by E. C. Tubb
"Like hell you do!"
She cried out as his knife flashed, cut, the material of her blouse falling apart to reveal high, full breasts held and molded by delicate fabric. He cut again and drew the severed band from around her waist. A thin belt, barely an inch wide. Metal showed at the cut ends.
"A signal beacon." Dumarest threw it to one side. "You knew help would be coming. That's why you insisted on waiting. But you're a bad actress, Iduna. You can't pretend what you don't feel. And you can't mask what you do feel. That's what made me certain."
Her recoiling when he had touched her, her expression when he had described their future, the deliberate crudity and detailed anticipation.
"And Chaque?"
"He was an animal," she snapped. "He wanted to use me."
"And you suffered him. You had no choice. Why, Iduna? Did the Cyclan promise to heal your brother? Was Jalch that important to you?"
"He was insane! A fool!"
A man who, incredibly, had been right, but Dumarest didn't mention that. Nor the kiss she had given him, the proof that she sometimes could act.
"What then?" he urged. "To give you the body of a man?" He caught the betraying flicker of her eyes. "So that was it. To rid you of the female flesh you wear. The body you hate. A pity, you could be beautiful."
"Beautiful!" She almost spat, her face ugly, distorted by anger. "A thing to be used by men for their own, selfish pleasure. God, why was I born a woman? I can do anything a man can do, and do it better than most. Yet because I have this-" her hands touched her naked body, "I am considered to be an amusing novelty. A toy. Can you guess what it is like to hate what you are? I would do anything, anything to be a man."
She was insane, he realized, like her brother obsessed. Yet, where he had been proven right she was demonstrably wrong. Her conviction of inferiority was a product of the paranoia which had turned her into a sexual cripple.
He said, cruelly, "Are you so sure they can deliver what they promised?"
"What?" Iduna glanced to where the cyber stood, tall, impassive, the acolyte watchful at his side. "They must! They will!"
"Why should they? Yon heard what Hsi said about Leon, the boy was expendable. And, now, so are you. You've done your job, guided him to me. From now on, you are unnecessary."
His voice was a hammer beating at the weak fabric of her mind, feeding the paranoia she shared with Jalch.
"Can't you see they have used you? Promised more than they can deliver? Played on your weakness? You will never be a man, Iduna. The life you hoped for is a dream."
"No!"
"Tell her, Hsi. Be honest. A cyber has no need to lie. You can't do what she wants and you know it. Tell her!"
Hsi said, evenly, "The thing can be done given time. You know that."
"Time?" Iduna faced him, taking a step forward, madness in her eyes. An animal poised and tense, ready to spring, to tear and kill. "You lied," she said thickly. "Damn you-you lied!"
"Ega!"
The acolyte fired as she sprang, the beam of the laser hitting her between the eyes, searing a hole through skin, flesh and bone into the brain beneath. One shot and then the acolyte was falling too, equally dead, the hilt of Dumarest's thrown knife a red-rimmed protrusion in the socket of an eye.
"Earl! No!"
Dumarest ignored Usdon's shout. As the blade left his hand he sprang, hand lifted, stiffened, falling to slam against the cyber's temple. As the man slumped he tore at the wide sleeves of the robe, ripped free the laser he had known would be there.
"You've killed him!" Vestaler stared his horror, shocked by the sudden death which had entered the chamber. "The valley!"
"He isn't dead. Now fetch Odo and hurry!"
* * * * *
His stirred, sitting upright on the table on which he had fallen. The blow had barely stunned, and he felt no pain from the bruised flesh. For a moment he remained silent, looking at the two dead figures, at Dumarest now alone in the chamber.
"That was unnecessary," he said. "You would not have been harmed."
"No?"
"Your life is important to us, as you must know."
"My life, yes," admitted Dumarest. "But your definition of harm and mine are not the same. You could have burned my legs, my arms. Because my brain would remain undamaged, to you there would have been no harm. My brain and the knowledge it contains."
"Knowledge we must have. It is ours, stolen from the Cyclan. The affinity twin was developed in our laboratory."
"Old history," said Dumarest. "Possession, now, is all that counts. I have it and you do not. That makes me the master."
"A fool. Give us the correct sequence of the fifteen units and you will be rewarded. That I promise."
"Money, a place in which to live, luxury, good food, men to obey me, security-for how long? No, Hsi. We both know that I remain alive only because you need me. Once you have the secret, I will follow others. Derai," said Dumarest bitterly. "Kalin, Lallia-I have reason to hate the Cyclan."
