Norton, Andre - Solar Queen 4 - Postmarked The Stars PDF

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POSTMARKED THE STARS

by Andre Norton
Scan by Iczelion, proof by Nadie

Contents
* 1. RUDE AWAKENING
* 2. MEMORY LOST AND FOUND
* 3. CARGO TROUBLE
* 4. TROUBLE FLIGHT
* 5. TEMPORARY TRUCE
* 6. MONSTER FROM THE PAST
* 7. ICEBOUND MURDER
* 8. INVOLUNTARY FLIGHT
* 9. HUNTERS OF MEN
* 10. THE TRAP
* 11. SECURITY OR-?
* 12. HIDDEN BASE
* 13. WILDERNESS REFUGE
* 14. CARTLS HOLDING
* 15. RESCUE ATTEMPT
* 16. BAIT FOR A TRAP
* 17. PURSUIT TO THE RAT NEST
* 18. SPOILS TO THE VICTORS
1. RUDE AWAKENING
He was crawling on hands and knees through a world of steam, of greasy mud
that sought to engulf him bodily. He could not breathe-yet he must go-get away-
out-
His lanky body was sprawled across the bed, arms wide and spread. Hands
clawed feebly at the wrinkled covering bunched under it as his head turned with
slow, agonized steadiness back and forth on the slightly raised section at one end
of that narrow shelf.
Humid heat, gluey mess holding him-but he must keep going. It was very
necessary-he must!
He was breathing in gasps, which grew into shudders, shaking his whole lean
length. And though his eyes were still closed, he endeavored to push himself up
and away from the surface on which he lay.
He could see-his eyes relayed a message to his brain-that he was not crawling
over any steam-pillared swamp. Instead, he lifted his head higher to look at walls
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that appeared to raise and lower rhythmically to his gasping.
Dane Thorson, assistant cargo master, the free trader Solar Queen, Terra registry
65-724910-JK-as if they were part of a flaming scarlet sign printed on the heaving
surface before him, he read those words. And they made sense, although-did he
see them? He-he was Dane Thorson. And the Solar Queen-
With a gasp that was half cry, he gave himself a push so he was seated, not lying,
on the bed, though he had to hold on tightly while the surface, which should have
offered solid security, bucked and swung under him.
But as if recognition of his identity unlocked some barrier, he could think. He was
still deathly ill and dizzy, but he could force himself to sort out the events of the
immediate past, or at least part of it. He was Dane Thorson, acting cargo master
of the Queen because Van Ryke, his superior, was off-world and would join them
only at the end of this voyage. And this was the Solar Queen, a free trader-
But as Dane turned his head carefully, he knew that that was not true. He was not
in his familiar cabin on board ship-this was a room. He forced himself to study
his surroundings for some clue to aid limping memory. There was the bed on
which he had been lying, two snap-down seats pulled out of the wall, no windows
but an air plate near the ceiling, two doors, both closed. A wan light came from a
ceiling set rod. It was a bare room, not unlike a cell. A cell-memory spiraled back.
They had been Patrol Posted. This was a cell-No! That was all done with. They
had finned down on Xecho, ready to ship out for Trewsworld on their first mail
run-
Ship out! As if those two words were a spur, Dane tried to get to his feet. He
nearly fell, but somehow he balanced along the wall, his stomach heaving for
tortured moments of misery. He caught at the nearest door, his weight dragging it
open, and found that some merciful instinct had brought him to the fresher. Then
he proceeded to be thoroughly and violently ill.
Still shaking from racking spasms, he managed to get to water and splash it over
his face and upper body, thus becoming aware for the first time that he was not
wearing his uniform tunic, though breeches and space boots still clothed him.
The water and, oddly, the nausea, seemed to pull him farther out of the fog. He
wavered back into the room, staring about him while he thought. His last clear
memory was-what?
Message-what message? That there was a registered package to be picked up,

under standard one priority. For a few seconds he had a clear mental picture of
the cargo masters office on the Queen, of Tang Ya, the com-tech, standing in the
door.
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Last-minute pickup-last minute! The Queen was set for takeoff!
Panic hit him. He did not know what had happened. The message-and he must
have left the ship-but where was here? And-even more important-when was now?
The Queen had a schedule all the more important because she was, if
temporarily, a mail ship. How long had he been here? Surely they would not have
lifted without him! And how and why, as well as where-
Dane rubbed a hand across his sweating forehead. Odd, he was dripping with
sweat, and yet he shook with a chill inside. There was a tunic-He wavered to the
bed and fumbled with the garment that had been tossed there.
Not his. It was not the sober brown of a spaceman but rather a gaudy, though
faded, purple with raveling embroidery. But because he was so cold, he pulled it
about him. Then he made for the other door, one that must get him out of here-
wherever here was! The Queen set to lift and he not on board-
His legs still tended to buckle under him, but he kept on them and walking. The
door gave to his weak shove, and he was in a corridor, with a long line of other
doors, all closed. But at the far end was an arch and beyond that movement and
sound. Dane headed for that, still trying to remember more. The message for a
pickup-He must have left the Queen at once. Now he halted to look down at his
body under the flapping of the unfastened tunic, too tight and short for him. His
safe belt-yes, he was still wearing that. But-
With one hand he investigated. Its pockets were all empty except the one holding
his ident disk, but no one would have any use for that. It was keyed to his body
chemistry. Let another take it, and within minutes the information on it would be
erased. So he had been robbed.
But why the room? If he had been jumped, they would have left him lying-
Gingerly he felt his head-no painful bruise or lump. Of course there were nerve
holds that knocked a man out, and if sleep gas had been blown in his face-But
why the room?
Time for puzzles later. The Queen and takeoff-he had to reach the Queen! And
where was he? How much time did he have? But surely when he had not
returned, they would not have gone. Rather they would have come looking for
him. The crew of the Solar Queen was too close-knit a companionship to leave
one of their members planet-side without a search.
At least he could move better now, and his head was clear. Dane pulled the tunic
close about him, though he could not seal it, as he reached the arch and looked
beyond. The large room was familiar. Half of it had booths set along the wall with
dials for quick meals in their tables. The other half had a registration robo, a
message bank, and a newscast screen. This was the-the-
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He could not remember the name, but it was one of the small, cheap inns at the
port, catering mainly to crewmen who were waiting to ship out. He had eaten at
that table right over there with Rip Shannon and Ali Kamil just yesterday-or was
it yesterday?
The Queen and lift time-Panic-fed urgency clamped on him again. At least he was
not miles from the port, though on this world where dry land was merely strings
of islands set in shallow, steaming seas, one could not get miles from the port and
still be on the same blob of land.
All that was of no consequence now. He must get back to the Queen. To hold to
that was going to take all his concentration. Dane took one careful step after
another, heading for the nearest door.
Had he or had he not seen one of those men seated in the nearest booth start up
as if he wanted to stop him? Maybe he looked as if he needed assistance. But just
let him get to the Queen-!
If he attracted any more attention, Dane neither knew nor cared. What filled his
world was the supreme luck of seeing an unoccupied scooter just outside. He
fumbled his ident disk out, and as he fell rather than sat on the seat, he fed that
into the proper slot and punched out go.
Already he was straining to see the launch strip. One, two, three ships! And the
last one in line was the Queen! He would make it. The scooter whirled him at its
top speed, though he did not remember punching it. It was almost as if the
machine sensed his fear and impatience.
The cargo hatch was closed, but, of course, he had seen to that himself. The ramp
was still out. As the scooter swept up, he tottered from it to the ramp and pulled
himself up hand over hand by the guardrail. His will kept him going, but the
weakness and dizziness were returning. And now, the ramp was moving! They
were preparing for takeoff!
Dane made a convulsive effort, gained the end of the ramp and then the hatch.
He could not reach his own cabin in time to strap down. Where? Van Rykes was
the nearest-up ladder.
His own body was the enemy he must fight. Dane was dimly aware of the struggle
with the ladder, of half falling through a cabin door, of reaching the bunk and
dropping on it. Then he blacked out.
No dream now of wading through an adhesive swamp or veils of steam. There

was a heavy pressure on his chest, smothering him, a harsh rasping on his chin.
Dane opened his eyes to stare into inquisitive feline ones. Sinbad, ships cat,
nosed him again, kneaded his paws on Dane under his own portly frame with
vigor enough to bring a protest out of the man.
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There was the familiar vibration, though. This was Sinbad. He had reached the
Queen, and they were out in space. A vast relief flooded through Dane.
Then, for the first time he was able to think farther than just reaching the ship
before it lifted. He had gone to make a registered pickup. And somewhere he had
been jumped and robbed. Before or after he had made the pickup? A new worry
presented itself. If he had signed for it, then he, or rather the Queen, was
responsible for the loss. The sooner he reported to Captain Jellico, the better.
Yes, he said aloud, pushing Sinbad away to sit up. Got to see the Old Man-
His first awakening in the inn had been tough. This was almost as bad. He had to
hold onto the bunk and close his eyes, not sure if he could move. There was the
com on the wall. Get to that, call for help-Poison? Could they-the mysterious
they-or he-or it-who had initiated his attack have used poison on him? Once
before he had been so wracked, on Sargol, when, by native custom as a successful
Gorp hunter, he had shared a ceremonial drink-to pay for that compliance later.
Tau-Medic Tau-
Dane set his teeth, grasped Van Rykes file of micro films, which jutted
conveniently from the wall, and pulled himself up. He managed to jerk the mike
from its hook, but when it came to thumbing the button for sick bay, he could not
be sure-they were a blur. He had to chance it.
Now that he was up, he was almost afraid to return to the bunk. The waves of
sickness seemed less overpowering when he was on his feet. Maybe if he tried
now to get around-Besides, he had to report to Jellico, must do that-
He heard a warning growl from Sinbad as his foot touched something soft. And
the big cat, his dignity injured by interference with his tail, slapped back, his
claws grating on Danes space boot.
Sorry. Dane, trying to avoid the rest of Sinbads bulk, staggered forward, out of
the door, into the well of the ladder. He held out groping hands for that. Captain-
must report-
What the-?
Dane had not trodden on the head of the man climbing up, but it was a near
thing. As with Sinbad, he tried to avoid collision and swung out so far he would
have fallen had not the newcomer caught him. Ali Kamils finely featured face
swung back and forth in Danes sight, but then the assistant engineers tough grip
steadied him.
Got-to-report, Dane said. See-Captain-

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What by the Five Names of Stayfol! Kamil supported him back against the wall.
His face was clear and then blurred in Danes sight.
See Jellico- Dane repeated. He knew he was saying that, but he could not hear
his own voice. Nor could he twist free from Kamils grip.
Down-come on-
Not down-up! He had to go to see Jellico-
He was on the ladder. He must have made Ali understand. Only, they were going
down-down-up-in space which was which? Dane shook his head to clear it, and
that only made it worse, so that he dared not move at all, but clung to the ladder,
a sole anchor in a spinning world.
Hands pulled at him. He heard talking, only the words had no meaning.
Report- With a vast effort he got that out in a rasping whisper.
There were two of them with him, Ali and someone else. Dane dared not turn his
head to see. And they were steering him to a cabin door. Ali pushed that back,
and they entered, Dane limp between them.
Then for a stark moment the mists were gone, wiped away. He hung between the
two who had supported him, but he could see, as if the shock of what lay on the
bunk had pulled him out of the dizzy spin of the sickness.
The sleeper lay quietly, acceleration straps still about him as if he had not
recovered from takeoff. His tunic-his head-the face-
Dane gave a jerk that loosened the grasp of those with him. Their astonishment
must have been as great as his. He stumbled forward the step or two to the bunk
to stare down at the man who lay there, eyes closed, apparently asleep or
unconscious. Then, holding on with one hand to keep his precarious balance,
Dane reached out the other to assure himself by touch that someone did lie there,
that his eyes were not playing tricks on him, for the face against the raised end of
the bunk was the one he saw in mirrors. He was looking down at-himself!
There was solid flesh and bone meeting the prod of his finger. But if a body did lie
there, the face-was that a dream out of his illness? Dane turned his head. Kamil
was there, and with him Frank Mura, the cook steward. Both of them were
staring at the man on the bunk.
No! Dane choked out a denial of what he saw. Im-Im-me! Im Dane Thorson.
And he recited the same formula that had come to him in the inn on his first
waking into the nightmare.
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Dane Thorson, assistant cargo master, the free trader Solar Queen, Terra
registry 65-724910-JK. His ident disk! He had that as proof. Now he got it out of
his belt pocket, held it so they might see it, too, and know that he was Dane
Thorson. But if he was Dane Thorson, then who-
What is going on?
Tau! Medic Tau! With relief Dane hunched around, still keeping his hold on the
bunk lest he sprawl on the floor. Tau would know who he was. Why, he and Craig
Tau had gone through almost as bad as this together-on Khatka.
Im Dane, he said. I can prove it. Youre Craig Tau, and we were on Khatka,
where you used magic to make Limbulo hunt himself. And-and-he pointed with
the ident disk to Ali, his hand shaking as he did it-youre Ali Kamil, and we
found you trapped in a maze on Limbo. And you, youre Frank Mura. You piped
us into that maze. There, he must have proved it. No one but Dane Thorson
would know all that. They must believe him now.
But then who-what-lay on his bunk, wearing his tunic-because it was his. There
was the mend he had done by thoro-weave three days ago. He was Dane Thorson-
I am Dane Thorson- Not only were his hands shaking now; his whole body
quivered. And he was going to be sick again. He couldnt help it. Maybe-maybe
this was all some kind of crazy dream!
Steady! Get him, Kamil. Tau was with him. Then he was in the fresher once
more, vomiting.
Can you hold him? He heard Taus voice faintly as if it came from a distance.
Ill have to get a shot. Hes been-
Poisoned, I think, Dane heard himself say. But whether he spoke aloud, he
could not tell. At the same moment the lights went out.
For the third time he roused, but this time lazily. It was not Sinbads weight on
his chest and the cats rasping tongue that drew him back to consciousness.
Rather it was a feeling of peace, as if he had thrown off some burden. And for a
long moment he was content until memory began its irritating prick-prick of
summons to full awareness.
There was something-something about a report to the captain. Danes thoughts

uncoiled sluggishly. He opened his eyes, turned his head a little, and things
dropped into focus. He was in sick bay. Though he had never lain here before, the
cabin was familiar. He stirred, and the medic came into Danes line of vision.
With us again, eh? Lets see- He went to work with quick competence to run a
check on Danes still inert body. Fair enough, though by rights you should be
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dead.
Dead? He had been dead-Dane frowned. There had been a body in his bunk.
The man in my bunk? He made that a question, though he did not finish it.
Dead. And I think you are fit enough now- Tau went to the wall com. Sick bay
calling Captain.
Captain-report to the captain! Dane tried to get up, but Tau had already pressed
the button bringing part of the surface up under him as a support. A little
dizziness returned but then was gone.
That man-how-
Acceleration with a heart condition. He had no business trying to get off-planet,

Tau told him.
His-his face-
Tau took something from a nearby shelf. He faced Dane, holding out a plasta
mask. Save that it had no eyes, only holes, it was like looking in a mirror. And a
back stretch covered with blond hair like Danes turned it into a full head
covering.
Who was he? The mask possessed a macabre fascination. Dane looked away
from it quickly. It was almost like seeing a part of himself limp and flaccid in the
medics grasp.
We were hoping-are hoping-you know, Tau returned. But the captain wants it
now.
As if that were an introduction, Captain Jellico came in. His deeply tanned face
with the blaster scar along one cheek showed no readable emotion, as was usual.
But he glanced from the mask Tau was holding to Dane and back again.
Diabolically clever piece of work, he commented. Not a quick job.
Nor made on Xecho either, I would say. Tau put away the mask, to Danes
relief. That is the product of an expert.
The captain came to Danes side and held out his hand. On the palm rested a
colored tridee. It was of a man. His skin did not have the brown tan of a crewman
but was bleached looking, though he must be Terran or Terran colonial bred.
There was an odd, fixed look in his eyes, a frozen stillness to his features that was
disquieting. His hair was sparse, sandy brown, his eyebrows above those fixed
eyes were thin and ragged, and he had a rash of freckles across his upper
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cheekbones. To Dane he was a complete stranger.
Who-?
Jellico gestured to the mask. The man behind that. You dont know him?
Never saw him-that I can remember.
He had your belongings, a forged ident in the bargain, and that mask. He was
sent aboard to be you. And where were you?
Dane outlined his adventures after waking in the inn, adding the information
about the missing package-if it was missing.
Inform the port police? he suggested tentatively.
Not for robbery, I think. Jellico turned the tridee to look down at the face in it,
as if, by the very intensity of his gaze, he could force some answer to the riddle.
This was a setup that required a lot of planning. It was, I believe, a means of
getting a man on board.
A cargo master aboard, sir, Dane corrected eagerly, who would have access to-

Jellico nodded sharply. Fair assumption. Stowage reports-what are we shipping

that would be worth such a long-range plan?
Dane, entrusted for the first time with full authority for the stowage, could have
recited the entire list. He ran over it swiftly now in his mind. But there was
nothing-nothing that important. A mask would require time to make, a reason for
a long-thought-out buildup. He turned to Tau.
I was poisoned?
You were. If it hadnt been for the metabolism shift after that ceremonial drink
on Sargol- He shook his head. Whether they meant to have you dead or just put
you out for a long time-anyway, normally it would have finished you.
Then he was meant to be me-for how long? He asked that question of himself,
but the captain answered.
No longer than Trewsworld, I would say. First, unless he was exceptionally well
briefed, he couldnt play the part with shipmates who really knew you. It would
require a complete memory switch for that, and they didnt have you in their
hands long enough for that. You went off-ship and apparently were back again in
one Xechoian cin-cycle. A memory switch takes a planetary day at least. Also, he
couldnt play sick either. Tau would have been after him. So, he could say he was
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uncertain about his work-first run for him in cargo command-and could hole up
to check his tapes and the like. The Trewsworld run is not a long one. He might
have been able-with luck-to pull it off, or think he could, with that excuse.
Second, there are only two reasons why hed come on board-he was carrying
something he had to transport under guard, or he himself had a very necessary
reason for reaching Trewsworld in disguise. He was defeated mainly by chance-
first, that you had your insides shaken up badly on Sargol so that their poison
didnt work, and, second, that he himself was not fit for space travel.
Did he bring anything with him? Dane asked. The registered package-they
might have been after that all the time but have planned to walk off with it on
Trewsworld, not jump me for it on Xecho.
Trouble was, Jellico answered, he was checked on board by the ramp cell, not
by any of us. We dont know whether he brought anything or not. Theres nothing
in the cabin, and the holds are safe-locked.
Safe-locked!
Not the treasure room, Dane returned. I left that on half seal-couldnt close it
until the package came.
Jellico went to the com. Shannon! His call to the bridge alerting the assistant
astrogator was loud enough to make Danes ears ring. Down to the treasure
room on the double. See if its fully sealed or not!
Dane tried to think. Where else, if the holds were on full seal, where else could
something be hidden on the Queen?
2. MEMORY LOST AND FOUND
Two holds full seal, treasure half seal. Rips voice rang hollowly over the inter-
cabin com, loud enough for Dane to hear. Captain Jellico looked to him for
confirmation, and he nodded.
As I left them. Must check the treasure- Once on full seal, the intruder could not
have opened either of the lower compartments where the bulk of their cargo
rested. But the treasure room, for registered and special security shipments-Since
nothing had been found in Danes cabin with the dead stranger and it was
apparent from the fact he had strapped down that he had intended to ride out the
voyage and not use the elaborate disguise for an on-and-off invasion of the
Queen, then if he did bring something on board, they had better find out what as
quickly as possible.
Youre in no shape- began Tau, but Dane was already sitting up.
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We may be in no shape later if I dont! he returned grimly. Once before the

Queen had carried an almost lethal cargo unwittingly, and that memory would
ride with her crew for years. Wood taken on ship on Sargol had been infested
with creatures able to assume the color of anything they touched, creatures whose
claws carried a soporific that hit the crew like a plague.
Dane was sure an inspection of the treasure room would assure him whether or
not there was any unaccounted-for cargo on board, since a cargo master by long
training carried most of his inventory in his head, as well as on record tapes.
They had to let him do it. The safety of the Queen by necessity came above all
else. But it was Tau who gave him a shoulder to lean on and the captain himself
who went down ladder ahead of Dane, reaching up to support the younger mans
weak legs.
And Dane needed that support by the time they reached the level of the treasure
room. He held fast to Tau for a long instant, his heart pounding, gasping. Now
Taus words that he had been very close to death struck starkly, but he stumbled
on, reaching for the release.
Trewsworld was a frontier planet, lightly settled. The bulk of the mail they carried
for her single port city was light-micro tapes of agricultural information, personal
communications between settlers and off-world, a bag of official tapes for the
Patrol post. There was little enough security material, and the major portion was
the embryo boxes.
Since the importation of domestic animals was experimental on most worlds and
very carefully supervised, any such shipment was top security. And Ecology had
firm rules on what might or might not be transferred. Too many times in the past,
the balance of nature on some planet had been thoughtlessly overturned by such
importation of a life form that had no local enemy, which perhaps developed a
mutated strain beyond control, to speedily become a menace rather than the
source of profit the importers had intended.
After exhaustive tests the pioneers were allowed imports of embryos for stock
raising, and the Queen now carried fifty such-lathsmer chicks in sealed
containers. These were lab-developed and worth far more than their weight in
credits-since Trewsworld had proved an acceptable climate and lathsmer fowl
were luxury items across a wide sector of space. Not only could the adults be
plucked once a year for their fine down, but young chicks were epicures delight
for the table. If the lathsmer were raised in quantity, the pioneer settlers of the
planet had an export item to establish them firmly in galactic trade.
To Dane these were the major treasures the Queen carried. But the boxes were
secured by double bolting and shock packing, just as he had supervised. They
were intact and protected. The few other bags and boxes were as undisturbed,
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and he finally had to admit that as far as he could tell, there had been no
tampering. But when Tau helped him out, he double-sealed the portal as it should
have been before the Queen lifted.
The original problem remained unsolved. A dead man in a mask, aboard for what
reason? Until they came out of hyper, which meant into the Trewsworld system,
there was no chance to communicate with the Patrol or other authorities.
Tau had made a detailed study of the body before it had been sealed off in a hull
pocket for deep freeze. Save that the stranger had plainly died from a heart
condition aggravated by the strain of take-off, that examination told them
nothing. The man was of Terran descent with no mutating modifications. In these
years of space travel he could have been any age past youth and from a number of
worlds where the inhabitants were so akin to Terrans as to make them
indistinguishable. None of the Queens crew had seen him before, nor was the
poison used on Dane isolated and named by the medic, in spite of his research.
The forgery of the ident disk was perfect. Jellico stood now flipping that back and
forth as if it alone could somehow prove a key to unlock the puzzle.
Such a careful plan means a big deal. You say that call to pick up the security
package came through the field tower? he asked Dane.
Regular channels. I had no reason to doubt it.
Probably was straight, as far as they knew. Anyone could have put it in to them,
Steen Wilcox, the astrogator, commented. Youre sure theres nothing on the
manifests that is suspicious?
Nothing. Dane suppressed a sigh. Of course he was only a stand-in for Van
Ryke (and how he wished now that the usually omniscient cargo master was here
and that he himself could return to the less responsible role of assistant), but at
least he knew what he had seen stored away. He had personally clamped most of
it into the special racks. The biggest things they had handled were the embryo
boxes and the brach cage. The brach cage! That was the only thing he had not
remembered, mainly because its inhabitants, being alive and needing attention,
had been placed in Muras territory of the hydro compartment.
What about the brachs? he asked now.
Tau had a ready answer. Nothing there. I give them daily inspections. The
females about to have kits-not until after we planet-but she should be checked.
That traveling cage cant conceal anything.
Dane thought about the brachs. They were common on Xecho-the largest native
animal, that is, land animal.
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But that did not make them very big. An adult male was about as tall as Danes
knee, the female slightly larger. They were amusing, appealing creatures, covered
with a soft growth that was really neither fur nor under-feathers but had some of
the texture of both. This was cream-colored with a faint rosy underlight in the
female, darker in the male, who was in addition equipped with folds of skin under
his throat that could be inflated and, when so, flushed crimson. Their heads were
long with pointed, narrow muzzles and a small, sharp horn on the very tip, which
they put to excellent use when dealing with their favorite food, a shellfish that
had to be pried open. The ears had feathery fringe. They were easily tamed but
now rigidly protected by law on Xecho after early settlers there had carried on an
illegal trade in their skins. Selected pairs were sometimes exported only under
bond to specialists in xenobiology, as these were due to be delivered to a lab on
Trewsworld. For some reason they seemed to present a puzzle to most biologists,
and several different planets had scientists devoting time to a detailed study of
them.
Thats it, Dane said a short time later. He had run through the tape of
inventory-nothing anywhere, except a dead man who must have been part of a
very elaborate plan.
So- Wilcox looked as if he were now faced with one of his beloved mathematical
formulas, one that was new and he was now admiring, before solving, for its very
intricacy. If this was not for the cargo, it is the man himself. He needed to get to
Trewsworld under cover. Either the disguise was meant to operate to pass him at
both ports or one alone. He risked our uncovering him and putting him under
arrest. And murder, since they must have meant to eliminate you permanently-
he nodded to Dane-is a very high price to pay. Whats going on on Trewsworld
according to rumor?
Planet politics could be a perilous business on some worlds, as they all knew. Free
Traders carefully did not take sides. It was hammered into every crewman that
the ship itself was his planet and to it he owed allegiance, first, last, and always.
No involvement in local matters. That could be a hard fact to face when ones
sympathies or emotions were aroused by sights and sounds, but every one of
them knew that it was the backbone of their own lives and it must be adhered to.
So far, Dane had never come face to face with a choice between the ships safety
and his own emotional urge to join or refrain. He knew that he had been lucky,
and he only hoped that luck would continue to hold for him. He did not know
whether any of the others had faced that dilemma, but the past, before he had
joined the Queen, was theirs and not his to remember.
Nothing off course that I know of. Jellico still slapped the ident disk against the
palm of his hand. Wed have been warned in the general orders if there was.
Combine had this run. They turned over all their general tapes with the contract.
There is always, Ali said, the I-S.

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I-S-Inter-Solar. Twice in the past the Solar Queen had had a brush with that
company. And both times the Free Trader had won the round, a pygmy
successfully facing down one of the giants of the star lanes. The companies with
their huge trading empires, their fleets of ships, thousands, even millions of
employees strung out along the galactic trade routes, were monopolists, sparring
with each other for the control of new planet trade. The Free Traders were the
beggars at the feast, snatching at such crumbs of profit as the big ones overlooked
contemptuously, or thought it not worth the effort to exploit.
The Solar Queen had held a contract on Sargol for the taking of Koros gems-her
captain had even fought a Salarik duel with an I-S man to claim and hold their
rights. It was the I-S who had had the Queen proclaimed a plague ship when the
mysterious pest they had unwittingly brought aboard with cargo had knocked out
most of the crew. And only grit, determination, and an appeal made over the law,
but effectively, to Terra at large, broadcast from a port by the junior members,
who had not succumbed to the pest, had saved their ship and their lives.
And it had again been an I-S representative whose poaching trade they had
broken on Khatka when Captain Jellico, Medic Tau, and Dane had visited there at
the Chief Rangers request during what might have been a disastrous planet
leave.
So the I-S people certainly had no love for the Queen, and her crew would be
inclined to think first of their meddling in any trouble. Dane drew a deep breath.
This could be I-S! They would have the means, the facilities to set up such a plan.
There had not been any I-S ship planeting on Xecho while the Queen was there-it
was Combine territory-but that meant nothing. They could have shipped in their
man on a neutral shuttle from another system. But if this was part of an I-S plot-
Could be, Jellico returned. But I doubt it. In the first place, they may not look
upon us with any warmth of feeling-or at least a warmth of feeling we would
relish. But to them we are very small fry. If they saw a chance to fuse our tubes
without difficulty, theyd probably do it. But to set up some elaborate plan-no.
Were carrying mail, and any trouble would bring a Patrol investigation. I wont
cut out I-S, but they are not my first choice. Combine reported no political
trouble on Trewsworld, so what-
There is one way of learning something. Tau drummed absently on the edge of
a swing shelf with his fingertip, and Dane caught himself watching that. Craig
Taus hobby was magic, or rather those unexplainable powers and talents that the
primitive (and sometimes not so primitive) men on half a thousand worlds used
to gain their ends. He had used his knowledge of such things to bring them safely
out of danger on Khatka, and in that particular action a drum had had a great
deal to do with the building up of whatever force he had drawn upon to break the
will of a feared witch doctor. Only Dane had beat the drum then, to Taus orders.
Now it was almost as if some suggestion reached from the medics mind to his.
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Though Dane had no claim to esper talents, Tau had admitted that was in fact
why he had made a good foil on Khatka.
You cant remember what happened between your leaving the ship and your
awaking in the inn, consciously, the medic continued. Dane lost interest in that
drumming finger and guessed.
Deep probe?
Will it work? Jellico demanded.
You cant tell until you try. Dane has a block against some hypo techniques. How
deep that goes, we cant tell. But the dead man was wearing his tunic, which
means they might have met. If hes willing to try, deep probe might give us some
answers.
Dane wanted to shout no with all the force the illness had left in him. Deep
probe was used on criminals by court order. If a man were susceptible enough, it
would wring every incident of his life out of him back to the first childhood
memories. But they would not be after that, just the immediate past. Dane could
see the sense in Taus suggestion. It was just that to accept it meant facing up to
something from which he shrank with every fiber of his being.
We can set it only for the time you left the ship. Tau appeared to understand the
cause of his reservation. And it may not work-youre not a good subject-plus the
fact we have no idea what alteration of body chemistry the poison may have
worked. In one way, such a testing might be to your advantage, for then we can
judge any change that dose may have caused.
Dane felt a return of that same chill that had struck him when he had fought for
strength in the inn. Did Tau believe that he had taken mental damage? But he
had remembered the stowage, and the tapes had confirmed the accuracy of his
memory. There was only the period of time that Tau wanted to research that
eluded him. He wavered-the distaste for the probes revelations, together with a
feeling he did not want to know if the drug had affected him, combined to make
him hesitate. Only, if he did not agree, then in days to come his ignorance might
be worse to face than certain knowledge.
All right, he said, and then, for a second or two, wished he had refused.
Since the ship was in hyper and needed only a standby watch on the bridge, Rip
was set that duty, and both the Captain and Wilcox were present as Tau made
ready to activate a probe. Dane was not quite certain how it worked, though that
it was able to turn a man inside out as far as his past was concerned was a known
fact.
Jellico made ready to tape what Dane would report, and Tau gave him the shot to
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send him under. He heard a dwindling murmur and then-
He was going down the ramp, a little worried and resentful of this last-minute
call to pick up a security package. Luckily there was a field scooter parked not too
far away. He scrambled in, fed in his ident disk, and gave it the order for the gate.
The Deneb. He repeated aloud his destination, having a vague idea it was an
eating place not too far from the field. At least that much was in his favor. And he
had the receipt tape to hand, needing only the voice and thumb record of the
shipper to make it legal.
The scooter delivered him at the gate, and he looked down the offport street for
some sign of the caf he wanted. Xecho was a crosslane planet, a port of call for
ships switching from one sector to another. Thus it did have an off-port section of
inns, eating places, and amusement holes for space crews, but it was relatively
small and tame compared to such sections ringing the ports of other worlds,
consisting of a single street of closely packed one-story buildings.
As usual, the heat of late afternoon was intense. Dane was wearing full uniform
tunic and breeches, which added to his discomfort. He must make this excursion
as short as possible. He searched for any identifying sign of the establishment he
wanted. Those bright lights that would be visible at night were missing now, and
it took him several moments of survey to find it-a small place sandwiched in
between a hock-lock and an inn he remembered having eaten in the day before.
There were not many on the street-the heat kept most planetside dwellers inside.
He passed only two crewmen as he made the best speed the sultry day heat would
allow to his goal, and he did not look closely at either.
To step inside the Deneb was to step from a furnace into cool dusk and relief
against the punishment of Xechos day. It was not a restaurant, rather a drinking
place, and he was uneasy. For someone with a package needing security
insurance, to be waiting here was not normal-but then this was his first mail run,
and how could he gauge what was normal procedure. If he got voice and thumb
records, then the Queen was only responsible for the safe transportation of the
article in question, and if he had continued doubts, he need only step into the
security office at the port on his way back and make an additional recording for
the complete coverage of the Queens part in an affair that might be on the shady
side.
There was a line of booths against the far wall with dials for drinks and various
legal smokes. But knowing off-ports, Dane wondered if some illegal stimulants
could not also be ordered if one knew the proper code. The place was very quiet.
A crewman was in a drunken doze in the farthest booth, an empty glass before
him, his fingers still curled protectingly about it.
There was no sign of any proprietor, and the small booth beside the door was
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empty. Dane waited impatiently for a moment or two. Surely the drunk in the
corner had not sent for him. At last he rapped on the surface of the pay-booth
grill, the noise carrying more loudly through the room than he expected.
Softly, softly-
The words were Basic but delivered with a hissing intonation that slurred them
into what was just a series of s sounds. The curtain at the back of the booth had
been pulled aside, and a woman came in-that is, she was almost humanoid
enough to be termed that, though her pallid skin was covered with minute scales,
and the growth that hung about her shoulders was not strictly hair, fine-fringed
though it was. Her features were enough like his own not to be remarkable. She
was wearing an affectation of Terran sophistication that he had last seen on that
planet, narrow trousers of metallic cloth, a sleeveless jerkin of puff fur, and a half
mask of silver-copper that covered eyes and forehead and hung part way over the
nose in whorls of metal.
The dress, high-style Terran, was as out of place in this dingy hole as a drink of
Lithean champagne would be, although it served as a disguise.
You wish-? Again that hissing speech.
A call was made to the mail ship, Gentle Fem, the Solar Queen, asking that a
security package be picked up for shipment.
Your ident, Gentle Homo?
Dane held it out, and she bent her head a little as if the elaborate mask made it as
hard for her to see as it was for others to view her face.
Ah. Yes, there is such a package.
You are the sender?
Please to come this way. She evaded his question, opened the front of the booth
as if it were a door, and beckoned Dane beyond, looping the curtain for him to
pass through.
There was a very narrow corridor, so narrow a vent that his shoulders brushed
the wall on either side. Then a second door, one set in the wall, rolled aside as he
approached it, probably set on an entra beam.
The room into which he went was in contrast to the dinginess of the Denebs open
serving section. It was paneled in plasta sheets, which melted into one another in
a never-ending view of wide sweeps of alien landscapes. In spite of the beauty of
the walls, however, there was an assault on Danes nostrils that almost made him
gag. He could see no source of that terrible stench-it just was, though the
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furnishings of the room were luxurious and its general aspect one of taste with
plenty of credits to gratify it.
A man sprawled in an easi-rest. He did not rise as Dane came in nor greet him
with more than a stare. The woman paid no attention to him but swiftly went past
Dane to the other side of the room and picked up a box of dull metal, a square
cube as large as two palms width.
This you take, she said.
Who signs? Dane looked from her to the man, who still stared at him so steadily
that the Terran felt uncomfortable.
The man said nothing at all, though there was a small period of silence as if the
woman waited for some order or move from him. Then she spoke.
If it is needful, then so will I do.
It is necessary. Dane brought out his recorder and leveled the lens at the box.
What you do? the woman cried out with urgency as if he proposed to shoot the
package out of her hand.
Take an official recording, he told her. She had the box pressed tightly between
both hands, the fingers outstretched so that she appeared to be trying to cover as
much of its surface with her own flesh and bone as she could.
You ship that, Dane continued, and you must go by the rules.
Again it was as if she waited for some sign from the man, but he had not moved,
nor did his eyes drop from their survey of Dane. Finally, with visible reluctance,
she put the box on the edge of a small table and stepped back, though she
hovered close by, her hands even outstretched, as if ready to snatch it to safety if
threatened.
Dane pressed the button, took a picture of the shipment, then held out the mike
of the voice tape.
Verify that you are shipping this by security, Gentle Fern. Give your name, the
date, and then press your thumb on the tape roll-right here.
Very well. If this is the regulation, then I must do. But she picked up the box
and held it against her as she leaned forward to take the mike.
Only she did not complete that gesture. Instead, the hand reaching for the mike
slashed down at Danes wrist, and a nail, abnormally long, scored his flesh. For a
moment he was too stunned to move. Then his hand and his arm went numb. As
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it dropped to hang uselessly at his side, the tape fell on the floor. He had strength
enough to turn to the door, but he did not get even one step toward safety. His
last clear memory was of falling forward to his knees, his head turned a little so
that the unwinking stare of the man in the easi-rest was still on him. The other
did not move.
There was nothing more until he crawled over a steamy landscape over greasy
mud and awakened again sick in the inn room to make his way back to the
Queen.
Then he awoke, to face the party crowding into sick bay, Tau bending over him
with a restorative prick of needle, bringing him fully aware of where he was, but
this time able to remember all the probe had brought to the surface of his mind.
3. CARGO TROUBLE
The tape record. Dane spoke his first thought aloud.
The only one of your possessions that stranger did not bring with him, Jellico
replied.
And the box?
Not here. It might only have been bait.
Somehow Dane did not believe that. The womans actions, as he remembered
them, argued otherwise. Or had they been meant to center his attention wholly
on the shipment so he would be unprepared for her attack?
He knew that those crowded into the small sick bay had heard every detail of
what he had relived. The probe not only broadcast but also taped it for the record
while he was under, so all the few facts were plain.
How did I get from the Deneb to the inn? he wondered. There was something
else, a small teasing memory of a face so fleetingly seen that he could not be sure.
Had or had he not sighted in the outer room of the inn as he staggered out the
man who had sat so silently when he had been struck down? He could not be
sure.
They could have carried you in as a drunk, Ali remarked. Would be common
enough in off-port. And I take it you did not stop to make inquiries when you
left.
Had to get back to the ship, Dane returned. He was thinking of the box that had
seemed so important to the woman. It had not been large, small enough, in fact,
to hide. But they had searched the treasure room, his cabin-
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The box-
Captain Jellico stood up. About so big, wasnt it? He sketched dimensions in the
air.
Dane agreed.
All right. Well hunt it.
Though he longed to join in that search, Dane was now tied to the bunk by his
own weakness. The secondary shot Tau had given him was wearing off. He was
suddenly so sleepy that he could not fight the drowsiness. But he knew that any
search the captain organized would be down to the very plates that made up the
Queen.
And the search, thorough though it was, revealed nothing, as Dane discovered
when he roused, feeling much more himself than he had since leaving the Deneb.
They had a dead man in deep freeze and nothing else, save the probe tape, which
Captain Jellico played over again until Dane loathed hearing it, always hoping for
some small new detail. There was only one thing to add to that account, the
chance that the man in the inn who had witnessed his leaving had been also in
the Deneb.
If that was true, he must have had a shock, the captain mused. But it was too
late for him to change their plans then. And we cant do any more until we get to
the local Patrol post on Trewsworld. Ill take word-oath that there is no box
hidden where we looked.
That woman, the com-tech, Tang Ya, said between sips of Terran coffee in the
mess cabin where Dane had gone on his first excursion out of sick bay, she was
alien. Ive been wondering- From the inner pocket of his tunic, he pulled a
sketch block. In sharp, set lines on it a figure was boldly presented. He put it
before Dane. Look like her?
Dane was startled. As with all the crew, Tang Ya had his hobby to relieve the
tedium of long voyages. But to Danes knowledge, it was the creation of miniature
electronic devices, toys. He had not known the Martian com-tech was also an
artist, or enough of one to produce the picture he now saw.
He studied it critically, not for the skill of the work but for likeness to face and
figure of his memory.
The face-it was narrower at the chin; the eyes-they seemed to slant more, unless
the mask made them just seem so.
Ya took up the block, pressed a small indentation on its rim, and the lines Dane
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thought set altered into the shape he had suggested.
Yes! But he was still amazed at the alteration.
The com-tech again laid the block on the table, sliding it along to Captain Jellico,
who studied it for a long moment before he in turn passed it to Tau, and from the
medic it went to Steen Wilcox. The astrogator picked it up and held it closer to
the light.
Sitllith-
The word meant nothing to Dane but apparently did to the Captain, for he almost
snatched the plaque back from his second-in-command to give it a second intent
examination.
Youre sure?
Sitllith! Wilcox was certain. But it doesnt fit.
No, Jellico agreed angrily.
Just what is Sitllith-or who? Tau asked.
What and who both, replied Wilcox. Alien-humanoid, but really alien to the
tenth-
Dane started, leaning forward to view the picture where it lay before the captain.
Alien to the tenth! Xenobiology was a required study for cargo masters, as it was
on them that first contact for trade with alien races often rested. Their study of
alien customs, desires, and personality factors never ended, but he had never
believed that so humanoid a form could contain so alien a personality as Wilcox
had stated. It was rather like saying that a Terran snakes identity went about clad
in flesh and bones such as his own.
But she-she talked rationally. She-she was very humanoid- he protested.
She also poisoned you, the astrogator replied dryly. Not with any concoction
smeared on her nail either. That was from a gland in her finger! As to how she
could appear so close to the human norm, I dont know that. Conditioning might
have something to do with it. But a Sitllith on Xecho! They are thought to be
planet-bound, to have so great a fear of the open that any attempt to rise from the
surface of their world brings about self-death-they frighten themselves to death.
Their world is infrared light, so we dont visit them much. I saw just one, in deep
freeze back at a lab on Barbarrossa. And it was immature. Its poison sack was
empty. It had gone after a Survey scout and stowed away in his ship when he
lifted. When it found it was in space-Wilcox shrugged-that was the end. He
brought it back in deep freeze. But you had an adult, operating off her own world,
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and I would have sworn that was impossible.
Nothing is impossible, Tau said. He was right, as all spacemen knew. What
would be wildly impossible, improbable, not to be believed on one world, might
prove commonplace on another planet. Wild nightmares on Terra were upright
and worthy citizens (if not by Terran standards) on alien soil. Customs so bizarre
as to be unbelievable became ritual by law elsewhere. So, long ago spacemen, and
even more Free Traders, who hunted the lesser known and newly opened planets,
had come to believe anything, no matter how incredible it might seem to the
planet-bound.
Jellico picked up the sketch again. This can be fixed to stay? he asked the
astrogator.
Press in the middle-then the impression will be locked until you wish to release
it.
We have a dead man, a mask-Wilcox set down his empty mug-an alien
supposed to be planet-bound but appearing parsecs from its or her native world,
a box that has vanished, and a cargo master back from the dead-and no solution
so far. Unless we can find a hint or two before we planet-
We have something else. Frank Mura stood in the doorway. Though he spoke in
his usual quiet tone, there was something in his voice that drew their attention.
We have two missing brachs.
What in the-! Jellico was on his feet. Because his main interest was that of a
xenobiologist, he had spent time observing the animals from Xecho, even taking
them to his cabin on occasion for freedom from their cage. Since Queex, the
hideous hoobat whose cage hung there, objected so strenuously to their coming
that Jellicos usual method of quieting the parrot-crab-toad, that of a smart blow
on the floor of its cage to jar it into silence had not sufficed, he had had to
transfer Queex elsewhere for the duration of the brachs visit.
But the cage lock, he added to his first protest.
Mura extended a hand. Between his fingers was a thin wire, twisted at one end.
This was in that, he stated.
By the Seven Names of Trutex! Ali took the bit of wire and held it up, twirling it
between thumb and finger. A pick-lock!
It was pulled, Mura continued, from the netting-inside the cage.
He certainly had all their attention now. Twisted from inside the cage? But that
must mean-Danes earlier complacent acceptance of the impossible when it dealt
with Sitlliths balked at accepting this particular revelation. Inside the cage meant
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that the brachs had twisted it free. But the brachs were animals, and not
particularly bright animals at that. If he remembered rightly, and he should, for
that rating was part of the invoices, they did not rank as high on the learning
scale as Sinbad, who was now sitting in the far corner of the mess cabin
industriously washing his face.
Let me see that! Jellico took the wire and studied it with the same
concentration he had given to the picture Broken off-and, yes, it is a pick-lock.
The brachs, Mura repeated, are missing.
They could not be in the holds, Dane thought. Those were sealed. That left the
engine room, the sick bay, their personal cabins, the control section, and a few
other places, none of which could afford much protection for two escaped
animals, while the intense search earlier for the box had certainly acquainted the
crew with every possible space.
Now they had another hunt. Two animals, perhaps frightened, and with the
female pregnant, so that she should not be alarmed, must be handled with more
caution. Jellico set up a search party consisting only of those who had had contact
with the brachs, since strangers might only send them into some desperate and
damaging flight. He called instructions to Stotz in the engine room and ordered
the engineer, the two tube men, Kosti and Weeks, together with Ali, who was to
return there forthwith, to stay put until their section of the ship was declared
empty of brachs.
Wilcox and Ya were to join Shannon on watch duty at the controls, search that
section, and seal themselves in and any wandering brach out, leaving the actual
search to Dane, Tau, Mura, and the captain, who had petted, fed, and cared for
the live cargo. As an added precaution, Sinbad was shut up in the galley.
When the engine room and the control cabin both reported crew in, brachs not
present, the other four began. Dane made his way down to the cargo level, but the
seals there were intact. There was no way they could have gotten into the holds.
The thought of the pick-lock still bothered him. How had the brachs done that?
Or had they? Was it only meant to seem that they had freed themselves? But no
member of the crew would play such a senseless prank. And the stranger was
dead, in a freeze compartment. Danes imagination suggested a very macabre
explanation, and he found himself turning almost against his will to a side
passage, to another compartment door. That, too, was sealed, and he knew with
relief that that wild speculation was truly impossible. The dead did not come to
life and walk again.
There now remained the personal cabins, those of the engineering staff first.
None of them were luxuriously furnished, and their cramped compactness meant
that the men who lived in them were forced into meticulous neatness if they were
not already that way by habit. There were no lockers, no storage compartments
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open. He went into each and inspected any possible hiding place, and those of the
right size were very few. Each fresher, though the door might be firmly shut, was
opened. There was nothing.
Next level up-Van Rykes combined living quarters and office. Dane stepped
inside. Nothing here. Not for the first time since this began, he wished that its
usual inhabitant was on board now. They needed Van Ryke. The cargo masters
years of experience in all the mazes of trade and alien dealing were, for Dane, the
best preparation for solving what had happened now.
The treasure hold across from the cargo masters quarters-seal safely intact, just
as he had left it. Next level-junior officers quarters, Rips cabin facing his, the
hydro garden, the galley, Muras section. This was to be the extent of his own
exploration, and not all of it, as Mura would cover his quarters and the hydro.
Dane had only his cabin and Rips.
He took Rips first-all in order-then his own. As he opened the door, only a
fraction of off aim saved him. A stun beam clicked along above his ear, sending
him reeling back into the corridor. He managed to push shut the slide door and
leaned there, holding his spinning head, trying to think coherently. Someone-
something-inside was armed with a stunner and had tried to down him when he
entered. Had there been another intruder beside the dead man? That was the
only possible explanation. He lurched along to the nearest com mike and
thumbed the red alert.
What-? Wilcoxs voice demanded, but it sounded very faint and far away as if
the jolt that had brushed Dane had left him partially deaf.
Someone-my cabin-stunner- He got out the warning. He was watching the

