“I don't need any help,” he said when he finally found his voice again. “She's a doctor, not a sociologist.”
“She's female, and a Prime,” said Kezule. “And you told me to let the females do what they do best, build societies. That's why I need her involved.”
Why, after keeping them apart for so long, was he now throwing them together like this in a working environment?
“I also think it's time Shaidan spent the odd night with you,” the General continued. “So once a week, you and he can stay overnight in quarters on this level. The first night will be the night after tomorrow, when your festival is over, if that's acceptable.”
“What do you want in return?” he demanded automatically.
Kezule's crest raised slightly. “Very astute,” he murmured. “I want the
Zan'droshi
stripped bare of anything useful in six weeks. After that time, the remains will be nudged into a decaying orbit round the gas giant. While it's here, it draws attention to us. I want it gone as soon as possible.”
“You could take your time if you put it in an orbit deeper in the asteroid field.”
“Too dangerous,” said Kezule, reaching into his uniform jacket pocket and drawing out a slim golden case. Opening it, he took out a thin, dark green cylinder about three inches long and proceeded to put it in his mouth and light it with an igniter he took from another pocket.
Kusac's nose wrinkled in anticipation of the smell but it was actually fairly inoffensive. “I didn't know Valtegans smoked. Something you found on the
Zan'droshi
?”
Kezule opened the case again and held it out to him. “Yes. I found these in the Officers' mess. My favorite brand, too. Would you like to try one? I thought your people didn't smoke but chewed twigs from a specific tree instead. This is made from only leaves.”
He shook his head. “No thanks. We don't smoke.”
“The Humans do,” said Kezule, putting the case and igniter away. “Having a Human wife, I'd have thought you'd have tried it.”
“No,” he said shortly, not wanting to discuss his past life. “If you compute the orbits of the asteroids correctly, there should be no problem with moving the
Zan'droshi
deeper into the field.”
“Most of the orbits closer to the planet are too erratic to predict accurately. I won't risk my people attempting it.”
He shrugged and went back to studying the image on the screen. “Helping to salvage a warship wasn't part of our deal, Kezule.”
“The deal was to stay for as long as I needed you,” Kezule reminded him quietly, tapping ash off the end of his cheroot into a small dish on the table in front of them. “Your people have the skills mine lack when it comes to choosing what is necessary to take off the
Zan'droshi
. I can't always be with them, I have duties here as well.”
He turned to look at the General. “What will be next, Kezule? How many more times will you say only we have the skills to help you? We've already been here for over two months. I want to take my son home, my crew want to go home.”
“I've never put a time limit on how long I wanted you to stay,” said Kezule, lazily blowing smoke into the air while regarding him consideringly. Suddenly, he sat up and stubbed out the remains of his smoke.
“The
Zan'droshi
has ancillary craftâin repairable conditionâon one of the flight decks, among other things,” he said crisply. “As well as taking off what we need to supplement our sick bays and living quarters, I want them and their ammunition in working order. Before you say it,” he said warningly, “yes, this is a peaceful settlement, but we may need to defend ourselves one day, and I aim to ensure we have the means to do so. Once that's been completed, I plan to visit Ch'almuth and see if I can recruit some of their people. When you've helped them settle in, then you have my word you and your son can leave here.”
“You expect me to believe that after getting those fighters off the
Zan'droshi
, you don't plan to use them on the Ch'almuthians?” he said, putting all the scorn he felt into his words.
“Don't take me for an idiot, Kusac,” Kezule snapped back. “I want willing settlers, not a captive population! I have no intention of taking anyone from there by force. I want the fighters for the reason I said, in case I need to defend this Outpost.”
“Who are you expecting to attack you? The Primes?”
“I'm not expecting anyone, I'm just covering my options. You could be going home in as little as three months, Kusac. Think of that rather than trying to give me motives I don't have.”
Three months? For the first time, he thought about what waited for him on Sholaâa trial for treason, not just because of stealing the
Couana
for the original mission, but because he'd returned from it then immediately taken off again to return to Kezule's hideout. It wouldn't matter that Father Lijou and his own father had urged him to take the initial covert mission, unless the political climate at home had improved with the Primes, they couldn't admit to having sent him. And as for returning for his son, that would cut no ice with the authorities. He'd be disowned by both his birth family and the Brotherhood, and he'd face either imprisonment, or worse, mental readjustment. Surprisingly, his future here was more assured than on Shola. Maybe he should make a new life for himself and Shaidan here, on Kij'ik, where no one would probe into his son's heritage. Maybe he should be content with what he had now rather than risk an uncertain future for them both.
The thought shocked him. “Agreed,” he said harshly.
Kezule nodded, a slight smile touching the corners of his wide mouth. “I have some matters to attend to on the bridge,” he said, getting to his feet. “I promised you two hours alone with my wife, you can have them now. I keep my word, Kusac.” With that, he left.
He heard the outer door open then close and knew he was alone with Zayshul and both children.
“He trusts you now,” said Zayshul as she ushered Shaidan and her daughter in. “He wouldn't have invited you here, or left you alone with us if he didn't.”
He opened his mouth to answer but she shook her head slightly and gestured to the ubiquitous comm screen unit in the corner of the room.
“Shaidan, get the drawing things out from the cupboard, please, and take them to the kitchen. Mayza wants to draw for a while before bed,” she said.
“Yes, Aunt,” the cub said obediently, going to a set of cupboards behind the sofa opposite Kusac.
“Aunt?” Kusac asked as he got to his feet.
“What would you have him call me?” Her tone was slightly acerbic. “Doctor Zayshul? He only calls me that in public.”
“No, of course not,” he mumbled, taken aback by her forthrightness.