Hate, an emotion unknown to the cyber as were all others. Love, fear, pity, greed, ambition, hope-all things which weakened lesser men.
"Mistakes have been made," admitted Hsi. "You were an unknown factor incorrectly assessed. Those who failed have paid the penalty. But I shall not fail. I have you and you cannot escape."
"No?"
"You cannot kill me, your concern for the inhabitants of this valley prevents you. You cannot escape- my raft will respond only to my personal control. You could cripple me, but what will that serve? No, Dumarest, for you this is the end. The very people you protect will hold you prisoner in order to save their lives. Logic, surely, dictates that you accept the inevitable."
The summation of known facts which, to the cyber, led to only one conclusion. Dumarest would not kill, he could not run, he could only wait. Soon now he would be held in a secret laboratory, his brain probed, the essential sequence of the units discovered.
"Logic," said Dumarest. "The cold calculations of a mechanical mind. Well, perhaps you are right. We shall see."
He moved down the chamber, turning, fumbling beneath his tunic, fingers busy at his belt. When he turned, he held something in his hand. A small metal tube, the walls thick, strong.
"The affinity twin," he said. "You wanted it-yon may have it."
"The sequence-"
"Is something else." Dumarest raised his voice. "Odo?"
He stumbled as he entered the chamber, Vestaler at his side, Usdon at his rear. Catching his balance to stand, he was drooling, eyes blank as he looked at the dead.
"Odo want," he mumbled. "Give Odo something nice."
Dried fruits which he stuffed into his mouth to stand chewing, spittle dribbling over his chin. Vestaler was uneasy.
"Earl, what do you intend to do? If you kill the cyber, we shall all die. If you do not-"
"He could have lied," said Usdon. "Did he?"
"No."
"Then, if he dies, we shall all be destroyed?"
"Yes."
"So it is in your interest that I be kept alive," said Hsi evenly. "More, that I be obeyed. Dumarest must be held fast, firmly bound and guarded. You will do that. He will be placed in my raft, together with men to watch him." He rose from where he sat at the end of the table. "I shall leave immediately."
Usdon glanced at Vestaler. "Master?"
"We have no choice," said Vestaler bitterly. "I am sorry, Earl, but we have to do as the cyber says."
Do as he had predicted, but the achievement was minor, the mental pleasure small.
Dumarest said, "Wait. There is another way."
"The valley-"
"Will not be harmed. That I promise." The metal tube parted in his hands, revealed two small syringes, one tipped with red, the other green. "Red," he said, showing it to Hsi. "The submissive half of the affinity twin."
"So?"
"You wanted it-here it is!"
Dumarest moved with a sudden release of energy, crossing the distance between them before
the other realized what he intended, the cyber's hand lifting, touching the syringe now buried in his neck.
"No! You-"
"Have solved the problem," said Dumarest harshly. "Think about it, cyber-if you can!"
If the man could still think at all. His intelligence was trapped by the biological unit now nestling at the base of his cortex, totally divorced from the control of his body, the machinery of his mind. Aware, perhaps, as if in a dream. Lost in a timeless limbo.
"He isn't dead," said Dumarest as the others moved towards him. "Think of him as a cup waiting to be filled." He moved again, this time towards Odo, the green syringe plunging into the idiot's flesh. A moment and it was done.
"Odo!" Vestaler looked at him, the limp body supported by Dumarest's arms. "I don't understand," he said blankly. "What has happened?"
"Odo is asleep," said Dumarest. "You must take good care of him. He can be fed, washed and kept warm, but he can do nothing for himself." He lowered the heavy body to the ground.
"And the cyber?"
Hsi looked at his hands. He turned them, peering, mouth open, slack in the skull-like contours of his face. His eyes were empty, vacuous, the blank windows of a deserted house. From his lips came a thin drone.
"Odo wants… give Odo… Odo good…"
The intelligence of the idiot now dominant in the body of the cyber. The transfer of ego which was the magic of the affinity twin. Dumarest handed him a scrap of dried fruit.
"What happened?" Usdon was baffled. "I saw-what happened?"
"They changed," said Vestaler. "The cyber became Odo. Is Odo. Earl!"
Dumarest caught the note of fear, recognized its cause.
"You have nothing to worry about," he said. "Hsi's body is alive and well. No signal will be sent and no retribution turned against you. I'll take him with me when I leave in his raft. The body of the acolyte will be dumped in the wilderness."
Dumped, but his robe retained. Wearing it Dumarest would accompany the apparent cyber to the city, take passage on a vessel, leave the pathetic creature on some far world. He would be found, taken care of-the Cyclan looked after its own.