door, though he was not sure how, unarmed, he could prevent that other from
leaving if he wanted to.
But if the intruder in Danes cabin realized he had the advantage, he did not try to
use it to force his way out. The Terran tried to think of where any stowaway might
have hidden. The interior of the flitter maybe-though to take the acceleration of
lift-off, plus the wrench of translation into hyper, without any safeguards would
knock most men out. Of course, this might not be a human at all.
There was a clatter on the ladder as Jellico swung down. And Frank Mura came at
the same moment from the hydro. Tau followed the captain. The medic went at
once to Dane.
Clipped me with a stunner, he explained.
Still in there? Jellico looked to the cabin.
Yes.
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All right. Tau, how about sleep gas through the air duct?
The medic pushed Dane closer to the wall with an order of Stay put! and then
climbed back to his lab on the next level. He returned with a small container and
a length of tubing, which he handed over to the captain. All ready.
Did you see who it was? Tau asked as the captain stepped into Rips cabin and
began unscrewing the mesh protector over the air duct.
No. All happened too fast. After he clipped me, I couldnt see straight, anyway.
But where could a stowaway have been-in the flitter?
Through lift-off? Well, maybe, Tau conceded, if he were really tough. But into
hyper-I doubt it, unless he took the jump in Shannons bunk. Shannon was on
duty, and the dead man was in yours-
They could see Jellico through the open door, inserting the tubing, pushing it
along with care as he stood on Rips bunk, his shoulders hunched, concentrating
on what he could see of the tubes reptilian passage until it reached the grill of
Danes quarters. Then he made more delicate movements, and Dan guessed he
was maneuvering the end of the tube to strike against the grill so that the released
gas would go directly into the closed cabin.
Now! His grip tightened on the small container in one hand, while with the
other he held the mask Tau handed him over his own nose and mouth against any
back draft from the tube. The wait for the container to be emptied seemed
endless to Dane. He was shaking off the effects of the stunner touch. Finally
Jellico pulled back the tube and dropped to the deck.
If whoever is in there breathes, he said with dour satisfaction, hes out now.
That statement sounded odd to Dane, almost as if the captain might share that
monstrous suspicion about the dead returned to life again.
Dane reached the door first. It was not locked from the inside but gave easily, so
they could see in, the masks supplied by Tau now in use by them all, while the
medic was using a sucker to draw the fumes out of the air.
Dane so fully expected to see a man that for a second or two he was disconcerted
when he sighted nothing of the kind. What lay on the floor of the cabin, one
forepaw still resting on the stunner, was the male brach, while curled on the bunk
lay the female. And both were unconscious.
The brachs! Dane went down on one knee and touched the feathery covering of
the male before he believed it true. But it was the brach. There was no one else
here. The animal had used the stunner with the intelligence of a man brought to
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bay. Dane glanced at the captain and for the first time in his service aboard the
Queen saw Jellico startled out of his usual impassivity.
But Tau had crowded past Dane and was bending over the female brach to make
a quick examination.
Shes in labor. Let me through! He gathered up the limp animal and stepped
over the inert male.
What about it? Dane looked from the captain to Mura and back to the male
brach. It-it must have used the stunner. But-
A trained brach? suggested the steward. Conditioned perhaps to use a weapon

under certain circumstances?
Maybe, Jellico conceded. But I dont know. Frank, can you make that cage
break-proof?
Put a chain on, rig an alarm- Mura listed the possibilities. He came forward to
lean over and stare down at the sleeping animal. Dane picked up the stunner and
thrust it into the nearest compartment, which he slammed shut.
An animal, Mura said. I swear it is-was-an animal. I have seen brachs. These
acted no differently. Why, when I filled their feed bin- He paused, a slight frown
drawing his black brows closer together.
You filled their feed bin and what happened? the captain wanted to know.
This one, the male, watched me latch it. Then he reached through the bars and
shook the fastenings. I thought he only wanted more of the renton leaves, and I
gave him some. But now I think he was trying the door lock.
Well, lets get him back in the cage before he wakes up, Jellico said. And use
the chain and the alarm, Mura. We might set a video on and hook it to general
screen cast as a precaution. I want a record of what happens when he wakes up.
Mura lifted the brach and carried it back to the cage. Both Jellico and Dane
watched him take the precautions that had been suggested. Then Ya was called to
rig the video so that they could keep the animal under watch as if he were a
suspect in a cell, a snooper on him.
Who is responsible for this shipment? Jellico turned to Dane.
The Norax lab. All the papers are correct. They are to be sent through to the
Simplex people on Trewsworld-authorized project by Council permission.
Nothing about mutants?

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No, sir. Perfectly ordinary listing. It had all the proper notations, and the Norax
people themselves sent a tech with the cage. He set it up and brought in the food
and a diet list for Mura.
He set up the cage, repeated Jellico thoughtfully. The captain raised his hand
and set it against the wall above the cage. Did he pick this particular spot?
Dane tried to remember. The tech had come on board with two men carrying the
cage. Had he picked the place? No, not exactly, and Mura had the answer.
No, sir. I said here-easier to keep an eye on the animals. But I dont understand.
The female-she had a month yet to go. The kits were to be born on Trewsworld.
Captain Jellico slapped the bulkhead behind the cage almost as if he were testing
its solid substance.
Treasure hold below right here, he said. But Dane could see no connection
between that and the weird behavior of a pair of brachs-other than that this
whole voyage was one mystery after another.
Jellico did not explain. Instead, he hunkered down and asked Mura to explain the
details of the fastening. Then Ya came to set up the improvised snooper, which, to
Danes mystification, the captain insisted be concealed from the inhabitant of the
cage so that, when the brach awoke, he would not know he was under
observation, as if the animal was now a criminal suspect.
All arranged to his satisfaction, Jellico gave a final order to leave the animal alone
and for all of them to keep away as much as possible from the cage. Dane, after
giving a last look at the peacefully sleeping creature, which, even now, he could
hardly believe tried to beam him with his own weapon, went back to his cabin,
stretched on his bunk, and tried vainly to make sense of what had happened. He
had been through crises before on the Queen, but never had there been so
inexplicable a series of happenings. Animals that acted with intelligence, a dead
man wearing his face, the alien woman-it was as fantastic as a tridee story tape.
Video-what did the captain expect to pick up by the snooper? What of Muras
suggestion that the brach had been conditioned to attack a man? That such a
thing was possible was not beyond the bounds of possibility.
Dane rolled off the bunk and went to look up the record of the brach shipment. It
was very straightforward, just as he remembered-two brachs, male and female,
consigned from the Norax lab on Xecho to the Simplex Ag station on Trewsworld.
He had every permit filled out correctly, and unless someone had spent a fortune
for forgeries, it was as it should be.
Nevertheless, he pulled out that tape and ran it through for duplication. He had
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just finished when the com gave an alerting whistle.
Screen, came Jellicos voice. Dane reached up and triggered the small video
screen.
4. TROUBLE FLIGHT
The short corridor and the brach cage flashed into view. The brach was on its feet,
its head turning from side to side as if in search of something. Then, showing
more intense emotion than Dane would have thought possible for those
notoriously amiable creatures, it flung itself at the door of the cage, grasped bar
and netting with its paws, and shook them vigorously, as if by that exertion it
could tear its way to liberty.
However, its frenzy did not last long. After a moment or two of battering, it
squatted back on its haunches, its gaze fixed on the immovable barrier. Its
attitude was, Dane thought, if he did not know that was impossible, that of an
intelligent consideration of the situation, a pause to plan.
It approached the barrier opening again, inserted one paw as far as it could
through the open spaces, and explored by touch the new fastening. In those
seconds of watching, Dane was converted to the idea he had dismissed so
summarily after he had gone over the records a second time. The brach had
controlled its first reactions of fear or rage or both and was now exploring the
possibility of again mastering the locks that held it prisoner.
Mutant? But if so, the Norax people had defaulted on their permissions, and they
were too well established a foundation to try anything of the sort. Also, if these
had come from the Norax lab, there was no reason why the techs there should not
know they were super-super brains of their species. It left one possible
explanation: that, in spite of the records, these were not Norax animals but part
of a carefully planned deception, as elaborately set up as the intrusion of the dead
stranger. The brach and him-was that the combination they should investigate?
Having run its paws over the fastening and been frustrated by the lock there, the
brach squatted very still, staring straight at the door that cut it off from freedom.
Then, as if it had made up its mind, it turned resolutely to the back of the cage
and, using the nose horn, pried up a portion of the soft covering over the floor,
thick and padded, devised to protect the animals against ship acceleration and
hyper jump. It disclosed a place where one of the wires had been rooted up and
broken off. Pick-lock-this was where it had gotten the pick-lock!
Dane watched in fascination. Was it going to try the same thing again?
Apparently so, for it strained and pushed the nose horn into the already frayed
hole, jerking its head up and down to wear away the stubborn wire. It worked
steadily, with a concentration and determination Dane had heretofore equated
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only with his own scale of life.
At last it had broken off a longer section of the wire. Was that by chance, or did it
actually understand that the present lock was farther from its reach than the one
it had mastered and that it needed more wire to touch it?
Approaching the door again, it poked the wire through, strove to manipulate the
new locking bar, and immediately dropped the wire, leaping away with an
upward toss of its head as if both alarmed and hurt. Dane knew that it had
received a mild shock rigged to prevent just such action.
Again it squatted, drawn in tightly, shaking its paw. Then, holding it tight to its
chest, it extended a pale tongue and licked the clawed digits as if to soothe them,
though Dane knew that the shock was mild, for a warning, and would not hurt.
They had certainly now seen enough to know they were dealing with no ordinary
brach.
Captain! The com gave out Taus call. Sick bay if you please!
What now? Dane got up. Tau had called for the captain, but if there was some
difficulty about the female brach, it was his responsibility, she being part of the
cargo under his nominal control. He was going, too.
Jellico was already in the sick bay as Dane came to the door. But neither he nor
the medic looked up as the assistant cargo master joined them. They were gazing
down rather at an improvised nest in which lay the female brach, inert, so that for
an anxious moment or two Dane thought she was dead. There were two small
bundles of fur lifting small heads high. Though their eyes were closed, their noses
were sniffing as if they were trying to scent some necessary odor.
Dane had seen two very young kits at the lab on Xecho when he had gone to make
the arrangements for shipping the pair, but he had not seen them this young.
Still, compared with the adult brach they were now nosing, there was something
odd about them.
Mutants? Was Jellico asking that question of himself or of Tau. They-well,

maybe just after birth they-
See here. Tau turned, not to the squirming kits but to a box set at one end of the
nest. There was a dial on its surface, and there a needle swung back and forth.
Radiation, radiation. And I cant swear to their being mutants, but it is plain that
they do differ from their mother in some ways. There is a bigger brain casing-and
they are remarkably alert and active for just-born kits. Im no vet, and I dont
know too much except the general information, but Id say that they are very well
developed for premature births, and they are off their general species pattern.
Radiation! Dane caught the word that meant the most to him. He was not given
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to many flashes of foreboding, insight, or what the emotion might be named that
struck him now, but he was sure of disaster. Without another look at the newborn
brach he demanded of Tau, Is that portable? He pointed to the box in the nest.
Why?
But the captain had seemingly caught Danes train of thought. If it isnt, well
have one that is! He laid hand on the box while the medic stared at them as if
they had suddenly developed space fever.
Then Jellico was at the com. Ya, bring down a planet-side detect!
With that Tau understood. Radiation-in the ship! But-
There were no buts about it as far as Dane was concerned. If what he suspected
was true, then all the bits of the puzzle began to fall into place. The stranger
would have brought it aboard, hidden it too well for their first search of the
treasure hold, and-as Jellico had pointed out-the brach cage was above that.
Now he asked of Tau, Damaging to the crew?
No. I tested for that, though maybe the brachs should be put in isolation. This
beam is off the known scale-
But what of the lathsmer embryos? Again Danes speculation followed a logical
course, and he was on his way to the treasure hold without waiting to hear Taus
reply.
He pried off the seal he had thought such a protection for their cargo just as the
captain arrived, Tau, Shannon, and Ya behind Jellico. Ya held the box meant to
be carried on the belt of a planet-side explorer. Tau took it from him and made
some adjustment. He had no more than done so when its tell-tale needle began
the same swing as the one in sick bay.
They entered the hold. It took only seconds for the detect to show that what they
hunted did lie in the direction of the embryo boxes-not among them, nor behind
them where they had painstakingly searched earlier, but overhead. Dane jerked
out some of the shelf panels not in use and, with that for a ladder, climbed above
the containers. Jellico handed him the detect.
It registered wildly at a point on the ceiling, and this close Dane could see
scratches there.
Behind here. He passed down the detect and brought out a small cutter from a
belt sling. Not trying to be gentle about the plate, he set to work to pry loose the
section that must have been cut out and reset. He gouged at it until it loosened
and fell out. There was a pocket there just large enough to hold a box, the box the
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probe had recalled to his mind.
Dont touch it with your bare hand! Tau warned. Wait for a suit glove.
Rip disappeared to get one, and Dane examined the recess more carefully. The
box did not rest on any shelf or hanger. It apparently adhered or was in some way
fastened to the ships plates. Without the detect, they would not have found it. As
hasty as the cutting and reclosing of the opening had been, it was skillfully done.
Rip returned, holding up one of the clumsy, well-insulated gloves he had

unscrewed from a space suit. Dane wriggled his hand into that and reached up to
the box. It adhered all right, as if it had been welded to the metal. For a while as
he jerked and pulled, tried to slip it back and forth, he thought they would have to
bring a cutting torch to get it loose, perhaps irreparably damaging what it held.
Finally, as he gave it a last corkscrew twist, it came loose, and he brought it out of
the hole, holding it well away as he dropped to the deck.
Get Stotz on this with you, Jellico told Ya. We dont know what it is, but dont
take any chances.
Dane laid it on the deck well away from any cargo, slipped off the glove for Ya to
take in turn, and watched the com-tech carry the find out, its destination Stotzs
workroom.
He no longer worried about the box. It was the condition of the embryos. If the
radiation through the decking had had such an effect upon the brachs, what
about their most precious cargo? Again Jellico was with him.
Scanning or sensor examination? The captain walked around the sealed

container, frowning.
Scanner and sensor both, Tau replied promptly. I have their correct reading on
file. It will be easy to compare.
Was this aimed at the brachs, the lathsmers, or was it only chance? Dane asked,
though he knew they had no answers for him.
Not chance! The captain seemed very sure of that. If all that was wanted was
transportation for that thing, he could have more easily hidden it in your cabin.
No, it was put here for a purpose. And Im inclined to believe it was aimed at the
lathsmers.
With that Jellico faced the worst. They had the contract for the mail run, but to
have cargo spoilage of such a nature on their first trip might mean blacklisting for
the Queen. If they had not discovered the box in time, if radiation-treated
lathsmers had been delivered to the settlers who had paid a small fortune for the
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embryos-? Dane, back at his files, looked into a bleak future. They might find
themselves responsible for replacing a cargo worth more than any years profit.
And the Queen was not prepared to take such a loss. If they could borrow, to be in
debt would automatically break their mail contract, and the result would be
ferrying jobs, risky and unrewarding for just as long as they could keep up
payments.
I-S? It was the first answer that came to mind. But the Queen was so unimportant
as far as Inter-Solar was concerned. Sure, they had ruined two I-S plays. But for a
company to go to so much trouble for revenge on a Free Trader-he could not
agree to that solution.
Dane could not help believing that the answer lay on Trewsworld. The man
wearing his face must have intended to land there. And the box-maybe the
captain was wrong and the placing of the box was only by chance. They only
needed Taus report on the state of the embryos to know the extent of disaster.
The medic did not hurry to give that. He shut himself up in his lab and was left
alone-the crew waiting restlessly for his verdict.
Stotz, always slow and sure, had his report first. The box could not be opened,
short of disintegration, and it was the source of steady radiation. When he asked
for permission to breach it by force, Jellico refused. Instead Ali suited up, went to
the fin end of the Queen, and planted the thing against the outer hull of the ship,
where it could do, the engineers decided, the least harm.
When Tau did at last get on the com, it was not to give them any answers but
rather ask for certain of the captains collection of xenobiological tapes and a
reader. Dane delivered those and caught only a glimpse of the medic as he
opened his door long enough to snatch the material. Then he closed that portal
firmly in the cargo masters face.
They were close to the time to come out of hyper run when Mura called Jellico to
look at the male brach. Dane, following, saw the steward and the captain kneeling
in the corridor, registering concern.
The animal, which had earlier shown such a determined and intelligent desire to
get free, was now balled in the far corner of the cage. Untouched food and water
were cupped in the feeder. The sheen that had lightened its body fluff was gone,
and that was matted about its nose as if it had not tried for some time to clean
itself. Nor did it rouse when Mura chirped to it and showed it a juicy stalk of
renton leaves through the bars.
Tau had better have a look at it, Jellico said.
Mura was already loosing the extra safeguards on the cage door. He had that half
open and was stretching in a gentle hand to grasp the plainly sick animal when
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the brach came to life. The nose horn flashed, and Mura, with an exclamation,
jerked back a hand on which blood ran. Then there was a scurry, and the brach
was out, showing such speed as to avoid them in a way Dane had never seen
before.
He ran after it, only to find it at last crouched at the door of the sick bay, using
both its horn and its less strong claws in a fruitless attempt to force an entrance
there.
Its purpose so consumed it that it did not seem aware of Danes arrival until he
tried to catch hold of it. Then it whirled about and slashed with its horn at his
hands, much as it had wounded Mura. It stood on its hind feet, its back to the
door it had tried to open, its eyes wild and showing red. Now it began a low,
chittering noise, the sounds divided almost, Dane thought, as if it spoke the
words of some unknown language.
The female. Mura came up nursing his torn hand. It wants to reach the
female.
At that moment the door was pushed aside, Tau standing there. The brach was
ready, speeding past the medic before the latter was aware of what was going on.
As Dane and Jellico pushed forward, they had a glimpse of the brach leaning over
the nest box. Now that chittering sound softened. The brach balanced
uncomfortably with a third of his small body leaning over the rim, his forepaws
stretched down as if it were trying to embrace his mate.
Better get him, began the captain, but Tau shook his head.
Let them alone for now. Shes been very restless. Now shes quieted down. And
we dont want to lose her, too-
Too? questioned Jellico. The kits then?
No. The lathsmer. Look here. He motioned them to the left, well away from the
family reunion by the box. There was a viewer on the table, and the medic
triggered it. On its small screen flashed a picture, a very vivid one. Thats the
present state of the embryo I snooped. Do you understand?
The captain put his hands on the table and leaned closer to the screen, as if that
picture had some vital message. What it did show was a reptile-like creature
coiled in a tight package from which it was difficult to separate legs, long neck,
small head, or any other portion clearly.
Thats no lathsmer!
No, not a modern one. But see here- Now Tau switched on a record reader, and
the tiny, very exact picture it showed was that of a reptilian creature with a long
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neck, small head, batlike wings, a long tail, and rather weak-appearing legs, as if
it depended more upon those wings than upon limbs for a mode of
transportation.
That was a lathsmer ancestor, the medic announced. No one is sure how many
thousand planet years ago. It ceased to exist, as far as our records run, about the
time our own ancestors stood reasonably erect and began to use a handy rock for
a weapon. We dont have embryos of lathsmers; we have something out of a time
so remote that our specialists cant date it.
But how? Dane was bewildered. The embryos according to his records were of
perfectly normal breeding stock of the most recent well-established mutations,
guaranteed to keep on producing the strain without fault. How had they suddenly
become these-these dragon things?
Retrogression! Jellico stared from one picture to the other.
Yes, Tau replied. But how?
All of them so affected? Dane went on to the most important question for him,
the present state of the cargo.
Well have to test. But Taus tone was unpromising.
I dont understand. Dane glanced at the brachs. You say the embryos
retrogressed. But if the intelligence of the brachs increased-
That is so. Jellico straightened up. If the radiation worked one way on these,
why a different reaction with the brachs?
There could be several reasons. The embryos are just that, not yet completely
formed. The brachs were adult creatures when they were exposed.
Dane had another flash of speculation. Could the brachs have once been a higher
type of life? Could they have already retrogressed, so that now they are returned
to an intelligent species?
Tau ran his hands through his short hair. We could have half a dozen answers,
and we cant confirm any without the proper equipment. Well have to leave that
up to the lab techs when we planet.
But can we? Jellico absently rubbed the blaster scar on his cheek. I think we
may be in no position to wait upon the opinion of experts, not with settlers who
have invested their life savings waiting for lathsmer embryos. Thorson, what was
the agreed shipping date for those on the invoices?
When transport was possible, Dane replied promptly.

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When possible, no guaranteed date of arrival. Therefore, they could assume that
the embryos might come in on the next trip.
We cant hide those boxes, Tau objected.
No, not with customs coming on board at setdown. At the same time, this
situation is such that I want to appeal to the Board of Trade before I make any
other statements.
You think deliberate sabotage-the I-S, sir? Dane asked.
Oddly enough, no. If the I-S saw a chance to score off us in passing, they might
do it. But too much planning has gone into this. I think the roots lie on
Trewsworld, and I want to know more, much more, before we are any deeper in
than we are now. If we show up without the embryo boxes and the brachs, there
may or may not be unusual interest shown. That will be our clue to who is behind
this, who might protest too loudly if we land without the expected cargo and what
they had rigged on board.
Not jetsam! Dane protested.
Not in space, no. But Trewsworld is not a thickly populated world. There is only
one main spaceport, and our cargo is consigned there. There will be no sky search
if we follow a regular orbit in. So, we load the embryos and the brachs on a
lifeboat and set that down in an uninhabited section. Van Ryke, if I can contact
him, will have friends on the board. Anyway, I shall ask for a local hearing-in
confidence.
But he said nothing of going to the Patrol, Dane noted, spoke only of the one
authority the Free Traders could appeal to, which must mean he wanted none of
the formal law until he was sure they had a defense. But a defense against what?
As it stood, all of them could go into deep probe and prove their innocence, if that
drastic step was needed. It must be that Jellico believed they were in some way
involved past the point that even a probe reading could clear them.
Who takes down the LB? Tau asked.
Jellico looked to Dane first. If anyone is expecting your double, he or they wont
follow the planned orbit set if you walk out of the Queen on landing. We have a
dead man on board. He might just as well be the one he claimed to be for a time-
Dane Thorson. And we can spare a couple of juniors-Shannon for your pilot-
though the LB will home in on automatics, so you wont need to set a course-and
Kamil in charge of that infernal box. I want that out of the ship, too, before we fin
in at the port. Wilcox will chart you a course that will take you away from any
settlement. Youll take a beacon with you and set it on the Queens frequency.
Wait a couple of days-then turn it on. Well contact you when we can.
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He turned back to Tau. What about those embryos? Any of them near decanting
time?
No way of telling.
Then the sooner we get rid of them, the better. Mura, get E rations, plus
whatever the brachs eat. The LB will be crowded. Jellico spoke again to Dane.
But your ride down wont take long.
Dane culled his own belongings, hoping he was making the right choices as to
what he would need. Trewsworld was Terran climate, but it was an untamed
world, save for the settlers holdings spreading out slowly from the port. He took
an extra change of clothing in a jump bag, strapped on a belt with the number of
small tools carried by a scout, and made sure he had extra charges for his
stunner.
As he loaded it, he thought of the brach. Intelligence-retrogressed to a higher

form of intelligence? But that would mean the brachs were not really animals at
all! The crew of the Queen had had one close encounter with ancient Forerunner
remains when they had raised the sum to buy at auction trading rights to Limbo.
And Limbo, though partly burned off in some galactic war-traces of which Terran
explorers had come across again and again during their travels-had also held a
secret that had been as potent in the present day as when its long-vanished
makers had first put it into action. There had been a force, operated from a
headquarters deep under the planet surface, that had reached into the deeps of
space to draw to it any ship venturing within range, so that its half-devastated
surface was packed with the wrecks of vessels for centuries of time.
Though modern pirates had found it, made it more predictable, it had been
operating on its own for a long time before their coming. Of those who had set it
as a defense or assault weapon, no real trace had been left. They had never found
a tomb, a space-frozen derelict with bodies on board, any trace of the
Forerunners to learn what they had been like. Humanoid or wholly alien-it was
any mans guess. However, if the brachs had come to the animal state but had
once been intelligent, could they now have on board one answer to the
Forerunner riddle?
If that were true-Danes thoughts leaped-then all the damage done to the
embryos was unimportant. The brachs were priceless treasures and ones that the
scientists would give much to have. But he could not believe the brachs had been
the targets of the man who had planted the box on the Queen. He might have
meant to destroy the lathsmers, but the opposite effect on the brachs came from
the accidental placing of their cage on just the right spot and could not have been
foreseen.
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5. TEMPORARY TRUCE
They had come out of hyper and were in a breaking orbit around Trewsworld
before the last of the preparations was completed. Dane went through a course of
instructions as to care of the brachs. The embryo containers had been unlocked
from the stacking and packed into the lifeboat. Tau made a spot check on them,
only to discover all he tested had been affected by radiation. The box that had
caused all the trouble had been inserted in what Stotz believed to be a leak-proof
casing and put as far from the cargo and crew of the LB as possible. Ali was under
orders to see that it was safely buried in a marked spot as soon after their landing
as he could do so.
There was this much in their favor; the LB had built-in safe-guards for its
passengers, since it had been devised to protect even injured who managed to
reach it, so it had radiation controls as well. And its automatic landing device
would bring them in at the best spot its detectors could locate. Now they lay in
the hammocks ready for takeoff, the padded brach cage wedged in the narrow
aisle, waiting to be ejected from the Queen.
The brachs themselves could not be seen. Tau had filled the cage next to the top
with any cushioning material he could find, leaving only air holes. As he made the
creatures comfortable, he had admitted surprise that the kits, not following the
regular pattern of their species, were developing at a rate far faster than normal.
Their parents crouched together, the males forelegs about his mate as if to shield
her from harm, the kits curled at the other end of the box.
Dane had been so rushed with all which must be done that he had not had time to
think beyond the task at hand until he was bedded down on the LB. Then he
wondered again at Jellicos move in putting the cargo off the Queen. Why had the
captain been so reluctant to land, report what had happened, and leave the
muddle to the authorities? It was almost as if he had foresight and sensed
difficulties not apparent to the rest of the crew. But a belief in Jellico was part of
the tradition of the Queen. If Van Ryke were only here! Dane would have given
much to know his superiors reaction.
In general configuration Trewsworld was the opposite of Xecho. Where the

