Chanur #01 - Pride of Chanur by C. J. Cherryh

Author:C. J. Cherryh [Cherryh, C. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction, Fiction, General
ISBN: 9780808501404
Publisher: Mandarin
Published: 1982-01-01T23:00:00+00:00

No one stopped her. She rode the lift up, walked a sleep-drunken course down the central corridor to her own door.

"Aunt," Hilfy's voice pursued her. She stopped with her hand against the lockplate and looked about with a sour and forbidding stare.

"Repair crew's on its way," Hilfy said ever so quietly. "I thought you'd want to know. Message just came."

"You've been sitting watch topside?"

"Got a little rest. I thought -- "

"If Geran's on, it's waste to duplicate effort. Get yourself back to quarters and stay there. Sleep, gods rot you; am I supposed to coddle you later? Take something if you can't. Don't come complaining to me later."

"Captain," Hilfy murmured, ears back, and bowed.

Pyanfar hit the bar and opened the door, walked in and punched it closed before the automatic could function. Belatedly the look on Hilfy's face occurred to her; and the long duty Hilfy had spent at com through transit, and that she had intended to say something approving of that, and had not.

Gods rot it. She sat down on the side of the bed and dropped her head into her hands. Gods, that she had staggered through the requisite interview with the mahendo'sat, bargained with them, offended the Tahar -- and Tully ... she had traded off what three of his shipmates had died to keep to themselves.

In such a condition she gambled, with Chanur and Tully's whole species on the board.

She dropped her hands between her knees, finally reached for the bedside drawer where she kept a boxful of pills. She shook one into her hand and put it into her mouth -- spat it out in sudden revulsion and flung the open boxful across the cabin. Pills rattled and circled and lay still. She lay down on the bed as she was, drew the coverlet over herself, tucked her ;arms about her head and shut her eyes, flinging herself into an extended calculation about their routing out of here and refusing to let her mind off that technical problem. She built the numbers in front of her eyes and fended off the recollection of Tully's face or Hilfy's, or the scuttling figure of the knnn with its prize, or the kif which skulked and whispered together out on the docks.

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