Doona Trilogy Omnibus

by neetha Napew

  seen him, they would delay until they caught him. So he made a plain dash up the river bank, crouching when he broke into the open because someone was already firing lasers above his head.

  He took Todd’s route to the village, along the river bank, leaping underbrush and fallen logs, and digging his heels into the mulch when he hit the deeper forest.

  He had reached the clearing where Hrrula had killed the mda when he heard an ear-piercing whine and saw the misty cloud appear in the center of the village site.

  The mist dissipated and Hrulla appeared, clad in an ankle-length pale red robe, with jewel-studded harness at waist and across his chest, and highly polished black boots.

  “I’ve only a moment, Rrev. Delay, but with no violence. Delay as long as you can.”

  “Delay?” panted Reeve, trying to regain his breath. “How? Why?”

  “Our ruling Council must be unanimous and there are two rabid

  xenophobes in high position with much influence. Our First Speaker has some plan to force their cooperation but it will take time.”

  “Time, Hrrula, is the one thing I haven’t got. Listen!” Ken pointed back the way he had come; the shots and shouts of his pursuers were clearly audible. “Stay, Hrrula. Prove to Spacedep and Codep that there are Hrrubans and we’ll have all the time we need.”

  A mist was already surrounding Hrrula. Startled, the catman glanced wildly around as if this phenomenon were premature.

  “Something’s gone wrong. I’m being drawn back. Under the mess hall tables, Rrev, and up over Hu’s—“ the last word was a bare whisper from the depths of the mist.

  Christ, what’s under the tables? Up over whose? Ken wondered frantically as he took off, up the clearing, kicking up mulch to show his passing. The first dip he crossed he scuffed up badly, then he cut suddenly to his left executing a wild jump over a thicket. He ran more carefully now, on his toes, although his leg muscles ached with the unaccustomed strain.

  As he doubled back, he couldn’t resist chuckling as his pursuers went tearing on past the dip.

  With luck he could make it back to the Common before they realized they were following a dead trail.

  ‘No violence,’ huh? That was asking a lot of him—with no hope held out at all. God, but Hrrula looked magnificent in that outfit.

  He crossed the river again, falling and splashing in but getting across and into the woods above the Common without being seen. He returned to his previous thicket and settled down with the problem of how to get into the mess hall and look under the table and above whose what?

  He saw the searchers straggling back, infuriated by their failure. He watched the consultation on the porch between Landreau and Chaminade and wished lip reading had been one of his skills. He was certain they were discussing him. It was then that the animals began to shriek and bellow, raising such an uproar that it disturbed the conference. Reeve watched Landreau beckon a guard and send him off to locate the cause of the commotion.

  Grimly Reeve spotted the source—the roiling clouds of dust from the direction of the pass to the plains. Not urfa this time—reptiles; and undoubtedly in the force that had panicked Eckerd yesterday. Was it only yesterday that the colonists had tried to blast closed the pass?

  The guard came back and his report caused Landreau to shrug with indifference. Ken saw the guard hesitate, glance to his left and address Landreau again. The spaceman’s answer was sufficiently curt to bring the guard snapping to attention, make a crisp about-face and resume his position at the perimeter of the Common.

  Regretting the lack of binoculars, Ken kept close watch on the growing cloud, aware of the increasing, odor on the light morning breeze. The thin whine of a com-unit alert penetrated the placid scene.

  Landreau lifted his wrist up, his whole attitude one of sudden alert. Lowering his arm, he addressed a few crisp remarks to Chaminade, whose disagreement was cut short by Landreau’s peremptory gesture.

  Instantly the guards quick-marched to the mess hall and began herding out the colonists. At the same time, Ken saw the ship’s launch rise from the landing field and head toward the ominous cloud in the valley.

  Going on a reccy, Ken decided, and then wondered why in hell the colonists were being marched away from the Common, away from the landing field. That didn’t make much sense. Even from this distance he could hear the frantic thud of hooves against wooden stalls, as the now hysterical animals tried to free themselves from their tethers.

  Cautiously Ken rose to a crouch, crept sideways for an unobstructed view of the barn. Alarm began to grow in him as he watched the colonists herded into the corral, A flash in the distance caught his eye. The flash was repeated, stabbing through the dust cloud.