aquatic planet with its great seas gave land room only to islands, this was a world
of crowding land masses and seas, which were narrow bands hardly wider than
rivers, separating one from the other. In climate, too, it differed from the steamy
heat of the Queens other port, being much cooler, with short summers and
lengthy winters, during which the ice and snow masses of the poles advanced
with grim regularity to threaten the holdings, the small toeholds off-world
settlers had established.
When the LB set down, its small crew were sure of one thing only: that Wilcoxs
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course, fed into an improvised guide on the craft, had brought them to the same
continent as the one on which the Queen planeted. How far they were from the
port, however, they had no idea.
They unstrapped from the hammocks and zipped into thermo jackets, for though
it was midday out, it was still well below the temperature they would find
pleasant. Shannon triggered the hatch, and they went through the shallow
opening into the light.
Xecho had been vivid color-yellow, red, brilliant shades of both those primaries.
Here, too, was color, but it was in a different range.
They had earthed on a plateau where there was only a growth of tough grass, now
gray and sere, mounded at the nose of the LB where that craft had scored up the
lighter layer of soil to cushion its landing. Below was a lake, the water so green
that it might have been a Terran emerald of the finest hue dropped into a gray
rock setting. On the opposite side from where they now stood was a great wall of
glacier overhanging the water. Even as they watched, a huge chunk of ice broke
free with a sharp crack and fell into the lake.
Just as the lake was green, a solid opaque green, so was the ice of that creeping
wall blue-very, very blue. Yet its rough surface rose here and there in peaks that
were frost-white, as if the mass had traveled in waves that had solidified.
The color burst on them and then the quiet. Even when in hyper, there had been
vibration in the fabric of the ship, a low purr to which they had long been
accustomed and which, in its way, was reassuring to spacemen. Here, save for the
noise of that breaking ice, was no sound at all. No wind blew, and Dane, looking
to the ice across the water, was glad they did not have to face any blast carried
across its frigid surface.
Their landing on top of the plateau was far too open. With any rise of wind they
could well freeze unless they stayed in the LB, and that craft was far too
noticeable from the air. While Jellico had given them no explicit orders to keep
under cover, the fact that he had landed them so was a warning to use common
sense and draw no attention to themselves.
They walked back from the lakeside to see what might lie to the south. There was
an abrupt drop and then a more gradual slope, covered with dead grass tangles,
before the rise of dark brush gave way to trees. Unlike the grass, which had died
in the cold, the brush and trees were both thickly leaved, but that vegetation was
very dark. Dane could not, from this distance, name it blue, green, gray, or a
mixture of all three.
Can we take her down? he asked.
Rip looked back at the LB and then to the cliff edge where they stood.
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Shes no flitter. But there is some raise power, meant to move her from a
dangerous landing. I think it might be enough. What about it, Ali?
Kamil shrugged. You can try anything-once, was his unenthusiastic reply. But
the more you lighten her, the better. You lift; well see about finding a landing
down there.
The cliff face was rough enough to provide them with hand and toe holds. Once
he had swung over to join Ali in that descent, Dane discovered that it was far less
cold. Perhaps the bulk of the plateau kept some of the icy emanation of the glacier
from this side-which was another small point in their favor, since he was sure
that the brachs could not survive long in the cold, coming as they did from the
much warmer Xecho.
They reached the foot of the cliff and continued on toward the brush, seeking for
an opening in the growth into which Rip might be able, with a great deal of luck
besides his skill, to maneuver the LB. Dane thought the brush impenetrable
directly ahead. He was close enough now to see that the leaves were a very dark
blue-green, the colors mottled with sometimes one, sometimes the other,
predominant. They were a thick, fleshy growth, marked by patches of gray hair,
which also fringed their edges.
Not trying to push into these thickets, Ali turned left, Dane right. Rip waited on
the cliff top for a signal as the LB was no hover craft to be held off ground.
The silence continued to grow more menacing as far as Dane was concerned.
They had had little time for briefing on the Queen, and the instruction tapes
about Trewsworld she had carried had naturally, for their purposes, dealt with
the port and settlements they might visit in carrying out their duties. There had
been little or no information about this wilderness.
But surely life could not be limited to vegetation-yet there were no birds, no
flying things, no animals to be sighted. Perhaps the landing of the LB had driven
many to cover. Yet he kept hoping to see a single track, some evidence that they
were not in a deserted world.
The sound that did break that increasingly ominous silence was a whistle from
Ali. He spun around to see Kamil waving to Rip, who disappeared then from
sight. Dane did not at once retrace his way. The need to make sure that there was
some life here pushed him on a short distance.
What he did find was a bare, black section of ground, unmistakably once the site
of a fire. Stones had been set in a rough circle, and in the midst of that lay charred
lengths of nearly consumed wood. Sand had been blown across the stones, so that
it was plain it had been some time since this campsite had been used. Surveyors
from some holding? An exploring party? There might even be a chance that, as on
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too many frontier worlds, there was an outlaw element here that had taken to the
wilderness, though the accounts they had of Trewsworld named it a placid, hard-
working, and law-abiding planet.
Dane went a little beyond the campfire and came across unmistakable evidence
that the vegetation had been hacked away to clear passage for something larger
than a party traveling on foot. In another bare spot that must have been soft clay
and was now frozen into a sharp ridged rut, he saw the track of what could only
be a crawler. The gashed growth and crushed tracks led on into the shade of the
trees.
If they did need a road later on, they might use that track. But for now-
He heard the moan of displaced air and turned in time to see the LB slide from
the cliff top and aim in Alis direction. Not for the first time he admired Rips skill
as a pilot.
They could not hide the marks of their own landing, for the LB smashed a
passage into the brush, stopping only when it nosed into the beginnings of the
forest. But the growth seemed to possess unusual elasticity, and where it had not
been actually broken off, it began to rise slowly and cloak a little of that backtrail.
Why Dane continued to think of some danger in their being seen, he could not
explain, save that this whole affair was so bizarre and in a way menacing. And he
knew that the captain thought they needed time on their side.
They did not disturb the brach nest-cage. But Ali suited up and, moving
ponderously in that shielded clothing, took the box, to trudge on into the woods.
When he came back later, he taped directions as to its burial spot. They could not
be sure even now that there was no leakage from the outer shell so hurriedly
made in the Queens engineering repair cabin and that the dire influence of what
was inside could not spread to the surrounding territory.
By rights we should have spaced it! Rip declared as he brought out E-ration
tubes and they sat, with their backs to the LB, sucking the contents.
Space it and you have no chance to pick it up again, Ali returned. After the
captain reports in, there may be a lot of big brains wanting to beam in on it.
Therere the brachs. Dane had been only half listening to them, thinking along
another path. If they have degenerated, well, whats the answer? Are we bound
to use the box, or something like it, to return them to an intelligent race? Theres
the code against interference-how would it work in such a case?
Nice legal point. Ali squeezed the last mouthful from his tube and rolled the
now flaccid container into a small ball. If you have a station on a planet marked
no I life and then you discover you can produce native I life there, thus losing
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your contract, are you required to do just that?
You mean Combine might fight any upgrading? Dane asked. Is Xecho worth a
beam-out with the Council?
Xecho, Rip answered, is a crossroads, a way station. In itself it is not important

except for its port. So if the Combine were assured they could keep that, they
might not fight upgrading. But it would be chancy. Brachs have been considered
harmless, but these have been hostile-
Suppose you suddenly woke up to the fact you were a prisoner of an alien race
and you had your wife to defend and children- Ali asked. What would you do?
Just what the brach did, Dane agreed. So its up to us, the three of us now, to
make contact with the brachs and induce them to see we are friends.
That we may be able to do. What I dont like is that cargo of embryos, Ali
observed. I think we had better get them out of the ship. Theyre spoiled now for
all purposes. And theres this-the brach gave birth ahead of time. Suppose the
radiation works the same way on the embryos, speeds up gestation? Stotz wasnt
able to rig any freeze unit to deter that.
We dont decant them, Dane replied. If you do, in this cold theyd be finished.
But it was only token resistance on his part. With the engineer apprentice, he felt
the need for getting those boxes and their nightmare cargo out of the LB. The
sooner they were sure that what lay within would never develop further, the
better.
It was a wearying business, pulling the boxes out the hatch, tramping among the
trees to stack them between two, piling stones around them. The ground here was
ankle deep in powdery skeletons of the pulpy leaves, so these must fall at some
time. They dug into the dust, using it with the stones to cover the boxes lest some
native life try to investigate them, though what manner of tooth, fang, or claw
could break them open, Dane had no idea.
The dark had come by the time they had finished, and, tired, they dragged
themselves wearily back to the LB, longing for rest in the hammocks. But Dane
went first to the brach cage, lifting the lid and pulling aside some of the padding.
There was a heaving, and something rose almost under his hand.
A head poked out to regard him with unblinking eyes, by its size one of the kits.
However, this was no helpless youngling. He could not mistake the intelligence in
that steady gaze, and the fantastic growth rate of the creature astounded him. It
was half, maybe two-thirds as big as one of its parents, and might have been a
year or more older by brach development. Though the time in hyper followed a
different rate than that of planet time, there was nothing to explain this but the
effects of radiation.
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He was so startled that he was not ready for the next move of the young brach.
Showing reaction to their confrontation, the small creature threw itself at the
nearest side of the cage, hooked both front paws on the edge, and heaved up with
a speed Dane had not seen before-save when the male had gotten out of the cage
the second time in the ship.
Rip-the hatch!
Shannon jerked the door shut just in time, almost catching the long nose of the
infant brach in the crack. Before he could stoop to lay a hand on the escapee, the
animal turned and scuttled away, leaping to the nearest hammock, where it
settled down, watching them warily, its lip wrinkling back under the horn to show
teeth already well budded.
Dane slammed the lid back on the cage just in time, for three more heads had
arisen from the padding and other forepaws were reaching for the edge of their
prison.
He advanced to the cub in the hammock. Come on-I wont hurt you. Come on-
he tried to keep his voice low, coaxing, reassuring it as much as he could.
It uttered a high-pitched chittering and tried to horn his hand. But Ali had
slipped up behind, using the stuff of the hammock to net it, though he had a
struggle on his hands, for the captured one kicked furiously, voicing screeches of
mingled fear and rage, which were echoed loudly from the crate. In the end it
took all three men to get the kit back with its fellows, and Dane was bitten during
that process.
They have to be fed, he said as he nursed his hand. And we cant put their food
in there until we take out some of the packing-
Explain it to them then, nice and slow, Ali suggested. But I dont think-
All right, I will. Dane interrupted him. Just how intelligent the brachs now were
was anyones guess. He was no specialist in wildlife, but he could not let them go
any longer without food or water, and it was plain that if he opened the cage
again, he would have a struggle.
He wrapped a plasta strip about his hand to cover the bite and brought out the
container of water and the bag into which Mura had packed a supply of brach
food. Pouring the water into a shallow bowl, he set it on the deck of the LB, then
opened the bag, shaking out into another dish a little of the mixture inside-dried
insects, shellfish, and some slightly withered proten leaves-so that they could
both see and smell it.
All four heads turned in his direction, and they watched him carefully. All he
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could do now was to try primitive trade procedures. He touched the water bowl
and the heap of mixed food with one hand, then pushed it a little toward the cage.
Is the hatch closed? he asked without turning his eyes from the brachs, who
met him stare for stare.
Dogged down, Rip assured him.
All right. Get back, out of their line of sight if you can.
How? By melting through the walls? Ali wanted to know. But Dane heard the
click of space boots on the deck and knew that they were moving as well as they
could in that tightly confined space.
Youre not going to let them out? Ali demanded a moment later.
If they are going to eat, I have to. But they ought to be hungry enough to want to
get to this more than anything else.
He rose slowly to his knees from squatting on his heels, found the latch of the
cover he had just slammed down, and shot it open, moving slowly and with as
little noise as he could.
Dane fully expected all four to shoot out the minute the crack was wide enough,
with the same speed the kit had shown earlier. But they did not. Still moving with
care, he laid the lid all the way back and then inched away himself.
Their regard of him continued for a long moment. Then the kit that had been
returned there with such effort made a move. But an adult paw swung, landing on
the young nose slightly above horn tip, bringing an indignant squeal of protest. It
was the male alone who drew himself up and out of the thick padding. He
dropped down beside the food and touched nose to it and to the water pan. Then
looking at his family, he made a small muttering sound.
The two kits scrambled over with speed, but the female moved more slowly, and
the male returned and balanced on the edge of the cage, cluttering to her
encouragingly. Now and then he turned his long head to look at Dane and the
other two who had backed away as far as they could.
Neither kit had waited for the parents. Both were stuffing eagerly from the food
dish, pausing only now and again to lap water, though one liked to put a forepaw
into the bowl and lick the moisture from its pads.
Pads? Dane dared not move closer, but he thought that the shape of forepaws for
both kits differed from those of the adults-more handlike somehow. When the
male had coaxed the female over the edge and to the dishes, he gave several low
growls. And the kits, still chewing, one squealing resentfully, backed away so that
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the male could push his mate forward, standing guard while she-at first languidly
and then with a show of greater interest-fed and drank. It was not until she
turned away of her own desire that he finished up what remained.
Now what, wondered Dane. They would have to get them back in the cage,
though that would probably be a struggle. Just how intelligent were they? And if
intelligent, how alien were their thought processes to those of his own species?
Intelligence did not always mean ability to communicate.
He would like their cooperation if he could possibly gain it. To use them as
animals might only make them ever ready to escape and force the men to be
constantly on guard.
Now he tried to echo the small clucking noise the male had used to urge his mate
out of the cage. He was successful in that the heads of all four brachs turned in
his direction, and he saw that he did have their attention, but there was a
tenseness about them that suggested they were ready for instant resistance. Still
clucking, Dane moved, careful not to advance toward them. Facing the four, he
edged along the wall of the LB, pushing aside the hammocks until he was on the
opposite side of the cage from the brachs.
He raised the lid. Instantly all cowered closer to the deck, the male rumbling deep
in his throat, the female standing before the two kits, who in turn chittered.
Dane stooped and felt along the edge of the lid. The cage had been improvised,
and he hoped not too well. He held the screen up as a barrier between him and
the brachs as he worked to loosen the fastenings.
For a space the male continued to rumble. Then when Dane did nothing but work
at the lid, he raised a little, manifestly wanting to see what the man was doing. A
long moment more, and he jumped to the top of the box, edging along its rim
until his head with its useful horn nudged against Danes fingers. The man jerked
back in surprise, and straightway the horn fitted under the fastening and pried
away until the hinge was loose and off. Then the brach swayed along the rim and
followed through with the other. Dane lifted the cover away and stood back,
uncertain as yet as to whether this gesture could be understood, though the
brachs aid with the fastening was promising.
The male brach continued to teeter on the rim of the cage, looking from Dane to
the lid, now resting against the cabin wall. Dane dared to move, sidling around
the cage, still leaving what he trusted would be a reassuring distance between him
and the brachs. Then he stooped and pulled at the padding, pulling it out in
chunks, until he left only enough to form what he hoped would be acceptable
bedding. The brach balanced, still watching.
Then the female brach moved, pulling up and over into the cage. She reached
with forepaws and teeth to catch the last puff of padding Dane had loosened,
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drawing it determinedly out of his grasp and thumping it down with force on the
floor of the cage. She called to the kits, who obeyed her, to Danes relief. And
lastly the male brach jumped down to curl up with his family. Dane stepped away.
Does that mean that they are willing to stay if they arent shut in? Rip
wondered.
We can hope so. But well have to keep the hatch locked. It is too cold out there.
Dane pushed the extra padding along the floor. Suddenly he was so tired that he
felt he could not make another effort, no matter how needful, as if his struggle to
communicate with the brach had been in some way as harrowing an ordeal as the
one on Xecho. He wanted peace and quiet and sleep, and he only hoped that was
what they could depend upon-with no more complications for a while.
6. MONSTER FROM THE PAST
Rise and orbit!
Dane was jarred out of sleep, his hammock oscillating from a hearty push Rip
must have delivered, for Shannon still had a hand raised as if to shove again if his
first assault was not effective. Dane sat up groggily. For a second or two he was
not oriented. This was not his cabin on the Queen.
Beyond Rip, as he was able to focus better, he saw Ali wearing a thermo jacket,
already at the hatch as if impatiently awaiting him.
Whats the-?
We may have trouble, Ali answered. See?
He pointed. Ali had made certain safeguard arrangements when they had
completed their two caches-that of the box and that of the embryos. He had set
small ray warns on each so that any disturbance would be recorded on an
improvised pickup, and now one was blinking red with warning enough to shake
Dane fully out of sleep.
Which one? With their present luck it would be the box, of course. He swung
stiffly out of the hammock and reached for his own thermo wear.
But Ali surprised him. The embryos. Fire rockets, cant you-this is a speed job!
They came out into the early morning and a crisp chill, which made Dane pull up
his hood with its visored face plate and tuck his hands into the gloves, which
dangled at the ends of his sleeves, but he remembered to make fast the hatch,
ensuring that the brachs were safe in the warm cabin.
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There was a rime of frost on twigs and leaves, giving a silvery coating to the
vegetation, and their breath formed small white clouds.
Listen! Rip threw up his hand as if to bar them from entering the path they had
made yesterday when dragging the containers to the cache.
They heard a crackling, as if something large forced its way through the brush.
There was another noise, a kind of snort sounding now and then, and from that
they judged that whatever might be sniffing around was no small creature.
Dane drew his stunner, thumbed its controls to full force, and saw that his
companions were doing the same. The growth hid whatever crunched along, and
they could only trace it by sound. But by the sound it was going away, not coming
toward them. They stood listening for several minutes until they were sure the
unknown had retreated farther into the wood.
That it had been nosing about the embryos cache Dane was sure. Perhaps there
was some scent that attracted it. They had best see how much damage it had
done. The lathsmers were useless to the settlers-that was positive-but no cargo
could be destroyed until ordered, and Dane did not have that order. Therefore, he
must protect the boxes until he did.
They had not gone far along the tracks left by their journey of the day before
when they came to the signs left by the other thing. It had tramped, or rather
stomped. There were prints breaking the frozen crust of the ground, large enough
so that when Dane knelt to measure his hand beside them, the marks spread
beyond the stretch of his fingers. They were not very plain, for the frostbound soil
had resisted even this heavy weight. They were more like rounded holes than
anything else.
A stunner set on high would take care of most creatures, but there were on some
worlds menaces with nervous systems on which such a ray would have no more
effect than the flick of a twig. Then a blaster was the only answer, but those they
did not have.
So now they went slowly, listening, relying on the fact the crashing was faint and
the unknown was still going from them. When they came to where they had
hidden the containers, they had more proof of the strength of what they had not
yet seen, for the stones and earth they had piled with such backbreaking effort to
hide the cache had been pulled away. The containers themselves had been
battered and broken, though they had been made to withstand all the shocks and
strains that might occur during space flight. They were twisted and rent, and two
had been opened as if they had been as easy to handle as an E-ration tube.
And as an E-ration tube would have been by a hungry man, they had been
completely emptied. Dane kicked one out of the way to see a third that had been
bent and then left. He had not been mistaken. What had rested so cushioned
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inside was stirring. But it was not time for it to be decanted yet! As with the
brachs, its birth was coming ahead of schedule.
He could see the writhing of the monster body inside. A few more minutes and it
could certainly die. Since it was a monster, let it. Only his sense of duty objected.
Cargo intact-that was what it said. And perhaps it would be proof of their own
innocence to keep these embryos intact until the techs could assess what had
happened to them.
But this scaled, half-serpent thing-they could not nurse it in the LB. And how
long before Jellico sent them instructions?
Dane knelt beside the broken container. Surely the thing would be frozen stiff
soon. Reptiles were especially sensitive to extremes of both cold and heat.
Perhaps they could freeze it and keep it that way, as they had kept the body of the
dead stranger on the Queen.
What had seemed feeble straggles at first were growing stronger instead of
weaker. If the thing felt the cold, the chill stimulated it to greater efforts instead
of sending it into stupor and death. The container shook back and forth now
under the wriggling and fell over on its side. Through the rent in the top, not
large enough for the creature to crawl through, was thrust a scaled foot, large
claws gouging at the frost-filled ground for purchase to pull itself out.
Dane changed the reading on his stunner to half and rayed the container. The
clawed foot released its clutch on the soil and relaxed. The container ceased
rocking.
Two more want out. Ah had been stacking the containers. Now he indicated two
set to one side.
These had not been misused by the feaster. However, before the men could move,
now the tops swung open as they were triggered to do at birthing, and the
things inside began to crawl out. Rip beamed them unconscious.
Dragon heads on long necks swung limply over the edges of their boxes.
How about the others? Dane went to check. But there were no more signs of
life. The warning tags on the covers were safely blank.
What do we do? Give them full beam and finish them off? Ali asked.
Probably the most sensible move. But they were cargo, and they might be needed.
Dane said as much and saw Rip nod slowly as if he agreed.
The labs might want them. Maybe they could tell more about the radiation by
examining them. But where do we put them?
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Yes, where? Ali demanded. The LB? If so, wed better move out. Its turned
into a part-time zoo already. And these-his nose wrinkled-are not the best
shipmates. At least they dont smell fresh-
Certainly the fetid odor of the inert reptiles made them the last things one wanted
penned under or around ones bed. But they would never live outside unless some
kind of a heated pen could be rigged. Dane wondered about that aloud.
We have the brach cage. If they cooperate as they did last night, Rip suggested,
we can put them in the extra hammock. And these containers, could we pound
them out and weld them around the cage with a heat unit hooked up?
Ali picked up one of the smashed containers. Cant promise anything, but its
worth trying. At least we cant share the LB with them loose or in boxes either.
That stinks enough to send ones stomach into space. How long will they stay
under?
Dane did not want to touch the unconscious things, and he had no way of
judging. The only answer was that one of them would have to stay on guard while
the other two worked.
Theres another problem, Rip said, and it was not the kind of thought to add
brightness to their day. That thing that smashed in here might have acquired a
taste for pseudo lathsmer. If it trails or hunts by scent, it might follow to the LB.
Do we want that?
That made sense, Dane thought. His first solution had been to get the creatures
back to the craft and build the heated pen right outside. But did they need to do
that?
Ali responded to the same idea. We could set up a nasty jolt for anything that did
come hunting, he offered. Stotz gave me a tool kit when we left, and we can run
a wire from the ship and set up a force field-
Dane was willing to trust to Ali. Anyone who held a cadets berth under Johan
Stotz knew his business, and it would not be the first time that a Free Trader crew
improvised. Half their wandering life depended upon imaginative thinking when
confronted by a crisis.
So that long day was spent in hard labor-Ali providing the information and
technical knowledge they must have, Rip and Dane giving untrained labor. They
straightened out the three containers the strange hunter had mauled and two
others whose tabs reported the contents dead, throwing the misshapen embryos
those had held into a pit and rolling stones over them, well away from where they
proposed to build the pen.
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In the end they had a somewhat lopsided-looking structure that should be large
enough to house the three still sleeping creatures, and this fitted about the brach
cage stripped of all its contents. Ali rigged his force field, warning them that they
were thus exhausting the power of the LB.
The brachs appeared perfectly content to be transferred to the fourth hammock

in the cabin. In fact, they slept away much of the day, and Dane wondered if they
were, in the natural state, nocturnal, reminding himself to be sure to dog down
the hatch door that night just in case they took a fancy to wander.
They did not leave the dragon pen by the rest of the containers. Those they
restacked and recovered with many more stones. In the bargain, Ali cut down
three fairly good-sized trees and dragged them so that their thick upper branches
met and tangled about the cache.
The pen they set closer to the LB, using the saw to clear the underbrush not only
around the site they chose but also in a cutting back to the LB, so they were given
a clear path to it, should need arise.
Dane had no idea as to what food the mutants would eat. Judging by their teeth,
they might be carnivores. So his offering was a panful of squeezed out E-rations,
which he left for the creatures when they awakened from the stunner-induced
sleep. If they ever did-for it seemed to him that their day-long sleep was ominous,
though it made their own task that much easier.
Ali rigged an alarm to awaken them if the pen was approached during the night.
They were all almost too tired to eat as they settled in their hammocks for the
night. Dane checked the door before he went to his. There had been stirring
among the brachs, but he had left out food and water. He only hoped that if they
did go roaming, they would be considerate enough to avoid waking the human
members of the crew, but there was a small nagging worry in his mind, as a hint
of toothache might come and go before a final explosion of pain in the jaw. The
brachs had been too quiet, too cooperative during the day. He wondered if they
were laying plans of their own.
The fact that it was freezing cold out might deter them from exploration, even if
they could master the locking system set up on the hatch door. He did not believe
they would really venture out. He was so tired that even the prick of worry could
not keep him awake.
Cold-bitter, bone-reaching cold. He was buried in the glacier looking down into
the emerald lake, but the cold was a part of him. He must move, must break the
film of ice, gain his freedom-or else he would slide, still in the core of a block, to
be lost forever in green water depths. He must break loose. He made a mighty
effort.
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Under him the block swung and shook. It was giving away-he was falling into the
lake! He must get free-
The jar of landing on the deck of the LB, the hammock twisted over him, brought
Dane awake. He was shivering still with the cold of his dream. But it wasnt from
his dream! Cold air did sweep over him. He scrambled to his hands and knees,
and in the very subdued light of a single rod over the controls, he saw the hatch
door partly open and heard the moan of the wind outside.
The brachs! He shut the hatch first and then turned to the hammock where they
had bedded down the aliens. As he expected, that was empty. Only the pile of
bedding from their cage lay there, though he wasted a moment to pull that aside,
hoping to find them cuddled under it.
He still had that in his hand when the buzz of the warning Ali had rigged sounded
loudly through the LB. If the hunter had sniffed them out, the brachs could not
only be in the freezing cold but helpless before that menace!
Dane grabbed his thermo jacket even as he saw Rip and Ali begin to pull out of
their hammocks.
The brachs are gone, he told them tersely, and the cage alarm is on. He need
not have added that, with its buzz punishing their ears in that confined space.
He picked up a hand beamer and snapped it to the fore of his belt, leaving his
hands free. The brachs rather than the dragons must be their first concern.
Outside the LB it was as cold as he had feared. By his timer it was well past
midnight, into the early morning hours. The low ray of his beamer-for he kept it
to the low cycle-picked up marks in the frost, not well defined, but which he
thought were brach tracks. He could only hope that the thick wall of brush had
kept them to the path for a swift escape.
Dane heard the hatch clang shut and knew that the others must be on his heels,
but he tried to walk as noiselessly has he could and with what speed the night, the
low light, and the rough ground would allow. Luckily they did not have too far to
go, always supposing that the brachs had been entrapped in the force field Ali had
set by the dragon cage.
Though Dane might be going carefully, there was something ahead that sought no
such progress. The thud of the same ponderous tread they had earlier heard was
loud.
So the hunter had come back in search of the embryos. Now, as Dane half
hesitated, holding his stunner at full charge but ignorant of what protection it
would be against an alien life form, he heard a cry-shrill, rising in ululation of
fear. And though he had not heard a brach scream before, he was very sure that
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had come from one of their throats.
Dane snapped the beamer to full and ran, the magnetic plates on his boot soles
waking a hollow echo on the frozen ground. It was only seconds before he burst
into the clearing they had made for the cage. Around it blazed the haze of the
force field. Within that tenuous defense crouched the brachs. One of the kits lay
on the ground, its brother or sister huddled against it, while, with their heads
down to present nose horns to the enemy, the two adults stood guard.
It was a pitiful guard, for that which confronted them might have smashed both
into bloody paste with a single swipe of one of its six limbs. It reared high,
bracing itself back so that its rounded abdomen touched the ground, four limbs
serving as a ships cradle to anchor it there, while it swung its smaller torso and
its long front arms back and forth before the force screen.
Apparently it was wary of that, for it did not try to touch the haze, but the
strangeness of the attacker startled Dane into momentary immobility. Ant-
beetle? No, it had no hard overskin such as those insects possessed. Instead it
was covered, over rounded paunch, back, and thorax with long fur of hair of
grayed-black, matted and filled with twigs and leaves, until it almost resembled
one of the bushes moving, supposing its head, those waving forelimbs, and its
aura of malignancy might be disregarded.
The upper limbs ended in long, narrow, toothed claws, which it constantly
opened and shut, making swift darts with them at the force field, though it
seemingly still hesitated to reach into that. Dane took aim on the round head in
which the fore part was largely covered by great faceted eyes, another insectile
resemblance.
The head shook as his stun beam must have caught its center. Then the thing
looked down, over its shoulder at an angle he would not have thought possible for
any living thing with a backbone or skeleton to assume.
One of the clawed forelimbs swung, but Dane grimly stood his ground,
continuing to pour the full strength of the stun beam at its head. However, its
actions were such that he feared he had chosen the wrong way to knock it out.
Did it carry what brain it had somewhere else in that monstrous body? Ali and
Rip, seeing that Danes attack did not knock it out, aimed lower, one at the
thorax, the other at the barrel abdomen. Some one of the three must have
reached a vital part, for the flailing limbs fell, to flap feebly a time or two against
the body. It shuffled half around, as if attempting to flee, and then crashed,
missing the dragon cage and the beleaguered brachs by only a little.
Ali snapped off the force field, and they hurried to the smaller creatures. Three
were unhurt, but the kit lying on the ground had a tear along its shoulder down to
its ribs, and it whimpered pitifully as Dane bent over it, the rest of the family
drawing back as if they knew he meant to help.
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The dragons-Ali had gone to peer into the cage-are gone. Look here! Under
his touch the door swung open as if they had never latched it. But Dane would
have taken an oath that they had.
He gathered up the kit with all the gentleness he could and started back for the
LB, the other three brachs close behind him, chittering those sounds that, the
more one heard them, sounded like words.
Well look for the dragons, Rip said, if you can manage.
I can. Dane wanted to get the brachs back to the warmth and safety of the LB.
Neither Ali nor Rip would take chances with the stunned monster he knew. The
first thought must now be for the wounded brach.
Whether remedies intended for humans would heal the wounded kit, he had no
way of being sure, but those were all he had to use. So he sprayed the wound with
antibiotics, painted it with a thin coat of plasta-heal, and settled the small body in
the hammock where its mother speedily joined it, pulling it gently against her
and licking its head until its eyes closed and apparently it slept.
The male brach and the other kit still squatted on the shelf where they had all
climbed to watch Dane at his doctoring. Now, as he put away the med-kit, the
cargo master looked at them. That they seemed able to speak to one another was
evident. Could they communicate with him or he with them? There was one
provision that was regular equipment on an LB and that he might try. He went to
one of the emergency storage pockets and brought out a box, taking up its
contents with care. There was a small mike, a voice box to strap to his own throat,
and a flat disk. The second set of throat mike and strap he put to one side. Then
he set the disk before the male brach.
I, Dane- He tried the oldest of all approaches, giving his own name. I, friend-
His hopes were so far realized that a series of squeaks did come from the disk.
But whether the subtle speech translator had indeed made clear that limited
reassurance he could not tell.
The male brach made a startled sidewise leap that almost took it completely off
the shelf, and the kit screeched, jumping for the hammock, huddling down beside
the female. Her nose had come up to present the horn, her lips drawn back in a
warning snarl.
But the male did not retreat any farther. Instead, he hunkered down, looking
from Dane to the disk, as if he were analyzing the problem. He hitched closer,
watching Dane. The man tried again.
I, friend-
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This time the chittering did not startle the brach. He advanced to lay a forepaw
on the disk, then touched its short antenna wire, looking from that to the mike
against Danes throat.
My hand, it is empty. I, friend- Dane moved with infinite care, holding out his
hand, palm up and empty as he had said. The brach bent forward, advanced its
long nose, and sniffed.
Dane withdrew his hand, got slowly to his feet, brought out the food mixture, and
filled the bowl. Food, he said distinctly. Water was poured into the container.
Water, to drink- He set them both where the brach could see them.
The female brach called out, and her mate scooped up the food dish, taking it to
her. She sat up in the hammock, dipping up some of the mixture, licking it from
her paw, pushing more into the mouth of the injured kit, who had also roused.
The male took a long drink before he carried the water to those in the hammock,
but he did not remain with his family. Instead he leaped once more to the shelf by
the disk. Now he squatted with his snout very close to it, chittering at some
length. He had the idea, at least half of it, Dane exulted. Now, could he get him to
wear the other throat mike so the translator would work both ways? Before he
could reach for it, the hatch opened. The male scuttled away from the disk and
plumped into the hammock, and Dane turned, with some exasperation, to face
Rip and Ali.
At sight of their expressions his attempt to communicate with the brachs was no
longer of first importance.
7. ICEBOUND MURDER
How large was the thing we stunned? Ali asked. He made no move to unseal his
tunic, and he still carried his stunner ready as if prepared to fight off an attack.
Taller than any of us. Dane could not give a more concise measurement. What
difference did the size of the thing make? It was a menace, but they had proved
stunners could handle it.
By rights-Rip had bolstered his weapon and now measured in the air another
distance, about a foot between his two hands-it should be no bigger than this,
and, well, there are other differences, too.
Suppose you say what you mean, loud and clear. Dane was in no mood for any
more puzzles.
On Asgard-Ali took up the explanation-theres a burrowing creature, not too

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in colonies but is solitary. Only it doesnt grow hair or fur, and it is not able to
decapitate a man with its claws or stamp him flat. They call it-the settlers do-an
antline. What we met out there is an antline with embellishments.
But- Dane began a protest when Rip cut in.
Yes, but and but and but! Were both sure that was-is-an antline with
modifications, just as the embryos were modified, just as these brachs are not
running true to type.
Then the box- Danes thoughts leaped to the danger they had buried. Stotzs
guard must not have been secure. The radiation had worked again on some
creature burrowing too near its hiding place.
Rip might have been reading his thoughts. Not the box, he said flatly. We went
to look. Its undisturbed. Also that thing could not have altered overnight to its
present form. We did a little backtracking. Its been here since before we set
down.
What proof have you of that?
A lair burrow. Alies face mirrored his distaste. Complete with the refuse. No,
its plainly been that size and been resident there for a good deal longer than two
days. But its an antline.
How can you be so sure? You say there are superficial resemblances between a
Terran ant and the antline. There could well be a native animal or insect here
with the same general conformation, could there not? And this has differences-
you say so yourself.
Rational reasoning, Ali replied. If there was not a museum of natural history
on Asgard, and if it hadnt happened that we had a shipment for it some voyages
back, some Fortian artifacts that Van Ryke wanted given special handling, we
wouldnt know. While the curator was signing off our responsibility, we did some
looking around. There was an earlier type of antline that died off long before the
first settlers arrived. But some got caught in flash floods, were buried deep in
peat, and were preserved. Those were large, haired, and enough like that thing
out there to be its loving brother or sister! Asgard being a goodly number of
parsecs from here, how do you explain the transportation of a living life form that
died out on another world about fifty thousand planet years ago?
The box- Dane kept returning to the only rational explanation. But from that it
was easy to take the next step. Another box?
Rip nodded. Not only another box, but surely an importation of other life forms.
There is no duplication of such an animal from one world to the next. So,
someone imported a modern antline, gave it the retrogressive treatment, and
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produced that thing. Just as we have the dragons-
The dragons! Dane remembered the missing cargo. Did it eat them?
No-little one-freed them- The words were high pitched with a metallic
undernote. Dane stared at his two companions. Neither one of them had said
that. And they, in turn, were looking at a point behind him as if they could not
believe in what they saw. He turned his head.
Once more the male brach hunched on the shelf where he had sat to listen to the
chittering of Danes voice out of the disk. But now the alien had something in his
forepaws, pressed against his throat-the translator.
Little one freed them. The brach was certainly speaking, and the words issuing
from the disk made sense. He was curious, and he thought that it was not right-
those things in our home. They hurt him when he opened cage. He called-we
went to him. The great thing came, but the dragons were already gone into the
woods. This is so.
By the brazen hoofs of Kathor! exclaimed Ali. Its talking!
With the translator! Dane was almost as startled. He had left that other throat
mike some distance away. The brach must have gone after it, working out that
Danes was what made the mans voice intelligible, and was now using it. But
what a gigantic upstep in intelligence that action revealed-unless the brachs had
never been truly the animals they had seemed and the radiation box had not as
far back to take them as the Terrans believed.
You talk. The brach indicated the mike it held pressed to its throat and then
pointed to the disk. I heard. I talk, you hear. This is true. But the dragon things
not eaten by the big one. They were big also-too big for cage place. Pushing on
wall, clawing door-Little one thought they be too tight, open to give them room.
They fly-
Fly? Dane echoed. It was true the creatures had flapping skin appendages that
would in the far future be the wings of the lathsmers. But that they could use
them for flying-!
We have to get them back, and if they are flying in the woods- he began when
the brach added:
They do not fly good, many times on ground-hop, hop- He gestured with his
free paw to represent progress in a jerky manner.
They could be anywhere, Rip said. The brach looked to him questioningly, and
Dane realized the alien could understand only when Dane spoke with the
translator.
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They could have gone in any direction, he repeated for the alien.
Seek water-need water- the brach replied. Water there- He pointed now to the
south, as if he could see pond, lake, or streams through the solid wall of the LB.
But the lake is in that direction. Rip nodded to the northwest, where it lay
behind the plateau.
That direction-lake, Dane translated.
No, not go there-but there! And again the alien waved to the south.
You see them? Ali asked. Then realizing that Dane alone could voice the
question, he added, Ask him why he is so sure.
But Dane had already begun. If the long-snouted face with its so alien features
could have mirrored the emotion surprise, Dane believed he would be reading it.
Then the brachs paw touched that part of his head that would be a human
forehead and answered, The dragons want water bad, so we feel-feel the want-
Telepathy! Rip almost shouted.
But Dane was not sure. You feel what thing thinks? He hoped that was clear.
Not what thinks, only what other brach thinks-sometimes. What thing feels, we
feel. It feels strong, we know.
Emotional broadcast of some kind, Ali summed up.
Little one feel dragons want out, so let them, continued the brach. Then
dragon hurt little one. A thing of badness-
The cold, Rip said. If they went hunting water to the south, the cold will get
them.
So we have to find them first, Dane answered.
Someone has to stay for the com, Ali pointed out.
Pilot does that, Dane said swiftly before Rip could protest. We take travel coms
with us. You can signal us back if you have to.
He expected a protest from Shannon, but the other was already hauling out
packs, opening the storage cabinets for supplies. It was the brach who spoke.
Go with. Can feel dragons-tell where-

