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<h1 class='sans' style='padding-left:250px;'>THE PIRATES OF ERSATZ</h1>
<div class='byline sans bold' style='padding:0 0 100px 250px;margin-bottom:2em;'>BY MURRAY LEINSTER</div>
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<blockquote style='margin-bottom:2em;'><p class='bold'><i>Sometimes it seems nobody loves a benefactor ... particularly
nobody on a well-heeled, self-satisfied planet. Grandpa always
said Pirates were really benefactors, though....</i></p></blockquote>

<p class='bold small'>Illustrated by Freas</p>

<hr class='cb' />

<h2>I</h2>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>It was not mere impulsive action when Bron Hoddan started for the planet
Walden by stowing away on a ship that had come to his native planet to
hang all his relatives. He'd planned it long before. It was a
long-cherished and carefully worked out scheme. He didn't expect the
hanging of his relatives, of course. He knew that they'd act grieved and
innocent, and give proof that they were simple people leading blameless
lives. They'd make their would-be executioners feel ashamed and
apologetic for having thought evil of them, and as soon as the strangers
left they'd return to their normal way of life, which was piracy. But
while this was going on, Bron Hoddan stowed away on the menacing vessel.
Presently he arrived at its home world. But his ambition was to reach
Walden, so he set about getting there. It took a long time because he
had to earn ship-passage from one solar system to another, but he held
to his idea. Walden was the most civilized planet in that part of the
galaxy. On Walden, Hoddan intended, in order (a) to achieve splendid
things as an electronic engineer, (b) to grow satisfactorily rich, (c)
to marry a delightful girl, and (d) end his life a great man. But he had
to spend two years trying to arrange even the first.</p>

<p>On the night before the police broke in the door of his room, though,
accomplishment seemed imminent. He went to bed and slept soundly. He was
calmly sure that his ambitions were about to be realized. At practically
any instant his brilliance would be discovered and he'd be well-to-do,
his friend Derec would admire him, and even Nedda would probably decide
to marry him right away. She was the delightful girl. Such prospects
made for good sleeping.</p>

<p>And Walden was a fine world to be sleeping on. Outside the capital city
its spaceport received shipments of luxuries and raw materials from
halfway across the galaxy. Its landing grid reared skyward and tapped
the planet's ionosphere for power with which to hoist ships to clear
space and pluck down others from emptiness. There was commerce and
manufacture and wealth and culture, and Walden modestly admitted that
its standard of living was the highest in the Nurmi Cluster. Its
citizens had no reason to worry about anything but a supply of
tranquilizers to enable them to stand the boredom of their lives.</p>

<p>Even Hoddan was satisfied, as of the moment. On his native planet there
wasn't even a landing grid. The few, battered, cobbled ships the
inhabitants owned had to take off precariously on rockets. They came
back blackened and sometimes more battered still, and sometimes they
were accompanied by great hulls whose crews and passengers were
mysteriously missing. These extra ships had to be landed on their
emergency rockets, and, of course, couldn't take off again, but they
always vanished quickly just the same. And the people of Zan, on which
Hoddan had been born, always affected innocent indignation when
embattled other spacecraft came and furiously demanded that they be
produced.</p>

<p>There were some people who said that all the inhabitants of Zan were
space pirates and ought to be hung and compared with such a planet,
Walden seemed a very fine place indeed. So on a certain night Bron
Hoddan went confidently to bed and slept soundly until three hours after
sunrise. Then the police broke in his door.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>They made a tremendous crash in doing it, but they were in great haste.
The noise waked Hoddan, and he blinked his eyes open. Before he could
stir, four uniformed men grabbed him and dragged him out of bed. They
searched him frantically for anything like a weapon. Then they stood him
against a wall with two stun-pistols on him, and the main body of cops
began to tear his room apart, looking for something he could not guess.
Then his friend Derec came hesitantly in the door and looked at him
remorsefully. He wrung his hands.</p>

<p>"I had to do it, Bron," he said agitatedly. "I couldn't help doing it!"</p>

<p>Hoddan blinked at him. He was dazed. Things didn't become clearer when
he saw that a cop had slit open his pillow and was sifting its contents
through his fingers. Another cop was ripping the seams of his mattress
to look inside. Somebody else was going carefully through a little pile
of notes that Nedda had written, squinting at them as if he were afraid
of seeing something he'd wish he hadn't.</p>

<p>"What's happened?" asked Hoddan blankly. "What's this about?"</p>

<p>Derec said miserably:</p>

<p>"You killed someone, Bron. An innocent man! You didn't mean to, but you
did, and ... it's terrible!"</p>

<p>"Me kill somebody? That's ridiculous!" protested Hoddan.</p>

<p>"They found him outside the powerhouse," said Derec bitterly. "Outside
the Mid-Continent station that you&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Mid-Continent? Oh!" Hoddan was relieved. It was amazing how much he was
relieved. He'd had an unbelieving fear for a moment that somebody might
have found out he'd been born and raised on Zan&mdash;which would have ruined
everything. It was almost impossible to imagine, but still it was a
great relief to find out he was only suspected of a murder he hadn't
committed. And he was only suspected because his first great achievement
as an electronic engineer had been discovered. "They found the thing at
Mid-Continent, eh? But I didn't kill anybody. And there's no harm done.
The thing's been running two weeks, now. I was going to the Power Board
in a couple of days." He addressed the police. "I know what's up, now,"
he said. "Give me some clothes and let's go get this straightened out."</p>

<p>A cop waved a stun-pistol at him.</p>

<p>"One word out of line, and&mdash;<i>pfft!</i>"</p>

<p>"Don't talk, Bron!" said Derec in panic. "Just keep quiet! It's bad
enough! Don't make it worse!"</p>

<p>A cop handed Hoddan a garment. He put it on. He became aware that the
cop was scared. So was Derec. Everybody in the room was scared except
himself. Hoddan found himself incredulous. People didn't act this way on
super-civilized, highest-peak-of-culture Walden.</p>

<p>"Who'd I kill?" he demanded. "And why?"</p>

<p>"You wouldn't know him, Bron," said Derec mournfully. "You didn't mean
to do murder. But it's only luck that you killed only him instead of
everybody!"</p>

<p>"Everybody&mdash;" Hoddan stared.</p>

<p>"No more talk!" snapped the nearest cop. His teeth were chattering.
"Keep quiet or else!"</p>

<p>Hoddan shut up. He watched&mdash;dressing the while as his clothing was
inspected and then handed to him&mdash;while the cops completed the
examination of his room. They were insanely thorough, though Hoddan
hadn't the least idea what they might be looking for. When they began to
rip up the floor and pull down the walls, the other cops led him
outside.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>There was a fleet of police trucks in the shaded street outdoors. They
piled him in one, and four cops climbed after him, keeping stun-pistols
trained on him during the maneuver. Out of the corner of his eye he saw
Derec climbing into another truck. The entire fleet sped away together.
The whole affair had been taken with enormous seriousness by the police.
Traffic was detoured from their route. When they swung up on an elevated
expressway, with raised-up trees on either side, there was no other
vehicle in sight. They raced on downtown.</p>

<p>They rolled off the expressway. They rolled down a cleared avenue.
Hoddan recognized the Detention Building. Its gate swung wide. The truck
he rode in went inside. The gate closed. The other trucks went
away&mdash;rapidly. Hoddan alighted and saw that the grim gray wall of the
courtyard had a surprising number of guards mustered to sweep the open
space with gunfire if anybody made a suspicious movement.</p>

<p>He shook his head. Nobody had mentioned Zan, so this simply didn't make
sense. His conscience was wholly clear except about his native planet.
This was insanity! He went curiously into the building and into the
hearing room. His guards, there, surrendered him to courtroom guards and
went away with almost hysterical haste. Nobody wanted to be near him.</p>

<p>Hoddan stared about. The courtroom was highly informal. The justice sat
at an ordinary desk. There were comfortable chairs. The air was clean.
The atmosphere was that of a conference room in which reasonable men
could discuss differences of opinion in calm leisure. Only on a world
like Walden would a prisoner brought in by police be dealt with in such
surroundings.</p>

<p>Derec came in by another door, with a man Hoddan recognized as the
attorney who'd represented Nedda's father in certain past interviews.
There'd been no mention of Nedda as toying with the thought of marrying
Hoddan then, of course. It had been strictly business. Nedda's father
was Chairman of the Power Board, a director of the Planetary Association
of Manufacturers, a committeeman of the Banker's League, and other
important things. Hoddan had been thrown out of his offices several
times. He now scowled ungraciously at the lawyer who had ordered him
thrown out. He saw Derec wringing his hands.</p>

<p>An agitated man in court uniform came to his side.</p>

<p>"I'm the Citizen's Representative," he said uneasily. "I'm to look after
your interests. Do you want a personal lawyer?"</p>

<p>"Why?" asked Hoddan. He felt splendidly confident.</p>

<p>"The charges&mdash; Do you wish a psychiatric examination&mdash;claiming no
responsibility?" asked the Representative anxiously. "It might ... it
might really be best&mdash;"</p>

<p>"I'm not crazy," said Hoddan, "though this looks like it."</p>

<p>The Citizen's Representative spoke to the justice.</p>

<p>"Sir, the accused waives psychiatric examination, without prejudice to a
later claim of no responsibility."</p>

<p>Nedda's father's attorney watched with bland eyes. Hoddan said
impatiently:</p>

<p>"Let's get started so this will make some sense! I know what I've done.
What monstrous crime am I charged with?"</p>

<p>"The charges against you," said the justice politely, "are that on the
night of Three Twenty-seven last, you, Bron Hoddan, entered the
fenced-in grounds surrounding the Mid-Continent power receptor station.
It is charged that you passed two no-admittance signs. You arrived at a
door marked 'Authorized Personnel Only.' You broke the lock of that
door. Inside, you smashed the power receptor taking broadcast power from
the air. This power receptor converts broadcast power for industrial
units by which two hundred thousand men are employed. You smashed the
receptor, imperiling their employment." The justice paused. "Do you wish
to challenge any of these charges as contrary to fact?"</p>

<p>The Citizen's Representative said hurriedly:</p>

<p>"You have the right to deny any of them, of course."</p>

<p>"Why should I?" asked Hoddan. "I did them! But what's this about me
killing somebody? Why'd they tear my place apart looking for something?
Who'd I kill, anyhow?"</p>

<p>"Don't bring that up!" pleaded the Citizen's Representative. "Please
don't bring that up! You will be much, much better off if that is not
mentioned!"</p>

<p>"But I didn't kill anybody!" insisted Hoddan.</p>

<p>"Nobody's said a word about it," said the Citizen's Representative,
jittering. "Let's not have it in the record! The record has to be
published." He turned to the justice. "Sir, the facts are conceded as
stated."</p>

<p>"Then," said the justice to Hoddan, "do you choose to answer these
charges at this time?"</p>

<p>"Why not?" asked Hoddan. "Of course!"</p>

<p>"Proceed," said the justice.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan drew a deep breath. He didn't understand why a man's death,
charged to him, was not mentioned. He didn't like the scared way
everybody looked at him. But&mdash;</p>

<p>"About the burglary business," he said confidently. "What did I do in
the power station before I smashed the receptor?"</p>

<p>The justice looked at Nedda's father's attorney.</p>

<p>"Why," said that gentleman amiably, "speaking for the Power Board as
complainant, before you smashed the standard receptor you connected a
device of your own design across the power-leads. It was a receptor unit
of an apparently original pattern. It appears to have been a very
interesting device."</p>

<p>"I'd offered it to the Power Board," said Hoddan, with satisfaction,
"and I was thrown out. You had me thrown out! What did it do?"</p>

<p>"It substituted for the receptor you smashed," said the attorney. "It
continued to supply some two hundred million kilowatts for the
Mid-Continent industrial area. In fact, your crime was only discovered
because the original receptor&mdash;naturally&mdash;had to be set to draw peak
power at all times, with the unused power wasted by burning carbon. Your
device adjusted to the load and did not burn carbon. So when the
attendants went to replace the supposedly burned carbon and found it
unused, they discovered what you had done."</p>

<p>"It saved carbon, then," said Hoddan triumphantly. "That means it saved
money. I saved the Power Board plenty while that was connected. They
wouldn't believe I could. Now they know. I did!"</p>

<p>The justice said:</p>

<p>"Irrelevant. You have heard the charges. In legal terms, you are charged
with burglary, trespass, breaking and entering, unlawful entry,
malicious mischief, breach of the peace, sabotage, and endangering the
employment of citizens. Discuss the charges, please!"</p>

<p>"I'm telling you!" protested Hoddan. "I offered the thing to the Power
Board. They said they were satisfied with what they had and wouldn't
listen. So I proved what they wouldn't listen to! That receptor saved
them ten thousand credits worth of carbon a week! It'll save half a
million credits a year in every power station that uses it! If I know
the Power Board, they're going right on using it while they arrest me
for putting it to work!"</p>

<p>The courtroom, in its entirety, visibly shivered.</p>

<p>"Aren't they?" demanded Hoddan belligerently.</p>

<p>"They are not," said the justice, tight-lipped. "It has been smashed in
its turn. It has even been melted down."</p>

<p>"Then look at my patents!" insisted Hoddan. "It's stupid&mdash;"</p>

<p>"The patent records," said the justice with unnecessary vehemence, "have
been destroyed. Your possessions have been searched for copies. Nobody
will ever look at your drawings again&mdash;not if they are wise!"</p>

<p>"Wha-a-at?" demanded Hoddan incredulously. "Wha-a-at?"</p>

<p>"I will amend the record of this hearing before it is published," said
the justice shakily. "I should not have made that comment. I ask
permission of the Citizen's Representative to amend."</p>

<p>"Granted," said the Representative before he had finished.</p>

<p>The justice said quickly:</p>

<p>"The-charges-have-been-admitted-by-the-defendant.
Since-the-complainant-does-not-wish-punitive-action-taken-against-him&mdash;"</p>

<p>"He'd be silly if he did," grunted Hoddan.</p>

<p>"And-merely-wishes-security-against-repetition-of-the-offense,
I-rule-that-the-defendant-may-be-released-upon-posting-suitable-bond-for
-good-behavior-in-the-future. That-is, he-will-be-required-to-post-bond
-which-will-be-forfeited-if-he-ever-again-enters-a-power-station
-enclosure-passes-no-trespassing-signs-ignores-no-admittance-signs
-and/or-smashes-apparatus-belonging-to-the-complainant."</p>

<p>"All right," said Hoddan indignantly. "I'll raise it somehow. If they're
too stupid to save money&mdash; How much bond?"</p>

<p>"The-court-will-take-it-under-advisement-and-will-notify-the-defendant
-within-the-customary-two-hours," said the justice at top speed. He
swallowed. "The-defendant-will-be-kept-in-close-confinement-until-the
-bond-is-posted. The-hearing-is-ended."</p>

<p>He did not look at Hoddan. Courtroom guards put stun-pistols against
Hoddan's body and ushered him out.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Presently his friend Derec came to see him in the tool-steel cell in
which he had been placed. Derec looked white and stricken.</p>

<p>"I'm in trouble because I'm your friend, Bron," he said miserably, "but
I asked permission to explain things to you. After all, I caused your
arrest. I urged you not to connect up your receptor without permission!"</p>

<p>"I know," growled Hoddan, "but there are some people so stupid you have
to show them everything. I didn't realize that there are people so
stupid you can't show them anything."</p>

<p>"You ... showed something you didn't intend," said Derec miserably.
"Bron, I ... I have to tell you. When they went to charge the carbon
bins at the power station, they ... they found a dead man, Bron!"</p>

<p>Hoddan sat up.</p>

<p>"What's that?"</p>

<p>"Your machine&mdash;killed him. He was outside the building at the foot of a
tree. Your receptor killed him through a stone wall! It broke his bones
and killed him.... Bron&mdash;" Derec wrung his hands. "At some stage of
power-drain your receptor makes deathrays!"</p>

<p>Hoddan had had a good many shocks today. When Derec arrived, he'd been
incredulously comparing the treatment he'd received and the panic about
him, with the charges made against him in court. They didn't add up.
This new, previously undisclosed item left him speechless. He goggled at
Derec, who fairly wept.</p>

<p>"Don't you see?" asked Derec pleadingly. "That's why I had to tell the
police it was you. We can't have deathrays! The police can't let anybody
go free who knows how to make them! This is a wonderful world, but there
are lots of crackpots. They'll do anything! The police daren't let it
even be suspected that deathrays can be made! That's why you weren't
charged with murder. People all over the planet would start doing
research, hoping to satisfy all their grudges by committing suicide for
all their enemies with themselves! For the sake of civilization your
secret has to be suppressed&mdash;and you with it. It's terrible for you,
Bron, but there's nothing else to do!"</p>

<p>Hoddan said dazedly:</p>

<p>"But I only have to put up a bond to be released!"</p>

<p>"The ... the justice," said Derec tearfully, "didn't name it in court,
because it would have to be published. But he's set your bond at fifty
million credits! Nobody could raise that for you, Bron! And with the
reason for it what it is, you'll never be able to get it reduced."</p>

<p>"But anybody who looks at the plans of the receptor will know it can't
make deathrays!" protested Hoddan blankly.</p>

<p>"Nobody will look," said Derec tearfully. "Anybody who knows how to make
it will have to be locked up. They checked the patent examiners. They've
forgotten. Nobody dared examine the device you had working. They'd be
jailed if they understood it! Nobody will ever risk learning how to make
deathrays&mdash;not on a world as civilized as this, with so many people
anxious to kill everybody else. You have to be locked up forever, Bron.
You have to!"</p>

<p>Hoddan said inadequately:</p>

<p>"Oh."</p>

<p>"I beg your forgiveness for having you arrested," said Derec in abysmal
sorrow, "but I couldn't do anything but tell&mdash;"</p>

<p>Hoddan stared at his cell wall. Derec went away weeping. He was an
admirable, honorable, not-too-bright young man who had been Hoddan's
only friend.</p>

<p>Hoddan stared blankly at nothing. As an event, it was preposterous, and
yet it was wholly natural. When in the course of human events somebody
does something that puts somebody else to the trouble of adjusting the
numb routine of his life, the adjustee is resentful. The richer he is
and the more satisfactory he considers his life, the more resentful he
is at any change, however minute. And of all the changes which offend
people, changes which require them to think are most disliked.</p>

<p>The high brass in the Power Board considered that everything was moving
smoothly. There was no need to consider new devices. Hoddan's drawings
and plans had simply never been bothered with, because there was no
recognized need for them. And when he forced acknowledgment that his
receptor worked, the unwelcome demonstration was highly offensive in
itself. It was natural, it was inevitable, it should have been
infallibly certain that any possible excuse for not thinking about the
receptor would be seized upon. And a single dead man found near the
operating demonstrator.... If one assumed that the demonstrator had
killed him,&mdash;why one could react emotionally, feel vast indignation,
frantically command that the device and its inventor be suppressed
together, and go on living happily without doing any thinking or making
any other change in anything at all.</p>

<p>Hoddan was appalled. Now that it had happened, he could see that it had
to. The world of Walden was at the very peak of human culture. It had
arrived at so splendid a plane of civilization that nobody could imagine
any improvement&mdash;unless a better tranquilizer could be designed to make
it more endurable. Nobody ever really wants anything he didn't think of
for himself. Nobody can want anything he doesn't know exists&mdash;or that he
can't imagine to exist. On Walden nobody wanted anything, unless it was
relief from the tedium of ultra-civilized life. Hoddan's electronic
device did not fill a human need; only a technical one. It had,
therefore, no value that would make anybody hospitable to it.</p>

<p>And Hoddan would spend his life in jail for failing to recognize the
fact.</p>

<p>He revolted, immediately. <i>He</i> wanted something! He wanted out. And
because he was that kind of man he put his mind to work devising
something he wanted, simply and directly, without trying to get it by
furnishing other people with what they turned out not to want. He set
about designing his escape. With his enforced change in viewpoint, he
took the view that he must seem, at least, to give his captors and
jailers and&mdash;as he saw it&mdash;his persecutors what they wanted.</p>

<p>They would be pleased to have him dead, provided their consciences were
clear. He built on that as a foundation.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Very shortly before nightfall he performed certain cryptic actions. He
unraveled threads from his shirt and put them aside. There would be a
vision-lens in the ceiling of his cell, and somebody would certainly
notice what he did. He made a light. He put the threads in his mouth,
set fire to his mattress, and laid down calmly upon it. The mattress was
of excellent quality. It would smell very badly as it smoldered.</p>

<p>It did. Lying flat, he kicked convulsively for a few seconds. He looked
like somebody who had taken poison. Then he waited.</p>

<p>It was a rather long time before his jailer came down the cell corridor,
dragging a fire hose. Hoddan had been correct in assuming that he was
watched. His actions had been those of a man who'd anticipated a
possible need to commit suicide, and who'd had poison in a part of his
shirt for convenience. The jailer did not hurry, because if the inventor
of a deathray committed suicide, everybody would feel better. Hoddan had
been allowed a reasonable time in which to die.</p>

<p>He seemed impressively dead when the jailer opened his cell door,
dragged him out, removed the so-far-unscorched other furniture, and set
up the fire hose to make an aerosol fog which would put out the fire. He
went back to the corridor to wait for the fire to be extinguished.</p>

<p>Hoddan crowned him with a stool, feeling an unexpected satisfaction in
the act. The jailer collapsed.</p>

<p>He did not carry keys. The system was for him to be let out of this
corridor by a guard outside. Hoddan growled and took the fire hose. He
turned its nozzle back to make a stream instead of a mist. Water came
out at four hundred pounds pressure. He smashed open the corridor door
with it. He strolled through and bowled over a startled guard with the
same stream. He took the guard's stun-pistol. He washed open another
door leading to the courtyard. He marched out, washed down two guards
who sighted him, and took the trouble to flush them across the pavement
until they wedged in a drain opening. Then he thoughtfully reset the
hose to fill the courtyard with fog, climbed into the driver's seat of
the truck that had brought him here&mdash;it was probably the same one&mdash;and
smashed through the gateway to the street outside. Behind him, the
courtyard filled with dense white mist.</p>

