CHAPTER V
The main salon was crowded. The huge room, glittering with mirrors andcrystal, floored with thick carpets, and hung with rich drapes, hadsomething of the appearance of a Sarkian harem. Although there were onlyfive of the Alexander family present, there were at least twentyLani whose costumes ranged from the black G string and halter of thehousehold staff to the utter nudity of Douglas's playthings. They wereall female, and Kennon wondered for a moment what a male was like.
Besides Alexander, there were two men and three women: Douglas, stillwith his sulky expression, an older man in his late nineties who lookedlike Douglas's elder brother, two mature women who could be any age fromfifty to three hundred, and a girl. She might have been thirty--perhapsyounger, perhaps older, a lean feminine edition of Alexander, with thesame intriguing face and veiled predatory look. There was a hardnessabout her that was absent in the others. Kennon had the feeling thatwhatever this girl did, she didn't do it half way.
"My sister Eloise," Alexander said in a low voice. "Watch out for her.She's as deadly as a puff adder and she collects men. The other man isDouglas's father, Henry. The plump redhead beside him is his wife, Anne.The other woman is my mother, Clara, even though Eloise and I don't looklike her. We take after Father."
"Where's he?" Kennon whispered.
"Dead," Alexander replied. "He was killed twenty years ago."
"I'd like to present Dr. Jac Kennon, our new veterinarian," Alexandersaid into the hush that followed their entrance. The introductions thatfollowed were in proper form, and Kennon was beginning to feel more atease until Eloise sent one of her Lani with a summons. He looked aroundfor Alexander, but the entrepreneur was the center of a three-corneredargument, hemmed in by Douglas, Henry, and Anne. Henry's voice wasraised in bitter protest that Alexander was exceeding his authority. Heshrugged. There was no help there.
"All right," he said, "tell your mistress I'll be along in a moment."
"Yes, Doctor," the Lani said, "but the Woman Eloise says for you tocome, and she is not accustomed to being disobeyed."
"Tell her what I said," Kennon replied. "I shall be there directly." Hecrossed to the table and examined it, selecting a cluster of odd purplefruit which looked more interesting than it tasted. When he had finishedhe walked leisurely over to where Eloise sat.
She looked at him angrily. "I am accustomed to being obeyed by myemployees," she said coldly. Her dark eyes, oddly like her brother's,traversed his hard body like twin scanners.
He returned her appraising stare with one of his own. "I'm not youremployee," he said bluntly. "I was hired by your brother, and there'sa full peeper rider on my contract." His eyes traveled slowly over hercarefully arranged hair, her make-up, her jewelry at throat andarms, her painted finger- and toenails, and then across the slimsmall-breasted lines of her body half revealed under her thinankle-length tunic of Lyranian silk.
"Satisfied?" she asked.
"On Beta," he said bluntly, "your appearance would qualify you for aparasite camp. Six months of hard labor would do you no end of good.You're soft, lazy, and undisciplined."
Eloise gasped. "Why, you--" she sputtered.
"And perhaps next time you'll learn to be polite," Kennon continuedimperturbably. "After all, the superficial attributes of good breedingare not too hard to counterfeit."
To his surprise, Eloise giggled. "You bite, don't you?" she asked."Remind me to remember that."
"I shall."
"Of course, your actions weren't good breeding either."
"Admitted--but I've never pretended to be what I'm not. I'm the son of aspaceship skipper, and I'm a veterinarian. That's all."
"That's not all. You are also a man." Her face was sober, "It's beensome time since I've met one. I'd almost forgotten they existed."
"There's your brother."
"Alex?--he's a money making machine. Come--sit beside me and let'stalk."
"About what?"
"You--me--your job, your life--anything you wish?"
"That line isn't exactly new," Kennon grinned.
"I know," she admitted, "but it usually works."
"I'm immune."
"That's what you think." Eloise's eyes were frankly appraising. "I thinkI could become interested in you."
"I have a job here. I don't think I would have time to give you theattention you'd demand."
"I get bored easily. It probably wouldn't be long before I would betired of you."
"Perhaps--and perhaps not, I can't afford to take the chance."
"You seem confident."
"You forget. I was a sailor."
"And spacemen have a reputation, eh?" Eloise chuckled.
"At that, you might be right. I remember the first officer of--" she letthe thought die. "But I became tired of him," she finished.
Kennon smiled. "I've never had that complaint."
"Perhaps you'd like to make the acid test?" she asked.
"Perhaps," he said. "But not tonight."
"Tomorrow then? Alex will be leaving in the morning. He never stays morethan a few hours." Eloise's eyes were bright, her lips moist and red.
"I'll pick the time," Kennon said--and added to himself, "If ever."Despite her wealth Eloise was no different from the port-of-call girls.If anything, she was worse since she had enough money to implement herdesires. They were merely in the trade for business reasons. No--Eloisewould be something to steer clear of. Alexander was right. She was amantrap. He stood up and bowed Betan fashion. "I see your brother isfree now. He wants to brief me on my duties here. We were discussing itbefore we entered."
Eloise pouted. "You can always do that."
"You said yourself that Alexander never stays here very long. I would bea poor employee if I delayed him." He grinned knowingly at her and shesmiled back with complete understanding.
"Very well, then. Get your business done. Your pleasure can wait."
Kennon steered Alexander over to an open window that led to a balcony."Whew!" he said. "I see what you mean."
"She's a tartar," Alexander agreed. "I suspect that she's anymphomaniac."
"You suspect?" Kennon asked. "By this time you should know. Let's getout of here. I've had about all of your sister I care to take."
"Can't say as I blame you. I'll show you to your quarters. Maybe Old Docleft a bottle or two, although I suspect the old sinner hung on untilthe last one was empty."