  The launch was shooting laser bolts at the snakes. First sensible thing Landreau had done since he got here! Ken tried to relax but his apprehension did not dissipate. The guards now had their lasers aimed at the colonists and were moving back from the corral. Ken saw Lawrence waving his fist, make a move toward the high corral fence, saw the laser bolt dig a clod of earth right at the man’s feet, saw Lawrence pull back with an angry yell, the words indistinguishable above the commotion of the horses.

  Two things Ken realized simultaneously: the lasers were not killing the snakes, they were herding them toward the barn. The second was that no one was guarding the mess hall. Ken dashed toward the hall, running low and fast, leaping the railing with an agility born of desperation. As his feet hit the porch, he saw that the hall was not entirely empty. But he barged right in, clobbering one startled Codep man across the head and felling the other with a crack to the jaw.

  With a fluid motion he overturned the tables nearest him, forcing his trembling hands to move slowly, searchingly across the underside. Nothing! One of the men groaned and Ken kicked him in the head with unexpected ruthlessness. He flipped over the next table. There was no way of telling at which one Hrrula had sat at that first breakfast; all had been moved many times. The third table was the jackpot. Where the center brace joined the legs, Ken felt a half-sphere. He heard the faint pop of a seal breaking as he pulled the hemisphere loose. It was the size of the first joint of his thumb, a dull brown metal covered with minute screenlike patterns. There was a small circular seam in the base which was of a softer material.

  Please God let this not be made of Rralan metals, Ken prayed. He weighed it in the palm of his hand; it was heavy for its size. A frantic screaming penetrated his reflections. He glanced toward the window and saw a terrifying sight. The monstrous heads of the great snakes were all too identifiable as the creatures undulated closer and closer to the barn.

  “Hide, will you, Hrrubans?” he cried at the device. “Look what’s happening because you won’t meet us! In honor help us!”

  Whirling, he jerked the laser guns from the belts of the two unconscious Codep men. Another quick glance out the window showed him that the colonists had taken refuge in the barn itself while their guards, still firing sporadically in the dirt around the barn, were pulling back across the wide sweep of the land to the Common and the mess hall. Ken positioned himself to the side of the window and waited till the squads had drawn into sight, their tempting backs toward him.

  He lobbed off several quick shots into the dust at their feet, got off another which twisted into uselessness the gun of the man nearest him. The man cried out as the overheated metal burned his hands.

  “Drop your guns. Raise your hands,” Ken shouted, “or the next shots get Landreau and Chaminade.” Then he barked some unintelligible phrases in mock Hrruban, as if he had brought reinforcements. “The Hrrubans’ weapons are heavier than ours, Landreau. Don’t try anything.”

  A trigger-happy marine attempted to turn in the act of dropping his rifle. Ken dropped him with a bolt through his leg and no one else tried to turn.

  “Okay, Landreau, let me see you order those snakes herded away from the barn. Now!”

  Ken could imagine the expression on the spaceman’s face, but at that moment on
e of the guards let out a startled howl, jabbing his hand frantically toward the barn.

  The main door had been flung wide and from the barn charged every head of the stock-horses, cattle, pigs. Leading them on the bull, a pitchfork carried like an archaic lance, was Ben Adjei, his wife clinging to him on the back of their improbable mount. The guards were overrun by this unlikely cavalry before they could recover their rifles.

  Ben leapt from his bull, pulling down the spaceman. Even before Ken could reach the scene, Ben was ordering the launch to turn back the reptiles or hear a laser bolt sear through their commander’s skull.

  In the subsequent confusion, no one immediately noticed that the homing beacon was lit; everyone was too busy helping the wounded and recapturing the stock. By the time someone did notice the beacon, an uneasy truce existed between the colonists holding hostages and the remaining crews aboard the two spaceships.

  “Hey,” Kate Moody cried out, returning from a trip to her cabin for more medical supplies, “the beacon’s lit—and you can already see the ship.”

  “It had better be Alreldep,” Ken growled and suddenly remembered the Hrruban bug in his pocket.