<p>He was free, but only temporarily. Around him lay the capital city of
Walden&mdash;the highest civilization in this part of the galaxy. Trees lined
its ways. Towers rose splendidly toward the skies, with thousands of
less ambitious structures in between. There were open squares and
parkways and malls, and it did not smell like a city at all. But he
wasn't loose three minutes before the communicator in the truck squawked
the all-police alarm for him.</p>

<p>It was to be expected. All the city would shortly be one enormous
man-trap, set to catch Bron Hoddan. There was only one place on the
planet, in fact, where he could be safe&mdash;and he wouldn't be safe there
if he'd been officially charged with murder. But since the police had
tactfully failed to mention murder, he could get at least breathing-time
by taking refuge in the Interstellar Embassy.</p>

<p>He headed for it, bowling along splendidly. The police truck hummed on
its way for half a mile; three-quarters. The great open square before
the Embassy became visible. The Embassy was not that of a single planet,
of course. By pure necessity every human-inhabited world was independent
of all others, but the Interstellar Diplomatic Service represented
humanity at large upon each individual globe. Its ambassador was the
only person Hoddan could even imagine as listening to him, and that
because he came from off-planet, as Hoddan did. But he mainly counted
upon a breathing-space in the Embassy, during which to make more plans
as yet unformed and unformable. He began, though, to see some virtues in
the simple, lawless, piratical world in which he had spent his
childhood.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Another police truck rushed frantically toward him down a side street.
Stun-pistols made little pinging noises against the body of his vehicle.
He put on more speed, but the other truck overtook him. It ranged
alongside, its occupants waving stern commands to halt. And then, just
before it swerved to force him off the highway, he swung instead and
drove it into a tree. It crashed thunderously. One of his own wheels
collapsed. He drove on with the crumpled wheel producing an up-and-down
motion that threatened to make him seasick. Then he heard yelling behind
him. The cops had piled out of the truck and were in pursuit on foot.</p>

<p>The tall, rough-stone wall of the Embassy was visible, now, beyond the
monument to the First Settlers of Walden. He leaped to the ground and
ran. Stun-pistol bolts, a little beyond their effective range, stung
like fire. They spurred him on.</p>

<p>The gate of the Embassy was closed. He bolted around the corner and
swarmed up the conveniently rugged stones of the wall. He was well aloft
before the cops spotted him. Then they fired at him industriously and
the charges crackled all around him.</p>

<p>But he'd reached the top and had both arms over the parapet before a
charge hit his legs and stunned them&mdash;paralyzed them. He hung fast,
swearing at his bad luck.</p>

<p>Then hands grasped his wrists. A white-haired man appeared on the other
side of the parapet. He took a good, solid grip, and heaved. He drew
Hoddan over the breast-high top of the wall and let him down to the
walkway inside it.</p>

<p>"A near thing, that!" said the white-haired man pleasantly. "I was
taking a walk in the garden when I heard the excitement. I got to the
wall-top just in time." He paused, and added, "I do hope you're not just
a common murderer with the police after him! We can't offer asylum to
such&mdash;only a breathing-space and a chance to start running again. But if
you're a political offender&mdash;"</p>

<p>Hoddan began to try to rub sensation and usefulness back into his legs.
Feeling came back, and was not pleasant.</p>

<p>"I'm the Interstellar Ambassador," said the white-haired man politely.</p>

<p>"My name," said Hoddan bitterly, "is Bron Hoddan and I'm framed for
trying to save the Power Board some millions of credits a year!" Then he
said more bitterly: "If you want to know, I ran away from Zan to try to
be a civilized man and live a civilized life. It was a mistake! I'm to
be permanently jailed for using my brains!"</p>

<p>The ambassador cocked his head thoughtfully to one side.</p>

<p>"Zan?" he said. "The name Hoddan fits to that somehow. Oh, yes!
Space-piracy! People say the people of Zan capture and loot a dozen or
so ships a year, only there's no way to prove it on them. And there's a
man named Hoddan who's supposed to head a particularly ruffianly gang."</p>

<p>"My grandfather," said Hoddan defiantly. "What are you going to do about
it? I'm outlawed! I've defied the planetary government! I'm disreputable
by descent, and worst of all I've tried to use my brains!"</p>

<p>"Deplorable!" said the ambassador mildly. "I don't mean outlawry is
deplorable, you understand, or defiance of the government, or being
disreputable. But trying to use one's brains is bad business! A serious
offense! Are your legs all right now? Then come on down with me and I'll
have you given some dinner and some fresh clothing and so on. Offhand,"
he added amiably, "it would seem that using one's brains would be
classed as a political offense rather than a criminal one on Walden.
We'll see."</p>

<p>Hoddan gaped up at him.</p>

<p>"You mean there's a possibility that&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Of course!" said the ambassador in surprise. "You haven't phrased it
that way, but you're actually a rebel. A revolutionist. You defy
authority and tradition and governments and such things. Naturally the
Interstellar Diplomatic Service is inclined to be on your side. What do
you think it's for?"</p>



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<h2>II</h2>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>In something under two hours Hoddan was ushered into the ambassador's
office. He'd been refreshed, his torn clothing replaced by more
respectable garments, and the places where stun-pistols had stung him
soothed by ointments. But, more important, he'd worked out and firmly
adopted a new point of view.</p>

<p>He'd been a misfit at home on Zan because he was not contented with the
humdrum and monotonous life of a member of a space-pirate community.
Piracy was a matter of dangerous take-offs in cranky rocket-ships, to be
followed by weeks or months of tedious and uncomfortable boredom in
highly unhealthy re-breathed air. No voyage ever contained more than ten
seconds of satisfactory action&mdash;and all space-fighting took place just
out of the atmosphere of a possibly embattled planet, because you
couldn't intercept a ship at cruising speed between the stars.
Regardless of the result of the fighting, one had to get away fast when
it was over, lest overwhelming force swarm up from the nearby world. It
was intolerably devoid of anything an ambitious young man would want.</p>

<p>Even when one had made a good prize&mdash;with the lifeboats darting
frantically for ground&mdash;and after one got back to Zan with a captured
ship, even then there was little satisfaction in a piratical career. Zan
had not a large population. Piracy couldn't support a large number of
people. Zan couldn't attempt to defend itself against even single
heavily-armed ships that sometimes came in passionate resolve to avenge
the disappearance of a rich freighter or a fast new liner. So the people
of Zan, to avoid hanging, had to play innocent. They had to be
convincingly simple, harmless folk who cultivated their fields and led
quiet, blameless lives. They might loot, but they had to hide their
booty where investigators would not find it. They couldn't really
benefit by it. They had to build their own houses and make their own
garments and grow their own food. So life on Zan was dull. Piracy was
not profitable in the sense that one could live well by it. It simply
wasn't a trade for a man like Hoddan.</p>

<p>So he'd abandoned it. He'd studied electronics in books from looted
passenger-ship libraries. Within months after arrival on a law-abiding
planet, he was able to earn a living in electronics as an honest trade.</p>

<p>And that was unsatisfactory. Law-abiding communities were no more
thrilling or rewarding than piratical ones. A payday now and then didn't
make up for the tedium of labor. Even when one had money there wasn't
much to do with it. On Walden, to be sure, the level of civilization was
so high that many people needed psychiatric treatment to stand it, and
neurotics vastly outnumbered more normal folk. And on Walden electronics
was only a trade like piracy, and no more fun.</p>

<p>He should have known it would be this way. His grandfather had often
discussed this frustration in human life.</p>

<p>"Us humans," it was his grandfather's habit to say, "don't make sense!
There's some of us that work so hard they're too tired to enjoy life.
There's some that work so hard at enjoying it that they don't get no fun
out of it. And the rest of us spend our lives complainin' that there
ain't any fun in it anyhow. The man that over all has the best time of
any is one that picks out something he hasn't got a chance to do, and
spends his life raisin' hell because he's stopped from doing it.
When"&mdash;and here Hoddan's grandfather tended to be emphatic&mdash;"he
wouldn't think much of it if he could!"</p>

<p>What Hoddan craved, of course, was a sense of achievement, of doing
things worth doing, and doing them well. Technically there were
opportunities all around him. He'd developed one, and it would save
millions of credits a year if it were adopted. But nobody wanted it.
He'd tried to force its use, he was in trouble, and now he could
complain justly enough, but despite his grandfather he was not the
happiest man he knew.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>The ambassador received him with a cordial wave of the hand.</p>

<p>"Things move fast," he said cheerfully. "You weren't here half an hour
before there was a police captain at the gate. He explained that an
excessively dangerous criminal had escaped jail and been seen to climb
the Embassy wall. He offered very generously to bring some men in and
capture you and take you away&mdash;with my permission, of course. He was
shocked when I declined."</p>

<p>"I can understand that," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>"By the way," said the ambassador. "Young men like yourself&mdash; Is there a
girl involved in this?"</p>

<p>Hoddan considered.</p>

<p>"A girl's father," he acknowledged, "is the real complainant against
me."</p>

<p>"Does he complain," asked the ambassador, "because you want to marry
her, or because you don't?"</p>

<p>"Neither," Hoddan told him. "She hasn't quite decided that I'm worth
defying her rich father for."</p>

<p>"Good!" said the ambassador. "It can't be too bad a mess while a woman
is being really practical. I've checked your story. Allowing for
differences of viewpoint, it agrees with the official version. I've
ruled that you are a political refugee, and so entitled to sanctuary in
the Embassy. And that's that."</p>

<p>"Thank you, sir," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>"There's no question about the crime," observed the ambassador, "or that
it is primarily political. You proposed to improve a technical process
in a society which considers itself beyond improvement. If you'd
succeeded, the idea of change would have spread, people now poor would
have gotten rich, people now rich would have gotten poor, and you'd have
done what all governments are established to prevent. So you'll never be
able to walk the streets of this planet again in safety. You've scared
people."</p>

<p>"Yes, sir," said Hoddan. "It's been an unpleasant surprise to them, to
be scared."</p>

<p>The ambassador put the tips of his fingers together.</p>

<p>"Do you realize," he asked, "that the whole purpose of civilization is
to take the surprises out of life, so one can be bored to death? That a
culture in which nothing unexpected ever happens is in what is called
its Golden Age? That when nobody can even imagine anything happening
unexpectedly, that they later fondly refer to that period as the Good
Old Days?"</p>

<p>"I hadn't thought of it in just those words, sir&mdash;"</p>

<p>"It is one of the most-avoided facts of life," said the ambassador.
"Government, in the local or planetary sense of the word, is an
organization for the suppression of adventure. Taxes are, in part, the
insurance premiums one pays for protection against the unpredictable.
And you have offended against everything that is the foundation of a
stable and orderly and damnably tedious way of life&mdash;against
civilization, in fact."</p>

<p>Hoddan frowned.</p>

<p>"Yet you've granted me asylum&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Naturally!" said the ambassador. "The Diplomatic Service works for the
welfare of humanity. That doesn't mean stuffiness. A Golden Age in any
civilization is always followed by collapse. In ancient days savages
came and camped outside the walls of super-civilized towns. They were
unwashed, unmannerly, and unsanitary. Super-civilized people refused
even to think about them! So presently the savages stormed the city
walls and another civilization went up in flames."</p>

<p>"But now," objected Hoddan, "there are no savages."</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>"They invent themselves," the ambassador told him. "My point is that the
Diplomatic Service cherishes individuals and causes which battle
stuffiness and complacency and Golden Ages and monstrous things like
that. Not thieves, of course. They're degradation, like body lice. But
rebels and crackpots and revolutionaries who prevent hardening of the
arteries of commerce and furnish wholesome exercise to the body
politic&mdash;they're worth cherishing!"</p>

<p>"I ... think I see, sir," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>"I hope you do," said the ambassador. "My action on your behalf is pure
diplomatic policy. To encourage the dissatisfied is to insure against
universal satisfaction&mdash;which is lethal. Walden is in a bad way. You are
the most encouraging thing that has happened here in a long time. And
you're not a native."</p>

<p>"No-o-o," agreed Hoddan. "I come from Zan."</p>

<p>"Never mind." The ambassador turned to a stellar atlas. "Consider
yourself a good symptom, and valued as such. If you could start a
contagion, you'd deserve well of your fellow citizens. Savages can
always invent themselves. But enough of apology from me. Let us set
about your affairs." He consulted the atlas. "Where would you like to
go, since you must leave Walden?"</p>

<p>"Not too far, sir&mdash;"</p>

<p>"The girl, eh?" The ambassador did not smile. He ran his finger down a
page. "The nearest inhabited worlds, of course, are Krim and Darth. Krim
is a place of lively commercial activity, where an electronics engineer
should easily find employment. It is said to be progressive and there is
much organized research&mdash;"</p>

<p>"I wouldn't want to be a kept engineer, sir," said Hoddan
apologetically. "I'd rather ... well ... putter on my own."</p>

<p>"Impractical, but sensible," commented the ambassador. He turned a page.
"There's Darth. Its social system is practically feudal. It's
technically backward. There's a landing grid, but space exports are
skins and metal ingots and practically nothing else. There is no
broadcast power. Strangers find the local customs difficult. There is no
town larger than twenty thousand people, and few approach that size.
Most settled places are mere villages near some feudal castle, and roads
are so few and bad that wheeled transport is rare."</p>

<p>He leaned back and said in a detached voice:</p>

<p>"I had a letter from there a couple of months ago. It was rather
arrogant. The writer was one Don Loris, and he explained that his
dignity would not let him make a commercial offer, but an electronic
engineer who put himself under his protection would not be the loser. He
signed himself prince of this, lord of that, baron of the other thing
and claimant to the dukedom of something else. Are you interested? No
kings on Darth, just feudal chiefs."</p>

<p>Hoddan thought it over.</p>

<p>"I'll go to Darth," he decided. "It's bound to be better than Zan, and
it can't be worse than Walden."</p>

<p>The ambassador looked impassive. An Embassy servant came in and offered
an indoor communicator. The ambassador put it to his ear. After a moment
he said:</p>

<p>"Show him in." He turned to Hoddan. "You did kick up a storm! The
Minister of State, no less, is here to demand your surrender. I'll
counter with a formal request for an exit-permit. I'll talk to you again
when he leaves."</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan went out. He paced up and down the other room into which he was
shown. Darth wouldn't be in a Golden Age! He was wiser now than he'd
been this same morning. He recognized that he'd made mistakes. Now he
could see rather ruefully how completely improbable it was that anybody
could put across a technical device merely by proving its value, without
making anybody want it. He shook his head regretfully at the blunder.</p>

<p>The ambassador sent for him.</p>

<p>"I've had a pleasant time," he told Hoddan genially. "There was a
beautiful row. You've really scared people, Hoddan! You deserve well of
the republic! Every government and every person needs to be thoroughly
terrified occasionally. It limbers up the brain."</p>

<p>"Yes, sir," said Hoddan. "I've&mdash;"</p>

<p>"The planetary government," said the ambassador with relish, "insists
that you have to be locked up with the key thrown away. Because you know
how to make deathrays. I said it was nonsense, and you were a political
refugee in sanctuary. The Minister of State said the Cabinet would
consider removing you forcibly from the Embassy if you weren't
surrendered. I said that if the Embassy was violated no ship would clear
for Walden from any other civilized planet. They wouldn't like losing
their off-planet trade! Then he said that the government would not give
you an exit-permit, and that he would hold me personally responsible if
you killed everybody on Walden, including himself and me. I said he
insulted me by suggesting that I'd permit such shenanigans. He said the
government would take an extremely grave view of my attitude, and I said
they would be silly if they did. Then he went off with great
dignity&mdash;but shaking with panic&mdash;to think up more nonsense."</p>

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<p>"Evidently," said Hoddan in relief, "you believe me when I say that my
gadget doesn't make deathrays."</p>

<p>The ambassador looked slightly embarrassed.</p>

<p>"To be honest," he admitted, "I've no doubt that you invented it
independently, but they've been using such a device for half a century
in the Cetis cluster. They've had no trouble."</p>

<p>Hoddan winced.</p>

<p>"Did you tell the Minister that?"</p>

<p>"Hardly," said the ambassador. "It would have done you no good. You're
in open revolt and have performed overt acts of violence against the
police. But also it was impolite enough for me to suggest that the local
government was stupid. It would have been most undiplomatic to prove
it."</p>

<p>Hoddan did not feel very proud, just then.</p>

<p>"I'm thinking that the cops&mdash;quite unofficially&mdash;might try to kidnap me
from the Embassy. They'll deny that they tried, especially if they
manage it. But I think they'll try."</p>

<p>"Very likely," said the ambassador. "We'll take precautions."</p>

<p>"I'd like to make something&mdash;not lethal&mdash;just in case," said Hoddan. "If
you can trust me not to make deathrays, I'd like to make a generator of
odd-shaped microwaves. They're described in textbooks. They ionize the
air where they strike. That's all. They make air a high-resistance
conductor. Nothing more than that."</p>

<p>The ambassador said:</p>

<p>"There was an old-fashioned way to make ozone...." When Hoddan nodded, a
little surprised, the ambassador said: "By all means go ahead. You
should be able to get parts from your room vision-receiver. I'll have
some tools given you." Then he added: "Diplomacy has to understand the
things that control events. Once it was social position. For a time it
was weapons. Then it was commerce. Now it's technology. But I wonder how
you'll use the ionization of air to protect yourself from kidnapers!
Don't tell me! I'd rather try to guess."</p>

<p>He waved his hand in cordial dismissal and an Embassy servant showed
Hoddan to his quarters. Ten minutes later another staff man brought him
tools such as would be needed for work on a vision set. He was left
alone.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>He delicately disassembled the set in his room and began to put some of
the parts together in a novel but wholly rational fashion. The science
of electronics, like the science of mathematics, had progressed away
beyond the point where all of it had practical applications. One could
spend a lifetime learning things that research had discovered in the
past, and industry had never found a use for. On Zan, industriously
reading pirated books, Hoddan hadn't known where utility stopped. He'd
kept on learning long after a practical man would have stopped studying
to get a paying job.</p>

<p>Any electronic engineer could have made the device he now assembled. It
only needed to be wanted&mdash;and apparently he was the first person to want
it. In this respect it was like the receptor that had gotten him into
trouble. But as he put the small parts together, he felt a certain
loneliness. A man Hoddan's age needs to have some girl admire him from
time to time. If Nedda had been sitting cross-legged before him,
listening raptly while he explained, Hoddan would probably have been
perfectly happy. But she wasn't. It wasn't likely she ever would be.
Hoddan scowled.</p>

<p>Inside of an hour he'd made a hand-sized, five-watt, wave-guide
projector of waves of eccentric form. In the beam of that projector, air
became ionized. Air became a high-resistance conductor comparable to
nichrome wire, when and where the projector sent its microwaves.</p>

<p>He was wrapping tape about the pistol grip when a servant brought him a
scribbled note. It had been handed in at the Embassy gate by a woman who
fled after leaving it. It looked like Nedda's handwriting. It read like
Nedda's phrasing. It appeared to have been written by somebody in a
highly emotional state. But it wasn't quite&mdash;not absolutely&mdash;convincing.</p>

<p>He went to find the ambassador. He handed over the note. The ambassador
read it and raised his eyebrows.</p>

<p>"Well?"</p>

<p>"It could be authentic," admitted Hoddan.</p>

<p>"In other words," said the ambassador, "you are not sure that it is a
booby trap&mdash;an invitation to a date with the police?"</p>

<p>"I'm not sure," said Hoddan. "I think I'd better bite. If I have any
illusions left after this morning, I'd better find it out. I thought
Nedda liked me quite a lot."</p>

<p>"I make no comment," observed the ambassador. "Can I help you in any
way?"</p>

<p>"I have to leave the Embassy," said Hoddan, "and there's a practically
solid line of police outside the walls. Could I borrow some old clothes,
a few pillows, and a length of rope?"</p>

<p>Half an hour later a rope uncoiled itself at the very darkest outside
corner of the Embassy wall. It dangled down to the ground. This was at
the rear of the Embassy enclosure. The night was bright with stars, and
the city's towers glittered with many lights. But here there was almost
complete blackness and that silence of a city which is sometimes so
companionable.</p>

<p>The rope remained hanging from the wall. No light reached the ground
there. The tiny crescent of Walden's farthest moon cast an insufficient
glow. Nothing could be seen by it.</p>

<p>The rope went up, as if it had been lowered merely to make sure that it
was long enough for its purpose. Then it descended again. This time a
figure dangled at its end. It came down, swaying a little. It reached
the blackest part of the shadow at the wall's base. It stayed there.</p>

<p>Nothing happened. The figure rose swiftly, hauled up in rapid pullings
of the rope. Then the line came down again and again a figure descended.
But this figure moved. The rope swayed and oscillated. The figure came
down a good halfway to the ground. It paused, and then descended with
much movement to two-thirds of the way from the top.</p>

<p>There something seemed to alarm it. It began to rise with violent
writhings of the rope. It climbed&mdash;</p>

<p>There was a crackling noise. A stun-pistol. The figure seemed to climb
more frantically. More cracklings. Half a dozen&mdash;a dozen sharp, snapping
noises. They were stun-pistol charges and there were tiny sparks where
they hit. The dangling figure seemed convulsed. It went limp, but it did
not fall. More charges poured into it. It hung motionless halfway up the
wall of the Embassy.</p>

<p>Movements began in the darkness. Men appeared, talking in low tones and
straining their eyes toward the now motionless figure. They gathered
underneath it. One went off at a run, carrying a message. Someone of
authority arrived, panting. There was more low-toned argument. More and
still more men appeared. There were forty or fifty figures at the base
of the wall.</p>

<p>One of those figures began to climb the rope hand over hand. He reached
the motionless object. He swore in a shocked voice. He was shushed from
below. He let the figure drop. It made next to no sound when it landed.</p>

<p>Then there was a rushing, as the guards about the Embassy went furiously
back to their proper posts to keep anybody from slipping out Two men
remained swearing bitterly over a dummy made of old clothes and pillows.
But their profanity was in vain.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan was then some blocks away. He suffered painful doubt about the
note ostensibly from Nedda. The guards about the Embassy would have
tried to catch him in any case, but it did seem very plausible that the
note had been sent him to get him to try to get down the wall. On the
other hand, a false descent of a palpably dummylike dummy had been
plausible, too. He'd drawn all the guards to one spot by his seeming
doubt and by testing out their vigilance with a dummy. The only thing
improbable in his behavior had been that after testing their vigilance
with a dummy, he'd made use of it.</p>

