, so I brought the mountain to
the prophet." He caught Kelly's grin.  "Well, I alter to suit m'purpose,
girl, if you get my drift.  Martinson kept his word of honor like the
fine upstanding man he is, and the log was never out of his sight for a
moment.  So we have returned with the news and Martinson maybe has
returned to Doona a wiser man."

"What did you find, Dr.  Tylanio?" Pat asked, absently gesturing for
them to be seated.

She signalled for Inessa to get refreshments.

"To give you the tall, small, and all of it,' Kiachif said, still
dominating the conversation, "the log was some messed with,' Dr.
Tylanio, who apparently took no umbrage from Kiachifs ebullience, nodded
agreement.

Martinson cleared his throat and shot a quelling look at Kiachif.

"Let the expert explain, Captain.  I thought that's why you insisted he
return with us."

"The tapes had clearly been extensively altered, Mrs. Reeve,' Dr.
Tylanjo said.  He had a pleasant tenor voice and spoke in the measured
phrases of a born lecturer.  "It was apparent from the tape that it was
not recording anything on its homewardbound journey: certainly not when
they paused outside the Hrrilnorr system.

Internal recordings were being taped.  I would guess that the VU and
transmitter had been tampered with."

"But that doesn't prove it was altered by an outsider,' Martinson said,
obviously unsettled by Tylanio's report.

"It does to me,' Kiachif said, accepting a glass from Inessa.

"And there's more.  Oh, how I wish Todd and Ken were here right now.

Walt says the box was only diddled once.  That puts paid to that
Spacedep stringy bean's charge that the boys had been wiping the memory
clean every time they were ex-Doona while committing all those piracies
and smugglings' "That's right, Mrs.  Reeve,' Tylanio said.  "The
alteration could only have been made before or after their latest
mission.  Since the ship was sealed, that would mean it would have to
have been done before.  The inserted material was masterfully done, very
carefully filmed to present such a single continuous record of multiple
warp jumps and atmospheric insertions and launches.  The most masterful
piece of logging I've ever seen."

"But couldn't it have been substituted for the real log?" Kelly asked
diffidently, for they had figured out how such a switch could have been
made.

"Now, how could that possibly have been done, young woman?" Martinson
demanded, irate.  "I was present the entire time.  I saw Commander
Rogitel remove the log box myself, package it very carefully, and carry
it off the ship.  No one could have substituted this .  .  .

this .

Kiachif was waving a finger under Martinson's nose.  "That lassie has
made a very good point, Martinson, so don't get hot under your collar,
which you aren't wearing, but you're getting riled."

"Commander Rogitel .  .  ." Martinson began again with greater
indignation, but Kiachifs crow of exultation totally disconcerted him.

"I wouldn't trust an Amalgamated Bond, sealed, signed, secured, if that
Spacedep stringy bean gave it me.  Ah, no,' Kiachif said.  "I'll bet my
White Lightning herself that that's when a switch occurred.

Found the real log, lassie?" Kelly shook her head.  "We only figured out
ho and when the other day." She wanted desperately to get Dr.  Tylanio
and Kiachif to herself to tell them about Newry, which she couldn't
quite do in front of Martinson.  For all that she knew Martinson was
respected and seemed straight as a die, she wasn't going to take any
chances.  Especially as he seemed to think Commander Rogitel was such an
upright type.

"So when d'you expect your men back, Patricia?" Kiachif asked easily.

"I don't know, All,' she said, and began to wring her hands.

"They should have been back the next day.  And now there's this awful
rumor that they never appeared before the panel at all.  That they've .

.  .  they've skipped out of an untenable situation." Pat blurted the
slander out and then began to weep.  Kelly put her arm around her
protectively.

"Never!" Kiachif said in a voice that would have been heard from stem to
stern of the White Lightning through closed safety hatches.

"Commander Rogitel escorted them,' Kelly said in a caustic voice, her
eyes on the captain.  "With marines.  I heard,' and while she couldn't
mention Madam Dupuis, she was certainly the most reliable source, "that
two strange and armed Hrrubans took over from the marines when they got
on the grid."

"Did they, now?" Kiachifs eyes went wide.

"Now, that's a nasty turn-up.  And I'll tell you one thing." He swerved
toward Martinson, his long stained finger almost in the man's nostrils.

"I don't want to hear one more word from anyone that Ken Reeve, or Todd,
skipped out of any obligation-to Doona, to Amalgamated Worlds, even to
ol' Terra!  You see that gets put about right smart, Martinson.

I've known Ken Reeve a quarter century.  He's run at  lot of stuff I'd
never be caught charging, but he" done it and won out over odds that
would have pipped plenty on this planet.  If he didn't show u when and
where he was supposed to, then he wa prevented, if you understand me.
Now, you d those tears, Patricia Reeve, and stand up proud foi your man
and that fine son of yours,' he said.

somewhat awkwardly but kindly patting her shoulder.  "Your man is a
fighter.  Your boy, too.  They'!] be back, sure enough, before you've
any more time to miss them."

"Thank you, All,' Pat said gratefully.

"You kno him in ways I don't.  You've given me new hope And so have you,
Dr.  Tylanio.  You were so goc': to come all this way for us." The laser
expert took an envelope from hi pocket.  "This is a copy of my report,
signed anc sworn to by an accredited Amalgamated Wofid'.

notary.  Your son and your husband will doubtle find this useful.

I will, of course, be happy to testif in person to the authenticity of
my investigations.

Tylanio handed it to Pat and bowed.  With Martin son at his side, he
left the room.

"You see, signed, sealed, and sworn to.  Pro& positive of no perjury,
Patricia,' Kiachif said in low voice.  He gave her one more squeeze an
started for the door.

With the pretext of courtesy, Kelly followed him touching his arm and
bending close to his ear.

gotta see you, Captain, and preferably before that expert leaves the
planet." Kiachif gave an almos imperceptible nod of acknowledgment, not
so much as altering his stride as he continued on out of the house.

Then she turned back to Pat, Inessa and Robin comforting her, and said
in her normal tone, "I'd better get on home now but I'll be back
tomorrow." She clattered down the steps, whipped Calypso's reins free
from the rail as the men piled into the flitter.

As it took off, it wallowed from side to side and she grinned.

Trust Kiachif.  which she did.

Kelly had been looking over the last charges against the boys that still
had to be cleared before Treaty Renewal Day.  And the valuables and
interdictables they were supposed to have stolen and secreted on the
Albie would be the hardest part.  Having Dr.  Tylanio's proof that the
log tape had been altered, or even a carefully edited one substituted,
was a real relief.  If only they could somehow prove that Commander
Rogitel had switched the doctored tape for the genuine log record.  .  .
He'd had more opportunity than anyone else.  And reason.

But if the tapes of alleged visits to collect valuable artifacts,
including the Byzanian Glow Stone, were adjudged a simulation, then they
hadn't been where they were accused of stealing things.  They hadn't
stolen anything.  As Todd and Hrriss maintained, all that junk had been
planted on the Albatross and that had to have been done while the Albie
was on the pad at Hrretha.  Rogitel had been there.

But where were Todd and his father?  Than goodness, Captain All had
soothed Patricia Reev on that score.  Maybe the word that they weri
detained would get out and Robin wouldn't hi sporting black eyes for
defending the family honor She knew Hrriss was lying low.  Which was
smart 0 him.  Rogitel might not have considered the youn Hrruban
dangerous when he shooed him out of th Launch Center, but Newry knew
different.  Wh; hadn't Todd come out with an accusation righ then?  In
front of the marines.  Surely they could hi made to testify - - or could
they?

A tiny noise penetrated her cogitations.  Lookin up from her desk, she
nearly fell off her chair at th face grinning outside her window.

You scared me to death, Captain All,' sh' whispered hoarsely at him.

"Your manner did suggest a need for caution lassie." It wasn't the first
time Kelly had crawled througi that window, and taking the captain's
hand, she ra with him to the deep shadows of the barn where ni one was
likely to look for them.

"You hit the nail on the head with Klonski, yo know,' she said, "though
I daren't even get in touc] with Inspector DeVeer right now."

"And which nailhead would that be, lassie Kiachif asked.  "Though
Tylanio agrees privatel with me that the work on the tape is exactly the
SOT of thing Klonski would do so well."

"You also said he was a genius at fixing securit systems." Kiachif
nodded, his eyes glinting in th dark.  "And Dalkey's records show he got
paid several huge hunks of credit.  I think some of it went to pay for
him hobbling Doona's security satellites." "Oh-ho-ho!  I've been away
too long."

"You have.

Todd and Hrriss found payments to a Doonan account .  and it belongs to
Lincoln Newry."

"Martinson's assistant?" The whites of Kiachifs eyes, for once, Kelly
noted, without bloodshot cobwebs, were visible in the shadow.  "No
wonder you wouldn't speak out in his presence.  Does Patricia know?"
Kelly shook her head.  "She's got enough to fret over right now. "Sides,
I didn't think it would cheer her up."

"Not a mite nor a moment, if her men are missing.  Go on.

"Hrriss said Todd broke Newry down into admitting that he'd been letting
the rustlers in and out of Doona, only when he was on duty.

The ship Todd saw the other night was probably registering on Unc's
screens while he was denying an atmospheric insertion. "But the beacons
"Klonski's fixed them.  Hrriss said there's an unprogrammed function key
on the launch board that interferes with satellite recording.
Furthermore, Linc Newry can authorize export documentation .  like for
Reeve freeze-marked livestock going off-planet to unknown destinations.

And the rustler is Mark Aden."

"That young lad?  Hmmm, isn't often someone fools All Kiachif." The
captain frowned.  "The nerve of him, making me transport rustled
animals!  And all that scud about making a new life."

"Apparently he's made a very profitable one, Kelly said drolly.  "At the
Reeves' expense."

"But they always treated him well.

He even said so "Inessa didn't,' Kelly said.  "She had a flirt with him
but she gave up on him because he aiway' wanted her to get her father to
help him get a ranch of his own.  He was a funny guy, never forgave
hasty word or a silly joke on him.  Hrriss thinks he" the one seeded the
ssersa.  Todd found a half-empt sack of it by the corral he found.  It'd
be just the sort of rotten trick Mark Aden would do, to make Inessa
sorry she ditched him."

"Fascinating, lassie, fascinating.

I think Dr.  Tyla mo has one more job before I return him to the quiet
rectangles of his hall of learning." And between one breath and another,
Captain All Kiachif disappeared.  That night Kelly slept well for the
first time since Todd and Ken had beer hauled off to Earth.

The very next morning, Kelly had a call from <" frantic Nrrna.

"Kelly, they are hunting Hrriss." The girl w sputtering so badly that
Kelly at first didn't under stand the import of her words.

"Hunting?  Hrriss?"

"The Treaty Controller has demanded his presence immediately on the
Island.  He sent four 0 the Third Speaker's special force for Arriss.
"So where's Hrriss?"

"He has made himself scarce. Hrrestan told him that is what he must do.
Oh, Kelly, I am so frightened.  "Don't be,' Kelly said as firmly as she
could.  "I've got official confirmation that the Albie log tape was a
fraud.  Tampered with, fixed, altered.  And that means that neither Todd
nor Hrriss was where they're charged with being, so they couldn't have
stolen those things.  And illegal possession of those artifacts is
really the last charge against them.  And we'll soon have proof, too, of
what Todd and Hrriss discovered talking to Linc Newry."

"But what good does all this proof do when Zodd is missing and Hrriss
is, too?"

"A good point that, Nrrna,' Kelly said.  "You just keep your cool,
friend.  It's up to us now." She stopped by the Reeves', just in the
crazy hope that Todd and his father had returned home.

They hadn't and the gloom that hung over the ranch house was depressing.
Kelly did ask to have a copy of Dr.  Tylanio's document.

"To keep with all the rest of the evidence, Mrs.  Reeve,' she said in an
offhanded manner.

"You've got all these mysterious sources, Kelly,' Inessa accused Kelly,
her face and eyes showing the strain that affected the entire family.
"Why can't you find out about Dad and Todd?" Kelly suppressed her
annoyance with the girl whose flirtation with Mark Aden was having such
a long-range effect.  Then, generously, Kelly reminded herself that
Inessa had been just a kid at the time.  Perhaps this would all sort
itself out and Inessa would never realize that her childish infatuation
was part of this dreadful affair.

Kelly left for Nrrna's house in First Village.  She had all the proof
they had so painstakingly gathered, including Hrriss's summary of
Newry's disclosures.  Surely that was enough!  Surely Nrrna would see
how terribly urgent it was that they stop messing with underlings and go
to the top!

"Go to Hrruba?  To First Speaker?" Nrrna's voice broke into a startled
squeak and Kelly shushed her.

On her way into First Village, Kelly'd noticed some strangely accoutred
Hrrubans milling around the clearing in the center: the biggest
specimens of their species she'd ever seen.  Deciding they were not in
First Village for census taking, she ducked around, taking a narrow
little track to the fencedin pasture where the village horses grazed.
Unsaddling Calypso, Kelly turned her out and lugging saddle and the
bulging pouches, finally reached Nrrna's house, entering by the back
flap.

"We should have gone to First Speaker in the beginning, as Todd wanted
to,' she said, a trifle annoyed with Nrrna's timidity.

"Oh, Kelly, no!  I dare not!" Nrrna said.  "It is absolutely forbidden
to convey Hayumans to Hrruba."

"Now!  But Todd's been there and he thought seeing Hrruna was his best
chance." - "Todd went to Hrruba before the Treaty wa written and the
Treaty has a clause utteri prohibiting visits from Hayumans.  Todd was
held in high honor by the Council of Speakers.  .

Kelly flicked her eyebrows up in disgust.  "Was held."

"He is honorable. He would say that he must obey that prohibition."

"Yes, but no one has specifically prohibited me and, where Todd is
concerned, honor can go out the window for all the good it's done him
lately!' Kelly scowled fiercely.  "Look, both Todd and his father are
missing.

Some nasty minds say they've done a flit because there's too much
evidence against them." Nrrna was shaking her head now in staunch
disagreement.

"Right.  So something's happened to them.  And it's up to you and me to
get them released.  Before the Treaty gets signed.  So we go to Hrruba
and sort things out."

