Paddy turned, growled. The Kudthu took a step forward, loomed over him. Paddy moved to keep from being trampled.
At the entrance deck a row of Shauls stood with skin flaps distended, rigid as sails, eyes gleaming like tiny light bulbs.
The Kudthu clamped a great hand on Paddy's shoulder. "Stand back. Silence. Be reverent. The Shaul Son of Langtry."
The stillness reminded Paddy of the thick silence of a church during prayer. Then there came a rustle of cloth. An old Shaul with a withered cowl strode down the corridor. He wore a tunic of white cloth, a cuirass enamelled with the scarlet-and-black medallion of Shaul. Looking neither right nor left, he stepped through the port out into the crystal-domed boat. The port snapped shut with the suck of escaping air. The boat departed in a flicker of glass and metal. Twenty minutes passed without sound or movement. Paddy fidgeted, stretched, scratched his head.
A hiss, a scrape—and the port opened again. The Kudthu pushed Paddy. "Enter."
Paddy, given no choice, found himself in the space-car, which was piloted by a Shaul in a black uniform. Two Kudthu guards followed him into the boat. The port was closed, the boat drifted off into the black gulf, away from the bright heavy side of the ship.
"Now's the time," thought Paddy. "Knock out the two guards, throttle the pilot." He hunched forward, knotted the muscles of his back for a spring. Two great gray hands folded down his shoulders, clamping him on the seat. Paddy, turning his head, saw the blue satin puffballs, which were the eyes of the Kudthu guard, regarding him with suspicion. Paddy relaxed, looked off through the crystal dome.
He saw the Shaul ship a mile distant, then slightly farther out the Badau ship, with a blue and green medallion amidships—at various distances three other hulls. Dead ahead lay a tiny asteroid, lit along one surface by a high circle of luminous tube.
The boat landed on the asteroid, the port opened. Paddy, expecting the boat's air to rush out into airless space, tensed, gasped, made a warning gesture. Nothing of the sort occurred. There seemed to be an equal pressure of air outside.
The Kudthu thrust him out. He found himself walking to normal gravity, through the asteroid, a rock the shape of a man's foot, was hardly two hundred feet across its longest diameter. A gravity unit must be operating, surmised Paddy —somewhere on the underside of the rock.
Below the circle of bright tubing a floor of polished granite flags had been laid with a pattern of baroque pentagons inlaid in gold surrounding a large central star of bright red coral or cinnabar. Five heavy chairs faced inward toward a circular cockpit three feet in diameter, a foot deep.
The Shaul pilot said to Paddy, "Come." The Kudthu guards shoved. He set out angrily after the Shaul, followed him up onto the brightly lit circular platform and to the central cockpit. "Step down."
Paddy hesitated, gingerly looking into the opening. The Kudthu pushed him—willy-nilly, he stepped down. The Shaul stooped, there came the rattle of chain, a clank and a band encircled Paddy's ankle.
The Shaul said in a hurried voice, "You occupy a very exalted position. See that you bear yourself with respect. When one of the Sons speaks, repeat his words in the appropriate language to each of the other Sons—in clockwise order away from the speaker.
"Suppose the Shaul Son who sits in the chair yonder speaks, repeat his words first in Loristanese to the Son there" —he pointed—"then in Koton to the Son from Koto, then in Badaic to the Badau Son and in Pherasic to the Son from Alpheratz A. Do you understand?"
"Very well," said Paddy. "That much of it. What I wish to know is, after I complete my services, what then?"
The Shaul turned half away. "Never mind about that. I can assure you of unpleasantness if you conduct yourself improperly. We Shauls do not torture but the Eagles and the Kotons have no scruples whatever."
"None at all, indeed," said Paddy with conviction. "I went to Montras on Koto to a public torturing, and the bloodletting quite turned me against the devils. There's a city of hell, that Montras."
"Conduct yourself well, then," the Shaul told him. "They are more than ordinarily irascible, these five Sons. Speak loudly, correctly, and mind you, clockwise from the speaker, so there will be the most complete equality of place."