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Too cold, Dane returned quickly. He might have lost part of the cargo, but the
brachs were infinitely more important than the hatched embryos, and he was not
going to risk them.
I dont know. Rip held one of the supply bags. Put a small heat unit in this, cut
to low, pack our friend in with that-he nodded toward the padding they had
stripped out of the cage-and he would be warm enough. What he says makes
sense. If he can give you a guide to the dragons, you could save a lot of time and
energy.
Dane took the bag from Rip. It was watertight, pressurized in part, meant to carry
supplies on wholly inimically atmosphered planets, another of the save-life
equipment of the LB, and it was certainly roomy enough to hold the brach, even
with the warming factors Rip had listed. If what the brach boasted was the truth-
that he could keep in touch with the lathsmer changelings by some kind of
emotional direction finder-then his company would keep them from losing time.
And Dane had the feeling, which grew stronger every time he left the LB, that the
sooner they were out of this wilderness, the better.
Alis trained hands carried out Rips suggestion. A small heat unit went into the
bottom of the bag, and the padding was wrapped around and around the sides,
leaving a center core in which the brach could be inserted. The shoulder straps on
the side could be easily lengthened to fit Dane, while Ali himself could carry the
other supply bag. They each had a personna com clipped to the hoods of their
jackets, and in addition Danes translator was fastened close to his cheek in his.
The brach had gone to his family in the hammock, and from the subdued
murmur there Dane guessed he was explaining his coming absence. If there were
protests from the others, Dane was not to know, for the male had left the
translator to be affixed in the bag.
It was midmorning when they set out, taking the path back to the cage. The door
swung open, and the antline, if mutated antline the thing really was, had gone.
Marks, deep grooved in the ground, suggested that it had crawled rather than
walked to the eastward.
Lair is that way, Ali observed. I think that the lie out in the cold for so long
didnt do it any good. At least you can hear it coming.
If it is an antline returned to an earlier form- Dane still found it difficult to

accept that.
Then who brought it here and why? Ali ended his question for him. That is
something to think about. I believe we can assume that ours was not the first box,
also that they were too hurried over shipping this one. Looks almost as if they
were being rushed in some way. The Combine didnt have any trouble on this
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mail run. Which means if another box came through, it was better shielded, or
else there was no live cargo to cause suspicious complications. And that I cant
believe. The settlers have regular embryo shipments, not only of lathsmers, but
other livestock.
They may not be using regular transportation-whoever they are, Dane pointed
out.
True. Theres only one main port here, and they dont keep a planet-wide radar
system. Theres no need for it. Theres nothing here to attract any poachers, jacks,
or smugglers-or is there?
Drugs, ventured Dane, supplying the first and easiest answer, some narcotic
easily raised in virgin ground, a small, light cargo bringing a fantastic return for
growers and suppliers trouble.
But why the box? Unless it is used to force growth in some way. Drugs might be
the answer. If so, we may be facing some blaster-happy jacks. But why import an
antline and turn it into a monster? And why did that dead man come on board
wearing your face? That seems more like a frame for the Queen. I can suggest a
good many different solutions-
Water ahead- The pipe of the brack rang in Danes ear.
Do you sense the dragons? Dane attended to the matter now at hand.
Water-no dragon now. But dragon needed water.
If he doesnt pick them up, Ali commented when Dane passed on this
information, they may be already dead.
Dane shared the others pessimism. They now threaded a way among the trees,
their boots sinking into a decayed mass of fallen leaves. The brush, which had
been like a wall before, was gone, and the land sloped downward.
Glancing back, Dane could see the marks of their trail plainly. They would not
have to be beamed back to the LB but simply retrace that.
The brachs water came into sight, almost too suddenly for their own safety, for
the ground was cut by a giant slash, and they stood on the brink of a very deep
and steep-walled gully through which wound a stream.
Outflow of the lake, Ali said, squinting along the direction from which it flowed.
Well out from the shores, it was encased in ice, but in the middle was a clear
channel, where they could see a swift-very swift-current passing from northeast
to southwest. There was no sign of any frost-bitten or frozen dragon.
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Do you feel them now? Dane asked of his alien burden.
Not here. Away-beyond-
Which way? Dane tried to pin that very vague direction to something definite.
Over water-
If they had crossed that river, they had indeed taken to wing. There was no other
way of crossing. Dane could not understand how they had continued to survive
the cold unless they were far less susceptible to the frigid climate than he
supposed. Now it remained for him and Ali to find some place where the banks of
the gulch could be descended, where the stream itself could be bridged. Within
sight there was no such place.
They separated, Ali going northeast toward the lake, Dane southwest. But the
river remained much the same until Dane came to a place where there was a
break in the bank on his side. The thing that had gouged that was at river level,
slewed around, trapped in the thick ice of the stream edge, the lip of the swift
current tearing at it, sending spray to give it a further icy coating.
A crawler-made for heavy duty on rough land! There was no one to be seen in the
cabin. He had not expected to find a driver, since the indications were that the
vehicle had been there for some time, but he skidded down the broken bank to
look it over.
Short of getting tackle as strong as that used at a port, Dane believed there was no
chance of bringing this battered machine from its present bed. Perhaps if the
river rose high enough, it might tear it loose and roll it on. That the crawler could
be of any service to them he doubted.
It was not an agricultural machine with the various attachments used in farming.
Instead, it mounted a small borer, now knocked askew, and the battered remains
of a digger. This was a mining machine, or at least one for a prospector on a very
small scale. In hopes it might give him some clue to a near camp or settlement,
Dane worked his way cautiously out on the rough ice that had frozen about its
treads to hammer at the cabin door.
When he forced that open at last, he wished he had not, for the cabin was
occupied after all, though its occupants had fallen out of sight, lying on the floor,
one above the other. Both men had been blaster-burned. There was a strip of
ident plate on the fore of the controls, and very gingerly Dane worked that out of
its slot. When-if-they returned to the port, this might give some aid in solving
these deaths-these murders.
He closed the door, wedging it the tighter with chunks of ice to lock it. But before
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he left, Dane opened the supply compartment. The rations might be of some use
to them, though he could not carry them now, but it was what lay in the transport
bin he wanted most to see. They had been killed. Had that bin been plundered?
His hunch was right. The seal on that compartment had been burned out, and the
door hung half melted. It was empty, save for a single small piece of rock stuck in
the edge of the broken door, as if it had been caught there when someone swept
the contents out in a hurry.
The piece of rock was small enough to take along with the ident, and if it had
been valuable enough to keep behind a seal lock, it must have some meaning.
Dane had no way of judging how long the crawler had been here, but he thought
by the ice that had locked around it, it had been some time. As he climbed to the
top of the cliff down which the machine had dug its way, he backtracked a little.
The trail left there ran parallel with the cliff rim for a short space before the
plunge down, which might mean that the descent had not been an attempt to flee
across river but that the machine had been running off automatics, already
carrying a dead crew when it went.
Was this the same machine that had left the marks below the plateau? It was
likely, only he was not to be sidetracked any longer to find out.
Calling Thorson! Calling Kamil! The signal was so sharp from his com that he
started. Return to LB, return to LB-at once!
It was unlike Rip to be so formal-unless some emergency warranted that

formality as a warning. The antline? Or, thought Dane, turning back on his trail
at a steady trot and looking down at the crawler as he passed, had they two-
legged enemies as well? Could those who had blasted the prospectors have turned
their attention now on the spacecraft? Was Rip in such a position that he could
not warn them save through his choice of words?
The brach made no sound. If the alien sensed trouble ahead as he had been able
to sense the dragons actions, he was not saying so. Suddenly another thought
crossed Danes mind, and it was almost as startling as that summons from the
ship because it presented what was an impossibility as far as he knew. When they
had found the brachs at bay before the antline, they had been inside the force
field, a barrier that had kept the monster uneasy and unwilling to make an attack.
And the dragons had been gone, also through that field. It had been a weak one,
yes, but Ali had tested it, and it had worked. Then how had both species managed
to pierce it?
When the little one-Dane spoke into the translator-found the cage, there was a
protection around it. Yet he went in, opened the door for the dragons- Could he
make the brach understand, or what had happened to the field? Had the aliens
turned it off and then on again? They could turn it off if they had understood it.
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But to turn it on again from the inside was impossible.
The answer came hesitatingly as if the brach was also finding it difficult to
explain a process he had taken for granted or else had not the proper vocabulary
to make himself understood. We think-if a thing is not alive, we can think what
we wish to do, and it does that-
Dane shook his head. If the brach meant what he said-that they had some control
over the inanimate, some esper control-But the proof was that they had gone
through the defense field. And the dragons, but it couldnt be that the dragons
could also do that?
The dragons, how did they get through the protection?
The little one-when they hurt him-he opened it for them. They wished to go, so
they used it, the brach replied with prompt logic.
Well, it all fitted, if you were willing to accept the initial proposition that the
brachs could think an open door through a force field. There was more and more
to these mutated animals-no, they were not animals-these people (you must give
them their proper status no matter what they had been on Xecho) than one could
understand. What excitement they were going to cause when the scientists and
lab techs learned about them.
Dane saw Ali coming on the run and slowed to a stop until the other joined him.
Listen. Dane pushed the brach question to the back of his mind as he quickly
gave Kamil the story of the derelict crawler and what it contained.
So you think Rip may have visitors? Ali caught him up swiftly. All right, we go
in slowly and carefully.
Both of them had been rubbing their mikes with a gloved thumb as they talked,
so that none of what they said could be picked up by a listener. Now Dane was
glad to pull down his visor against the frosty chill. Though there was a sun in the
sky, it gave little warmth even here in the open, and as they passed into the shade
of the wood again, even that illusion of light and heat was lost.
Approach the LB with caution they did. But when they saw what stood a little
beyond it in the open, they were less suspicious. There was no mistaking the
scout flitter of the Queen, Dane felt a warm wash of relief. So Jellico had sent for
them-maybe they were now on the verge of solving the whole tangle. Reassured,
they trotted on to the hatch.
Rip was inside, and Craig Tau, but the third man was not the captain as Dane
expected, nor any member of the Queens crew. And Rips expressionless face, as
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well as Taus stiff stance, was warning that they were not at the end of their
troubles.
The stranger was of Terran stock but somewhat shorter than the crewmen, wide
of shoulder and long of arm, both of which were accented by the bulk of the fur
upper garment that he had unsealed but not taken off. Underneath he wore a
green tunic of a uniform with a badge on the breast consisting of two silver leaves
springing from a single stem.
Ranger Meshler, Dane Thorson, acting cargo master, Ali Kamil, assistant
engineer. Medic Tau made the formal introduction and added an explanation for
his crewmates. Ranger Meshler is now in charge in this district.
Dane moved. He might not be right in his sum-up of the present situation, but
one of the lessons of infighting that most free traders knew was to get an enemy
or possible enemy off balance, to deliver the first blow and make it as unexpected
a one as possible. If you represent the law here, I have a murder, two murders, to
report.
He pulled out the ident strip from the crawler and the fragment of stone he had
found caught in the plundered lock bin. There is a crawler by the river, caught in
the ice. I think it has been there for some time, but I dont know enough of your
planet conditions to guess how long. There are two men in the cabin-blast-
burned. Their lock bin had been burned open, and this was caught in its door.
He put the stone on a shelf. And this is the ident card from the control slot. He
laid the strip of metal next to the stone.
If he had planned to carry war into the enemys territory, he succeeded for a
space, for Meshler was staring from him to the two exhibits and then back again.
We have also to report-Ali broke the short silence-unless Shannon has already
done it for us, the presence of a mutated antline-
Meshler finally came to life. He was closed-faced now, all signs of surprise gone.
It would seem-his voice was as frosty as the air outside-that you have been
making a great many strange discoveries-very strange discoveries. He spoke,
Dane thought, as if he considered most not only improbable but also impossible,
but at least they had proof, good solid proof of it all.
8. INVOLUNTARY FLIGHT
What is the situation, sir? Having done his best to throw the opposition off
balance, disregarding the last comment from the ranger, Dane turned to Tau. He
wanted to know just what they had to face.
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It was Meshler who answered. You are all under arrest! He said that weightedly,
as if the words disarmed them and made the odds of four to one wholly in favor of
that one. I am to escort you to Trewsport, where your case comes under Patrol
surveillance-
And the charge? Kamil had not moved from the hatch door. His one arm was
behind him, and Dane thought he still had a hand on the latch. It was plain that
Ali did not consider the odds in Meshlers favor.
Sabotage of shipment, interference with the mail, murder- The ranger stated
each charge as if he were a judge pronouncing sentence.
Murder? Ali looked surprised. Whom did we murder?
Person unknown, Tau drawled. His former rigidity had eased. He leaned
against the wall, one hand on the edge of the hammock where the brachs sat in
their nest of padding. You met him dead. He nodded to Dane. He was wearing
your face at the time-
Now Meshler turned a sharp, measuring look at Dane, who, to aid him in
identification, pushed back his hood. And for the second time the Terran saw a
trace of surprise on the rather flat face of the ranger. Tau uttered a sound not far
from a laugh.
You see, Ranger Meshler, that our tale was the truth. And the rest we can prove,
as well as showing you a man with the same features as that mask. We have the
box that caused all the trouble, the mutated embryos, the brachs-Let your science
techs test it all, and they will see we reported nothing but the truth.
There was a wriggling against Danes shoulders. He had forgotten the brach in
the pack. Now he loosened the straps and held the bag so that its occupant could
climb out to join his family in the hammock. Meshler viewed that without
comment.
Now the ranger produced a tridee shot from an inner pocket. Holding it, he
moved closer to the hammock that held the people from Xecho, looking from
the picture of the brachs and back again several times.
There are differences, he commented.
As we told you. You heard them, or rather her, talk, Rip replied. There was a
tightness in his voice that suggested the time before Ali and Danes arrival had
not been pleasantly spent.
And where is this mysterious box? The ranger did not look to them but
continued to study the brachs. He gave the impression of still being skeptical.
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We buried it, in its protective covering, Dane replied. Only it may not be the
first such shipment to arrive here.
Now he did have the full attention of Meshler. Those chill chips of ice that served
the other for eyes fastened on him. You have reason for believing so?
Dane told him of the antline. Whether he was making any impression on
Meshler, he could not tell, but at least the man listened without any outward sign
of incredulity.
You found its lair, you say? And it was under stunner influence when you last
saw it?
We backtracked it to the lair. Ali cut in. And, from the marks, it was on its way
back there when it left the cage. We didnt trail it again.
No, you were after your other monsters, to cover up what you had introduced
here. Meshler had not softened. And these monsters-where are they now?
We tracked them as far as the river, Ali continued. The brach said they had
flown across, and we were hunting a way of getting over when we were recalled.
Tau spoke then. The brach said? How did it know?
He-Dane unconsciously corrected the pronoun-says they can sense emotions.

Thats what led to the dragons escape in the first place. One of the brach kits
heard their anger at being shut up in the cage and went to open that. They
turned on the kit and then got away-
He half expected the ranger to contradict that with scorn, but the man did not.
He listened impassively, glancing now and then at the brachs.
So we have a couple of monsters loose, besides this antline-
As well as two murdered men, Dane broke in, who were dead long before we
planeted.
If they have been dead as long as you say, the ranger replied, they can await
attention for a short space longer. What we have to deal with firstly are these
dragons of yours. He put away the tridee and brought out a tube, which, at a
slight squeeze, rolled out a map. Though it was in miniature, its points of
references were so clearly marked it was easy to read.
The lake. Meshler pointed. Your river drains from there?
We believe so, Dane answered.

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And your dragons crossed it? Slightly beyond the river line were marks of pale
green. The ranger tapped those with fingertip.
Cartls holding. If your dragons headed for that- Another pinch of finger and
the map snapped back into the tube. It would be better that we locate them
before they get that far. This-this creature can track them? You are sure of that?
He says he can. He took us to the river. Dane moved; he had no intention of

allowing the ranger to take the brach. After all, no matter what change had
occurred, the alien was still part of the cargo for which Dane was responsible. But
Meshler had not reached for the brach.
You are under arrest. He looked around, catching them one by one with his
straight stare, as if challenging them to deny his authority. If we wait for a search
party from Trewsport, it may be too late. I have my duty. If Cartls holding is in
danger, my first duty is there. But you loosed this danger; therefore, you have a
duty also-
We have not denied that, Tau returned. We have done the best we could to
insure that the port was not infected.
The best you could? With these dragons loose to attack a holding?
What I cant understand, Dane said slowly, his words aimed at Tau, is how
they can withstand the cold. They were let out in the very early morning. I
expected to find them frozen. Reptiles cannot take cold-
Lathsmers-Meshler corrected-are not reptiles. And they are well adapted to

cold. They are acclimated for Trewsworld winters before they are decanted at
hatching.
But I tell you, Dane said angrily, these are not your lathsmers-but probably the
million-year-back ancestors of them. They are certainly reptiles to look at!
We cant know just what they are-Tau corrected him-until we have a chance to
run them through a diagnostic lab. Their immunity to cold might well be a part of
their conditioning the ray did not affect.
We have no time to argue about their nature! Meshler stated firmly. We hunt
and find them, before they cause more trouble. First I beam in my report. You
stay here.
He shouldered past Ali and went out the hatch, slamming it behind him. Kamil
spoke to Tau.
What is going on?

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We would all like to know a few details, Tau answered wearily. When we
landed, there was already information out-we had come in under suspicious
circumstances. Then, we had to report a death on board-
But how? began Shannon.
Just so, how? Tau returned. We had not had time to report. We answered with
the truth, showed them the body. I gave the port doctor my conclusions. They
wanted his papers. When we told them he carried yours and showed them that
mask, they were, or pretended to be, incredulous. Said they didnt think any such
switch could be pulled without our knowing, that an imposture could not be
maintained throughout the voyage, which is probably true. That being so, they
logically went on to a new point, what would bring a man to stow away.
So you told them about the box, Ali supplied.
We had to at that point, since the lab people were yammering all over the place
for their brachs-as well as the settlers for the embryos. We could have said one
shipment was coming later but not both under the circumstances. Jellico has
demanded a Board of Trade hearing. In the meantime, the Queen is impounded
and the rest of the crew in custody. They sent this Meshler out to pick you up-
with me to handle the brachs, since by trade law they have to have a medical
officer for a live cargo.
I-S behind this, you think? Rip demanded.
I dont believe so. There is still the problem of a big company doing a
complicated plan to make trouble for one Free Trader. And it is not that we
nudged them out of this mail contract. It had been Combine property for years.
No, I think we were just handy, and someone used us. Maybe the same thing
might have happened to a Combine ship if it were still on mail run.
Craig-Dane had been only half listening, his thoughts turning in another
direction-that dead man, could they have meant him to die? Was he expendable
and that was why they didnt care if he lived long enough to be taken for a
stowaway?
Could be true. Only why-?
And why, and why, and why? Rip threw up his hands in a gesture of scattering
unanswerable questions to the four points of the compass.
But Ali had picked up the stone Dane had brought from the wrecked crawler. He
turned it around, studying it.
Trewsworld is strictly an Ag planet, isnt it? Agriculture the only occupation?

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Thats been its rating.
But dead prospectors in the bush, with a lock bin broken open? Where was this
exactly? Ali shot that question abruptly at Dane.
Caught in under the melted door. I thought someone had swept out the contents
in a big hurry and overlooked this sliver when it wedged fast.
Rip looked over Alis shoulder at the stone. Looks like ordinary rock to me.
Ah, but you arent a mineralogist, nor are any of us. Ali weighed the rock in his
hand. I have a distinct feeling that somehow an answer to all of this is hovering
right under our noses, but we are just a little too dense to grasp its importance.
He was still holding the rock when the hatch creaked open and Meshler was again
with them.
You-he pointed to Shannon-stay here. There will be a guard ship from the port
to pick you up. And you, also. This time his pointing finger singled out Ali. But
you and you, and this-this creature you say can sniff out the dragons of yours-will
come with me. We take the flitter and pick up those things and do it quickly!
For a moment it seemed that Shannon and Kamil might protest, but Dane saw
them look to Tau, and though there was no change of expression on the medics
face, Dane believed they had received some message not to interfere with
Meshlers arrangements.
For the second time Dane fitted the brach into the pack, the alien making no
protest, as if he had been able to follow their conversation and knew the purpose
of this second expedition. And neither did the ranger demand Dane turn over his
stunner before they went out to the flitter.
We go first to Cartls, Meshler announced in his authoritative voice. He

motioned Dane to the side seat by his own at the controls, the Terran settling the
brachs pack on his lap, while Tau had one of the rear seats.
Whatever else he might be, the ranger was an expert pilot. Perhaps flitter flight
was the normal travel for one representing the law in this wide territory. He
brought them up effortlessly, swung the nose of the craft to the southeast, and
pushed the speed to high.
It seemed only seconds until they flashed over the river. Then there were billows
of the fat-leaved trees under them again, almost as if the forest were another kind
of water. The brach sat quietly on Danes lap, its head thrust well out of the
coverings. The cabin was warm enough so none of them pulled up their hoods,
and as that horned nose swung back and forth a little, Dane could almost believe
that it quested for some scent.
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Suddenly it pointed to the right, more to the westward than their present line of
flight. The brachs voice echoed thinly in the mike of Danes hood.
Dragons, there-
Meshler, startled, turned his attention from the controls. The brachs nose
continued to point as if registering to some signal.
How do you know? the ranger demanded.
Dane repeated his question for translation.
Dragons hungry, follow meat-
Hunting! Well, hunger certainly had an emotional side, and it could be very sharp
in a feral creature. But Meshler did the flying. Would he allow them to be hunters
in turn, or would he insist upon keeping to his original course? Before Dane could
urge the hunt on him, the ranger turned, and the brachs nose, as if it were indeed
an indicator geared to the controls, now pointed directly ahead.
Holding, Meshler informed them. Scattered among the stumps were odd
enclosures of poles, not set tightly together to form fences but placed at even
distances, apparently to support rungs or rails. And in the light of the afternoon,
they could see that most of those had a living burden which pushed, jostled, and
shot out long necks to peck at companions crowding too close. Lathsmers!
They let them run loose-no guards? wondered Dane, remembering the antline-
and perhaps Trewsworld had native predators, too.
Meshler made a sound that might pass for a laugh.
They have their own defenses. Now even a man comes in such fields without a
stunner. Though if you go in in a crawler and take it slow, they dont seem to
notice. There arent many things big or tough enough to take on a covey of
lathsmers.
The brach on Danes lap screeched, not any intelligible word, as they flew on, out
over a battlefield where a bloody melee was still in progress.
The roosting rails of the lathsmers at this point were fewer than in the first field,
and they were clear of the birds. There were some battered bodies ripped and
limp on the ground. But two of the rightful inhabitants of the roost were still on
their feet, shooting out heads, naked of feathers, murderous beaks spear-pointed
at their enemies.
Those were-Dane could not at first believe what his eyes reported. The embryos
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that had hatched had been then about the size of the female brach. These things
were a little larger than the lathsmers. Their quick attacks, feints, use of talons,
lashing tails, battering wings on which they could raise high enough to threaten
the lathsmers from above, could have all belonged to adults fully matured and
seasoned by many such forays.
They-theyve grown! His amazement made him state the obvious. He still could
not believe that a single day or two days could have produced such alteration.
Those your dragons? And you expect me to believe them just decanted?
Meshler was incredulous, as well he might be. But they were the same things Rip,
Ali, and Dane had installed in the cage-in miniature then.
They are.
Meshler brought the flitter around, for they had swept well over the site of the
savage struggle. They swooped down. Dane believed the ranger was trying to
frighten the dragons away from the remaining lathsmers. He had his own stunner
ready. They would have to come within closer range before he could use it.
Meshler fumbled with one hand in the front of his tunic. Now he held out to Dane
an egg-shaped ball.
Push in the top pin, he ordered. Drop it as close to them as you can when we
go over again.
Once more they had skimmed away from the battle. Dane opened the window to
his right, moving the brach down between his knees for safekeeping, and leaned
out ready to drop the ovoid.
Meshler was taking them even closer to the ground on his third pass. Dane only
hoped he could judge distance. His thumb sent the plunger even with the surface
of the ball, and he let it go. The ranger must have gunned the flitter, for their
forward sweep was at such a sudden excess of speed as to pin Dane against the
seat, but as they went, the speed decreased, and when the craft turned once more,
they had fallen to a landing rate.
Landing here among the stumps on rough terrain where brush had been grubbed
out without regard for smoothing was going to take maneuvering. They headed
once more for the broken roost. But now around those splintered poles curled
greenish vapor, which whirled before it broke into thin wisps and rose up and up
to disappear well above the height at which they now flew.
Of the creatures that had, only moments earlier, been engaged in ruthless war,
there was nothing to be seen, unless they had joined the bodies on the ground.
Meshler set down in the only possible open space, still some distance from the
raided roost.
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Dane left the brach in the flitter, running with Meshler and Tau toward the scene
of the struggle. If the dragons had come originally to hunt for food, perhaps the
resistance of the lathsmers had sealed the fate of the whole covey. Or else it was
not mere wanton killing on the dragons part but defense against the fighting
prowess of creatures they had underestimated.
The dragons and the last two of the lathsmers were lying as they had fallen, but
they were not dead. The discharge of the vapor had had much the same effect as
that of a stunner beam. Meshler stood over the mutants, studying them.
You say these are the ancestors of the lathsmers? He sounded unconvinced, and
had Dane not seen them crawl from the embryo containers, he would have been
as hard to satisfy.
Unless they were shipped wrongly, Tau commented. But I think you can forget
that. These were snoop-rayed at the port of Xecho-routine-but the field experts
dont miss anything.
Meshler stooped, lifted the edge of a wing, which was ribbed with rubbery skin
spreading between the ribs, then allowed it to fall back against the scaled body,
where snorting breaths expanded and contracted wrinkled, repulsive skin.
If your trick box can do this-
Not our box, Dane corrected. And remember the antline-that box is probably
not the first of its kind.
Report! Meshler spoke as if to himself. Now- He brought a tangler from his

belt, a weapon meant to render any prisoner completely immobile. He used it
with expert care, leaving each of the dragons well encased, limbs, tail, wings, and
cruelly toothed jaws.
They dragged them back to the flitter, loading them into the cargo section.
Meshler shook his head over the remains of the lathsmers. The two who had
fought to the last, he thought would survive. But the rest were dead. To report
this to the unfortunate owner must be their next move.
Hell claim damages, Meshler commented with satisfaction. And if he wants to

swear land-hurt against you all-
Dane did not know what land-hurt might be, but from the rangers tone it was
more trouble for the Queen.
Not our doing, Tau answered.
No? Your cargo was not officially discharged at the port-this part of it wasnt-so
you are still responsible for it. And if a cargo damages-
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A nice legal point, Dane thought. They were responsible certainly for damage to a
cargo, but could they be held also for damage by a cargo? He thought feverishly of
all the instruction tapes he had studied, both during his years of schooling and
after he had joined the Queen. Had such a case of this kind ever come up before?
He could not recall it. Van Ryke would know, but Van Ryke was parsecs away-in
another galactic sector-and the Spirit of Outer Space only knew when he was
going to planet to join them.
Take the shortest way. Again Meshler appeared to be talking to himself. But a
few minutes later, instead of turning east as his course had been earlier, the nose
of the small craft veered west.
Meshler gave an exclamation and thumped a fist against one of the dials on the
board. Its needle quivered a fraction but did not turn. Then he went to work,
snapping levers, pushing buttons. There was no answering alteration in their
course.
Whats the matter? Dane was enough of a flitter pilot himself to know that the
craft was now acting as if it were locked on automatics, on a set course, and that
the ranger could not break to hand control.
Tau leaned forward, his head nearly even with Danes. Look at that indicator!
Were on a control beam!
One of the dials did read that they were riding a powerful and pulling beam.
I cant break it! Meshlers hands dropped from the board. It wont answer the
manuals.
But if no one set a course-and they didnt- Dane stared at the dial. Automatics
could be set, even locked securely. But none of them had done that, and though
they had been engrossed in getting the dragons on board, no one could have
approached the flitter without being seen.
Contact beam, Meshler said thoughtfully, but that is impossible! There is

nothing in this direction. Oh, a few wandering hunters, maybe. And the Trosti
experimental station. But thats well north of here. And even they do not have the
equipment to-
Somebody has, Tau said. And it would seem your wilderness holds more than
you supposed, Ranger Meshler. How closely do you patrol it, anyway?
Meshlers head came up. There was a flush on his cheeks.
We face now half a continent of wilderness. Most of it was aerial mapped. But as
for exploring on land, we have too few men, very meager funds. And our jobs are
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to patrol and protect the holdings. Theres never been any trouble on Trewsworld
before-
If you are going to say before the Queen arrived, Dane retorted bitterly, dont.
We didnt produce a retrogressed antline, nor murder those two men in the
crawler. And we certainly didnt entangle our own ship on purpose. If we are
caught in a contact beam, it has to be broadcast from an installation. So theres
more in the wilderness than you know.
But Meshler did not seem to be listening. Instead, the ranger activated the com,
holding the mike in his hand and rattling off a series of letters that must have
been in code. Three times he repeated that, waiting each time for a reply. Then, as
nothing came, he hung the mike back on its hook with a small shrug of his
shoulders.
Com out, too? Tau asked.
It would seem so, Meshler answered. And still the flitter bored into a coming
dusk of twilight, heading west into what the ranger admitted was the unknown.
9. HUNTERS OF MEN
The dark closed in, but when Dane would have snapped on the lights of the flitter,
as Meshler made no move to, the ranger caught his wrist.
No use letting ourselves be seen, he explained, and Dane was disconcerted at

his own instinctive but perhaps dangerous move.
Where are we? Any clue? Tau asked.
Southwest! To our reports there is nothing here but the wilds, Meshler
returned. Have I not said that?
This Trosti station, persisted the medic. With what are their experiments
concerned? Ag work, veterinary procedures, or general research?
Ag work, but not altogether for Trewsworld. They have a conditioning-for-export