"We can't do that."

"why not?  You know how to work the grid controls.  You sent me to
Earth."

"But that was different,' Nrrna replied, aghast at Kelly's daring plan.
"You are of Terran stock.  It is not forbidden under the Treaty for you
to travel to your homeworld.  It would be as impossible for me to send
you to Hrruba as it would be for me to go to Earth."

"You'd be with me.  I'd be your guest, as Todd was the guest of Hrrestan
and Mrrva twenty-odd years ago. And it's for the same important reason.

To save both our planets." She paused, watching Nrrna shake her head,
her eyes mournfully big as she struggled with her principles-her honor.
"This is the time to dare all.  All for one and one for all." Nrrria
smiled wanly at Kelly's joke, but it took two hours of solid persuasion
to get the Hrruban to see that Kelly's daring plan was the only option
open.  Kelly ruefully insisted that this scheme also went against
everything she had been brought up to believe sacred and binding.  But
sometimes one had to make exceptions.  As Hrrestan and Mrrva, and
Hrrula, had made an exception of the six-year-old Todd.

Nrrna still experienced pangs of deep guilt over telling Dalkey when the
medical shipment was being sent out.

"This is the time for stouthearted females to save their menfolk, Nrrna.
Or didn't you see those Hrruban heavies prowling around the village
center?"

"what?"

"Go have a look,' Kelly said.  "They're Third Speaker's or I don't know
my Hrruban insignias.

And they're armed." As a terrified Nrrna sidled cautiously out the back
flap, Kelly decided that if this wouldn't persuade the female, she'd
have to think of some other plan.  Only nothing, absolutely nothing,
would come to mind.

when Nrrna returned, she was shivering and the fur along her entire
stripe stood up.

"They are very powerful males.  They are dangerous.  They look for
Hrriss." She took Kelly by the hand.  "We must go to First Speaker.

Such males should not be on Rrala.  They should not be in our village."
There wasn't time to wait until dark, for the males might take to
searching the houses and Kelly didn't think they'd like finding a
Hayuman in a Hrruban village right then.  She covered her bright hair
with an edge of a sleeping fur and wrapped herself in Nrrna's big winter
cloak, the all-important dossier clutched to her chest with one arm.

"We don't have to go to the Treaty Island grid to get to Hrruba, do we?"
Kelly asked, suddenly realizing that her mad scheme had a few large
holes in it.

"No, we can reach Hrruba from here,' Nrrna reassured her.  For once the
little female had made up her mind, she was capable of as much cool
resolution as Kelly.  "Until the Island grid was established, all
shipping and travel were done through the village grids.  It is only to
satisfy the Controller of what is being sent in and out of Rrala that
all goods now go first to the Island."

"Where are we likely to find the First Speaker?"

"First we will go to the Executive Cube which houses the Speakers'
chambers.  Someone there will direct us to First Speaker Hrruna." Nrrna
was pressing the appropriate codes into the transport controls.  She
gestured for Kelly to step up onto the grid.  "If they do not arrest us
first.

Their first bit of good luck was that they arrived late in the Hrruban
night.  No one was immediately visible, although they heard the rumble
of several voices issuing from a side corridor.  Together they raced
down the nearest aisle until they spotted a curtained alcove.

They dove behind this and sank to the floor, their knees cocked so that
they would not disturb the fall of the draperies.

 when light began to filter through the sootcovered window, Nrrna
carefully crept out to find out where she might find the First Speaker's
quarters.  She returned to Kelly, who had been fearful of discovery,
that at any moment, a functionary would arrive to pull back the
curtains.

"The Council is not in session today,' Nrrna whispered to Kelly.

"The First Speaker has expressed a wish to be alone in his retreat."
Kelly's hopes crashed about her.  Nrrna gave her hand a little pat, her
eyes gleaming.  "The chief of the Council chamber told me how beautiful
was the First Speaker's retreat and I do not think he realized that he
also told me exactly where it is.  We must go swiftly while there are
not too many using the slidewalks." Then she wrinkled her nose.  "Even
in that cloak, Kelly, you do not stand or walk or even smell like a
Hrruban."

"It's too late to worry about a minor detail like that,' Kelly said,
nervousness making her snappish.

"What about me limping and crouching over like I'm ancient or hurt?"
"That is a very good idea, Kelly, and Nrrna nodded approvingly.

"I am your dutiful daughter, taking you to see the beauties of the
countryside.

It is fortuitous that the fur you took is a white pelt.

Here." Nrrna made some rapid adjustments with her delicate hands, and,
although Kelly felt she was more in danger of suffocation than
discovery, she let Nrrna's strong hands guide her as she settled into a
limping gait which she felt suggested advanced age and decrepitude.

With corridors and aisles separating blocklike buildings many levels
deep, Hrruba was not unlike Earth, which surprised Kelly, though she
managed only a few glimpses behind the folds of the pelt.

They rode a slow-moving beltway to a remote section of the capital city
of Hrruba.  Around them, Hrruban workers, clad in tool belts or robes to
denote profession and status, passed them on every side.  The only
differences between the Human workers of Earth and the Hrrubans were the
preponderance of bright colors in the latter's dress, the inborn grace
with which they moved, and the scent.  Scent, not smell, for although it
was just as strong as the odors of Earth's passages, it was different.

"Do not speak if anyone bumps you,' Nrrna whispered.  "Your Hrruban is
good, but your accent would inform anyone that you are from a colony."
"I couldn't talk if I wanted to.  Is it much farther?" Kelly murmured.
Her right hip was protesting the unnatural gait, and she ached to
stretch her back up.

Nrrna peered at the lettering on the block they were passing, and her
pupils contracted to slits in the strong light.  "Not very far.  We are
nearing the passageway.  We must get off as soon as we see a lift.

First Speaker lives on the top floor." Hrruna's retreat was in a
well-soundproofed block of the Hrruban residential complex.  To the
surprise of both Kelly and Nrrna, no one guarded the entrance or any of
the lifts.  Though only one, Nrrna discovered, went as far as the
twenty-second story.  When the lift stopped, the door slid back and, to
their utter consternation, the First Speaker faced them.  Later Kelly
would remember that a green light blinked above the lift, informing the
First Speaker that someone was coming to his retreat.

"By the first mother, what brings such a lovely young one to the door of
such an old man?  Is this your mother who comes to entreat me?

Or to protect her cub?" He beckoned them to leave the protection of the
lift.

Once they had moved on into the first of the boxlike rooms that
comprised the retreat, Kelly opened her hood.  Hrruna's eyes widened
with surprise and the barest trace of amusement.

"Not an aged and grieving mother, but a redheaded Hayuman.  I have heard
that such hair color is possible but never have I seen it." His wise
eyes twinkled at her.

what surprised her most was his voice, clear and musical, and young! She
could not believe that the greatest Hrruban of all would sound so young.
She had met some of the other Speakers who came to New Home Weeks or
other celebrations of importance on Rrala, but First rarely left Hrruba.

He had been old when the Treaty was first signed, but, in the
intervening years, he seemed to have changed little from his image in
the old tapes.  His mane was as white as snow, and the fur on his face
and chest was faded, too, making a striking setting for the
characteristic bright green eyes of his kind.

First's eyes, under fluffy frontal crests which served the catlike race
for eyebrows, were kindly and wise.

Kelly felt quite shy under his scrutiny, but she knew immediately that
she could trust him.  So she fell to her knees, threw back her cloak,
and deposited the precious pouch of documents on the floor before him.

As Nrrna appeared to be speechless, Kelly began in her best High
Hrruban.  "My name is Kelly Solinari.  This is Nrrna, daughter of Urrda.

We came from Rrala seeking an audience with you.  We apologize most
profoundly for disturbing you in the privacy of your retreat but we had
no option save an appeal directly at your feet." The old Hrruban's jaw
dropped with pleasure.

"That sort of posture is all very well for formal occasions, young Kelly
Solinari,' he said, responding in Middle Hrruban, "but this is not an
official visit or I should have been informed of it by the appropriate
underling.  Please, raise yourself and walk as a Hayuman should, tall
and proud.  And be welcome in my home." This was evidently the dayroom,
furnished in a fashion similar to that of the Treaty Controller's
apartments on Doona.  A translucent panel gave onto a terrace, open to
the sky and surrounded ol all sides by high walls.

The rarefied air had the chil of the mountains, though none could be
distinguished because of the walls.  If Hrruba wa!

anything like Earth, many of its original heights hac been terraformed
into plateaus, to provide solic building bases for residences and
factories.  All th( view Hrruna had was an unending plain of buildings.
No wonder the Hrrubans were as desperate a the Terrans to find suitable
colony worlds on whic to expand.

Someone (and quite likely, Kelly thought1

Hrruna) had filled this little space with colorful flowering plants from
the hydroponics laboratorie deep inside his planet, and from the wild
plains ol Rrala.  The effect was the equivalent of a miniature Square
Mile park.  Overhead, though neither heard nor seen, a forcescreen kept
out the choking pollution that stained the air above a sickly gray.

The atmosphere inside the conservatory was sweet with the scent of the
plants.

Hrruna beckoned to the girls to sit down in the garden.  Kelly hadn't
been born yet when he accompanied Todd back to Doona to save the Human
colonists from deportation, and to negotiate the Treaty of Doona.

She had no idea how he would receive the information she had for him
now.

"So what is it that makes two lovely young ladies risk safety and
freedom to visit an old man?" Hrruna asked.  He glanced warmly at Nrrna,
who was made somewhat uncomfortable by his openly ardent expression.

With a deep breath1 Kelly began.  She had rehearsed what she would say
to Hrruna, if they got to him.  "It is of the greatest importance to us,
sir, that the Treaty of Rrala is renewed in two days.  To cohabit and
cooperate with your people on that world a joy to all us Hayumans is,'
Kelly said.

Despite Hrruna's use of Middle Hrruban, she couldn't switch from what
she had so carefully memorized.  And she was certain she had the right
rhythm, the pitch and inflection to say what was needed in High Hrruban,
which was as difficult as singing opera.  "There may be a difficulty to
the Renewal of the Treaty.  We come to you to prevent that difficulty.
The First Speaker Hrruna is the only, personage to prevent rapidly
approaching disaster.

"You are perhaps a friend of the young Zodd?" Hrruna asked in his kind
young-sounding voice.  "I seem to have had several visits from and on
the behalf of that young man.  What is it this time?  And do not worry
about the form of address.  We speak as friends." With great relief,
Kelly lapsed into the more familiar idiom to relate the events of the
past several weeks.  When appropriate, she handed him the relevant
documentation.  He read through Hrriss's translations, sheet by sheet.
Although not all Dalkey's lists had been done in Hrruban, there was more
than enough in Hrruban script to show First Speaker sufficient proof of
illegal payments out of Spacedep funds.  That is, if he chose to believe
that neither Todd nor Hrriss was guilty.

The First Speaker was skilled at posing questions in a natural
progression, making the conversation a comfortable chat instead of a
headlong plea for help.  Kelly hardly felt she was speaking to him of
planet-shaking matters in which the safety of her friends and her home
was at stake.  He considered everything she told him with a gentle
gravity, nodding as she pointed out items that had seemed to Todd to be
the most important.

"Why are you emissaries of Zodd?" Hrruna asked at last, his jaw dropping
in a smile.  "Why did he not come himself?"

"He and his father have disappeared.  They are not the sort of people
who run from trouble,' Kelly said, once again feeling her crushing worry
for Todd's safety.

"Neither son nor father is craven or thin-striped,' Hrruna said
encouragingly.

"We're afraid they've been abducted." Saying that aloud in Hrruna's
presence made it sound so horribly true that Kelly burst into tears.

She was exhausted and worried.  Nrrna sat beside her, holding her hand
and muttering soothing phrases.  Hrruna offered her a small glass of
clear water and she sipped it, determined to control herself.  This was
no time to show weakness.  The water helped.  Then she could tell Hrruna
what Todd and Hrriss had learned at the Launch Center, what Kiachif had
discovered about the incriminating tapes, and if the tapes had been
falsified, that neither Todd nor Hrriss could have stolen anything they
were accused of stealing, including that awful Byzanian Glow Stone.

"But Mr.  Reeve was taken from his house, and Todd from the Launch
Center, by Commander Rogitel.  They were taken by aircraft to the Treaty
Island to go by the grid to speak before the Amalgamated Worlds panel
and they never got there." Kelly forced back tears.  "They wanted to
clear their reputations.  But they didn't even get that chance!" And
then she stuck her fists against her mouth so she wouldn't disgrace
herself with more tears.

"I do not like what you have told me,' Hrruna said, his voice suddenly
sounding very old.

"It is the truth, most honored Speaker,' Nrrna said, speaking for the
first time.

Kelly hiccupped back her sobs.  "You're the only one we know who can
demand an investigation into their disappearance.  No one on Earth even
cares what happens to them!" she added bitterly.

"Please, please, most honored First Speaker, help us!  Help Rrala!"
Nrrna's voice was low but so sweetly imploring that Hrruna leaned down
to pat her cheek.

"I must assist you,' Hrruna said, his voice kindly but firm.  "I have
known much of what you related, but you have also brought me the proofs
which were withheld, or falsified, or conveniently misplaced." Hrruna
chuckled, a series of throaty grunts.

"I was truly unable to interfere until now.  The continuation of the
Rralan colony is far more important to me, as Hrruna, and as First
Speaker.

than I am willing to let any of my colleagues realize.

If, however, I tried to interfere, that would give leave to others who
are less altruistic to meddle in their own fashions and for their own
reasons, which would not be as benevolent as mine.  So I sheathe my
claws to give others no excuse to sharpen theirs.

They are compelled to show restraint, or suffer censure.  A subtle means
to an end but sometimes a more potent weapon than it first appears. When
reputation and honor are more important than life, it becomes a greater
lever." He sighed.  "Perhaps not long enough a lever, for it does not
appear to have unbalanced Rrala's greatest foes.  I have been watching
this contest from a distance.  The players are not only fearful
Hayumans.  Some are very powerfully connected Hrruban xenophobes,
including ones living on Rrala, who are trying to abort the Treaty."
"You know all this?" Kelly asked, and then bit her tongue for such
impudence.  "I beg your pardon, honored sir,' she said humbly.

