Chanur's Homecoming by C. J. Cherryh Page B

2315," was the center of that detail. It was, at the moment, all she was interested in. The kif gave them time enough to get organized. Barely. With precise course instructions, aborting one that they had laid in.
    "Hilfy."
    "Aye," the subdued voice reached her.
    "Message to Kesurinan and Tahar: stand by departure; they'll have a bit over six hours. So will we."
    A pause. "Aye."
    Silence after. The Pride was at rest again. The crew on the bridge could see her, where she stood. The camera was live. She looked up at it. "Things could be worse," she said glumly. "I can think of one way right off. But we got Jik in our custody, we got Tahar and Aja Jin with us, and we've got the hakkikt's orders: it's Meetpoint. His way."
    A longer pause.
    "Aye," Haral said simply, as if she had given a routine order.
    The largest space station in the Compact.
    And a forewarned one.
    "Clear the boards, stand offduty; I got Jik to see to."
    "Aye, captain."
    She walked out of the airlock. And only then it occurred to her, like the ghost of an old habit that no longer meant anything, that she had just packed her husband and another crewman off to tend another man, knowing beyond the last twitch of instinct, if it was ever instinct, that Jik was safe with them, safe as that kif was safe to send down the corridor in the other direction, because even the kif was a rational mind and sane and sensible, while the universe quaked and tottered on al! sides of them.
    She walked down the corridor and into the open door of sickbay, their little closet of a facility. Tirun had beaten her there. Khym and Tully were taking Jif off the stretcher and laying him on the table.
    "He'll have some bruises," Pyanfar said. "You'd better run a scan on him. He may have more than that." She went to the med cabinet, keyed the lock with a button-sequence and sorted through a tray of bottles- hani-specific; hani drugs did strange things with some mahendo'sat. No telling what the kif had given him even if she ran a query into Library, and it was better to stick to the simple things. She pulled out an old-fashioned bottle of ammonia salts and brought that over to hold under Jik's nose.
    Not a twitch.
    "Gods-be." She capped the stinking bottle and slapped Jik's chill face. "Wake up. Hear me?"
    "What did they give him?" Tirun asked, lifting Jik's eyelid, peering close. "He smells like a dopeden."
    "He's a hunter-captain, gods rot it, his own precious government's got him mind-blocked, gods know how far down he's gone." She turned around, shoved her way past Khym and got to the intercom. "Bridge! Get Harukk on, tell 'em I want to know what they dosed Jik with, fast."
    "Aye," Haral's voice came back.
    Tirun was counting pulsebeats. And frowning.
    "Gods, he doesn't know where he is." Pyanfar crossed the deck again, shoving roughly past both the men, to grab at Jik's shoulders. "Jik, gods fry you, it's Pyanfar, Pyanfar Chanur, you hear me? Emergency, Jik, wake up?"
    Jik's mouth opened. His chest moved in a larger breath.
    "Come on, Jik-for the gods' sake, wake up!" She yelled it into his ear. She shook at him. ''Jik! Help!''
    Tension began to come back to his musculature. His face acquired familiar lines. "Come on," she said. "It's me, it's Pyanfar."
    Help, she said. And the great fool came back to her. He hauled himself out of whatever mental pit his own people had prepared for him, the way he had run out onto that dock to fight for her and her crew, when an absolute species-loyalty had dictated he save himself. Help. More strangers handled him, dumped him from stretcher to table, gods, not unlike what the kif must have done to him, and he went away from them, deeper and deeper, only knowing at some far level that he was being touched.
    Knowing now that there was a hani cursing him deaf in one ear and asking something of him, but nothing more than that.
    O gods. Gods, Jik.
    His eyes slitted open. He was still far away.
    "Hey," she said. "You're all right. You're on The Pride. I got you