"C. J. Cherryh - Chanur 02 - Chanur's Venture" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cherryh C J)

"Snatch the trade, what else? What route you been running?"
"You take him, a?"
"You brought him here. Friend. It's all yours. So's the lawsuit. You explain it
to the stsho!"
"Got trade, Pyanfar-"
"And get embargoed? Gods rot, you earless lunatic! You try to do for the rest of
my business? The stsho--"
"Pyanfar." He took her by both shoulders. "Pyanfar. I tell you, one paper this
human got, he read for you this paper. They send him, this humanity. They got
trade. Big business, maybe much big thing the Compact ever see. You got share."
She drew a deep, long, mahe-flavored breath. "Favors, Goldtooth?"
"A," he laughed, and hugged her shoulder with bone-crushing force. "Promise,
hani. I make promise, keep. Got business. Got go. You take this human. Don't I
make promise you get share human trade? I keep. This human come to me, I find my
old friend Pyanfar for him. You want share, you take. But you got do this
thing."
"Now we get to it. Why?"
"Got business. Got go fix."
"Got business -- How'd you get here? How'd you just happen to pull in on my
tail?"
"Know you come, old friend. I lie off and wait."
"How'd you know? I didn't, till the papers cleared at Kura."
"Got contacts. Know you got that stsho business clear. So you come here soon."
"Gods rot your hide, mahe. That's a lie."
Dark eyes glittered, shifted. "Say then I follow you from Urtur."
"With him? Out of mahen space? No way, egg-sucker. How'd you arrange it?"
The hand dropped from her shoulder. "You sharp dealer, hani."
"What say instead the stsho kept Mahijiru off Meetpoint docking lists. Say you
were here all along, blocked off the lists. Waiting for me."
"You got lot suspicion."
"I got gods-rotted plenty suspicion, you earless foundling bastard. Give me the
truth."
"Might say."
"Might say. Might say -- The stsho know he's here?"
"Know."
"Then who are you hiding from?" And on a second thought: "O gods!"
"Got kif trouble."
"Gods rot you, then you take him! You take this whole business and--"
"Good, brave friend. Kif spies already here. Han spies too. Got han deputy ship
in port. Know we meet. After this they got plenty curiosity. So you got risk
already, hani. Don't want profit too? Besides, you hurt his feeling. Hurt mine."

She stood still, a long, long time. Her claws flexed out. She drew them in, with
a long slow breath. "Gods rot your--"
"Give you fair deal, Pyanfar. Number one fine deal. Know you got troubles. You
got han trouble. You promise human trade, you don't got. Lose face. You got mate
troubles--"
"Shut up."
"I keep promise, Pyanfar. You want share profit, you got share risk."
"Share suicide. What you think I am?"