license. But they are of no concern. I have visited them on my rounds. We are
well past that site, plus the fact that they had no installation capable of a beam
such as this.
Trosti, Tau repeated thoughtfully. Trosti-
Vegan Trosti. This is one of the foundations set up under his will, Meshler
supplied.
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Vegan Trosti! Dane thought of the hundreds of rumors and supposedly authentic
stories about Vegan Trosti. He was one of those men possessing what Terrans
used to claim was a golden touch. Every invention he backed, every exploration
he financed, was a success, pouring more and more credits into his hoard. No one
had ever learned just how much wealth Trosti had amassed. At intervals he made
over some astronomical sum to a research project. If that paid off, and they
regularly did, the profit went to the lucky planet giving it a base.
There were, of course, the other tales, too, such as grew from the shadow of such
a man-that his luck was not always a matter for open investigation; that some
of the research projects could not bear too open a scrutiny, or that they carried on
programs on two levels, one that could be reviewed openly, the other masked by
the first and for purposes far less advantageous for the public.
But, though such rumors had become legends also, there had never been one bit
of proof they were true. And the credit side of Trostis ledger was very impressive.
If he had made any mistakes or taken any steps along another road, such were
buried and forgotten.
So had Vegan Trosti lived, a power about whose person practically nothing was
known. He shunned publicity with an almost fierce hatred. There were stories
that he often worked among his own employees-especially on explorations-
without their knowing it. When he disappeared, he had set up such a tight legal
control of his empire, insuring that it was to be used for knowledge and general
good, that he was looked upon on many worlds as a hero, almost a demigod.
How he had disappeared was not known, in spite of the investigation of the
Patrol. It seemed that his deputies simply came forward some planet years back
and announced that his private ship was long overdue and that they had their
instructions in such a case to dissolve his holdings, carrying out his express
commands. They had proceeded to do so, in spite of a bright beam of publicity
allowing no concealment.
The story was that he had set off on one of his expeditions and that he had ceased
to report regularly as he had always done. Following the time order he had left,
his men moved to do as he wished should such a circumstance arrive.
Never had anyone learned anything about his early years. His past, beyond a
certain point, was as blank as his final ending. He was a comet that had shot
across the inhabited galaxy and left changes on those worlds it touched.
Were losing altitude, Meshler suddenly exclaimed.
Something else- Once more Tau leaned forward so that his head and shoulders
were close to the two before him. See here? His arm was a dark shadow in the
dusky cabin, but what he held out for them had its own light about a dial. On the
face of that, a needle quivered to the right, and from it came a buzzing, which
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seemed to Dane to grow even stronger.
What-? began Meshler.
There is radiation ahead, radiation of the same type but stronger than that from
the box on the Queen. I think we are going to have some answers to questions
shortly.
Listen- Dane could not see the rangers face. It was only a lightish blur in the
gloom, but there was a note in the others voice he had not heard before. You say
this radiation turns a thing back through time, retrogresses it-
All we have is the evidence of the embryos and the brach, Tau said.
Well, suppose it affected us. Could it?
I dont know. That box was brought on board the ship by a human. Thorson saw
it being handled by an alien woman. Of course, they may have sent their
messenger on board to die, but I dont think so. They needed the Queen to ferry
their cargo here, and the ship could not have been handled by a crew who
retrogressed as rapidly as the animals it affected. We would not have been able to
come out of hyper. But if the radiation is stepped up, then I am not sure-
And you say thats the same radiation ahead?
By the reading on this, yes.
But what he might have added to that was never said, for the flitter gave a sudden
downward swoop. Meshler cried out and wrestled with the controls-to no
purpose. He could not wrench the craft from the force pulling it earthward.
Crash aid! Dane sensed rather than saw the pilots hand swing out to hit the
panic button. He did the same on his side of the cabin. How much time did they
have? Enough? The ground was only a dark mass, and he had no idea of how fast
they were falling to meet it.
He felt the soft spurt of safe-foam on his body, curdling around it in the
protective device of the flitter. It twined and coiled as he sat. Now it was as high
as his throat, about his chin. He followed crash procedure, settled back in his
seat, and shut his eyes as the protective covering jellied in around the three of
them and the brach. Dane should have warned the brach, but he had forgotten all
about the creature, who had been so quiet, and now it was too late.
Relax. His mind fought his nerves. Relax, leave it to the protective jelly. Tense up
and he would delay the safety factor in that. Relax. He set his will to that now.
They struck. In spite of the safe-foam, it was a jar that knocked Dane into
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semiconsciousness. He did not know how long it was before he regained his
senses enough to grope for the release catch on the cabin door to his right. He
had to fight the pressure of the jelly to do that, but at last his fingers closed on the
bar, but his half hold was torn loose as the door was opened with a sharp jerk.
The jellied foam slipped toward that opening, carrying him with it as he struggled
feebly to break free.
The safe-foam was being torn away. A great scarf of it fell from his head and
shoulders. He opened his eyes into a blinding glare of beamer and blinked,
unable to see, nor as yet able to understand what had happened. They had
crashed and then-
Hands pulled him free of the foam with no care or gentleness. Speed seemed to
be the thing desired. When he could stand, he was jerked to his feet, the beamer
still so centered on him that he could not see who held it or the faces of the men
who stripped off the jelly. There were two of them, and when they had done, they
swung him expertly around and applied a tangler to his arms and wrists behind
his back. Now he was as safely their prisoner as if they had encased him from
shoulder to waist in plasta of the quick-drying sort.
Having made sure of him, they gave a shove that sent him staggering forward
until he bumped against a surface with painful force. With that to steady him, he
edged around. The bedazzlement left by the beam straight in his eyes was
wearing off. He could see, though the men who were working on Tau remained
only shadowy figures.
Dane never knew how many of them there were, for he was sure some of the
party kept out of sight, using the beamer as a cover, but they worked with such
efficiency that one could believe this was an action in which they had been
drilled.
They had all three from the flitter under control. But they had not brought out the
pack with the brach! Didnt they know about the animal, or didnt they consider
the alien important?
The jelly, once exposed to the air, would disappear as the strips pulled from the
prisoners were already doing, so that the brach would be freed shortly by himself.
But the alien might be so terrorized by the crash and the jellied foam that-Dane
did not know what he expected of-or for-the brach. Then he heard the crashing of
what could only be a crawler in progress toward them, and he hoped the alien
would escape notice.
A line snaked out of the dark into the path of the beamer, was hooked fast to the
fore of the flitter, and that mass of wreckage began to move, complainingly, under
the steady pull of the crawler. Dane was not to see its eventual destination. A
hand caught his shoulder, dragged him away from his support, but continued to
push him along over a very rough path, where he stumbled and would have gone
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down several times if the unseen guard and guide had not kept his hold.
They came at last into a clearing, where a rock ledge jutted out to make a roof
over a camp. There was a portable cooker there and other gear piled under the
overhang, enough to suggest their captors had been there for some time and were
well equipped.
There was also a diffuse lamp, which gave a subdued light. It had been set on
lowest level, as if the campers begrudged the need for it at all.
In that glow Dane was able to see the three men who had brought them in. They
wore regulation one-piece hunting suits with the instrument- and tool-hung belts
of those venturing into the wild on a planet not native to them. All three were
Terran or Terran colonial stock. But the one who rose from beside the lamp at
their coming was not.
He was of a species strange to Dane, very tall, so that he had to hunch his
shoulders and incline his head under that roofing ledge. In the light his skin was
yellow (not brown-yellow, as one of ancient Terran Oriental stock might be, but a
brighter hue). And his eyes and his teeth as he opened his mouth gave off
fluorescence-the eyes being ringed with some glowing substance.
His hair was scant and grew in ring patches, with even spaces between, about a
skull that rose to a cone-dome at the top. But his body, save that his arms and
legs appeared too long for the size of his torso, was like that of a Terran and
covered also by a hunters suit.
Dane wondered if Tau, with his greater knowledge of X-Tees, could name the
species. From whatever world he came, it was plain that the alien was in
command of the camp. He did not speak but gestured, and the three from the
flitter were shoved on, back against the rock wall, then pushed down, to sit facing
out into the night, while the tall alien hunkered down beside the lamp. What he
held in his hands, curiously limber hands-his fingers moved as if they were
boneless tentacles-was a com. But he did not speak into it. Instead, he used the
tips of two of those squirming fingers to beat against the mike in a swift clicking.
None of the men spoke to the prisoners, nor did Meshler ask questions. When
Dane glanced at the ranger, he saw that the man was studying the scene with an
intentness that suggested he was making a mental listing.
The strangers wore hunters clothing. Their equipment was that Dane had seen
used by sport hunters on other worlds. But if they had legitimately entered the
wilderness on Trewsworld with that excuse, they would have been licensed and
had with them a guide. There was no sign of any guide. Nor did they hear again
the crawler that had dragged away the flitter. Dane deduced that the party was
larger, and there might be a reason for the others to keep out of sight.
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Having sent his click message, the tall alien brought out a long, hooded cloak,
wrapping it well about him, and went to curl up at the other end of the camp
under the ledge. He was followed shortly afterward, not to the same place, but
into slumber, by two of the three Terrans, none of whom had so much as glanced
at their prisoners since they had herded them in. The third man remained by the
fire and held an unholstered tangler across his knee.
Dane knew little of electronics, but in this camp he saw nothing like the box from
the Queen. Nor was there anything to suggest that the powerful force that had
brought down the flitter had its source here. The puzzle that had enmeshed the
Queen gave hope of clue now and then, but none such led anywhere.
He was tired, but in his present uncomfortable position he was not so fatigued
that sleep came. Nor, when he looked at Tau and Meshler, had they succumbed
either. The sentry by the fire now and then arose to walk back and forth, dividing
his attention between a quick glance at the captives and a longer look into the
dark beyond the very limited light of the lamp.
He was on one such beat when Dane caught a flicker at the other end of the
campsite. Something moved there, and with caution. It was far too small for even
a creeping man. The brach! Though why he expected the alien to have tracked
them here, Dane could not say. The creature would be more likely to run away
from the threat of a party who had so easily taken men prisoners.
The sentry turned, and now Dane could see nothing at all. When the man came
back to the lamp, Dane was not quite sure he had ever seen anything.
Yet he kept stealing glances in that direction, being careful not to turn his head,
to attract in any way the attention of the sentry. And he was rewarded seconds
later by the sign of another flitting, this time from the protection of brush to a
second cover behind a couple of supply boxes. There was no mistaking that
silhouette-the long horned snout of the brach.
What the alien proposed to do (unless he had merely followed to cling to the
proximity of the three from the flitter because their familiarity was a forlorn
feeling of security), Dane could not guess. He had seen the brach use a stunner.
But those who had stripped them out of the safe-foam had disarmed them. And,
unless there had been some weapons in the flitter that the brach had located, he
had no chance if discovered. There was no way of communication possible, yet
Dane found himself thinking a warning over and over-not that that would carry.
The sentry got up for another of those periodic prowls, and as he turned his back,
the brach scuttled out into the open, as soundless in his passing as if he were a
shadow. Making a quick dash, the alien was now crouched beside Tau, his head
stretched at an uncomfortable angle. The horn-he was using his horn on the
cords of the tangle!
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Being what they were, those spun restrainers could not be easily cut or broken.
They were ultra elastic on the surface, yielding under pressure of knife blade but
not allowing their thick surfaces to be cut.
Yet Dane could see the small movements of the brachs head. He must be tearing
at those ties. Tau winced as if those efforts were painful, but he did not move and
held steady.
Then Taus arms flexed a fraction, and Dane knew a spurt of excitement.
Somehow the brach had broken the tangle strand. Tau was free, though he made
no move to act upon that freedom.
However, the medic leaned forward slowly, holding his body as far as he could
away from the wall, and Dane knew that the brach was wriggling through to come
to Danes own assistance. He was right, for shortly thereafter he felt the fluffy
warmth of the creature pressed tightly to him, the jerk and tug on the tangle as
the alien sawed away with the horn. Then, too, he was freed, edging away from
the wall, in turn, to give the brach a chance to reach Meshler.
The guard had completed his sentry beat and settled down again by the lamp,
though he continued to divide his watch between the prisoners and the outer
dark. He was too alert for unarmed men to make any plan not well thought out.
At last he got to his feet and went to one of his sleeping comrades to shake him
awake. Oddly enough the roughly aroused man said nothing, only accepted the
tangler and the post by the lamp, while the first rolled up in the same coverings
from which the other had just crawled. Their silence struck an odd note-it was
almost as if they could not talk.
The brach had wriggled from behind Meshler, and Dane knew that the ranger
must also be free. The alien worked his way along, using the men and shadows for
cover, finally hunkering down behind the pile of boxes that had been his first goal
upon entering the camp. The guard by the lamp was on sentry go now. Just as he
reached the most outward point of his beat, the brach moved. Dane could not
quite make out what the creature had loosened and pushed, but it rolled with a
clatter for the lamp. In the last few seconds before it struck, Dane made ready.
It had impact enough to overbalance the lamp, and the light went out. Dane and
the others threw themselves forward, out of range, or so they hoped, of any tangle
discharge. Nor did Dane try to get to his feet, but scuttled, keeping as belly-down
as he could, heading for the open. Sounds told him that his companions must be
following the same tactics.
He expected to hear a shout from the sentry, some outcry to awaken the sleepers.
There was a scuffling, and he heard the hiss of what could only be a tangler
discharged. But if that touched anyone, it was not him.
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Then he was out, getting to his feet. He brushed against another body, flailed out
with his arm, and felt the slick surface of a thermo jacket. A hand caught his,
linked fingers, and together they made what speed they could into the thick brush
lying to the right of the ledge. That vegetation would deflect any tangler. But
surely their captors had more dangerous weapons-
Tau?
Yes! The whisper was from his side.
Meshler?
I dont know, the medic whispered.
They had no way of keeping their forced entry into the brush silent. The crackle of
their passing must be a loud announcement of their path to their late captors.
Then Dane was brought up short as a pair of hands seized him, and he swung
about, aiming a blind blow at his assailant.
Quiet! There was no mistaking the rangers voice. Take it smooth-easy!
He tugged Dane along, and Danes own hold on the medic drew him in turn. The
ranger certainly had, Dane decided, an extraordinary degree of night sight, for
they were no longer threshing about in brush, though that did beat at them as
they threaded a way along, either following a winding path or going through a
thinner area of growth.
Their best pace was not a good one. Dane still wondered why there had been no
sounds of alarm from the camp. Then came a sudden spring of light. The diffuse
lamp must not only be working again but also turned higher. Only the fugitives
were screened by the growth in between.
The plates in their space boots clicked on a more solid surface, and the brush was
gone. Walls of some kind rose dark and solid on either hand. Dane looked up. He
could see a narrow strip with a star or two emblazoned in it.
Something brushed his knee. He broke his hold on his two companions and
stooped to feel the brach. The alien was shivering, and Dane held him close while
he unsealed the seal of his thermo jacket and pulled it around them both.
What is it? whispered Meshler.
The brach-hes cold. Dane wondered how long the creature had suffered the
cruel night air.
Does it-he-know where the flitter is? Meshlers whisper was urgent.
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In handling the brach, Dane had discovered the alien still wore the translator.
Now he pulled at his hood and whispered into the mike, The flying thing-where
is it?
In a hole-in the ground. To his relief the alien answered promptly. Dane had
thought that he might be half conscious from cold.
Where?
The brach wriggled in his hold and Dane felt his head bump against his chin as it
turned, pointing left.
Left-in a hole, he says, Dane reported to the ranger.
Meshler started so confidently in that direction that it was as if he could see

clearly. But when the Terrans stumbled and lagged, he came back.
Hurry!
Do us no good to hurry if we get broken bones for it, Tau returned reasonably.
But, Meshler began, this is open ground.
In the dark, countered Tau, it could be anything.
Dark? You mean you cant see? Meshler sounded honestly surprised, almost
shocked.
Not at night, not well enough to go charging along through this, Tau answered.
I did not know. Wait then! Meshlers indistinct figure twisted about. Then the
end of a belt flapped into Danes reach. Link together-Ill lead.
As soon as Dane caught the belt and Taus hand was set on his shoulder, the
ranger stepped out as confidently as if he held a beamer focused on the path
ahead.
Still this way? he asked a moment later.
This way? Dane relayed through the translator to the brach.
It is so. Soon big hole-
Dane supplied that information. And soon indeed did they come to a big hole-a
break from the height on which they stood, leading to an unknown dark plunge.
You see anything? he asked.

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Theyve finished off the flitter, Meshler returned bleakly. But well need
supplies-if theyve left any.
The belt was suddenly hanging limp and loose in Danes grasp, and he heard
sounds that must mean that Meshler was descending to the flitter.
10. THE TRAP
This was no time to stop to explore wreckage, Dane protested silently. With that
lamp blazing behind, the hunt must be up. And who piloted the crawler that had
dragged the flitter here? Those extra members of the enemy party might well be
closing in on them now!
He remembered the brachs ability to trace by reading emotions. Surely that cast
off by a hunting party would be strong enough for the alien to detect.
Do others come? he murmured into the translator. Dane felt the brach shift its
position against him and knew that the alien was turning his head as if the long
nose were the pickup of some super radar.
Behind, not elsewhere-
Rocket blast and beam burn Meshler! They had to get out of here, and the ranger
had left them more or less trapped while he went nosing around the useless
wreck. It was a fact-it must be-that those who had taken them captive would not
have left weapons down there. Or would they? Suppose they were trying to make
the whole mess seem an accidental wreck. Then surely they would not have
looted it. But a wreck needed bodies-
A chill threaded along Danes spine. Bodies had been to hand, ready for when
they were needed to complete that cover-up. Perhaps they had wanted
information first, before they were ready to turn live captives into dead bodies.
And the longer the three lingered here-the four, Dane reminded himself (for the
brach had proved so far the most useful member of their party)-the more certain
it was that the plan on the part of the enemy might just be successful.
Weve got to get out of here! He stated the obvious to Tau. Whats the use of
his prowling around down there? Theyll catch up with us soon.
Do you want to try it on your own? queried the medic. Its apparent Meshler
has night sight to a surprising degree. Unless those jacks share it, he can cut a
trail they can follow only slowly.
Jacks? Dane caught the one word that should not have surprised him as much
as it momentarily did, for this was plainly an illegal group operating under cover,
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though jacks did not usually go in for elaborate planning. Strike and get away was
their general pattern.
What would they want here?
Who knows? Maybe Meshler does, or he ought to. Listen!
They froze. Dane felt the medic tense as they stood, shoulder touching shoulder.
That sound did not come from behind; it was from below. Meshler climbing up?
Dane hoped fervently that was true.
Let us go. Meshlers voice sounded from almost at Danes feet. The Terran
started back and felt the belt jerk and tauten in his hand. And then, towed as he
had been before, Taus hand on his shoulder, Dane followed the ranger. At
intervals, Meshler whispered some terse direction to follow, but he did not say
what he had found at the wreck, though a bundle slung over his shoulder now
and again bumped against the hand with which Dane held the belt.
They made better time than Dane had hoped, though he was so confused by the
dark that he could not have told in which direction they were now headed. If they
were on their way back to the grounded LB, there must be several days of
tramping before them. So perhaps Meshlers search of the wreck for supplies was
necessary.
Time meant nothing. At intervals Meshler halted to give them a breather. Dane
and Tau took turns carrying the brach inside their jackets. The small alien no
longer shivered but felt warm and relaxed when it was Danes turn to assume his
weight again, so the Terran hoped he had taken no ill from his period in the
nights cold.
Dawn found them in a place of rocks, which were wind and erosion carved into
weird and amazing shapes. Block masses of apparently great weight were
supported on conical pillars. All of the large outcrops were riddled with holes and
crevices, some almost the size of a small cave. It was an excellent place to take
cover for longer than a breathing halt, and apparently Meshler selected it for that
very reason.
Dane had not realized how tired he was until he hunkered down in the place the
ranger chose, a niche between several rocks. Tramping in space boots was not an
exercise he would recommend. While there was no more tough and sturdy
footware to be found on any world, the weight of their magnetic sole plates made
tired feet feel as if they had a massive bracelet of iron soldered about the ankles.
Loosen the seals. Tau leaned forward to snap up those on his own as he spoke.
But dont take them off-not if you want to get them on again in a hurry.
Even the loosening of the tight seals gave a measure of relief that made Dane
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sigh. Meshler opened the bag he had brought from the flitter. Now he drew from
it a single ration tube. Dane could have squeezed all its contents into his own
mouth, but good sense told him that Meshler was right as the ranger measured it
in fours, carefully sucking only the first quarter before he passed it to Tau. The
medic squeezed the second portion out on a rock, from which the brach, shooting
out a long, pale tongue, licked it in two passes. And having taken his own part,
Tau passed the now almost flat tube to Dane, who finished it off as slowly as
possible, hoping to feel less hungry when it was down.
Of course, E-ration was highly sustaining. A man could keep going on a portion of
a tube such as they had just shared out. But it was like a taste of a dish when one
wanted to scoop the whole of its contents onto ones plate,
Were heading north. How far back is it to the LB or to that holding you spoke
of? Dane wanted to know when he was sure there was no infinitesimal bit left in
the tube.
Too far-both-to make without transportation, was Meshlers daunting reply.

We cant go on foot with very limited rations and no weapons-
I thought you said there were no really dangerous animals, Dane argued. He
dared not accept the rangers dark point of view.
We are hunted men, Tau reminded him. Very well, if we cant strike north,
what do we do?
The crawler- Meshler fastened the bag. Also, this- He held out something to
Tau, and Dane recognized the detect with which Tau had picked up the radiation
when they were helpless in the beam-controlled flitter.
Does it still work? the ranger asked.
Tau inspected it carefully and then pressed a button on the top. Straightway the
needle came to life and spun to point directly at the man who held it.
It works. Now, in which direction was that camp? I am so turned around that I
dont know north from south.
There- Meshler stabbed a finger to Taus left with such confidence that they had
to believe him.
Then the source of the radiation is not there.
No equipment in sight, Dane observed.
That box was compact. They could have had something like it buried. But this
says that direction- The medic motioned over his own shoulder.
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No way of telling how far away? Meshler asked.
No, except the beam is stronger.
The ranger leaned his head against the rock behind him. We cannot make it on
foot, even as far as Cartls holding. And that is the southernmost outpost. He
might have been thinking aloud as he imparted that gloomy information. A
crawler is slow and heavy, and it is not normally used far from a base camp,
where it can be maintained.
Those prospectors had a crawler, Dane broke in.
They must also have had a camp, Meshler returned heavily. And this one,
under the ledge-he came back to the present problem-is a temporary one only.
Therefore-
We head straight back into their hands? flashed Dane. Are you space-whirly,
man?
I am ranger trained. Meshler showed no annoyance at Danes impatience.

Those men in hunters clothing-I do not think they were hunters.
We have no weapons, Tau reminded him. Or did you pick some up at the
flitter?
No. It is my belief they would have been put back on us when we were returned
to the scene. These men will be after us, yes, but they will expect us to head north.
If we go south and get that crawler-or other transport-we have a chance.
Otherwise- He did not finish that sentence. His eyes closed, and Dane suddenly
realized that the trip through the night must have been a double strain on the
ranger playing eyes for three men.
I take first watch? Tau looked to Dane.
He wanted to say no, but he could not pull that denial out of the weight of fatigue
that deadened his body. First watch, he agreed, and as he settled back against
the stone, much in Meshlers position, he was already half asleep.
When Tau aroused him for sentry duty, the pale winter sun was high overhead,
and there was actually a mild sensation of warmth. By chance or design, Meshler
had chosen their pocket stronghold well. It faced northwest-the direction from
which they might logically expect their pursuers to come. And the only way
anyone could get at them was up a narrow strip of open climb, steep enough so
that a couple of well-placed boulders could be rolled down it. Only, such boulders
did not exist nearby as Dane discovered when he crawled stiffly out of the half
cave and stretched his arms and legs, though keeping in the shadow of the rocks.
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Some flying things cruised the air, soaring and dropping on spread wings that
flapped only once in a while, but those were clearly native to this land. At ground
level nothing moved. Dane longed for a pair of distance lenses-they should have
been in the flitter, but now they might as well be in one of the pockets on
Trewsworlds well-cratered moon for all the good they did him.
Meshlers proposal to go on into the heart of what might be enemy territory

apparently made sense to the ranger, but Dane was dubious. Now as he squatted
at the entrance to their shelter, the brach crawled out from between Meshler and
Tau, where he had been cradled in their warmth, and came to Dane, sitting up
next to the Terran.
Are there any below? Dane said to the hood mike.
The long head turned in a slow swing right to left and back again.
No one comes. Hunter there- The alien indicated one of the wheeling winged
dots. It hungers, it waits-but not for us.
Dane had confidence in the brachs senses, but not enough to lead him to forsake
his vantage point and watch on the land below.
There have been- the brach continued.
Been what? Dane prodded.
Been men here.
Here! Dane was startled.
Not in this place, below-there- Again the brach pointed, downslope to the left.
How do you know?
Machine smell. It seemed to Dane that long nose raised in a gesture of distaste.
Not now-but once.
Stay here-watch, Dane told the brach. He could see no tracks of any machine.
But if the crawler had passed this way, then it would have left some and a trail
they could follow. Better than just striking off into the blue with Taus detect as
their only guide.
He took all precautions, working his way downslope, though, he thought with a
wry grimace, doubtless to one of Meshlers training he probably made every
mistake in the manual. When he reached the point to which the brach had
directed him, he discovered the alien was right. There were deep indentations of a
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crawlers tread-and on a rock a smear of oil, which must have alerted the
sensitive nose of the alien.
Allowing for the twists of a passage made to take every advantage of any ease on
the very rough ground here, the trail did run to the south, not quite in the same
direction as Taus detect, but enough so to suggest that end of trail and radiation
had a common source. He traced it only a short distance, having no mind to be
spotted by any jack traveler. Dane was not long back in position at the opening of
the shelter before Meshler roused. He moved out to join the Terran. Dane
reported his discovery, only to see the ranger slink down with caution, returning
shortly thereafter.
Not a regular road, he said as he reached for the pack to bring out another
ration tube. The thing only went through there once, and it was in difficulties.
The oil smear? Dane asked.
That-and one of the treads had a frayed edge. It might well have been heading in
for repairs, taking a shortcut. He again measured off four sections on the tube,
being meticulously just.
Having eaten his own portion, he squeezed out one for the brach before handing
the tube to Dane. And the Terran, finishing his share, put the tube near Taus
hand for his awakening.
Nothing else? the ranger asked.
No. He agrees to that. Dane indicated the brach, licking his muzzle with his
long tongue.
We go on, in the dark. Meshler lifted his head much as did the brach when
sniffing. Clear tonight-a fuller moon-
Not that that would make much difference, thought Dane. Meshler might declare
a night to be clear, as it probably was for him, while it remained dark to the
Terrans.
It was late afternoon, and Dane had dozed off again when he was roused by Tau.
Once more they shared a ration tube, and then Meshler signaled a move. The sun
was halfway down behind some sawtoothed mountains, and already shadows
were reaching out in dusky advance.
Relying on the brachs warning, Dane carried the alien within his jacket, though
having to leave it unsealed to do so meant that some of the warmth was lost. They
started out along the track left by the crawler. Before the light had entirely gone,
they came across one place where the chewed-up soil suggested the machine had
stalled, to be dug loose. The scuffed marks left by boots were too badly blurred to
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let them guess how many passengers the vehicle had carried.
The detect in Taus hand continued to point in the same general direction.
However, the medic reported that the amount of radiation was not mounting. It
was the brach who about midnight or thereabouts gave them their warning.
Things- Its pipe sounded in Danes hood mike. Danger-
Men? he asked quickly.
No. Like dragons-
Dane repeated that to his companions. Meshler was in the van. Again his head
went up as Dane could see in the thin light of the half-moon; again he seemed to
be sniffing. That stink! The word burst out of him.
Dane turned his head, coughed, and choked. Stink-stench was right! Far worse
than the bad odor of the things hatched from the embryo containers, or even the
smell of the antline-and so thick that they might be standing on the verge of an
offal dump.
Theres a force field there. Tau held out the detect, and they saw that the needle
quivered back and forth. So warned, Dane was able to make out the faint blue
haze that formed a wall directly ahead. What faced them now was a dark, tangled
mass of vegetation, but between them and it was the force field, and for that Dane
was secretly glad. To plunge into that mass in the dark was more than he cared to
do, whether Meshler could pilot them or not. And the stench plainly came from
that direction.
Crawler tracks turn left. Meshler followed them. Dane reluctantly did the same,
Tau falling into step beside him. The Terran guessed that the medic was no more
pleased with this than he was.
By now there was a road of sorts, or at least a way beaten flat by the treads of
crawlers. Either one had made this trip many times, or else more than one had
gone so. They paralleled the haze, which gave a wan and very ghostly light to the
road they followed and the growth behind it. Light enough to-
Dane did not utter that gasp. Meshler, for all his familiarity with the wild, had
voiced it, stopping short, as if the force field had swung out a sudden arm to
restrain him. But Dane was as frozen.
There had been movement behind the haze. Now they looked up at something
that, in that very limited light, was enough to send any sane man flying. Only for
a second did they see it, and then it was gone. Dane could not be sure now he had
really seen it at all. There was no sound, no movement, now. Only it was
something so alien that even a star voyager flinched from facing it.
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Was it-? Was it really there, Dane wanted to ask.
But Meshler was moving on, taking long strides so that the Terrans had to hurry
to catch up, slipping and stumbling in the rutted road. It was as if the ranger was
denying what he had seen, or might have seen, by that dogged advance. Nor did
any of them speak. Even the brach hung quiet, a growing weight.
The haze of the force wall curved to the right, but the road kept on. Then Meshler
halted again and flung out his arm as a barrier against which Dane ran. They
were standing on the top of a small rise. Below them the slope grew steeper,
descending to where there came the sound of water running in the night. But
across the stream was a bridge, and there were very discreetly shielded lights
placed at either end to mark it, diffuse-set on lowest beam. As far as the three on
the height could see, there was no sentry there, which did not in the least mean
that there was none in existence. Dane spoke to the brach.
Men there?
No men, the brach replied promptly.
Well have to chance it, Meshler commented as Dane passed that along.
Chances are there is no other way of crossing the stream, or they wouldnt go to
the trouble of bridging it. A crawler can usually pass through a fordable body of
water.
Dane felt very naked and vulnerable as they hurried downslope, crossed the
bridge, and dashed on into the welcome shadows ahead.
We are very close to the radiation source, Tau said as they trotted along the
crawler road. But it is more to the left.
As if his words had been an order, the path also swung left. They could still see
the haze, though there was a distance between them and it at this point, a fact for
which Dane was grateful. The road was now a narrow alley between two dark,
looming walls of brush. It had been roughly cleared. There were the remains of
roots and sapling trunks crushed and broken-wretched footing. They had to go
slow here and depend once more on Meshlers night sight and his ability to lead
them around trip-traps.
Here they could not see the haze, but that did not prevent Danes imagination
picturing the idea of that behind the growth. His half glimpse of it, he thought,
was really worse to remember than perhaps a full confrontation might have been.
The track curved again, and they saw ahead diffuse lights as if on guides. Once
more the brach, appealed to, stated there was no guard. But Dane hesitated and
found Tau joined him in that. To the Terran, to go blundering on with no better
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idea of what they might face was rank folly. He said as much firmly.
Machines, piped the brach, machines, yes-men no.
There you are, Meshler retorted when Dane reluctantly relayed the aliens
comment. We get in, take a crawler, and get out-if he continues to warn us.
Tau was moving the detect slowly from side to side. If they have a snooper
rigged, he said, the other radiation covers it.
We cant be sure they havent, Dane persisted. The feeling that they were on the
verge of a nasty trap had grown so strong in him that he could not yield to
Meshler. Ill scout ahead, the ranger returned. Stay where you are.
They could see him as a shadow between them and the lamp glow. Then he fell to
his knees and seemed to be running his hands over the rutted ground. So feeling
his way ahead, he crawled to the open space by the lamps. He did not rise to his
feet there but crawled back the same way.
No ray alarm.
How can you be so sure?
Fresh damar tracks. It went through that gate. If there is any alarm, it is set for
something going on two feet, or at least larger than a damar.
Dane had no idea what a damar might be, probably an animal. But Meshler was
sure of his facts. And he himself, with the brach reporting nothing ahead to be
feared, could not hold back on a hunch alone.
So he found himself crawling on his hands and knees between the lamps, though
he expected at any moment to hear some alarm, feel again the constriction of a
tangle loop shooting out of the dark to bring him down. In fact, he was so sure
that would happen that he could not believe they had made it, but crawled on
until he nearly ran into Meshler, standing again.
Youre safe. Was there a shadow of contempt in the rangers voice? If there was,
it did not lash Danes pride. Safety first on strange worlds was so much ingrained
in any Free Trader that an accusation of cowardice would not set his hand
seeking a stunner for reply.
With the brach still in his hold, he found it rather hard to struggle up-and was
still on his knees when what he had so constantly feared happened. It was no
alarm to shatter the night quiet, no physical assault from ambush.
There was a sudden flash on his left. And then, as Dane slewed around, ready to
run back the way they had come, he saw the haze rise between him and the
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lamps, between them and the freedom that lay ahead.
They stood in a narrow corridor, walled by a force field on either side, a blind
corridor, and that was beginning to close in, forcing them down the only open
way-to the right, buckling in upon itself and closing, to become no corridor at all
now but a wall, yet sweeping them before it as if they were in a net and that net
was being drawn in by him who had cast it.
11. SECURITY OR-?
They were being herded east, back toward the area where they had seen the
monstrous thing. And to be caught in there-! Yet there was no possible way to
defeat a force field.
Defeat a force field! The brachs had gotten through the weak field intended to
restrain the dragons. But that was a weak field. This, judging by that haze, was a
major lay-on of power. The only way would be to turn it off at its source. And
since the source must be on the other side of the wall, they might as well give that
idea up. Yet Dane kept remembering the brachs had broken that other field,
seemingly only by wishing.
The three gave ground very reluctantly before the relentless, if slow, push of the
haze. Now they halted, and they stood under one of the trees.
No alarms, eh? Dane could not resist saying that. They didnt have to have
alarms. We just triggered a trap. That may be set on automatics so they dont
have to worry about unexpected and uninvited visitors. Just let them be bagged
and collect them later.
If they collect them at all, Tau added. And the suggestion behind that was
chilling, especially as they suspected they now shared the roaming area of that
thing.
The brach squirmed in Danes hold as if he found the Terrans arm about him
imprisoning. His head wriggled free and pointed in the direction of the haze
glowing faintly in the dark. It would not do any harm, Dane decided, to find out if
the brach possibly could get through that. He relayed to the other that thought.
The dragon screen was weak, Tau answered. But this is full strength.
They got in and let the dragons out- Meshler seized upon the optimistic side.
You think he might be able to do that for us? Come on then-!
He caught at Danes shoulder and gave him a push toward the force shield.
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Dane spoke into the translator. This thing, it is strong, but it is like that which
was about the cage. Can you make a hole in it to let us through?
The brach broke from Danes hold and went to the haze, walking hesitatingly, his
nose up and outstretched, as if he meant to tear through with his horn. But he
halted with a good space between that horn and the mist of the barrier. Then
began a slow swing of his head back and forth. He might have been measuring off
the space through which to cut a door. But, as he squatted down on his haunches,
the verdict piped out of Danes mike.
This is strong, very strong. Can maybe make small place for self-take much effort
to do that. But you are too big, and cannot hold any space for long.
Dane repeated that to the others.
So, Meshler said it-he-can get out, but not us.
There is another way, Dane suggested. If he can get out, shut off the field
broadcast-
A very long chance. Meshler sounded as if he did not believe in the success of
that.
Not too- Tau dropped to one knee, the faint radiance of the haze making of him
a silhouette. This is a general broadcast field. The energy may be stepped up, but
it is not complicated. If the brach can get through-Dane-he turned to the
younger Terran-is there any way to make him understand what to hunt for and
what he must do if he finds it?
If I had a light, something to draw on-
Tau looked to Meshler. Anything in that bag of yours to help?
Theres a belt beamer. For the rest- The ranger shook his head.
Dane knelt beside Tau, running his hands across the ground until one of his
fingers stubbed painfully on a small stick. He pulled it out of the soil, and it came
easily, so he was aware that the ground here was not iron-hard with frost.
There is a thing-he spoke now to the brach-which can be done for us all.
The alien swung around, crouching between Dane and Tau. Using his glove, Dane
smoothed a bit of ground. Meshler had been rummaging in the pack. Now he
produced a small belt beamer. Laying it by Danes hand, he unsealed and
stripped off his outer tunic, holding this as a shield behind which they could use
the light. Dane sat trying to remember force field controls. As Tau had pointed
out, those were alike and the off and on switches relatively simple.
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Somewhere-not too far- Dane began, speaking slowly and with all the
distinctness he could muster, there is a box. It will look thus. With care he used
the stick to outline a force field control. On its top are three projections, so. He
added those to the sketch. One will be turned up-thus- He drew a short line
from one dot. The other two down, in this manner. The one that is up-he
paused to blot out the first lines and redraw them-must be made to come down,
the other two to go up. This will open the wall for us. I do not know where this
box is. Perhaps you can find it, and it may be guarded by men. But it is our only
hope of freedom. Do you understand?
Understand. But do you? The brachs meaning was obscure. Perhaps he

guessed that, for now he continued with the same desire to impress as Dane had
used.
I do this-you free. What you do then for me-for mine?
A bargain! Dane was startled. He had forgotten that the brachs were cargo, that
they really had no reason to join the crew. Come to think of it, they had not even
asked the brach if he wanted to help them. They had used his particular talents as
they would those of an animal as he had once been considered.
Dane explained to Tau and Meshler. The medic spoke.
But, of course. Why should we think he would automatically go on running into

danger for us?
He freed us in that camp, cut in Meshler. If he didnt want to help us, then why
that?
We were something he needed. Dane thought he had the answer. He wanted

our protection in the wilderness.
Then hell need it now. Meshler seized upon that triumphantly. Were all in
this together.
The conditions, Tau pointed out, are not quite the same. That was wilderness.
There must be some kind of a camp or settlement near here. He doesnt need us
as much as we need him now.
What do you want? Paying no attention to his companions, Dane came to the
point with the brach.
No cage-be free with own- the alien replied promptly
The brachs were still cargo. Dane had no right to make such a decision. But
neither were intelligent beings classed as cargo-they were passengers, whether
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the authorities agreed or not. And passengers, providing they had committed no
crime on board the Queen, were free to go. Only he had no authority and could
not make a bargain-nor give empty promises. There was expediency in trade to be
sure, but there were limits past which one did not go, and the most fragile of
these dealt with contacts with X-Tee races. He would stake his whole future
career on any decision he made now. Perhaps Meshler did not realize that, but
Dane thought Tau would when he passed along the brachs request.
If hes intelligent, Meshler snapped, then he had no business in a cage. Tell

him yes and let him get us out of this cage!
But was it that simple? Suppose Dane said yes and the legalities of trade later
said no? The brachs were cargo, undischarged cargo. They had a consigner on
Xecho, a consignee waiting at the port. And would those tamely accept such a
bargain?
What are you waiting for? Meshler demanded even more sharply. If this alien
can find the controls and shut off the field, hed better get at it. Do you realize
what may be in here with us?
But Dane was not going to be pushed into what might seem betrayal in the future.
He was stubborn on that point.
I would say go free-he tried to choose his words with care, to make certain the
brach understood-but there are those greater than I who can say I am wrong. I
cannot promise they will not do that.
Tau had switched off the beamer once the drawing had been studied, and
Meshler was pulling on his jacket. Dane could not see the brach, only that its nose
pointed in his direction. Then came the aliens answer.
You feel for us. Will you speak for us?
I will. So will all of the ship.
More is needed.
I cannot promise freedom that another may say no to. That would be a wrong
thing. But I shall speak for you.
Then there shall be done what can be. If this box can be found-
The brach went to the haze, nosing around for several paces, almost as if he were
sniffing for some weak spot. Then he halted, his head down, and he stood very
still. Tau gave a small exclamation and caught at Danes arm to draw his
attention. On the dimly lighted dial of the detect, the needle was moving, picking
up speed until it was a blur. Meshlers half-choked cry brought their eyes back to
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the barrier.
To Danes sight there was no thinning of the haze, yet the brach was already
halfway through and a second or two later stood on the other side. He turned to
look back as if to reassure them and then trotted away in the direction they had
been going when the field trapped them.
We stay by the perimeter, Meshler advised, but get this as a screen around us.
He nodded to the brush.
What more he might have added was never to be heard, for there was a shrill
tearing of the night by noise, such a shriek of insanity as Dane had never heard,
sending his hands to his ears, his shoulders hunching as if that sound were a lash
laid across his body.
A second shriek and Dane saw against the faint light of the haze that he was not
the only one cowering from that outbreak of audio violence.
What-what was that? Surely as a ranger, Meshler must know the source.
Nothing that I know. The rangers voice was that of a badly shaken man.
The force field is not only a trap-Tau gave them grim understanding of what
might face them now-but it is also probably a cage. And I dont think I care to
meet what we share it with.
It would be far better, Dane decided in that instant, that the owners of this trap
come and take them out as prisoners. They dared not get too far away from the
barrier. If the brach was successful, they must be ready to make swift use of
freedom. But what they were entrapped with-whatever prowled here-must also
be faced. And they had no weapons.
Fire-a torch- That was Tau. Dane heard a crackling and saw a piece of well-
leafed bush sway violently and then separate from the trunk as the medic broke it
loose.
Do you have a striker? Tau asked Meshler.
Green stuff-may not burn, the ranger returned. But once more he delved into
the pack. Hold it away from you-well away-
What he did Dane could not see, but at last Meshler seemed satisfied.
Thats wet down with proto fuel. One spark and it will give you fire all right. You
are right in believing that fire will hold off most beasts. Only we arent sure what
roams here. Light-the beamer-might have some effect also.
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The brach went that way, Dane said. If we follow it along within the haze-
As good a way as any, Meshler agreed.
However, they did keep behind the screen of brush, and they went slowly and
carefully. There had been no second outburst of the hideous screaming, yet Dane
expected at any moment to confront some horror out of the night.
In a very short time the road made by the crawler treads swung away from the
haze again. And they lingered at that point, not wanting to venture far from the
one tie with freedom. Tau broke the silence first.
Any camp must be over there-
Dane saw the dark blot of Taus arm against the haze. The medic was pointing
along the curve of the road.
Source of radiation that way.
What I dont understand, Dane said slowly, is how an establishment of this