<p>A fair distance away, he turned sedately into a narrow lane between
buildings. This paralleled another lane serving the home of a girl
friend of Nedda's. The note had named the garden behind that other
girl's home as a rendezvous. But Hoddan was not going to that garden. He
wanted to make sure. If the cops had forged the note&mdash;</p>

<p>He judged his position carefully. If he climbed this tree,&mdash;hm-m-m....
Kind of the city-planners of Walden to use trees so lavishly&mdash;if he
climbed this tree he could look into the garden where Nedda in theory
waited in tears. He climbed it. He sat astride a thick limb in scented
darkness and considered further. Presently he brought out his five-watt
projector. There was deepest darkness hereabouts. Trees and shrubbery
were merely blacker than their surroundings. But there was reason for
suspicion.</p>

<p>Neither in the house of Nedda's girl friend, nor in the nearer house
between, was there a single lighted window.</p>

<p>Hoddan adjusted the wave-guide and pressed the stud of his instrument.
He pointed it carefully into the nearer garden.</p>

<p>A man grunted in a surprised tone. There was a stirring. A man swore
startledly. The words seemed inappropriate to a citizen merely breathing
the evening air.</p>

<p>Hoddan frowned. The note from Nedda seemed to have been a forgery. To
make sure, he readjusted the wave-guide to project a thin but fan-shaped
beam. He aimed again. Painstakingly, he traversed the area in which men
would have been posted to jump him, in the event that the note was
forged. If Nedda were there, she would feel no effect. If police lay in
wait, they would notice. At once.</p>

<p>They did. A man howled. Two men yelled together. Somebody bellowed.
Somebody squealed. Someone, in charge of the flares made ready to give
light for the police, was so startled by a strange sensation that he
jerked the cord. An immense, cold-white brilliance appeared. The garden
where Nedda definitely was not present became bathed in incandescence.
Light spilled over the wall of one garden into the next and disclosed a
squirming mass of police in the nearer garden also. Some of them leaped
wildly and ungracefully while clawing behind them. Some stood still and
struggled desperately to accomplish something to their rear, while
others gazed blankly at them until Hoddan swung his instrument their
way, also.</p>

<p>A man tore off his pants and swarmed over the wall to get away from
something intolerable. Others imitated him, save in the direction of
their flight. Some removed their trousers before they fled, but others
tried to get them off while fleeing. Those last did not fare too well.
Mostly they stumbled and other men fell over them, when both fallen and
fallen-upon uttered hoarse and profane lamentations&mdash;they howled to the
high heavens.</p>

<p>Hoddan let the confusion mount past any unscrambling, and then slid down
the tree and joined in the rush. With the glare in the air behind him,
he only feigned to stumble over one figure after another. Once he
grunted as he scorched his own fingers. But he came out of the lane with
a dozen stun-pistols, mostly uncomfortably warm, as trophies of the
ambush.</p>

<p>As they cooled off he stowed them away in his belt and pockets,
strolling away down the tree-lined street. Behind him, cops realized
their trouserless condition and appealed plaintively to householders to
notify headquarters of their state.</p>

<p>Hoddan did not feel particularly disillusioned, somehow. It occurred to
him, even, that this particular event was likely to help him get off of
Walden. If he was to leave against the cops' will, he needed to have
them at less than top efficiency. And men who have had their pants
scorched off them are not apt to think too clearly. Hoddan felt a
certain confidence increase in his mind. He'd worked the thing out very
nicely. If ionization made air a high-resistance conductor, then an
ionizing beam would make a high-resistance short between the power
terminals of a stun-pistol. With the power a stun-pistol carried, that
short would get hot. So would the pistol. It would get hot enough, in
fact, to scorch cloth in contact with it. Which had happened.</p>

<p>If the effect had been produced in the soles of policemen's feet, Hoddan
would have given every cop a hotfoot. But since they carried their
stun-pistols in their hip-pockets&mdash;</p>

<p>The thought of Nedda diminished his satisfaction. The note could be pure
forgery, or the police could have learned about it through the treachery
of the servant she sent to the Embassy with it. It would be worthwhile
to know. He headed toward the home of her father. If she were loyal to
him&mdash;why it would complicate things considerably. But he felt it
necessary to find out.</p>

<p>He neared the spot where Nedda lived. This was an especially desirable
residential area. The houses were large and gracefully designed, and the
gardens were especially lush. Presently he heard music ahead&mdash;live
music. He went on. He came to a place where strolling citizens had
paused under the trees of the street to listen to the melody and the
sound of voices that accompanied it. And the music and the festivity was
in the house in which Nedda dwelt. She was having a party, on the very
night of the day in which he'd been framed for life imprisonment.</p>

<p>It was a shock. Then there was a rush of vehicles, and police trucks
were disgorging cops before the door. They formed a cordon about the
house, and some knocked and were admitted in haste. Then Hoddan nodded
dourly to himself.</p>

<p>His escape from the Embassy was now known. No less certainly, the
failure of the trap Nedda's note had baited had been reported. The
police were now turning the whole city into a trap for one Bron Hoddan,
and they were looking first at the most probable places, then they'd
search the possible places for him to be, and by the time that had been
accomplished they'd have cops from other cities pouring into the city
and they'd search every square inch of it for him. And certainly and
positively they'd take the most urgent and infallible precautions to
make sure he didn't get back into the Embassy.</p>

<p>It was a situation that would have appalled Hoddan only that morning.
Now, though, he only shook his head sadly. He moved on. He'd gotten into
trouble by trying to make an industrial civilization accept something it
didn't want&mdash;a technical improvement in a standard electronic device.
He'd gotten partly out of trouble by giving his jailers what they
definitely desired&mdash;the sight of him apparently a suicide in the cell in
the Detention Building. He'd come out of the Embassy, again, by giving
the watchers outside a view they urgently desired&mdash;a figure secretly
descending the Embassy wall. He'd indulged himself at the ambuscade, but
the way to get back into the Embassy....</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>It was not far from Nedda's house to a public-safety kiosk, decoratively
placed on a street corner. He entered it. It was unattended, of course.
It was simply an out-of-door installation where cops could be summoned
or fires reported or emergencies described by citizens independently of
the regular home communicators. It had occurred to Hoddan that the
planetary authorities would be greatly pleased to hear of a situation,
in a place, that would seem to hint at his presence. There were all
sorts of public services that would be delighted to operate impressively
in their own lines. There were bureaus which would rejoice in a chance
to show off their efficiency.</p>

<p>He used his microwave generator&mdash;which at short enough range would
short-circuit anything&mdash;upon the apparatus in the kiosk. It was
perfectly simple, if one knew how. He worked with a sort of tender
thoroughness, shorting this item, shorting that, giving this frantic
emergency call, stating that baseless lie. When he went out of the kiosk
he walked briskly toward an appointment he had made.</p>

<p>And presently the murmur of the city at night had new sounds added to
it. They began as a faint, confused clamor at the edges of the city. The
uproar moved centralward and grew louder as it came. There were clanging
bells and sirens and beeper-horns warning all nonofficial vehicles to
keep out of the way. On the raised-up expressway snorting metal monsters
rushed with squealing excitement. On the fragrant lesser streets, small
vehicles rushed with proportionately louder howlings. Police trucks
poured out of their cubbyholes and plunged valiantly through the dark.
Broadcast-units signaled emergency and cut off the air to make the
placid ether waves available to authority.</p>

<p>All these noises and all this tumult moved toward a single point. The
outer parts of the city regained their former quiet, save that there was
less music. The broadcasts were off. But the sound of racing vehicles
clamoring for right-of-way grew louder and louder, and more and more
peremptory as it concentrated toward the large open square on which the
Interstellar Embassy faced. From every street and avenue fire-fighting
equipment poured into that square. In between and behind, hooting loudly
for precedence, police trucks accompanied and fore-ran them. Emergency
vehicles of all the civic bureaus appeared, all of them with immense
conviction of their importance.</p>

<p>It was a very large open square, that space before the Embassy. From its
edge, the monument to the First Settlers in the center looked small. But
even that vast plaza filled up with trucks of every imaginable variety,
from the hose towers which could throw streams of water four hundred
feet straight up, to the miniature trouble-wagons of Electricity Supply.
Staff cars of fire and police and sanitary services crowded each other
and bumped fenders with tree-surgeon trucks prepared to move fallen
trees, and with public-address trucks ready to lend stentorian tones to
any voice of authority.</p>

<p>But there was no situation except that there was no situation. There was
no fire. There was no riot. There were not even stray dogs for the pound
wagons to pursue, nor broken water mains for the water department
technicians to shut off and repair. There was nothing for anybody to do
but ask everybody else what the hell they were doing there, and
presently to swear at each other for cluttering up the way.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>The din of arriving horns and sirens had stopped, and a mutter of
profanity was developing, when a last vehicle arrived. It was an
ambulance, and it came purposefully out of a side avenue and swung
toward a particular place as if it knew exactly what it was about. When
its way was blocked, it hooted impatiently for passage. Its lights
blinked violently red, demanding clearance. A giant fire-fighting unit
pulled aside. The ambulance ran past and hooted at a cluster of police
trucks. They made way for it. It blared at a gathering of dismounted,
irritated truck personnel. It made its way through them. It moved in a
straight line for the gate of the Interstellar Embassy.</p>

<p>A hundred yards from that gate, its horn blatted irritably at the car of
the acting head of municipal police. That car obediently made way for
it.</p>

<p>The ambulance rolled briskly up to the very gate of the Embassy. There
it stopped. A figure got down from the driver's seat and walked
purposefully in the gate.</p>

<p>Thereafter nothing happened at all until a second figure rolled and
toppled itself out on the ground from the seat beside the ambulance
driver's. That figure kicked and writhed on the ground. A policeman went
to find out what was the matter.</p>

<p>It was the ambulance driver. Not the one who'd driven the ambulance to
the Embassy gate, but the one who should have. He was bound hand and
foot and not too tightly gagged. When released he swore vividly while
panting that he had been captured and bound by somebody who said he was
Bron Hoddan and was in a hurry to get back to the Interstellar Embassy.</p>

<p>There was no uproar. Those to whom Hoddan's name had meaning were struck
speechless with rage. The fury of the police was even too deep for
tears.</p>

<p>But Bron Hoddan, back in the quarters assigned him in the Embassy,
unloaded a dozen cooled-off stun-pistols from his pockets and sent word
to the ambassador that he was back, and that the note ostensibly from
Nedda had actually been a police trap.</p>

<p>Getting ready to retire, he reviewed his situation. In some respects it
was not too bad. All but Nedda's share in trying to trap him, and having
a party the same night.... He stared morosely at the wall. Then he saw,
very simply, that she mightn't have known even of his arrest. She lived
a highly sheltered life. Her father could have had her kept completely
in ignorance....</p>

<p>He cheered immediately. This would be his last night on Walden, if he
were lucky, but vague plans already revolved in his mind. Yes.... He'd
achieve splendid things, he'd grow rich, he'd come back and marry that
delightful girl, Nedda, and end as a great man. Already, today, he'd
done a number of things worth doing, and on the whole he'd done them
well.</p>



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<h2>III</h2>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>When dawn broke over the capital city of Walden, the sight was
appropriately glamorous. There were shining towers and curving
tree-bordered ways, above which innumerable small birds flew
tumultuously. The dawn, in fact, was heralded by high-pitched chirpings
everywhere. During the darkness there had been a deep-toned humming
sound, audible all over the city. That was the landing grid in operation
out at the spaceport, letting down a twenty-thousand-ton liner from
Rigel, Cetis, and the Nearer Rim. Presently it would take off for Krim,
Darth, and the Coalsack Stars, and if Hoddan was lucky he would be on
it. But at the earliest part of the day there was only tranquillity over
the city and the square and the Interstellar Embassy.</p>

<p>At the gate of the Embassy enclosure, staff members piled up boxes and
bales and parcels for transport to the spaceport and thence to
destinations whose names were practically songs. There were dispatches
to Delil, where the Interstellar Diplomatic Service had a sector
headquarters, and there were packets of embassy-stamped invoices for
Lohala and Tralee and Famagusta. There were boxes for Sind and Maja, and
metal-bound cases for Kent. The early explorers of this part of the
galaxy had christened huge suns for little villages and territories back
on Earth&mdash;which less than one human being in ten thousand had ever seen.</p>

<p>The sound of the stacking of freight parcels was crisp and distinct in
the morning hush. The dew deposited during darkness had not yet dried
from the pavement of the square. Damp, unhappy figures loafed nearby.
They were self-evidently secret police, as yet unrelieved after a
night's vigil about the Embassy's rugged wall. They were sleepy and
their clothing stuck soggily to them, and none of them had had anything
warm in his stomach for many hours. They had not, either, anything to
look forward to from their superiors.</p>

<p>Hoddan was again in sanctuary inside the Embassy they'd guarded so
ineptly through the dark. He'd gotten out without their leave, and made
a number of their fellows unwilling to sit down and then made all the
police and municipal authorities ridiculous by the manner of his return.
The police guards about the Embassy were very positively not in a cheery
mood. But one of them saw an Embassy servant he knew. He'd stood the man
drinks, in times past, to establish a contact that might be useful. He
summoned a smile and beckoned to that man.</p>

<p>The Embassy servant came briskly to him, rubbing his hands after having
put a moderately heavy case of documents on top of the waiting pile.</p>

<p>"That Hoddan," said the plainclothesman, attempting hearty ruefulness,
"he certainly put it over on us last night!"</p>

<p>The servant nodded.</p>

<p>"Look," said the plainclothesman, "there could be something in it for
you if you ... hm-m-m ... wanted to make a little extra money."</p>

<p>The servant looked regretful.</p>

<p>"No chance," he said, "he's leaving today."</p>

<p>The plainclothesman jumped.</p>

<p>"Today?"</p>

<p>"For Darth," said the Embassy servant. "The ambassador's shipping him
off on the space liner that came in last night."</p>

<p>The plainclothesman dithered.</p>

<p>"How's he going to get to the spaceport?"</p>

<p>"I wouldn't know," said the servant. "They've figured out some way. I
could use a little extra money, too."</p>

<p>He lingered, but the plainclothesman was staring at the innocent,
inviolable parcels about to leave the Embassy for distant parts. He took
note of sizes and descriptions. No. Not yet. But if Hoddan was leaving
he had to leave the Embassy. If he left the Embassy....</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>The plainclothesman bolted. He made a breathless report by the portable
communicator set up for just such use. He told what the Embassy servant
had said, and the inference to be drawn from it, the suspicions to be
entertained&mdash;and there he stopped short. Orders came back to him. Orders
were given in all directions. Somebody was going to distinguish himself
by catching Hoddan, and undercover politics worked to decide who it
should be. Even the job of guard outside the Embassy became desirable.
So fresh, alert plainclothesmen arrived. They were bright-eyed and
bushy-tailed, and they took over. Weary, hungry men yielded up their
posts. They went home. The man who'd gotten the infallibly certain clue
went home too, disgruntled because he wasn't allowed a share in the
credit for Hoddan's capture. But he was glad of it later.</p>

<p>Inside the Embassy, Hoddan finished his breakfast with the ambassador.</p>

<p>"I'm giving you," said the ambassador, "that letter to the character on
Darth. I told you about him. He's some sort of nobleman and has need of
an electronic engineer. On Darth they're rare to nonexistent. But his
letter wasn't too specific."</p>

<p>"I remember," agreed Hoddan. "I'll look him up. Thanks."</p>

<p>"Somehow," said the ambassador, "I cherish unreasonable hopes of you,
Hoddan. A psychologist would say that your group identification is low
and your cyclothymia practically a minus quantity, while your ergic
tension is pleasingly high. He'd mean that with reasonable good fortune
you will raise more hell than most. I wish you that good fortune. And
Hoddan&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Yes?"</p>

<p>"I don't urge you to be vengeful," explained the ambassador, "but I do
hope you won't be too forgiving of these characters who'd have jailed
you for life. You've scared them badly. It's very good for them.
Anything more you can do in that line will be really a kindness, and as
such will positively not be appreciated, but it'll be well worth
doing.... I say this because I like the way you plan things. And any
time I can be of service&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Thanks," said Hoddan, "but I'd better get going for the spaceport."
He'd write Nedda from Darth. "I'll get set for it."</p>

<p>He rose. The ambassador stood up too.</p>

<p>"I like the way you plan things," he repeated appreciatively. "We'll
check over that box."</p>

<p>They left the Embassy dining room together.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>It was well after sunrise when Hoddan finished his breakfast, and the
bright and watchful new plainclothesmen were very much on the alert
outside. By this time the sunshine had lost its early ruddy tint, and
the trees about the city were vividly green, and the sky had become
appropriately blue&mdash;as the skies on all human-occupied planets are.
There was the beginning of traffic. Some was routine movement of goods
and vehicles. But some was special.</p>

<p>For example, the trucks which came to carry the Embassy shipment to the
spaceport. They were perfectly ordinary trucks, hired in a perfectly
ordinary way by the ambassador's secretary. They came trundling across
the square and into the Embassy gate. The ostentatiously loafing
plainclothesmen could look in and see the waiting parcels loaded on
them. The first truckload was quite unsuspicious. There was no package
in the lot which could have held a man in even the most impossibly
cramped of positions.</p>

<p>But the police took no chances. Ten blocks from the Embassy the cops
stopped it and verified the licenses and identities of the driver and
his helper. This was a moderately lengthy business. While it went on,
plainclothesmen worked over the packages in the truck's body and put
stethoscopes to any of more than one cubic foot capacity.</p>

<p>They waved the truck on. Meanwhile the second truck was loading up. And
the watching, ostensible loafers saw that nearly the last item to be put
on it was a large box which hadn't been visible before. It was carried
with some care, and it was marked fragile, and it was put into place and
wedged fast with other parcels.</p>

<p>The plainclothesmen looked at each other with anticipatory glee. One of
them reported the last large box with almost lyric enthusiasm. When the
second truck left the Embassy with the large box, a police truck came
innocently out of nowhere and just happened to be going the same way.
Ten blocks away, again the truck load of Embassy parcels was flagged
down and its driver's license and identity was verified. A
plainclothesman put a stethoscope on the questionable case. He beamed,
and made a suitable signal.</p>

<p>The truck went on, while zestful, Machiavelian plans took effect.</p>

<p>Five blocks farther, an unmarked empty truck came hurtling out of a side
street, sideswiped the truck from the Embassy, and went careening away
down the street without stopping. The trailing police truck made no
attempt at pursuit. Instead, it stopped helpfully by the truck which had
been hit. A wheel was hopelessly gone. So uniformed police, with
conspicuously happy expressions, cleared a space around the stalled
truck and stood guard over the parcels under diplomatic seal. With eager
helpfulness, they sent for other transportation for the Embassy's
shipment.</p>

<p>A sneeze was heard from within the mass of guarded freight, and the
policemen shook hands with each other. When substitute trucks
came&mdash;there were two of them&mdash;they loaded one high with Embassy parcels
and sent it off to the spaceport with their blessing. There remained
just one, single, large-sized box to be put on the second vehicle. They
bumped it on the ground, and a startled grunt came from within.</p>

<p>There was an atmosphere of innocent enjoyment all about as the police
tenderly loaded this large box on the second truck they'd sent for, and
festooned themselves about it as it trundled away. Strangely, it did not
head directly for the spaceport. The police carefully explained this to
each other in loud voices. Then some of them were afraid the box hadn't
heard, so they knocked on it. The box coughed, and it seemed hilariously
amusing to the policemen that the contents of a freight parcel should
cough. They expressed deep concern and&mdash;addressing the box&mdash;explained
that they were taking it to the Detention Building, where they would
give it some cough medicine.</p>

<p>The box swore at them, despairingly. They howled with childish laughter,
and assured the box that after they had opened it and given it cough
medicine they would close it again very carefully&mdash;leaving the
diplomatic seal unbroken&mdash;and deliver it to the spaceport so it could go
on its way.</p>

<p>The box swore again, luridly. The truck which carried it hastened. The
box teetered and bumped and jounced with the swift motion of the vehicle
that carried it and all the police around it. Bitter, enraged, and
highly unprintable language came from within.</p>

<p>The police were charmed. Even so early in the morning they seemed
inclined to burst into song. When the Detention Building gate opened for
it, and closed again behind it, there was a welcoming committee in the
courtyard. It included a jailer with a bandaged head and a look of
vengeful satisfaction on his face, and no less than three guards who had
been given baths by a high-pressure hose when Bron Hoddan departed from
his cell. They wore unamiable expressions.</p>

<p>And then, while the box swore very bitterly, somebody tenderly loosened
a plank&mdash;being careful not to disturb the diplomatic seal&mdash;and pulled it
away with a triumphant gesture. Then all the police could look into the
box. And they did.</p>

<p>Then there was dead silence, except for the voice that came from a
two-way communicator set inside.</p>

<p>"<i>And now</i>," said the voice from the box&mdash;and only now did anybody
notice what the muffling effect of the boards had hidden, that it was a
speaker-unit which had sworn and coughed and sneezed&mdash;"<i>we take our
leave of the planet Walden and its happy police force, who wave to us as
our space-liner lifts toward the skies. The next sound you hear will be
that of their lamentations at our departure.</i>"</p>

<p>But the next sound was a howl of fury. The police were very much
disappointed to learn that Hoddan hadn't been in the box, but only
one-half of a two-way communication pair, and that Hoddan had coughed
and sneezed and sworn at them from the other instrument somewhere else.
Now he signed off.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>The space liner was not lifting off just yet. It was still solidly
aground in the center of the landing grid. Hoddan had bade farewell to
his audience from the floor of the ambassador's ground-car, which at
that moment was safely within the extra-territorial circle about the
spaceship. He turned off the set and got up and brushed himself off. He
got out of the car. The ambassador followed him and shook his hand.</p>

<p>"You have a touch," said the ambassador sedately. "You seem inspired at
times, Hoddan! You have a gift for infuriating constituted authority.
You should plot at your art. You may go far!"</p>

<p>He shook hands again and watched Hoddan walk into the lift which should
raise him&mdash;and did raise him&mdash;to the entrance port of the space liner.</p>

