Between Darkness and Light (129 page)

“What?” asked Zayshul as she helped him limp into the nearest bed bay for the shower cubicle there.

“He's got a knife wound in his left side, Zayshul,” she said, hurrying in to join them. “High up, near his armpit.”

“I'm fine,” he said, refusing to let her stop him to look for the wound. “Do you think I wouldn't know if I'd been stabbed?”

“Hold him still, Ghidd'ah,” said Zayshul, forcing the issue and bringing him to a stop. “I'm checking you now. You're far too eager to get away from me, Kusac.”

“It was only a prick,” he muttered, twisting round to watch as she gently ran her hands over his side. He shivered at her touch, not from pain, but from pleasure.

She stopped, parting his fur carefully till she found it. “You're fine—now,” she said, giving him a long look and letting out a sigh of relief. “It'll need a dressing, but it's not deep.”

He reached down to touch it for himself, his eyes meeting hers. They both knew it had been a deep wound.

Zayshul ducked behind him, looking at his other side where Dzaou had clawed him. He winced as she probed at the slashes. “These are nasty,” she said. “They'll need stitches to close them. A shower will help, though, get any dirt from the floor out of them at least. Now let me see your thigh. That dressing is as bloody as the rest of you.”

 

He checked his sides himself as he showered, trying to work out what had happened. The stab wound had healed to the point where it was only a shallow slice, but the slashes from the claws were unchanged. Could it be that his body was automatically responding to only life-threatening wounds, rendering them less harmful? It would explain his rapid healing of the last week or so, except that the blaster wound itself hadn't been that dangerous. He dismissed the idea as fanciful. It was far more likely that there was still some Fastheal in his system.

“Are you still alive in there?” asked Zayshul from outside. “You've been in long enough.”

“I'm done,” he said, turning off the water and stepping out to take the towel from her.

 

Once he was clean and dry, his wounds, old and new, treated and dressed, Shaidan was brought to see him and be reassured he was fine. While Zayshul took his son off to join the other children on the Command level, he replaced his torc and rested on the bed, waiting for his crew to arrive. There was still the matter of whether or not they stayed to be decided.

“How bad?” asked Banner, eyeing the new bandage on his forearm as they filed in and settled themselves on the chair and the end of his bed.

“Superficial,” he said, sitting up stiffly. He'd managed to scrounge something to eat once the two females had finished with him, and now the analgesic had begun to work, he felt a lot better.

“It looked like he gave you a good mauling,” said Khadui.

He dismissed the other's concern with a small gesture, more interested in what they had to say. “Have you thought over Kezule's request?”

“We're staying,” said Banner, glancing at the other two. “But I want to be with you when you send the message.”

“Ask Ghidd'ah to call Security. Kezule's waiting there for our answer. He'll bring us a recorder, then take you up to the bridge to send it,” he said. “He has his own message for our government which you will hear before he sends it. What do you want me to say?”

“Just tell it like it is,” said Banner with a faint smile.

Carrie looked up from the gaming console as Rezac came into the rec room. “It's not time for third meal already, is it?” she asked.

“No,” he said, trying hard not to grin. “Captain Shaayiyisis let me leave the bridge to give you the news personally.”

“What news?” asked Kaid, looking up from the book he was reading.

“Haven just called—with a message from Kusac and Kezule containing the coordinates for the Outpost. It is called Kij'ik, by the way, we were right.”

“What?” asked Carrie unbelievingly, swinging her chair around to face him.

“Where?” asked Kaid, putting the book down.

“About two days from where we were. We were very close, but in the wrong solar system. Kusac is asking Haven to request help for Kezule from our government. They know all about the coup and ...”

“Can we call them back?” interrupted Carrie.

“No, but Kisha copied the message so you could hear it for yourselves,” he said, passing a pale green crystal to her. “In it, Kezule claims Kusac was on an undercover mission, training his people for just such an eventuality. The General says he wants to retake K'oish'ik and put Zsurtul on the throne. L'Seuli said Kezule's statement about Kusac is just what's needed to add to the statement he gave you to get him off the hook and refute the charges of treason against him. He says Konis Aldatan has already contacted Lijou and Rhyaz about it.”

Kaid grinned. “So L'Seuli sent the message to Konis, did he? And Stronghold has agreed to do it?”

“It's as good as done. L'Seuli says he'll send us a transcript of the press releases exonerating Kusac.”

“Thank the Gods for that!” said Carrie with feeling.

“We're to go and help them, Kaid. And Haven's sending our own ships within the next seven days. They were all there on the message—Kusac, Banner, Jayza, and Khadui.”

“Dzaou?” asked Kaid.

Rezac shook his head. “Khadui reports he's dead. He'd been acting mutinously for some time, even making attempts to trap Kusac in life-threatening situations, but nothing could be proved. Finally he Challenged him, and thankfully lost. It was witnessed by Khadui and Banner, as well as Kezule, who all vouched for Kusac's innocence during the message.”

Carrie sat there feeling shell-shocked now that she knew that Kusac was safe.

“Before you ask, Carrie,” added Rezac, putting his hand briefly on her shoulder. “I'm sorry, but the message was impersonal. There was nothing private for you.”

“That's to be expected,” said Kaid, getting up to join her. “It's going to be all right, Carrie,” he said, squatting down on his haunches beside her. “He's safe, and obviously on top of the situation at Kij'ik. We'll be together soon.”

“When do we leave?” she asked.

“Captain Shaayiyisis is getting the
Couana
prepped now,” said Rezac with a large grin.