But before that happened Dumarest would have vanished, moved on, losing himself in the infinity of space.
Vestaler said, dully, "And the Eye? The Eye of the Past? I suppose all you said about that was just a lie in order to escape."
"No," said Dumarest. "It wasn't wholly a lie."
* * * * *
He had left the idol in his room, going to fetch it, returning with it in his hand to the Alphanian Chamber where the others waited. For a long moment Dumarest looked at the designs, the scraps of various materials in the cases, the books. Then he faced the others where they stood before the altar, the idol in his hand.
"Leon carried this," he explained. "A hobby, perhaps, but I never saw him work on it. The material is the same as was used by the woman potter for whom he worked in the city. A convenient substance to cover something he might have wanted to hide. Something he could have stolen."
"The Eye?" Vestaler's hand trembled as he touched the crude depiction. "In there?"
For answer Dumarest lifted it, smashed it hard against the stone floor. It shattered, lumps splitting apart, fragments flying, a heap of granules dull in the yellow light. Among them, something gleamed.
"The Eye!" Vestaler's voice was a shout of joy. "The Eye of the Past!"
It was small, round, a lens of crystal filled with a blur of formless designs, flecks of color blended in wild profusion. Vestaler snatched it up, wiped it clean, tears of thankfulness running over his withered cheeks.
The Eye returned! Once again in its rightful place! The impossible achieved! His mind swam with a giddy relief.
"What is it?" said Dumarest. "What is it for?"
The man had a right to know-without him the ache would still exist, the hurt remain. Fate must have directed him, the ancient ones striving in their immutable fashion, How else to explain it?
Usdon said, quietly, "Phal, he has earned the right."
The initiation, the safety of the valley-yes, he had earned the right. More than earned it, yet tradition must be maintained.
Vestaler said, formally. "Usdon, do you propose that Earl Dumarest be shown the inner mysteries?"
"Master, I do."
"And you, Earl Dumarest, soon to leave us, do you swear that never, ever, will you betray to others what you are about to see?"
"I swear."
"You are with us, if not of us. We of the Original People accept you. Now come with me, watch and be humble."
Vestaler turned and approached the enigmatic machine set in the floor beneath the dome. He stooped over it as Usdon moved softly about the chamber, extinguishing the lanterns. When only one remained at the far end of the chamber, he came to stand beside Dumarest.
"Now," said Vestaler. "Witness the glories now lost to us. The past we must remember."
He touched something and, suddenly, light and color filled the dome.
A pattern.
A scene.
A part of ancient Earth.
Dumarest knew it, felt it, sensed that it could be nothing else. It was all around him, streaming from the machine, light directed through the Eye, the lens which held holographic images.
A park, neatly cropped grass, trees, birds which hung like jeweled fabrications. In the foreground, a soaring monument of weathered stone. An obelisk with a pointed tip.
A blur, another scene. A bridge which seemed to float above a river, strands like those of a spider's web. In the water, the shapes of assorted vessels.
The faces of solemn giants carved on the side of a mountain.
A vast canyon.
A great waterfall.
Oceans, ice, deserts, endless fields of ripening grain. Massive pyramids, cities which stretched to the horizon, soaring buildings which reached for the sky.
Scene after scene, each filling the dome, all building to a culmination of awesome majesty.
One planet to have held so much!
Earth!
But not the world Dumarest had known. Here were no signs of dreadful scars, the arid bleakness he had known as a boy. No gaping sores-this was a world at peace, bursting with energy and life, a planet in its prime.
He blinked as the scenes ended, darkness closing in, momentarily disoriented.
"The things we must remember," whispered Vestaler. "Our ancient heritage, lost to us because of heinous ways. One day, when we are cleansed, it will be ours again."
Dumarest turned to move away, felt Usdon's grip on his arm.
"Wait. There is more."
A flicker and the dome shone with stars. Blazing points overlaid with names and numbers-Sinus 8.7, Procyon 11.4, Altair 16.5, Epsilon Indi 11.3, Alpha Centauri 4.3…
Signposts in the sky! Dumarest stared at them, impressing the data on his memory. Names and numbers which had to be distances. A relationship could be established by a computer, the common center determined, the modern coordinates found.
"Earl?" Usdon was beside him, his voice anxious. "Your face-is anything wrong."
Dumarest drew a deep breath. The raft was waiting, soon he would be on his way. Now, it would be only a matter of time before his search was over.
"No," be said. "Nothing is wrong."
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