They found her, locked in an officer's cabin for which, on this short-handed trip, there was no officer. She was still bound and gagged. From the look she gave them Trehearne thought she would have killed them both if she had the power. He freed her. She sat up on the bunk, rubbing her wrists. Two red marks ran from the corners of her mouth across her white cheeks where the gag had rubbed. It gave her a comical expression, like the mask of a clown. There was nothing comical about her eyes. She did not speak. Trehearne said awkwardly, "Shairn, I'm sorry about all this. But you might as well make the best of it now you're here." Still she did not speak. She only sat and looked at him. Edri said, "Come on, Shairn. A glass of wine will do you good." She ignored him. Silence and the green deadly eyes, fixed on Trehearne. He went to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Be reasonable, Shairn. I know how you feel but none of it was done with intent. And we're all your friends, whether you agree with us or not." He jerked back but not quite in time. Her claws raked his cheek. He stepped away. She sat motionless and said not one word. Trehearne swung on his heel and went out. Edri came after him and locked the door. "Perhaps Joris can talk to her," he said. His tone did not hold much hope. "Oh, she'll come out of it," said Trehearne. "Nobody can stay that mad forever." Edri shook his head. "I've known her longer than you have. I wouldn't count on it." The intercom boomed over their heads--Joris calling from the bridge. "Edri--will you and Trehearne step up here? The bad news is starting to come in." Communications was just abaft the bridge. Joris had relinquished the controls to the Second and was standing in the cramped space behind the operator, listening intently to the thin metallic voice that came from the ultra-wave receiver. "_Channel One--Alert. All ships in Sector M29 ... request radar confirmation on ship believed on course as follows._..." "Port radar base would have got our coordinates at take-off, of course," said Joris. "They're just making sure." "Listen," said Edri. The metallic voice finished repeating the coordinates. It went on, "_All ships will identify immediately when challenged. All ships will identify._..." "Cruisers," said Edri. Joris frowned. "They could man at least one in a hurry. I told you we'd need a head start." He returned to the bridge to inspect the dials and order the generators stepped up. "We'll have to reach acceleration peak in half the normal time or we might as well have stayed on Llyrdis. I'm going to see what radar has turned up."