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Berkley Books by F. M. Busby

THE RISSA KERGUELEN SAGA

\cYOUNG RISSA

RISSA AND TREGARE

THE LONG VIEW\A187

\c*lo be published soon by Berkley.

THE SECOND BOOK IN THE 3-PART SAGA OF RISSA KERGUELEN

F. M. BUSBY

BERKLEY BOOKS, NEW YORK

\cTo Benjamin

Young Rissa, Rissa and Tregare, and

The Long View were originally published

in two volumes as Rissa Kerguelen and

The Long View. They were also published in

one volume as Rissa Kerguelen.

\cRISSA AND TREGARE

A Berkley Book / published by arrangement with the author

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\cPRELUDE

\cIN the 21st century, the United Energy and Transport conglomerate is the most powerful

government on Earth. Beginning with control of North America, UET has begun to expand its reign,

not only on the planet but out to star colonies.

UET did not develop star travel. When the alien Shrakken visited Earth they were slain by

treachery; UET's labs copied the captured ship and began the exploration of interstellar space.

Not all their ships return: dissidents speak of Escaped Ships and the rebel colonies known as

Hidden Worlds.

UET's rule is harsh. At the age of five, Rissa Kerguelen and her older brother Ivan Marchant are

consigned to a Total Welfare Center, after their parents were murdered by UET's Committee Police.

Basically, Total Welfare is slavery with UET as the slaveowner. Eleven years later, by a quirky

backlash of a Welfare supervisor's corruption, the man buying Official lottery tickets with

Clients' money, she is not only freed but made rich. Escaping to Argentina, she undergoes survival

training at the Establishment of Erika Hulzein; then, in disguise, she buys her way off of Earth.

At the minor UET colony world Far Corner she makes contact with a Hulzein agent

and secures passage on the ship Inconnu, for the Hidden World called Number One.

Inconnu is the only armed ship ever to Escape; its captain, Bran Tregare, is called pirate and

suspected of worse things; his behavior is arbitrary and arrogant. The battle of wills between him

and Rissa ends short of affection but with mutual respect.

Arriving at Number One, Rissa falls afoul of the Provost, one Stagon dal Nardo, but finds haven

at Hulzein Lodge, property of Erika Hulzein's younger sister Liesel and of Liesel's husband

Hawkman Morey. Their daughter Sparline is also in residence. Rissa learns that Tregare the pirate

is the son of Liesel and Hawkman, estranged from his family and embittered that, when they

enrolled him (at age 13) in "the Slaughterhouse", UET's Space Academy, they were unable to rescue

him from that grim environment.

Rissa Kerguelen, product of Erika Hulzein's survival training, has little option but to accept a

death-duel with Stagon dal Nardo. By her choice, both fight weaponless and nude. The man is twice

her weight and inflicts painful injuries to her, but Rissa kills him. Dazed, she accepts Sparline

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Moray's word that it is necessary, for "political reasons," to marry an unnamed man-but even

though he is masked, she recognizes Bran Tregare. She accepts the marriage.

Hulzeins never make any move that serves only one purpose. Rissa has made a bet, with a slightly

shady business tycoon named Alsen Bleeker, on her survival in the duel with dal Nardo. The bet is

for ten million Weltmarks (from "welt," the Deutscher word for "world"), five of Rissa's and five

of Liesel Hulzein's. But that bet is still to be collected.

Rissa is still playing her disguised role under the name of Tan Obrigo. Only the Hulzeins know

her true identity.

\cRissa and Tregare

\cSEATED, looking to his wife Rissa and his mother Liesel, Bran Tregare said, "Where's Hawkman

and Sparline? Something I want to explain."

"Busy elsewhere," said Liesel. "They'll be calling in sometime this day. Why not tell me, and

I'll pass it along?"

"All right-it's this. Rissa told you I've been slave trading." He raised a hand. "No, don't

blame her-from what she heard, I was. But the whole story..."

When he had told it, Liesel grinned. "A good Samaritan, at a profit. You relieve my mind-on both

counts. Hawkman and Sparline will like hearing this, too."

"I notice you didn't ask me about it."

"Anything you want me to know, I expect you'll tell me." She turned to Rissa. "Now, then-first,

are you in good enough shape to go collect your bet from Bleeker?"

"I suppose so-but is there any hurry about it?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. I don't know how much longer-well, never mind that, for now. And are

you fit to drive an air-car?"

Before she could answer, Tregare said, "No need for that. I'l1 take her."

"You think she's still in danger?" "After yesterday? Peace, no! I have my own reasons."