He sprang away from Paddy, ran to the boat, and the Kudthu guards lumbered after him.
CHAPTER V
Alone on the tiny world, Paddy searched the sky to see what had occasioned the haste. The five ships, about two miles distant, had drifted together into roughly parallel formation with their keels toward Paddy.
It was a rather a solemn sensation, alone and manacled to this bit of nameless rock, exposed like a victim on an altar. Paddy bent to examine his bonds. From the band clamped about his ankle a chain led to a staple in the stone. He tested it, heaving till the skin of his hands tore and his stomach muscles knotted, to no effect.
He stood erect once more, studied his surroundings. There was no bar within reach he might use as a lever, no fragment of rock to pound with. He was completely alone, unless someone were stationed on the far side of the little space-island. Craning his neck, he saw a concrete casement and a flight of steps leading down into the rock. Toward the gravity unit, thought Paddy, and maybe an air generator.
He heard a swish, a drone. He looked up to see a shining space-boat settling almost at his head. It touched the surface, the dome swung back. The five Sons of Langtry stepped out. Silently, in a formal line, they advanced to the platform, the gaunt Eagle of Alpheratz A at one end, then the butter-colored Loristanese with the flickering features, the Shaul with the mottled cowl, the saucer-eyed Koton and last the stocky Badau with the short legs and hump-head.
Paddy watched them approaching with hands on hips and a curled lip. He shook his head. "And to think their grandsires were all decent Earthers such as me. See 'em now, like the menagerie in Kensington Gardens."
From the rear of the boat came two others, giant Kudthus. By their purple skins Paddy knew them for the desexed, nearly mindless creatures produced by surgery and forced feeding. Huge muscular creatures they were, with tumescent red wattles like cocks.
They had been lobotomized to centralize their concentration and they moved like creatures in a hypnotic state. They took up posts at opposite ends of the asteroid, where they stood gigantic, quiet, blue puffball eyes fixed on Paddy.
The Sons of Langtry separated, took their seats. The Loristanese glanced at Paddy.
"An Earther this year," he observed cheerfully. "Occasionally they're good linguists. They and the Shauls make the best, I believe. But there are few Shaul criminals. I wonder what this rascal's done."
Paddy cocked his head, squinted balefully. Then deciding that his duties had begun, he bowed to the Koton, repeated the words in the Koton tongue, did likewise for the Badau, the Eagle and the Shaul. In the final sentence however at the word "rascal" he substituted the Koton word zhaktum, equivalent to "reckless fellow"—the Badaic laud, meaning "wellappointed knight" in the Robin Hood tradition—the Pherasic a-kao-ut, meaning "swift flyer"; the Shaul condosiir derived from the old Tuscan condottiere.
Then he waited solemnly, politely, for further words. The Loristanese brushed him with a swift glance and a muscle quivered on the yellow jowl but he made no comment.
The Alpheratz Eagle spoke. "There is little to concern us at this meeting. I have observed no noticeable fluctuation in trade volumes, and I see no need for military expansion. Last year's quotas should serve us well."
Paddy translated around the circle. There was a general attitude of agreement.
The Badau said, "I have several petitions to be considered. First from Conopus Four—they want four drives for the purpose of transporting supplies and produce to and from one of their moons which they are using as a cattle range."
The Shaul said, "I have a similar petition. My agents report that of their allotted sixteen drives they have destroyed five, presumably through experimentation in their laboratories, attempting to discover the manifolding process. I speak agai
nst the request."
After a few further remarks the petition was denied.
The Badau said, "The second is from a private individual, a non-anthropoid of the Neonomian type. He proposes to circumnavigate space. His plan is to seal himself in a ship, set forth and continue as far and as fast as possible until either he returns or dies."
The petition was granted as being an interesting experiment and not likely to disturb the trade balances.
The Badau looked back to his notes. "Third, a petition from Earth. The natives request a hundred more units."
"A hundred!" barked the Koton.
The Shaul leaned back in his chair, grinned. "They have retreated slightly from their previous position. If I recall, for the last fifty years they have demanded unlimited access to the production.