She hadn't learned quite enough at Alreldep.  She really had no business
dealing at such a level.

First Speaker took no offense.  "I have my sources,' he said.

"Young Hrrula has not been idle throughout all this, reporting directly
to me.  He is intelligent and most discreet.  I value his observations
enormously.  He is devoted to Rrala, as well as to his world of birth.

If you had asked him, he might have been able to bring you directly to
me.

Hrrestan knows of my trust in Hrrula." Kelly and Nrrna looked at one
another in amazement.  "I didn't know that.  Neither of us knew that.
And with Hrriss gone .  .  ." She broke off.

"Exceptions have been made before now,' Hrruna said enigmatically.

"But someone has lowered himself to the dishonorable practice of
kidnapping.  I see the ramifications of that clearly.

If Zodd and Hrriss do not appear in court with the proofs you have shown
me, they are guilty by default.  One more tool has been used by the
hands of those without honor who would see Rrala fail.

The involvement of Admiral Landreau, Commander Rogitel, and Codep
Varnorian is known.

The dishonorable Hrruban is not."

"It's the Treaty Controller working under Third Speaker's orders,' Kelly
said, and then closed her eyes because now she had to admit to her own
dishonorable sins.  "I, urn, I sneaked into Treaty Controller's rooms to
look for that document box Nrrna and I knew he had received and which he
was so fussed about.

Well, we had to know what he meant by the days being numbered,' she
said, defending herself, but Hrruna merely looked amused.  "I couldn't
unlock it, but it had been sealed by Third Speaker's personal sigil."
"There is no crime in his receiving such a package,' Hrruna reminded
them.  "Third is his sponsor, after all."

"Yes, but why did he feel it necessary to hide that case in a specially
made place at the bottom of a chest instead of putting it in the safe in
his office or in the Archives?  If the documents were innocuous, why
didn't they arrive in a courier pouch?"

"You took out all the drawcrs in his bureau?" Hrruna asked, chuckling
merrily.  Kelly turned red.

"I am not judging your actions, child.  But I do see the point of your
suspicions.  Third may indeed be involved in this conspiracy.  It is not
beyond him when he feels thwarted.  Yes, I am sure he is not uninvolved.
Rrala is a nightmare to him.  If the Treaty is not renewed, he would be
unimaginably relieved."

"Please, honored sir.

Don't let them scuttle the Treaty!  Surely you can keep Treaty
Controller from listening to the pessimists on Hrruba?" Kelly begged.

"Rralans are no threat to Hrruban society,' Nrrna said.  "We want to
live our own life in peace." Hrruna nodded his approval.  "I think it
would be best if Rrala continued as it is, I agree.  But there are those
who feel that once we unleash the ocelot, we will cease to be master of
the hunt, and one day may even become prey.  An all-Hrruban colony will
behave as any Hrrubans will anywhere else.  When you add in the Hayuman
factor, behavior becomes more uncertain.  I prefer to trust, but others
cannot.

It is not in their natures.  I must not interfere in the negotiations or
decisions of the Council, or it would not be a genuine agreement.  It
would be forced.

But I will see what I can do to keep others from meddling so deeply."
With some difficulty, First Speaker rose stiffly to his feet.

"A line of inquiry will be initiated immediately, even though I said I
would spend my day in private.  I hope, pretty one,' he addressed Nrrna,
"that you will stay, so we can get to know one another better.

Though I am old, I would be entirely at your assistance, should you care
to remain with me." Nrrna shot Kelly a black-pupilled look of entreaty
and the fur stood up on the backs of her forearms and on her tail.  Such
an invitation from the First Speaker was a high honor and Nrrna could
not think of how to answer in a polite but negative way.

It had been one thing for her to vie with other females for Hrriss's
notice, but to diplomatically extricate herself from the attention of
another, more assertive male, especially one of the broadest Stripe on
Hrruba was more than she could handle.

Kelly had noticed how fascinated Hrruna was with Nrrna's dainty beauty
and realized it was now her turn to rescue her friend before Nrrna
really panicked.

"0 most honorable First Speaker, how we wish we could stay, both of us."
Kelly ignored the glance he flicked at her that suggested the Hayuman
had not been included in his invitation.  She rose to her feet.

"But we will be missed and awkward questions might arise from our
disappearance - especially as we are known to be the promised mates of
Todd and Hrriss." Giving Kelly a long and somewhat amused look, Hrruna
shook his head.  "I suggest both of you remain with me, for safety's
sake, my dear Hayuman.  A tactful message will be sent to Hrrula to
settle disquiet in both your houses.  But should any whisper fall upon
the breezes near Treaty Island that you have come to the First Speaker,
you would be in mortal danger if you returned to Rrala."

"Oh,' Kelly said in a very small voice.  She sat down again and
exchanged looks of alarm with Nrrna.  Put in that light, neither of them
was eager to go.

Hrruna's jaw dropped as he watched the byplay between them.

"I was preparing food when the lift light flashed that visitors were on
their way to me.  Come, we will eat together, for we will need our
strength.  You may even assist me.  Then we will set to work, for there
is more to be done than I thought and I will need your assistance
"That's what we came to get,1 Kelly said, and grinned broadly at him.

Nrrna even managed a soft purr.

Hrriss had found a safe haven with the Reeve family, keeping out of
sight in the house and trying to piece together from them what Kelly and
Nrrna rnigit have learned that had sent them into hiding, too.

According to his betrothed's mother, Kelly had arrived to see Nrrna.

She had left Calypso in the village pasture and her saddle was still in
Nrrna's room.  Mrrva had been busy with her tasks, somewhat worried by
the strangers in the village center, and when she had gone to call the
girls to eat at midday, they were gone.  No one had seen them since.

"I've called all the nearby ranches and no one has seen either Kelly or
Nrrna,' Pat Reeve told Hrriss.

"Did you have any luck?" Hrriss had contacted every Hrruban he knew to
be trustworthy, and some had set out discreet search groups to the farms
around Nrrna's home village and some of the ranches where Nrrna had
friends, but no one remembered seeing the girls.

"If she left Calypso, she's not anywhere a horse could go,' Pat said.
She was past worry, and into numbness, but she could still sense others'
pain.

Hrriss had only just been reunited with Todd after a traumatic
separation, and now he had more troubles to concern him.  Hrwvula had
told Pat discreetly that if she saw either Todd or Hrriss, they must be
prepared to appear before the Councillors or be judged guilty by
default.  He devoutly hoped that one or both would appear at the
appointed time.

Robin came home from school with another black eye and many scratches
and bruises.

"They're saying my brother's too much of a coward and he's flitted. They
say Hrriss has run, too, which proves both of them are guilty as sin!"
Robin was nearly in tears and refused to let his mother or his sister
touch his injuries.  "And I can't even tell "em you haven't run.  And
they won't listen when I tell "em my brother wouldn't!  It's not fair.

They weren't saying such things about Todd and you and Kelly at the
Snake Hunt, and that wasn't that long ago." Robin didn't quite succumb
to tears in front of Hrriss but it was touch and go.

"There are as many whom you have not seen today who do not believe that
of either of us, Robin,' Hrriss said.  "Hrrula is one.  Vic Solinari is
another.  And Lon Adjei."

"And Captain All Kiachif!" And, light-footed as ever, the spacefarer
stood in the doorway.

Hearing his voice, Pat ran out from the kitchen.

"Any news?"

"If you call no news good news, Patricia, then I've plenty of good
tidings,' the swarthy spacer said, shaking his head.

"I've been listening in among my captains.  No one reports transshipping
any mystery guests off this planet in the dead of night, or knowing
anyone who did.  Any package that looks big enough to hold an unwilling
prisoner, or one past caring, if you understand and forgive me, has been
opened, turned over, and shaken.  There's no trace of either of your
men, either heading toward Earth or going in the exact opposite
direction." Kiachif grimaced apologetically.  "I've been on to Murp,by,
the supercargo at Main Station, Earth.  No one 5 come by to claim that
beacon yet.  I'm still hoping someone might so I can tie a can to his
tail.

No offense meant, Hrriss."

"None zaken, Captain.  I have sent more messages to our friends on
Earth,' Hrriss said.  "My father was there when they left to Zreaty
Island.  We have so little time left, but I believe they are on Earth."

"Earth's a damned big place to find two Humans, laddie,' Kiachif said
grimly.  "I'd have more luck searching space.

The radio buzzed and Pat grabbed up the handset, her face wild with her
desperate hope for good news.

"Yes, Vic?  .  - - They are?  But where?  You don't know?  Then how can
you be sure.  .  .  Oh, Hrrula Well, yes, I do trust him as you do Yes,
yes, I understand.  Oh, I think I do understand!" There was a glow on
her worn face when she turned to the rest of the room.  "Vic Solinari
has had a message from Hrrula.  Kelly is safe, and Nrrna." Pat reached
out to grip Hrriss's arm reassuringly.

"Where did they get to, then?" Kiachif asked.

"Hrrula would only say that they are in the safest place they could
possibly be.  We're not to worry about them." Hrriss threw his head up,
his shoulders back, and his eyes began to gleam.  "Zzoo!  Zat Kelly,'
and his laughter was a loud purr of mixed satisfaction and surprise.

"Where are they, Hrriss?" Pat asked, giving his arm a shake as she
peered up into his face.

"With the best friend we could have right now."

"I think I get what you mean, m'lad,' Kiachif said, and winked.

Dalkey Petersham straightened his narrow collar before answering his
comlink line's signal.  Six hundred hours was an odd time for a call,
but fortunately he was already up and dressed.  Kelly again?  She was
always turning up at odd times.

Dalkey switched on the unit.  The screen displayed the face of a man
he'd never seen before, but he certainly recognized the uniform: Poldep.
Dalkey gulped.  He knew he was being watched in the office now, but
pretended he didn't.  Partly because he really didn't want to be under
observation.  That only resulted in unpleasantness sooner or later.

Fortunately he'd sent all he could to Kelly without breaking into the
current data banks, so perhaps they'd stop watching him if he went
strictly about his proper business.  He still didn't know how Kelly had
talked him into stripping those old files, but Kelly had a way with her.
And it had been fun, delving into files, showing how cleverly he could
penetrate massive files and extract just the information he needed.  If
only someone else would realize that Dalkey Petersham had untapped
potential.

But why was a Poldep inspector calling him at this hour?  Spacedep had
their own-and Dalkey gulped again-disciplinary branch.  Then he
remembered that Kelly had gone to Poldep, so this call might have more
to do with Kelly Solinari than Dalkey Petersham.

"This is Sampson DeVeer,' the moustachioed man said.  "This is the
communications number left by a young woman who has been assisting me in
one of my inquiries.  A Miss Green.

Kelly!  Then he had lulled suspicion in his office.

Relieved, Dalkey wondered if he should try to look dashing and
piratical, suitable for the acquaintance of a police informant, or as
harmless as possible.

Harmless seemed more sensible.  You lived longer if no one felt
threatened by you.  He let his shoulders hunch forward a little bit and
tried to look clerkish.  "Yes, sir?"

"I have received a request from another quarter to locate one of the
subjects concerned in that investigation,' DeVeer said obscurely.  He
waited, and Dalkey realized that he wanted Dalkey to prove he knew what
the officer was talking about.

"That wouldn't be a member of the Reeve family, would it?" Dalkey asked,
and DeVeer nodded.  "Has that party been found?"

"Ahem, how did you know the party was missing?" DeVeer asked.

"Mrs.  Reeve inquired by way of comp-line if by any chance one of her
relatives had been in touch with me,' Dalkey replied, thinking there was
no harm in that.  "She doesn't think they got as far as here.

The man sighed gently and smoothed his moustache with a fingertip.

"That is a possibility which this office has been investigating.

We thought you might help."

"If I should hear from either of them, I will contact you immediately."
Dalkey felt that was safe to say.

"Please be sure to.

There was something ominous about that phrasing but the call was
disconnected.

Hrringa didn't often leave the Hrruban Center.

Hayumans should be accustomed to Hrrubans by now, but he was always
conscious of stares, discreet, indirect observations.  Nor could he tell
if this was mere curiosity, bad manners, or outright hostility.

The last seemed unlikely, judging by what he had observed of Them.

Their lack of expression bothered him most, for he could not tell, as he
could of any Hrruban countenance, what they felt: their eyes black dots
in the center of oblong white orbs.  Without another of his kind to keep
him company, he often felt himself a hostage on Earth.

Should something go very wrong with the Treaty he might be eliminated by
a tribe of these expressionless white-eyed folk, even if physically he
wa larger than most, and certainly stronger.  That he might be faced
with death on this posting had been subtly suggested to him in his
original briefing.  He had been chosen from the young applicants of man
distinguished stripes because of his calm nature, excellent bearing, and
diplomatic training.

"The Zreaty is at a crucial stage, as I am certairi you are awarrre,'
Hrringa said to Rogitel when he was finally admitted to the Spacedep
subchiefs office.  With Terran officials, he spoke Terran.  "1

have juzt been approached by an official of yin Poldep.  He asks is it
possible zat I wass given the wrrong date and hourr for the arrival of
the Rrevs9.

I was zold to expect zein.  Zey have not come.  i waited all that night
for zeir appearrance, and sel the alarrrms so that I would be awakened
zereaftei by the activation of the grid."

"Alarms?" Rogitel asked.  His face remained still.

but he felt agitated.  He had been waiting for  report from the men he
had hired to wait for the Reeves outside Alreldep block, and was
concerned at the delay.  This was a snag he had not anticipated.

that the Reeves had failed to appear inside the Hrruban Center.

The Hrruban's tail lashed once in dismay.  "Yes.

motion alarrms.  I do not usually set zein because no otherrs of my
species are perrmitted on Arrth.

and the only Hayuman outpost with a grid is Rrala, so I do not see much
traffic.  There is no need to arrise in the off-shifts to rrceive a
nonsentient shipment, the most frequent use of the grid."

"True." Rogitel wasted few words, especially ones that might be
misconstrued.