sort can exist and the government know nothing about it.
He expected some comment, probably an impatient one, from Meshler. When the
ranger said nothing, suspicion was bom.
You do know something! Tau put Danes thought into words. Is this a
government project then? And if so-
Yes, if so, you ought to be able to get us out!
Meshler shifted weight from one foot to the other. They could not see his
expression, but there was something about his silence that fed Danes uneasiness.
Were waiting, Tau said.
Tau, Tau ought to be able to get to the truth! The medics interests lay in the field
of native magic, which was, many times, thought control. He had consorted
with the esper-endowed (and charlatans who were able to deceive even the
astute) on many worlds. On Khatka he had unleashed his own illusions to defeat
a man who believed implicitly in his own witching powers. Dane had no
explanation for what he had seen Tau do to save him and Captain Jellico-and
perhaps the whole world-for Limbulo had been trying to snatch rule there.
Here the medic had no artificial aids for getting the truth out of Meshler. What he
must or could do would be out of his own stock of learning. Tau could make
Meshler talk if anyone on the Queen could.
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This territorys off limits. It seemed that Meshler would not need drastic
persuasion.
But you brought us here, Tau pointed out. By orders?
No! Meshlers denial was quick and emphatic. Its the truth that I told you. We
could not have gotten out on foot. This is the only way to survive, to try and find
the experimental station.
The Trosti station?
But that, according to Meshlers own former statement, was northwest from here.
Dane left the questioning wholly to Tau.
Their secondary station, not the main one. It is a top priority secret. We only
know it exists, not where it is-
Nor what they are doing there, Tau commented. Could it be you used our
dragon hunt for a chance to do some snooping? If so, by whose orders?
The Council is supposed to know, but my own department-we felt-
That you ought to be in on any secrets, too? I wonder, Tau said speculatively, if
this is more than just interdepartmental jealousy. No wonder there was trouble
after we landed. Someone-someone important-expected us to be carrying what
we dumped in the LB. Was that it?
I dont know. Meshlers voice was harsh. He might have been thinking furiously
and didnt want to share his thoughts, or he might be truly baffled.
What about that hunting party? And our flitter was beam-locked-or was it?
Yes! And I dont know any more about those hunters than you do. There was
heat and energy in this burst. I only know this is a top-security region.
Yet you allowed us to send off the brach to cut out the force control, if he could,
Tau persisted. Which means one of two things: either you knew he would fail
and you were buying time, or you have good suspicions about this-
But the medic was never to complete that sentence. There was a crashing in the
bush behind them and with it the same stench as that which had gagged them
before. It was very apparent that the thing they had seen only momentarily was
on the prowl and headed in their direction, though whether it could be definitely
hunting them-
Back! Meshlers hand caught Danes arm and pulled him along. Come on!
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Once more they must depend upon the rangers night sight, though to the left the
haze gave off its glow. They made the best pace they could, only it was away from
the road.
Dane held up his other arm to keep the whip of tough branches out of his face
and eyes. They had already ripped at his thermo jacket and drawn blood from a
thorn tear on one cheek. Then they came out of that thick growth into an open
space where the moon gave them light, and the ground beneath them was smooth
enough to run on.
To the right! That was Meshlers order. Dane obeyed, but only because he had
seen it, too, something black and tall standing well above the ground. Plainly it
was not growth but a sturdily based platform. Behind them, so close it assaulted
their ears to deafen them, came that horrible screeching.
Meshler reached the nearest support leg of the erection, leaped up, and got a
good grip on some projection Dane could not see. He climbed with speed and
then something thumped down with force, which might have pinned Dane to the
ground had it been inches closer. Tau caught at it.
Ladder! He gasped out the single word, already making use of its aid. Dane was
right on his heels. Then the medic was up and over the edge of the platform, Dane
not long in wriggling after. A push sent him rolling to one side as the ranger
grabbed the ladder, jerking it aloft.
Dane, still lying flat, wormed his way to the edge to watch for what might exit into
the thin moonlight on their trail. It came, a hunched shape moving as a black
blot. It was hard to gauge its bulk from their perch, but that it was several times
his own size Dane would swear. Though it had exited from cover on four feet, it
rose a little to shuffle on two, the forelimbs dangling loosely as it came.
The thing did not raise its head far enough for Dane to make out anything but a
dark blob, and he was just as well pleased that this was so, for the very outlines
suggested that it was a nightmare creature, while the stench of it made him sick.
Now and then it went to fours again, and he thought it did not hunt by sight but
rather by scent, and it was nosing them out. Finally it came to the standards
below the platform. If it could climb, how could they fight it off? Even though he
had not been able to assess its natural weapons, there was that about it that
suggested even to an armed man that it would prove a formidable opponent.
Meshler had been able to climb without the ladder. Could it?
An appalling shriek broke from immediately under them, and the platform itself
quivered-not from the sound, but because some heavy force beat at one of its
supports. Dane dared not lean over far enough to see what was going on below,
but it felt as if the creature was working to either pull down or push over the
nearest pillar-leg of the four supporting their perch. The blows or jerks were
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enough to set it shuddering and swinging.
Thud-jerk-thud! The creature persisted. How long before that would pay off and
the platform would collapse, taking them with it? They were cornered up here.
Yet the move to climb had seemed the best escape.
Look! Taus hand on him pulled Dane around a little. The medic was lying flat,
too, as if he thought they had a better chance of not being shaken loose that way.
Look? Where? At what? Patrol men descending via grav belts to their rescue?
This venture had already taken on so many of the incredible elements of a tridee
show that Dane could expect that traditional ending to extreme danger to be a
part of it.
But what he did see was a green-white glowing spot at or near where the monster
had earlier emerged.
12. HIDDEN BASE
The platform shuddered under them, and Dane wondered how long it would be
before it gave way under the determined assault of the thing below. Meanwhile,
that phosphorescent greenish blob flowed farther into the open.
Flowed was the best description of its progress. It was unstable in outline, as if it
were a mass of some semi-liquid substance, and the closer it approached, the less
it resembled any living creature Dane knew.
Now another odor warred with the stench of the first comer-as foul. There was a
sudden halt in the thumping of the support. Once more came the screech. From
their perch they could not see the monster below, but Dane guessed that what
approached was no companion it welcomed.
The flowing mass was huge, and its glow gave it visibility in the night. It was,
Dane speculated, about the size of the wrecked flitter. As it neared the platform, it
now and then put out projections of quivering material, white and brighter than
the main bulk of its body. All of these inclined one way, pointing at the monster
under them. But none held position long, instead sinking back into the general
mass, as if such effort was more than it could summon for any length of time.
Again the monster screeched, but it did not charge to do battle with the
newcomer, nor did it flee. It was as if it hesitated, not quite sure of the safest
course.
The blob made excellent time across the open. More and more of the projections
appeared, to point tips forward. The projections grew thinner, developing distinct
tips, taking on the style of tentacles, though still they did not stay aloft for long.
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A third screech and the monster seemed to have made up its mind. It shot
forward to the right with a speed that made it just a dark blur, a dark arm and
limb streaking down across the blob as it passed, cutting cleanly, and throwing
off the stuff of at least three tentacles, which hit the ground and began a
movement of its own, forming a small mass like the parent body. But the monster
paid no attention to that. It faced about, its forelimbs up and whirling out, as the
blob altered course, heading with less speed but with inexorable purpose for it.
Once more the first comer made a lightning-swift attack, shearing and tossing
aside what it cut away from the blob. Again those fragments combined to become
a smaller blob, moving as the first cutting had done toward the monster. The
monster was facing now not one opponent but three, though the two small ones
would seem to be far less dangerous than the main body. Twice more the thing
struck, ripping at its opponent in a frenzy, and each time it only created a new, if
much smaller, enemy.
They have it ringed! Meshler cried out. It may think its cutting that other
thing to pieces, but its really ringing itself in.
He was right. The first three blobs had become eighteen. The monster no longer
attacked with the same speed. Either it was tiring, its energy perhaps already
somewhat worn by its battle with the platform support, or else it was growing
more wary, perhaps beginning to understand, if it had a mind to comprehend,
that its efforts put it in more and more danger.
The blob now, the parent one, was less than half the size it had been when it
oozed into the open. But as it shrank, its offspring increased. Now the larger of
those were beginning to sprout short, wavering tentacles in turn. And always
those pointed to the creature around which they had built a ring.
There came a pause in that weird struggle. The monster squatted motionless now,
still facing the first blob. The others did not move. Instead the first tentacles they
put forth, to point small fingers at their enemy, now waved to each side, spinning
thinner and thinner, weaving back and forth aimlessly through the air. But that
there was method in this was quickly demonstrated. Two weaving tentacles from
separate smaller blobs touched. Instantly they united, so that the two became
one, thin and closer to the ground. And as they had managed this unification, so
did the rest. Thus the ring about their enemy was complete, save for directly
before the monster, where the parent blob lay. Perhaps its inertia was meant to
lull the victim. It would seem that way, for the first comer apparently did not see
or care that three-quarters of the way around, it was now encircled by a ribbon
band lying on the ground, momentarily quiescent.
What signal passed to produce the next move in that struggle Dane did not know,
but the two loose ends of that band flew to join themselves to the parent. As an
overstretched piece of elastic material might do, the band itself snapped against
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the back of the squatting monster, pushing it forward, screeching and flailing
wildly, until the front portion of the blob raised up, not tentacles but half its bulk,
to come down with smashing finality on its captive. It heaved and rolled from
side to side, the band now completely reunited.
Though engulfed, the monster had not surrendered. The rolling blob spun
around, changing shape constantly as the struggle within it beat and tore at its
heart. But that struggle gradually subsided. The blob tightened, drew in and in
until it was a solid-looking sphere, and there was no more movement.
Digesting, Tau said. Well, weve seen how you dont fight that anyway.
What is it? Dane turned to Meshler for enlightenment He should know

something of the native wildlife.
I dont know. The ranger was still staring, bemused, at the ball. It is not native
here.
That makes two-three, if you count what it ate, Dane said. That antline and
these two. The antline was certainly from off-world, maybe these, too.
But-Meshler turned his head as if it was a distinct effort to do so-it is against

the law to import without a certificate. The Trosti people would not-
Who said these were imported, or-if so-in these forms? Tau asked. If they have
a box, these could be retrogressions of things entirely different. The Trosti people
have a high reputation, of course, but are you entirely sure, Meshler, that this is a
Trosti undertaking?
This is top-security country under Trosti management, the ranger said slowly.
Orders can be used as a screen at times, commented the medic, and in that he
was reflecting what the Free Traders had learned long ago.
Why would anyone want monsters? Dane looked to the blob and then away. He
didnt like to remember the details of that recent struggle, though he had no
sympathy for the monster who had lost.
Maybe not monsters for the sake of monsters, Tau acknowledged. These are
probably experiments of some sort. But there are other uses for such radiation.
Suppose such a box were planted on a holding, how long could a settler stick it
out if his livestock began to mutate to this extent? It would be an excellent way to
clear off a world. Or, if they could make it work on human beings-
Dane sat up. Tau was giving voice to fears he shared. But Meshler was more
interested in the first part of the medics speculation.
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Why would they want to get rid of settlers?
You know more about your own planet than I do. Ask yourself that. I am
wondering whether that thing can climb, Tau watched the blob. Also how long
before it is hungry again-
Dane stood up. There were huge reptiles on his native world, which, engorging a
large meal, were then sluggish for days thereafter. One could never judge
unknown fauna by what one knew of other species, but they could hope this was
the case now. He turned to look for the haze marking the barrier. They should be
able to see it from here and mark out a path if the brach was successful and the
force field went out.
There is no reason- Meshler was still wrestling with the problem of the settlers
being the target. There is no reason here. And this, this kind of experiment, it
cant be known by the Council.
Good. Let us get out, and you can tell them all about it, replied Tau. Is the field
still up, he asked Dane.
Yes. The thin haze was unbroken. How long before they must conclude that the
brach had failed? And how long before that blob would uncoil and be hungry
again? Could it climb? He would rather not guess, though his treacherous
imagination kept suggesting that there was no reason in the world to believe it
could not.
Resolutely he concentrated on the matter at hand, to calculate the nearest point

of the haze. He thought that lay to the north, and he said as much.
The question is, do we stay here, or do we try to reach the field before our visitor
comes out of his after dinner trance, Tau said. Im wondering how many more
surprises may be lurking in the undergrowth.
He had gotten so far when Dane saw the flicker of the haze. Had the brach been
successful? But the barrier steadied, and he choked back his cry, only to see a
second flicker before the force field disappeared.
Its off!
We move! Tau stooped to pick up something Meshler had laid beside his pack.
It was the torch made from the branch. The medic weighed it in one hand, as if he
meditated its use as a club, then thrust the butt in his belt.
Dane took a careful bearing on the nearest point of freedom. Beyond that the land
was clear, and they could make better time. He gave a last glance at the blob, but
that remained so quiet that one could believe it a rock outcrop.
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He kicked the ladder out, feeling its weighted end thump on the ground, and
swung over. But as he descended, he continued to peer between the supports to
watch the blob. He wished that they did not have to turn their backs on the thing
to flee.
There was thick brush between them and the open, matted stuff through which
Meshler had earlier guided them. As they ran for that, Tau pulled the torch from
his belt.
How inflammable is this woods? He came level with the ranger to ask.
This is winter, and the leaves are dried. They will fall in the spring when pushed
off by new growth. What would you do?
Set a wall behind us-make sure we wont be ambushed by other nasty surprises.
Again they locked hands, and Meshler led them through the bush. When they
could see the open land, Tau brought from one of the loops of his belt a sparker
and touched it to the soaked torch. The thing blazed fiercely, and the medic
turned, whirled it about his head, and hurled it into the thicket through which
they had forced their way.
Thats a perfect beacon, Dane protested.
Maybe so, but its the best answer, short of setting on the field again-which we
cant do-to deter a tracker. I dont fancy anything from that horror pen sniffing on
my trail!
They ran, speeding out into the open. When they stumbled into the road left by
the crawlers, there was a growing line of fire behind.
Where now? Dane fully expected Meshler to turn back to the lamp-guarded
way. But instead he faced in the other direction.
We still need transportation-more than ever if they hunt us down after that- He
gestured to the fire, not only spreading a red and yellow ring at ground level, but
also now setting tall candles by igniting trees.
We just walk in and ask- Dane stood where he was. Thats about as stupid as
kicking that blob-
No. At least Meshler had some sense left. We wait. He looked about, hitching
the pack off his shoulder. That place up there might do.
The place up there was a cut made by crawler treads running between slightly
higher banks. There was cover, though of a meager sort, in some crumbling
ridges of soil. Had they blasters, it would have been a place for an ambush. Was
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Meshler thinking that the fire would draw attention-bring a vehicle here they
could take? But without weapons?
What will you do? he demanded. Wave them down?
For the first time he heard a rusty noise. Could it be that Meshler was laughing?
Something like that. If we are lucky and someone comes to see what is
happening.
He took something from his pack, but what it was Dane could not see. It
appeared the ranger was not going to explain his plan. The sensible thing was to
jet off-he and Tau-and leave Meshler to his folly, but they were not left time for
decision. The clank of a crawler in operation came to their ears.
With Tau, Dane speedily took cover behind the all-too-slight ridge. The ranger
was on the other side of the road and had so well melted into the landscape that
Dane had no idea where he lay.
Whoever drove the crawler was pushing that machine to its top speed. The engine
and frame were protesting the resulting shaking with a medley of small noises.
They could see it nosing into the cut, and it clanked on past them, while Dane
waited tensely for Meshlers attack. When that did not come, he gave a sigh of
relief. The ranger must have thought better of his wild idea.
As the crawler continued, a dark shape separated from the opposite ridge and
came down into the road. What followed Dane could not see clearly, but he
thought that Meshler had tossed something on the rear of the machine. The
crawler ground on for a couple of rounds of its treads, and then vapor began to
wreathe it in.
From the cabin sounded coughing and shouts indistinguishable to the Terrans.
The door swung open on one side, and a man threw himself out and rolled to the
ground, followed by another. There was a spat of blaster fire aimed straight up
into the night. By that Dane saw two more men drop from the cabin, clawing at
their faces and yelling. The blaster fell from the grip of whoever had held it and
lay in one of the ruts, beaming its deadly ray along the ground, sending the full of
its charge back within the narrow walls of that deep track.
Reflection from that continued to give them a limited view of what was going on.
The crawler, cabin doors hanging open, kept on, but the men who had fallen or
jumped from it were lying still. Two more had made valiant efforts to draw hand
weapons. One got his free of the holster before he went limp.
Now Meshler appeared, sprinting along beside the road, leaping for the crawler,
catching an open door, being dragged until he pulled himself up to wriggle in.
The heavy machine ground to a stop.
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The blaster still continued to discharge fire along the rut, and the two Terrans
made a careful detour by that ribbon of radiance as they ran to join the ranger.
Tau paused by the first of the crumpled figures. He did not stoop to touch the
man, only sniffed and then hurriedly drew a succession of quick breaths to clear
his lungs.
Sleep gas, he said to Dane. So he did have a weapon.
And used it brilliantly! Dane was willing to give credit. But what if only one of
those in the crawler had had time to really aim? Meshler could easily have been
crisped. He went down on one knee, caught at the discharging blaster, and
thumbed it off. With the failure of that light, he had to feel his way from one body
to the next, collecting the rest of their weapons.
But in spite of recklessness, Meshler had made his venture pay off handsomely.
They had the crawler, plus four blasters, though one was close to power
exhaustion, transportation, and arms.
Only Meshler was not yet satisfied, it seemed, when the Terrans joined him. The
crawler had come to life again and was slowly edging around. The ranger only
grunted, as if thinking of something else when the Terrans congratulated him on
his success.
Clear them off the road, will you, he said when the machine was turned to face
its source. Stow them well up on the ridge. Theyll sleep it off.
But where are you planning to go? Dane demanded.
You know how fast one of these moves? There was a shade of contempt in that
question. We can take it, sure. And then they can retake us, long before we reach
Cartls. We need a flitter, or a shuttle flier-
You believe we can just ride into their camp and pick out the kind of
transportation we want? snapped Dane.
Wont know until we try, will we? Meshler sounded reasonable, but reason and
what he suggested had no common base. Crawler came out with their men in it-
crawler comes back. Whos to know it isnt their men coming back? And you have
blasters-
Oh, it was all logical in an insane kind of way. The Terrans could pull the blasters
on Meshler, but the ranger probably knew they would not. And the crawler was
slow transport.
Light two prayer sticks to Xampbrema, Tau commented. Beat the drum,
summon the seven spirits of Alba Nuc- He might have been reciting one of the
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spells he had culled over the years. Hes mad enough to try it. We might as well
aid and abet him.
Together Dane and Tau carried the sleepers to one of the ridges, stretching them
out to await dawn or whatever waking hour the gas allowed them, while, under
Meshlers guidance, the crawler waddled past the scene of the ambush.
Anyway, he did, as Meshler had pointed out, now have a blaster, thought Dane, as
he climbed into the cabin. And the-the brach! In the push of late events, he had
forgotten the brach. Somewhere the alien must be-they could not pull out and
leave him.
What the crawler, following its own rutted trail, brought them to was a basin, oval
in shape. But when they stared down, Dane shook his head and rubbed his eyes.
There was something there-
Take it in quick! Tau gave that order sharply, as if they were confronted by
danger.
The crawlers nose dipped. There was a strange feeling of disorientation, almost
akin to that one felt on entering hyper. But they were not on board ship now.
Dane had closed his eyes almost involuntarily to keep out that queer feeling. Now
he opened them, realizing the crawler was descending a steep slope.
What lay before them was no longer affected, or else he was not affected, by the
dizzying blurring that had struck moments earlier. There were diffuse lamps out,
none of them on high, yet strong enough to have provided a beacon reaching
above the level of the basins rim. Only they had not seen them. They had been in
the dark until they slipped through that thing which acted as a lid over the valley
basin.
A sight-distort, Tau murmured. A wide-scale distort. This place could not be

seen by a flier.
But Dane was more interested now in what lay ahead. The lamps marked four
bubble structures, the usual shelters carried by any scouting camp. Beyond those
were two buildings that looked, so low were their walls and those roofed with
earth, as if they were more excavated in the ground than built above the surface.
What was more important now was a vehicle park to one side. There was another
crawler there, and beyond it a flitter, and farther still-Dane gave a muffled
exclamation, for the surface of the ground had been hollowed out and in that
large pit, balanced on its fins, was a spacer. The diffuse lamps near the rim
showed the glassy, congealed earth, proving that the ship had planeted here more
than once. Many blast-offs and setdowns, with the pilot riding in on deter
rockets, had built up that burn.
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The flitter- Meshler nodded as if he had known all along their amazing luck was
going to hold.
But the camp was in nowise deserted. Men were hurrying to the other crawler.
Dane distinctly saw in the light the long barrel of a disrupter, though what such a
weapon, forbidden for civilian use, was doing here was just more of the puzzle.
Also, from one of the earth-roofed buildings rose a rod shining metallically in the
light. That was a power com send, by its length able not only to reach the port in
the north but also perhaps to beam messages into space.
Meshler kept the crawler at its steady pace. They would have to pass close to the
other vehicle in order to reach the flitter, and he made no attempt to swing wide.
Perhaps he thought their bluff would hold.
The other machine, which had started up, ground to a halt as they approached,
and a man leaned out of its cabin to shout at them. Meshler waved his hand
through the window. Perhaps he hoped that ambiguous gesture would buy them
a little more time. The bulk of the crawler and its walls would protect them for a
little. But once they left it to run to the flitter-
Danes blaster was ready. He measured the distance yet remaining, and then
Meshler brought the nose of the crawler around, aiming it so that its body would
provide them with shelter. The shouting from the other machine grew louder,
more insistent. Then a vicious spat of blaster fire cut the ground warningly before
their hose in a signal to stop.
Tau slammed the door open. Now! He was out and running for the flitter.
14. CARTLS HOLDING
From time to time the ranger tried the com, only to meet the crackle of
interference. But suddenly he indicated an ice-edged river.
The Veecorox!
Youve seen that before? inquired Tau.
Perhaps, thought Dane, the medic was now as uneasy as he over their very vague
route.
An expedition got this far last year. Meshler settled back in the pilots seat with
a relaxation that could have been relief. The ranger must have been just as
disturbed as they about their unknown course.
We have only to follow this to where the tributary, the Corox, feeds in, then turn
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east. That is the beginning of Cartls land.
He banked the flitter and turned to follow the river. The land under them showed
no signs that men had ever ventured this far.
Your southland is largely wilderness then, commented the medic.
It is hard to clear land-to import machinery is wasteful. We cannot keep

bringing in fuel and techs to service the machines or repair parts. And horses or
duocorns from Astra or any of the off-world draft animals do not do well here-not
in the first generation, anyway. They have been trying to breed some at the Ag
stations, to develop a strain that can live here without being constantly cared for.
There is a native insect, the tork fly, which goes for their eyes. So far we havent
been able to build up any immunity in imports. There are no native animals that
can be used for heavy labor. The result is that the holdings have machinery in
community ownership and move the pieces from place to place for clearing. Then
in some dry seasons they try a burn-off; only that must be controlled, which
means an army of men on the job.
So settlements have not advanced much since First Ship, commented Tau.
Dane saw the line along the rangers jaw tighten, as if he were biting back some
hot and hasty comment, and then Meshler replied.
Trewsworlds done enough to keep autonomous. We wont go up for any

resettlement auction, if thats what you mean. Then he paused, looked to Tau,
and Dane saw a shade of worry on his face. You think-that might be it?
A chance, is it not? Tau asked. Suppose what you have so hardly won could be
lost, or even a part of it? Enough so you could not claim autonomy any more?
Dane understood. Any planet under pioneer settlement had to grow, to show
appreciable gains each year in size of population and then in exports, or else the
Grand Department of Immigration could legally put it up for auction. Then if the
settlers could not match an outside bid, they lost all they had worked so hard to
gain.
But why? asked Meshler. Were an Ag planet. Anyone else here would face the
very same difficulties we have been fighting from the first. Theres nothing to
attract outsiders-no minerals worth that much for exploiting-
What about the rock from the sealed compartment of the prospectors crawler?
Dane asked. They had found something they thought rich enough to lock in.
They were killed, and that was taken. Perhaps there is more here on Trewsworld
than you know, Meshler.
The ranger shook his head. A mineral survey was run by detect on second
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survey. There are normal amounts of iron, copper, other ores, but nothing worth
shipping off-world. We use what we can ourselves. Besides, those men may not
have been blasted for what they carried but what they saw and the rock taken to
confuse us. You said the antline was roaming near there. They might have run
into a party trying to get it back.
Perfectly possible, agreed Tau. At the same time, I would suggest that another
minerals survey be run-if you are left time to do it.
The basin camp, Dane said, was not a recent setup. How long have the Trosti
people been here?
Eight years-planet time.
And how about any new holdings cut in their direction during that time? Now
Tau had given him the clue Dane was groping for.
Cartl-lets see. Cartl had his clearing gathering in the spring of 24, before grass
growth. And this is 29. He has the southmost holding.
Five years then. How about other holdings-east, west, north?
North is too cold for lathsmers. They have only a couple of experimental Ag
stations north of the port, Meshler answered promptly. East-Hancron. Hancron
cleared in 25. And west-that was Lansfeld. He was in 26.
Three years since the last new clearing was established then, Tau commented.
And in the years before that, how many?
But Meshler, prodded by their questions, was already reckoning the list, judging
by his expression.
Up to 24 we had one, maybe two, sometimes three new clearings a year. Had
four emigrant ships come in 23. Only one since then, and its passengers were
mainly techs and their families to settle at the port. The push-out had stopped.
And no one noticed? Dane asked.
If they did, there wasnt any talk about it. Mostly the holding people are self-
sufficient and dont come to the port more than once or twice a year-just when
they have cargo to ship. There are five-six families to a holding under the signee
who puts up the bond. They use self-repair robos for light field work, but robos of
that size are no good for first clearing. Since the lathsmer trade has begun, its
been easier. You dont have to crop for the birds, just give them clear living space
and put in one or two fields of smes seeds for extra winter food. They like the
native insects and a couple of native berry plants and thrive on them. The buyers
think thats what gives them the unique flavor and makes them worth more. You
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can run lathsmers on ground that has been only partly cleared and patrol the
field with robos to do the extra feeding. But it takes men and women to pluck for
the down for export-and that comes in the late spring. Then they take the down,
and its baled at the port.
So you are getting to be a one-crop world?
Again Meshler showed uneasiness at Taus question, as if he might have drifted

and never really thought of it before.
No-well, maybe, yes. They raise lathsmers more and more because theyre all
thats worth exporting. A one-crop world and no new holdings- The grim set of
his jaw was more pronounced now.
Im a ranger. Its never been my concern to do more than patrol, do some

mapping and exploring, make the rounds of the border holdings. But, the
Council-someone must have realized what was happening!
Undoubtedly, Tau agreed. It remains to be seen if this situation wasnt given

impetus to go along on just the road it has been traveling. You saw how those
dragons finished off the lathsmers-and they were developed via radiation from
the modern lathsmer embryos. Suppose one of those horrors behind the force
field, or that antline, were to overrun the perching fields? Or one of those boxes
be planted in some outlying district to affect all the birds coming near it-
The sooner we get to Cartls and the com there, said Meshler, the better! And
the note in his voice matched the set of his jaw.
It was not long before the river formed a vee with its tributary, and Meshler
turned the flitter to follow the smaller stream, which was ice-roofed in places. A
little later they crossed the first of roughly cleared fields with a roost set up. But
there were no lathsmers. And the light skim of snow on the ground was
unmarked by tracks.
That first field fed into another, also bare of life. Meshler turned the flitter and
made a low run over the clearing.
I dont understand. These are breeding fields-they are the main roosting
sections.
Once more he thumbed the com and sent out his futile call. But the interference,
though not as ear-torturingly loud, was still present. He raised again to cruising
level and sent the flitter ahead at the highest rate of speed.
Two more fields-and in the last the birds were gathered, black masses of them,
milling about. When the shadow of the flitter moved across them, they seemed to
go mad with fear, rushing around, some of the smaller ones trampled upon as
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they wheeled and stretched their ineffectual wings, attempting to fly. The birds
made a dark heaving mass, and then the flitter was past.
I suppose, Tau said, that such a gathering as that is not natural.
No, Meshler replied in a single curt monosyllable.
There was a screen of one of those brush-woods and then more fields, which had
been more carefully cleared than those for the lathsmers. Here the stubble of
some kind of crop pricked through the snow. The river made a long curve and in
its bend was the holding.
It was not a house but rather a series of houses and buildings constructed in the
form of a square. In the midst of that was a com tower, set well above the outer
walls, and bearing halfway up its length the symbol that was Cartls brand, which
would appear on all he sold.
The houses were of stone blocks, but there were roofs of clay, their lower layers,
as Dane knew from the inform tapes he had read, baked into tile consistency but
overlaying that other earth, which was thickly studded with bulbs. In the spring
those would bloom in colorful array, and in the fall their seeds were carefully
gathered and ground into a powder that was the planet substitute for off-world
caff.
For a world without any native dangers, or so Trewsworld had been designated,
Dane thought that the cluster of structures had the appearance of a fort. The
houses, their doors all opening on a court within, were linked one to the next with
clay walls again planted with bulbs.
A smooth length of ground just outside the gate was the vehicle park. There was a
crawler drawn to one side and a smaller scooter, which Dane would have thought
too light to travel this rough and roadless country. Meshler set down their flitter
there.
The ranger swung out almost before the vibration of the motor was stilled.
Cupping his hands about his mouth, he gave a loud hail.
Ho, the house!
It would seem that Cartls holding was as inexplicably empty of life as the first
two lathsmer fields had been. Then from out of the wall before them a voice
called thinly, Name yourself!
Meshler threw back his hood so that his face could be clearly seen.
Wim Meshler, ranger. You know me.

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The voice did not answer. They stood waiting in the cold, Dane holding the brach.
Then the heavy door grated open only part way.
Come, and quickly!
The urgency in that was enough to make Dane glance over his shoulder. This
place had all the marks of a fort under siege. But who-or what-had driven the
inhabitants to this extremity? They had seen no living thing except the lathsmers,
though the wild fear of those had been a warning that all was not well.
He crowded through the narrow space the gate had opened. Then the man
waiting there slammed the portal shut as if he expected death itself to follow in
upon their heels and dropped in place a bar to lock it.
The householder was a tall man, wearing a shaggy coat loose about his shoulders
as a cloak, the empty sleeves flapping as he moved. He was of a different racial
stock than Meshler, being dark of skin, as dark as Rip, his hair a wiry brush, as if
encouraged to stand so from his head.
He wore a shirt of lathsmer skin, the inner down left on, though rubbed away
here and there by the friction of use, belted in with a wide belt that carried the
customary two knives of the holdings men, one at the fore for eating and general
use, the ornamentally sheathed one to the back as a sign of adulthood, to be used
on the now rare occasions of honor-feud.
His leggings and boots were of furred hide, and with the shaggy coat he seemed
as well feathered as his lathsmers. But there was something new. In his hand he
carried an old-time projectile gun, such a weapon as Dane had seen only in
museums on Terra, or which was used on a few primitive worlds where blaster
charges were too expensive for importation and the settlers had made their
defenses of native materials.
Meshler! The man held out his hand, and the ranger laid his beside it, so they
clasped each others elbow in the customary greeting.
Whats going on? demanded the ranger, not introducing his greeter.
Perhaps you can tell us, returned the other as sharply. Or rather tell Jaycors
widow. He got back here last night just-And all he could tell us was a garbled
story about monsters and men. He had been inspecting the far fields when they
savaged him.
Savaged him? echoed Meshler.
Right enough. I never saw such wounds! We forted up when we discovered the
com was ng-interference! Kaysee took the flitter to the port. But that was before
we realized that Angria and the children werent back! I tried to reach them via
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com at Vanatars-no chance. Inditra and Forman took off in the big hopper for
there. He spilled it in a rush of speech as if he needed badly to tell someone.
Meshler, who had kept the arm grip, now cut into that flow.
One thing at a time. Vanatar-then he is establishing his holding at last?
Yes, they called us by com for a gathering to clear. I had the shakes again, but
Angria, Mabla, Carie, and the children and Singi, Refal, Dronir, Lantgar-they all
went in the freight flitter. Kaysee had to make the west rounds, Jaycor the east,
and Inditra and Forman were setting up the new tooling shed. And what will I tell
Carie-Jaycor dead! We set for the noon news from the port day before yesterday.
Got only some story about criminals off a trader making trouble and then-slam-
interference. We havent been able to get through since.
Kaysee got back all right. But Jaycor was late. Then we saw the crawler coming,
weaving all over the place, as if it were running on its own. It just about was.
Jaycor was in the drivers seat, almost dead. He said something about men and
monsters out of the woods-then he was gone!
We couldnt use the com, so Kaysee said hed lift in to the port. Inditra and
Forman got the hopper to working and went off to Vanatars to see about the
women. With these damned shakes I was no good for anything. Ya, here they
come again!
The tall man began to shudder violently and instantly Tau stepped forward to
steady him. Vol fever!
Not quite, Meshler returned. It acts like vol, but the reserbiotics wont cure it.
They havent found anything that will yet. Maybe you can do something for him.
The shudders that ran through the overthin body of the settler made him sway
back and forth. His head rolled limply back, and he might have fallen to the
ground had not the ranger and the medic held him up between them.
Get him to bed and warm, Tau said. Reser may not work, but warmth will
help.
They half led, half supported him between them to the middle house opposite the
gate, and Dane hastened ahead to throw open the door.
That warmth was a remedy used by the settlers was plain, for there was a blazing
fire in the wide, deep fireplace, and before it someone had pulled a cot with a
tangle of thick blankets. They lowered the man to this, and Tau packed him in a
cocoon of coverings, while Meshler went to a pot hanging on a rod that could be
swung around to lower it over the flames. He sniffed at the steaming contents and
picked up a cup from a nearby table and a long-handled spoon, which he used to
transfer some of the contents of the pot into the cup.
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Esam brew, he explained. Its hot enough to warm up his insides. But hes in
for a stiff bout by the looks of it.
Tau braced up the well-covered man and, with Meshlers aid, got a cupful of
liquid down his throat. But when they lowered him again, he seemed to have
lapsed into unconsciousness.
Dane set down the brach, who padded over to crouch in the full heat of the fire.
The alien gave such a sign of relief and pleasure that Dane wondered how he had
been able to stand the cold of most of their wayfaring.
He is the only one here? Tau nodded at his patient.
The way he said it, yes. Thats Cartl. He must be half crazy, what with the shakes
and knowing he darent try to reach the women himself. In this cold he would
black out if he tried it.
This Vanatar-so there is another south holding? Dane asked.
I knew Vanatar had been talking about coming for about two years now but not
that he had really decided. He must have made up his mind in a hurry. Anyway,
Ive been on detached duty and not on field patrol. Lets see-
He walked to the left wall, and when Dane followed him, the Terran saw there
was a map painted there. Portions with the more or less regular lines of such
fields as they had flown over were colored yellow, the uncleared land gray. But to
the east was the edge of another set of boundaries, these dotted in as if not
permanent.
Vanatar had this surveyed about five years ago. Meshler indicated the dotted
area. Then he was in two minds about ever taking it up. It lies east and farther
south.
Dane examined the gray blot of the wilderness. Where in that was the wood of the
force field, the basin? Or was that area on this map at all?
Vanatar would have no defenses. And a gathering-they would be spread out,

working on field barriers all over, women and children watching. If those
monsters came at them- Meshlers half-finished sentences needed no
clarification for Dane.
Take our flitter and try to pick them up? Tau suggested as he joined them.
Couldnt take them all at one time, but Meshler was thinking about it.
This com interference, Dane asked, how far do you suppose it reaches?
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Meshler shrugged. Who knows? At least when Kaysee gets to the port, he can
bring help.
Theres the LB, Dane said. The LB with Rip and Ali-and that box planted near.
What if those for whom it had been intended now knew where to look for it?
But Meshler misunderstood him. You couldnt fly that. And besides, we have no
way of contacting those on board her. At any rate, they will have been taken back
to port already.
Theres something else. Tau stood looking intently at the ranger. What did this
Cartl say about criminals off a spaceship? That sounds as if our men may be in
worse trouble than when we left. And this mess is of your making, not ours! The
sooner the authorities realize that, the better.
Meshler looked exasperated. I know no more of what is going on at the port than
you do. What matters most is right here and now. Weve got to see about those
people at Vanatars. Have you tried that detect lately?
What might lie behind that question Dane did not know, but Tau unhooked the
detect from his belt and pressed its button. And the assistant cargo master was
close enough to see that the needle swung swiftly, not in a confined space
between two of the markings, but halfway around the dial, speeding between
north and south points in a whirl, as if it were drawn by two equal forces at once.
What does that mean? demanded the ranger.
Tau turned it off, examined the box closely, then started it again, holding it at a
different angle. It was to no purpose, for the needle still spun in the same
direction as before, still as if it were trying madly to record two different sources
of radiation at opposite ends of the compass.
Can mean only two strong readings, Tau replied.
Their box and perhaps the LB one! Dane made a guess. Could the radiation
broadcast from the south have stimulated that of the box they had buried to a
higher output? If so, how would that affect the LB? But Ali and Rip had had
orders to take those left behind in the escape craft into the port. Did it mean they
were still there, in the path of possible trouble?
Could it pull-Meshler still stood with his hand on the Vanatar section of the
wall map-those things to it?
Who knows? Both sources are strong, was the medics answer.
There is something. Dane was trying to remember a conversation he had heard

