Star Slaver by John Cleve

Author:John Cleve [Cleve, John]
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

It asked. Ulf had not. "Ever make it with a Jarp?" Ulf had not even seen a Jarp apart from that chaotic moment in the master bedroom, and sporadically during the hours that followed. "How about something to eat?" he asked. Ulf had not even technically made it to joyous, self-effacing finale with a human female.

Would have if that flaining spacer and one of these creatures and the Factor had not all come bursting into the master bedroom only moments short of Ulf s moment of truth! "Uh - do you know what happened to Alianora?" "Who?" the Jarp asked. "The lady who came onboard with me." Seeing the alien's puzzlement Ulf added, "Beautiful. Very long legs. Chestnut hair.

Lovely set of warheads. She has a perfect skin and a full, firm jaw-" Ulf was silent, remembering the dimple he could get lost in. "All humans look alike to me." The Jarp paused. "The one you were slicing that night we landed?"

Abruptly Ulf realized that all Jarps looked alike to him. He nodded. "Pos, that's Alianora." "Captain Zo's giving her some special instruction." "Special instruction in what?" Ulf was instantly suspicious. "In what she does best, I suppose," the Jarp said. "Are you sure you've never-" Ulf wanted to die. Locked up in this hold, what could he do? He knew what he could do if he ever got out. First order of business would be to kill Captain Zo. How many Neverminder rednecks would he have to kill first?

"No food for you," the Jarp said. "It'll just make you sick this soon after waking up." "I ... see," Ulf said. Until this instant he had not really been hungry. The Jarp fixed gentle round eyes on Ulf. "What does Catenary mean?" it asked. Ulf searched his mind for information that had not been there before he boarded the spacer and entered the sleeping pod. "Catenary," he said, "is the name of the curve in which a rope or chain droops when strung across a gravity field."

"Can you think of no other meaning?" Ulf could not. "Try another period in the pod." Ulf wanted to ask how he could get out of it next time - with two thirds of the 'minders probably sitting around just waiting for the foot of that pod to open. With them all listening he dared not ask.

Forcing himself not to display the glum hopelessness he felt, Ulf propelled himself headfirst into his pod and activated the latch. Abruptly Ulf was awake again, not knowing whether he'd slept an hour or a month. Foremost in his mind was the memory of enemies outside. He had to emerge feet first.

How many ways could he do it? He breathed deeply of the scrubbed, sterile air.

He flexed his arms and legs in the limited space and was abruptly aware of a respectable hunger. This time - if he survived reentry into the cargo hold - perhaps the Jarp would give him food. He strained to reach the pocket in his baggy pantaloons.

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