"Slowly they are acquiring sense of the realities," rumbled the Badau.
The Loristanese said, "There has been only a small rise in the index. I believe one of their units was destroyed in a wreck. Four or five units have deteriorated to the point of uselessness. If we replace those particular units, I see little reason for further concessions."
Paddy licked his lips, translated to the Koton: "A small rise in the trade index has occurred. One of their units was destroyed in a wreck, five units have become useless. After replacing these units I see some slight reason for further concessions."
The Koton squared in his seat, turned his saucer eyes at Paddy. Paddy sucked in his breath. "Careful, lad," he told himself. "You're not dealing with the ignorant guards now." He turned to the Badau, aware of the Koton's cool stare.
"There has been only a slight rise in the trade index," said Paddy in Badaic. "They wrecked one unit, four others have deteriorated. If we replace these I see no reason for further concessions." And Paddy relaxed as the Koton turned his saucer eyes elsewhere. "A cold clammy feeling it gives a man," thought Paddy. "And they're the ones that invented the nerve suit, the big-eyed devils."
He finished the round of translations carefully. After a sight pause the votes came in against the Earth petition.
Three other petitions were voted upon. Then the five sat in a rather lengthy silence, ruminatively eyeing Paddy.
Bathed in the full flood of soft white light he felt naked and exposed. "Here I am," he muttered disgustedly. "Paddy Blackthorn, late of Skibbereen, County Cork, like a cod on a block. It's the smallest slab of rock in the universe I'm tied to with five unlikely creatures all fixing on the best way to serve up my corpse."
He looked up into the sky. The five ships hung parallel a few miles distant. "It's now time that the Holy Lord was reaching out to look after his own and I've been a good candle-burning Irishman my long life through."
The Shaul said, "Is there any suggestion as to new security regulations?"
The Eagle replied slowly, "A large voice on my planet favors wider dissemination of the secrets, or at least a public repository on each planet known to a responsible group. The argument, as always, assumes that a catastrophe wipes out the five of us simultaneously, whereupon the technique of manifolding space-drive would be lost."
The Koton said, "And as always the counter-argument is that five minds for one secret is already four more than necessary. A public repository could be looted by a sudden raid. Members of a committee could be kidnapped. Soon there would no longer be a secret. Space would be as full of ships as the Bathcani Sea is of redworms."
The Badau stroked his lump of a head. "My position as always has been that the smaller the extent of critical knowledge, the better. And even if we were all killed, the Bank of Loristan would make the hiding-places of the data known to our successors."
"Only after ten years," the Eagle said dourly. "Ten years of doubt and confusion."
"Perhaps," said the Shaul easily, "we could make public proclamation to the effect that in the event of catastrophe, the secret would automatically come to light. We need not mention the lapse of ten years, as that would focus attention on the Bank of Loristan. It's popular knowledge that ten years is the period of grace on unrenewed safe deposit boxes."
The Koton said dourly, "Why not entrust the data itself to the Bank of Loristan?"
The Shaul grinned. "There are several reasons why this would not be desirable. Assume this hypothetical catastrophe. Ten years and the mechanism of the Bank automatically ejects the lapsed boxes. There, before the eyes of a clerk, is the secret of space-drive. Secondly—"
"Your first reason is sufficient," said the Koton. "Perhaps the present system is the best."
"The mutual duplication of data protects us against loss of any one set," the Loristanese pointed out, "and the continuance of our mutual dependence."
The Shaul said abruptly, "Now as to the allocation for the five commercial units, eight hundred boat installations..."
One by one the Sons announced the needs of their worlds, and the total moved the Koton to grumble, "We shall be occupied three weeks on Akhabats activating the tubes."
"That is the function of our office," the Loristanese remarked.
"We'll be a week building a new manifold," said the Koton. "Some rascal of an Earther actually tunneled up into the shop, mark you. The fool threw the power switch and Akhabats is safe only because the main gang-bar had been removed for re-plating."
The Loristanese shrugged, and his fat yellow Jowls bounced. "Naturally the dials had been twisted. What could the idiot hope to achieve?"
