keeping him about all the time. That was easy: heâd send Zainal out on reconnaissance: theyâd need to know the terrain wherever they finally came to roost. Send Bjornsen with him, and keep two potential problemsout of his hair. Heâd have enough. Not that he hadnât made a good start but oh, lord, how did he get in this situation in the first place? Mitford, he told himself, donât you know the first rule of Survival?
Donât
volunteer!
âYou were telling me you
work
for the Eosi? The Catteni are not the overlords?â he asked Zainal in Barevi.
âNo, Eosi. Emassi take orders. Eosi order the galaxy.â
That chain of command didnât seem to sit well with the Cat either, Mitford thought, reading the way the guy set his jaw as resistance, if not downright rebellion.
ââEmassiâ is not the word I heard for âcaptain,ââ Mitford went on in a bland voice.
He caught the gleam of Zainalâs eyes in the moonlight as the big Cat glanced down at him.
ââEmassiâ one word for a captain,â and Zainalâs lips curled up. âSpecial captain. You have heard âTudoâ more. And âDrassi.ââ
âYeah, âTudoâ for ground and âDrassiâ for space? Right?â So, as Mitford had thought, this Catteni was a couple of cuts above the usual individual the Sergeant had met. âSo which was it set us down here? Tudo, Drassi, or Emassi?â
âDrassi by order of Eosi,â and that didnât sit well with the Catteni either.
âYou killed a Tudo, thenâ¦â
âAs I have told you,â Zainal said quietly but with an edge to his words.
âJust checking.â
Zainal chuckled. âKnow that Emassi have no reason to lie.â
The first moon was now well above the hills and shining hard into their faces, lighting the rocky track so that they didnât inadvertently step on sleeping bodies. For a big guy, Zainal was agile. Course he was used to a heavier gravity, but that didnât keep some Cats from being damned clumsy, squashing bystanders in their brawls.
âWeâll be left alone now to get on with the job of settling in?â
âThat is the way.â
âHow soon before anyone checks in?â
Zainal paused, walking in silence, then held up two fingers. âDepends. Drop more prisoners if we live. Then check in half a year, year. See how we do.â
âYouâre part of âweâ?â Mitford wasnât sure if he liked that suggestion of solidarity. The Cat hadnât been in the same boat as the humans: figuratively, that is. Or maybe he was.
Zainal snorted. âI drop. I stay. I am not against you. I am
with
you.â
âFine by me,â Mitford said, waited a beat, âbut you wonât find everyone exactly welcoming.â
Zainal chuckled. âEmassi are also not welcome everywhere. I will survive.â
Somehow Mitford didnât doubt that a moment. And he intended to keep this Catteni alive. Mitford could think of several ways, easy, that this Zainal might be of use to him, especially if he was also discontented with these Eosi overlords who ordered everything. âThen if we can keep alive, they unload more rebels?â
âRebels?â
âYeah, rebels,â Mitford said, âpeople like us who protest Catteni rule.â
Zainal grinned. âGood word, rebels. I like it.â
âYou wouldnât be a bit of a rebel yourself, perhaps?â
âPerhaps.â
Mitford caught the edge on that mild rejoinder and wondered.
âWe must talk about this at a later date,â Zainal said. âYou speak Barevi lingua well,â he added in a louder voice.
âIâm a survivor, Emassi. And learning the local lingo fast is essential to survival. I got enough of five-six languages from Earth to get around the world: Barevi wasnât hard to pick up.â
âNo, it is