"The alarrms are very sensizive.  Nothing set zein off, not yesterday,
and not zoday.  I tessted zein mysself just beforre I came to be certain
that they were in worrking orrder and zey are.  Zo I must ask you,
onorred sir, has something happened to delay the Rrevs?

***** Surely if they were summoned by the court, zey would have come?

Zey are known to be honornable men.  Am I in error?"

"You are not,' the commander said.  "The Amalgamated Worlds court was
waiting for them." Rogitel stood up and nodded curtly to the Hrruban.

"Thank you for coming to see me, honored sir.  I will look into the
matter, and bring it to the aflention of my superior." Hrringa bowed and
left.

Within the hour, Admiral Landreau appeared in the Hrruban Center and
demanded instantaneous transport to Doona.  He was upset.  He had been
expecting to hear in bloody detail how Rogitel's hired toughs disposed
of the Reeves and found out that the damned nuisances had not even
reached Earth!  Rogitel was in trouble, for not verifying that the
prisoners had not been taken into custody by his hirelings and disposed
of as arranged.  There was only the one fast way back to Earth-by the
Hrruban Center's grid.  Had someone tipped off tl Reeves as to the
reception awaiting them?

Landreau had thoroughly enjoyed listening the furor among the Doonan
colonists, caused i the midnight summons of the Reeves to appe before
the Amalgamated Worlds panel.  What h<' happened?  Rogitel had seen them
safely toti Treaty Island grid.  They had been transferred that
abominable mechanism, but the men waitii outside the Hrruban Center
swore blind th neither Reeve had left the block.  None of ti corner
monitors at each angle of the buildir recorded anyone passing, in either
direction.  Cou the rumormongers on Doona be correct? cowards had done a
flit?  Unless, and Landre considered this possibility, they had been in
cahoo with the grid operator on Doona and got ther selves transported to
some village where they we no doubt lying low until after the Treaty was
ratifie Landreau swore under his breath.  Damned ca couldn't be trusted
to do even the simplest thin like key in a proper grid destination.  The
wretcht felines had been a thorn in his side all along.

those Reeves were hidden somewhere on Doon he'd find them if it was the
last thing that he cv did in his life.

He continued muttering to himself while Hrrin hastened to set the
controls for transmission Treaty Island.  The engulfing smoke rose arour
him and blotted out the Hrruban's expressionle cat face.

Landreau grunted in relief as he recognized tI Treaty Island facility
and strode off the platform.

Yes, that was what had happened.  The bedamned grid operator had
redirected the Reeves somewhere on Doona.  Why hadn't Rogitel checked
the settings?  Or had the Treaty Controller do so?  Slack discipline,
that!  You had to do everything yourself to see it done properly.

Landreau wheeled, confronting the grid operator directly.

"What is your name?" he demanded of the astonished Hrruban.  All grid
operators understood Standard.  Had to.

"Hrrenya,' the Hrruban replied, surprised.

"Who is your superior?" treaty Controller,' the catman answered, backing
away from Landreau and blinking his eyes.

"He is seniorr diplomaz on Rrala "You were on duty three nights back?
When the Treaty Controller and Commander Rogitel brought the Reeves
here?  D'you know the Reeves?  The Hrruban nodded quickly.

"Where did you send them?"

"To Arrth as I was inzructed, honorred sir." "You didn't!" Landreau
shouted.  "You didn't!

They never arrived on Earth.  Where did you send them?  Someplace right
here on Doona.  Isn't that right?" Landreau's rising voice had attracted
attention.

Out of a nearby corridor, three of the Treaty Councillors hurried toward
the grid, the Controller among them.  The grid operator tried to keep
his dignity, tried to remain calm, but the Hayuman's face was growing
very red and, without fur to cover it, it was a terrifying sight.  Grid
operators were ii trained in diplomatic matters, so Hrrenya  intensely
relieved to see assistance near at hand "Admiral Landreau,' the Treaty
Controller sn ped out in Hrruban.  "Why are you berating 0 operator? You
should report any insubordinati or impudence to me. "Where are Ken and
Todd Reeve?" Landre turned on the Controller as perhaps the genuinc
guilty party in this absurd miscarriage.  He stu bornly kept to his own
language, too enraged exercise any courtesy until he had the answers i
had come to find.

"What?" the Controller demanded, as stubborr replying in Hrruban.

"Are they not on Terra?  Yi demanded their presence there three days
ago.

myself witnessed their departure.

"What do you mean, they're not here?  Yo drone there,' and Landreau
swung an arm toward the grid operator, whose tail was between his legs
in fear, "sent them somewhere here on Dooi instead of back to Earth so
they could answer f their crimes.  They are my prisoners.  I demand th
the Reeves be produced and sent immediately stand trial. "You demand?"
the Hrruban snarled, the poill of his teeth exposed.

Treaty Controller flew into rage.  "You have dishonored our people who
live ( Rrala, by using these Humans, whom you ha' yourself misplaced, to
commit foul crimes again the Treaty which you pretend to support.

If you cannot find them on your planet, then that is r 42S fault of
ours.  Seek to set your own tribe in order without falsely accusing
those of another." Landreau's momentum came to a dead halt.  The Treaty
Controller's anger was too genuine to have been faked.  Landreau was a
fair judge of knowing truth from lie and the Treaty Controller obviously
told the truth-or what he thought was the truth.

If the Reeves had transported, why hadn't Rogitel's men detained them?
Or did that fur-faced Hrringa assist them and send them out of the
Hrruban Center a secret way?  He'd never been too happy with the secrecy
shielding the Hrruban Center from outside interference.

"Naturally you would defend your employee,' Landreau began, trying
another tack.  "How do you know that he was not got at?  Bribed?  Those
men should have been sent toEarth to answer for their offenses.  They
did not arrive.  They are still on Doona!" Treaty Controller drew
himself up indignantly, looking down with great condenscension on the
stocky smaller Human.  "We have more important matters to debate than
the whereabouts of two troublesome Hayumans.  If the young Reeve does
not appear at his trial, lie is by default guilty and so is his partner
in crime.  We are constrained to continue for the next two days to work
out details which may, indeed, be irrelevant.  But we are by honor bound
to continue.

He swept magnificently away, though the other Councillors did not
immediately follow.  The small woman who had met the Admiral 6n his last
visit, Madam Dupuis, gazed at him steadily, as if she  trying to read
his mind.  Did she know something his secret plans?

"You have no jurisdiction to search Dooi Admiral,' she said in a cold
expressionless voi( "Go back to Earth.  Where you belong." S signalled
to the grid operator, repeating her or( in her fluent Hrruban and
waited, arms folded, see that her order was obeyed.

Uncomfortable on many counts, Landreau h to step back on the grid and
hope that the presen of Madam Dupuis meant that the grid operat would
explicitly follow his orders.

When Ken tried to move, his head hurt, and I wrists were pressed against
the small of his bac His hands were numb.  He tried to turn over ai pull
them apart to restore circulation, but i couldn't move.

He opened his eyes to the u encouraging sight of a dull gray wall.

Squirming, i tried to free his hands, but they were tied by a ta binding
that allowed no slack he could use to fri them.  He turned his head in a
quick survey.  The wasn't much light, but sufficient to see Todd's lin
body on a fiat plank of wood similar to the ol under him.

"Todd?" Ken said, trying his voice.

Todd was on a flat plank of a bed that w identical to his own.  As Ken's
eyes grew accu tomed to the dim light, he saw the bruises on tI boy's
face, blood on his nose, cheeks, and chin, hi old blood, dried.

Torn clothes revealed bloc:: scratches and more discoloring bruises.

But at least the blood was clofled and dried.  Todd was breathing
heavily through his mouth, not surprising, for his nose was probably
broken.  At least he was breathing.  Ken remembered the two of them
standing back-to-back, fighting for their lives against too numerous
assailants.

When the transport mist had cleared after their departure from Treaty
Island, Ken had been struck across the back with something hard, like a
bar.

The force of the blow had dropped him to his knees.  Gasping with pain
and surprise, Ken struggled to his feet to defend himself against the
attacking Hrrubans.  Demanding that they identify themselves and
repeating his own name brought no answer save for grunts at the punches
he landed wherever he could.  Ken Reeve had wrestled a few steers in his
day and, bigger though the Hrrubans were, they only had two legs.

With a well-aimed kick, he forced one attacker to his knees, kicking the
sheath knife out of his hand and ducking the claws that swiped at him as
the Hrruban sprang up.

Then the prehensile tail wrapped around Ken's waist like a snake.

Their caudal appendages weren't really very strong.  They were made for
holding, not subduing.  Ken jerked an elbow down hard over the joint
between two of the small bones under the fur.

The Hrruban let out a wail of pain and whipped his tail out of reach.
But then someone jumped Ken from behind, trying to throttle him.  He
kicked out at another who leaped at him in a frontal attack, catching
him in the throat, snapping the fringed jaw shut, and knocking him
unconscious.

Another Hrruban merely lifted both Ken's leg off the ground while the
one behind him forced hi: hands together.  Ken knew from sounds beyond
bin that Todd had been acquitting himself well agains such overwhelming
numbers of assailants.  As Kei waited bravely for his neck to be broken,
he fel only that his hands and legs were being tied tightly So they
weren't trying to kill him, just capture him He looked toward Todd,
struggling in the hands o three Hrrubans.  One thing was certain with s(
many Hrrubans around: they were not on Earth Had they been diverted to
Hrruba?

Though Todd had the height and heft of hi attackers, he couldn't quite
fight free.  Years 0 riding and hard work had given him the strength 0 a
mule, and the Hrrubans couldn't pull him down While Todd was still on
his feet, Ken had hope, anc filling his lungs, he started to yell at the
top of hi voice in Hrruban.

"Help!  Someone!  Help us!  We are being deniec honorable treatment!"
Todd added his voice, shouting in High Hrrubar for the Speakers. Whether
or not they were or Hrruba, such a cry should raise an alarm nearby
Their yelling upset their assailants.  The one behinc Ken began to clout
him across the mouth to silencc him.  Ken writhed, trying to evade the
blows wit} his bound arms.  Suddenly he heard Todd's shout end abruptly.
Then a pair of fists caught him on the point of his chin, and that was
the end of his fight.

Now Ken squirmed and rolled until he gol himself into a sitting
position.  The sound of a throat being cleared told him that the two of
them were not alone in their small, gray prison.  Ken glanced over to
the far corner of the room.  Two Hrrubans in the harness of official
guards sat in chairs beyond the end of the small chamber, closed off to
the corridor by a wall of bars.  Ken peered at them.

They were both of a very narrow Stripe.  They looked unmarked, so they
were unlikely to be part of the gang that had attacked them.  The narrow
Stripes wore only bare harnesses, giving Ken no idea of where they were
and which faction had captured them.  However, he could rule out Earth
because of the presence of so many Hrrubans, though the corridors beyond
the chamber reminded him of Earth.  They could have been taken to any
one of several dozen Hrruban-settled worlds.

"Todd?  Wake up, son!" Ken whispered.  He eased himself slowly along the
bench until he was sitting opposite Todd's head.  Neither of the guards
moved, either to help him or to make him lie down again.

Trussed up as he was, guards were no more than a formality.  His
movement had been noticed and the Hrrubans muttered between them in Low
Hrruban.

Todd stirred, and his eyes opened.  Ken noticed that his chin was dark
with stubble.  They had been unconscious a long time, perhaps even a
day.  Todd started to sit up, and winced at the pain of his bruised
muscles.  "Where are we, Dad?"

"I don't know, Todd,' Ken said.  He caught Todd's eye and then looked
significantly toward the barred wall.

"But it sure isn't Earth. Todd turned his head and opened his mouth but
Ken intervened.

"No, son, don't.  Don't speak Hrruban.  Just before you woke up, one of
them said to the other, "They're a lot more docile than Third said
they'd be."' "Oh?" Todd raised his eyebrows at that indiscretion.

"This pair obviously don't know we understand their language." Ken
smiled grimly.  "If we keep listening, we may hear something even more
valuable.  Here, move toward me and I'll see if I can't undo your
bindings.  Hey, untie us, would you?" he asked the guards loudly in
Terran.  The two Hrrubans stared at Ken without saying a word and then
went back to their own conversation.

"I don't think they understand Terran,' Ken said with satisfaction.

"So does Third plan to kill us?" Todd asked with commendable detachment.

"I think not or they'd have done so during the fight on the grid,' Ken
said grimly.  "No, they want us alive and I'd give anything to know
why."

"So I can't appear at that trial and Hrriss and I are judged guilty by
my default?" Todd suggested.

"Could be, son, since it was Third Speaker who made your innocence a
sticking point for Treaty Renewal.

Both kept working surreptitiously to release their hands.  If the guards
thought them docile, so much the better for the success of their efforts
to free themselves.

Plainly bored by a long stretch, the two guards leaned together and
began to speak.  They didn't bother to lower their voices, believing
that their bareskin prisoners did not understand Hrruban.

Their conversation was less than complimentary about the cravens they
had no real need to guard.

When one said that the bareskins would be easy to subdue, after all, Ken
and Todd redoubled their efforts to free themselves.

Todd got his hands loose first.  He stifled an inadvertent gasp as blood
rushed to his fingers, causing excruciating pain.  As soon as they
worked again, he moved closer to his father and unbound him.

They'd have to be very careful getting their legs free.  Perhaps if they
pretended to sleep .  .  .  It was when Todd shifted cautiously onto one
side that he realized what had been taken from him.

"Dad!  They've taken it.

"What?"

"All the documents we were going to show the panel, to prove me
innocent, to prove Landreau's conspiracy.

Ken's groan was genuine.  In Third Speaker's possession, those documents
were pure gelignite!

He closed his eyes, knowing total defeat of all he'd strived to build,
all he hoped for the future of the DoonaiRrala Experiment.  He couldn't
look at Todd, but the boy's soft anguished moan told him that Todd
understood the scope of the disaster.

CHAPTER 11

ON ThE DMS OF ThE ASSEMBLY HALL, elders from all ten villages of Doona
waited for the huge crowd of colonists to come to order.  The
transportation grid on the Hrruban side of the Friendship Bridge had
been busy all day, bringing in anyone and everyone from all over the
planet who wanted to help organize the celebration for Treaty Renewal
Day.  Carts and flitters full of food and decorations lined the paths
outside and spilled over into the garden.  Children caught the mood of
excitement from their parents, who whispered among themselves about the
upcoming great event.