  “See this, Landreau,” he held the metal object right under the spaceman’s nose, although the man was still groggy from Ben’s stunning leap on him. “Here’s proof of the Hrrubans’ existence. And watch what you say, because the whole thing’s being transmitted back to them. In fact, everything, since we made first contact, has been relayed to Hrruba. And, man, just think how that makes you look.”

  As the spaceman thrust it away, Chaminade intercepted the object.

  “Truthfully, I would like to see your allegations substantiated.”

  “Is that why you were so eager to agree to Landreau’s scheme of

  having the snakes destroy us?” Lee Lawrence demanded. His head was bandaged but the arm that cradled a laser rifle was steady on the hostages.

  “An extraordinary situation requires extraordinary measures,” Chaminade replied in a bland voice.

  “The appropriate measures were laid down close to two centuries ago,” Hu Shih remarked in a crisp stern voice, cutting through Lawrence’s outraged roar. “We followed them when we asked for transport which was denied us. We filed reports which were disbelieved.

  You,” and he pointed at Chaminade, “and you,” he swung on Landreau, “have complicated a very simple incident and you shall not escape its consequences.”

  “It’s an Alreldep ship,” someone yelled from the porch.

  Ken activated the com-unit.

  “Doona colony calling Alreldep ship. Come in.”

  “Sumitral speaking. What has been happening there? What’s that

  armed launch doing? Where is Shih? Why are Codep and Spacedep ships reporting a state of siege? They have no jurisdiction here.”

  “This is Shih, Admiral Sumitral. An unusual situation has developed

  . . .”

  “You’re damned right it has. Any of the aliens in hearing distance?”

  “I only wish they were, sir,” Hu Shih replied fervently and then saw Ken gesturing wildly to the bug Chaminade still held. “I mean . . .”

  “If you’ve driven them from Doona, we’ve lost the chance of a lifetime.” Sumitral’s voice, charged with angry frustration, was cut off by the fury of retro-blasts.

  Ken reached over and flipped off the unit to lessen the echoed roar. He took the little recorder button from Chaminade’s hand.

  “You got here too late, Sumitral,’ he murmured. “Too late.”

  “What do you mean?” Lee asked.

  “All the sound and fury is what I mean,” Ken replied, waving at the

  sullen marines. “When I tried my delaying tactics earlier today, I got to the village just as Hrrula appeared. He started to tell me what was delaying their return; they’ve got troubles with their own government. He managed to warn me about avoiding violence of any kind, then he started to get yanked back and told me about the bugs in the mess hall.”

  “Yanked back? How?” demanded Landreau, suddenly alert. “Where’d you say he was? In that village of yours?”

  “They use matter transmitters,” Ken told him.

  “Matter transmitters?” Landreau turned pale under his tan. “Then

  they are much more advanced than we are,” he groaned.

  “You’re damned right they are,” a new voice agreed. A tall thin man, elegantly attired in deep maroon coveralls with the diamond-sand stripes of an admiral, stood in the doorway an instant before striding purposefully across to them. “Landreau! Chaminade,” he jerked his head with scant courtesy at the two men, his keen brown eyes falling at last on Shih. “Hu Shih? Now, where are those Hrrubans?”

  Well, it sure is a relief to hear someone admit they exist,” Ken remarked sardonically.

  “Of course they exist. Who’re you? Reeve? We’ve found traces of their explorations on half a dozen planets. Just missed them on 87-SN-24C. You remember that incident, Landreau, yours was the Phase I Ship.”

  Again Landreau blanched, sinking back against the table.

  “But there were burn-off marks, traces of chemical deeply imbedded

  in the soil. No matter transmitters . . .”

  “You got to get to a place to install a receiver,” Ken said and was rewarded by Landreau’s groan as the spaceman buried his head in his hands. “What I don’t understand, Admiral, is why, if you knew the Hrrubans existed, you wasted such a helluva long time getting here?”

  Sumitral blinked at such open criticism.

  “A confrontation of such importance to the future of our

  Amalgamated Worlds is not made without thoughtful preparation,” he answered. “I’ve spent hours in a sleep tank, learning Hrruban. Those tapes you people sent were excellent, by the way. My compliments. Now,” and steely authority entered his voice, “kindly take me to the Hrrubans.”

