Spinneret

"There aren't a lot of things in this universe that can't be used for both good and evil," Andrews said. "If the Spi

"Or enslaved." An idea was begi

"Maybe the Spi

Carmen shuddered. "That's a horrible thought. To be living on a slave planet … "

"You make it sound like living in Auschwitz," Andrews said. "Remember, whatever happened here it was all over a hundred thousand years ago."

"Besides which," Meredith said, "I doubt that the overseers they would need to run this place would have needed a lifeboat as big as the one we found."

Carmen blinked at him. "A what! Where is it?"

"It's stashed away in a room just off of the volcano cone," Meredith told her. "For the moment its existence is classified information—which is why Andrews is giving me such an odd look right now."

Andrews reddened slightly. "Sorry, Colonel, but I thought you weren't going to tell anyone else about the ship."

"I wasn't. I've decided, though, that we might want to try flying it … and for that we'll need a pilot."

Carmen's jaw dropped. "You don't mean … you mean me!"

"That's right. I want you to start figuring out the controls first thing tomorrow.

You'll need the list of tentative translations that linguist—Dr. Williams—has worked out; I'll see she makes you a copy."

"But why me?" Carmen protested. "You've got lots of pilots who're better than I am."

"True," Meredith said frankly. "But after Dunlop's move, there aren't hell of a lot of people on Astra I can implicitly trust. You're the only one besides me with any flight experience; ergo, it's your baby."

Carmen shook her head in disbelief. "Lieutenant, will you kindly explain to Colonel Meredith that the chances of my figuring out an alien ship from scratch are about the same as swimming the Dead Sea underwater?"

"Actually, it shouldn't be as bad as you think," Andrews said. "If it is a lifeboat, it'll be designed to be as easy as possible to fly, with a lot being done automatically. Though"— he added with a glance toward Meredith—"I don't know what exactly we'd want to use it for."

"We'll figure something out once we know more about it," Meredith said, deliberately vague. "Incidentally, did the Whissst make their cable pickup okay?"

"Yes," Carmen nodded. "And I didn't get a chance to tell you: the whole cable came out nonsticky."

Meredith's heart skipped a beat. "Nonsticky? Uh-oh."

"Oh, there's nothing wrong," she hastened to add. "It's just that the cable's coated with about a millimeter's thickness of a rubbery material that seems to absorb or redirect the surface attraction. They tried peeling some from one end; it comes off quite easily and the cable underneath is like every other the Spi

Meredith felt his tense muscles go limp with relief. "You had me worried for a minute. How are the Whissst taking it?"

"Oh, you know the Whissst outlook on life—they think the whole thing's a priceless joke. Do you suppose Dunlop's people changed some tower settings?"

"According to them, no one ever got up there," Meredith shook his head. "We can confirm that with Dr. Hafner later, but I suspect we're just seeing the result of getting that digging machine back on the job."

"Oh, right—I'd forgotten that." Carmen shook her head tiredly. "Brain's shut down for the night, I guess."

"Then you ought to take your body home and let it do likewise," Meredith said.

"I want to wait here until they know for sure about Peter's leg." She hesitated, as if casting around for a less painful topic of conversation.

Andrews saved her the trouble. "Colonel, what are we going to do about Msuya?

Even if we can't prove it, it's pretty obvious the UN was backing Dunlop's power play. Can we get the Rooshrike to throw him out of the system?"

"Probably, but I don't know if it'd be worth it. Whatever we decide about immigration or direct aid to poor countries, we'll need at least halfway peaceful relations with the UN to make it work. Besides, Saleh's suspicious enough of what we're doing out here."

"But what if they try to stir up more trouble?" Carmen asked.

"How? With Dunlop gone, who's left for Msuya to work through?"

"How about the five scientists Cris brought in? Surely they've been missed by now. What if Saleh threatens their families if they don't cooperate?"

"Again, how? Even a threat needs to be delivered, and our friends upstairs have no way of contacting them."

"They got to Dunlop," Andrews reminded him. "Remember those high-band transmissions? Msuya got that radio to him somehow."

Meredith grunted. "I'd forgotten that," he admitted. "We'll have to figure out how that was done and shut down the pipeline." An obvious possibility occurred to him, but he decided not to mention it. "We can ask the Orspham to monitor that band, too, see if anything else shows up on it."

A motion through the swinging door's window caught Meredith's eye, and he turned as Astra's chief surgeon came quietly into the room, his pastel green coveralls stained with dried blood. "Well?" the colonel asked, tensing up again.

"I'd say he's got an eighty percent chance of keeping the leg," the doctor said with tired satisfaction. "A bad blood-flow interruption down there, but I think we got it restored in time. If so, the bone itself shouldn't be a problem; we can build a porous ceramic implant the remaining pieces can grow into." His eyes had drifted to Carmen. "He'll be under sedation for at least .mother ten hours—longer if we decide he's stable enough for an implant operation—so you might as well go home."

"Thank you. Doctor; good job," Meredith said, getting to his feet. "Andrews, you may escort Carmen home and then hit the sack yourself. Good night, all."

Five minutes later, he was in his office. From the corner, his spare cot beckoned temptingly; turning his mind away from it, he sat down at his desk and punched for the Martello duty officer. "I want to talk to the Orspham officer-in-charge," he told the other. "Get him for me on the secure radio cha

"Yes, Colonel."

Leaning back in his chair, Meredith checked his watch. The first contact would take several minutes to establish and perhaps triple that to get sufficiently deep into the Orspham hierarchy for what he wanted. And as long as he was waiting anyway … "Get me the UN ship, too," he instructed the officer.

There were several very salty things he wanted to say to Msuya.

Chapter 30

It took three weeks for Hafner's leg to recover sufficiently for him to begin taking short trips without a wheelchair—and, coincidentally, it was after the same three weeks that Carmen finally threw in the towel on her own project. "I'm just not getting anywhere," she told Meredith, slapping her notebook in frustration.

"Loretta's translations make sense enough when I read them, but I just can't apply it all to the squiggles on the control boards."

"It's not a different language, is it?" he asked her.

She shrugged helplessly. "I can't even tell that. The same forty-six symbols are used, but that's all I know. If you want that ship figured out, you're going to have to let Loretta come and work directly on the ship with me."

Meredith stared out across the cavern, and Carmen held her breath. If he turned her down she'd likely spend the rest of her life aboard that stupid lifeboat. "As a small inducement," she said, "I can let you have Major Barner back for normal tower duty. Peter's told me he wants to start picking up his share of the load again, and while he obviously can't go ru