<p>Twenty minutes later the force fields of the giant landing grid lifted
the liner smoothly out to space. The twenty-thousand-ton vessel went
out to five planetary diameters, where its Lawlor drive could take hold
of relatively unstressed space. There the ship jockeyed for line, and
then there was that curious, momentary disturbance of all one's
sensations which was the effect of the overdrive field going on. Then
everything was normal again, except that the liner was speeding for the
planet Krim at something more than thirty times the speed of light.</p>

<p>Normality extended through all the galaxy so far inhabited by men. There
were worlds on which there was peace, and worlds on which there was
tumult. There were busy, zestful young worlds, and languid, weary old
ones. From the Near Rim to the farthest of occupied systems, planets
circled their suns, and men lived on them, and every man took himself
seriously and did not quite believe that the universe had existed before
he was born or would long survive his loss.</p>

<p>Time passed. Comets let out vast streamers like bridal veils and swept
toward and around their suns. Some of them&mdash;one in ten thousand, or
twenty&mdash;were possibly seen by human eyes. The liner bearing Hoddan sped
through the void.</p>

<p>In time it made a landfall on the Planet Krim. He went aground and
observed the spaceport city. It was new and bustling with tall buildings
and traffic jams and a feverish conviction that the purpose of living
was to earn more money this year than last. Its spaceport was
chaotically busy. Hoddan had time for swift sightseeing of one city only
and an estimate of what the people of such a planet would be sure they
wanted. He saw slums and gracious public buildings, and went back to the
spaceport and the liner which then rose upon the landing grid's force
fields until Krim was a great round ball below it. Then there was again
a jockeying for line, and the liner winked out of sight and was again
journeying at thirty times the speed of light.</p>

<p>Again time passed. In one of the remoter galaxies a super-nova flamed,
and on a rocky, barren world a small living thing squirmed
experimentally&mdash;and to mankind the one event was just as important as
the other.</p>

<p>But presently the liner from Krim and Walden appeared in Darth as the
tiniest of shimmering pearly specks against the blue. To the north and
east and west of the spaceport, rugged mountains rose steeply. Patches
of snow showed here and there, and naked rock reared boldly in spurs and
precipices. But there were trees on all the lower slopes, and there was
not really a timberline.</p>

<p>The space liner increased in size, descending toward the landing grid.
The grid itself was a monstrous lattice of steel, half a mile high and
enclosing a circle not less in diameter. It filled much the larger part
of the level valley floor, and horned <i>duryas</i> and what Hoddan later
learned were horses grazed in it. The animals paid no attention to the
deep-toned humming noise the grid made in its operation.</p>

<p>The ship seemed the size of a pea. Presently it was the size of an
apple. Then it was the size of a basketball, and then it swelled
enormously and put out spidery metal legs with large splay metal feet on
them and alighted and settled gently to the ground. The humming stopped.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>There were shoutings. Whips cracked. Straining, horn-tossing <i>duryas</i>
heaved and dragged something, very deliberately, out from between
warehouses under the arches of the grid. There were two dozen of the
<i>duryas</i>, and despite the shouts and whip-crackings they moved with a
stubborn slowness. It took a long time for the object with the
wide-tired wheels to reach a spot below the spacecraft. Then it took
longer, seemingly, for brakes to be set on each wheel, and then for the
draught animals to be arranged to pull as two teams against each other.</p>

<p>More shoutings and whip-crackings. A long, slanting, ladderlike arm
arose. It teetered, and a man with a lurid purple cloak rose with it at
its very end. The ship's air lock opened and a crewman threw a rope. The
purple-cloaked man caught it and made it fast. From somewhere inside the
ship of space the line was hauled in. The end of the landing ramp
touched the sill of the air lock. Somebody made other things fast and
the purple-cloaked man triumphantly entered the ship.</p>

<p>There was a pause. Men loaded carts with cargo to be sent to remote and
unimagined planets. In the air lock, Bron Hoddan stepped to the
unloading ramp and descended to the ground. He was the only passenger.
He had barely reached a firm footing when objects followed him. His own
ship bag&mdash;a gift from the ambassador&mdash;and then parcels, bales, boxes,
and such nondescript items of freight as needed special designation.
Rolls of wire. Long strings of plastic objects, strung like beads on
shipping cords. Plexiskins of fluid which might be anything from wine to
fuel oil in less than bulk-cargo quantities. For a mere five minutes the
flow of freight continued. Darth was not an important center of trade.</p>

<p>Hoddan stared incredulously at the town outside one side of the grid. It
was only a town&mdash;and was almost a village, at that. Its houses had
steep, gabled roofs, of which some seemed to be tile and others thatch.
Its buildings leaned over the narrow streets, which were unpaved. They
looked like mud. And there was not a power-driven ground vehicle
anywhere in sight, nor anything man made in the air.</p>

<p>Great carts trailed out to the unloading belt. They dumped bales of
skins and ingots of metal, and more bales and more ingots. Those objects
rode up to the air lock and vanished. Hoddan was ignored. He felt that
without great care he might be crowded back into the reversed loading
belt and be carried back into the ship.</p>

<p>The loading process ended. The man with the purple cloak, who'd ridden
the teetering belt-beam up, reappeared and came striding grandly down to
ground. Somebody cast off, above. Ropes writhed and fell and dangled.
The ship's air lock door closed.</p>

<p>There was a vast humming sound. The ship lifted sedately. It seemed to
hover momentarily over the group of <i>duryas</i> and humans in the center of
the grid's enclosure. But it was not hovering. It shrank. It was rising
in an absolutely vertical line. It dwindled to the size of a basketball
and then an apple. Then to the size of a pea. And then that pea
diminished until the spaceship from Krim, Walden, Cetis, Rigel and the
Nearer Rim had become the size of a dust mote and then could not be seen
at all. But one knew that it was going on to Lohala and Tralee and
Famagusta and the Coalsack Stars.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan shrugged and began to trudge toward the warehouses. The
<i>durya</i>-drawn landing ramp began to roll slowly in the same direction.
Carts and wagons loaded the stuff discharged from the ship. Creaking,
plodding, with the curved horns of the <i>duryas</i> rising and falling, the
wagons overtook Hoddan and passed him. He saw his ship bag on one of the
carts. It was a gift from the Interstellar Ambassador on Walden. He'd
assured Hoddan that there was a fund for the assistance of political
refugees, and that the bag and its contents was normal. But in addition
to the gift-clothing, Hoddan had a number of stun-pistols, formerly
equipment of the police department of Walden's capital city.</p>

<p>He followed his bag to a warehouse. Arrived there, he found the bag
surrounded by a group of whiskered or mustachioed Darthian characters
wearing felt pants and large sheath-knives. They had opened the bag and
were in the act of ferocious dispute about who should get what of its
contents. Incidentally they argued over the stun-pistols, which looked
like weapons but weren't because nothing happened when one pulled the
trigger. Hoddan grimaced. They'd been in store on the liner during the
voyage. Normally they picked up a trickle charge from broadcast power,
on Walden, but there was no broadcast power on the liner, nor any on
Darth. They'd leaked their charges and were quite useless. The one in
his pocket would be useless, too.</p>

<p>He grimaced again and swerved to the building where the landing grid
controls must be. He opened the door and went in. The interior was smoky
and ill-smelling, but the equipment was wholly familiar. Two unshaven
men&mdash;in violently colored shirts&mdash;languidly played cards. Only one, a
redhead, paid attention to the controls of the landing grid. He watched
dials. As Hoddan pushed his way in, he threw a switch and yawned. The
ship was five diameters out from Darth, and he'd released it from the
landing grid fields. He turned and saw Hoddan.</p>

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<p>"What the hell do you want?" he demanded sharply.</p>

<p>"A few kilowatts," said Hoddan. The redhead's manner was not amiable.</p>

<p>"Get outta here!" he barked.</p>

<p>The transformers and snaky cables leading to relays outside&mdash;all were
clear as print to Hoddan. He moved confidently toward an especially
understandable panel, pulling out his stun-pistol and briskly breaking
back the butt for charging. He shoved the pistol butt to contact with
two terminals devised for another purpose, and the pistol slipped for an
instant and a blue spark flared.</p>

<p>"Quit that!" roared the red-headed man. The unshaven men pushed back
from their game of cards. One of them stood up, smiling unpleasantly.</p>

<p>The stun-pistol clicked. Hoddan withdrew it from charging-contact,
flipped the butt shut, and turned toward the three men. Two of them
charged him suddenly&mdash;the redhead and the unpleasant smiler.</p>

<p>The stun-pistol hummed. The redhead howled. He'd been hit in the hand.
His unshaven companion buckled in the middle and fell to the floor. The
third man backed away in panic, automatically raising his arms in
surrender.</p>

<p>Hoddan saw no need for further action. He nodded graciously and went out
of the control building, swinging the recharged pistol in his hand. In
the warehouse, argument still raged over his possessions. He went in,
briskly. Nobody looked at him. The casual appropriation of unguarded
property was apparently a social norm, here. The man in the purple cloak
was insisting furiously that he was a Darthian gentleman and he'd have
his share or else&mdash;</p>

<p>"Those things," said Hoddan, "are mine. Put them back."</p>

<p>Faces turned to him, expressing shocked surprise. A man in dirty yellow
pants stood up with a suit of Hoddan's underwear and a pair of shoes. He
moved with great dignity to depart.</p>

<p>The stun-pistol buzzed. He leaped and howled and fled. Hoddan had aimed
accurately enough, but prudence suggested that if he appeared to kill
anybody, the matter might become serious. So he'd fired to sting the man
with a stun-pistol bolt at about the same spot where, on Walden, he'd
scorched members of a party of police in ambush. It was nice shooting.
But this happened to be a time and place where prudence did not pay.</p>

<p>There was a concerted gasp of outrage. Men leaped to their feet. Large
knives came out of elaborate holsters. Figures in all the colors of the
rainbow&mdash;all badly soiled&mdash;roared their indignation and charged at
Hoddan. They waved knives as they came.</p>

<p>He held down the stun-pistol trigger and traversed the rushing men. The
whining buzz of the weapon was inaudible, at first, but before he
released the trigger it was plainly to be heard. Then there was silence.
His attackers formed a very untidy heap on the floor. They breathed
stertorously. Hoddan began to retrieve his possessions. He rolled a man
over, for the purpose.</p>

<p>A pair of very blue, apprehensive eyes stared at him. Their owner had
stumbled over one man and been stumbled over by others. He gazed up at
Hoddan, speechless.</p>

<p>"Hand me that, please," said Hoddan. He pointed.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>The man in the purple cloak obeyed, shaking. Hoddan completed the
recovery of all his belongings. He turned. The man in the purple cloak
winced and closed his eyes.</p>

<p>"Hm-m-m," said Hoddan. He needed information. He wasn't likely to get it
from the men in the grid's control room. He would hardly be popular with
any of these, either. He irritably suspected himself of a tendency to
make enemies unnecessarily. But he did need directions. He said: "I have
a letter of introduction to one Don Loris, prince of something-or-other,
lord of this, baron of that, and claimant to the dukedom of the other
thing. Would you have any idea how I could reach him?"</p>

<p>The man in the purple cloak gaped at Hoddan.</p>

<p>"He is ... my chieftain," he said, aghast. "I ... am Thal, his most
trusted retainer." Then he practically wailed, "You must be the man I
was sent to meet! He sent me to learn if you came on the ship! I should
have fought by your side! This is disgrace!"</p>

<p>"It's disgraceful," agreed Hoddan grimly. But he, who had been born and
raised in a space-pirate community, should not be too critical of
others. "Let it go. How do I find him?"</p>

<p>"I should take you!" complained Thal bitterly. "But you have killed all
these men. Their friends and chieftains are honor bound to cut your
throat! And you shot Merk, but he ran away, and he will be summoning his
friends to come and kill you now! This is shame! This is&mdash;" Then he said
hopefully: "Your strange weapon! How many men can you fight? If fifty,
we may live to ride away. If more, we may even reach Don Loris' castle.
How many?"</p>

<p>"We'll see what we see," said Hoddan dourly. "But I'd better charge
these other pistols. You can come with me, or wait. I haven't killed
these men. They're only stunned. They'll come around presently."</p>

<p>He went out of the warehouse, carrying the bag which was again loaded
with uncharged stun-pistols. He went back to the grid's control room. He
pushed it open and entered for the second time. The red-headed man swore
and rubbed at his hand. The man who'd smiled unpleasantly lay in a heap
on the floor. The second unshaven man jittered visibly at sight of
Hoddan.</p>

<p>"I'm back," said Hoddan politely, "for more kilowatts."</p>

<p>He put his bag conveniently close to the terminals at which his pistols
could be recharged. He snapped open a pistol butt and presented it to
the electric contacts.</p>

<p>"Quaint customs you have here," he said conversationally. "Robbing a
newcomer. Resenting his need for a few watts of power that comes free
from the sky." The stun-pistol clicked. He snapped the butt shut and
opened another, which he placed in contact for charging. "Making him
act," he said acidly, "with manners as bad as the local ones. Going at
him with knives so he has to be resentful in his turn." The second
stun-pistol clicked. He closed it and began to charge a third. He said
severely: "Innocent tourists&mdash;relatively innocent ones, anyhow&mdash;are not
likely to be favorably impressed with Darth!" He had the charging
process going swiftly now. He began to charge a fourth weapon. "It's
particularly bad manners," he added sternly, "to stand there grinding
your teeth at me while your friend behind the desk crawls after an
old-fashioned chemical gun to shoot me with."</p>

<p>He snapped the fourth pistol shut and went after the man who'd dropped
down behind a desk. He came upon that man, hopelessly panicked, just as
his hands closed on a clumsy gun that was supposed to set off a chemical
explosive to propel a metal bullet.</p>

<p>"Don't!" said Hoddan severely. "If I have to shoot you at this range,
you'll have blisters!"</p>

<p>He took the weapon out of the other man's hands. He went back and
finished charging the rest of the pistols.</p>

<p>He returned most of them to his bag, though he stuck others in his belt
and pockets to the point where he looked like the fiction-tape pictures
of space pirates. But he knew what space pirates were actually like. He
moved to the door. As a last thought, he picked up the bullet-firing
weapon.</p>

<p>"There's only one spaceship here a month," he observed politely, "so
I'll be around. If you want to get in touch with me, ask Don Loris. I'm
going to visit him while I look over professional opportunities on
Darth."</p>

<p>He went out once more. Somehow he felt more cheerful than a half-hour
since, when he'd landed as the only passenger from the space liner. Then
he'd felt ignored and lonely and friendless on a strange and primitive
world. He still had no friends, but he had already acquired some enemies
and therefore material for more or less worthwhile achievement. He
surveyed the sunlit scene about him from the control-room door.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Thal, the purple-cloaked man, had brought two shaggy-haired animals
around to the door of the warehouse. Hoddan later learned that they were
horses. He was frenziedly in the act of mounting one of them. As he
climbed up, small bright metal disks cascaded from a pocket. He tried to
stop the flow of money as he got feverishly into the saddle.</p>

<p>From the gable-roofed small town a mob of some thirty mounted men
plunged toward the landing grid. They wore garments of yellow and blue
and magenta. They waved large-bladed knives and made bloodthirsty
noises. Thal saw them and bolted, riding one horse and towing the other
by a lead rope. It happened that his line of retreat passed by where
Hoddan stood.</p>

<p>Hoddan held up his hand. Thal reined in.</p>

<p>"Mount!" he cried hoarsely. "Mount and ride!"</p>

<p>Hoddan passed up the chemical&mdash;powder&mdash;gun. Thal seized it frantically.</p>

<p>"Hurry!" he panted. "Don Loris would have my throat cut if I deserted
you! Mount and ride!"</p>

<p>Hoddan painstakingly fastened his bag to the saddle of the lead horse.
He unfastened the lead rope. He'd noticed that Thal pulled in the
leather reins to stop the horse. He'd seen that he kicked it furiously
to urge it on. He deduced that one steered the animal by pulling on one
strap or the other. He climbed clumsily to a seat.</p>

<p>There was a howl from the racing, mounted men. They waved their knives
and yelled in zestful anticipation of murder.</p>

<p>Hoddan pulled on a rein. His horse turned obediently. He kicked it. The
animal broke into a run toward the rushing mob. The jolting motion
amazed Hoddan. One could not shoot straight while being shaken up like
this! He dragged back on the reins. The horse stopped.</p>

<p>"Come!" yelled Thal despairingly. "This way! Quick!"</p>

<p>Hoddan got out a stun-pistol. Sitting erect, frowning a little in his
concentration, he began to take pot-shots at the charging small horde.</p>

<p>Three of them got close enough to be blistered when stun-pistol bolts
hit them. Others toppled from their saddles at distances ranging from
one hundred yards to twenty. A good dozen, however, saw what was
happening in time to swerve their mounts and hightail it away. But there
were eighteen luridly-tinted heaps of garments on the ground inside the
landing grid. Two or three of them squirmed and swore. Hoddan had partly
missed, on them. He heard the chemical weapon booming thunderously. Now
that victory was won, Thal was shooting valorously. Hoddan held up his
hand for cease fire. Thal rode up beside him, not quite believing what
he'd seen.</p>

<p>"Wonderful!" he said shakily. "Wonderful! Don Loris will be pleased! He
will give me gifts for my help to you! This is a great fight! We will be
great men, after this!"</p>

<p>"Then let's go and brag," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>Thal was shocked.</p>

<p>"You need me," he said commiseratingly. "It is fortunate that Don Loris
chose me to fight beside you!"</p>

<p>He sent his horse trotting toward the mostly unconscious men on the
ground. He alighted. Hoddan saw him happily and publicly pick the
pockets of the stun-gun's victims. He came back, beaming and now
swaggering in his saddle.</p>

<p>"We will be famous!" he said zestfully. "Two against thirty, and some
ran away!" He gloated. "And it was a good haul! We share, of course,
because we are companions."</p>

<p>"Is it the custom," asked Hoddan mildly, "to loot defenseless men?"</p>

<p>"But of course!" said Thal. "How else can a gentleman live, if he has no
chieftain to give him presents? You defeated them, so of course you take
their possessions!"</p>

<p>"Ah, yes," said Hoddan. "To be sure!"</p>

<p>He rode on. The road was a mere horse track. Presently it was less than
that. He saw a frowning, battlemented stronghold away off to the left.
Thal openly hoped that somebody would come from that castle and try to
charge them toll for riding over their lord's land. After Hoddan had
knocked them over with the stun-pistol, Thal would add to the heavy
weight of coins already in his possession.</p>

<p>It did not look promising, in a way. But just before sunset, Hoddan saw
three tiny bright lights flash across the sky from west to east. They
moved in formation and at identical speeds. Hoddan knew a spaceship in
orbit when he saw one. He bristled, and muttered under his breath.</p>

<p>"What's that?" asked Thal. "What did you say?"</p>

<p>"I said," said Hoddan dourly, "that I've got to do something about
Walden. When they get an idea in their heads...."</p>



<hr class='cb' />

<h2>IV</h2>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>According to the fiction tapes, the colonized worlds of the galaxy vary
wildly from each other. In cold and unromantic fact, it isn't so. Space
travel is too cheap and sol-type solar systems too numerous to justify
the settlement of hostile worlds. There's no point in trying to live
where one has to put on special equipment every time he goes outdoors.
There's no reason to settle on a world where one can't grow the kind of
vegetation one's ancestors adapted themselves to some tens of thousands
of generations ago. It simply doesn't make sense!</p>

<p>So the inhabited worlds of the galaxy are farther apart than they could
be, perhaps, and much more alike than is necessary. But the human race
has a predilection for gravity fields not too far from 980cm-sec
accellerative force. We humans were designed for something like that. We
prefer foodstuffs containing familiar amino compounds. Our metabolism
was designed around them. And since our geneticists have learned how to
put aggressiveness into the genes of terrestrial-origin plants&mdash;why
nowadays they briskly overwhelm the native flora wherever they are
introduced. And it's rational to let it happen. If people are to thrive
and multiply on new worlds as they are colonized, it's more convenient
to modify the worlds to fit the colonists than the colonists to fit the
worlds.</p>

<p>Therefore Bron Hoddan encountered no remarkable features in the
landscape of Darth as he rode through the deepening night. There was
grass, which was not luxuriant. There were bushes, which were not unduly
lush. There were trees, and birds, and various other commonplace living
things whose forebears had been dumped on Darth some centuries before.
The ecological system had worked itself out strictly by hit-or-miss, but
the result was not unfamiliar. Save for the star-pattern overhead,
Hoddan could have believed himself on some parts of Zan, or some parts
of Walden, or very probably somewhere or other on Lohala or Kent or
Famagusta or any other occupied world between the Rims.</p>

<p>There was, though, the star-pattern. Hoddan tried to organize it in his
mind. He knew where the sun had set, which would be west. He asked the
latitude of the Darthian spaceport. Thal did not know it. He asked about
major geographical features&mdash;seas and continents and so on. Thal had no
ideas on the subject.</p>

<p>Hoddan fumed. He hadn't worried about such things on Walden. Of course,
on Walden he'd had one friend, Derec, and believed he had a sweetheart,
Nedda. There he was lonely and schemed to acquire the admiration of
others. He ignored the sky. Here on Darth he had no friends, but there
were a number of local citizens now doubtless recovered from
stun-pistol bolts and yearning to carve him up with large knives. He did
not feel lonely, but the instinct to know where he was, was again in
operation.</p>

<p>The ground was rocky and far from level. After two hours of riding on a
small and wiry horse with no built-in springs, Hoddan hurt in a great
many places he'd never known he owned. He and Thal rode in an
indeterminate direction with an irregular scarp of low mountains
silhouetted against the unfamiliar stars. A vagrant night-wind blew.
Thal had said it was a three-hour ride to Don Loris' castle. After
something over two of them, he said meditatively:</p>

<p>"I think that if you wish to give me a present I will take it and not
make a gift in return. You could give me," he added helpfully, "your
share of the plunder from our victims."</p>

<p>"Why?" demanded Hoddan. "Why should I give you a present?"</p>

<p>"If I accepted it," explained Thal, "and made no gift in return, I would
become your retainer. Then it would be my obligation as a Darthian
gentleman to ride beside you, advise, counsel, and fight in your
defense, and generally to uphold your dignity."</p>