"Please!" Hrrestan shouted over the din.  "We have much to do before
tomorrow.  May we have your attention, please?"

"I'm glad I lived to see this day,' said Hu Shih, smiling through his
spectacles at his friends, both Human and Hrruban.  "The celebration
tomorrow will be both a tribute to all the hard work we have put in and
an acknowledgment of the cooperation between our races."

"If there is any celebration to look forward to,' Anne Boncyk said
sourly, from just in front of the dais. She had been passing on the
whispers she heard to anyone who'd listen that Ken Reeve and his son
Todd had disappeared rather than appear in court to defend allegations
against them.

"They're probably headed for one of the outer worlds where they have all
that money hidden away,' she confided out loud to Randall McKee.

But she picked the wrong target for such a statement.

"You know better than that, Anne,' Randall replied, rising to the
defense of both Reeves.

"Yes, indeed,' and Vic Solinari joined McKee, facing down the woman's
gossip.  "There'll be a bloody damned good explanation for their
disappearance, just you wait and see."

"I'll wait but I don't think I'll see,' she replied tauntingly.  "Those
Reeves never could run things right."

"Confound it, Anne Boncyk,' and now Ben Adjei confronted the small
woman, "if you mean how they run the Snake Hunt, I've told you three
times for every pig you own, Anne, if you'd have chosen a different
homestead than the one you did, the snakes wouldn't come anywhere near
your spread."

"They're supposed to make sure all livestock is safe all along the way,'
Anne retorted, getting angrier.

"Those reptiles have been sliding up and back between the dunes and the
marshes along that stretch since before your acres had even surfaced out
of the sea.  I showed you a dozen better sites when you came here. You'd
be better off if you moved."

"I might not have a choice, thanks to those Perfect Twins you all think
so much of." Anne sniffed, turning away from the burly veterinarian and
looking around to make sure Hrriss was not within earshot.  "What I've
heard is, if they're judged guilty, then the Treaty won't be renewed.

All along, you thought they were such saints, and look what they're
doing to us!"

"Todd and Hrriss are innocent,' Vic Solinari said.

"Most of the charges against them have been proved bogus.  You know that
as well as anyone else here, Anne Boncyk, so stop acting the maggot."
"If they're so innocent, why isn't Todd here to stand beside Hrriss and
prove it?  Because if they don't, we're off Doona!  The Hrrubans will
confiscate our homes, our stock, everything we've worked for."

"Hrrubans do not intend to confiscate Hayuman homes,' said Hrrula,
stepping through the crowd around them.  "I, Hrrula, know that Zodd Rrev
is innocent."

"Well, we're not sure of that,' a Human woman cried out.

"Yet your system of justice, like ours, clearly states that one is
innocent until proved guilty.  If, after knowing how hard both Todd and
Hrriss have worked to make this colony succeed, you think they are
guilty, then this great Experiment is already over." There was a
moment's stunned silence as Hrrula's words condemned many for their lack
of faith.

Hrriss, standing well back in the crowd, lowered his head in shame.  He
had endured much calumny and heard his dearest friend slandered. Nothing
he had said, or proved with the precious documents they had worked so
hard to gather, would change the minds of many of these distressed folk,
Hrruban and Hayuman, when they realized that all their hard work could
be swept away at any moment by the dissolution of the Treaty and the
DoonaiRrala Experiment.

"No, the Experiment has not failed,' cried Hu Shih, struggling to the
dais.  "Not if we, Hayuman and Hrruban alike, present a unified front.
We must be of one mind now, more than ever, putting aside petty
questions of innocence or guilt.  The Colonial Department and the
Speakers will have to realize that we, Hayumans and Hrrubans, are
sincere and dedicated to the principles of the Decision at Doona and the
Cohabitation Treaty."

"Well said, well said!" Clapping his hands above his head in Hayuman
fashion, Hrrestan jumped to the dais to stand beside the slender little
Hu Shih.

"This colony is a state of mind as well as a place for both species to
live and prosper.  It was founded on hope.  Let us keep that hope alive.
Now!  Let us hope that our faith in those young men is vindicated as I
know it will be!" And to the surprise of everyone listening, Hrrestan
threw his head back and uttered an ancient Hrruban challenge.

It had barely died away when others repeated the challenge, Hrrubans
with their uncanny howl and Hayumans with wild ululating cheers.

"Okay, folks,' and Vic Solinari leaped to the dais.

"No one's called off the ceremonies so let's make sure they start on
time.  Senior dignitaries from Earth and Hrruba are due in shortly.

Let's show them as united a front as we did twenty-five years ago.

They didn't believe us then, and we made them as united a front as we
did twenty-five years ago.  They didn't believe us then, and we made
them.  Let's revive that spirit and show "em now, today!  We're here to
stay, Hrrubans and Hayuhands for silence.  "We got a lot of work to do
now, everybody, so let's hop to it.  First Village has sent rails of
brrnas for roasting, Wayne Boncyk's given us four of his boars to roast.
Norris has donated a hundredweight of those special sausages he makes,
Phyllis here has ssliss eggs by the cartload, and I dunno how many women
have been baking.  Let's get organized, folks!" He sprang down from the
dais, genially pushing one group one way, another toward the doors,
gesturing at the fire pits that were already glowing.

"We have the crop of our berry harvest to offer,' called out Hrrmova of
the Third Hrruban Village.

"A bounty of blackberries and drroilanas."

"The Launch Bar will donate beer, mlada, and wine,' the owner called.
"If any spacers come wanting a drink, they'll have to find me here.  I
don't want to miss a minute of the celebration."

"That's the spirit,' Vic Solinari cheered him.

"Hrrestan, where should I put my two hundred kilos of good aged urfa
cheese?"

"We shall find a place, my friend,' the Hrruban said, "for I know that
many Hrrubans are particularly fond of that commodity."

"And the hunters of First Village,' Hu Shih said, "have made a record
catch of the hatchlings.  Snake stew must be on the menu."

"We're doing all this for nothing!" Martinson of the Launch Center
shouted, pushing through a crowd which had recovered its hope.

"We'll all be off this planet before that food can be cooked, much less
served." But this warning elicited more jeers than agreement.

"You may leave now, if that is how you feel, Martinson,' Hrrestan
replied, letting his eyes slit as he looked at the portmaster.  He
didn't show the irritation he felt at this attempt to puncture the
delicate mood of optimism that was beginning to build.  "Go if you do
not share our hopes.  We will not miss you." And resolutely he turned
away.

Martinson stared after him, looked around the room, but others had
turned away, too.  He stamped out of the Hall, cursing fools and
fatheads and men who wouldn't face reality.

Soon even the most pessimistic caught the growing spirit of hope and
resolve.  There was a lot to be done, however the events of the next day
turned out.  After all, twenty-tive years ago, there had been less hope
for those who remembered that fateful day.  Was it wrong to expect a
second miracle?

Hrrestan hoped that he sounded more convinced than he felt.  If some
worked only because it was something to do, that was better than doing
nothing.  And so the preparations for the feasi began, Hrrubans and
Hayumans working side by side.

The next day dawned, for better or for worse.

Pat forced herself out of bed and set aboui kneading bread dough which
had risen during the night.  She put the loaf pans on the sun porch to
rise again.  Deftly she put fancy touches on each, spread glazes on some
and sprinkled seed on others.  Foi someone who had never baked a loaf of
bread before she came to Doona, over time Pat had mastered the skill
until she had pride in it.  If she worked, she didn't think about how
frightened she was.  Once again she was alone on Doona withoul Ken: she
hadn't liked it the first time it had happened twenty-five years ago and
she didn't like it now.  He should be here with her.  Where was he Where
was Todd?  And where were Kelly and Nrrna?  Safe, they said, but where
was safe these days?  Kelly had given her so much support evel since
Todd had woken up to what everyone else had seen-that he and Kelly were
so well suited tc each other.  The bread made, she had only to wail
until it was ready to bake.  Only to wait?  That wa the hardest part of
all.  Wait for what?

The handle of the front door rattled, and Pat fie to answer it.

On the doorstep was her daughter Ilsa.

and her two small daughters.

"Oh, sweetheart,' Pat gasped.  "I'd almost forgot.

ten you were coming." lIsa put down her bags and threw her arm of tea
and think what to do." around her mother.

"Happy Treaty Renewal Day, Mom, she said happily, embracing Pat, and
then stood back at her expression.  "If it is.  What's wrong?" Pat bent
to cuddle her two small granddaughters, four and seven they were now.

"How would you two like to help me make bread?" she asked, diverting
them as well as herself.

"Wash your hands now,' and when they had, she showed them how to shape
spare scraps of dough into little loaves and left them to it.

With them happily occupied, she explained to lisa what had been
happening since their last contact.

lIsa listened quietly and thoughtfully to the most recent troubles.
Knowing her brother's sense of honor, lisa had expected Todd to have
cleared up all that nonsense about smuggling and stealing and things.
She kept to herself her anxiety when she learned of the disappearance of
both her father and brother.

"Why didn't you comp-line me, Mother?  If Dad and Todd are on Earth, we
could have gone to Poldep to instigate a search for them."

"I didn't want to worry you, dear,' Pat replied, knowing that she hadn't
considered her gentle daughter could be much help in such circumstances.

"Every minute I expect them back, to walk in that door and explain where
they've been.  And there's no time left now.  Nothing they could do even
if they do make it back today."

"Now, now, Mother, I'll just make us a nice cup When the baking was
done, the two women pu the still-steaming loaves and buns in the flitter
an went to the Assembly Hall kitchen. The room wa uncomfortably silent.
The previous day's ebullience had dissipated when dawn brought no sign o
the missing Reeves.  Preparations for the feast wer proceeding, but the
mood was of people performing chores by rote or by sheer and dogged
obstinacy, with none of the laughter and joking anc excitement that
should infect such a task on a da of such historic importance.

Those who would cling to their hope and fait until the bitter end of all
expectation tried to resisi the spread of despair.  Some of the faces
were stunned and incredulous, others resentful.  A fe doomsayers
murmured to any who would listen thai there was no way to avoid or
escape the inexorable end of this sad day.

Hrrula, Hrrestan, Mrrva, the Solinaris, and the Shihs moved constantly
about the work parties encouraging, complimenting, urging people to
greater efforts.  The preparations continued in spite of the general
depression.  It looked like it would be a magnificent feast, in the very
best tradition of Doona.  Even if it did turn out to be the last one,
the condemned would eat heartily.

"You always present food so beautifully, Miranda,' Pat told one of the
young women who had just been carving Doona blossoms out of root
vegetables.  Smiling, the girl glanced up at the compliment and her
smile turned to a sneer as she swiftly moved away.

Pat felt as if she had been slapped.  She glanced up and met the eyes of
one of the Hrruban males who were helping trim roasts, and he too turned
his head, without changing expression.  Pat cast wildly about for lIsa
and found she'd watched -the whole thing.  The young woman's eyes were
full of shocked hurt.  Pat was embarrassed that her daughter had to be
witness to her mother's humiliation.

It was so obvious that people unconsciously blamed Todd, and Ken, for
their predicament.

"Pat, I'd appreciate your help outside,' Dr.  Kate Moody said, wrapping
an arm around her shoulders and escorting her firmly to the door.  Once
they were hidden behind a cultivated hedge which separated the rear of
the kitchen from plain view, Pat let go and sobbed bitterly on Kate's
shoulder.

"You've been a model of fortitude, Pat, don't spoil it now,' the colony
pediatrician murmured to her, patting her on the back.  "This isn't a
personal rejection of you, you know.  Everyone's tense, frustrated.  I
don't have a notion what happened to Ken or Todd but I'm damned sure
they'd be here if they could!  And I keep hoping any minute now they'll
come striding - over that bridge and set everything straight.  Mind you,
they may be cutting their timing a bit close, but they'll come."

"If I could believe that .  .  ." Pat wiped her eyes with the doctor's
handkerchief and let out a sigh.

She wanted that very scene to take place, and soon.

She looked over at the bridge, hoping against hope that Ken and Todd
would materialize from the grid.

"I can't blame people, Kate.  If.  .  .  We'll all lose our homes and
everything we've worked for and we really don't belong anywhere now but
Doona.  And why is it that both Todd and Hrriss have to be at the
hearing?  Hrriss has almost all the evidence.

 Why, that Mayday beacon being found on Earth, and Dr.  Tylanio proving
the log tape was doctored beyond recognition.  That proves that the boys
didn't steal those things because they weren't even near those planets,
just as they've always said." Pat had to stop to blow her nose.  "And if
Hrriss is innocent, then Todd is, too.  Or that's what Hrruvula assured
me.  And that's how he's going to present the documentation we have!"
Kate smiled at her.  "Well, you're a lot more generous with the fools
than I'd be.  Come on back inside.  There's a lot left to be done, and
we need you.  I know they've got almost all the evidence, but they may
hang us all on the specific wording of the Speakers' resolution.  Both
boys and all charges dismissed.  No one could ever keep either Ken or
Todd down for long.  And you know it." Kate lifted Pat's chin and smiled
at her.  "So hold your head up and shame the devil." Pat managed a weak
laugh.  "My grandmother used to say that.  If I just knew that they were
both .  okay .  .  ." She couldn't bring herself to use any other word.
"I feel so lost without them."

"Well, you're not lost, and you're not alone.  You have all of us. Let's
see if I can remind these doubting fainthearts of that." Kate pushed
through the door and escorted Pat back to the cake-decorating station.
With a firm hand, she sat her down on a stool and put tools in front of
her.  To the others who glanced at them in surprise, the pediatrician
stated in a loud voice: "Now let's get something straight, you gaggle of
gossiping grannies.  No, you're acting like preteens, and I've the right
to kick sense into that age group. You know where to lay the blame for
all the anxiety we're experiencing, and it isn't on Pat Reeve's
shoulders.  It's because her husband and her son haven't turned up.  Do
you know them so little after twenty-five years that you'd honestly
believe they'd leave us in a lurch?