Liesel nodded. "Good ones, I'm sure. All right-Rissa, when Bleeker tries to stall you, and he

will-he can't help himself just now-there's something I want you to do. You don't have to-the

bet's all in your name though I covered half of it-but if you don't, it's a great waste." Her

eyebrows rose.

"Of course-I knew the bet was part of a larger plan. Tell me what you wish."

Liesel explained. "You understand it?" Rissa nodded. "Just don't let him talk you out of any

part of it."

"Bleeker? He could not talk me out of a mud puddle, if I wished to stand in it!"

A laugh. "No, I suppose not. Well, then-ready to go?"

"I must go up for a jacket, and of course I do not have the Tari Obrigo accessories applied yet-

Tregare rose. "I'll get the jacket-the green one all right? For the rest-you won't have to

thumbprint anything, and the shape your face is in, pardon my saying so, nobody's going to notice

any details you can't hide with sun goggles." He turned to leave.

"AH right, but bring a cap. The fuzzy one, that matches the jacket-so I can tuck my hair up

under it."

"Done." She heard his steps, running upstairs, then a pause and more fast clatter as he

descended and returned. "Here you are."

As Rissa arranged her appearance, Liesel said, "Call me if anything unforeseen happens.

Otherwise, I'll expect you in a few hours."

"Yes. Tregare? I am ready now."

THEY rode in silence. Rissa, thinking only of Liesel's instructions and what they implied, did

not ask Tregare's thoughts. He landed alongside Bleeker's building and they proceeded to the fifth

floor.

This time the receptionist said, "Ms. Obrigo? Mr. Bleeker was not expecting you so soon. He-"

"I am sure he will be pleased to see how quickly I have recovered." As before, she did not

pause, but walked in to confront Bleeker unannounced. Tregare followed; in a side glance she saw

him suppress a smile.

Behind his desk, Bleeker rose. "Ms. Obrigo! I-" Then; "Tregare! Look, man-I didn't know! You

can't-"

Tregare waved a hand. "My wife's business comes first. Get on with it."

Bleeker sat slowly and looked at Rissa. "I didn't expect you today."

"As I told you before, I imagine many things happen, that you do not expect. At any rate I am

here-for my ten million Weltmarks."

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"But-" Bleeker shook his head. "I don't have-I don't have time right now. An appointment-it's

urgent-I must go-"

"In less time than you have already wasted, you can prepare the necessary certificate. If your

appointment is indeed urgent, I suggest you do so-for until you do, you will not leave this room."

Unspeaking, Bleeker looked to one side, then the other, as if seeking an answer. Rissa answered

for him. "What you mean, Bleeker, is that you cannot raise the money within five days. Correct?"

"That devil! She has me stretched thin as kite string. Tied up here, tied up there-how did she

do it? It all seemed to be working. Now-"

"Now to pay me would cost you twice the bet in forced liquidations. Is that true?"

His brow wrinkled. "Not that much-but crucial holdings, control-oh, never mind. I can't pay you

today, and that's all there is to it."

"Is it, now?" She paused. "Tell me-what happens to your shaky financial structure when I

announce on public view-screen that you have welshed on a recorded, bonded wager?"

"You can't!"

"If it is true, I certainly can. Write me the certificate."

"You'll ruin me!"

"If you are ruined, it is through your own greed and poor judgment. But... perhaps you are not."

His eyes narrowed. "What are you up to?"

"This bet-it is not large, is it, in comparison to your overall holdings?"

"No-of course not. It's just that everything's tied up."

"Then you have no difficulty. Write-and immediately, before leaving this room, I will exercise

my option to convert the certificate into twelve million in shares of your interests. You will

lose a sliver of your frozen moneys instead of having to liquidate much more under harsh

circumstances." He hesitated; she pitched her voice to ring. "Write! Or I leave and have it

announced that you welshed."

Sweating, he nodded and obeyed. "There. Are you satisfied?"

"To this point, yes. Let us get on with the conversion."

"Of course. Let me see-I can let you have three million in shares of the spaceport warehouse

complex, two in water-borne transport, and-"

"Oh, no! It is my choice, Sleeker. You know that; do not deny it." She heard Tregare chuckle-now

she would set the hook.

"What do you want?"

"The entire twelve million in shares-voting shares-of the parent company, Bleeker, Ltd."

"Control! You-she-that's what you're after." He scribbled on a pad, then laughed. "Well, you

won't get it."

"You are breaking our agreement?"