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on the Queen. The com system had been Yas duty, and all Dane knew were the
basic fundamentals of sending and receiving should the need he do so arise. But
Ya had been yarning once with Van Ryke, and he had said something about being
jammed by a jack ship and what they had done to get a signal through for help. It
had been a pulsating counter-jam, which spelled out a crude message by ebb and
flow. It was too technical for him to try, but this holding had a com, and someone
had to be able not only to operate it but also to know enough to keep it in expert
repair.
What? Meshler was impatient.
Something I heard once. Who runs the com here?
Cartl mostly. He was a tech at the port when he first came. Got enough planet
credit to take up this section. But the coms no good-or-we can see- He crossed
the room swiftly to where a com board almost as complex as that of the Queen
was built into one corner. The crackle of answer when he opened the beam was
not so hard on the ears, but it was steady.
Still jammed.
Dane looked now to the medic. How sick is he? Could he come around enough to
try something with the com?
If this follows the vol fever pattern, hell be pulling out in about four or five
hours. Hell be weak and shaky then, but clear-headed enough. Trouble is I dont
know how many bouts hes had, and that makes a difference.
He cant do anything with the com anyway, Meshler protested. Dont you think
he must have tried earlier?
He tried only straight sending, Dane answered. Theres counterinterference by

pulsation. And if they have someone with a keen ear on the receiving end at the
port-
Yas story about the Erguard! Tau caught him up. You might have something
at that. But well have to wait until he comes around.
Meshler looked from one trader to the other. You may know what you are
talking about. I dont, but I dont see that we have much choice. I am not even
sure I can locate Vanatars holding site.
15. RESCUE ATTEMPT
At last they had real food again. Dane sat at the table where a round of cold
lathsmer breast was flanked by a hash of native grains and berries and found it
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very good indeed after days on one-quarter E-ration tube per meal. Outside, the
night closed in, and Tau kept close watch on the semiconscious Cartl, who now
and then muttered unintelligibly. There had been no return of those who had
gone to Vanatars, nor of the men who had taken off after them. Nor any sound
from the com they had left turned on low, save the clatter that cut them off from
help.
How far are we from the LB? Dane drank the last of a heated brew and set down
his mug to face Meshler squarely.
Twice the ranger had gone to the wall map and studied its lines, ever running his
finger along some as if to assure himself they were recorded there. Now he
approached the the table.
Perhaps two hours flying time at normal speed, he answered. But why? Your
men wont be there. They were to be picked up soon after we left. And they would
take the box, too.
Would they? questioned Tau. What about the detect report? I dont think that
would register if the box had been taken all the way to the port. What do you have
in mind? he asked of Dane.
If we had the box and brought it south, I wonder-could it draw the monsters
away? He was fishing, grasping for any hope, no matter how small.
Tau was shaking his head. Not when we dont know enough about its action.
Dane, get me some more of that drink!
Cartl was moving in the thick wrappings of covers the medic kept piled about
him, striving to rid himself of their weight. Dane went to the steaming pot,
poured out what was left-half a mug of the aromatic stuff-and brought it to the
medic.
Take it easy now. Tau spoke Basic and supported the settler with an arm about
his shoulder. He set the cup to Cartls mouth, and the other drank off its contents
thirstily. Then with Taus help he sat up, pushing aside the covers. He was no
longer shaking, and there was intelligence and purpose back in his dark face.
How long was I out? was his demand.
About three hours, Tau answered. You must have been in the last stages of this
bout.
Angria-the children-the rest of them?
He must have read the answer on Taus face. His hand went to the back-belted
knife. Then- But he did not finish that foreboding.
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Listen. Dane moved around in front of him. He did not know what Cartl pushed
by fear for his family might do, but he felt that it was now or not at all that he
must discover whether the settler had the experience to tackle the com problem.
The coms still jammed. But there is a way we might just get a message through
and ask for help.
Cartl frowned. He did not look at Dane at all. Instead, he had drawn the honor
knife and was running the blade lightly across the ball of his thumb, as if testing
its keenness.
The coms jammed, he repeated absently. Then he turned to Meshler. You

came in a flitter. Let me take that-Im free of the shakes now.
For how long? Taus demand was so emphatic that it caught Cartls attention,
and he did look to the medic. You are over this bout, yes. But cold will bring on
another. And if you start and then black out, what good will that do you or anyone
else? Listen to Thorson here. You may not have heard of what he has to say, but
we know that it worked before in a similar situation. You are a com-tech by
training, so this should be a way to help your people.
What is it then? Now Cartl did give his attention to Dane, but there was an
impatience about him, as if he expected to hear nothing of use and resented the
trouble of giving judgment.
Im no com-tech, and I dont know your technical terms-but this is what a Free
Trader did when his ship was jammed by a jack after his cargo. And he gave the
story stripped to bare details.
The knife, which had been moving back and forth in Cartls fingers when Dane
had started, was still.
Counter-interference in pulse pattern, the settler said. And what kind of

code?
Nothing elaborate. Just identification and a call for help.
Cartl returned the honor knife to its sheath. Yes. And if Kaysee did not get
through- He rose, swaying for a moment but avoiding the hand Tau advanced to
steady him. Then he went to the com.
A touch on the switch brought the crackle up to louder waves of sound. Cartl
listened intently. His lips moved. He might have been counting.
Then he pulled out a seat and half fell into it, still with that intent, listening look.
He reached under the table on which part of the equipment was based and
brought out a box of tools. Unscrewing a panel, he switched off the receiver and
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then went to work, slowly, almost fumblingly at first, and then with more speed
and surety. At last he leaned back, his hands resting on the edge of the table, his
shoulders drooping a little, as if his labor had exhausted what small strength he
had regained.
Thats it. But will it work? He seemed to be asking that of himself, not of the
three behind him.
The brach had been stretched out before the fire, basking in the heat. But now he
sat up on his haunches, his forepaws folded over his belly. His head was not
turned toward the men in the corner, but there was about the alien an aura of
listening that caught Danes attention, and he watched the brach rather than
Cartl, who had set two wires delicately together and was now tapping in a broken
rhythm.
Dane crossed to sit on the cot Cartl had lately left.
What is it? He had picked up his thermo jacket and spoke into the hood mike.
There is coming, replied the brach.
Of that which we must fear? Dane asked quickly.
There is fear-but it lies with those who come. And there is hurt also-
How near?
The brachs head swung slowly back and forth, as if his long nose was pointer for
a detect.
Coming fast, but not yet here. That seemed evasive. There is fear, much, much
fear. And all have it.
Dane arose and spoke to the others. The brach says some are coming. He says
they are hurt and afraid.
In spite of that loud mixture of sound from the com, Cartl must have heard. He
swung around to face Dane.
When?
The brach says they are coming fast.
Cartl was already on his feet. He did not reach for the shaggy coat he had worn
cloakwise earlier, but he did pause to snatch up his weapon. And Meshler was at
the door before him, blaster in hand.
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They ran for the gate of the fort, Cartl in the lead. The others caught up with him
only after he had leaped to a ledge along one of the gate side buildings from
which they could see the outer world. The moon was bright, and under it the
snow gave back sparks of glitter.
Now they could hear it. There was no wind high enough to hide the steady beat of
a flitter engine. Cartl gave a cry of relief and leaned out to hit a button, so that
lights flared on, marking a landing space. Meshler half raised an arm as if to turn
them off but did not.
There were no running lights on the flier. It came in dark and somehow ominous
under the moon. When it set down, they saw that it was larger than the one they
had stolen from the basin camp, almost double the size of the one carried by the
Queen. Round-bellied, it was obviously intended to carry cargo, but now both
cabin and cargo hatches sprang open, and a group of figures spilled out so
hurriedly onto the field that several stumbled and fell, others stooping to pull
them up again, as if those inside were prisoners seeking freedom. Leaving the
doors hanging open behind them, they made for the gate. One of the monsters
might have been pounding at their heels.
Women-three, four, five, six-children to such a number that they must have been
packed shoulder to shoulder inside. And behind them men, two with bandages,
helping a third between them who made a stumbling, futile effort to walk.
Cartl threw open the gate and sprang to seize one of the women, one who had two
children, one clinging to each hand. As he held her tight, the others crowded
around them, crying out in some planet dialect the Terrans could not understand.
But Tau pushed past the women and reached the wounded, with Meshler and
Dane only a step or two behind. With their aid he got the three back to the room
they had just left.
It was sometime later they heard the full story. These were the women of Cartls
holding and with them three of Vanatars group, plus the children of both. The
wounded consisted of two of Cartls men and one, who was the worst mauled, of
Vanatars.
They had had little warning. As Cartl had earlier believed, they had been spread
out through the fields overseeing clearing robos, the women setting up fires to
heat drinks and tending pots of food. Without warning then the nightmare had
come. Their accounts of what they had seen and fled from were so varied that
Dane deduced the larger part of the attacking force had been made up of more
than one type of monster, all of them so alien to what the settlers knew that that
very alienness added to the fright and horror.
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Some of the work force had rallied quickly enough to trigger the robos in the
fields to cover their retreat, and the settlers had broken into several groups. The
ones reaching Cartls had luckily been close enough to the flitter park to fight
their way there. But even then, they were not to escape easily, for the monsters
were only the first wave of that hideous army. Behind were men, and they had
used blasters, though from several accounts, mainly one from the men, the
strangers had been both driving on the monsters and defending themselves from
them.
A flitter had come to hover over the vehicle park, and a line of monsters had
trailed along behind it, almost as if led on a leash. There had been a fight, two of
them. And two parked flitters had been smashed past getting into the air, so the
settlers first plan for evacuating this party to Cartls and then reaching one of the
other isolated groups had failed.
Got them then- one of the men wearing a bandage down his left arm, strapped
to his body, said. Vanatar had a burner mounted on a crawler and was going to
use it on thick brush. Yashty and I reached that. Got that sky-scum in the center.
Then Cartls ship came in so we could take off with the women. I wasnt much use
with the arm, and Yashty got a knock on the head, but together we could make
one pilot. Asmual had taken a nasty one and was laid out proper. So Thanmore
said for us to get out while the air was still clear. They would hold the park with
Cartls men and maybe get that crawler with the burner started so it could make it
to the upside. We could still hear them going at that, so we knew some of our
people reached it. But even if they hold out a while, they cant do it forever. They
have the robos for their main defense and a small burner, but not much else.
How many of you reached there? the ranger wanted to know.
The man shook his head. No telling. We were the largest group, most all women
and children. I saw three-three at least get it from those devil things. And two
were burned down at the yard before we wiped out that air scum.
This upside- Meshler interrupted. Where is it in relation to the park?
For a moment the man shut his eyes, as if trying to mentally picture the refuge
site. Then he answered, South a field and then east. Its a big outcrop of rough
rock. Vanatar thought it could be made into an extra-secure roost, and he ordered
us not to blast it out. Its the best defense they could find there.
No flitter landing near it?
The man shook his head. Only in open ground, and there youd have to fight off
those things. If they havent overrun the rocks-
Could your men get out if a flitter went on hover and we used air rescue belts?
persisted the ranger.
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I dont know.
The technique the ranger suggested was a tricky one. Dane had seen it done at
training stations, but the Queens men had never had to put it into practice. And
did the settlers have the proper tackle?
His question was put into words by the other more lightly wounded man.
You have a rescue flitter here? Youd need the belts and shock lines. And youll
have to hover low. Theyre using blasters, and if you got down to the right level,
one sweep would cut a belt rope.
We can set the hover on low. Meshler sounded confident, but Dane thought this
the wildest suggestion yet. He looked about the room. Tau was busy with the
badly wounded man. His place would certainly be here. The three who had come
in with the refugee flitter were in no state to go back, and Cartl might have a
relapse if he made such an effort at present, which meant that the rescue mission
would fall on two of them, Meshler and himself.
The ranger did not ask for volunteers. He put them all, save Tau, to work,
improvising the equipment needed. They had finally a bulky belt, plus a double-
woven steelion rope and a pulley hoist, which occupied so much of the interior of
the flitter that Dane could not see how they could take off more than two, or at
the most three, of the refugees at a time. In addition, they had to use the slower
flying cargo flitter in order to rig such an installation at all. And even Cartl
warned them that any overload of weight on hover might break that down.
But at dawn they took off, Meshler again as pilot, Dane and the brach, who at the
last minute added himself to their company, housed in the stripped rear beside
the hoist.
This is bad. Dane tried to urge the alien to stay behind. We go into much
danger.
Go with you, come with you, always, with you go our own place, the brach
stated firmly, as if in Dane alone he had any hope of returning to his mate and
family. And knowing how the aliens talents had helped them in the past, Dane
could not have him put out bodily.
With the directions of the refugees for a guide, Meshler pushed the flitter at the
top speed that the lumbering craft could maintain. Behind them the people of
Cartls holding were preparing for a state of siege, while Cartl himself had gone
back to the com, though he seemed to have little faith in the experiment he tried.
There was no storm, but the day was gray, and the sun was a very pallid spot of
light, well veiled by clouds. Save for their two blasters, they carried no arms. And
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Dane tried not to imagine what would happen if the enemy had captured one of
the burners and turned it aloft to singe out any attempt at rescue.
When they came in over the fields where Vanatar and his people had been
clearing, the ragged scars of the interrupted work were beacon enough. The
tangle of the flitter the refugees had brought down lay in a burned-out mess,
eclipsing in part two crawlers it had crashed upon.
From that wreckage a lance of blaster fire shot at their own craft. Friend believing
them enemy, or enemy trying to blast any rescue attempt? At any rate, that spear
of light had come from a hand weapon, lacking power to reach them, though were
they to descend, it might make a direct hit-
Meshler brought the flitter around, away from the park. The machine, never
meant for fast or limited space maneuvering, needed all his attention at the
controls. But it was the brach who gave them their lead.
Much fear-pain-that way- He pointed with his nose. Dane interpreted, and
Meshler headed in the new direction.
They caught sight of the rocks. They looked from above almost as if they were
some artificial erection rather than natural outcropping, though they stood in no
pattern, only raised a mass of erosion-pitted stone skyward.
Meshler guided the flitter in closer. Halfway across the roughly cleared field was
an overturned crawler. From it pointed the ugly snout of a burner, and where that
lay against the soil, there was a long streak of black and smoking soil ribboning
from it. Apparently the machine had been overturned with the burner going at
full blast, and that had remained on to sear and roast the ground until its heating
unit was exhausted.
But it had taken toll before it had been defeated. There were three half-burned
carcasses on its back trail, and all of them suggested that in life they had been
monstrous. More nightmare things, however, were left to prowl around the rocks,
though they did not essay to attack, mainly because scuttling back around the
rocky outcrop were three robo clearers, their long, jointed arms with scraper and
slasher attachments at ready, threshing the air in a whirl of threat.
Two more robos had suffered. One whipped around in a dizzy circle, two smashed
arms trailing behind it, bumping on the ground, half the control box that served it
for a head melted away. The other did not move. Apparently its progress circuits
had been shorted in some manner, but it whipped and banged the ground in a
frenzy.
That these, too, had left their dead was plain from corpses cut and slashed, four
of them. But the robos were good only as long as their charges lasted. Even as the
flitter went into hover over the stones, two of those keeping sentry go were
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slowing, and one came to a complete stop, its armored arms raised high,
remaining frozen so.
Meshler was fighting the controls of the flitter. As Cartl had warned, the awkward
cargo carrier did not have the maneuverability of the craft he was more used to,
and he was finding it hard to judge just the right height. Those below must have
recognized the craft, for they waved wildly from behind the shadow of stones.
Dane kicked open the hatch and made ready to swing out the belt, but the
contrary flitter was bucking, refusing to settle into a steady hover, so that the
equipment swung back and forth. Whether the hoist would work, Dane dared not
guess. They could only try.
He watched the belt flop loosely down, keeping the rope from tangling. That it
had reached its goal he knew when the rope jerked its signal. Now-
He spoke to the brach. Watch, see if all goes well. I must work this-
The alien trotted to the hatch and thrust his head out, bracing his feet against one
side for hold against the swing of the craft.
They put fast a man-he has hurts-
Sending up wounded first. Dane wished they had had the forethought to bring up
at least one able-bodied helper on the first try. If the belt did not hold-
He started the hoist, fastened to the motor Cartl and one of the refugees had
bolted in hurriedly. The rope went taut, and there was a groan from the motor as
the strain began. It took the weight very slowly, too slowly-yet there was nothing
he could do except squat here and watch it, make sure that the motor kept on
working and the rope fed back evenly
The wait seemed endless, and then the brach reported. One is here-he cannot
aid himself.
Come here. Dane made a swift decision. Watch-if this rope loosens, call!
He scrambled past the brach, who obediently came to the hoist. The belt spun
just below the hatch, the man in it limp and still, having been trussed inside the
lift by a patchwork of tatters knotted together. With infinite care Dane got him in,
bathed in sweat that was not induced by heat when he laid him on the floor. He
tried to take care in loosening those fastenings. Then once more he kicked out the
belt and let it fall on the line.
There was no time to examine the first arrival. Meshler did not even look around,
his concentration on the controls was such that now he seemed a part of the craft
he fought to master.
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Once more that jerk on the line, the arrival of another injured man, but this time
conscious, able to help himself.
As Dane uncoiled the lashing that held him in the belt, he said, How many more
of you?
Ten, the settler replied.
Ten! They could not pack that many in here, not with the hoist taking up so much
room. It would mean two trips-and did they have time for that? He threw out the
belt again, asked the settler to watch the hoist, and then edged up to Meshler.
There are twelve. We cant take them all.
Meshler did not turn from the controls as he answered, Were on borrowed time.
We may not be able to make a second trip.
That was obvious. But it was also plain that they could not hope to overload the
flitter and get away. So far all they had seen of the enemy were the patrolling
monsters outside the robo ring and that one blaster shot from the vehicle park.
But that did not mean there had been any retreat.
Suddenly the flitter gave a lurch, just as if they had been jerked ahead on an
invisible line. Their hover had been broken. They were moving from the rocks.
Control beam! the ranger cried. Its weak, but with this craft I cant break it.
Control beam! They were being reeled in again, just as they had been in the other
flitter. Another crash?
What the- He heard the second wounded man in the back cry out, Were going
past the rocks!
Dane got back to the hatch. Below them dangled the belt. They were already past
the rocks, and it was a mercy no one had been in it.
Look!
He saw the belt settle as the beam brought them lower and suddenly hook over
the up-thrust arm of a robo that had run down. To be so forceably anchored in an
instant was the final mishap. In spite of Meshlers skill, the nose of the flitter
went sharply up, and they headed tailward to the earth.
16. BAIT FOR A TRAP

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Dane was thrown back by the sudden tilt of the deck. He slammed into the
framework of the hoist, his head meeting one of the beams with a sickening crack.
Perhaps the padding of the thermo hood saved his life, but from that second he
lost all interest in the proceedings.
He awoke with pain filling his head, sending torturing fingers exploring down his
neck and shoulders. So did that fill his world that he was only vaguely aware of
sound-loud and intermittent-which arose beyond the red haze clouding his
vision.
Then he was lifted, and the pain hit with acute force so that he cried out to be left
alone. The impatient handling, for he was being pulled along roughly, made it
worse, though he did not sink back into full unconsciousness.
He was dropped, rather than laid down, his head a little elevated. Then they did
leave him alone. Slowly, blinking, he managed to see a little about him. A mass of
wreckage pointed skyward, past his range of sight, for he could not raise his head
higher. After slow minutes of capturing memory, he knew that for the flitter,
which had apparently struck full on its tail. Scuttling back and forth across his
line of sight between him and the stones was a robo waving flailing arms.
Meshler? The rangers name came out as harsh, croaking sound, but the face of
the man leaning over him was that of a total stranger. He glanced at Dane
casually but made no attempt to examine the Terrans hurts.
This ones still alive, he reported to someone.
All the better. If he threshes around a little, it will make it more convincing.
What about the others?
One dead, one still breathing. And the pilot?
Hes safe enough. With his feet in a tangle, he can flop to impress, too. Push him
halfway under the wreck, and it will be all set. Now, give those dust grubbers the
message-loud and clear-
The words seemed to float in and out of Danes hearing. Some were sharp and
clear and made sense. Others were so faint that he could not be sure of them.
You-up in the rocks !
That was certainly loud enough to re-echo inside his skull as a frightening din.
Listen, shouted the same voice again.
Fainter-Were listening.
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We can make you an offer.
Were listening- Almost an echo of the first reply.
Send a couple of your men out for a talk.
Send yours here-unarmed, countered the other.
Give them what they want. Another voice, impatient, cut in. We havent much
time now. This has fouled up everything.
We come, no blasters, to that rock-
Agreed.
The man who had stood by Dane moved away. As he passed the robo, the
machine swung away from him, its persona detection device steering it from
attacking a human. Another man came to join him. They stood with their backs to
Dane, but he could see them. The haze was clearing more from his vision, and he
could watch in a detached way, as if this had no meaning, for the only reality was
his pain.
From behind the stones came two men in settlers shaggy outdoor clothing. They
moved warily, and they did not come far, standing well away from the enemy.
What do you want? demanded one of them.
Just out-off-world. We have a spacer we can lift in, but we need time to reach
her-and we need transportation-a flitter.
So? Well, we dont have one, countered the settler. And we cant make one out
of stones-
Give us a truce, returned the other. We call off the beasts, send them in
another direction. Theres a broadcaster to the north theyll drift to if we switch
off ours. And well send in a com for help. Whoever comes will see this wreck and
set down by it. Well take over. Oh, not with blasters-with tanglers. Then once
were out of here, youre free. All we need is that flitter. We would have taken this
one if it hadnt fouled that blasted robo. You stay where you are, quiet and
peaceful. Dont try any tricks until we get the flitter. Then well go-
The settler turned his head to his companion. Dane saw their lips move but could
not hear even a whisper of speech from where he lay.
What about them? The settler pointed to the wreck and Dane.
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They stay here until the flitter comes. After that you can have them. And to show
you we mean what we say, well call off the beasts, hold them back. If you agree,
that is.
Well talk it over- The settlers spokesmen withdrew, not turning their backs on
the enemy, but edging along until they disappeared behind boulders large enough
to give them cover.
The others tramped back, though they took no precautions against fire from the
stones. Something beside the fury of pain moved in Dane. He understood the
terms of the truce, but it did not mean much to him personally. Only a dim sense
of alarm awakened. It was clear that the settlers did not trust these men, but
would they agree? And if they did-
Bait! The explanation rang in Danes mind as if it were an alarm to awaken him to
what this might mean in terms of his own survival. The fragments of talk he had
heard on his first regaining consciousness made sense. He-the others who
survived the crash-were to be left here as bait!
Another flitter might set down to give them aid. If the beasts had been called off
and there was no sign of enemy activity, that could work. But suppose that the
men among the stones made no move to warn off the newcomers-the trap could
spring shut at once.
But would the strangers, once they had their means of transport, merely
withdraw? Dane fought the steady throb of pain in his head and tried to think
more clearly. Let the settlers believe that, and they were fools.
On the other hand, they were not well armed, and the robos were running down.
The one that had been whirling back and forth behind the wreck of the flitter was
just coming to a stop. It gave one or two more flails of its arms; then froze
pointing straight out, as if to push away an enemy it could no longer attack.
So without blasters, with their robos run down, they would be easy meat for the
monsters. And the refugees might just be desperate enough to take a chance at a
bargain, believing that they could not be any worse off and that it might save
them. Danes need to warn was giving him a kind of strength now. He tried to
move, at least one hand. It came up slowly until he could see it hanging limply on
his wrist, as if it were not his but anothers. Now he turned his will on his fingers.
They were numb, without feeling, but they did move as he ordered.
Being able to wave a hand was not what he needed now, but more, much more.
He concentrated upon sitting up. But when he raised his head from whatever
slight support it lay upon, the world whirled in a spin about him, and he nearly
blacked out again.
So he lay quiet, using what strength he had to move his other hand, one foot a
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little, then the other. At least he did not seem to have any broken bones so far.
And the numbness was wearing out of the hand. Perhaps the knock on the head
and a general drastic bouncing about was all the damage he had suffered,
Do you think theyll agree-
Dane subsided at the sound of that voice, behind and quite close.
What choice have they? After those robos short out, the beasts will swarm at
them. Theyre not that stupid. Let them take a little longer to argue about it, and
then give them the ultimatum-now or never!
How long do you think well have to wait for a flitter?
Well, that one bunch got away, and these came prepared for a pickup. Manifestly
they knew what they had to do. So somewhere the alarm has already gone out.
And Dextise got a message from the port. The Free Traders seem to have done
enough talking to impress Largos and the Patrol commandant.
I thought Spuman was handling that so well-
He had it all tied up until this last shipment blew it. Grotler couldnt have made
more mistakes if he were deliberately trying to foul jets. A good thing he didnt
finish the voyage alive. Dextise would have taken him apart bone and muscle and
fed the remains to one of his pets. This may well have finished the whole
operation. It will if Spuman cant use the Trosti cover. One man-just one man-
plays it stupid, and we lose three years of work! And maybe the big cover into the
bargain.
Grotler must have been sick. He died, didnt he, during takeoff?
Let us hope that part of the story is straight. If he was helped out of this
universe, then matters may be even worse than they seem. No, Dextise has the
right of it now-cut our losses here, get off-world, and let these bird-tenders argue
it out with the big ones. Dextise will turn on the agitators to send the monsters
crazy and spread em out. The settlers will be so busy jetting around to pull their
own people out of the jaws of this and that from Dextises pens that well have
time to cover our trail a little. Youll learn there comes a time when you
sometimes have to write off an operation.
You think this might blow the whole Trosti deal?
Who knows what the Patrol is going to find when it noses around? We could
maybe have covered up Grotler and the Free Trader if that ranger and the traders
hadnt come snooping around, and if they hadnt broken the force field and let the
big ones out. Nothing to do after that but try to control them. And we couldnt
because of some counter call to the north.
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Grotlers?
What else? The trader didnt bring it in. Last we heard from Spuman, they
admitted they landed it in an LB somewhere in the wilderness and planted it
where they thought it would be safe until some tech saw it. By the fourteen horns
of Mablan, this thing fell apart right there and then! We tried to head them off,
and what happens? We run into this-
Dextise said wipe em out. Let the rangers think the beasts did it.
I know, I know. Then what happens? Some of them get away! So then we have to
wait around to make sure these wont talk if help comes-and we lose a flitter. If
you want to take a crawler back when you know some one of the beasts can open
one of those like an E-ration tube and have you out as if you were rations-
So now we hope for another flitter.
Can you think of a better way? Eilik has killed the interference. Hes sending an
SOS through on the port reading, purposely making it weak. Between here and
the port, therere four or five big holdings. Any one of them might respond-thats
settler custom. So we get a flitter, and then we turn the agitator on high, and with
their robos not functioning, Dextise will still get his wish-nothing left alive to
talk.
Though there were still missing pieces in the ugly pattern, it made sense for
Dane, more than anything had since he had seen the dead man in his bunk. Just
as he had feared, these strangers had no intention of keeping their part of the
bargain. How could he get a warning to the men at the stones?
You-out there- The refugees were the first to call this time.
Dane tried to make his body obey his will. If he could only call out! But when he
tried it, the best he produced was a harsh croaking. One of the strangers, passing,
looked down searchingly and then deliberately kicked at Danes outstretched legs,
the jar of that blow running like flame up his body until he thought he was going
to black out. When he recovered a little, he could see the strangers and the
settlers again facing each other.
We agree. You call off the things, and well let you have the flitter-if it comes.
Itll come, the stranger returned. Were beaming a distress call north. You
make no warn-off signal. Were holding the beasts back. You do a warn-off, and
we let them go. And theyll get these first- He gestured over his shoulder to the
wreck and perhaps the other survivors Dane could not see. Was the brach among
them?
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Again he had half forgotten the alien. Since the strangers had not mentioned the
creature from Xecho, it might be that the brach had been crushed somewhere in
the flitter, a nasty end for the unusual comrade of this painful adventure. Danes
hood was crumpled under his head, and when he inched around a little, trying to
see if he could reach the mike of the interpreter, a sharp point dug into his neck,
so he flinched away. It felt as if the com had been crushed and was now reduced
to broken metal bits. So much for that. He could not summon the brach even if
the alien was alive and had escaped injury.
But the Terran had other things to think of when the men came back from the
stones and halted to stand over him. Both of them were of Terran or Terran
colonial stock as far as he could judge. They wore thermo jackets not unlike his
own, and their heads were hooded, though they had pushed the masking visors
up and back. One of them squatted now on his heels, though he did not put out a
hand to touch Dane.
You heard that. It was not a question but a statement. All right, you dont fire
rockets now and throw this off course. If you do, we let our pets back there loose,
and who do you think theyll relish first?
Dane did not reply, and the man seemed satisfied that he had thrown fear into a
hopeless and helpless captive. He added, We ought to take care of you anyway.
You blasted traders got us into this mess. If it hadnt been for you-
Come on. His companion dropped a hand on his shoulder. No use in planeting
in on him with all that. Fact is-Grotler did it, not them. Grotler and what we could
never have foreseen. Hes finished anyhow.
They both vanished out of Danes range of sight, and he was left to stare at the
wreck, the still robo, and the stones, with the words finished anyhow remaining
in his mind. But something in him responded to that as if it were a lash laid
unexpectedly on his back.
So they though that he was finished, that all that was left for him was to lie here,
acting as bait in their trap and then falling to one of their monsters! If he could
only see what lay behind him-What they had said earlier-that Meshler was all
right, only they had put a tangler on his legs and shoved him under the wreck to
play the roll of another victim-
There was no brach to free them this time. So, whatever could be done, Dane
would have to do for himself. Once more, slowly, and with infinite care, he tried
to move arms and legs. This time they responded better. It was almost as if that
kick had removed some block. Also the pain in his head was now stabilized as an
ache, fierce to be sure, but it no longer made the world whirl about him.
He tried to judge time by the look of the sky. The clouds of the morning had held.
He had no idea how long before real dark. But surely the jacks would rig some
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kind of light to draw the help they thought would come. They would not waste
their bait in darkness. How much light?
Dane listened as intently as he could. He could hear the clanking of the last two
robo defenders of the stones and-just barely-a murmur of voices from some
distance-not loud enough to distinguish any words.
Water-Spirit of Space-how he wanted water! It had been a nameless need at first,