"Well, I don't, and there're plenty of others who agree with me.

Someone, or some group of ones, made sure Ken and' Todd never made it to
Earth.

"Cause there's no way they'd go unnoticed there!

Not those big-striding, proud-walking men.  Can you imagine them
mincy-mincing,' and she mimicked the short polite stride of the Terran
natives, drawing a giggle from some quarters, "along Corridors and
Aisles without being noticed?

We know they're not on Doona because where we Hayumans haven't looked,
we Hrrubans have!  And any of us silly enough to believe that there
aren't some Hayumans and Hrrubans who'd both prefer never to set eyes on
the Reeves again better take the next shuttle out of here."

"We'll have to anyhow, won't we, if the Reeves don't show up?" a woman
murmured.

"Well, I got hopes on that score, too.  We've got Hrruvula, no
narrow-stripe mince-stepped poseur either, to present the documentation
that has been assembled.  And if Hrriss can be proved innocent then ipso
facto, Todd Reeve is.  And that ought to be good enough for everyone
here and good enough to sway the Councillors.  And, I don't want to hear
another sour word from anyone." She clapped her hands vigorously.  "We
got a lot to do.

Let's do it.  And with a few smiles to make the work go quicker." Few
could argue with her facts or the good sense for which Kate Moody had
always been noted.

Flagging hopes revived again and soon a few smiles appeared on faces.
Several peopjie deliberately came up to Pat, giving her affectionate
squeezes on her forearm or apologizing for their unkindness.

Instead of seeking for something or someone new to blame, long glances
passed between friends who were fearful that they would never see one
another again.  Work resumed at a more energetic pace with the renewed
sense of solidarity.

Old Abe Dautrish, carefully decanting wines of his own recipes from
herbs and local berries, spoke in reminiscence.  "Remember that first
winter?  Ten months of misery.  Living in one miserable plastic hut
until we could get the others up.  Remember what that was like?

Who'd believe we could come so far?"

"And together,' said Lee Lawrence, smacking Hrrula on the back.

"All was bezzer when we became frIends,' a Hrruban woman said, with
dropped jaw.

"We'll fight this,' Phyllis Shih stated, whipping a bowlful of eggs with
a vengeance.  "They can't throw us out of here.  This is our home. We'll
take the appeal to the Amalgamated Worlds court ourselves if we need
to."

"That's the old Doona spirit,' Kate Moody said with satisfaction. She
winked at Pat.

All the preparations were complete by midafternoon.  The First Village's
hunters, following Hrriss, returned with dozens of young snakes and a
few wild fowl for the stewpot.  Carcasses of dozens of urfas, pigs, and
cows rotated over coals in the many roasting pits downwind of the
kitchen.

The transportation grid was brought over the bridge from the Hrruban
side and laid in front of the Assembly Hall's big double doors.

Its posts had been draped with floral streamers.  Not long thereafter,
diplomats of both races began to appear and were escorted into the Hall
with much attendant dignity.

The weather was cheerful and bright.  Doona's long winter would arrive
within two months, but there was no early chill which the organizers
feared might mar the celebration.  Some colonists from warmer climates
shivered a little in the autumnal air.  Every settlement, including
Treaty Island, had lobbied to hold the celebration, but the honor was
eventually returned to First Village, where the original accord had been
signed twenty-five years before.

Depressing any misgivings, the population of the planet turned out in
its best.  All the Hrrubans wore the formal red robes: the males in
heavy, opaque garments that fell to the tips of shiny black boots: the
females in filmier garments of jewel-spangled gauze.  The Humans wore
monochromatic tunics with touches of white, and beautifully cut but
simple ankle-length gowns.  There was none of the cheerful
cross-cultural dressing that was usually prevalent at most other big
events.  Today's garments unexpectedly became a restatement of racial
identity.

Hrriss stood tall beside his father just below the dais inside the Hall,
hiding his emotions.  In a few moments, he must present evidence to
prove his and Todd's innocence of the crimes of which they were accused.
On the basis of that proof or lack of it, the Treaty Controller might
refuse to ratify the Treaty, and the colony would be dissolved.

What Hrriss had not been able to tell anyone was that the carefully
gathered documentation had vanished from the Rrev home at about the same
time Kelly had.  He had worked night and day to duplicate the evidence
from the files still remaining in his home.  Dr.  Tylanio had supplied
him with a copy of his report on the tape's alteration.  He had the
latter half of the Spacedep slush fund dispersals which Dalkey had
procured but not the more important entries.  Tylanio had gone off with
Kiachif and so the expert was not available to present direct testimony
to the Councillors.  To be sure, the Mayday beacon had been discovered
but the Speakers' resolution required a total clearance of all
charges-and Zodd's presence!  Would Hrruvula be able to make what they
did have sufficient to clear all those charges even in the face of
Zodd's nonappearance?

One by one, the high-ranking officials of Earth emerged from the grid,
some looking puzzled and taken aback by the process of transportation
which they were experiencing for the first time.  Most of them, nervous
about suddenly being bereft of walls and ceilings around them, walked as
quickly into the Hall as dignity permitted, without so much as a quick
glance around at the beauties of the village green.

The settlers clustered in and around the building, their bows and smiles
becoming more and more mechanical as time went on.  Sampson DeVeer of
Poldep, wearing the dress uniform of black with silver touches, emerged
from the chest-high fog, accompanied by a slim, pale man wearing a plain
uniform.

"My heart isn't in this,' Lee Lawrence muttered, feeling the strain of
smiling when he hadn't any reason to do so.

"I am still determined to put the best face on the day,' Hu Shih said.
Then he arranged his most benevolent smile on his face as he stepped
forward to introduce the newly arrived Treaty Island Archivist to the
other village elders.

"Perhaps the Treaty Council will still take what is best for Doona into
account,' Abe Dautrish said quietly to Lee.  "They shouldn't pay too
much attention to overworld councils, since we are supposed to be
independent of both governments.

We have proved ourselves capable and worthy of self-governance."

"After all the accusations of the last few days, can you genuinely say
that?" Lawrence asked.

"I want to,' the old man said humbly.  "I keep it closely in mind.

Ah, here is Admiral Sumitral and his daughter."

"Good day, my friends,' Sumitral said, mounting the ramp with quick
strides and taking Hu Shih's hand.  Age had done nothing to bow his
proud carriage, but he bore the same heavy expression of concern that
troubled the Doonan elders.  He was still the greatest friend Doona had
in the Terran government.  "You know my daughter, Emma?" The tall girl
smiled and nodded to each of them, then took her place among the
colonists in the audience.

"Hrrestan, it is good to see you,' Sumitral said, turning to the younger
Hrruban.  "Hrriss, have you had any word from Todd?"

"No, sirr,' Hrriss said.

"It looks very bad that they haven't returned yet,' Sumitral said.

"Where could they have gone?  And why?  The Amalgamated Worlds court was
well disposed to give them a fair hearing on the basis of their
achievements." Hrriss burned with shame.  "They would come if they
could,' he insisted.

Sumitral eyed him curiously.  "Do you know where they went?"

"No.

But they would have returned if they could.

Of that I am certain.  They are held somewhere against their will." He
placed his hand on his heart1

his upper lip, and his forehead to emphasize his stated belief.

"I fear you may be right.  Neither has ever betrayed an ounce of
cowardice.  Defection does not fit their characters,' Sumitral declared.
"You have searched Rrala?" Hrriss nodded.  "I alerted all Alreldep
offices.  Can none of you Hrrubans search your own planet?

They have to be somewhere."

"If they are alive,' Hrnss murmured, for he had denied that possibility
as long as he could.

Then he saw the slender frame of Admiral Sumitral stiffen.  A hand
touched his arm in apology and Sumitral moved toward Hu Shih.

"Come, Hu,' the Admiral said as he urged the man toward the platform
where a small, thin, cleanshaven Terran in a white tunic descended from
the grid.  "May I introduce you to the representative of the Amalgamated
Worlds Congress?  Hrrestan, I am pleased to make you known to Dorem
Naruti, of the AWC." He continued to make introductions among the
village elders.

At a signal from the Hrruban grid operator1

Sumitral took his place beside the other Terran delegates.  Third
Speaker appeared from the mist surrounding the transport grid and,
looking neither left nor right at those who bowed courteously to him,
marched majestically into the Hall.  The glow of triumph in his eyes was
absolutely indecent.

Many Rralans, seeing that look, growled quietly under their breath at
his lack of restraint and the implications for them.

The rumors of dissolution spread from Rralans to Hayuman friends and
neighbors.  Hrriss fielded glares and blatant animosity from longtime
acquaintances.  Who was holding the Rrevs captive?

No, which of the known antagonists to the Treaty had succeeded in
denying the Rrevs the dignity of facing their enemies and confounding
them?

As if in answer to his thoughts, Admiral Landreau in gleaming dress
whites and an almost garish display of medals materialized on the grid.
A moment earlier and he might have tread on Third's tail.  The Admiral
was accompanied by Rogitel and two other aides.  Landreau had arranged
his features in an expression of pious serenity which would fool no one
on Rrala, certainly not Hrriss.  His demeanor added more discouragement
to Hrriss's depressed morale.  Why didn't Zodd appear1

through the grid or out of the underbrush, with his document case in his
hands, to wipe the smugness from the faces of Third and Landreau?

At last, Second Speaker Hrrto made his way from the grid through the
hanging garlands of flowers to the platform.  With his arrival, the
complement of delegates from both sides was complete.  Only the Treaty
Council was yet to arrive before the ceremony would begin.

As the assembly of settlers held its collective breath, the Council
appeared1 clustered together on the grid behind the Treaty Controller,
magnificent in flowing red robes.  On his breast hung a medallion of two
intertwined gold suns, studded with sapphires mined and cut from native
crystals.

It represented the interweaving on Doona of Human and Hrruban cultures.
The light reflected from the jewel vanished abruptly as soon as the
Treaty Controller stepped inside the Assembly Hall.  Immediately behind
the Council came two clerks, one Human and one Hrruban, each of whom
carried a large leather-bound and gemstudded book.

Solemnly the Council ascended to the dais.  Each member bowed to the
assembled dignitaries.  The Treaty Controller was the last to do so.  He
made an especially deep obeisance to Third Speaker1 who returned a curt
nod.  The clerks moved silently to lay the huge books side by side on
the table in the center of the stage.  Without further hesitation, the
Treaty Controller held up one hand.

"Hrriss, son of Hrrestan and Mirva, stand forth!

Zodd Rrev, son of Ken and Patrricia, stand forth!" he intoned.

The purrs and growls of High Hrruban had never sounded so severe.

Hrriss stepped forward, holding.  his spine straight, and willing his
tail to refrain from twitching with his inner turmoil.

Hrruvula, clad in his official professional garments, joined Hrriss.

"Sir, Zodd Rrev has been unavoidably detained,' Hrriss said.  "I speak
for us both." The Treaty Controller's tail twitched once from side to
side behind him.  "Both of the accused must face this Council.

Have you, perhaps, a document of the ill-health of your codefendant?" At
that moment, Hrriss was very certain who had detained Zocid and his
father.  His heart sank but he raised his chin just enough to show that
he knew the sordid game the Controller was playing out.  "Be that as it
may, you and your absent accomplice stand accused of crimes which
violate the laws of the Hrruban League, the laws of the Amalgamated
Worlds, and the Treaty of Doona.  These are serious crimes, which shake
the very fabric of trust which made the Treaty possible twenty-five
years ago.  What proof can you present to attest to your innocence?"
"There is documentation,' Hrruvula said, stepping forward and pulling
one flimsy after another from his case, "to prove that the Mayday beacon
was heard by Zodd Rrev and Hrriss, son of Hirestan, said beacon being
found among cargo shipped to Earth and designated to be delivered to a
minor office connected with Space Department.

And here is a declaration from a noted laser expert stating that the log
tapes of the Albatross had been skillfully tampered with to show
landings and launchings never made by the Albatross, as further
testified to the signatories of the documents that the condition of its
engines, rocket tubes, and other equipment showed no sign of the abuse
such a hegira would have done to said equipment.  I have these documents
stating the health and energy of both defendants, who would have
suffered even more physical deterioration than engines, rocket tubes,
and other equipment from a medical condition known as journey lag, which
is known to affect unwary travellers making as many different landings
and launchings as the defendants are alleged to have done." Hrruvula
paused for breath.  "Also available are documents,' and the attorney
spread the Spacedep slush fund flimsies, "that prove that deposits
ostensively made into an account purported to have been initiated by a
Terran of Zodd Rrev's general description in fact tally with sums and
deposits from a slush fund.  There is a signed and attested declaration
by an ex-criminal known as Askell Klonski.

"You overwhelm us,' said the Treaty Controller with broad sarcasm.

Hrruvula bowed.  "Even as my clients were overwhelmed with evidence
which we have conclusively proved to be a massive conspiracy to
discredit Zodd Rrev, Hrriss, and in their names the integrity of the
entire population of this lovely planet." Hrruvula took another breath.

"With such overwhelming evidence to sustain my clients' plea of
innocence, these charges must, in all conscience, be dismissed and their
reputations and honors returned to them." He bowed low in deep respect
toward the other members of the Council, but noticeably not in the
Controller's direction.

Behind Hrruvula, an entire planet's population held its breath.

Third Speaker's eyes narrowed and glittered.  He stepped forward.

"You have defended your clients well, Hrruvula,' and the attorney
executed another courteous bow.  "But it was clearly stated, and so
resolved by the Council of Speakers, that both young men must be present
to clear their names.

One is clearly not present.  The reason for his absence is immaterial.
The conditions of that resolution have not been met.

Therefore the Council of Speakers must withhold ratification of a
permanent Treaty of Rrala.

There was a silence that nothing in the Hall disturbed.  Third Speaker,
his manner patronizing and smug, turned to Second Speaker Hrrto.  Second
Speaker seemed to rise with great difficulty, his shoulders slumped
beneath the weight of his robes.

"It was so resolved and must be maintained." He sat down heavily, head
bent, arms limp at his sides.

