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y of the others； I wondered； were having the same thoughts； only weren't interested in a confrontation？
I didn't care about being popular。 Well； I did； actually； as much as anyone else； but I'd long since resigned myself to the knowledge that people who liked me were going to be few and far between。 The vital question right now； though； was not popularity but trust and obedience。 If there was any chance at all of making it through the ever…tightening Patth noose； it was going to require all of us working together。
All of us。 Including our mysterious saboteur。
It would help enormously if I could figure out what exactly he was going for。 But while I could hammer any three or four of the incidents into a workable theory； trying to put all of them together simply refused to work。 If someone knew what was in the Icarus's cargo hold； and if it was as valuable as we all thought； why hadn't he turned us in to the Patth on Potosi and claimed the reward？ Or had the gem…smuggling tip to Najiki Customs been an abortive attempt to do just that？ And how did the attacks on Jones and Ixil fit in？
Abruptly； I sat up straighter in my chair； my mind flashing back to what I myself had said not ten minutes earlier to Nicabar about the hijackers possibly hiring a pilot for the occasion。 The Patth might very well be doing just that…they certainly had enough money to spread around； and I was the one person they knew was aboard。 A single well…placed shot could take me out of the picture permanently； and make it vital for the rest to find a new pilot。
And if the Patth were dangling high…denomination bills in front of ships' pilots； why not ships' mechanics as well？ Our resident saboteur； no matter what his secret talents and certificates； probably couldn't fly a ship this size and shape by himself。 But two such talented and certified men just might be able to pull it off。
And if this second man was also a mechanic； then the simplest way to get him aboard was to create an opening in that slot。 Our saboteur had succeeded in eliminating Jones； but I'd already had Ixil standing in line to fill the vacancy。 Was the implied threat of cyanide poisoning a heavy…handed attempt to scare Ixil off？
If so； he was going to be sorely disappointed。 Kalixiri in general didn't scare very well； and Ixil was even worse at it than the average。
Which unfortunately still left the question of why the Icarus wasn't already in Patth hands； and maybe I'd now e up with an answer to that one； too。 Uncle Arthur had said the Patth Director General was personally calling the various governments along our route； but what if he was not； in fact； speaking for the entire Patth government？ I'd always assumed the Patth were fairly monolithic； at least insofar as their relations with other species were concerned。 But what if that wasn't the case？
In that event our saboteur might not have turned us in to the Patth simply because he hadn't yet run across the right Patth to turn us in to。 Maybe the customs flap on Potosi had indeed been an attempt to alert someone； only they hadn't gotten the message in time。 Or else my maneuver with Antoniewicz's name had gotten us out of trouble and off the planet faster than anyone had anticipated。
The politics of the situation； I knew； I didn't have a hope of unraveling without more detailed information about the Patth； which I didn't expect to be getting anytime soon。 However； with this assumption came an unexpected opportunity。 Unless our saboteur had been recruited on the spot at the Meima spaceport…which seemed unlikely…it meant that he must have had previous ties to the Patth。 Ties that； if I was lucky； would show up in the background reports Uncle Arthur had promised to deliver to me at our next stop。
I looked over my instruments and displays again； and despite the extra fuel cost involved edged our speed up a little。 Suddenly； I was very anxious to get to Morsh Pon。
CHAPTER 11
IT WAS AN eighty…four…hour flight from Potosi to Morsh Pon； eighty…four hours that went both smoother and more annoyingly than I'd expected them to。 We had to make only two stops along the way for Chort to repair more hull ridges； which considering the Icarus's haphazard construction was not a bad showing at all。 Perhaps the main hull's spherical design； unlovely though it was； actually stood up better against hyperspace pressure than the lean； graceful lines that I was more used to with starships。 Or maybe it was just that all of our good luck was being unidirectionally expended on our hull。
There were no more attempts at sabotage； at least none that came to light； but we had plenty of other trouble。 Successive doses of borandis were able to bring Shawn back from the edge and ensure that he wouldn't have any permanent neural damage； at least this time around。 Unfortunately； he'd apparently been far enough along that it took more of the medicine than normal to get him properly stabilized。 Everett thought we would be okay to Morsh Pon and probably the stop after that； but we were going to have to get hold of a new supply sooner than I'd hoped。
Our archaic puter was another problem that reared its ugly head shortly into the flight。 The glitch Tera had mentioned with her display turned out to be nothing as simple as an adjustment problem。 Once she opened the puter casing the trouble was instantly obvious： thin layers of almost microscopic dust inside； dust that apparently had just enough electrical conductivity to create flickers of random havoc as the cooling fans blew it across the various boards and ponents。
It was equally obvious； at least to Ixil and me； how it had happened。 Shoved off to the side somewhere in one of the underground chambers on Meima while Cameron's techs put the Icarus together； it had had plenty of opportunity to collect dust through its various apertures。 But of course none of the rest of our crew knew the ship's history； and dodging the constant stream of questions and plaints…most of the latter from Shawn； despite the alleged civilizing effects of his medicine…wore pretty thin after a while。 Ixil bore the brunt of that one as he spent the better part of seventy hours helping Tera and Shawn disassemble the system； clean it thoroughly； and put it back together again。
That all by itself scored as both a plus and a minus on my mental tally sheet。 A plus because Ixil closeted with Shawn and Tera meant neither of those two would be skulking around crimping torch nozzles or tapping into inters； a minus because it meant that for those same seventy hours I was robbed of Ixil's assistance in anything I might want to do。
Which meant that by the time we had a chance to send Pix and Pax into the open area between the two hulls for a thorough exploration； there was no longer anything in there for them to find。 No footprints in whatever dust might have been present before the multitude of vibrations redistributed it； no leftover tool lying behind one of the supports where its owner might have missed it； no trace of the short…circuited inter power lines； which had apparently been carefully and unobtrusively fixed。 About all the ferrets could e up with was the odd fact that the outer hull didn't feel； smell； or taste like anything else they'd ever e across。 It certainly wasn't any standard hull metal。 At one point I actually wondered if perhaps the Potosi customs people hadn't been as far off the mark as I'd thought； that all Cameron was doing was smuggling gold or iridium or some other exotic metal plated along the inside edge of the outer hull。 But that seemed both too plicated and too petty for someone with Cameron's reputation and resources。 Besides which； it didn't even start to explain the increasingly obsessive Patth interest in us。
Earlier I had also taken advantage of Tera's and Shawn's preoccupation with the puter to do a quiet check of their cabins； but both searches came up empty。 Neither of them had a cache of hidden weapons； secret Patth code books； or instruction manuals on how to sabotage a starship。 On the other hand； I found nothing in Tera's cabin to confirm that she was a member of any of those first…name…only religious sects； either。 Perhaps she was just the cautious type who didn't like giving her full name to strangers。
Overall； crew morale didn't fare very well during that leg of the trip。 Everett's private reservations about going to a criminal hellhole like Morsh Pon didn't stay private very long； and starting about two hours into the trip I had him； Shawn； and Tera all campaigning for me to find someplace else for our next fueling stop。 Nicabar and Chort didn't join in the chorus； but in Nicabar's case I had the distinct feeling he was wondering if I'd chosen Morsh Pon deliberately to make sure he and Tera couldn't find anyone more trustworthy to replace me。
In short； it was a frustrating； aggravating three and a half days for all of us。 And with Morsh Pon waiting； I wasn't expecting it to get any better at the far end。
It was late afternoon and early evening across the main Morsh Pon colony area when we arrived over the planet； with the sunset line probably an hour past the Blue District that was our destination。 We were the only ship ining； though I spotted a couple of other frei