<p>Hoddan suspected himself of blisters in places that had no dignity about
them. He said suspiciously:</p>

<p>"How about Don Loris? Aren't you his retainer?"</p>

<p>"Between the two of us," said Thal, "he's stingy. His presents are not
as lavish as they could be. I can make him a return-present of part of
the money we won in combat. That frees me of duty to him. Then I could
accept the balance of the money from you, and become a retainer of
yours."</p>

<p>"Oh," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>"You need a retainer badly," said Thal. "You do not know the customs
here. For example, there is enmity between Don Loris and the young Lord
Ghek. If the young Lord Ghek is as enterprising as he should be, some of
his retainers should be lying in wait to cut our throats as we approach
Don Loris' stronghold."</p>

<p>"Hm-m-m," said Hoddan grimly. But Thal seemed undisturbed. "This system
of gifts and presents sounds complicated. Why doesn't Don Loris simply
give you so much a year, or week, or whatnot?"</p>

<p>Thal made a shocked sound.</p>

<p>"That would be pay! A Darthian gentleman does not serve for pay! To
offer it would be insult!" Then he said, "Listen!"</p>

<p>He reined in. Hoddan clumsily followed his example. After a moment or
two Thal clucked to his horse and started off again.</p>

<p>"It was nothing," he said regretfully. "I hoped we were riding into an
ambush."</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan grunted. It could be that he was being told a tall tale. But back
at the spaceport, the men who came after him waving large knives had
seemed sincere enough.</p>

<p>"Why should we be ambushed?" he asked. "And why do you hope for it?"</p>

<p>"Your weapons would destroy our enemies," said Thal placidly, "and the
pickings would be good." He added: "We should be ambushed because the
Lady Fani refused to marry the Lord Ghek. She is Don Loris' daughter,
and to refuse to marry a man is naturally a deadly insult. So he should
ravage Don Loris' lands at every opportunity until he gets a chance to
carry off the Lady Fani and marry her by force. That is the only way the
insult can be wiped out."</p>

<p>"I see," said Hoddan ironically.</p>

<p>He didn't. The two horses topped a rise, and far in the distance there
was a yellow light, with a mist above it as of illuminated smoke.</p>

<p>"That is Don Loris' stronghold," said Thal. He sighed. "It looks like we
may not be ambushed."</p>

<p>They weren't. It was very dark where the horses forged ahead through
brushwood. As they moved onward, the single light became two. They were
great bonfires burning in iron cages some forty feet up in the air.
Those cages projected from the battlements of a massive, cut-stone wall.
There was no light anywhere else underneath the stars.</p>

<p>Thal rode almost underneath the cressets and shouted upward. A voice
answered. Presently a gate clanked open and a black, cavelike opening
appeared behind it. Thal rode grandly in, and Hoddan followed. Now that
the ride seemed over, he let himself realize where he ached from the
unaccustomed exercise. Everywhere. He also guessed at the area of his
skin first rubbed to blisters and then to the discomfort of raw flesh
underneath.</p>

<p>The gate clanked shut. Torches waved overhead. Hoddan found that he and
Thal had ridden into a very tiny courtyard. Twenty feet above them, an
inner battlemented wall offered excellent opportunities for the
inhabitants of the castle to throw things down at visitors who after
admission turned out to be undesired.</p>

<p>Thal shouted further identifications, including a boastful and entirely
untruthful declaration that he and Hoddan, together, had slaughtered
twenty men in one place and thirty in another, and left them lying in
their gore.</p>

<p>The voices that replied sounded derisive. Somebody came down a rope and
fastened the gate from the inside. With an extreme amount of creaking,
an inner gate swung wide. Men came out of it and took the horses. Hoddan
dismounted, and it seemed to him that he creaked as loudly as the gate.
Thal swaggered, displaying coins he had picked from the pockets of the
men the stun-pistols had disabled. He said splendidly to Hoddan:</p>

<p>"I go to announce your coming to Don Loris. These are his retainers.
They will give you to drink." He added amiably, "If you were given food,
it would be disgraceful to cut your throat."</p>

<p>He disappeared. Hoddan carried his ship bag and followed a man in a
dirty pink shirt to a stone-walled room containing a table and a chair.
He sat down, relieved to have a rest for his back. The man in the pink
shirt brought him a flagon of wine. He disappeared again.</p>

<p>Hoddan drank sour wine and brooded. He was very hungry and very tired,
and it seemed to him that he had been disillusioned in a new dimension.
Morbidly, he remembered a frequently given lecture from his grandfather
on Zan.</p>

<p>"It's no use!" it was the custom of his grandfather to say. "There's not
a bit o' use in having brains! All they do is get you into trouble! A
lucky idiot's ten times better off than a brainy man with a jinx on him!
A smart man starts thinkin', and he thinks himself into a jail cell if
his luck is bad, and good luck's wasted on him because it ain't
reasonable and he don't believe in it when it happens! It's taken me a
lifetime to keep my brains from ruinin' me! No, sir! I hope none o' my
descendants inherit my brains! I pity 'em if they do!"</p>

<p>Hoddan had been on Darth not more than four hours. In that time he'd
found himself robbed, had resented it, had been the object of two
spirited attempts at assassination, had ridden an excruciating number of
miles on an unfamiliar animal, and now found himself in a stone dungeon
and deprived of food lest feeding him obligate his host not to cut his
throat. And he'd gotten into this by himself! He'd chosen it! He'd
practically asked for it!</p>

<p>He began strongly to share his grandfather's disillusioned view of
brains.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>After a long time the door of the cell opened. Thal was back, chastened.</p>

<p>"Don Loris wants to talk to you," he said in a subdued voice. "He's not
pleased."</p>

<p>Hoddan took another gulp of the wine. He picked up his ship bag and
limped to the door. He decided painfully that he was limping on the
wrong leg. He tried the other. No improvement. He really needed to limp
on both.</p>

<p>He followed a singularly silent Thal through a long stone corridor and
up stone steps until they came to a monstrous hall with torches in
holders on the side walls. It was barbarically hung with banners, but it
was not exactly a cheery place. At the far end logs burned in a great
fireplace.</p>

<p>Don Loris sat in a carved chair beside it; wizened and white-bearded, in
a fur-trimmed velvet robe, with a peevish expression on his face.</p>

<p>"My chieftain," said Thal subduedly, "here is the engineer from Walden."</p>

<p>Hoddan scowled at Don Loris, whose expression of peevishness did not
lighten. He did regard Hoddan with a flicker of interest, however. A
stranger who unfeignedly scowls at a feudal lord with no superior and
many inferiors is anyhow a novelty.</p>

<p>"Thal tells me," said Don Loris fretfully, "that you and he, together,
slaughtered some dozens of the retainers of my neighbors today. I
consider it unfortunate. They may ask me to have the two of you hanged,
and it would be impolite to refuse."</p>

<p>Hoddan said truculently:</p>

<p>"I considered it impolite for your neighbors' retainers to march toward
me waving large knives and announcing what they intended to do to my
inwards with them!"</p>

<p>"Yes," agreed Don Loris impatiently. "I concede that point. It is
natural enough to act hastily at such times. But still&mdash; How many did you
kill?"</p>

<p>"None," said Hoddan curtly. "I shot them with stun-pistols I'd just
charged in the control room of the landing grid."</p>

<p>Don Loris sat up straight.</p>

<p>"Stun-pistols?" he demanded sharply. "You used stun-pistols on Darth?"</p>

<p>"Naturally on Darth," said Hoddan with some tartness. "I was here! But
nobody was killed. One or two may be slightly blistered. All of them had
their pockets picked by Thal. I understand that is a local custom.
There's nothing to worry about."</p>

<p>But Don Loris stared at him, aghast.</p>

<p>"But this is deplorable!" he protested. "Stun-pistols used here? It is
the one thing I would have given strict orders to avoid! My neighbors
will talk about it. Some of them may even think about it! You could have
used any other weapon, but of all things why did you have to use a
stun-pistol?"</p>

<p>"Because I had one," said Hoddan briefly.</p>

<p>"Horrible!" said Don Loris peevishly. "The worst thing you could
possibly have done! I have to disown you. Unmistakably! You'll have to
disappear at once. We'll blame it on Ghek's retainers."</p>

<p>Hoddan said:</p>

<p>"Disappear? Me?"</p>

<p>"Vanish," said Don Loris. "I suppose there's no real necessity to cut
your throat, but you plainly have to disappear, though it would have
been much more discreet if you'd simply gotten killed."</p>

<p>"I was indiscreet to survive?" demanded Hoddan bristling.</p>

<p>"Extremely so!" snapped Don Loris. "Here I had you come all the way from
Walden to help arrange a delicate matter, and before you'd traveled even
the few miles to my castle&mdash;within minutes of landing on Darth!&mdash;you
spoiled everything! I am a reasonable man, but there are the facts! You
used stun-pistols, so you have to disappear. I think it generous for me
to say only until people on Darth forget that such things exist. But the
two of you ... oh, for a year or so ... there are some fairly cozy
dungeons&mdash;"</p>

<p>Hoddan seethed suddenly. He'd tried to do something brilliant on Walden,
and had been framed for jail for life. He'd defended his life and
property on Darth, and nearly the same thing popped up as a prospect.
Hoddan angrily suspected fate and chance of plain conspiracy against
him.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>But there was an interruption. A clanking of arms sounded somewhere
nearby. Men with long, gruesome, glittering spears came through a
doorway. They stood aside. A girl entered the great hall. More spearmen
followed her. They stopped by the door. The girl came across the hall.</p>

<p>She was a pretty girl, but Hoddan hardly noticed the fact. With so many
other things on his mind, he had no time for girls.</p>

<p>Thal, behind him, said in a quivering voice:</p>

<p>"My Lady Fani, I beg you to plead with your father for his most faithful
retainer!"</p>

<p>The girl looked surprisedly at him. Her eyes fell on Hoddan. She looked
interested. Hoddan, at that moment, was very nearly as disgusted and as
indignant as a man could be. He did not look romantically at her&mdash;which
to the Lady Fani, daughter of that Don Loris who was prince of this and
baron of that and so on, was news. He did not look at her at all. He
ground his teeth.</p>

<p>"Don't try to wheedle me, Fani!" snapped Don Loris. "I am a reasonable
man, but I indulge you too much&mdash;even to allowing you to refuse that
young imbecile Ghek, with no end of inconvenience as a result. But I
will not have you question my decision about Thal and this Hoddan
person!"</p>

<p>The girl said pleasantly:</p>

<p>"Of course not, Father. But what have they done?"</p>

<p>"The two of them," snapped Don Loris again, "fought twenty men today and
defeated all of them! Thal plundered them. Then thirty other men,
mounted, tried to avenge the first and they defeated them also! Thal
plundered eighteen. And all this was permissible, if unlikely. But they
did it with stun-pistols! Everybody within news range will talk of it!
They'll know that this Hoddan came to Darth to see me! They'll suspect
that I imported new weapons for political purposes! They'll guess at the
prettiest scheme I've had these twenty years!"</p>

<p>The girl stood still. A spearman leaned his weapon against the wall,
raced across the hall, shifted a chair to a convenient position for the
Lady Fani to sit on it, and raced back to his fellows. She sat down.</p>

<p>"But did they really defeat so many?" she asked, marveling. "That's
wonderful! And Thal was undoubtedly fighting in defense of someone you'd
told him to protect, as a loyal retainer should do. Wasn't he?"</p>

<p>"I wish," fumed her father, "that you would not throw in irrelevances! I
sent him to bring this Hoddan here this afternoon, not to massacre my
neighbors' retainers&mdash;or rather, not to not massacre them. A little
blood-letting would have done no harm, but stun-pistols&mdash;"</p>

<p>"He was protecting somebody he was told to protect," said Fani. "And
this other man, this&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Hoddan. Bron Hoddan," said her father irritably. "Yes. He was
protecting himself! Doubtless he thought he did me a service in doing
that! But if he'd only let himself get killed quietly the whole affair
would be simplified!"</p>

<p>The Lady Fani said with quiet dignity:</p>

<p>"By the same reasoning, Father, it would simplify things greatly if I
let the Lord Ghek kidnap me."</p>

<p>"It's not the same thing at all&mdash;"</p>

<p>"At least," said Fani, "I wouldn't have a pack of spearmen following me
about like puppies everywhere I go!"</p>

<p>"It's not the same&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Their breaths smelling of wine except when they smell of beer, and they
breathe very noisily and&mdash;"</p>

<p>"It's not&mdash;"</p>

<p>"And it's especially unreasonable," said the Lady Fani with even greater
dignity, "when you could put Thal and this&mdash;Hoddan person on duty to
guard me instead. If they can fight twenty and thirty men at once, all
by themselves, it doesn't seem to me that you think much of my safety
when you want to lock them up somewhere instead of using them to keep
your daughter safe from that particularly horrible Ghek!"</p>

<p>Don Loris swore in a cracked voice. Then he said:</p>

<p>"To end the argument I'll think it over. Until tomorrow. Now go away!"</p>

<p>Fani, beaming, rose and kissed him on the forehead. He squirmed. She
turned to leave, and beckoned casually for Thal and Hoddan to follow
her.</p>

<p>"My chieftain," said Thal tremulously, "do we depart, too?"</p>

<p>"Yes!" rasped Don Loris. "Get out of my sight!"</p>

<p>Thal moved with agility in the wake of the Lady Fani. Hoddan picked up
his bag and followed. This, he considered darkly, was in the nature of a
reprieve only. And if those three spaceships overhead did come from
Walden&mdash;but why three?</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>The Lady Fani went out the door she'd entered by. Some of the spearmen
went ahead, and others closed in behind her. Hoddan followed. There were
stone steps leading upward. They were steep and uneven and interminable.
Hoddan climbed on aching legs for what seemed ages.</p>

<p>Stars appeared. The leading spearmen stepped out on a flagstoned level
area. When Hoddan got there he saw that they had arrived at the
battlements of a high part of the castle wall. Starlight showed a
rambling wall of circumvallation, with peaked roofs inside it. He could
look down into a courtyard where a fire burned and several men busily
did things beside it. But there were no other lights. Beyond the castle
wall the ground stretched away toward a nearby range of rugged low
mountains. It was vaguely splotched with different degrees of darkness,
where fields and pastures and woodland copses stood.</p>

<p>"Here's a bench," said Fani cheerfully, "and you can sit down beside me
and explain things. What's your name, again, and where did you come
from?"</p>

<p>"I'm Bron Hoddan," said Hoddan. He found himself scowling. "I come from
Zan, where everybody is a space pirate. My grandfather heads the most
notorious of the pirate gangs."</p>

<p>"Wonderful!" said Fani, admiringly. "I knew you couldn't be just an
ordinary person and fight like my father said you did today!"</p>

<p>Thal cleared his throat.</p>

<p>"Lady Fani&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Hush!" said Fani. "You're a nice old fuddy-duddy that father sent to
the spaceport because he figured you'd be too timid to get into trouble.
Hush!" To Hoddan she said interestedly, "Now, tell me all about the
fighting. It must have been terrible!"</p>

<p>She watched him with her head on one side, expectantly.</p>

<p>"The fighting I did today," said Hoddan angrily, "was exactly as
dangerous and as difficult as shooting fish in a bucket. A little more
trouble, but not much."</p>

<p>Even in the starlight he could see that her expression was more admiring
than before.</p>

<p>"I thought you'd say something like that!" she said contentedly. "Go
on!"</p>

<p>"That's all," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>"Quite all?"</p>

<p>"I can't think of anything else," he told her. He added drearily: "I
rode a horse for three hours today. I'm not used to it. I ache. Your
father is thinking of putting me in a dungeon until some scheme or other
of his goes through. I'm disappointed. I'm worried about three lights
that went across the sky at sundown and I'm simply too tired and
befuddled for normal conversation."</p>

<p>"Oh," said Fani.</p>

<p>"If I may take my leave," said Hoddan querulously, "I'll get some rest
and do some thinking when I get up. I'll hope to have more entertaining
things to say."</p>

<p>He got to his feet and picked up his bag.</p>

<p>"Where do I go?" he asked.</p>

<p>Fani regarded him enigmatically. Thal squirmed.</p>

<p>"Thal will show you." Then Fani said deliberately, "Bron Hoddan, will
you fight for me?"</p>

<p>Thal plucked anxiously at his arm. Hoddan said politely:</p>

<p>"If at all desirable, yes. But now I must get some sleep."</p>

<p>"Thank you," said Fani. "I am troubled by the Lord Ghek."</p>

<p>She watched him move away. Thal, moaning softly, went with him down
another monstrosity of a stone stairway.</p>

<p>"Oh, what folly!" mourned Thal. "I tried to warn you! You would not pay
attention! When the Lady Fani asked if you would fight for her, you
should have said if her father permitted you that honor. But you said
yes! The spearmen heard you! Now you must either fight the Lord Ghek
within a night and day or be disgraced!"</p>

<p>"I doubt," said Hoddan tiredly, "that the obligations of Darthian
gentility apply to the grandson of a pirate or an escap.... To me."</p>

<p>He'd been about to say an escaped criminal from Walden, but caught
himself in time.</p>

<p>"But they do apply!" said Thal, shocked. "A man who has been disgraced
has no rights! Any man may plunder him, any man may kill him at will.
But if he resists plundering or kills anybody else in self-defense, he
is hanged!"</p>

<p>Hoddan stopped short in his descent of the uneven stone steps.</p>

<p>"That's me from now on?" he said sardonically. "Of course the Lady Fani
didn't mean to put me on such a spot!"</p>

<p>"You were not polite," explained Thal. "She'd persuaded her father out
of putting us in a dungeon until he thought of us again. You should at
least have shown good manners! You should have said that you came here
across deserts and flaming oceans because of the fame of her beauty. You
might have said you heard songs of her sweetness beside campfires half a
world away. She might not have believed you, but&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Hold it!" said Hoddan. "That's just manners? What would you say to a
girl you really liked?"</p>

<p>"Oh, then," said Thal, "you'd get complimentary!"</p>

<p>Hoddan went heavily down the rest of the steps. He was not in the least
pleased. On a strange world, with strange customs, and with his weapons
losing their charge every hour, he did not need any handicaps. But if he
got into a worse-than-outlawed category such as Thal described&mdash;</p>

<p>At the bottom of the stairs he said, seething:</p>

<p>"When you've tucked me in bed, go back and ask the Lady Fani to arrange
for me to have a horse and permission to go fight this Lord Ghek right
after breakfast!"</p>

<p>He was too much enraged to think further. He let himself be led into
some sort of quarters which probably answered Don Loris' description of
a cozy dungeon. Thal vanished and came back with ointments for Hoddan's
blisters, but no food. He explained again that food given to Hoddan
would make it disgraceful to cut his throat. And Hoddan swore
poisonously, but stripped off his garments and smeared himself lavishly
where he had lost skin. The ointment stung like fire, and he presently
lay awake in a sort of dreary fury. And he was ravenous!</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>It seemed to him that he lay awake for aeons, but he must have dozed off
because he was awakened by a yell. It was not a complete yell; only the
first part of one. It stopped in a particularly unpleasant fashion, and
its echoes went reverberating through the stony walls of the castle.
Hoddan was out of bed with a stun-pistol in his hand in a hurry, before
that first yell was followed by other shouts and outcries, by the
clashing of steel upon steel, and all the frenzied tumult of combat in
the dark. The uproar moved. In seconds the sound of fighting came from a
plainly different direction, as if a striking force of some sort went
rushing through only indifferently defended corridors.</p>

<p>It would not pass before Hoddan's door, but he growled to himself. On a
feudal world, presumably one might expect anything. But there was a
situation in being, here, in which etiquette required a rejected suitor
to carry off a certain scornful maiden by force. Some young lordling
named Ghek had to carry off Fani or be considered a man of no spirit.</p>

<p>A gun went off somewhere. It was a powder gun, exploding violently to
send a metal bullet somewhere. It went off again. There was an instant
almost of silence. Then an intolerable screeching of triumph, and
shrieks of another sort entirely, and the excessively loud clash of arms
once more.</p>

<p>Hoddan was clothed, now&mdash;at least clothed enough to have places to stick
stun-pistols. He jerked on the door to open it, irritably demanding of
himself how he would know which side was which, or for that matter which
side he should fight on.</p>

<p>The door was locked. He raged. He flung himself against it and it barely
quivered. It was barred on the outside. He swore in highly indecorous
terms, and tore his bedstead apart to get a battering-ram.</p>

<p>The fighting reached a climax. He heard a girl scream, and without
question knew that it was the Lady Fani, and equally without question
knew that he would fight to keep any girl from being abducted by a man
she didn't want to marry. He swung the log which was the corner post of
his bed. Something cracked. He swung again.</p>

<p>The sound of battle changed to that of a running fight. The objective of
the raiders had been reached. Having gotten what they came for&mdash;and it
could only be Fani&mdash;they retreated swiftly, fighting only to cover their
retreat. Hoddan swung his bed leg with furious anger. He heard a flurry
of yells and sword strokes, and a fierce, desperate cry from Fani among
them, and a plank in his guest-room-dungeon door gave way. He struck
again. The running raiders poured past a corner some yards away. He
battered and swore, swore and battered as the tumult moved, and he
suddenly heard a scurrying thunder of horses' hoofs outside the castle
altogether. There were yells of derisive triumph and the pounding,
rumbling sound of horses headed away in the night until it was lost.</p>

<p>Still raging inarticulately, Hoddan crashed his small log at the door.
He was not consciously concerned about the distress Don Loris might feel
over the abduction of his daughter. But there is an instinct in most men
against the forcing of a girl to marriage against her will. Hoddan
battered at his door. Around him the castle began to hum like a hive of
bees. Women cried out or exclaimed, and men shouted furiously to one
another, and off-duty fighting men came belatedly looking for somebody
to fight, dragging weapons behind them and not knowing where to find
enemies.</p>

<p>Bron Hoddan probably made as much noise as any four of them. Somebody
brought a light somewhere near. It shone through the cracks in the
splintered planks. He could see to aim. He smote savagely and the door
came apart. It fell outward and he found himself in the corridor
outside, being stared at by complete strangers.</p>