"If he had to put up with your relatives as a steady diet, I can't saythat I blame him," Kennon said.
"Careful, Doctor. You're talking about my kinfolk," Alexander saidwryly. "At that, though, you have a point." The two men slipped quietlyfrom the room. Apparently none of the Family was conscious of theirdeparture except Eloise, who watched them leave with an enigmaticexpression on her narrow face.
They left the fortress through the rear gate and walked slowly down thewinding path that led to the cluster of buildings in the valley below.It was a beautiful night, calm and clear with the stars shining downfrom the dark vault of the heavens. The constellations were strange, andKennon missed the moons. Beta had three, two of which were always in thesky, but Kardon was moonless. Somehow it gave the sky an empty look.
A damp coolness rose from the ground as the evening rain evaporatedmistily into the still air. Kennon sniffed the odor of soil and growingvegetation, clean pleasant odors in contrast to what he had left. In thedistance a bird called sleepily from one of the fortress turrets and wasanswered by some creature Kennon couldn't identify. A murmur of blendedsound came from the valley below, punctuated by high-pitched laughter.Someone was singing, or perhaps chanting would be a better description.The melody was strange and the words unrecognizable. The thin whineof an atomotor in the fortress's generating plant slowly built up to akeening undertone that blended into the pattern of half-perceived sound.
"Nice, isn't it?" Alexander remarked as they rounded another turn on theswitchback path.
"Yes. You can't hear a sound from back there except for that generator.It's almo
st as though we shut those people out of existence by merelyclosing a door."
"I wish it were that simple," Alexander said. "But doors that can beclosed can also be opened. Well--think you'll like it here?"
"I think so, providing I don't have to entertain your relatives."
"You mean Eloise? Don't worry about her. She's as fickle as the wind."
"I've never seen anyone so frankly predatory," Kennon said. "She worriesme."
"They'll all be gone tomorrow--except for Eloise," Alexander said withmock comfort. "Douglas is on the Otpens for a year, and the others areoff somewhere."
"You'll be staying, I suppose."
"No--I'm afraid I can't."
"I hoped you'd help me get organized. This whole thing has beensomething of a shock. I was expecting something entirely different."
"Sorry--someone has to run the business. But Blalok'll brief you.Actually he's more qualified than I. He knows everything worth knowingabout this place. We're going past his house in a minute--want to stopin and see him?"
"It's pretty late."
"Not for Blalok. He's a Mystic--a nocturnal. He's probably doing hiswork now."
"Perhaps we shouldn't disturb him."
"Nonsense. He's used to it. I visit him frequently at night."
"Sure--but you're the boss."
"Well--in a sense you are too. At least in the veterinary end of thisbusiness." Alexander swung sharply to the left and climbed a shortflight of stairs that led to the nearest house. Lights flared on thedeep porch, and the old-fashioned iris door dilated to frame the blacksilhouette of a stocky, broad-shouldered man.
"Good evening, sir," he said. "I was expecting you. That the new vetwith you?"
"Your pipeline's still working, I see," Alexander said. "Yes, this isDr. Kennon--Evald Blalok--I wanted you two to meet."
Kennon liked the gray middle-aged man. He looked honest and competent,a solid quiet man with a craggy face and the deep-set eyes of a Mystic.His skin had the typical thickness and pore prominence of the dwellerson that foggy world from which he came. But unlike the natives of Myst,his skin was burned a dark brown by Kardon's sun. He seemed out of placeon this tropic world, but Kennon reflected wryly that there was probablymore than one misplaced human here, himself included.
"I've been going over Station Fourteen's records with Jordan," Blaloksaid as he ushered them into the house. A tall black-haired man rose asthey entered.
"Skip the formality, Jordan. Sit down," Alexander said, "and meet Dr.Kennon--Steve Jordan--Jordan runs the Lani Division."
Kennon nodded acknowledgment as Alexander continued, "What's thistrouble at Fourteen?"
"I don't know. We've got an epizootic of something. Another youngsterdied this morning, and there's three more that look pretty bad,jaundice, no appetite, complaining of muscular pains. Same symptoms astook the others. The one this morning makes the fourth this month, andwe're only half through it."
"Are all your losses in this one station?" Kennon asked.
"No--but it's worst there."
"I don't like losses like that," Alexander said.
"Neither do I," Jordan replied.
"This isn't Jordan's fault, sir," Blalok said quickly. "As you know, wehaven't had a vet for three months."
"Two," Alexander corrected.
"Three--Old Doc wasn't around at all the month before he died," Blaloksaid. "As a result we've got a problem. We need professional help."
"Well here he is--use him," Alexander said. He looked at Kennon, a traceof amusement on his face. "There's nothing like getting into thingsearly."
"Particularly when one comes into them stone cold," Kennon added. "It'sa poor way to start a career."
"We can't afford to wait," Jordan said. "We need help."
"I'll see what can be done," Kennon replied. "Have you saved the body?"
"Every one of them," Jordan said. "They're in the hospital in theautopsy room."
"That was sensible. A post-mortem might give us an answer. Where's thehospital?"
"I'll show you," Jordan offered.
"Count me out," Alexander said. "I have a weak stomach."
"I'll go along if it's necessary," Blalok said.
"There's a staff there, Old Doc trained them," Jordan said.
"Then it shouldn't be necessary," Kennon said.
Blalok sighed with relief and turned to Alexander. "We could check therecords while those two are about their bloody work."
"I'd rather check a long strong drink," Alexander replied. "What withthe Family and this, it's too much to take for one evening."
Kennon hid a smile. Alexander had a weak spot. He was squeamish. Thatwas a good thing to know.
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