"No!" a woman wailed from the depths of the crowd.  "No.  That's not
fair.  Not fair at all!  They were innocent. "You can't use that as an
out, Third Speaker!" a Hrruban called.

Dorem Naruti of the Amalgamated Worlds Congress rose then, holding up
his arms for silence.

"It was resolved.  In honor we must abide.  Our Congress is constrained
to comply with that resolution, much as it pains me to do so.  The
Congress cannot sanction the colony any longer.  We would be glad and
proud to trade with the Hrruban League under a new treaty, but the
Decision al Doona must be considered annulled.  The Cohabitation
Principle is herewith invoked. Protests were yelled from all directions
then unti Dorem Naruti, not wishing to be a target foi anyone's
frustration, took refuge behind Thir Speaker.

Landreau was all but jumping up and down ir jubilation.  He, Rogitel,
and their assistants kepi calling for silence, for order, for good
manners.  But it was Admiral Sumitral whose amazing voice was heard
above the babel and restored order.

"Dear friends, Hrruban and Hayuman, we are all persons of honorable
intent.  Having entered into an honorable agreement, we must indeed
recognize the commitment we undertook twenty-five years ago, and abide
by this very, very painful conclusion to what has been an experiment of
cohabitation of.  - -" He paused, craning his neck to see through the
open doors of the Hall.  His attentiveness,- the surprise that began to
wreathe his features with new hope, caused everyone to turn to discover
what he saw.

The grid was misted, indicating a transportation, and as it cleared,
three figures became visible: a bent figure in ornate red robes
supported on either side by two others, one tall, straight, and proud,
one slender, delicate, and equally proud.  The central personage could
only be First Speaker Hrruna!  His companions, dressed in diaphanous red
gauze spangled with gems, were Nrrna and Kelly.

Hrriss felt joy nearly bursting his heart.  The girls had reached him,
after all, and with the remaining evidence that Hrriss had felt lost
forever.  A reverent silence settled on the green and the Hall as if
noise was snuffed out like a candle flame.

Everyone watched the aged Hrruban walk into the Hall and slowly toward
the dais, leaning heavily on the arms of the two girls.

He looked kindly at the colonists and gave an especial smile to Hrriss,
who was gawking like a cul at the First Speaker.

"This is an occasion for which I have waited long, First Speaker said in
High Hrruban, mounting th ramp to touch hands with Sumitral.

"Sir,' Sumitral said, replying in the same tongue "we did not think to
expect you."

"Your accent has improved so very much over th last years, Admiral.  You
no longer need your young translator,' Hrruna said, dropping his jaw ii
a smile and glancing around at the crowd.

"But miss his presence.  He has been a joy to me.  Wheri is my young
friend?  Where is Zodd?" With a surprising swiftness that belied his
age, h( rounded on Treaty Controller, and his tone, n( longer kindly or
gentle, rang with conviction.  Thi Controller was so startled, he backed
up a pace.

Hrruna's eyes narrowed to fierce slits, though hi: clear voice was calm
and even-toned.  "I believe that you know precisely where Zodd and his
father Rrev, are to be found,' Hrruna said.  "You are t( produce them
instantly, or your Stripe will hi forever dishonored.  If harm has come
to tw( Hayumans of indisputable integrity and honor, yot and your
immediate family will be transported t( the most primitive mining colony
in the galaxy, an allowed only the most meager of rations." Hrriss
listened with awe.  Few of the settler could understand Hrruna's speech,
but they could easily see the effect it had on the Treaty Controller
From a haughty administrator, he was reduced tc snivelling like a cub,
protesting that his actions ha been taken in the best interests of
Hrruba.

"The return of the Rrevs at this point would have made it impossible to
avoid the ratification of the Treaty,' the Controller babbled.  "I meant
no harm to them.  They are unhurt.  They would have been returned to
Earth with everyone else of their species."

"You kidnapped my friend?" Hrriss demanded in a snarl.  He felt the
savage blood of his ancestors coursing through his veins and he forgot
his upbringing, the position he held as a scion of a civilized race.
Claws and teeth bared, he gathered himself to leap and strike, as he had
leaped at the Momma Snake. Without a moment's hesitation, Hrrestan
knocked his feet out from under him, and signalled to several others to
drag his infuriated son away from the cowering Treaty Controller.

"Produce the Rrevs, father and son!" Hrruna commanded, his eyes ablaze
with green fury.

Cringing, the Treaty Controller signalled to his grid operator in the
audience, who ran to the transporter.  Making a few deft adjustments to
the controls, the operator stepped onto the platform and vanished.  In a
few moments, the Hrruban reappeared, no longer alone.

With him were two very large Hrruban males in guard harness, and Ken and
Todd, clothes torn, faces empurpled here and there with bruises and long
scratches, but alive and smiling as they recognized their destination.

"Come here, my friends,' Hrruna beckoned them.  His voice, soft again,
nevertheless penetrated the ringing cheers that reverberated inside and
outside the Hall at this much-longed-for reappeal ance.

Together Todd and his father marched smartl up the steps and into the
Hall.  When Todd saw wh occupied the dais, he smiled in amazement an
shaking his head, continued through the partin crowd.  When Hrrubans and
Hayumans alik reached out to slap his back or grab his hand, Tod became
aware of the deficiencies of his appearano in such a gathering.  Still
walking forward, h brushed at the dirt on his tunic and combed baci his
hair with his fingers.  Ken, similarly embarrassed , straightened tunic
and hair.  Crying with relief Pat ignored protocol and pushed through
the cww to embrace husband and son just as they reache the foot of the
dais.

"It is good to have you back,' Hrruna said, as i Todd and his father had
only been off on scm minor errand.  With Pat between them, the: climbed
the ramp to the dais.  The old Hrrubai signalled for Hrrestan to release
his son.  In tw( leaps, Hrriss was beside his dear friend, wrap ping his
tail firmly around Todd's nearer thigh "This silly cub'-Hrruna pointed
to the Treat Controller-'is not the only dishonorable on among Hrrubans
to sow discord on Rrala."

"The discord was not solely Hrruban,' Ken said "And during our
incarceration, our guards spok freely, not being aware that we bareskins
under stood what they said. "Whatever is pertinent to sustain the Treaty
anc this colony must be related so that all may hear.

Hrruna said at his most austere, "although I am aware of much that has
happened of late, of false accusations and tamperings and alterings that
would have greatly strained my patience had they not been delivered by
such charming couriers." Todd had not failed to notice that his Kelly
and Hiriss's Nrrna were Hrruna's attendants.  Kelly was grinning at him
with a total lack of discretion, which gladdened his heart immensely,
but at least Nrrna had cast her eyes down modestly despite Hiriss's
attempts to make eye contact.

Then Todd saw Hrruna's peremptory gesture to Ken.  "Be so good as to
explain what you overheard, Rrev. "While it was the Treaty Controller
who had our destination altered from Earth and our appointment with the
AWC panel, he received his orders from another, high in the Speakers
Council,' Ken said.  "In good plain Low Hrruban, they mentioned his name
frequently: the Third Speaker for Internal Affairs." Ken looked
pleasantly at Third Speaker.

"We can repeat what was said in our presence..

"Lies!" Third Speaker hissed.  "All lies.  These Hayumans mean to
dishonor me.

Hrruna gestured for those on the dais to move aside so that he could
confront Third face-to-face.

His eyes had narrowed to implacable slits, and the hem of his heavy
robes flicked with the lashing of his tail.

"I will believe the words of Rrev and Zodd even over those of my own
Stripe,' Hrruna said in an ominously calm tone.  "Deceit is not in them.
Any dishonor on your stripe has been brought there by you.  You have
forsaken the objectivity necessary to just administration, Third.

You have sought to interfere in a matter which is outside your
commission.  You were also one who insisted that Rrala would stand or
fall on its own merit.  You have not abided by your own decree.  I
invite you to resign your post." Third opened and closed his mouth a
couple of times, but at last nodded curtly at Hrruna.

"Very well,' Third Speaker said, his own eyes closed to vindictive
slits.  "I tender my resignation."

"1 accept it, effective now!  But we have waited long enough to discover
whether Rrala may continue.  In view of what you have heard in these
past minutes, do the Treaty Council and the representative of the
Amalgamated Worlds Congress wish to alter their decision?" Hrruna asked
pleasantly, turning firmly away from the dismissed Speaker.  "1

surely see no bar to the continuation of this colony nor to the
ratification of the Treaty Renewal so anxiously awaited by us all.

What say you?" Madam Dupuis smiled as she stepped forward, assuming the
position of Controller.  She bowed with great reverence to the First
Speaker.  "Most honored of persons,' she said in perfect High Hrruban,
"the Council must indeed overturn the recent verdict, and clear the
defendants of all charges against them, including nonappearance." Dorem
Naruti was jittering with relief at being able to rescind the verdict he
had been forced, by the previous circumstances, to announce.

"Then let us adjourn all this formal talk and harangue and let the
festivities begin,' said Hrruna, dropping into Middle language and
leaning toward Nrrna in a paternal fashion.  "The smell of roasted meat
is making this old belly rumble." Few heard that comment, for cheers had
erupted as he ordered the festivities to begin.

Colonists of both species were hugging each other, weeping or purring in
an excess of relief after the dramatic scenes that had first dashed then
restored their hopes.

Robin and Inessa were shrieking for their father and brother to come
down so they could be suitably welcomed.  lisa was trying to calm them
down but she was smiling and crying at the same time, upsetting her
daughters, who began to fret, too.

"We should take an official vote, you know, Sumitral said, looking out
over the jigging, whirling mass of colonists.

"Oh, don't be so hidebound,' Madam Dupuis told him, waving at the
jubilation below them.  "That's the loudest, most unanimous "aye" I've
ever witnessed."

"I'd agree to that,' Dorem Naruti said, beaming from ear to ear.  "I've
never seen anything quite so official as this!  Must be something in the
air here, I think."

Sumitral chuckled.  "Then we shall record that the vote was unanimous.
And I'm hungry, too.  Naruti, they have the most delicious little birds
here, covered with a sweet spice, that simply melts in your mouth.  You
really must try some, mustn't he, Nesfa dear friend?"

"Indeed, and although the suggestion might seem bizarre, the snake stew
they make is exceedingly tasty.  We shall tell you what to sample first,
Dorem, if you will accompany us." While they were settling the voting
issue, First Speaker's escorts had guided him to his place at the Treaty
table set in exactly the same place it had rested twenty-five years
before, under the trees that clustered just beyond the Hall.  Hrruna
gestured for Naruti to be seated to his right and Sumitral to his left.
Both senior diplomats, with the precision of long practice, sat down at
the same moment.  The gemmed and tooled volumes containing the Treaty of
Doona were opened before them.

"There's a lot of work, many years of negotiation in the document,'
Madam Dupuis said, "but it is as fair as it could be made.

"A thing of beauty, outside as well as inside, these are,' Naruti said
in flawlessly inflected High Hrruban.  "As handsome as the ideals they
represent." Hrruna's jaw dropped in pleasure.  "So they are,' First
Speaker agreed.

Each signed one, and the volumes were exchanged.  One by one, the Treaty
Councillors stood by to affix their signatures to the documents.

Hrrestan placed heavy seals on the signature pages and closed the books.
Bowing, he presented one to each of the principals.

Sumitral looked to Hrruna for peThission to speak and it was graciously
given with a nod of the dignified and graying head.

"The Treaty of DoonaiRrala is now officially extended indefinitely.  May
I extend the congratulations of my service to Hrrubans and Hayumans
alike!" His last syllables were drowned out by wild cheering.

When the noise began to abate, Todd approached the Treaty table. Someone
had found him a decent tunic to replace his torn one, and he'd been able
to wash his face and comb his hair so that he looked considerably more
presentable.

"May I be permitted to speak?" Todd asked in High Hrruban, executing a
deeply reverent bow to the First Speaker.

"Pray listen to the first Hayuman ambassador to the Hiruban people,'
Hiruna said, his voice carrying over excited conversations and laughter,
and immediately silence prevailed again.

Sumitral, leaning across to Hrruna, chuckled.

"And that was a day!  About a meter tall, dressed in mda skins with a
rope tail hanging behind and the dignity of a dozen judges for all he
was six years old.  He and Hrriss have done great service for AIreldep
since then.  I hope they'll continue to do so." Todd glanced at Hrriss,
who nodded, jaw dropped humorously.  "As long as we can, sir." With
Hrriss beside him, Todd stood forward to address his friends and
neighbors.  "I feel like I got thrown from a bucking stallion into a
compost heap, so I hope you'll forgive my appearance." The assembled
settlers chuckled.  "I've dreamed of this day since I was a small boy.

I was afraid for a while that the day wouldn't come, and then I feared I
wouldn't be able to be here.  Now'-he grinned, throwing an arm around
Hrriss's shoulders-'all we have dreamed of has happened.  Doona is now a
permanent reality.  As long as we live, we can live here together.

"Today is not just a continuation of Doona but the start of a brand-new
era for Hrrubans and Hayumans.  From the trust that has been built here,
both species can spread out, can make new homes on new planets together
and separately." He smiled around at all the faces, bare and furred.
"Honored folk, Doona has taught us all the most important lesson: that
we both can make friends, firm friends, trusted friends, of each other
and of other species.

The Siwannese example must never be forgotten, but it mustn't stop us
from keeping an open mind and extending an open hand.  The generations
that will be born on this planet,' and with that he sent a glowing look
at Kelly, "will meet others, strong in the practice of Cohabitation.  So
long as they remember what we have all learned here, the stars beckon.
Long live DoonaiRrala!" Todd shot his fist toward the sky and Hiriss's
joined it in the next second.

When other arms tired of holding fists aloft and throats turned hoarse
with cheering, Hiruna turned plaintively to Sumitral.  "Now do you think
we can eat?" Totally reunited and in the best of harmonious spirits, the
entire population of Doona and its guests began the long-awaited feast.
Platters of food poured out of the kitchen to tables inside and outside
the Hall.  Beer, wine, mlada, and even wildberry juices flowed to every
cup as friend toasted friend and the success of the Doona Experiment was
drunk to over and over again.  The members of the DoonaiRrala Ad Hoc
Band rarely got time for more than a few mouthfuls of food, so much in
demand was celebratory dance music.