He shook his head. "Of course not. Your twelve million won't swing it, that's all. Not with-I'll

have to retrench, once this squeeze is off, but-now if I'd bet fifteen the way you wanted, I'd be

in tight. No, you get your shares. The market price is-let me see-" He punched viewscreen buttons

for data. "Here-come look for yourself. Will you take conversion as of now?"

She moved and stood beside him, watching. The quotation gained a fraction, held there a few

seconds, then dropped back to the original value. Perhaps half a minute she watched, and it did

not change again. "All right. Two-thirty-nine it is. Fifty thousand shares and a little over."

Then; "No, wait-I will convert also the half-million you paid me earlier. So that will be-fifty-

two thousand, seven hundred twenty shares-less eighty Weltmarks, which I shall pay you in cash."

He looked at her, then punched the figures into his desk

calculator. "You're right. Let's see the eighty."

When the transaction was completed, she put the share certificates in her shoulder bag. "Thank

you, Bleeker. Dealing with you has been ... interesting."

"Yes, I'm sure." His shoulders sagged. "Is there anything else?"

Tregare spoke. "A while ago you were bloody anxious to talk with me. I'm still here."

"Why-I'd forgotten! Look-at the port, that was just a business thing. If I'd known who you were-

Tregare, you got away with my goods at the price you intended. Can't you let it go at that? So

many difficulties-"

"Our little argument? Is that what worried you? Bleeker, that's garbage out the airlock-forget

it. Just don't let me catch you trying it again, is all."

"You mean that? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tari's business had priority-I didn't want to distract you." And this time it was Rissa who had

to hide her amusement. Bleeker did not answer. Tregare said, "Well, good day to you," and they

left.

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NOT until he had the aircar at cruising altitude did either speak. Then he said, "I wish we had

that scene recorded, for Liesel. Granted, she gave you the bones of it-but Rissa!-the way you

improvised!"

"And it was most helpful, Bran-the way you refrained from distracting Bleeker." They laughed

together. "We work well in concert, do we not?"

He reached to squeeze her shoulder. "Yes. I should have you with me on Inconnu-but you'll do

better for yourself here."

She turned to him. "Bran! What kind of marriage is that- to sit and grow old while you are gone?

I will go with you. I-"

"Not this time-maybe later. And no point in talking, now -I don't know my own plans yet. When I

do, then we'll talk."

She made no answer; if he wanted silence, he could have it. Sidelong, she saw him turn to watch

her occasionally, but he said nothing. Then it was time to land; still silent, they entered

the Lodge and went to Liesel's office.

"Well! You two look as if you lost the argument. What happened? Did Bleeker have an extra string

to his kite after all?"

Rissa shook her head. "No, nothing like that. It is merely that Bran and I-no, never mind. Here

is the paper for the shares you wished me to obtain. Give me the proper form and I will sign your

part over to you as agreed."

"Then it went according to plan?"

"You should have been there," Tregare said. "When she pulled his string tight, I thought he'd

melt down to a puddle!"

"But," said Rissa, "if it was control you wanted, we did not succeed. Bleeker thought of that,

scribbled a few figures, then laughed and said he could safely part with these shares. I am sorry,

Liesel, but I did carry out your plan."

Liesel's palm slapped the desk; she grinned. "You did enough-Bleeker's wrong. Assuming you vote

with us, we have control-he'll find that out at his next board meeting." She looked at Rissa. "You

don't understand? Ever hear of sleeper dummies? A lot of my stock's been voting Bleeker's way, up

to now, to keep him off guard until I could grab the decisive block without his knowing."

She nodded. "No, Rissa-you didn't fail. Bleeker's about to go down the drain."

"What will happen to him?"

"He'll just have to face the fact that he's working for us now. He may even gain by it,

financially-he's a rotten manager, Bleeker is-if I hadn't put him under, someone else would have.

We just got there first. But if he can follow instructions he'll be all right."

Rissa frowned. "Do you consider him a dependable employee? He is too easily confused."

"He won't be making decisions without our approval. But we need him as a figurehead, nominally

still an oligarch, to use his vote in Council." She smiled. "That makes seven in direct control,

not counting allies. We're getting there..."

Rissa stared. "You intend to control the entire planet?"

"That bothers you?"

"No-if anyone can, it would be you, I think. You are capable-even ruthless-yet not cruel. And

without direction,

\r7

\rthis world will tear itself apart, as Earth was doing when I left it."

"Yes-that's about how I see it. But there'll be hell to pay when some get their first sniff of

what I'm up to. Right now, everyone suspects everyone else, so I'm covered. But if I make a

definite move too soon-crash landing! They'd gang up."

Tregare said, "Liesel, we need to talk, you and I. Not just now-but it takes me that your plans

and mine, rubbed together, might strike a spark or two."