<p>"It's the engineer," someone explained to someone else. "I saw him when
he rode in with Thal."</p>

<p>"I want Thal," said Hoddan coldly. "I want a dozen horses. I want men to
ride them with me." He pushed his way forward. "Which way to the
stables?"</p>

<p>But then he went back and picked up his bag of stun-pistols. His air was
purposeful and his manner furious. The retainers of Don Loris were in an
extremely apologetic frame of mind. The Lady Fani had been carried off
into the night by a raiding party undoubtedly led by Lord Ghek. The
defenders of the castle hadn't prevented it. So there was no special
reason to obey Hoddan, but there was every reason to seem to be doing
something useful.</p>

<p>He found himself almost swept along by agitated retainers trying to look
as if they were about a purposeful affair. They went down a long ramp,
calling uneasily to each other. They eddied around a place where two men
lay quite still on the floor. Then there were shouts of, "Thal! This
way, Thal!" and Hoddan found himself in a small stone-walled courtyard
doubtless inside a sally-port. It was filled with milling figures and
many waving torches. And there was Thal, desperately pale and
frightened. Behind him there was Don Loris, his eyes burning and his
hands twitching, literally speechless from fury.</p>

<p>"Pick a dozen men, Thal!" commanded Hoddan. "Get 'em on horses! Get a
horse for me, dammit! I'll show 'em how to use the stun-pistols as we
ride!"</p>

<p>Thal panted, shaking:</p>

<p>"They ... hamstrung most of the horses!"</p>

<p>"Get the ones that are left!" barked Hoddan. He suddenly raged at Don
Loris. "Here's another time stun-pistols get used on Darth! Object to
this if you want to!"</p>

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<p>Hoofbeats. Thal on a horse that shied and reared at the flames and
confusion. Other horses, skittish and scared, with the smell of spilt
blood in their nostrils, fighting the men who led them, their eyes
rolling.</p>

<p>Thal called names as he looked about him. There was plenty of light. As
he called a name, a man climbed on a horse. Men thrust swords,
spears&mdash;all manner of weapons upon them. Some of the chosen men
swaggered because of their choice. Some looked woefully unhappy. But
with Don Loris glaring frenziedly upon them in the smoky glare, no man
refused.</p>

<p>Hoddan climbed ungracefully upon the mount that four or five men held
for him. Thal, with a fine sense of drama, seized a torch and waved it
above his head. There was a vast creaking, and an unsuspected gate
opened, and Thal rode out with a great clattering of hoofs and the
others rode out after him.</p>

<p>There were lights everywhere about the castle, now. All along the
battlements men had set light to fire-baskets and lowered them partway
down the walls, to disclose any attacking force which might have
dishonorable intentions toward the stronghold. Others waved torches from
the battlements.</p>

<p>Thal swung his torch and pointed to the ground.</p>

<p>"They rode here!" he called to Hoddan. "They ride for Ghek's castle!"</p>

<p>Hoddan said angrily:</p>

<p>"Put out that light! Do you want to advertise how few we are and what
we're doing? Here, ride close!"</p>

<p>Thal flung down the torch and horses trod it underfoot as the knot of
men rode on. Thal boomed:</p>

<p>"The pickings should be good, eh? Why do you want me?"</p>

<p>"You've got to learn something," snapped Hoddan. "Here! This is a
stun-pistol. It's set for single-shot firing only. You hold it so, with
your finger along this rod. You point your finger at a man and pull this
trigger. The pistol will buzz&mdash;briefly. You let the trigger loose and
point at another man and pull the trigger again. Understand? Don't try
to use it over ten yards. You're no marksman!"</p>

<p>There on a galloping horse beside Hoddan in the darkness, Thal zestfully
repeated his lesson.</p>

<p>"Show another man and send him to me for a pistol," Hoddan commanded
curtly. "I'll be showing others."</p>

<p>He turned to the man who rode too close to his left. Before he had fully
instructed that man, another clamored for a weapon on his right.</p>

<p>This was hardly adequate training in the use of modern weapons. For that
matter, Hoddan was hardly qualified to give military instruction. He'd
only gone on two pirate voyages himself. But little boys on Zan played
at pirate, in dutiful emulation of their parents. At least the
possibilities of stun-guns were envisioned in their childish games. So
Hoddan knew more about how to fight with stun-pistols than somebody who
knew nothing at all.</p>

<p>The band of pursuing horsemen pounded through the dark night under
strangely patterned stars. Hoddan held on to his saddle and barked out
instructions to teach Darthians how to shoot. He felt very queer. He
began to worry. With the lights of Don Loris' castle long vanished
behind, he began to realize how very small his troop was.</p>

<p>Thal had said something about horses being hamstrung. There must, then,
have been two attacking parties. One swarmed into the stables to draw
all defending retainers there. Then the other poured over a wall or in
through a bribed-open sally-port, and rushed for the Lady Fani's
apartments. The point was that the attackers had made sure there could
be only a token pursuit. They knew they were many times stronger than
any who might come after them. It would be absurd for them to flee....</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan kicked his horse and got up to the front of the column of riders
in the night.</p>

<p>"Thal!" he snapped. "They'll be idiots if they keep on running away, now
they're too far off to worry about men on foot. They'll stop and wait
for us&mdash;most of them anyhow. We're riding into an ambush!"</p>

<p>"Good pickings, eh?" said Thal.</p>

<p>"Idiot!" yelped Hoddan. "These men know you. You know what I can do with
stun-pistols! Tell them we're riding into ambush. They're to follow
close behind us two! Tell them they're not to shoot at anybody more than
five yards off and not coming at them, and if any man stops to plunder
I'll kill him personally!"</p>

<p>Thal gaped at him.</p>

<p>"Not stop to plunder?"</p>

<p>"Ghek won't!" snapped Hoddan. "He'll take Fani on to his castle, leaving
most of his men behind to massacre us!"</p>

<p>Thal reined aside and Hoddan pounded on at the head of the tiny troop.
This was the second time in his life he'd been on a horse. It was two
too many. This adventure was not exhilarating. It came into his mind,
depressingly, that supposedly stirring action like this was really no
more satisfying than piracy. Fani had tricked him into a fix in which he
had to fight Ghek or be disgraced&mdash;and to be disgraced on Darth was
equivalent to suicide.</p>

<p>His horse came to a gentle rise in the ground. It grew steeper. The
horse slacked in its galloping. The incline grew steeper still. The
horse slowed to a walk, which it pursued with a rhythmically tossing
head. It was only less uncomfortable than a gallop. The dim outline of
trees appeared overhead.</p>

<p>"Perfect place for an ambush," Hoddan reflected dourly.</p>

<p>He got out a stun-pistol. He set the stud for continuous fire&mdash;something
he hadn't dared trust to the others.</p>

<p>His horse breasted the rise. There was a yell ahead and dim figures
plunged toward him.</p>

<p>He painstakingly made ready to swing his stun-pistol from his extreme
right, across the space before him, and all the way to the extreme left.
The pistol should be capable of continuous fire for four seconds. But it
was operating on stored charge. He didn't dare count on more than three.</p>

<p>He pulled the trigger. The stun-pistol hummed, though its noise was
inaudible through the yells of the charging partisans of the Lord Ghek.</p>

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<p>Hoddan swore from the depths of a very considerable vocabulary.</p>

<p>"You (censored)&mdash;(deleted)&mdash;(omitted)&mdash;(unprintability)", he roared.
"Get back up on your horse or I blast you and leave you for Ghek's men
to handle when they're able to move about again! Get back on that horse!
One&mdash;two&mdash;"</p>

<p>The man got back on the horse.</p>

<p>"Now go on ahead," rasped Hoddan. "All of you! I'm going to count you!"</p>

<p>The dozen horsemen from Don Loris' stronghold rode reluctantly on ahead.
He did count them. He rode on, shepherding them before him.</p>

<p>"Ghek," he told them in a blood-curdling tone, "has a bigger prize than
any cash you'll plunder from one of his shot-down retainers! He's got
the Lady Fani! He won't stop before he has her behind castle walls!
We've got to catch up with him! Do you want to try to climb into his
castle by your fingernails? You'll do it if he gets there first!"</p>

<p>The horses moved a little faster. Thal said with surprising humility:</p>

<p>"If we force our horses too much, they'll be exhausted before we can
catch up."</p>

<p>"Figure it out," snapped Hoddan. "We have to catch up!"</p>

<p>He settled down to more of the acute discomfort that riding was to him.
He did not think again of the ambush. It had happened, and it had
failed. Four-fifths of the raiding party that had fought its way into
Don Loris' stronghold and out again, had been waiting for pursuers atop
a certain bit of rising ground. They'd known their pursuers must come
this way. There were certain passes through the low but rugged hills.
One went this way or that, but no other. Their blood already warmed by
past fighting, when Hoddan and his dozen seemed to ride right into
destruction, they flung themselves into a charge.</p>

<p>But Hoddan had a stun-pistol set for continuous fire. He used it like a
hose or a machine gun, painstakingly sweeping it across the night before
him, neither too fast nor too slowly. It affected the rushing followers
of Lord Ghek exactly as if it had been an oversized meat-chopper. They
went down. Only three men remained in their saddles&mdash;they'd probably
been sheltered by the bodies of men ahead. Hoddan attended to those
three with individual, personalized stun-pistol bolts&mdash;and immediately
had trouble with his men, who wanted to dismount and plunder their
fallen enemies.</p>

<p>He wouldn't even let them collect the horses of the men now out of
action. It would cost time, and Ghek wouldn't be losing any that he
could help. With a raging, trembling girl as prisoner, most men would
want to get her behind battlements as soon as possible. But Hoddan knew
that his party was slowed down by him. Presently he began to feel
bitterly sure that Ghek would reach his castle before he was overtaken.</p>

<p>"This place he's heading for," he said discouragedly to Thal. "Any
chance of our rushing it?"</p>

<p>"Oh, no!" said Thal dolefully. "Ten men could hold it against a
thousand!"</p>

<p>"Then can't we make better time?"</p>

<p>Thal said resignedly:</p>

<p>"Ghek probably had fresh horses waiting, so he could keep on at top
speed in his flight. I doubt we will catch him, now."</p>

<p>"The Lady Fani," said Hoddan bitterly, "has put me in a fix so if I
don't fight him I'm ruined!"</p>

<p>"Disgraced," corrected Thal. He said mournfully, "It's the same thing."</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Gloom descended on the whole party as it filled their leaders.
Insensibly, the pace of the horses slackened still more. They had done
well. But a horse that can cover fifty miles a day at its own gait, can
be exhausted in ten or less, if pushed. By the time Hoddan and his men
were within two miles of Ghek's castle, their mounts were extremely
reluctant to move faster than a walk. At a mile, they were kept in
motion only by kicks.</p>

<p>The route they followed was specific. There was no choice of routes,
here in the hills. They could only follow every twist and turn of the
trail, among steep mountain-flanks and minor peaks. But suddenly they
came to a clear wide valley, yellow cressets burned at its upper end, no
more than half a mile distant. They showed a castle gate, open, with the
last of a party of horsemen filing into it. Even as Hoddan swore, the
gate closed. Faint shouts of triumph came from inside the castle walls
to the completely frustrated pursuers without.</p>

<p>"I'd have bet on this," said Hoddan miserably. "Stop here, Thal. Pick
out a couple of your more hang-dog characters and fix them up with their
hands apparently tied behind their backs. We take a breather for five
minutes&mdash;no more."</p>

<p>He would not let any man dismount. He shifted himself about on his own
saddle, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. He failed. At the end
of five minutes he gave orders. There were still shouts occasionally
from within Ghek's castle. They had that unrhythmic frequency which
suggested that they were responses to a speech. Ghek was making a fine,
dramatic spectacle of his capture of an unwilling bride. He was
addressing his retainers and saying that through their fine loyalty,
co-operation and willingness to risk all for their chieftain, they now
had the Lady Fani to be their chatelaine. He thanked them from the
bottom of his heart and they were invited to the official wedding, which
would take place sometime tomorrow, most likely.</p>

<p>Before the speech was quite finished, however, Hoddan and his weary
following rode up into the patch of light cast by the cressets outside
the walls. Thal bellowed to the battlements.</p>

<p>"Prisoners!" he roared, according to instructions from Hoddan. "We
caught some prisoners in the ambush! They got fancy news! Tell Lord Ghek
he'd better get their story right off! No time to waste! Urgent!"</p>

<p>Hoddan played the part of one prisoner, just in case anybody noticed
from above that one man rode as if either entirely unskilled in riding
or else injured in a fight.</p>

<p>He heard shoutings, over the walls. He glared at his men and they
drooped in their saddles. The gate creaked open and the horsemen from
Don Loris' castle filed inside. They showed no elation, because Hoddan
had promised to ram a spear-shaft its full length down the throat of any
man who gave away his stratagem ahead of time. The gate closed behind
them. Men appeared to take their horses. This could have revealed that
the newcomers were strangers, but Ghek would have recruited new and
extra retainers for the emergency of tonight. There would be many
strange faces in his castle just now.</p>

<p>"Good fight, eh?" bellowed an ancient, long-retired retainer with a wine
bottle in his hand.</p>

<p>"Good fight!" agreed Thal.</p>

<p>"Good plunder, eh?" bellowed the ancient above the heads of younger men.
"Like the good old days?"</p>

<p>"Better!" boomed Thal.</p>

<p>At just this instant the young Lord Ghek appeared. There were scratches
on his cheek, acquired during the ride with Fani across his saddlebow.
He looked thrilled by his victory but uneasy about his prize.</p>

<p>"What's this about prisoners with fancy news?" he demanded. "What is
it?"</p>

<p>"Don Loris!" whooped Thal. "Long Live the Lady Fani!"</p>

<p>Hoddan painstakingly opened fire; with the continuous-fire stud of this
pistol&mdash;his third tonight&mdash;pressed down. The merrymakers in the
courtyard wavered and went down in windrows. Thal opened fire with a
stun-pistol. The others bellowed and began to fling bolts at every
living thing they saw.</p>

<p>"To the Lady Fani!" rasped Hoddan, getting off his horse with as many
creakings as the castle gate.</p>

<p>His followers now rushed, dismounting where they had to. They fired with
reckless abandon. A stun-pistol, which does not kill, imposes few
restraints upon its user. If you shoot somebody who doesn't need to be
shot, he may not like it but he isn't permanently harmed. So the twelve
who'd followed Hoddan poured in what would have been a murderous fire if
they'd been shooting bullets, but was no worse than devastating as
matters stood.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>There were screams and flight and utterly hopeless defiances by
sword-armed and spear-armed men. In instants Hoddan went limping into
the castle with Thal by his side, searching for Fani. Ghek had not
fallen at the first fire. He vanished, and the castle was plainly fallen
and he made no attempt to lead resistance against its invaders. Hoddan's
men went raging happily through corridors and halls as they came to
them. They used their stun-pistols with zest and at such close quarters
with considerable effect. Hoddan heard Fani scream angrily and he and
Thal went swiftly to see. They came upon the young Lord Ghek trying to
let Fani down out of a window on a rope. He undoubtedly intended to
follow her and complete his abduction on the run. But Fani bit him, and
Hoddan said vexedly:</p>

<p>"Look here! It seems that I'm disgraced if I don't fight you somehow&mdash;"</p>

<p>The young Lord Ghek rushed him, sword out, eyes blazing in a fine frenzy
of despair. Hoddan brought him down with a buzz of the stun-gun.</p>

<p>One of Hoddan's followers came hunting for him.</p>

<p>"Sir," he sputtered, "we got the garrison cornered in their quarters,
and we've been picking them off through the windows, and they think
they're dropping dead and want to surrender. Shall we let 'em?"</p>

<p>"By all means," Hoddan said irritably. "And Thal, go get something
heavier than a nightgown for the Lady Fani to wear, and then do what
plundering is practical. But I want to be out of here in half an hour.
Understand?"</p>

<p>"I'll attend to the costume," said the Lady Fani vengefully. "You cut
his throat while I'm getting dressed."</p>

<p>She nodded at the unconscious Lord Ghek on the pavement. She disappeared
through a door nearby. Hoddan could guess that Ghek would have prepared
something elaborate in the way of a trousseau for the bride he was to
carry screaming from her home. Somehow it was the sort of thing a
Darthian would do. Now Fani would enjoyably attire herself in the best
of it while&mdash;</p>

<p>"Thal," said Hoddan, "help me get this character into a closet
somewhere. He's not to be killed. I don't like him, but at this moment I
don't like anybody very much, and I won't play favorites."</p>

<p>Thal dragged the insensible young nobleman into the next room. Hoddan
locked the door and pocketed the key as Fani came into view again. She
was splendidly attired, now, in brocade and jewels. Ghek had evidently
hoped to placate her after marriage by things of that sort and had spent
lavishly for them.</p>

<p>Now, throughout the castle there were many and diverse noises.
Sometimes&mdash;not often&mdash;there was still the crackling hum of a
stun-pistol. There were many more exuberant shoutings. They apparently
had to do with loot. There were some squealings in female voices, but
many more gigglings.</p>

<p>"I need not say," said the Lady Fani with dignity, "that I thank you
very much. But I do say so."</p>

<p>"You're quite welcome," said Hoddan politely.</p>

<p>"And what are you going to do now?"</p>

<p>"I imagine," said Hoddan, "that we'll go down into the courtyard where
our horses are. I gave my men half an hour to loot in. During that half
hour I shall sit down on something which will, I hope, remain perfectly
still. And I may," he added morbidly, "eat an apple. I've had nothing to
eat since I landed on Darth. People don't want to commit themselves to
not cutting my throat. But after half an hour we'll leave."</p>

<p>The Lady Fani looked sympathetic.</p>

<p>"But the castle's surrendered to you," she protested. "You hold it!
Aren't you going to try to keep it?"</p>

<p>"There are a good many unpleasant characters out yonder," said Hoddan,
waving his hand at the great outdoors, "who've reason to dislike me very
much. They'll be anxious to express their emotions, when they feel up to
it. I want to dodge them. And presently the people in this castle will
realize that even stun-pistols can't keep on shooting indefinitely here.
I don't want to be around when it occurs to them."</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>He offered his arm with a reasonably grand air and went limping with her
down to the courtyard just inside the gate. Two of Don Loris' retainers
staggered into view as they arrived, piling up plunder which ranged from
a quarter keg of wine to a mass of frothy stuff which must be female
garments. They went away and other men arrived loaded down with their
own accumulations of loot. Some of the local inhabitants looked on with
uneasy indignation.</p>

<p>Hoddan found a bench and sat down. He conspicuously displayed one of the
weapons which had captured the castle. Ghek's defeated retainers looked
at him darkly.</p>

<p>"Bring me something to eat," commanded Hoddan. "Then if you bring fresh
horses for my men, and one extra for each to carry his plunder on, I'll
take them away. I'll even throw in the Lord Ghek, who is now unharmed
but with his life in the balance. Otherwise&mdash;"</p>

<p>He moved the pistol suggestively. The normal inhabitants of Ghek's
castle moved away, discussing the situation in subdued voices.</p>

<p>The Lady Fani sat down proudly on the bench beside him.</p>

<p>"You are wonderful!" she said with conviction.</p>

<p>"I used to cherish that illusion myself," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>"But nobody before in all Darthian history has ever fought twenty men,
and then thirty men, and destroyed an ambush, and captured a castle, all
in one day!"</p>

<p>"And without a meal," said Hoddan darkly, "and with a lot of blisters!"</p>

<p>He considered. Somebody came running with bread and cheese and wine. He
bit into the bread and cheese. After a moment he said, his mouth full:</p>

<p>"I once saw a man perform the unparalleled feat of jumping over nine
barrels placed in a row. It had never been done before. But I didn't
envy him. I never wanted to jump over nine barrels in a row! In the same
way, I never especially wanted to fight other men or break up ambushes
or capture castles. I want to do what I want to do, not what other
people happen to admire."</p>

<p>"Then what do you want to do?" she asked admiringly.</p>

<p>"I'm not sure now," said Hoddan gloomily. He took a fresh bite. "But a
little while ago I wanted to do some interesting and useful things in
electronics, and get reasonably rich, and marry a delightful girl, and
become a prominent citizen on Walden. I think I'll settle for another
planet, now."</p>

<p>"My father will make you rich," said the girl proudly. "You saved me
from being married to Ghek!"</p>

<p>Hoddan shook his head.</p>

<p>"I've got my doubts," he said. "He had a scheme to import a lot of
stun-pistols and arm his retainers with them. Then he meant to rush the
spaceport and have me set up a broadcast-power unit that'd keep them
charged all the time. Then he'd sit back and enjoy life. Holding the
spaceport, nobody else could get stun-weapons, and nobody could resist
his retainers who had 'em. So he'd be top man on Darth. He'd have
exactly as much power as he chose to seize. I think he cherished that
little idea,&mdash;and I've given advance publicity to stun-pistols. Now he
hasn't a ghost of a chance of pulling it off. I'm afraid he'll be
displeased with me."</p>

<p>"I can take care of that!" said Fani confidently. She did not question
that her father would be displeased.</p>

<p>"Maybe you can," said Hoddan, "but though he's kept a daughter he's lost
a dream. And that's bereavement! I know!"</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Horses came plodding into the courtyard with Ghek's retainers driving
them. They were anxious to get rid of their conquerors. Hoddan's men
came trickling back, with armsful of plunder to add to the piles they'd
previously gathered. Thal took charge, commanding the exchange of
saddles from tired to fresh horses and that the booty be packed on the
extra mounts. It was time. Nine of the dozen looters were at work on the
task when there was a tumult back in the castle. Yellings and the clash
of steel. Hoddan shook his head.</p>

<p>"Bad! Somebody's pistol went empty and the local boys found it out. Now
we'll have to fight some more&mdash;no."</p>

<p>He beckoned to a listening, tense, resentful inhabitant of the castle.
He held up the key of the room in which he'd locked young Ghek.</p>

<p>"Now open the castle gate," he commanded, "and fetch out my last three
men, and we'll leave without setting fire to anything. The Lord Ghek
would like it that way. He's locked up in a room that's particularly
inflammable."</p>

