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Updated: June 29, 2025
The clan party had seen them, were hesitant about the wisdom of trying to shove them aside. Van Rycke marched steadily onward and Dane matched his pace. They might not possess a leather-lunged herald to clear their road, but they gave every indication of having the right to occupy as much of it as they wished. And that unruffled poise had its affect upon those behind.
To felines it is a stimulation and they get the same satisfaction from rolling in and eating the leaves as we do from drinking " "The Salariki are, in a manner of speaking, felines " Van Rycke mused. Tau straightened. "The Salariki have discovered catnip, I take it?" Van Rycke nodded at Dane and for the second time the Cargo-master apprentice made his report.
But there he lingered, waiting for Van Rycke, the Cargo-master of the spacer and his immediate superior. It was early morning and now that he was out of the confinement of the ship the fresh morning winds cut about him, rippling through the blue-green grass forest beyond, to take much of his momentary irritation with them.
But Kallee had lost little of his assurance. "You haven't heard the last of this. A tape of the whole proceedings goes to the Board " "As you wish. But in the meantime " Van Rycke gestured to the waiting Salariki who were beginning to mutter impatiently. Kallee glanced around, heard those mutters, and made the only move possible, away from the Queen.
Perhaps on Sargol Sinbad had had his equivalent of a friendship cup and needed a check-up by Tau. "Stowage correct?" the question, coming from Van Rycke, was also unusual. The seal would not have been put across the hold lock had its contents not been checked and rechecked. "Yes, sir," Dane replied woodenly, knowing he was still in the outer darkness.
Only the problem now is how much cedar, lacquel bark, forsh weed, cinnamon do we have on board?" demanded Van Rycke. His sarcasm did not register with Weeks for the little man pushed by Dane and left the cabin to their surprise. In the quiet which followed they could hear the clatter of his boots on ladder rungs as he descended to the quarters of the engine room staff.
Some of the scent of the plant had clung to Sinbad's fur, had been detected, and the Salarik had wanted to trace it to its source. "Is it a drug?" Van Rycke prodded. "In the way that all herbs are drugs. Human beings have dosed themselves in the past with a tea made of the dried leaves. It has no great medicinal properties.
That left Jellico, Van Rycke, Karl Kosti, the giant jetman whose strength they had to rely upon before, Stotz the Engineer, Medic Tau and Steen Wilcox. If it were strength alone he would have chosen Kosti, but the big man was not too quick a thinker Jellico got to his feet, the embodiment of a star lane fighting man. In the flickering light the scar on his cheek seemed to ripple.
Neither Van Rycke nor Jellico spoke, it was left to Kallee to state his case. "You've crooked your orbit this time, bright boys," his jeer was a paean of triumph. "Code Three Article six or can't you absorb rules tapes with your thick heads?" Code Three Article six, Dane searched his memory for that law of the Service.
Jellico asked no questions, he merely regarded his trusted officer with a quizzically raised eyebrow. But the others drew around. It was so apparent that Van Rycke was pleased with himself.
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