"Your plans? Yes-I've been curious, but you keep your kite on a short string. Sure-we'll talk.

Anytime you like."

Rissa stood. "Talk now, if you wish. I will go and rest."

"Here-I'll go with you," said Tregare.

"No. Not now-and not tonight. I will manage by myself."

"What the hell-" But leaving, Rissa did not answer Liesel. Upstairs, she thought this was the

closest to sulks that she had had for years. Childish? Perhaps. Reaction from the duel, or -she

pursued the thought no further. Closing the mind-compartment that held Bran Tregare, she lay down

and, without undressing, slept.

THE sound of a landing aircar woke her. Outside, shadows lengthened and sunset neared. Lying

quietly she searched her feelings and found herself relaxed, the tensions gone. All right -she

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would go to dinner and behave to Tregare with friendship; certainly he had earned that much. And

if she were patient, perhaps he would explain ...

She bathed and dressed, curled her hair in the Tan Obrigo fashion, and pinned all but the

backfall into a topknot cluster. She had soaked the bandage off her cheek; the cut was closed and

makeup disguised it well enough. The swelling at her eye, she decided, added such grotesquerie

that it would be a shame to tamper with its coloring. She smiled into the mirror and turned to go

downstairs.

AT a table set for five, she found only Sparline and Tregare. They broke off conversation;

Sparline said, "You know what, Rissa? Bran and I figured it out-he used to be a year the older

of us, but now he's traveled so much more, he's a year or two younger!"

Tregare grinned; suddenly his cheek tattoo seemed out of place. "That's as close as we can

calculate," he said. "My early trips with UET, I don't have exact data."

To Rissa, the lines at his eyes spelled anxiety. She smiled and said, "Relativity makes strange

agemates, does it not? Yes, I suppose you two-separated for so long-have found much to discuss and

compare."

Sparline laughed. "Oh, yes! And it's so good-after all the grim stories we'd heard-to find that

the ogre Tregare is still my brother Bran!"

His finger pushed the tip of her nose. "Hey-remember how I used to do that when you got

stubborn, to make you laugh? You were four, maybe," Then he sobered. "But the ogre's not all make-

believe. I've done things you wouldn't like to hear."

"Haven't we all?" She spoke quietly. "Life here-it's no maypole dance. But to be harsh when you

don't need to- that's not only cruel, but foolish. So we don't-and I bet you don't, either."

After a pause, he said, "Funny thing about need-it's what you think it is. I've been rougher at

times than might have been strictly necessary, to impress some folks who thought Tregare was maybe

a soft touch. Well, Tregare wasn't."

"I would imagine," said Rissa, "that you averted much trouble. As to whether your harshness was

justified, I was not present."

"Yeah. Well, UET taught me the iron-fist trick; it took a while to learn that easier ways work,

too. I'm still learning."

Rissa touched his hand. "So are we all-to stop learning is to stop living. I am not at all

prepared for that, so soon."

"You're telling me something," he said, "but I'm not sure what."

"Neither am I-except that this afternoon I spoke in anger, and I wish to retract what I said. If

you would like, again, the unrewarding role of simply helping me to keep warm ..."

Sparline's laugh rang. "Now that's a polite way to say you're still too sore to spread for

pleasure! Your answer, Bran?"

He scowled. "You know our history. Husband or no, it's

\r9

\rfitting that bed games, now, wait on her decision." He slanted an eyebrow. "Of course, if she

takes too long, I can help myself elsewhere."

Sidelong, he looked at Rissa. She said, "What you do outside our bed is your concern-as what I

do is mine. Need we belabor the point?"

Sparline, hands to face, shook with laughter. Then, "Bran -if you haven't learned yet not to

bait this one, you're slow."

She looked at Tregare; he smiled. "Given time enough, I think we'll make a good match."

Liesel and Hawkman entered from one door, food-laden servitors from another. Between seating and

greetings and serving, a new conversation began-skipping, as they ate, from one subject to

another. Tregare recapitulated the Sleeker interview; Hawkman, laughing, slapped the table hard

enough to upset his wine. Rissa only partially understood the talk of how to consolidate the Windy

Lakes situation after Fenner-abilis' withdrawal. Even less could she follow Tregare's cryptic

mentions of other Escaped Ships. "I'll know in a few weeks what's realistic to plan for, and what

isn't," he said.

Before Rissa could frame a question, Liesel spoke to her. "I've got a figure on your share from

dal Nardo-nearly thirty million. With the rest, it's as I said; you're well up in the

middle'oligarchal ranks. If you don't mind discussing it now, I've got some ideas to sell you-how

to invest as much as you choose, here, to benefit the whole family interest. All right?"