Hiriss tried repeatedly to extract Nrrna from attendance on the First
Speaker, but he couldn't get any nearer her than Todd could get to
Kelly.  If it hadn't been Hiruna who monopolized the attentions of their
promised ladies, the two friends would have snagged them away at the
very first opportunity, but Hiruna seemed to require that they serve him
the various delicacies prepared by the colonists' best cooks.

"Damn it, Hiriss, I'm the one who was on short rations.  Couldn't Kelly
come feed me?"

"I'm doing my best, Todd,' his sister lIsa said, her knees buckling
under the laden tray she was bringing them.

"Urfa steak and snake stew?" he said, salivating.

"Sis, you know how to treat a brother."

"When he remembers to come home to eat,' lIsa tossed at him as she went
away to see to the needs of her children.  Todd stared after her
"Marriage has done her good,' he muttered to Hrriss, and dug into the
stew.  "I never thought I'd eat any of this again." Then he had to
swallow without truly savoring the fine flavor, for Sampson DeVeer
approached their table.

"You cut that mighty fine,' DeVeer said, and then drew up the young man
in the plain uniform hovering beside him.  "You might like to meet my
companion, Reeve.  Dalkey Petersham."

"Really?" And Todd realized in one second that the man he had feared as
a rival to Kelly's affection was no real competition.  So he pumped the
young man's hand energetically.  "We owe you a lot, Dalkey, for putting
out your neck for people you didn't know.  Come, sit down."

"Well, I did know Kelly and I sure discovered a lot of real creative
accounting.  Which .

"Which what?" Todd prompted, gesturing for Dalkey to fill a plate from
the food on the freshly filled tray.

"Which actually lost me my job."

"You haven't really lost a job, Dalkey,' Todd said, "you've just been
transferred.  An accountant who could uncover that Spacedep slush fund
is just the sort of fellow we need to set up a system here on Doona that
can't be diddled." After Dalkey had expressed his deep appreciation of
the offer and accepted with considerable alacrity, Todd turned to
DeVeer.

"Which reminds me.  Just before Dad and I got kidnapped, Hrriss and I
got Linc Newry to admit he'd been falsifying export documents and
disarming Doona's security satellites to let rustlers in and out.

What's happened to him?"

"He gave himself up,' DeVeer said with a note of satisfaction in his
voice, "after I had a most interesting chat with a Dr.  Walter Tylanio.
Once he was in custody, Newry gave me more information which led me to
the real rustler.

"You got Mark Aden?" Todd's eyes flashed, remembering the score he had
to settle with that bastard for his vindictive use of ssersa.

"He is under arrest on Zapata Three, awaiting transport back to Earth
for trial.  It would seem that he kept a computer file of the layout of
each ranch on Doona and the best secluded spots to secrete the livestock
pens.  He's the one who planted the artifacts on your ship while you
were occupied by your mission on Hrretha.  He did so with Spacedep
credentials to pass by Hrrethan security guards.

Newry was the one who switched log tapes."

"I always thought Rogitel had done it when his men were busy hauling
artifacts out of the Albie's panels,' Todd said.

"No, I have Newry's confession." DeVeer nodded at the grim looks that
Todd and Hiriss exchanged.

"It couldn't have been Rogitel.  He did the shopping for the artifacts
with the illicit traders on Hrretha.

Remember, Newry had asked you to give him your flight plans nearly two
weeks before your actual departure.  So he sent them to Klonski, who's
rather proud of the way he handled that assignment.  Took him thirty-six
hours of intensive work.  He shipped it back to Newry in an authorized
Spacedep courier run and put it in the Albatross before you launched.

Klonski had left gaps for your legitimate stops, triggered by signals
from the beacons orbiting Doona and Hrretha.  Aden is the one who made
the insertions into the interdicted systems in a ship with
identification codes altered to match yours." Todd let out a long sigh.

"So we're cleared of everything?  Then why was the Treaty so nearly
cancelled?"

"Third Speaker had also rigged that resolution so that your presence was
absolutely essential to the Renewal of the Treaty."

"And Hiruna waited until he knew he had Third right where he needed
him,' Todd said thoughtfully.  "It was close!" DeVeer nodded. "However,
you both might like to accompany that is, if you can leave off eating
that delicious food for a short time?" he asked them. "You rather
deserve to be in on this.

I've one more criminal to bring to book." Todd and Hiriss hastily dashed
their fingers into bowls set on all the tables to cleanse hands.

DeVeer led them to the head table where they waited respectfully until
Sumitral and Naruti concluded their conversation with Second Speaker
Hrrto.

When Ken and Hrrestan were beckoned by DeVeer to join them, the group
advanced on Landreau and Rogitel who were seated as inconspicuously as
possible for men in brilliant white uniforms.  They were the only two
ignoring both the food and the merrymaking going on around them.

"Well, what do you want?" Landreau asked sourly, glaring at the Reeves.
"You have everything you claim you value.  This abominable colony has a
permanent charter, and your so-called honor is restored."

"Admiral Allen Landreau?" DeVeer said formally.  "As an inspector of
Poldep and in the presence of a representative of Amalgamated Worlds
Congress and a senior officer of Spacedep, I arrest you on the following
charges: conspiracy, fraud, misuse of public funds, attempted kidnap
ping, suborning of witnesses, aiding and abetting grand larceny and
felony theft, aiding and abetting violation of Treaty Law, and conduct
unbecoming a senior officer of the Space Department."

"Have you quite finished with this fairy tale?" Landreau snapped.  "I am
about to return to Earth and pressing duties there-unlike other
officials who seem to have infinite time to play."

"This is scarcely a laughing matter, Landreau,' Sumitral said.

"Don't attempt to instruct me,' the head of Spacedep growled, his face
turning red.  "You're my equal, not my superior.  You don't outrank me
in any way.  In fact, Spacedep is a larger department than AIreldep and
takes precedence over yours.  If "Ie didn't exist, there would be no
aliens for your department to relate to, not the Siwannese, not your
tame pussycat people!"

"Sir,' DeVeer said, "I must suggest that you not make any more
statements until you have engaged a counsel for your defense.  We have
impounded your records, and I am obliged to remind you that anything you
say now can and may be used in evidence against you." "Read me-Admiral
Landreau-my rights?" Landreau shouted.

Nearby Doonans turned to look.  Once the identified Landreau, they
continued to stare.

"How dare you even question a senior official 0 the government, when
these damned Reeves an the real troublemakers?" He flung a contemptUoU
hand in Todd's direction before he planted a fingertip in the middle of
the Poldep chiefs black tunic and pushed.  "You, a Iumped-up little
Aisle constable, have the unmitigated gall to interfere with Spacedep,
to access Spacedep files, to snoo: into my department!  i have a good
mind-I have-!

Landreau suddenly clutched at his chest.  His eye protruded in DeVeer's
direction and then rolled ur into his head as he slid to the floor.

"Get a doctor!" Todd shouted, dropping to hi' knees beside the man.
Rogitel knelt down and ben his head to Landreau's chest.

"His heart has stopped,' Rogitel said, his voic( more expressionless
than ever.

"He doesn't get out of it this easily,' Todd said and flattened a hand
over Landreau's sternum.  Hi hit it a short rap with the other fist and
then starte( cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Mike Solinari was beside them in a moment.  "Dr Moody is coming." He
looked at Landreau.  "I don' think anything can be done, Todd.  Look at
all that blood in his face.  I think he had an apoplexy."

"What?" Rogitel demanded.  "Can't you revivi him?"

"Not from that sort of a fit,' the young veterina nan said, exhibiting
only a clinical detachment.  "Ht burst a blood vessel.  Embolism.
Instantly fatal People with high blood pressure are prone to it.

Probably had it coming for years."

"You can say that again,' said a new voice, and All Kiachif pushed his
way to the group looking down at the Admiral's prone body.  "No one had
it coming to him longer, stronger, or wronger than he did, if you know
what I mean." He pulled at Todd's shoulder.  "You might as well stop
that, laddie.  It won't do him a bit of good.  Don't waste any more
breath on him.  I know a deader when I see one." Kate Moody arrived a
moment later and confirmed young Solinari's and Kiachifs diagnoses.

"There's nothing I can do for him.  Here, some of you help me get him
out of here.  We'll take him to the Health Center.  My skimmer's
outside."

"Commander Rogitel,' DeVeer said, laying a hand on the assistant's arm
and bringing him to his feet.  "If you are not going to indulge in a
medical emergency of your own, I have a list of charges that have been
laid against you.  Will you come with me now?" Rogitel rose silently.
DeVeer turned back to the Reeves.  "Oh, and save me some punch, won't
you?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.  "I'll be back as soon as I
shut this fellow up." He marched his prisoner away toward the grid,
accompanied by Hirula to operate the controls.

"I don't believe he's dead,' said Todd, watching the stretcher team
leave the Hall with their burden.

Someone had spread a tablecloth over Landreau's body before they carried
it away.

"Believe it,' Kiachif said firmly, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Well, that's that, if you know what i mean.  The end of all your
troubles, trials, and tribulations.  Well, this set!  Third's gone,
Landreau's sputtered his last, and the Treaty's signed.

Nothing to stand in the way of you living happily ever after, is there?"
Todd and Hrriss exchanged meaningful glances.

"Now that you mention it, no,' Todd said, "particularly the "happily
ever after" bit.  C'mon, Hrriss, Hrruna's had our girls far too long.
"We owe you so much, sir, for coming in when you did,' Hu Shih was
saying to First Speaker Hiruna as Todd and Hrriss approached.

"If it is not an imposition, honored sir,' Hrriss asked Hrruna politely,
"I would like to dance with my betrothed." He reached out a hand to
Nrrna.

Nrrna glanced appealingly at the First Speaker, who patted the female's
hand.  "Yes, of course.  Such a charming young lady.  You are most
fortunate young Hrriss."

"You are so kind, sir,' Nrrna said, lowering hei eyelids prettily at
First Speaker.

"And when is the joining to be?" Hrruna asked.

"Soon!" Hrriss said emphatically.

"Very soon,' Nrrna agreed, looking lovingly al Hrriss.  "Possibly
tomorrow.

The old man sighed as the couple slipped through the crowd.  "Ah, if I
was thirty years younger!  Bul it is always the lady's choice, isn't it?
I must say, he is a fine young cub.

"I couldn't agree more,' Second Speaker Hrrtc said, watching the couple
swirl gracefully onto the 4n dance floor.  "He is one of the hopes for
Hrruba's future."

"Kelly?" Todd asked, bowing to her.  "May I have the honor of this
dance."

"May I, sir?" Kelly asked Hrruna sweetly.

"Yes, do.  Enjoy yourselves, young ones!" Hrruna said, jaw dropped. "Ah,
youth."

"That's a very pretty dress you have on,' Todd said as with a firm hand
he guided Kelly out among the dancers.

"Almost have on,' Kelly grimaced, tugging at the filmy swags of cloth
and settling them more securely across her nicely developed chest.
"Red's not really my color."

"I think you can wear any color,' Todd said with genuine gallantry.

"But I'm really not sure I should be dancing with you, she said, with
such a firm arm around his neck and such a firm grip on his other hand
that he stared at her in surprise.  "For one thing, you're not really
suitably dressed for the occasion."

"Kelly, that's not fair.  .

." he began, and then saw the merry devilment in her sparkling eyes.

"All right, I'll bite, how should I be dressed?" Suddenly she took the
lead from him and danced him over to a window ledge.

"You're not wearing tails,' she said, waving a coil of rope in front of
him that she must have somehow secreted on the ledge.

"Imagine you forgetting an old Rraladoonian custom like that!" Enchanted
by his lover's gesture, he let her tie the rope around his waist and
proceed to tie the other end around hers, completely ruining the line of
her gown.

"Hey, that's not how to make a rope tail!" he said.

laughing.

"No, it's to keep you from going off somewhere without taking me with
you!" Now she backed him into the curtains of the window and whirled a
length around him, before she pulled his head down to hers and kissed
him long and lovingly.  Not at all surprising, especially since he had
never hoped tc see her again, he responded passionately.

Kiachil had been right-there was nothing at all to stop them living
happily ever after.

"Friends, feasting, and fine firewater,' All Kiachit said, carefully
enunciating each word to Ken Reeve, swigging the last of the mlada from
his glass.  "That's the elements that make the besi parties, if you know
what I mean!  No, don't take that bottle away, Reeve,' he implored Ken
as he swept dirty dishes off the table in front of him so he could prop
up his elbows.  "Pour me another portion, if you please."

"Nothing left in it, Kiachif." Ken upended the crock to show that it was
empty. "See?" Kiachif looked mournfully at the bottom of his glass. "You
couldn't find another bottle somewhere nearby, could you?

I always thought you were a merry mate of mine." From long experience,
Ken judged the old captain was only a few minutes from falling asleep
when the power of the mlada hit.  "Cm, I suppose there's one more in the
kitchen.  You wait here, Kiachif, and I'll see if I can't find it."
"That's fine, fair and friendly of you,' he said with satisfaction, and
propped himself up to wait, tapping his fingers to the slow dance music
and watching the couples swaying rhythmically. Ken went into the kitchen
and peeped out through the door until he saw the old spacefarer sag over
onto folded arms at the table.  It had only taken a moment when he
wasn't moving or talking for the liquor to relax him completely.

"Hrrestan, give me a hand, will you?" Ken asked, getting under one of
Kiachifs arms and heaving upward.  "We'd better put him to bed."

"With pleasurrre, my friend,' the Hrruban said, taking the other arm.

Together, they hoisted the Codep captain upright and started to walk him
toward the guest cabins at the far side of the common.

Kiachif woke up partway there and glanced at each of his escorts in turn
from under his bushy brows.  "That's what I like to see,' he said,
nodding approvingly.  "Cooperation between happy Human and Hrruban. Long
may it continue.

Ken and Hrrestan got Kiachif onto the bunk in one of the rooms and
considerately pulled his boots off.  "So long as we can help it,' Ken
said, glancing at his old friend, as they lowered the lights in the
cabin behind them, "it always will." They left the old pilot snoring and
went out together to rejoin the celebration.