Tyla shook her head dismally. “That won’t matter. The Hermes is a racing ship; the Honey B isn’t. Even with a two–hour headstart he’d pass us. Sora, how long will it take us to get from here to Huntworld?”
The astrogator made a quick mental calculation. “Roughly ten days.”
“And in that time, the Hermes could easily gain nine or ten hours on us—enough to put him well ahead. Unless Jusser is incredibly bad at finding an artifact—and we know he won’t be—he’ll beat us back to Huntworld.”
“Do you want to give up, then?” Bred asked.
Tyla’s face went red. “No! We keep on trying. Something will happen to help us, it always does. We will win. It’s my Destiny.”
As Bred lay on his couch, unsure what to do or say, Johnathan spoke up. “This Hunt means everything to you, doesn’t it, Tyla?”
“Damned