The kitchen was through the dining area, and was a small, family room with a circular dining table and four chairs plus the usual facilities for cooking and cleaning up after a meal. Next to the sink stood a food and drink dispenser.
“The communication units were originally used as monitors by Security,” she said quietly as the two youngsters settled at the table with small drawing screens and styluses. She took two drinking vessels from a cupboard and programmed two drinks into the dispenser. “Not that I think Kezule uses them for that,” she added hurriedly as she waited for them to be delivered. “He only uses them for entertainment channels and public announcements, but it's safer not to speak frankly in front of them.”
Reaching into the dispenser, she took out a bowl of kheffa and handed it to him.
He took it from her carefully, making sure their fingers didn't touch. Still sensitive to her presence, he didn't want to make the situation worse.
“About last night,” she began hesitantly.
“It didn't happen, and it must never happen again,” he said firmly, in a voice as quiet as hers while refusing to meet her gaze. His burning need for her had lessened, thank Vartra, but he still felt an attraction to her.
“Agreed,” she said after a moment. “You asked for this time with me, so what do I tell Kezule we talked about? What reason did you give him?”
He looked at her then. “Shaidan,” he said. “I told him I wanted to know about him and the other cubs. Tell me how Kezule found them.”
Opening his mind, he let his shields drop and absorbed everything she said about the discovery and rescue of the cubs, including the death of two of them. He listened emotionlessly, betraying nothing.
“He's not a cruel man, Kusac,” she said at last. “He's obviously a product of his own time and culture, but he's motivated by honor and duty. It sickened him to see the cubs in the Directorate's hands. He could have asked for any of them, and even though he knew Shaidan was your son, he asked for Gaylla to save her life.”
“Keeping Shaidan to make me return and help him wasn't honorable,” he growled, putting his empty drinking vessel in the sink. “And you went along with it.”
He felt her mental presence flare until it touched the edges of his mind. Instantly his shielding returned, blocking her out, but not before he'd felt the mixture of anger and anguish she was feeling.
“I had no option,” she said quietly. “There must have been times when you have overruled your wife.”
Memories tried to surface but ruthlessly, he suppressed them. That part of his life belonged to the past, had no relevance to him now.
She moved closer, her hand touching his arm in an intimate gesture. “I was against this plan, Kusac, please believe that.”
Her touch shocked him by sending thrills of anticipated pleasure through him. He jerked his arm away. “Don't touch me!” he hissed in a low voice. “We have to work together, but I want no intimacy with you! You mean nothing to meâyou're a colleague, nothing more!” He moved abruptly away from her toward the table and took the empty seat next to his son.
The impact of her scent might have diminished, but her touch evoked memories of their shared intimacy the night before. Telepaths couldn't hide from the messages that flesh-to-flesh contact brought, and his body wanted hers again.
He tried to concentrate on his son, using the cub's scent and touch to override hers, but he was only partially successful. The awareness her touch had awakened in him was reluctant to become dormant again.
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Zayshul was in an equal state of turmoil and confusion, wondering if she had, indeed, managed to turn off the scent marker. Until she'd touched him, she'd assumed she had, now she wasn't so sure anymore. She busied herself washing the drinking vessels and putting them back under the dispenser for fresh kheffa. Then she joined Kusac at the table, pushing his hot drink toward him as she took the last empty chair.
Eventually the two hours were over and M'kou came to escort him back to the Officers level. As the distance between him and Zayshul increased, the beast she'd awakened with her touch finally went back to sleep, and he sighed with relief.
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M'kou left the Sholan on his level and rode the elevator back down to his own, heading for the bridge where he knew his father waited.
The General was sitting to one side at the Security post while the evening watch were on duty at the Captain's and Tactical stations. As he approached, he could see his father had been switching between only two screensâthe exterior of the
Zan'droshi
, and his lounge.
“Thank you, M'kou,” Kezule said, switching off the screens and getting to his feet. “I'm through here for tonight.”
“Will you be going back to your quarters now? I could make a hot drink to ease your tiredness.”
Kezule smiled briefly and put his hand on his son's shoulder. “Thank you, but no. I think I will spend a few hours with Shishu and her charming companion. I needâuncomplicated company tonight. There are times when I don't think I'll ever get used to sentient wives, and tonight is one of them.”
Nodding, M'kou thought of his own mate, Lazaik, glad he didn't have the problems his father had. Lazaik had scent-marked him, and he didn't care if the longing he felt for her was enhanced by the marker or not, because he knew that it worked the same way for her. On that level at least, he could feel some sympathy for the Doctor and the Sholan Captain, as well as for his father.
“Would you like me to inform Doctor Zayshul?” he offered quietly.
“Please,” said Kezule, the weary look on his face vanishing for an instant. “But do it . . .” He hesitated.
“I know how to tell her,” said M'kou.
Kezule gripped his son's shoulder affectionately and nodded. “Maybe you could ask her friend from the lab to call in on her,” he suggested. “Females like each other's company in stressful times, and tonight has been stressful for both of us.”
“I'll tell Ghidd'ah,” M'kou reassured him.
“Would you also make sure all Captain Aldatan's requirements for tomorrow will be met?” said Kezule as he began to leave.
“Already done, General. Shall I call you tomorrow morning at the usual time?”
“Please.”
As he watched his father leave, M'kou sighed, wondering again why the otherwise competent and sensible Doctor had scent-marked the Sholan Captain in the first place, then hurriedly banished the thought as he had before. No one really believed the story that it had been done by the Directorate, but on the
Kz'adul
, she had been free to scent-mark whomever she chose.
Lazaik had tried to explain the appeal of the Sholan males to him but he couldn't really see it from a female viewpoint.
“If the males have that effect on you, La'shol help us when we meet their females,”
he'd said, but she'd just laughed at him.