but now that he thought of it, his thirst was enough to swallow up his judgment if
he allowed it to. Dane had always thought of himself as being tough-Free Traders
were noted for their ability to take about the worst any planet could offer and, if
not survive, manage to make a battle of it. There were techniques taught on
Terra-survival methods that did not come out of kits, or supplies, but had to lie
inside a man himself. Dane had not been very good at them. He doubted whether
he could be better now. But when there was only one road left, that was the way a
man must go.
He went to work following the methods that had been so drilled into him, though
his response then had often been the despair of the instructors. Mind over body-
only he was no esper-
Thirst-he was thirsty. He felt as if he could lie in a pool of water and absorb it
sponge fashion through every pore. Water! For a moment he allowed himself to
think of water, of the dryness of his mouth, the ash-coated emptiness of his
throat. Then he deliberately applied the right technique-or what his instructors
half the galaxy away sitting comfortably before a class of aspiring spacemen
declared was the right technique.
Water-he wanted it, so it followed that he must get it. To do that, he had to move.
And to move, he must again be able to command his body. But he was hampered
now by the fact that if he showed too much life, his captors might see to it that he
was quiet again.
Danes arms lay by his sides, but his palms were against the ground. Stealthily, he
exerted pressure. He lifted a little and discovered that more of his weakness had
ebbed, and he could raise himself.
Could he counterfeit delirium? And dare the enemy treat him too roughly in sight
of the stones? They had made a bargain, even if they did not expect to keep it.
Suppose he tried to move and they attacked him. Those watching might believe
they dared expect no better treatment. That kick had been delivered in passing
and when to their sight he might have been unconscious. So-
Dane put pressure on one side. It also depended on where he was going to go. If
he tried to roll toward the stones, they would stop him, but if he turned to the
wreck? There was nothing left to do but try.
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With what strength he could summon, he pushed, rolled on his side, and lay
quiet, while once more pain and dizziness washed over him. But now he could see
the wreck fully, and not far away lay another body sprawled out face down. It was
the badly wounded man they had taken on board, and plainly he was dead. A
little farther on was Meshler.
The ranger stared at Dane, and now he wriggled vainly. From the chest down,
with both arms and legs out of sight, he lay under what had once been the hatch
door, while leaning over him at a threatening angle was one of the hoist beams.
This ones moving! Dane could not see the speaker, but the man must be close
behind him.
Water- Dane thought it time to play his role. Water-
His voice was still harsh, hardly above a whisper, but he managed to articulate
better this time.
Wants a drink, he does.
Well, give him one. Dont let them see us off beam now, or they might get ideas-
Dane felt warm. He had been right in assessing the position. Then a grab at his
shoulder brought him on his back, and he had time only to see the nozzle end of a
space cup coming abruptly down to spray its blessed moisture into his mouth.
The first spray was so delivered that he choked, and some of it spilled out of his
mouth to run across his chin, into the folds of his hood. Then the nozzle was
between his teeth, and he sucked avidly.
Drag him over here, came the order as the nozzle was pulled from his toothhold
with the same brutal disregard for his pain as when it had been first inserted.
Hes too near the stones. Someone might have a bright idea about trying to get to
him when it gets dark.
Hands caught in his armpits, lifted him a little, and then dragged him back along
the ground. He could only endure that jolting with what small store of energy he
had left and hold on to consciousness as if that were a weapon someone was
trying to twist out of his grasp.
When they let go, he thumped back against a surface that supported his head and
shoulders much higher than before. And the squirming Meshler was almost
within touching distance.
Excellent- Dane half opened his eyes. He was not playing a role now, he was
living it. He could see blurrily a man come to stand before him.
Man? No, this was an alien like the one who had been in the camp below the
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ledge, if not the same one. He spoke Basic. At least that one word was in the Basic
of the star lanes, but the accent was pronounced.
Yes, well done, Yuljo. He is now a sight to wring the hearts of any rescue party.
Doubtless he dragged himself hither to try to free his trapped comrade and then
collapsed. Very well staged-since your breed on these frontier worlds is too much
occupied with the thought that they owe a duty to one another when disaster
strikes. If this weakness did not grip them, we could not hope to lay our little trap
at all.
He raised his head, encased in no thermo hood but rather in a tightly fitting
helmet from the back of which projected an antenna-not a space helmet but
perhaps an off-world com device. Now he looked to the north. Did they expect
help so soon, Dane wondered? As far as he could judge, they were hours away
from any northern holding, and there would not be another party come from
Cards.
It would be well to set the lamps. There is no storm, but we face a dark night.
Indeed, the gloom had increased since Dane had last noted it. But situated as he
was now, he could view more of the scene. Of the other man they had rescued
before the crash, he could see nothing. Perhaps he lay on the other side of the
wreck. Meshler was still, though his face was turned to the Terran, and he gave
Dane a sharp glance now and then.
Their captors were working with two camp diffuse lamps, making adjustments to
their shades to throw a maximum of light-one on the wreck and the two men
there, the other to mark out a landing site for the craft they confidently expected
to entice in.
Why did they not use the control beam again, wondered Dane, and then found an
answer for himself. They had tried that, and it had ended with a wreck. They did
not want that to happen again.
Having set the stage with care, the alien gave a last-minute inspection. Two of his
men took cover in the shadow of the wreck, using pieces of the flitter to give them
protection from the sky. And each was armed with a tangler.
The alien came once more to stand before Dane and the ranger.
Hope or pray to whatever gods you own, he said, that you do not have long to
wait. We are holding off the beasts, but we do not have equipment here of any
great strength, and how long we can so hold-who knows? This is a game of
chance and one in which you and those fools behind the stones there have the
most to lose. There goes their last robo-and how long will two blasters and a
brace of stunners hold against what prowls out there-once it is loosed?
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He waved to the expanse of half-cleared land, and Dane saw that nightmare and
horror did prowl there. Most of it was beyond his power of description but
enough allied to perils he knew to make him understand just how black the future
was-more so than a moonless night, for there were no stars to light it.
17. PURSUIT TO THE RAT NEST
We must depend, the alien continued, upon that weakness of your breed, that,
seeing one of their kind in distress, they must straightway come to his assistance,
emotion outweighing caution. We are giving them a piteous sight indeed.
Dane thought he detected black humor in that, as if the alien considered this a
source of laughter for his breed. But was he taking into consideration that this
was a too well-set stage-that anyone with an ordinary amount of suspicion
answering a distress call would be wary of a so well-lighted and arranged scene of
disaster? Supposing Cartls counter impulse had broken through the earlier
interference and-But Dane must not build upon hope, only accept what lay
starkly before him now. If those who answered the call for help, always supposing
they did, were not suspicious-
The alien was walking away.
They can do it, Meshler croaked, as if his throat were dry and the words rasped
painfully from it. From the air this must look all right. And if we try to warn
them-
We have no hope anyway, Dane answered. I heard them talking. Dane could
not believe Meshler ever thought the jacks would keep their word.
The diffuse lamps were on, set in such a way as to suggest that at least one able-
bodied man had escaped the crash of the flitter and was endeavoring to provide a
guide for a rescue craft. The skill in placing that limited illumination was such
that both Dane and Meshler were fully revealed. Any move the Terran might
make would be instantly visible to those in ambush.
But the men waiting there had tanglers, not blasters. Did that mean that the
enemy was running low on charges for the deadly weapons and were saving what
they had? And how many of the monsters remained?
With the robos frozen when those were turned loose-Resolutely Dane tried to cut
that picture out of his imagination and think about the immediate future and
what might be done for the two of them in the here and now. Only he could see
nothing at all!
He would like more water. Water-no, do not think of water, which was now as far
from him as the Queen herself. The Queen, the LB-what had happened to his own
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star-going world? Apparently the box was still in the place where it had been
buried, or else it would not be acting as a draw on the monsters. So its radiation
must be able to pass the safeguards Stotz had set on it, acting as a contact beam.
Dane was so deep in his thoughts, thoughts that could lead nowhere, that he was
not at first aware of the cold metal sliding under one of his hands as it rested on
the ground, but the persistent nudging of that touch drew his attention at last.
The Terran dared not look down. Not only was he afraid that might awaken his
dizziness, but also, if what he guessed was in progress, through some wild stroke
of luck, he must not allow those in ambush to suspect. Stealthily he moved his
hand, raising it a little. Instantly the object that had been nudging him pushed
between palm and earth, first a barrel, and then the butt, worked carefully
around so that his fingers could close on it.
A stunner! The brach! The alien from Xecho must be hidden by the wreck and
was so supplying him with a weapon. It was far inferior to a blaster, to be sure,
but better than the tanglers in ambush, though he could not be sure how much of
a charge was left in it.
Another nudge against his hand. Dane touched the barrel of a second arm. But
this one was gripped tight, held so for only a moment, and then withdrawn, as if
the brach only wanted him to know that there was a second weapon. Dane
remembered how the creature had faced him on the Queen-he knew how to use a
stunner. If Dane could only communicate-suggest that the alien work around the
flitter and use the stunner on the two in ambush. But that was impossible.
He tried to feel for the paws that must hold the second weapon, but there was
nothing. He might have thought it a fever dream, except that he still had the first
stunner.
The dark was drawing in fast, and the diffuse lamps were bright in the dusk. It
was what prowled out there that fretted the nerves. A stunner-what good would a
single stunner be when the breakthrough came? Dont think of that now. Could
he reach either of the men in ambush? Dane edged his head around, kept his eyes
half closed, yet was able to see a little from beneath drooping lids. Suppose the
rescue craft came-might he take out at least one of the jacks before they could use
their tanglers? And would Dane dare-or would he be answered by blaster fire
from the shadows where the rest of the enemy had gone?
How many jacks were there? The alien, who appeared to be in command, at least
six others-more probably. It was a wild, crazy, fruitless plan, but it was all Dane
had to cling to.
The keen edge of expectation can last only so long, and waiting is a fret that saws
it very dull. Dane had known such waits before action in the past, but never had
he been so helpless before.
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The night was not silent. There were the ominous sounds made by the things that
prowled about, kept in check by their masters. Somehow, hearing them was
worse than seeing them.
But at last, through those growls, snarls, hissing, there came another sound-the
steady beat of a flitter engine. Dane, stretching his head farther up and back, tried
to sight nose lights, but the craft must be coming from the north, and he faced
south.
Coming- Meshler rasped. The ranger tried to heave his body out from under the
wreckage, which held him tight. Cant you do something-warn them?
Dont you think I would if I could? Dane retorted. But there was no sense in
moving or revealing his weapon until he could make that really count.
The sound died away, to Danes surprise, and then he was sure the pilot was
wary, was going to run a survey of the scene before landing. Would suspicion
keep him aloft? With a sinking of spirit Dane could not deny, he thought he had
guessed right, for the muted drone of the engine grew fainter and vanished.
Would that be a signal for the enemy to loose the monsters, since their trap had
been rejected? But apparently the jack leader had patience and confidence in
both his scheme and in his knowledge of human motivation, for those in ambush
did not move. And his confidence was vindicated when once more that hum came
through the night, now from the south, where the flitter had vanished.
This time Dane could see the nose lights, green as the glowing eyes of a night
hunter. The machine dipped very low, pointing almost directly at Meshler and
him. Then the craft went into descend, the drone of the motor louder. Dane
looked at the one jack he could see from his position. The man was tense. He held
the tangler so that the adhesive stream, which would congeal instantly on contact
with flesh, would spurt into the small portion of ground anyone must cross to
reach Dane and Meshler.
The Terran could not see beyond the lights. He did not doubt, however, that the
rest of the enemy company was on the move, drawing in to be ready for attack
when the flitter touched ground, but not until they were sure, he supposed, that
all were out of the craft. Otherwise the pilot could lift, leaving them empty-
handed.
What followed was almost as if his thoughts had been broadcast, picked up by
esper. The forehatch opened before the tripoint of the landing gear touched the
ground, and a figure leaped free from the flitter. He landed on his feet and ran,
not straight for the two by the wreck, but in an evasion pattern, as if he knew of
the ambush. At the same time, Dane dared to move. He rolled to one side, taking
the jack by surprise-or perhaps the other was astounded that the flitter, having
discharged only one, gave an upward bounce to go on hover over the wreck.
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Dane fired, using his own body to partly screen his action. And though he had no
time for a good aim, the near arm of the man with the tangler fell to his side. He
lost his grip on the weapon and skidded forward trying to regain it. The Terran
had not knocked out the enemy, but he had rendered him a one-armed warrior
for several hours at least. The runner reached Meshler, sliding over the last bit of
space between them, squirming around to fire his own stunner. And he had
better aim. Its beam struck the man still flopping after the lost tangler in the
head, dropping him instantly.
Fluid lines spun by a tangler in the hands of the other ambusher spun out
through the air. He fired on a net setting, and those fine threads would
automatically seek the nearest human flesh to which they had been conditioned.
Unfortunately for him, in order to reach the newcomer who had hunkered down
beside Meshler, he had to edge a little into the open. And both Dane and the man
from the flitter fired at the first inches of arm and shoulder he was forced to
reveal for that shot.
The tangler still spun, its sticky output fountaining now straight up as it fell from
his hand. A moment later those strands found a target, the man himself,
spreading avidly about his head and shoulders.
How bad is it? Rips voice broke through Danes wonder at the shot, which
might have been aimed by fortune herself.
A knock on the head. But theyre ready to send their monsters at us. And therere
the settlers in the stones-
I think they will have other things to occupy them, Shannon answered. As for
worrying about their monsters- He pulled from the front of his thermo jacket
one-handedly, keeping the stunner on ready in the other, a box. Pushing in a
plunger at its top, he said, Where are the monsters?
That direction the last I saw- Dane leaned away from the wreckage. The world
still had a tendency toward a sideslip, but he fought that off.
Good enough. Rip got to his feet before Dane could protest against so exposing
himself. He drew back his arm for such a throw as sped a sleep-gas bomb and
sent the box flying out into the dark. Dane felt a strange crawling sensation along
his skin, and the pain behind his eyes awoke to a new agony.
Sonics, Rip explained briefly. That is tuned to the antlines frequency. Lets
hope it picks up everything else theyve turned loose from their misbegotten
menagerie.
A moment later he dropped between Dane and the ranger as a tracer of blaster
fire cut along the wreckage at what had been the level of his head and shoulders.
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The sear breath of that fire was a wave over all three of them. But, while Dane
tried not to expect that another beam would crisp them, a second lance did not
flash. Instead, there was confusion out in the night-cries, more tracers of fire,
none however aimed in their direction.
That does it, Dane heard Rip say close to his ear as they sprawled shoulder to
shoulder on the ground. Theyll have plenty to think about beside us-
What-? Rip did not let him finish the question. He was quick with an answer, as
if he believed reassurance would be a good restorative.
We didnt come straight in, you know. Landed some Patrolmen, two rangers,
and a couple of port guards by grav-jump belts. We then provided the distraction
while they went into position behind. Thats their force moving in now. The
sonics will set the monsters on the run away from here-
That box from the Queen-they said it had drawn the monsters north- Dane cut
in.
Just as well. They can be picked off then as they trail in that direction. Now,
what about you? Rip levered away the piece of wreckage that had been left to
cover Meshler. Once his tangle bonds were revealed, it was easy enough to
dissolve them. The ranger, groaning as he swung cramped and stiffened arms and
legs, crawled out.
The flitter, which had hovered over them, was setting down again, not too far
away. But this time there was no bounce to send it aloft, instead, the hatch
opened, and a couple more men dropped out.
Captain Jellico! Dane recognized the first. The second wore the uniform of the
Patrol, but it was modified on the collar by the winged, star-studded staff of the
medic service, and the stranger carried an aid kit in one hand.
What have you been doing to and for yourself, Thorson? The captain went
down on one knee and drew Dane up a little.
Watch out, sir! Dane caught at Jellicos sleeve and tried to pull him farther
down. Theyve blasters.
And theyve plenty of use for them elsewhere, the captain returned. Lets have
a look at you-
In spite of Danes protests, he found himself lying under the competent hands of
the medic, who reported a little later, as he gave Dane a restorative shot, Skull
intact, but you took a bad knock. And this-he threw away a handful of metal
scraps-gave you some cuts. Now, sniff this.
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He broke an ampul under Danes nose. A sharp scent stung the Terrans nostrils,
clearing his head, and the pain became only a faraway suggestion of ache. He lay
resting, the medic having gone to the stones and whomever there might need
him. But though the captain vanished during the time his hurts were being
assessed, Rip was still near.
Where did the captain come from?
Long story, Shannon answered. Too long to tell now. But Cartl got his message
through. And we were already on the move south. We heard enough of the second
call from here to know it was probably a trap. So the Old Man was prepared.
Cartl said the news came through that the crew was in prison, charged with
sabotage.
It began that way, until there were too many things to add up for even the thick-
headed port police. Then they began to listen to us, a lot of questions were asked,
and there were several answers to each one. The Patrol took a couple of local
councilors into custody and had them probed. That was a serious step to take-
might have lost the officers in charge their jackets and space rights if their
suspicions hadnt been verified.
But it isnt only a cleanup here-the things bigger than just Trewsworld. And if
the Patrol hadnt been already nosing around, perhaps we wouldnt have had our
hearing so promptly. It all goes back to the Trosti foundations-
Thorson-he was interrupted by Jellico as the captain came into the light-how
many men did you see here?
Six, seven, most of Terran or settler stock, I think. But their leader was an alien.
They needed a flitter badly-had to get back to their camp. They were planning a
withdrawal off-world-
But the captain no longer seemed to be listening to him. Jellico gave a pull of his
thermo hood, drawing it forward a little, and Dane caught sight of a com set in its
side, much like the arrangement he himself had used to talk to the brach.
The brach! Why was it he kept forgetting the alien who had twice saved their
lives-three times if you could count the breaking of the force field? It was almost
as if something deliberately willed memory to sink to the back of his mind.
Now from behind the wreck trotted the creature from Xecho, walking on three
legs. The fourth was folded up against his belly holding the second stunner. From
the flitter dropped another brach, running with speed to meet her mate. They
touched noses and then swung about, shoulder to shoulder, to face the Terrans.
Captain Jellico swung up his wrist, peeling back his glove to lay bare another
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mike, resembling the personna coms used by explorers.
Finnerstan, some kind of a small airborne craft just took off-heading south. The
brachs report it has one of the jacks on board. My guess, judging by what they are
able to scan, is that it is the jack leader. And he must be heading for their
command post. Intercept-
There was no reply except a confirm click from the wrist mike. Dane sat up and
waited apprehensively for his head to punish him. But, thanks to the medic, he
was able to move, if weak. Rip got to his feet and reached down a long arm. And,
pulling on it for support, Dane made it, too.
Heading for the basin-
Basin? What basin? Jellico demanded.
Dane muddled through the story of the force field prison, of the jack
headquarters beyond. Jellico pushed his hood a little back and pulled at his lower
lip. His expression-which was not really an expression but a stillness of feature-
was one Dane knew of old to be the prelude to action.
They had a flitter before, he said, that was brought down by the settlers. That
was what they set this trap for, to get another flitter. They had to get back-they
have a spacer there, and they wanted to take off.
Captain Jellico came to sudden life. Finnerstan, they have a ship waiting for
planet lift-at a base to the south. Have you anything to patrol that way?
The reply came as a squeak. Jellico frowned, holding the com close to his ear.
The sonic, Rip half whispered to Dane. It interferes. And I dont think they will
be able to broadcast back to the port with that on. If they shut it off-
Exactly! But whether Jellico meant that in answer to Shannon or to what the
squeak conveyed, Dane was not sure.
Meshler should know the location of the basin, Dane offered. But looking
around, he could not see the ranger.
We have detects. They just wont work around the sonics. Come on!
Dane and Rip, the two brachs trotting ahead, as if they had had some
forewarning, fell in behind Jellico moving to the flitter. But with his hand already
on the hatch, the captain turned to look at Dane.
Youre on sick call, Thorson.

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Dane shook his head and then wished that he hadnt, as a warning thrust of pain
suggested such gestures were not for him at present.
Ive been there- It was a thin plea; Meshler would be the better guide. But
somehow he wanted to see this through to the end. And when three men in Patrol
uniforms and one of the spaceport policemen came running, he was vindicated,
for when the ranger was asked for, the report was that he had gone back to the
park to see if any vehicles could be brought to transport the wounded.
In the end they were a mixed expedition. The two brachs had squeezed far to the
back of the flitter, crouched down side by side, as if fully determined to stay
where they were, daring anyone to pull them out. For the rest there were three
Patrolmen, their leader, Finnerstan, who came up just before they slammed the
hatch, the spaceport policeman, two rangers, plus Jellico, Rip, and Dane.
It was rather a tight fit, and the captain himself had the pilots seat, Finnerstan
beside him, the rest of them packed in the back. This was no cargo flitter, rather a
troop carrier from the port, so that they at least had seats-hard though those
were-and did not have to squat.
Dane was behind Jellico, and as the captain lifted the flitter into the air, he asked
without turning his head, Which direction?
South and west-the best I can do, sir.
Finnerstan turned a little around to give him a measuring stare. There is nothing
there. We combed that district for months-
They are in a basin, Dane returned, and have rigged a distort over it. From
above you cant see anything-
A distort! Finnerstan sounded incredulous. But on such a scale as that-it is

impossible!
From what I have heard and seen-Captain Jellicos tone was cold-these Trosti
people have proved a lot of impossible things possible. I imagine once they are all
run to earth, there are going to be a lot of preconceived scientific ideas turned
inside out, back to fore. A distort, eh? How did you find it then?
We followed a crawler track.
That gives us something-if we have daylight when we get near enough. But we
have to make time. I dont like the idea of something flying south. Pilot arrives
with a warning, and theyll lift off-world. Then- He spoke to Finnerstan. You
may have finished their scheme here and now, but all you will have left are the
pieces they have left behind. I can imagine they will leave precious few of those.
What they cant lift with them, theyll destroy. And thats the last thing we must
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let them do. Once were out of range of that sonic, youd better code in a call. See
if you can get help from the port. The Queen isnt armed well enough to take on a
ship in space. What about your cutter?
She can try, but Finnerstan did not sound too certain. And Dane thought that
with the curious devices these jacks appeared to have for their equipment, he
could well understand the others apprehension.
If Finnerstan thought dark thoughts, they did not prevent him from
experimenting with the flitters com until it was clear. Then he sent out a call,
repeating it several times in code numbers, until a click of acknowledgement
came. He dropped the mike back in its holder and said, The cutter will space and
go on patrol. Maybe shell be in time-They are widening their radar, so anything
taking off from this continent will register.
Time, Jellico echoed. Well, we have no way of buying time unless we can
anchor them some way. But there is no use making plans until we are sure we
have something concrete on which to base them.
18. SPOILS TO THE VICTORS
What is going on? Dane turned to Rip, wedged in beside him.
What isnt? returned the other, ambiguously, but then he explained. We dont
know it all yet, but the Trosti foundations, here and apparently on other worlds,
too, have been engaged in double work. The surface stuff is all that has always
been accredited to them, what their reputation is founded upon. But underneath
that, well, the Patrol has evidence now that they are the power behind at least
four planetary governments in widely separated sections and that they have been
building up an undercover net of control-
Who are they? Dane interrupted. Trosti is gone-or is he?
Thats just one of the mysteries, though there are two explanations for that. One
is that he is still very much among the living and the brain behind this all, or else
the brain who has selected the brains, for the conspiracy is a composite effort,
and not only of one species either. The other suggestion is that Trosti was never
anything but a front for a devious and diverse organization who used clever
publicity to promote him as a romantic figure to center attention.
Anyway the Trosti foundations are a form of shadow government by now,

though apparently the Patrol has been suspicious for some time. But it was only
when they made the slipup on the Queen that enough of their plans were revealed
here to give the law a loose end.
I know they have an outlaw experimental station here with the retrogressed
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monsters, Dane said. But is that all?
It might have begun so. Then they discovered something else.
The rock!
Ore, corrected Rip, and a very special kind. It is useful in esper work-a
conductor for low-level telepathy, able to step up that and other esper talents to a
remarkable degree. It exists on several planets, but it was not recognized until
they built the retrogress machines and probably is one of those chance
discoveries that happen as a side effect of a main experiment when the scientist
in charge is intrigued enough to follow it up. There is reason to believe that most
of this experimentation had been going on right here. They wanted Trewsworld.
The holdings were a threat to any open work. Hence the monsters, which were
developed and released gradually to drive the settlers out.
The Patrol knew this and didnt act?
The Patrol suspected. Then we came in. The Trosti man at the port wanted us
silenced. But short of killing us off, he couldnt do that. The captain appealed to
the Board of Trade representative, and since the Patrol was in on that appeal,
they had their opening. Though the Trosti had the Council here very much tied to
them, they did not have any control over the Patrol. Where the Council tried to
make things hot for us, once the captain had made his statement, the whole thing
blew up in their faces, like a gas ball.
And, as a gas ball, it was a knockout for them. They probably knew it, thought
they could buy some time to ship their important records off-world by loosing the
monsters-
We did that-or rather the brach did. Dane cut in with his story of the force field
barrier and the fact he had overheard the jacks talk of the monsters being drawn
north by the other box. But those prospectors-he remembered suddenly-if they
werent Trosti men, how did they-Or, he ended, did they know about the rock?
Our guess is that they had some kind of new detect, and it registered enough of
the unusual radiation from the ore to make them believe they had found
something. They took samples, but it must have been from a vein the Trosti
crowd had mapped, and they were killed, the rock taken. It was a quick job and
another botched one. I would say that lately the Trosti has not been too well
served by its people. That elaborate affair of shipping the box on the Queen-
Yes, and if they already had the ore and such boxes here, why take the chance of
shipping another in?
One of the minor mysteries. Perhaps, this-our box-was from another one of their
labs, sent in for checking. And it must have been from a place where there was
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need for extra cover, so that it had to be sent so. It was their bad luck that we had
the brachs and the embryos in the cargo and that their man died. If he had made
it undetected to port, all he would have had to do was rip off the mask and
disappear. But it was a chance, and there must have been some pressing need to
take it. When the Patrol backtracks we may know why someday-unless this will
all be top security.
Trosti-hard to believe that Trosti-
That statement will be echoed on a good many different worlds. One of the
Patrolmen broke into their exchange. Trouble is that the discoveries they did
make for the benefit of the worlds on which they set up are generally so beneficial
that we will have to have direct proof that those were only a cover or we cant go
against public opinion-plus the fact that they will summon top legal talent and be
able to fight a delaying action in every court we take them to. We are hoping that
this, now being the most open of their secrets, will give us evidence-records,
tapes, enough to smash this foundation, with clues to uncover leads to others.
If we get there in time, Dane pointed out. They could ship out the most
important material and destroy the rest.
His head was starting to ache again. Perhaps the remedies of the Patrol medic
were not as long lasting as he hoped. He could understand the need to conquer
time, which was driving the captain, all of them on board. Also, they had no idea
of what defenses beside the distort were in the basin. There was the control beam
that had negated the power of the other flitters and brought them down at the
will of the enemy. And such could be used to deliberately crash a ship. The jacks
need only have one of those in order, and their pursuers would lose before any
fight began.
There were plenty of other weapons to snap them out of the sky at the press of a
button. Unfortunately, memory presented too many in all their savage details to
Dane. But once more it might have been that his thoughts were as plain to his
companions as if his forehead was a transparent visa-screen.
They cant use a control beam if they are readying for a takeoff, Rip observed
thoughtfully. That would interfere with a blast, set them off course from the first
fire-down-
Even if they dont use that, I can name about five other defenses, Dane returned
bleakly. He leaned his aching head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
Have a suck. Something was thrust into his hand, and he glanced down to see
he was holding a tube of E-ration; the heat cap had been twisted off so that a
small thread of steam arose. For the first time Dane realized he was very hungry.
He raised it to his mouth, his hand shaking a little, and squeezed the paste, warm
enough to spread a welcome heat as it passed downward, into his mouth. It was a
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very long time, he thought, since that meal at Cartls holding, even longer since he
had eaten regular food at established intervals.
But the E-ration, though it gave a man nothing to chew on and lacked much
flavor, did banish hunger. And this time he was not limited to a quarter of a tube.
He had a whole one to himself, while those about him were eating, too.
The brachs? For once memory worked as he swallowed the first mouthful.
Have theirs. Rip nodded toward the rear of the cabin. The light was limited, but
Dane could see an E-tube protruding from each horned snout.
What about them? he asked a little later as he squeezed the last drop from the
tube and rolled it into a tight ball.
The kits are at the lab, being given Veep Treatment, Rip answered. But the
female insisted upon coming with us. There has been a lot of excitement over
them. If the brachs are degenerate intelligent life, then Xecho is going to have a
problem. And it would seem that is true. It will probably be obligatory to do what
can be done to return them to their proper intelligence-upsets a lot of history and
will be quite a headache to all concerned.
Are they esper at all? Dane wondered.
We dont know just what they are-yet. The lab has dropped all other experiments
and is concentrating on them. It may be, since the principle of the retrogress
machine is linked with the esper-inducing ore, that anything with a slight degree
of such power has that power heightened. Thats another headache-
Ha- That was the Patrol officer. He held out his wrist, and on it was a detect,
not unlike the one Tau had carried, except more compact and much smaller.
Radiation of the right type, two degrees west-
Right! Jellico made the correction in their course. How far?
Less than two units. It is leaking through a shield.
Dane saw the captains head give a little jerk. A moment later Jellico reported,
The brachs say theres a ground transport of some kind, two of them, moving
under us.
Could it be they are still pulling in men? suggested Finnerstan.
Pulling in men, Dane thought, and yet just this flitter load proposed to go up
against what might be a thoroughly warned, armed, and well-defended base. Yet,
looking about him from face to face, he saw no concern. They might have been
making a routine flight. Though he was no longer hungry, the pain in his head
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remained a steady throb, and he felt very tired. How long had it been since he had
had normal sleep? He tried to recall events for the past days, days that now
seemed to stretch to months. Jellico was not noted for taking reckless risks unless
the situation was such he had no other choice. No Free Trader did and kept a ship
for long. But apparently the captain was determined on this attack.
Only one unit ahead now. Finnerstan did not look up from the detect.
Radar nil on anything airborne, Jellico replied. Mixed report from the ground,
a lot of interference.
Dane turned his head and tried to stretch to the point where he could look down
from the cabin window. But it was physically impossible to see the ground from
where he sat, even if it had been day instead of the dark of very early morning.
No contact beam. Jellico might be reporting to them or only thinking aloud.
Im getting something new-maybe your distort. Finnerstan glanced back at

Dane.
All right, Thorson, whats down there? Jellico demanded, and Dane pulled his
thoughts together. This was the time when he must justify his inclusion in his
company.
Spacer landing to the south. He closed his eyes, picturing in his mind what he
had seen during their quick sortie into the basin. Then there are three bubble
huts in a cluster about seven field lengths north-beyond those two long structures
half buried in the earth, earth walls, turfed roofs-vehicle park by the bubbles.
Thats it.
They will be expecting their men back in a captured flitter perhaps, Jellico said.
And that would come in without hesitation. So, we try to do it that way.
And maybe meet blaster fire dead center if there was some recognition code,
Dane knew. He wished vainly that he had some kind of protective shell into which
he could withdraw during the next few minutes. But the Patrol officer made no
objection to Jellicos wild plan.
Look there! Finnerstan was against the cabin window on his side, staring down.
But for the men behind him there was no chance to see what had caught his
attention.
Down. Jellicos hands were busy on the controls. That must be the distort.
Now, Im going in on hover-
Dane saw movement about him. The Patrolman by the exit hatch had his hands
ready on the lock there. And the flitter began its descent, straight down, using the
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slow speed of the hover.
There was an odd light outside the windows, light that brightened suddenly, as if
it had been turned from low to high. Perhaps it had been the passing of a
blanketing of diffuse lamps by the distort. But now they were apparently
descending into a camp brightly aglow to aid activity.
Now! Finnerstan rather than the captain gave that order, only a second before
the bump told them they touched earth.
The Patrolman wrenched open the hatch, made the practiced roll out and down,
his neighbor following him in trained proficiency. The spaceport policeman and
rangers followed with less agility.
Finnerstan himself had already disappeared through the front door. And now,
before Rip and Dane pulled themselves out, the brachs flowed away with a speed
surprising in their stocky bodies.
Rip jumped. Dane was the last to disembark, his reflexes slowed, but he held a
stunner in one hand. Jellico had vanished and was probably on the other side of
the flitter.
As his boots met the ground, the thump of contact transmitted to his aching head,
Dane looked about. It was light, but by some lucky chance they had landed some
distance from the scene of the activity. The spacer still stood, its nose pointed to
the stars. Both its cargo hatches were wide open, and cranes were at work
loading. There was a line of robo carriers speeding from the two earth-walled
buildings, each bearing boxes and canisters, but their burdens were small. They
were taking only lighter, easily stowed things, Dane judged with the eye of one
only too used to handling shipments. The rest they would probably destroy.
There was one crawler pulled up with two cages on board, covered. But that stood
by, and no one was there. The ramp leading to the crew and passenger quarters
was still on the ground and-
Dane was startled. That ramp was under guard. Two men in crew uniforms stood
at its top, just within the open hatch. They were both armed with blasters, and
they were looking steadily down the ramp. Now that he studied the scene, he
could see in addition a similar guard on duty by the two cargo-hold openings,
both eyeing the load the robos stacked to be taken on board.
So far no one on the field seemed to notice the landing of the flitter and the
disembarking of her passengers, but there was a knot of men nearer to the ship.
They just stood there, their hands hanging empty by their sides, staring at the
guarded ramp and the cargo holds.
No room. Dane heard Finnerstans low-voiced comment. The Veeps are

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planning to leave their underlings behind. I wonder if they will agree-
Theyre disarmed, sir, one of his men reported.
There was an addition to the clanking of the robo carriers, to the general hum of
the loading. It did not come from the group of men bitterly watching the
preparations for withdrawal but from a distance. Then two more crawlers plowed
on into the bright light around the ship.
The first carried only three men, each with a pack or box he supported against his
body, as if to shield it from the jerks and jostling caused by transportation across
very rough terrain. The second had one large, shrouded box amidships.
As the crawlers passed the waiting men, there was a confused shouting, a slight
surge forward as if they would have rushed those transports. Then a lance of
blaster fire cut across the ground, laying down a smoking reminder to stay where
they were. As they had moved forward, so now they stumbled back, away from
that searing bar.
The crawlers did not halt, nor did their occupants so much as glance at the
rejected. Instead, they moved steadily forward until they stopped by the ramp
and the one cargo hatch. The lines of robos had come to a halt. Most of them were
shut down and stood in a compact group, which grotesquely mimicked that of the
frustrated men. Only two were still activated, and they went to work transferring
the crate on the second carrier, working with exaggerated care that suggested
their burden was of great importance. As they were making fast the lines for it to
be lifted into the hold, the men on the other carrier started up the ramp, bearing
their burdens with the same visible need for safety.
About time for takeoff, Jellico said. We have to move now-
But someone else had the same idea. While they had remained in the shadow of
the flitter, watching the scene and trying to estimate their best chance, the brachs
had sped into action. Now they saw the male rear on his hind quarters, holding a
stunner in his forepaws. He was at the foot of the ramp, and his ray beamed up in
a back and forth sweep intended to take out the two guards.
They must have been so intent on watching their human opponents that they did
not sight the alien until too late. The last man carrying a package stumbled, fell
back, sliding limply down the length of the ramp, so that the brach had to leap
out of the way. While that victim had deflected some of the stunner, he had not
taken all the ray. From suddenly deadened hands above fell one of the blasters.
The other guard, momentarily startled, aimed not at the brach but at those he
knew were enemies, the group to be left behind, his fire cutting into them so that
those not directly crisped by its beam scattered, some screaming.
Now those on guard in the still open hatch took up the fire, before crumpling
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under stunners used by the brach, while the second guard, still firing, fell at last,
rolling in turn down the ramp, his blaster yet emitting a beam, whirling its deadly
lance right and left as it bumped by him and then fell to the ground.
This is it! The Patrolmen, followed by the others from the port, went into
action, speeding for the ship. For takeoff, the ramp must be in, the hatch closed.
Now one of the brachs darted out of hiding to reach for the blaster still
discharging its fire power along the ground. But he or she did not reach it. There
was a lance of fire from the hatch, poorly aimed, for the alien was not hit, merely
went to ground again.
However, the force of Trewsworld law closed in about the spacer, centering their
aim on the open hatches, picking off anything trying to close that.
Dane stumbled along in the wake of the captain and Shannon. He found it hard
going, and they left him well behind. But neither of the Free Traders were
heading for the battle of the hatches. Instead, their goal was the third carrier, the
one with the two cages on it. Rip reached it first, scrambled into the drivers seat,
and was warming her for a start when the captain hurled himself in on the other
side, half standing, half crouching, prepared to defend their capture. And defend
it he did as several of the rejected, who had survived the burn-off, tried to rush
the Terrans.
Jellico got two of them. Dane picked off the last, numbing his leg with a stunner.
Rip set the carrier on high and was bringing it around, aiming it. Now Dane
understood what he was trying to do. The weight of the carrier, if it was rammed
up on the end of the ramp, would anchor the ship to the ground. There would be
no takeoff because the safety factors of the spacer would not permit it.
There was still firing by the spacer, and Jellico was alert, watching for any sign of
life at the hatch, any chance of Rips being picked up out of the drivers seat. The
assistant astrogator had the blunt nose of their vehicle pointed straight on target
now.
Dane saw Rips arm raise and fall, a stunner held by the barrel so its butt could be
used as a hammer. He was breaking the controls. And with those gone, no one
could turn the heavy machine from its course.
Rip leaped out one side, Jellico the other, and the crawler clanked steadily on.
There was a grating, a crushing sound loud even through the shouts, the crackle
of blaster fire. The carriers nose arose over the edge of the ramp, and the
machine hung there, its treads cutting more and more deeply into the ground as
it strove to push ahead and could not. But the anchor the Free Traders had
devised would hold, though the ultimate taking of those in the ship might prove
to be delayed. If help came from the port, they might be able to use gas bombs.
With the ship so anchored, part of the besieging party rounded up what was left
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of the men who had been scattered in the blaster attack. But Dane trailed Jellico
and Finnerstan on an inspection of the base. Much of what had been there had
been purposefully destroyed. One of the earth-embedded structures was caved in
by an implosion bomb, and the others all gave the appearance of hasty
plundering. A well-equipped com station had been left without destruction, and
one of the port policemen slid into the seat there, sought the channel, and
beamed a call for assistance.
Trouble is, commented Finnerstan, if they are really fanatical about secrecy,
they will destroy what they have in the ship. He looked at the spacer as if he
would have cheerfully broken it open as one cracks an eggshell to get at the yolk.
By the time we get help, they will have disposed of everything we want.
Parley? suggested Jellico.
Only give them more time to get rid of everything suspicious. If this was a local
operation, a true jack raid, we might make a deal. But this is too big. Theyll have
information on board that must have threads out to perhaps half a dozen other
worlds, perhaps some we dont suspect at all. What they carry is more important
than the prisoners.
What, Dane asked, about those? He pointed through the door of the com
room to the men who had been rounded up. They wont have any reason to
support the ship people, and perhaps they can give you some idea of what is on
board and whether they would readily destroy it.
Danes suggestion might already have been in the Patrol officers mind, for
Finnerstan was already moving to such an interrogation. Most of the sullen men
were uncooperative, but the fifth he questioned gave them the lead they needed.
Though the others captured were mainly guards and workmen below the level of
third-grade tech, expendable, the fifth man brought in was a reeling, half-
conscious captive who had been rescued a few inches from having his life crushed
out of him by the crawler on the ramp, the last one boarding who had been
brought down by the brachs assault.
He was certainly of higher rank than the others. In fact, as the guards brought
him past those other prisoners, two of them lunged for him, cursing. He was
cowering, obviously badly shaken, when he stood before Finnerstan.
The combination of the stun attack, his close brush with death under the crawler,
and the anger of his followers broke him. The Patrol officer learned what he
wanted. Under his direction they dragged out of the wreckage in the base a tube
by which they lobbed gas bombs into the opened hatches. Those broke on
contact, spreading the sleep-compelling atmosphere. Masked guards from the
flitter went on board to gather up prisoners, leave them wrapped by tanglers,
then proceeded to put in safety all that had been about to be transported off-
world.
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It was three days later in Trewsport that the crew of the Queen were finally united
for the first time since the LB had taken off. The settlers government had been
badly shaken. There was an interim Patrol command in control, and specialists
from off-world had been summoned to examine the Trosti labs and the material
taken from the ship.
Dane sat nursing a mug of coffee. His headache had gone at long last, leaving him
feeling curiously light. He had slept away some twenty planet hours and was now
able to summon alert attention to what Captain Jellico said.
-so as soon as they clean her out, shes to be put up to auction as contraband
taken in the midst of an unlawful act. Theres no one here planetside who wants a
spacer or would know what to do with her if they had her. We will probably be the
only bidders, as the Patrol is not going to go to the trouble of flying her to another
world just to sell her. I have it on Finnerstans word that if we put in a time bid,
shes ours!
We have a ship-a good ship! Stotz protested with the firmness of one not to be
influenced.
We have a good ship tied up by a mail contract, Jellico returned. We have the
mail fees, yes, but they are small. And if we can build up a fund as a starter when
the contract is finished-
It was a big step, expanding from the Solar Queen to a two-ship holding. Very few
Free Traders had ever done it.
We do not have to keep her long, the captain continued. I do not even say deep
space with her. Use her in this system only. Trewsworld is an Ag planet. But if she
can grow more crops-short-term crops-than just the lathsmers, she would be
sooner ready for regular stellar trade. Now look here. He flashed a picture from a
reader onto the wall. This is the Trewsworld system. Those captured charts show
that while there is some of that ore-theyre calling it esperite-on this planet, there
is much more on Riginni, the next planet out. And that can be dome-mined but
cant be terraformed. So, miners have to eat, and they have to ship back ore to
here for galactic transshipments. Theres a two-way trade for you-steady, growing
as the dome mines grow. And considering that we had a good hand in breaking
up this Trosti mess, we can get the franchise. Profit all along.
And a crew? Steen Wilcox asked that.
Jellico ran a fingertip down his burn scar. Mail run is easy-
Easy, thought Dane, but did not say it aloud.

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We stagger our own men for a while. You lift her the first time, Steen, with Kamil
for your engineer, Weekes as jet man. We hire on a local for steward. And,
Thorson, since Van Ryke is on his way in to join us on the Queen, you can take
cargo master. Next time around, Shannon can take astrogator-we change back
and forth. Well be short-handed, but an inner-system run is easy, and you can
get by with robos and a limited crew. Is it agreed?
Dane looked from one face to the next. He could see the advantages Jellico had
mentioned. That there would be difficulties the captain had not mentioned, he
could well guess. But when his turn came, he added his assent to the others.
They would bid on the spacer, begin a solar run from Trewsworld to her
neighbor, spread their crew thin over two ships and hope for the best, be ready to
face the worst as Free Traders so often had to. And what was the worst going to
be next time? No use in allowing his imagination the chance to paint a dismal
picture, Dane decided. The Queen had survived much in the past. Her new sister
ship would have to learn to do the same.

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F T ra n sf o F T ra n sf o

POSTMARKED THE STARS

Scan by Iczelion, proof by Nadie

that appeared to raise and lower rhythmically to his gasping.

Message-what message? That there was a registered package to be picked up,

Last-minute pickup-last minute! The Queen was set for takeoff!

No dream now of wading through an adhesive swamp or veils of steam. There

Got-to-report, Dane said. See-Captain-

Not down-up! He had to go to see Jellico-

Report- With a vast effort he got that out in a rasping whisper.

What is going on?

There was something-something about a report to the captain. Danes thoughts

Acceleration with a heart condition. He had no business trying to get off-planet,

Diabolically clever piece of work, he commented. Not a quick job.

cheekbones. To Dane he was a complete stranger.

Never saw him-that I can remember.

Inform the port police? he suggested tentatively.

Jellico nodded sharply. Fair assumption. Stowage reports-what are we shipping

2. MEMORY LOST AND FOUND

We may be in no shape later if I dont! he returned grimly. Once before the

Regular channels. I had no reason to doubt it.

What about the brachs? he asked now.

There is always, Ali said, the I-S.

Will it work? Jellico demanded.

send him under. He heard a dwindling murmur and then-

You wish-? Again that hissing speech.

Your ident, Gentle Homo?

Ah. Yes, there is such a package.

You are the sender?

This you take, she said.

If it is needful, then so will I do.

The tape record. Dane spoke his first thought aloud.

And the box?

Not here. It might only have been bait.

All right. Well hunt it.

thought set altered into the shape he had suggested.

Yes! But he was still amazed at the alteration.

Sitllith! Wilcox was certain. But it doesnt fit.

No, Jellico agreed angrily.

Just what is Sitllith-or who? Tau asked.

But she-she talked rationally. She-she was very humanoid- he protested.

and I would have sworn that was impossible.

But the cage lock, he added to his first protest.

It was pulled, Mura continued, from the netting-inside the cage.

The brachs, Mura repeated, are missing.

Someone-my cabin-stunner- He got out the warning. He was watching the

Clipped me with a stunner, he explained.

Still in there? Jellico looked to the cabin.

A trained brach? suggested the steward. Conditioned perhaps to use a weapon

Who is responsible for this shipment? Jellico turned to Dane.

Nothing about mutants?

just finished when the com gave an alerting whistle.

only with his own scale of life.

Mutants? Was Jellico asking that question of himself or of Tau. They-well,

With that Tau understood. Radiation-in the ship! But-

Now he asked of Tau, Damaging to the crew?

probe had recalled to his mind.

Rip returned, holding up one of the clumsy, well-insulated gloves he had

Scanning or sensor examination? The captain walked around the sealed