<p>The last statement was a guess, only, but Ghek's retainer looked
horrified. He bellowed. There was a subtle change in the bitterly
hostile atmosphere. Men came angrily to help load the spare horses.
Hoddan's last three men came out of a corridor, wiping blood from
various scratches and complaining plaintively that their pistols had
shot empty and they'd had to defend themselves with knives.</p>

<p>Three minutes later the cavalcade rode out of the castle gate and away
into the darkness. Hoddan had arrived here when Ghek was inside with
Fani as his prisoner, when there were only a dozen men without and at
least a hundred inside to defend the walls. And the castle was
considered impregnable.</p>

<p>In half an hour Hoddan's followers had taken the castle, rescued Fani,
looted it superficially, gotten fresh horses for themselves and spare
ones for their plunder, and were headed away again. In only one respect
were they worse off than when they arrived. Some stun-pistols were
empty.</p>

<p>Hoddan searched the sky and pieced together the star-pattern he'd noted
before.</p>

<p>"Hold it!" he said sharply to Thal. "We don't go back the same way we
came! The gang that ambushed us will be stirring around again, and we
haven't got full stun-pistols now! We make a wide circle around those
characters!"</p>

<p>"Why?" demanded Thal. "There are only so many passes. The only other one
is three times as long. And it is disgraceful to avoid a fight&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Thal!" snapped an icy voice from beside Hoddan, "you have an order!
Obey it!"</p>

<p>Even in the darkness, Hoddan could see Thal jump.</p>

<p>"Yes, my Lady Fani," said Thal shakily. "But we go a long distance
roundabout."</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>The direction of motion through the night now changed. The long line of
horses moved in deepest darkness, lessened only by the light of many
stars. Even so, in time one's eyes grew accustomed and it was a
glamorous spectacle&mdash;twenty-eight beasts moving through dark defiles and
over steep passes among the rugged, ragged hills. From any one spot they
seemed at once to swagger and to slink, swaying as they moved on and
vanished into obscurity. The small wild things in the night paused
affrightedly in their scurryings until they had gone far away.</p>

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<p>Fani said in a soft voice:</p>

<p>"This is nice!"</p>

<p>"What's nice about it?" demanded Hoddan.</p>

<p>"Riding like this," said Fani enthusiastically, "with men who have
fought for me to guard me in the darkness, with the leader who has
rescued me by my side, underneath the stars&mdash; It's a delicious feeling!"</p>

<p>"You're used to riding horseback," said Hoddan dourly.</p>

<p>He rode on, while mountains stabbed skyward and the pass they followed
wound this way and that and he knew that it was a very roundabout way
indeed. And he had unpleasing prospects to make it seem less
satisfying, even, than it would have been otherwise.</p>

<p>But they came, at last, to a narrow defile which opened out before them
and there were no more mountains ahead, but only foothills. And there,
far and far away, they could see the sky as vaguely brighter. As they
went on, indeed, a glory of red and golden colorings appeared at the
horizon.</p>

<p>And out of that magnificence three bright lights suddenly darted. In
strict V-formation, they flashed from the sunrise toward the west. They
went overhead, more brilliant than the brightest stars, and when partway
down to the horizon they suddenly winked out.</p>

<p>"What on Earth are they?" demanded Fani. "I never saw anything like that
before!"</p>

<p>"They're spaceships in orbit," said Hoddan. He was as astounded as the
girl, but for a different reason. "I thought they'd be landed by now!"</p>

<p>It changed everything. He could not see what the change amounted to, but
change there was. For one thing&mdash;</p>

<p>"We're going to the spaceport," he told Thal curtly. "We'll recharge our
stun-pistols there. I thought those ships had landed. They haven't. Now
we'll see if we can keep them aloft! How far to the landing grid?"</p>

<p>"You insisted," complained Thal, "that we not go back to Don Loris'
castle by the way we left it. There are only so many passes through the
hills. The only other one is very long. We are only four miles&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Then we head there right now!" snapped Hoddan. "And we step up the
speed!"</p>

<p>He barked commands to his followers. Thal, puzzled but in dread of acid
comment from Fani, bustled up and down the line of men, insisting on a
faster pace. And the members of the cavalcade had not pushed these
animals as they had their first. Even the lead horses, loaded with loot,
managed to get up to a respectable ambling trot. The sunrise proceeded.
Dew upon the straggly grass became visible. Separate drops appeared as
gems upon the grass blades, and then began gradually to vanish as the
sun's disk showed itself. Then the angular metal framework of the
landing grid rose dark against the sunrise sky.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>When they rode up to it. Hoddan reflected that it was the only really
civilized structure on the planet. Architecturally it was surely the
least pleasing. It had been built when Darth was first settled on, and
when ideas of commerce and interstellar trade seemed reasonable. It was
half a mile high and built of massive metal beams. It loomed hugely
overhead when the double file of shaggy horses trotted under its lower
arches and across the grass-grown space within it. Hoddan headed
purposefully for the control shed. There was no sign of movement
anywhere. The steeply gabled roofs of the nearby town showed only the
fluttering of tiny birds. No smoke rose from chimneys. Yet the slanting
morning sunshine was bright.</p>

<p>As Hoddan actually reached the control shed, he saw a sleepy man in the
act of putting a key in the door. He dismounted within feet of that man,
who turned and blinked sleepily at him, and then immediately looked the
reverse of cordial. It was the red-headed man he'd stung with a
stun-pistol the day before.</p>

<p>"I've come back," said Hoddan, "for a few more kilowatts."</p>

<p>The red-headed man swore angrily.</p>

<p>"Hush!" said Hoddan gently. "The Lady Fani is with us."</p>

<p>The red-headed man jerked his head around and paled. Thal glowered at
him. Others of Don Loris' retainers shifted their positions
significantly, to make their oversized belt-knives handier.</p>

<p>"We'll come in," said Hoddan. "Thal, collect the pistols and bring them
inside."</p>

<p>Fani swung lightly to the ground and followed him in. She looked
curiously at the cables and instrument boards and switches inside. On
one wall a red light pulsed, and went out, and pulsed again. The
red-headed man looked at it.</p>

<p>"You're being called," said Hoddan. "Don't answer it."</p>

<p>The red-headed man scowled. Thal came in with an armful of stun-pistols
in various stages of discharge. Hoddan briskly broke the butt of one of
his own and presented it to the terminals he'd used the day before.</p>

<p>"He's not to touch anything, Thal," said Hoddan. To the red-headed man
he observed, "I suspect that call's been coming in all night. Something
was in orbit at sundown. You closed up shop and went home early, eh?"</p>

<p>"Why not?" rasped the red-headed man. "There's only one ship a month!"</p>

<p>"Sometimes," said Hoddan, "there are specials. But I commend your
negligence. It was probably good for me."</p>

<p>He charged one pistol, and snapped its butt shut, and snapped open
another, and charged it. There was no difficulty, of course. In minutes
all the pistols he'd brought from Walden were ready for use again.</p>

<p>He tucked away as many as he could conveniently carry on his person. He
handed the rest to Thal. He went competently to the pulsing call-signal.
He put headphones to his ears. He listened. His expression became
extremely strange, as if he did not quite understand nor wholly believe
what he heard.</p>

<p>"Odd," he said mildly. He considered for a moment or two. Then he
rummaged around in the drawers of desks. He found wire clips. He began
to snip wires in half.</p>

<p>The red-headed man started forward automatically.</p>

<p>"Take care of him, Thal," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>He cut the microwave receiver free of its wires and cables. He lifted it
experimentally and opened part of its case to make sure the thermo
battery that would power it in an emergency was there and in working
order. It was.</p>

<p>"Put this on a horse, Thal," commanded Hoddan. "We're taking it up to
Don Loris'."</p>

<p>The red-headed man's mouth dropped open. He said stridently:</p>

<p>"Hey! You can't do that!" Hoddan turned upon him and he said sourly:
"All right, you can. I'm not trying to stop you with all those hard
cases outside!"</p>

<p>"You can build another in a week," said Hoddan kindly. "You must have
spare parts."</p>

<p>Thal carried the communicator outside. Hoddan opened a cabinet, threw
switches, and painstakingly cut and snipped and snipped at a tangle of
wires within.</p>

<p>"Just your instrumentation," he explained to the appalled red-headed
man. "You won't use the grid until you've got this fixed, too. A few
days of harder work than you're used to. That's all!"</p>

<p>He led the way out again, and on the way explained to Fani:</p>

<p>"Pretty old-fashioned job, this grid. They make simpler ones nowadays.
They'll be able to repair it, though, in time. Now we go back to your
father's castle. He may not be pleased, but he should be mollified."</p>

<p>He saw Fani mount lightly into her own saddle and shook his head
gloomily. He climbed clumsily into his own. They moved off to return to
Don Loris' stronghold. Hoddan suffered.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>They reached the castle before noon, and the sight of the Lady Fani
riding beside a worn-out Hoddan was productive of enthusiasm and loud
cheers. The loot displayed by the returned wayfarers increased the
rejoicing. There was envy among the men who had stayed behind. There
were respectfully admiring looks cast upon Hoddan. He had displayed, in
furnishing opportunities for plunder, the most-admired quality a leader
of feudal fighting men could show.</p>

<p>The Lady Fani beamed as she and Thal and Hoddan, all very dusty and
travel-stained, presented themselves to her father in the castle's great
hall.</p>

<p>"Here's your daughter, sir," said Hoddan, and yawned. "I hope there
won't be any further trouble with Ghek. We took his castle and looted it
a little and brought back some extra horses. Then we went to the
spaceport. I recharged my stun-pistols and put the landing grid out of
order for the time being. I brought away the communicator there." He
yawned again. "There's something highly improper going on, up just
beyond atmosphere. There are three ships up there in orbit, and they
were trying to call the spaceport in nonregulation fashion, and it's
possible that some of your neighbors would be interested. So I postponed
everything until I could get some sleep. It seemed to me that when
better skulduggeries are concocted, that Don Loris and his associates
ought to concoct them. And if you'll excuse me&mdash;"</p>

<p>He moved away, practically dead on his feet. If he had been accustomed
to horseback riding, he wouldn't have been so exhausted. But now he
yawned, and yawned, and Thal took him to a room quite different from the
guest-room-dungeon to which he'd been taken the night before. He noted
that the door, this time, opened inward. He braced chairs against it to
make sure that nobody could open it from without. He lay down and slept
heavily.</p>

<p>He was waked by loud poundings. He roused himself enough to say
sleepily:</p>

<p>"Whaddyawant?"</p>

<p>"The lights in the sky!" cried Fani's voice outside the door. "The ones
you say are spaceships! It's sunset again, and I just saw them. But
there aren't three, now. Now there are nine!"</p>

<p>"All right," said Hoddan. He lay down his head again and thrust it into
his pillow. Then he was suddenly very wide awake indeed. He sat up with
a start.</p>

<p>Nine spaceships? That wasn't possible! That would be a space fleet! And
there were no space fleets! Walden would certainly have never sent more
than one ship to demand his surrender to its police. The Space Patrol
never needed more than one ship anywhere. Commerce wouldn't cause ships
to travel in company. Piracy&mdash; There couldn't be a pirate fleet! There'd
never be enough loot anywhere to keep it in operation. Nine spaceships
at one time&mdash;traveling in orbit around a primitive planet like Darth&mdash;a
fleet of spaceships.</p>

<p>It couldn't happen! Hoddan couldn't conceive of such a thing. But a
recently developed pessimism suggested that since everything else, to
date, had been to his disadvantage, this was probably a catastrophe
also.</p>

<p>He groaned and lay down to sleep again.</p>



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<h2>VI</h2>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>When frantic bangings on the propped-shut door awakened him next
morning, he confusedly imagined that they were noises in the
communicator headphones, and until he heard his name called tried
drearily to make sense of them.</p>

<p>But suddenly he opened his eyes. Somebody banged on the door once more.
A voice cried angrily:</p>

<p>"Bron Hoddan! Wake up or I'll go away and let whatever happens to you
happen! Wake up!"</p>

<p>It was the voice of the Lady Fani, at once indignant and tearful and
solicitous and angry.</p>

<p>He rolled out of bed and found himself dressed. He hadn't slept the full
night. At one time he couldn't rest for thinking about the sounds in the
communicator when he listened at the spaceport. He listened again, and
what he heard made him get his clothes on for action. That was when he
heard a distinctly Waldenian voice, speaking communications speech with
crisp distinctness, calling the landing grid. The other voices were not
Waldenian ones and he grew dizzy trying to figure them out. But he was
clothed and ready to do whatever proved necessary when he realized that
he had the landing grid receiver, that there would be no reception even
of the Waldenian call until the landing grid crew had built another out
of spare parts in store, and even then couldn't do much until they'd
painfully sorted out and re-spliced all the tangled wires that Hoddan
had cut. That had to be done before the grid could be used again.</p>

<p>He'd gone back to sleep while he tried to make sense of things. Now,
long after daybreak, he shook himself and made sure a stun-pistol was
handy. Then he said:</p>

<p>"Hello. I'm awake. What's up? Why all the noise?"</p>

<p>"Come out of there!" cried Fani's voice, simultaneously exasperated and
filled with anxiety. "Things are happening! Somebody's here from Walden!
They want you!"</p>

<p>Hoddan could not believe it. It was too unlikely. But he opened the door
and Thal came in, and Fani followed.</p>

<p>"Good morning," said Hoddan automatically.</p>

<p>Thal said mournfully:</p>

<p>"A bad morning, Bron Hoddan! A bad morning! Men from Walden came riding
over the hills&mdash;"</p>

<p>"How many?"</p>

<p>"Two," said Fani angrily. "A fat man in a uniform, and a young man who
looks like he wants to cry. They had an escort of retainers from one of
my father's neighbors. They were stopped at the gate, of course, and
they sent a written message in to my father, and he had them brought
inside right away!"</p>

<p>Hoddan shook his head.</p>

<p>"They probably said that I'm a criminal and that I should be sent back
to Walden. How'd they get down? The landing grid isn't working."</p>

<p>Fani said viciously:</p>

<p>"They landed in something that used rockets. It came down close to a
castle over that way&mdash;only six or seven miles from the spaceport. They
asked for you. They said you'd have landed from the last liner from
Walden. And because you and Thal fought so splendidly&mdash;why, everybody's
talking about you. So the chieftain over there accepted a present of
money from them, and gave them horses as a return gift, and sent them
here with a guard. Thal talked to the guards. The men from Walden have
promised huge gifts of money if they help take you back to the thing
that uses rockets."</p>

<p>"I suspect," said Hoddan, "that it would be a spaceboat&mdash;a lifeboat.
Hm-m-m.... Yes. With a built-in tool-steel cell to keep me from telling
anybody how to make&mdash;" He stopped and grimaced. "If they had time to
build one in, that's certain! They'd take me to the spaceport in a
sound-proofed can and I'd be hauled back to Walden in it. Fine!"</p>

<p>"What are you going to do?" asked Fani anxiously.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan's ideas were not clear. But Darth was not a healthy place for
him. It was extremely likely, for example, that Don Loris would feel
that the very bad jolt he'd given that astute schemer's plans, by using
stun-pistols at the spaceport, had been neatly canceled out by his
rescue of Fani. He would regard Hoddan with a mingled gratitude and
aversion that would amount to calm detachment. Don Loris could not be
counted on as a really warm personal friend.</p>

<p>On the other hand, the social system of Darth was not favorable to a
stranger with an already lurid reputation for fighting, but whose
weapons would be useless unless frequently recharged&mdash;and who couldn't
count on that as a steady thing.</p>

<p>As a practical matter, his best bet was probably to investigate the nine
inexplicable ships overhead. They hadn't co-operated with the
Waldenians. It could be inferred that no confidential relationship
existed up there. It was possible that the nine ships and the Waldenians
didn't even know of each other's presence. There is a lot of room in
space. If both called on ship-frequency and listened on ground-frequency,
they would not have picked up each others' summons to the ground.</p>

<p>"You've got to do something!" insisted Fani. "I saw Father talking to
them! He looked happy, and he never looks happy unless he's planning
some skulduggery!"</p>

<p>"I think," said Hoddan, "that I'll have some breakfast, if I may. As
soon as I fasten up my ship bag."</p>

<p>Thal said mournfully:</p>

<p>"If anything happens to you, something will happen to me too, because I
helped you."</p>

<p>"Breakfast first," said Hoddan. "That, as I understand it, should make
it disgraceful for your father to have my throat cut. But beyond that&mdash;"
He said gloomily. "Thal, get a couple of horses outside the wall. We may
need to ride somewhere. I'm very much afraid we will. But first I'd like
to have some breakfast."</p>

<p>Fani said disappointedly:</p>

<p>"But aren't you going to face them? The men from Walden? You could shoot
them!"</p>

<p>Hoddan shook his head.</p>

<p>"It wouldn't solve anything. Anyhow a practical man like your father
won't sell me out before he's sure I can't pay off better. I'll bet on a
conference with me before he makes a deal."</p>

<p>Fani stamped her foot.</p>

<p>"Outrageous! Think what you saved me from!"</p>

<p>But she did not question the possibility. Hoddan observed:</p>

<p>"A practical man can always make what he wants to do look like a noble
sacrifice of personal inclinations to the welfare of the community. I've
decided that I've got to be practical myself, and that's one of the
rules. How about breakfast?"</p>

<p>He strapped the ship bag shut on the stun-pistols his pockets would not
hold. He made a minor adjustment to the space communicator. It was not
ruined, but nobody else could use it without much labor finding out what
he'd done. This was the sort of thing his grandfather on Zan would have
advised. His grandfather's views were explicit.</p>

<p>"Helping one's neighbor," he'd said frequently in Hoddan's hearing while
Hoddan was a youth, "is all right as a two-way job. But maybe he's
laying for you. You get a chance to fix him so he can't do you no harm
and you're a lot better off and he's a hell of a lot better neighbor!"</p>

<p>This was definitely true of the men from Walden. Hoddan guessed that
Derec was one of them. The other would represent the police or the
planetary government. It was probably just as true of Don Loris and
others.</p>

<p>Hoddan found himself disapproving of the way the cosmos was designed.
Even though presently he sat at breakfast high up on the battlements,
and Fani looked at him with interesting anxiety, he was filled with
forebodings. The future looked dark. Yet what he asked of fate and
chance was so simple! He asked only a career and riches and a delightful
girl to marry and the admiration of his fellow-citizens. Trivial things!
But it looked like he'd have to do battle for even such minor gifts of
destiny!</p>

<p>Fani watched him breakfast.</p>

<p>"I don't understand you," she complained. "Anybody else would be proud
of what he'd done and angry with my father. Or don't you think he'll act
ungratefully?"</p>

<p>"Of course I do!" said Hoddan.</p>

<p>"Then why aren't you angry?"</p>

<p>"I'm hungry," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>"And you take it for granted that I want to be properly grateful," said
Fani in one breath, "and yet you haven't shown the least appreciation of
my getting two horses over in that patch of woodland yonder"&mdash;she
pointed and Hoddan nodded&mdash;"and having Thal there with orders to serve
you faithfully&mdash;"</p>

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<p>She stopped short. Don Loris appeared, beaming, at the top of the steps
leading here from the great hall where conferences took place. He
regarded Hoddan benignly.</p>

<p>"This is a very bad business, my dear fellow," he said benevolently.
"Has Fani told you of the people who arrived from Walden in search of
you? They tell me terrible things about you!"</p>

<p>"Yes," said Hoddan. He prepared a roll for biting. He said: "One of
them, I think, is named Derec. He's to identify me so good money isn't
wasted paying for the wrong man. The other man's police, isn't he?" He
reflected a moment. "If I were you, I'd start talking at a million
credits. You might get half that."</p>

<p>He bit into the roll as Don Loris looked shocked.</p>

<p>"Do you think," he asked indignantly, "that I would give up the rescuer
of my daughter to emissaries from a foreign planet, to be locked in a
dungeon for life?"</p>

<p>"Not in those words," conceded Hoddan. "But after all, despite your deep
gratitude to me, there are such things as one's duty to humanity as a
whole. And while it would cause you bitter anguish if someone dear to
you represented a danger to millions of innocent women and
children&mdash;still, under such circumstances you might feel it necessary to
do violence to your own emotions."</p>

<p>Don Loris looked at him with abrupt suspicion. Hoddan waved the roll.</p>

<p>"Moreover," he observed, "gratitude for actions done on Darth does not
entitle you to judge of my actions on Walden. While you might and even
should feel obliged to defend me in all things I have done on Darth,
your obligation to me does not let you deny that I may have acted less
defensibly on Walden."</p>

<p>Don Loris looked extremely uneasy.</p>

<p>"I may have thought something like that," he admitted. "But&mdash;"</p>

<p>"So that," said Hoddan, "while your debt to me cannot and should not be
overlooked, nevertheless"&mdash;Hoddan put the roll into his mouth and spoke
less clearly&mdash;"you feel that you should give consideration to the claims
of Walden to inquire into my actions while there."</p>

<p>He chewed, and swallowed, and said gravely:</p>

<p>"And can I make deathrays?"</p>

<p>Don Loris brightened. He drew a deep breath of relief. He said
complainingly:</p>

<p>"I don't see why you're so sarcastic! Yes. That is a rather important
question. You see, on Walden they don't know how to. They say you do.
They're very anxious that nobody should be able to. But while in
unscrupulous hands such an instrument of destruction would be most
unfortunate ... ah ... under proper control&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Yours," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>"Say&mdash;ours," said Don Loris hopefully. "With my experience of men and
affairs, and my loyal and devoted retainers&mdash;"</p>

<p>"And cozy dungeons," said Hoddan. He wiped his mouth. "No."</p>

<p>Don Loris started violently.</p>

<p>"No, what?"</p>

<p>"No deathrays," said Hoddan. "I can't make 'em. Nobody can. If they
could be made, some star somewhere would be turning them out, or some
natural phenomenon would let them loose from time to time. If there were
such things as deathrays, all living things would have died, or else
would have adjusted to their weaker manifestations and developed
immunity so they wouldn't be deathrays any longer. As a matter of fact,
that's probably been the case, some time in the past. So far as the
gadget goes that they're talking about, it's been in use for half a
century in the Cetis cluster. Nobody's died of it yet."</p>

<p>Don Loris looked bitterly disappointed.</p>

<p>"That's the truth?" he asked unhappily. "Honestly? That's your last word
on it?"</p>