The Shaul made an impatient motion. "Is there any further question as to schedules? If not—"
"We have completed our business," stated the Badau heavily. "Let us make the exchange and depart." He unstrapped a thin band from his wrist, passed it to the Eagle on his left, who in turn handed a similar band to the Shaul, who gave his to the Loristanese, who passed his to the Koton, who passed a band to the Badau.
The Badau grunted in satisfaction. "We are finished for another year, save for the month of toil on Akhabats."
Paddy made himself as inconspicuous as is possible for a man chained to the middle of a brightly-lit stone platform. They might be so engrossed in their talk as to leave him alone on the little world—which in any case would be equivalent to death, he thought glumly.
If the gravity unit were turned off, the air would puff off into the vacuum of space and he would strangle, blow up with the bends. No such luck, in any event. He felt the Koton's saucer eyes upon him as the five arose. The Koton motioned to the guards.
The Koton said, "Remove the prisoner from the platform, execute him."
Paddy said quizzically, "Would you like that translated, my Lord Koton?"
The Koton ignored him. Paddy watched the Kudthus approaching, purple-skinned giants in black leather uniforms. Either one would make three of him. Here came his death, thought Paddy. How would it be? By bullet—by the heavy Kudthu knives hanging at their belts—by the mere wringing of his neck in the big slab hands?
They towered over him with no more malice or hostility than a farmer selecting a chicken for the pot. One stooped with a key, fumbled at his chains, while the other took a grip on Paddy's shoulder. Paddy's heart was thudding, his throat was thick with sour-tasting fear. It was sad to die at the hands of strange careless things so far from Mother Earth.
His leg was free. In a desperate spasm Paddy sank to his knees, bit at the big Kudthu hand, grabbed the knife from the belt of the kneeling Kudthu, hacked at the other's legs. The grip loosened. Paddy broke free, sprang like a rabbit down from the platform. The Shaul brought forth a small hand-weapon, sighted, fired. Paddy veered and the shaft of flickering blue ions cut past his ear.
The Kudthus came lumbering after him, big faces without expression. Another shaft of radiation sizzled past him and he dodged frantically. His mind ran wild. He'd run and run and run to the end of the world. The end of the world was close. Where then? The space-boat? No, the Shaul stood near with his weapon. Where to go? Around the other side? They'd hunt him down.
The concrete casement yawned at his feet, a
dim-lit gap. There it was, a bolt-hole, where at least he could put his back to the wall, where they would not turn their guns for fear of disrupting the gravity ...
The gravity! Off with the gravity! Death to himself, death to all! Would it possibly be unguarded, vulnerable?
He flung down the steps four at a time, pulled by the increasingly strong gravitational field. He came to a little concrete-walled room. A black box ten feet long was mounted on skids with heavy leads running to a power bank. Paddy took a deep breath, plodded across the room, pulled the switch.
The power stopped, the field whisked off into nothingness. Paddy was weightless. A tremendous force pushed out Paddy's chest as if by an explosion inside him. Breath gushed up his throat, spewed out his mouth and he felt a quick distension in his legs, his arms, felt his ears pounding, his eyes bulging.
He pulled the switch, threw it back to full gravity. He was master on this little world, lord of life and death. Too late, he thought numbly—useless. The air had departed at the speed of sound and faster. It would return only at gravitational acceleration.
The vacuum would be nearly complete for an hour yet, while all on the little world died. But no—he felt the tingling at his skin slowly diminish, the throb of his throat lessen. He opened his mouth, gasped. Air—air in the little room at least, very rare yet, seepage from cracks, a film held by molecular attraction and the gravity of the asteroid itself, now concentrated around the gravity unit.
Paddy dragged himself up the stairs against the gravity, augmented as it was by his nearness to the unit. As he climbed he felt the atmosphere rapidly thinning. His head pounded in a near-vacuum as he peered over the casement. The Kudthus lay sprawled twenty feet distant in the dark pool of their hemorrhages. The five Sons of Langtry lay dead in a little clump around the boat. Paddy blinked, taken aback.
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