‘Why, an end to the nova war that threatens us all, of course.’

‘A war you started, Trader. A war the Shoal is losing, last I heard.’

‘The Hegemony desires a return to the peace we maintained for many tens of thousands of years, and I intend to facilitate it.’

‘Why me, Trader? If you’ve got access to all this amazing firepower, why not just take it for yourself?’

‘Because your Magi-mediated implants are ideal for their operation,’ he replied. ‘And you have proven yourself admiringly adaptable and even, dare I say it, strikingly callous in the heat of battle. It provokes a sense of admiration on my part that I would not normally experience in regard to a member of such a thoroughly retrograde and self-destructive species as your own. With an adequately equipped expedition, we could drive to the heart of the Emissary empire and still it for ever.’

Dakota shook her head. ‘Here’s what we’re going to do, Trader. You’ll give me access to whatever weapons the Meridians left here. Then I’m going back home to help out there in any way I can. Then, if I can’t think of any other solution, I’ll come back to you. Maybe. But I can tell you right now, nobody’s going to take part in some kind of long-range expedition if they think you’re involved.’

‘And yet, without my knowledge of how to operate the Mos Hadroch, it’s of no use to you. I fear this places you in an impasse.’

‘I guess we’ll have to see about that,’ Dakota replied coldly.

Trader was silent for a moment, his manipulators twisting themselves into knots. ‘There is one more matter which we have not yet discussed,’ he said finally.

‘Go on.’

‘You set Hugh Moss on my trail. He dogs me even now. I have recourse to no other superluminal craft, and his urge to destroy me has not faded. He is a hindrance to our aims. And if he were to kill me, the path to peace would be eradicated for ever.’

‘Not if you told me everything you know,’ she said with a smile. ‘If you really wanted peace rather than just to save your own skin, you’d do it immediately.’

‘How well you know me, Miss Merrick,’ he replied, his manipulators angrily thrashing the water under his belly. ‘But it changes nothing. You will need my help, and we will need to journey together a long, long way. But as long as Hugh Moss is alive, he will seek to kill me.’

‘So what the hell does that matter to me?’

‘I have intelligence that currently puts him on Derinkuyu, a Skelite world close to the Consortium’s borders.’

‘No.’ She turned away and walked back towards the submersible. ‘I won’t help you, Trader. Not after everything you’ve done. I’ll find some other way.’