"Of course. Liesel, you need not be a salesperson to me. Tell me your wishes, and I will see

how'far I can agree with you."

Liesel rubbed her forehead. "Black eye and all, you look so baby-face young I keep forgetting

you trained with Erika. All right-Bleeker's warehouse complex that he tried to fob off as part of

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the bet. The way he runs it, he's losing money. But look-" With stylus on paper she sketched

rapidly. "Here's the way he has it set up. You see?"

"Yes. His routings. Here-and here-blockages, and much time wasted." She pointed. "Is this

building of importance?"

"No-a catchall for things he buys and can't sell."

"Then remove it, contents and all, at salvage prices." She took the stylus and sketched new

routings. Brow wrinkled, muttering, she corrected her first efforts. "... smooth flow

.. . separate access in and out from dockside ... a gate here, to do the same for the spaceport.

. . load in and out without undue delay..."

Liesel waved a hand. "Enough-you see it perfectly. Now, then-you'll take it?" Rissa nodded. "All

right; let me do the dickering, though-I can do it quicker than I could coach you on the details."

She brought out another paper. "Now, then-"

With elaborate ostentation, Tregare yawned. "Liesel, with all due respect, you'd stop in mid-

fuck to modify a contract. Enough of business, I say! Who votes with me?"

Laughter answered him, and Hawkman said, "If your mother's not insulted-and I see she isn't-I'll

forgive your underestimation of me. And you have my vote!"

Sparline lit a drugstick. "Shall we relax, then?" Each, except Rissa, took one. She thought,

then shook her head.

"I am still tuned to utilize tension for survival. In a few days, perhaps, but not now." She

watched the euphoria take them, and knew their time-senses were expanding as hers had done under

adrenaline shock. But it is so different, she thought-the one time-dilation so diffuse and

relaxed, the other so tense and concentrated. In her own way she, too, relaxed, and enjoyed the

vague strands of conversation as the others went deeper into pleasant drug-hazed introversion.

When, much later, the group dispersed, she steadied Tregare's path to the stairs and up them.

Drug or no drug, she thought, if necessary, he could act. But here there was no need. She helped

him out of clothing and into bed, and fell asleep against his warmth.

NEXT morning, she woke first. Seeing that Tregare still slept heavily, she did not wake him as

she dressed and prepared for the day. Downstairs she found Liesel with papers, some coffee-

stained, spread among her breakfast debris.

"Morning, Rissa. Sit here; clear yourself a space. Just shuffle that stack together; my clerk

can sort them later."

"Good morning." But Liesel's attention was back to her work. Not until Rissa had been served her

breakfast and eaten it, and was thinking of taking coffee to Tregare as a wake-up bonus, did

Liesel speak again.

\r11

\r"The warehouses-I'll offer six, and eight is tops. All right?"

"You know the values; I do not. Liesel, something bothers me. Even with the poor routing, that

complex should make a profit. Tell me-how does Bleeker base his charges?"

Liesel shoved papers at her. "Look it over. If you see any changes to make, note them down." And

she went back to her own chores, reading, muttering, marking and underlining in red slashes.

Rissa puzzled at the tariff sheets; finally she saw what was wrong. Depending on weight and

bulk, storage was charged by a flat daily rate. ". . . nothing separate for loading in and out,

and that is where his costs are greatest." The charges were disproportionate, with longer-storage

items paying far more than their fair share.

She wrote. A base fee for having a given weight and bulk on the premises at all. Then-she was

surprised at how much the daily rates could be reduced-longer storage, which meant less work and

more profit, would become considerably more attractive. Finished, she handed the sheets back to

Liesel and waited.

After a moment, the older woman nodded. "You've caught it-except one point you couldn't know.

Only about a tenth of what Bleeker stores rates special security. But the damn fool installed and

maintains it for the whole complex."

"I see. We cut costs by maintaining the extra precautions only where needed, and sell the excess

equipment-cheaper than new, but not by much-as demand arises."

"I was hoping you'd see that one. Now, then-here's a list of things you could invest in or buy

outright. For instance-"

As the talk continued, Rissa approved most items. When she demurred, it was on the grounds that

the enterprise was outside her field of knowledge. Until they came to the question of land, Liesel

agreed, but that matter she refused to pass.

"No. To be taken seriously, Rissa, you've got to have some. And this peninsula's ideal. It's

Fennerabilis' last toehold near Windy Lakes, distant from his other areas; he'll be glad to sell."

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