When the longboat is gone this place'll look pretty empty, she thought.

A fin in the party at the lock saw her and sped toward Gillian. He halted abruptly before her and hovered in the water at attention.

"Flankers and scoutsss are ready to depart when you give the word, Gillian."

"Thank you, Zaa'pht. It will be soon. Is there still no word from the line-repair party, or from Keepiru?"

"No, ssssir. The courier you sent to follow Keepiru should be near the wreck shortly, though."

It was frustrating. Takkata-Jim had severed the link to the Thennanin wreck, and now it seemed impossible to find the break. For once she cursed the fact that monofilaments could be hidden so well.

For all they knew, some terrible disaster might have struck the work party, at the very site she was planning on moving Streaker to.

At least the detectors indicated the space battle was still going on, almost as fierce as ever.

But what was keeping Tom? He was supposed to set off a message bomb when ETs showed up to investigate his ruse. But since the faked distress call there had been nothing.

In addition to everything else, the damned Niss machine wanted to talk to her. It had not set off the hidden alarm in her office to indicate that it was an emergency, but every time she used a comm unit she heard a faint click that signaled the thing's desire to talk.

It was enough to make a fem just want to climb into bed and stay there.

A sudden commotion broke out near the lock. The wall speaker let out a brief, sloppy squeal of Trinary, followed by a longer report in loose, high-pitched Anglic.

"Sssir!" Zaa'pht turned excitedly. "They report…"

"I heard." She nodded. "The line's been repaired. Congratulate the repair team for me, and get them inside for a couple of hours' rest. Then please ask Heurkah-pete to contact Hikahi right away. He's to ascertain her situation and tell her we begin moving the ship at 2100 hours unless she objects. I'll be calling her shortly."

"Aye, sssir!" Zaa'pht whirled and sped off.

Wattaceti watched her silently, waiting.

"All right," she said. "Let's see Takkata-Jim and Metz off. You've made certain the crew has offloaded everything that wasn't on our checklist, and inspected everything the exiles took aboard?"

"Yesss. They haven't even got a flaregun. No radio and no more fuel than the minimum needed to reach the island."

Gillian had gone on her own inspection of the boat a few hours back, while Metz and Takkata-Jim were still packing. She had taken a few additional precautions that nobody else knew about.

"Who's going with them?"

"Three volunteers, all of them 'strange' Stenos. All males. We searched them down to their penile sheathsss. They're clean. They're all in the longboat now, ready to go."

Gillian nodded. "Then, for better or worse, let's get them out of here so we can get on with other things."

Mentally she had already begun rehearsing what she had to tell Hikahi.

61 ::: Hikahi Suessi

"Remember," she told Tsh't and Suessi, "maintain radio silence at all cossst. And try to keep those crazy fen in the wreck from eating up all the supplies in the first few days, hmmm?"

Tsh't signaled assent with a jaw clap, although her eyes were heavy with reservation. Suessi said, "Are you sure you won't let one of us come with you?"

"I'm sure. If I encounter disaster I want no more lives lost. If I find survivors, I might need every bit of room. In any event, the skiff runs itself, essentially. All I have to do is watch it."

"You can't fight while piloting," Hannes pointed out.

"If I had a gunner along I might be tempted to fight. This way I have to run away. If Streaker is dead or captured, I must be able to return the skiff to you here, or you'll all be doomed."

Suessi frowned, but found he had to agree with her reasoning. He was thankful Hikahi had stayed as long as she had, letting them use the skiffs power to finish preparing a habitat inside the wreck.

We're all worried about Streaker and the captain, he thought. But Hikahi must be in agony.

"All right, then. Good-bye and good luck, Hikahi. May Ifni's boss watch over you."

"The sssame to both of you," Hikahi took Suessi's hand gently between her jaws, then did the same with Tsh't's left pectoral fin.

Tsh't and Suessi left through the skiffs small airlock. They backed their sled toward the yawning opening in the sunken alien battleship.

A low whine spread from the skiff as power came on. The sound echoed back to them from the mammoth sea-cliff that towered over the crash site.

The tiny space vessel began to move slowly eastward, picking up speed underwater. Hikahi had chosen a roundabout route, taking her far out before swinging back in an arc to Streaker's hiding place. This would keep her out of touch for as long as a couple of days, but it would also mean that her point of origin could not be traced, if an enemy lay in wait where Streaker had been.

They watched until the boat disappeared into the gloom. Long after Suessi ceased hearing anything. Tsh't waved her jaw slowly back and forth, following the diminishing sound.

Two hours later, as Hannes was lying down for his first nap in his new dry-quarters, the makeshift intercom by his pallet squawked.

Not more bad news. He sighed.

Lying in the darkness with one arm over his eyes, he touched the comm. "What?" he said simply.

It was Lucky Kaa, the young electronics tech and junior pilot. His voice fizzed with excitement. "Sir! Tsh't says you should come quickly! It'sss the ship!"

Suessi rolled over onto one elbow.

"Streaker?"

"Yesss! The line just re-opened! They want to talk to Hikahi right away!"

All of the strength went out of Suessi's arms. He slumped back and groaned. Oh, frabjous day! By now she's well out of sonar-speak range!

It's at times like these that I wish I could talk dolphin jabber like Tom Orley can. Maybe in Trinary I could express something properly ironic and vulgar about the way the universe works.

62 ::: Exiles

The longboat slid smoothly through the port and out into the twilight blue of Kithrup's ocean.

"You're going the wrong way," Ignacio Metz said, after the iris had closed behind them. Instead of turning east, the boat spiraled upward.

"Just a small detour, Dr. Metz," Takkata-Jim soothed. "Sneekah-jo, tell Streaker I'm adjusting the trim."

The dolphin on the co-pilot's ramp began whistling to his counterpart on the ship. The sonar-speak squawked back angrily. Streaker also had noticed the change in course.

Metz's seat was above and behind Takkata-Jim's. The water level came up to his waist. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Jusst getting used to the controls…"

"Well, watch out! You're headed straight for the detection buoys!"

Metz watched, amazed, as the craft sped toward the crew of dolphins dismantling the listening devices. The workfen scattered out of the way, cursing shrilly as the boat crashed into the tethered bouys. Metal smithereens clattered along its prow and fell into the blackness.

Takkata-Jim seemed oblivious. He calmly turned the small ship around and piloted it at a sedate pace eastward, toward their island destination.

The sonar-speak squawked. Dr. Metz blushed. Good fin-persons shouldn't use language like that!

"Tell them it was an accident-t," Takkata-Jim told his co-pilot. "The trim was out of line, but now we've got it under control. We're proceeding underwater to the island, as ordered."

The longboat drove down a narrow canyon, leaving the brightly lit subsea vale and Streaker behind it.

"Accident, my hairy uncle Fred's scrotum!"

The words were followed by a sniggering laugh from the back of the control room. "You know, I kinda figured you wouldn't leave without destroying the incriminatin' evidence first, Takkata-Jim."