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"New crew? Do you mean the women?"
"The Captain Judith to whom I spoke claims birth in the Yeltsin System," Boniece said. "She says her companions wish to emigrate from the Endicott System."
"Judith?" Templeton was so angry that he became momentarily incoherent. "That green-eyed whore . . . Is she behind this?"
"I suggest you speak with her yourself."
"Speak with a woman? Are you as crazy as they are?"
"I speak with women on a regular basis, Mr. Templeton. Umeko Palmer, my XO, is a woman. For that matter, I serve a woman—my Queen."
Templeton's sputter faded into something far uglier, an icy fury that made Carlie shiver.
"Captain Boniece, I advise you to cease interference in something that does not involve you or the Star Kingdom of Manticore. I will reclaim my ship and my property, with or without your assistance. Indeed, there may be others quite eager to assist me."
"Perhaps," Boniece replied, his tone equally cold. "However, I will not. Intransigent out."
He uncurled his fist and spoke in something more like his usual tones. Then he turned to Maurice Townsend, the tac officer.
"Guns, stand by. Com, get me Mr. Winton aboard Aaron's Rod, I want to know what's keeping him. Then place a call to Moscow. I want her captain to know that we'll view it quite unkindly if they interfere with Judith of Grayson's efforts to return home."
"Do you think they'll listen?" Townsend asked.
"I think so," Boniece said, grimly. "If they don't, then Intransigent is going to be responsible for starting a shooting war with the Peeps."
Judith had never even imagined someone with skin as dark as Michael Winton's. It reminded her of the night sky without stars. She corrected herself when he smiled at her as she concluded her report to Captain Boniece regarding the upgrades to Psalms and Proverbs. That smile and the brightness of his eyes put stars in the sky.
Perhaps it was because Michael Winton was so unlike any other man she'd seen—more a youth hardly out of boyhood in appearance than a man, his gaze the warm brown of a friendly animal's—but she found him easy to speak to. When he offered to delay his departure from Aaron's Rod long enough to make sure they were getting everything they could out of her inertial compensator, she accepted with ease.
It was at that moment that Intransigent signaled.
"We've had contact from Ephraim Templeton," Captain Boniece said bluntly. "I'm squirting a copy for your information. In brief, he's extremely angry."
"We never thought otherwise," Judith replied. "He will kill us all if he captures us, down to the least unborn babe."
Inadvertently, she cupped her hand over her abdomen as she spoke.
"He wants Aaron's Rod back," Boniece continued. "That may offer some protection."
"I doubt it," Judith replied. "He is like God—terrible in His wrath."
"Is Mr. Winton available?"
"I'm here, Sir," Michael cut in. "Captain Judith and I have just been discussing how to increase this ship's acceleration. Their engineers . . . aren't very experienced, Sir."
Captain Boniece blinked.
"I should have thought of that myself." He shook his head and gave Judith a quick, measuring glance. "In fact, it's remarkable that they have managed as much as they have, under the circumstances they must have faced. My compliments, Captain."
"I fear that Mr. Winton speaks only too accurately of our limitations," Judith admitted. "My Sisters studied hard, but the sims could teach any of us only so much, and—"
Sherlyn cut in, just as Judith became aware of staccato voices in the background of Captain Boniece's transmission.
"Proverbs and Psalms have raised their speed. They are splitting to go around Intransigent and come after us!"
Boniece returned his attention to her.
"Captain Judith, have you . . ."
"Yes. Ephraim is angry. He is coming for us."
"I am going to attempt to intervene, but it's going to be tough with them splitting that way. I don't want to be the first to fire."
"I understand."
Michael Winton leaned into the pick-up.
"Captain, I request permission to stay aboard Aaron's Rod and assist. Chief Lorne says PO O'Do
"Mr. Winton . . ."
Captain Boniece seemed to be about to refuse. Judith never knew why he didn't. Was he thinking of the vulnerability of a pi
For whatever reason, Captain Boniece gave a crisp nod.
"Permission granted. You are to place yourself and your pi
"Yes, Sir!"
"Run for the hyper limit, Captain Judith. Good luck. Intransigent out."
Carlie tried not to voice her protest when Captain Boniece permitted Michael Winton to stay aboard Aaron's Rod, but something must have squeaked out. Boniece gave her a thin, hard-lipped grin.
"Well, ATO, I don't think anyone will think we've gone soft on our middies."
She managed an answering grin.
"No, Sir."
"Tactical, we're fighting defensive," the captain continued. "I do not, I repeat not want to fire on either Psalms or Proverbs. However, feel free to intercept their fire."
"You think they'll fire on us?" Maurice Townsend, the senior tac officer said in disbelief.
"Not on us, Guns," Boniece gestured vaguely toward where Aaron's Rod was picking up speed. "On her."
"They're splitting, Captain," Carlie reported, firing off coordinates.
"Above and below us," Boniece said. "Not bad. They know we can only keep our wedge between Aaron's Rod and one opponent. Ephraim Templeton's on Proverbs and he sounded angry enough to blow his wives and daughters into the heavens. We'll keep between Proverbs and Aaron's Rod.
"As for Psalms, I want point defense's perimeter extended to cover any fire from her. Send out a few decoys, too. They won't know for a while what they can ignore and what they can't. They can't be sure they didn't insult us beyond prudence.
"Remember, they've been modified. Their power plants and compensators are better, maneuverability increased. For all we know they've been up-gu
Despite Boniece's warning, Carlie did find it hard not to underestimate Psalms and Proverbs. Not only were they merchies, they were from cultures several steps down the tech ladder from Manticore. It didn't take long—a couple of narrow misses on missiles—for her to realize that Proverbs and Psalms had an asset that nearly compensated for their disadvantages: killer crews.
Their warheads were pathetic by Manticoran standards, and their ECM was even worse. But even an old-fashioned nuke could kill if it got through, and their rate of fire was high. Their fire control must have profited from enhancement as well, for their targeting was excellent and their tac officers adjusted for Intransigent's dummies with thoughtful insight.
"I wonder," Tab Tilson commented after a particularly nasty brush, "just how many merchant vessels were 'lost' to this pair?"
"Too many," Boniece commented. "We may owe the Silesian pirates an apology."
There was a harsh laugh at that, but then Psalms put on a burst of acceleration, obviously trying to edge around Intransigent and get at Judith's ship. Ignoring the light cruiser, Psalms bore down on Aaron's Rod, seeking an angle where the other ship's wedge wouldn't protect her from attack.