expression changed from rage to intrigue. âWe demand to speak to a married couple,â said Krnk-ni-Plik, frustrated by now.
âNo oneâs married,â said Lena.
All the Krakkiluks looked at one another and then vibrated, so that the plates of their exoskeletons clacked and clattered. It was strange, but I understood âthereâs something about dealing with people , wherever theyâre from. There are lots of things you donât understand, but some things youdo. I was pretty sure that that noise amounted to scornful laughter.
âNo wonder you were so easily captured,â said Tlag-li-Glig. âWhat is the crew of a ship without Love?â
No one had any idea how to answer that except the Helen of Troy , who announced indignantly through external speakers, âI am full of love!â Which left the aliens kind of flummoxed.
âWell,â said a Krakkiluk with blue coils on its exoskeleton. âThat is very strange.â
âAh! The ship is your wife!â said Krnk-ni-Plik.
âOh! No, of course not, Iâve had quite enough wives, ha ha. The ship is just . . . itâs a ship. With an artificial intelligence in it, thatâs all.â
âI donât think youâre helping,â hissed Dr. Muldoon.
âThere can be no true cohesion, no sacred covenant between soldiers, without Love,â said Tlag-li-Glig severely. âLove is the basis of nations! The clay from which greatness is built! The forge of civilization! I fight for the Expanse, but I fight for my beloved first, and she for me!â
âO diamond of my life,â said Krnk-ni-Plik reverently, deeply moved by this.
âO thorned bloom of summer seas,â responded Tlag-li-Glig.
âO rainbow of my oil glands,â said Krnk-ni-Plik.
The Krakkiluks seemed to be working themselves up into performing some disturbing kind of poem (the others clattered gently in appreciation), and personally, I would have left them to it in the hope theyâd get so carried away we could sneak back aboard the Helen and fly off. But Carl decided to interrupt.
âOkay, we get it, you really like love,â he said. âYouâre very loving people. So you could . . . let us go home right now. That would show love, wouldnât it?
âI think they mainly like marriage,â I whispered to him.
âThereâs other kinds of love!â announced Christa unexpectedly. âThereâs parents . . . and siblings . . . and friends. . . . Oh, god, please donât hurt me.â
âChrista, quiet,â warned Trommler. But he neednât have bothered, because the nearest Krakkiluks just gestured at her in the vague way you might bat at a fly you canât be bothered to actually hit.
Two pairs of Krakkiluks emerged from the Helen and said something, but the red boxes didnât translate that or Krnk-ni-Plikâs reply. The subordinate pair might have saluted if theyâd been humansâand they did bowâbut then they turned to each other and, with equal formality (but somehow still plentyof passion), embraced. Then they retired a few steps, sheathed their weapons, and began lightly caressing each other with their claws.
âFel-thraaa shiha-raa,â said Th saaa . â Please. â Quurufor vel-raha amlaa-vel-esh.â And I could hear the word âcooling capeâ in there. Pale, washed-out patches were appearing amidst their colors.
âPlease. Itâs way too hot for Morrors,â Noel said. âYou canât keep Th saaa in here; theyâll overheat and die!â
The Krakkiluks seemed as oblivious to anything said by anyone under eighteen, but when Dr. Muldoon said the same thing over again, Tlag-li-Glig inspected Th saaa critically and crunched out something untranslated to a pair of subordinates, who went and found a cooling cape inside the Helen . They tossed it over to Th saaa, who huddled inside it gratefully. But I knew that
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