"Do you think we have much further to go, Basil?"
He shrugged.
"We'd never have come this far without you," she said, looking down at her scuffed boots. "You and Wocha and Takahashi."
"Maybe the Empire will send a rescue mission when we don't come back," he suggested.
"No doubt they will. But they can't find one little star in this immensity. Even thermocouples won't help, the Nebula diffuses radiation too much. And they'd be blundering into the same trap as we." Helena looked up. "No, Basil, we've got to fight our way clear alone."
There was a long stretch of thicket growing on the hillside. Donovan went along the right of it, cutting off view of the army. "You know," he said, "you and those boys down there make me feel a lot kinder toward the Empire."
"Thank you. Thank you. We—" She took his arm. "It's a question of unifying the human race, ultimately this whole region of stars, and—Oh!"
The beasts were suddenly there in front of them, lean black things which snarled with mouths of hunger. One of them circled toward the humans' flank, the other crouched. Donovan yanked his sword clear.
"Get behind me," he snapped, turning to face the approaching hunter.
"No—back to back—" Helena's own blade rasped from its sheath. She lifted a shout for help.