  “I wish I could,” Ken replied sadly, tossing the bug button to Sumitral. “Our-friends here,” he gestured at Landreau and Chaminade, “never took our reports seriously because we couldn’t show them any proof. In their efforts to change our minds for us, things got a little rough. I have it on good authority the Hrrubans don’t take kindly to shows of violence so I don’t think we’ll be seeing much of . . .”

  “HEY, DAD!” The volume as well as the cry was heart-stoppingly familiar.

  Ken whirled. There was a rapid thud of racing feet and then Todd, improbably dressed in mda fur, rope tail jerking behind him, came charging into the hall.

  “TODD!” Pat shrieked, racing for her child.

  “Hey, mom. Hey! Lemme go. DAD, I brought someone who wants to see

  you!”

  Ken had taken one step forward in Todd’s direction before he halted, staring at the imposing figure framed in the doorway.

  Face-fur grizzled to white, mane hair long and very dark, the Hrruban appeared to tower above the tallest man in the hall. His brilliant green eyes, slowly moving from face to face, were oddly gentle and very searching, as if they had long since penetrated life’s ironies and weird humors. The glowing ivory of his robes which fell in ornate folds to his booted feet, were dappled with the flashing colors of the brilliant green and red stones in his jeweled harness. It was the Hrruban’s inner majesty, rather than the sumptuous richness of his dress, that evoked the reverent bows which acknowledged his entrance. As he approached Ken, Todd’s small hand tugged at his father’s.

  “Dad, that’s Hrruna.” Todd’s idea of a whisper penetrated to the hushed spectators on the porch. “He’s First Speaker and that’s as high as you can get on Hrruba. He brought me home so I wouldn’t have to break my promise to Hrrula. That means we don’t have to leave Rrala—I mean, Doona!” And Todd smiled trustingly up at his father.

  Ken swallowed hard as he realized the First Speaker’s gaze had settled on him.

  “Gracious noble sir,” Todd said in stentorious tones, “may I be permitted to introduce my father, Rrev.” And he bow
ed very low, craning his head back toward his father as he remained stooped. “You gotta be awful careful to speak right to him, Dad. He’s real important! Just look at him.”

  “I will also listen very hard to him,” Ken murmured, under his breath.

  “We better,” Todd agreed, straightening up as Hrruna nodded.

  Out on the Common, someone began to cheer. Ken distinctly heard

  Terran voices calling out Hrruban greetings. Todd broke the tableau and rushed to the window.

  “Hey, here comes Hrrula and Hrrestan! And lots of other guys!” he crowed and made for the door.

  A single quiet trill from Hrruna brought him up sharp. He flushed, murmured an apology, bobbed a bow and then returned to his father’s side.

  “Gracious First Speaker,” purred a smooth voice in reasonably accurate Hrruban at Ken’s side.

  Admiral Sumitral stepped forward, palm open and outstretched toward Hrruna.

  “We of Terra are immensely honored by your presence in this humble hall. I am called Sumitral . . .”

  “He won’t shake hands, sir,” Todd hastily warned, his eyes a little scared. “It’s not done to him.”

  Ken admired the way Sumitral was able to keep right on smiling at Hrruna as he casually changed his gesture from a proffered handshake to one directing Hrruna toward the alcove which Hu Shih used as office.

  “Clear the hall, Reeve,” he muttered as he turned.

  Hrruna, inclining his head graciously in acceptance, beckoned Todd

  to him, laying a dark brown hand lightly on his shoulder. “Will you be my messenger, please, and request Hrrestan and that young stripe, Hrrula, to join us?”

  As Todd ran off, very solemn, Hrruna gestured Ken and Hu Shih over. Ken could see that Sumitral was not at all happy that they had been included among the select group in the alcove, but the Alreldep official was too good a politician to countermand Hrruna’s express invitation.

  Ken’s mind raced frantically, trying to understand why Hrruna had incredibly appeared on Rrala, with his son in tow. If Hrruna was First Speaker and the most important man on Hrruba, what in hell was he doing walking into the disputed, discredited, all but disbanded colony? Had the differences been settled? Was it customary for their first citizen to announce such decisions? Ken could understand only that something unforeseen had occurred; something unprecedented in such a highly stylized culture as the Hrrubans. Could it be turned to advantage? To mutual advantage?