stop.â
Lutobo blinked, taken aback by Matherâs mild yet unmistakably firm reponse, and folded his hands behind his back, drawing himself up straighter.
âI apologize if I spoke a little hastily, Commodore,â he conceded. âHowever, Iâm afraid thereâs nothing you can do to make up for the delay. Aside from the fact that weâve already lost our chance at the new speed record this time out and my crew will forfeit their bonuses, I cannot risk my passengersâ comfort by making extra jumps, or by making scheduled ones too close together. The Gruening Lineâs reputation is built even more on passenger safety and comfort than it is on punctuality. My superiors would not support any action that endangered this reputation.â
Mather spread his hands in a conciliatory gesture. âI understand perfectly, Captain. However, it may be that I can assist your navigation staff to fine-tune a few of your scheduled jumps. It wonât get you your record, but we might at least make up for some of the lost time that way. Iâahâhave some acquaintance with the Margall-Seton drive.â
âI appreciate the offer, Commodore, butâwait a minute! You arenât that Seton, are you?â Lutobo blurted.
Mather grinned. âNo, but my aunt was. Seriously, Captain, Iâd like to help, if youâll let me.â
âWell, maybe we could manage toââ
But before he could say just what they might be able to manage, he was interrupted by one of the purserâs yeomen, who came hurrying into his line of sight with a look of concern on her usually controlled face.
âCaptain, thereâs been a disturbance up on the observation deck.â She glanced over her shoulder, with both menâs eyes automatically following the direction of her glance. âOne of the passengers went into some kind of hysterical fit and started making a scene. He managed to get several other passengers upset in the process, and the deck officer had to close the observation level.â
âWhat about the passenger?â Lutobo asked. âIs he all right?â
âThat I couldnât tell you, sir. It was one of the Aludran pilgrims. You know how private they are. His mate apparently took him in charge and they went back to their cabin, but someone from Medical Section probably ought to check on him. One of the other passengers said the Aludran was screaming something about demons.â
âDemons?â Lutobo said.
âHe probably saw one of my cats,â Mather muttered under his breath. âAs I recall, Aludran demons are green rather than blue, but other than that, they do look rather a lot like Lehr cats.â
Lutobo sighed. âI could have gone all day without hearing that, Commodore.â
âSorry, Captain.â
Lutobo shook his head wearily and rubbed at the nape of his neck. âWell, weâll have to continue our conversation at a later time, I suppose. Will you excuse me?â
âOf course, Captain.â
As Mather turned to go back up the ramp, where two more Rangers were bringing along the next cage, Lutobo followed the yeoman back to the purserâs desk.
âMister Diaz, how many Aludrans do we have aboard, this trip?â
The purser pushed a last folder onto the pile he had been building and shook his head. âOnly five or six, sir. Did you want a list of names?â
The captain snorted softly under his breath, then shook his head as well. âNever mind. Iâll have Doctor Shannon do it. I was going to stop by Medical Section anyway. This whole morning has given me a splitting headache.â
âSorry to hear that, sir.â The purser raised a hopeful eyebrow. âBut if youâre going to Medical Section anyway, would you take these medical records on the new passengers? Doctor Shannon will want to get them integrated into the files as soon as possible.â
With a shrug and a gesture of