He waited till they were too close to raise screens.

He hit the two nearest with missiles, slammed on maximum dump, shot the other two in their drives, rotated ship violently and pushed it into the red, headed out the side of the pocket.

Metal shrieked. The rider staggered. Some rider commander with more guts than brains had permitted a collision and had grappled. Turtle could not break free. He put on violent pitch, roll, and yaw to keep another from grappling. The other ship fought him, but he had the more potent drives.

His soldiers went to greet the boarders.

That damned Haget was a madman. But he'd sure done his part.

The sucker was in place. Jo blew the charges, sliced a hole through the other hull. The assault squads charged. She and AnyKaat went over behind the first platoon.

There was a dramatic shift in gravitational attitude.

The Ku had exploited that moment of disorientation thoroughly. The first two squads had been slaughtered. Would a hundred soldiers be enough?

"AnyKaat. Move out aft. Come on, people! Move!"

The woman nearest her shed flesh and fire.

"Colonel Klass is aboard," the air said. "JV83 is collecting the escape pod."

"Very well." WarAvocat was confident the artifact would be aboard. He knew the Ku that well.

Where the hell was Aleas? No one had seen her for hours.

Never had his people been so distracted and grim. They could not keep their minds on business. Damn Gemina! Why now?

There was no way to still their fears.

Four Ku stepped out of nowhere and killed the six Guardship soldiers guarding the connection with their rider. The four went across and killed their way toward the rider's bridge.

AnyKaat was lost. Her helmet had gone out. She had dumped it. She had no way of knowing how Jo was doing.

Two-thirds of her force had been killed, mainly in hand-to-hand fighting. They had taken no prisoners. She had seen only two enemy dead.

The drive aft had stalled at a cross passage. Someone around there had killed three soldiers already, hitting them with inhuman quickness and accuracy when they tried the corner.

A soldier signed that he would throw a grenade and they should all charge. She nodded. He threw.

The grenade came back as they moved.

The mass of bodies shielded her from the worst, but concussion stunned her. She wobbled into the cross corridor, found herself face to face with Blessed Tregesser, Lupo Provik, and Provik's girlfriend. The girlfriend's eyes got big. She smiled. "This is for Merod Schene."

AnyKaat joined Degas in the shadows.

Turtle continued wriggling so no other rider could grapple. He hit another two with his last two missiles. He got the drives of three more with his cannon. He dodged attacks on his own drives and vanes.

He was better than they, yes, but still their efforts seemed half-hearted. Why?

Comm. The team he had sent aboard the ridership. "We have the bridge, Kez Maefele."

"Sabotage it and come back."

"I can't. Too badly hurt. The others are on their way. Stand by to seal the breach."

"Right." It was a warrior's choice.

A red pinlight lighted. The patch was on. The light turned green. The patch was airtight.

The ridership turned loose.

Turtle slammed it into the red, raised screen, shot out of the crowd. The Ku who controlled the other rider hurled it between two others and blew the Q.

Twenty-six minutes to the strand. He was ahead of the pack and gaining. He put on all the ECM, SCAM, and Stealth he had.

VII Gemina sat squarely astride his path.

The hatchway ripped open. A squat, ragged Guardship soldier stumbled through. He moved. She shot his seat. "Told you I'd come, Ku."

He slid around, darted in, knocked the weapon from her hand, kicked. "And I cautioned you that that would be fatal."

The light went out of her eyes.

WarAvocat watched the Outsider rider hurtle closer. A report came saying the escape pod had contained the artifact and a second woman. "Ready the Hellspinners," he ordered. Why the hell wouldn't the Ku give up?

Twelve riders lost or damaged. A hundred boarders wiped out, probably. To what purpose?

He did not comprehend. Though now he knew he could have gone shitstorm in that end space.

Enough was enough. If the Ku insisted, then die he would.

"Access, the Deified Aleas Notable."

After a long pause, a strained, "Yes?"

"Where the hell are you?"

"Here." From one of the screens reserved for the Deified.

"What have you done?"

"I nearly lost my objectivity, Hanaver. I had to come back."

"But..."

"Don't argue. There's no point. You have a task to complete. Complete it." She vanished.

He faced the wall display, sliced off the pain.

The Ku was coming like he meant to smash through VII Gemina.

He suffered an epiphany. He would not long survive the Ku. That was there in the way Aleas told him he had a job to finish.

The incoming rider adjusted course. The Ku would have to do more if he was not to overshoot the strand....

He laughed. "You bastard! I've seen this trick before." The Ku would threaten collision till he raised screen, then would slide past without a shot being fired, too fast for the Hellspinners. Or, if the screen stayed down, he would run in on the skin of the Guardship, too close and fast to track accurately, holding himself in with strands of artificial gravity—till he decided to let loose and whipped off at some unpredictable angle.

WarAvocat gave orders.

Beams licked out. Shells ricocheted off the rider's screen. A few Hellspinners rolled, just for effect. The rider came in like a Lock Runner.

It passed inside screen limit.

WarAvocat raised screen.

The Ku was trapped inside.

Provik said, "It didn't work."

"Not this time." Turtle dumped velocity as violently as possible. He kept an eye on the surface of the Guardship. It took four orbits to shed speed. He put the rider down in a wasteland of battle damage, set SCAM to blend, cycled down as far as he could. "They can't detect us here from inside or out. They'll have to send searchers. Let's hope they make a mistake before they find us." He fought off weariness. "We have work to do. Those bodies have to go. Their equipment and weapons and rations have to be collected."

WarAvocat watched the riders straggle in, ignoring the scrutiny of the Deified and live crew, wondering what next.

What next was the Ku would wait for him to screw up while he waited for them to get hungry and make their own mistake.

He issued general orders, said, "Bring the prisoners to my quarters when they arrive." The hell with what anybody thought.