<p>"Much," said Hoddan, "much as I hate to spoil the prospects of
profitable skulduggery, that's my last word and it's true."</p>

<p>"But those men from Walden are very anxious!" protested Don Loris.
"There was no ship available, so their government got a liner that
normally wouldn't stop here to take an extra lifeboat aboard. It came
out of overdrive in this solar system, let out the lifeboat, and went on
its way again. Those two men are extremely anxious&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Ambitious, maybe," said Hoddan. "They're prepared to pay to overcome
your sense of gratitude to me. Naturally, you want all the traffic will
bear. I think you can get half a million."</p>

<p>Don Loris looked suspicious again.</p>

<p>"You don't seem worried," he said fretfully. "I don't understand you!"</p>

<p>"I have a secret," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>"What is it?"</p>

<p>"It will develop," said Hoddan.</p>

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<p>Don Loris hesitated, essayed to speak, and thought better of it. He
shrugged his shoulders and went slowly back to the flight of stone
steps. He descended. The Lady Fani started to wring her hands. Then she
said hopefully:</p>

<p>"What's your secret?"</p>

<p>"That your father thinks I have one," said Hoddan. "Thanks for the
breakfast. Should I walk out the gate, or&mdash;"</p>

<p>"It's closed," said the Lady Fani forlornly. "But I have a rope for you.
You can go down over the wall."</p>

<p>"Thanks," said Hoddan. "It's been a pleasure to rescue you."</p>

<p>"Will you&mdash;" Fani hesitated. "I've never known anybody like you before.
Will you ever come back?"</p>

<p>Hoddan shook his head at her.</p>

<p>"Once you asked me if I'd fight for you, and look what it got me into!
No commitments."</p>

<p>He glanced along the battlements. There was a fairly large coil of rope
in view. He picked up his bag and went over to it. He checked the
fastening of one end and tumbled the other over the wall.</p>

<p>Ten minutes later he trudged up to Thal, waiting in the nearby woodland
with two horses.</p>

<p>"The Lady Fani," he said, "has the kind of brains I like. She pulled up
the rope again."</p>

<p>Thal did not comment. He watched morosely as Hoddan made the perpetually
present ship bag fast to his saddle and then distastefully climbed
aboard the horse.</p>

<p>"What are you going to do?" asked Thal unhappily. "I didn't make a
parting-present to Don Loris, so I'll be disgraced if he finds out I
helped you. And I don't know where to take you."</p>

<p>"Where," asked Hoddan, "did those characters from Walden come down?"</p>

<p>Thal told him. At the castle of a considerable feudal chieftain, on the
plain some four miles from the mountain range and six miles this side of
the spaceport.</p>

<p>"We ride there," said Hoddan. "Liberty is said to be sweet, but the man
who said that didn't have blisters from a saddle. Let's go."</p>

<p>They rode away. There would be no immediate pursuit, and possibly none
at all. Don Loris had left Hoddan at breakfast on the battlements. The
Lady Fani would make as much confusion over his disappearance as she
could. But there'd be no search for him until Don Loris had made his
deal.</p>

<p>Hoddan was sure that Fani's father would have an enjoyable morning. He
would relish the bargaining session. He'd explain in great detail how
valuable had been Hoddan's service to him, in rescuing Fani from an
abductor who would have been an intolerable son-in-law. He'd grow almost
tearful as he described his affection for Hoddan&mdash;how he loved his
daughter&mdash;as he observed grievedly that they were asking him to betray
the man who had saved for him the solace of his old age. He would
mention also that the price they offered was an affront to his paternal
affection and his dignity as prince of this, baron of that, lord of the
other thing and claimant to the dukedom of something-or-other. Either
they'd come up or the deal was off!</p>

<p>But meanwhile Hoddan and Thal rode industriously toward the place from
which those emissaries had come.</p>

<p>All was tranquil. All was calm. Once they saw a dust cloud, and Thal
turned aside to a providential wooded copse, in which they remained
while a cavalcade went by. Thal explained that it was a feudal chieftain
on his way to the spaceport town. It was simple discretion for them not
to be observed, said Thal, because they had great reputations as
fighting men. Whoever defeated them would become prominent at once. So
somebody might try to pick a quarrel under one of the finer points of
etiquette when it would be disgrace to use anything but standard
Darthian implements for massacre. Hoddan admitted that he did not feel
quarrelsome.</p>

<p>They rode on after a time, and in late afternoon the towers and
battlements of the castle they sought appeared. The ground here was only
gently rolling. They approached it with caution, following the reverse
slope of hills, and dry stream-beds, and at last penetrating horse-high
brush to the point where they could see it clearly.</p>

<p>If Hoddan had been a student of early terrestrial history, he might have
remarked upon the re-emergence of ancient architectural forms to match
the revival of primitive social systems. As it was, he noted in this
feudal castle the use of bastions for flanking fire upon attackers, he
recognized the value of battlements for the protection of defenders
while allowing them to shoot, and the tricky positioning of sally ports.
He even grasped the reason for the massive, stark, unornamented keep.
But his eyes did not stay on the castle for long. He saw the spaceboat
in which Derec and his more authoritative companion had arrived.</p>

<p>It lay on the ground a half mile from the castle walls. It was a clumsy,
obese, flattened shape some forty feet long and nearly fifteen wide. The
ground about it was scorched where it had descended upon its rocket
flames. There were several horses tethered near it, and men who were
plainly retainers of the nearby castle reposed in its shade.</p>

<p>Hoddan reined in.</p>

<p>"Here we part," he told Thal. "When we first met I enabled you to pick
the pockets of a good many of your fellow-countrymen. I never asked for
my split of the take. I expect you to remember me with affection."</p>

<p>Thal clasped both of Hoddan's hands in his.</p>

<p>"If you ever return," he said with mournful warmth, "I am your friend!"</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan nodded and rode out of the brushwood toward the spaceboat&mdash;the
lifeboat&mdash;that had landed the emissaries from Walden. That it landed so
close to the spaceport, of course, was no accident. It was known on
Walden that Hoddan had taken space passage to Darth. He'd have landed
only two days before his pursuers could reach the planet. And on a
roadless, primitive world like Darth he couldn't have gotten far from
the spaceport. So his pursuers would have landed close by, also. But it
must have taken considerable courage. When the landing grid failed to
answer, it must have seemed likely that Hoddan's deathrays had been at
work.</p>

<p>Here and now, though, there was no uneasiness. Hoddan rode heavily,
without haste, through the slanting sunshine. He was seen from a
distance and watched without apprehension by the loafing guards about
the boat. He looked hot and thirsty. He was both. So the posted guard
merely looked at him without too much interest when he brought his dusty
mount up to the shadow the lifeboat cast, and apparently decided that
there wasn't room to get into it.</p>

<p>He grunted a greeting and looked at them speculatively.</p>

<p>"Those two characters from Walden," he observed, "sent me to get
something from this thing, here. Don Loris told 'em I was a very honest
man."</p>

<p>He painstakingly looked like a very honest man. After a moment there
were responsive grins.</p>

<p>"If there's anything missing when I start back," said Hoddan, "I can't
imagine how it happened! None of you would take anything. Oh, no! I bet
you'll blame it on me!" He shook his head and said "<i>Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.</i>"</p>

<p>One of the guards sat up and said appreciatively:</p>

<p>"But it's locked. Good."</p>

<p>"Being an honest man," said Hoddan amiably, "they told me how to unlock
it."</p>

<p>He got off his horse. He removed the bag from his saddle. He went into
the grateful shadow of the metal hull. He paused and mopped his face and
then went to the entrance port. He put his hand on the turning bar. Then
he painstakingly pushed in the locking-stud with his other hand. Of
course the handle turned. The boat port opened. The two from Walden
would have thought everything safe because it was under guard. On Walden
that protection would have been enough. On Darth, the spaceboat had not
been looted simply because locks, there, were not made with separate
vibration-checks to keep vibration from loosening them. On spaceboats
such a precaution was usual.</p>

<p>"Give me two minutes," said Hoddan over his shoulder. "I have to get
what they sent me for. After that everybody starts even."</p>

<p>He entered and closed the door behind him. Then he locked it. By the
nature of things it is as needful to be able to lock a spaceboat from
the inside as it is unnecessary to lock it from without.</p>

<p>He looked things over. Standard equipment everywhere. He checked
everything, even to the fuel supply. There were knockings on the port.
He continued to inspect. He turned on the visionscreens, which provided
the control room&mdash;indeed, all the boat&mdash;with an unobstructed view in all
directions. He was satisfied.</p>

<p>The knocks became bangings. Something approaching indignation could be
deduced. The guards around the spaceboat felt that Hoddan was taking an
unfair amount of time to pick the cream of the loot inside.</p>

<p>He got a glass of water. It was excellent. A second.</p>

<p>The bangings became violent hammerings.</p>

<p>Hoddan seated himself leisurely in the pilot's seat and turned small
knobs. He waited. He touched a button. There was a mildly thunderous
bang outside, and the lifeboat reacted as if to a slight shock. The
visionscreens showed a cloud of dust at the spaceboat's stern, roused by
a deliberate explosion in the rocket tubes. It also showed the retainers
in full flight.</p>

<p>He waited until they were in safety and made the standard take-off
preparations. A horrific roaring started up outside. He touched controls
and a monstrous weight pushed him back in his seat. The rocket swung,
and lifted, and shot skyward with greater acceleration than before.</p>

<p>It went up at a lifeboat's full fall-like rate of climb, leaving a trail
of blue-white flame behind it. All the surface of Darth seemed to
contract swiftly below him. The spaceport and the town rushed toward a
spot beneath the spaceboat's tail. They shrank and shrank. He saw other
places. Mountains. Castles. He saw Don Loris' stronghold. Higher, he saw
the sea.</p>

<p>The sky turned purple. It went black with specks of starshine in it.
Hoddan swung to a westward course and continued to rise, watching the
star-images as they shifted on the screens. The image of the sun, of
course, was automatically diminished so that it was not dazzling. The
rockets continued to roar, though in a minor fashion because there was
no longer air outside in which a bellow could develop.</p>

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<p>Hoddan painstakingly made use of those rule-of-thumb methods of
astrogation which his piratical forebears had developed and which a boy
on Zan absorbed without being aware. He wanted an orbit around Darth. He
didn't want to take time to try to compute it. So he watched the
star-images ahead and astern. If the stars ahead rose above the planet's
edge faster than those behind sank down below it&mdash;he would be climbing.
If the stars behind sank down faster than those ahead rose up&mdash;he would
be descending. If all the stars rose equally he'd be climbing straight
up, and if they all dropped equally he'd be moving straight down. It was
not a complex method, and it worked.</p>

<p>Presently he relaxed. He sped swiftly back past midday and toward the
sunrise line on Darth. This was the reverse of a normal orbit, but it
was the direction followed by the ships up here. He hoped his orbit was
lower than theirs. If it was, he'd overtake them from behind. If he were
higher, they'd overtake him.</p>

<p>He turned on the space phone. Its reception-indicator was piously placed
at "Ground." He shifted it to "Space," so that it would pick up calls
going planetward, instead of listening vainly for replies from the
nonoperative landing grid.</p>

<p>Instantly voices boomed in his ears. Many voices. An impossibly large
number of voices. Many, many, many more than nine transmitters were in
operation now!</p>

<p>"<i>Idiot!</i>" said a voice in quiet passion, "<i>sheer off or you'll get in
our drive-field!</i>" A high-pitched voice said; "<i>... And group two take
second-orbit position&mdash;</i>" Somebody bellowed: "<i>But why don't they
answer?</i>" And another voice still said formally: "<i>Reporting group five,
but four ships are staying behind with tanker</i> Toya, <i>which is having
stabilizer trouble....</i>"</p>

<p>Hoddan's eyes opened very wide. He turned down the sound while he tried
to think. But there wasn't anything to think. He'd come aloft to scout
three ships that had turned to nine, because he was in such a fix on
Darth that anything strange might be changed into something useful. But
this was more than nine ships&mdash;itself an impossibly large space fleet.
There was no reason why ships of space should ever travel together.
There were innumerable reasons why they shouldn't. There was a limit to
the number of ships that could be accommodated at any spaceport in the
galaxy. There was no point, no profit, no purpose in a number of ships
traveling together&mdash;</p>

<p>Darth's sunrise-line appeared far ahead. The lifeboat would soon cease
to be a bright light in the sky, now. The sun's image vanished from the
rear screens. The boat went hurtling onward through the blackness of the
planet's shadow while voices squabbled, and wrangled, and formally
reported, and now and again one admonished disputants to a proper
discipline of language.</p>

<p>During the period of darkness, Hoddan racked his brains for the vaguest
of ideas on why so many ships should appear about an obscure and
unimportant world like Darth. Presently the sunset line appeared ahead,
and far away he saw moving lights which were the hulls of the volubly
communicating vessels. He stared, blankly. There were tens&mdash; Scores&mdash; He
was forced to guess at the stark impossibility of more than a hundred
spacecraft in view. As the boat rushed onward he had to raise the guess.
It couldn't be, but&mdash;</p>

<p>He turned on the outside telescope, and the image on its screen was more
incredible than the voices and the existence of the fleet itself. The
scope focused first on a bulging, monster, antiquated freighter of a
design that had not been built for a hundred years. The second view was
of a passenger liner with the elaborate ornamentation that in past
generations was considered suitable for space. There was a bulk-cargo
ship, with no emergency rockets at all and crews' quarters in long
blisters built outside the gigantic tank which was the ship itself.
There was a needle-sharp space yacht. More freighters, with streaks of
rust on their sides where they had lain aground for tens of years....</p>

<p>The fleet was an anomaly, and each of its component parts was separately
a freak. It was a gathering-together of all the outmoded and obsolete
hulks and monstrosities of space. One would have to scavenge half the
galaxy to bring together so many crazy, over-age derelicts that should
have been in junk yards.</p>

<p>Then Hoddan drew an explosive deep breath. It was suddenly clear what
the fleet was and what its reason must be. Why it stopped here could not
yet be guessed, but&mdash;</p>

<p>Hoddan watched absorbedly. He couldn't know what was toward, but there
was some emergency. It could be in the line of what an electronic
engineer could handle. If so&mdash;why&mdash;it could mean an opportunity to
accomplish great things, and grow rich, and probably marry some
delightful girl and be a great man somewhere&mdash;an assortment of ambitions
one could not easily gratify on Zan, or Walden, or Darth.</p>



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<h2>VII</h2>

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<p>The spaceboat floated on upon a collision-course with the arriving
fleet. That would not mean, of course, actual contact with any of the
improbable vessels themselves. Crowded as the sunlit specks might seem
from Darth's night-side shadow, they were sufficiently separated. It was
more than likely that even with ten-mile intervals the ships would be
considered much too crowded. But they came pouring out of emptiness to
go into a swirling, plainly pre-intended orbit about the planet from
which Hoddan had risen less than an hour before.</p>

<p>There was inevitable confusion, though, and the spacephone proved it.
There were disputes between freakish ships when craft with the
astrogational qualities of washtubs tried to keep assigned positions,
and failed, and there were squabbles when ships had to pass close
together. One had to shut off its drive-field to keep from blowing the
fuses of both.</p>

<p>But there were some ships which proceeded quietly to their positions and
others which did the same after tumult amounting to rebellion. And
naturally there were a few others which seemed incapable of co-operation
with anybody. They went careening through the other ships' paths in what
must have seemed to the planet's sunset area like a most unlikely
dancing of brand-new stars.</p>

<p>It was a gigantic traffic tangle, and Hoddan's boat drifted toward and
into it. He'd counted a hundred ships long before. His count now passed
two hundred and continued. Before he gave up he'd numbered two hundred
forty-seven space-oddities swarming to make a whirling band&mdash;a
ring&mdash;around the planet Darth.</p>

<p>He was fairly sure that he knew what they were, now. But he could not
possibly guess where they came from. And most mysterious of all was the
question of why they'd come out of faster-than-light drive to make of
themselves a celestial feature about a planet which had practically
nothing to offer to anybody.</p>

<p>Presently the spaceboat was in the very thick of the fleet. His
communicator spouted voices whose tones ranged from basso profundo to
high tenor, and whose ideas of proper astrogation seemed to vary more
widely still.</p>

<p>"<i>You there!</i>" boomed a voice with deafening volume. "<i>You're in our
clear-space! Sheer off!</i>"</p>

<p>The volume of a signal in space varies as the square of the distance.
This voice was thunderous. It came apparently from a nearby, pot-bellied
tripper ship of really ancient vintage. Rows of ports in its sides had
been welded over. It had rocket tubes whose size was indicative of the
kind of long-obsolete fuel on which it once had operated. Slenderer
nozzles peered out of the original ones now. It had been adapted to
modern propellants by simply welding modern rockets inside the old ones.
It was only half a mile away.</p>

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<p>Hoddan's spaceboat floated on. The relative position of the two ships
changed slowly. Another voice said indignantly:</p>

<p>"<i>That's the same thing that missed us by less than a mile! You, there!
Stop acting like a squig! Get on your own course!</i>"</p>

<p>A third voice;</p>

<p>"<i>What boat's that? I don't recognize it! I thought I knew all the
freaks in this fleet, too!</i>"</p>

<p>A fourth voice said sharply:</p>

<p>"<i>That's not one of us! Look at the design! That's not us!</i>"</p>

<p>Other voices broke in. There was babbling. Then a harsh voice roared:</p>

<p>"<i>Quiet! I order it!</i>" There was silence. The harsh voice said heavily,
"<i>Relay the image to me.</i>" There was a pause. The same voice said
grimly: "<i>It is not of our fleet. You, stranger! Identify yourself! Who
are you and why do you slip secretly among us?</i>"</p>

<p>Hoddan pushed the transmit button.</p>

<p>"My name is Bron Hoddan," he said. "I came up to find out why three
ships, and then nine ships, went into orbit around Darth. It was
somewhat alarming. Our landing grid's disabled, anyhow, and it seemed
wisest to look you over before we communicated and possibly told you
something you might not believe. But you surely don't expect to land all
this fleet! Actually, we can't land any."</p>

<p>The harsh voice said as grimly as before:</p>

<p>"<i>You come from the planet below us? Darth? Why is your ship so small?
The smallest of ours is greater.</i>"</p>

<p>"This is a lifeboat," said Hoddan pleasantly. "It's supposed to be
carried on larger ships in case of emergency."</p>

<p>"<i>If you will come to our leading ship</i>," said the voice, "<i>we will
answer all your questions. I will have a smoke flare set off to guide
you.</i>"</p>

<p>Hoddan said to himself:</p>

<p>"No threats and no offers. I can guess why there are no threats. But
they should offer something!"</p>

<p>He waited. There was a sudden huge eruption of vapor in space some two
hundred miles away. Perhaps an ounce of explosive had been introduced
into a rocket tube and fired. The smoke particles, naturally ionized,
added their self-repulsion to the expansiveness of the explosive's
gases. A cauliflowerlike shape of filmy whiteness appeared and grew
larger and thinner.</p>

<p>Hoddan drove toward the spot with very light touches of rocket power. He
swung the boat around and killed its relative velocity. The leading ship
was a sort of gigantic, shapeless, utterly preposterous ark-like thing.
Hoddan could neither imagine a purpose for which it could have been
used, nor a time when men would have built anything like it. Its huge
sides seemed to be made exclusively of great doorways now tightly
closed.</p>

<p>One of those doorways suddenly gaped wide. It would have admitted a
good-sized modern ship. A nervous voice essayed to give Hoddan
directions for getting the spaceboat inside what was plainly an enormous
hold now pumped empty of air. He grunted and made the attempt. It was
tricky. He sweated when he cut off his power. But he felt fairly safe.
Rocket flames would burn down such a door, if necessary. He could work
havoc if hostilities began.</p>

<p>The great cargo door swung shut. The outside-pressure needle swung
sharply and stopped at thirty centimeters of mercury pressure. There was
a clanging. A smaller door evidently opened somewhere. Lights came
on&mdash;old-fashioned glow tubes. Then figures appeared through a door
leading to some other part of this ship.</p>

<p>Hoddan nodded to himself. The costume was odd. It was awkward. It was
even primitive, but not in the fashion of the soiled but gaudily colored
garments of Darth. These men wore unrelieved black, with gray shirts.
There was no touch of color about them. Even the younger ones wore
beards. And of all unnecessary things, they wore flat-brimmed hats&mdash;in a
spaceship!</p>

<p>Hoddan opened the boat door and said politely:</p>

<p>"Good morning. I'm Bron Hoddan. You were talking to me just now."</p>

<p>The oldest and most fiercely bearded of the men said harshly:</p>

<p>"I am the leader here. We are the people of Colin." He frowned when
Hoddan's expression remained unchanged. "The people of Colin!" he
repeated more loudly. "The people whose forefathers settled that planet,
and brought it to be a world of peace and plenty&mdash;and then foolishly
welcomed strangers to their midst!"</p>

<p>"Too bad," said Hoddan. He knew what these people were doing, he
believed, but putting a name to where they'd come from told him nothing
of what they wanted of Darth.</p>

<p>"We made it a fair world," said the bearded man fiercely. "But it was my
great-grandfather who destroyed it. He believed that we should share it.
It was he who persuaded the Synod to allow strangers to settle among us,
believing that they would become like us."</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan nodded expectantly. These people were in some sort of trouble or
they wouldn't have come out of overdrive. But they'd talked about it
until it had become an emotionalized obsession that couldn't be
summarized. When they encountered a stranger, they had to picture their
predicament passionately and at length.</p>

<p>This bearded man looked at Hoddan with burning eyes. When he went on, it
was with gestures as if he were making a speech, but it was a special
sort of speech. The first sentence told what kind.</p>

<p>"They clung to their sins!" said the bearded man bitterly. "They did not
adopt our ways! Our example went for naught! They brought others of
their kind to Colin. After a little they laughed at us. In a little more
they outnumbered us! Then they ruled that the laws of our Synod should
not govern them. And they lured our young people to imitate
them&mdash;frivolous, sinful, riotous folk that they were!"</p>

<p>Hoddan nodded again. There were elderly people on Zan who talked like
this. Not his grandfather! If you listened long enough they'd come to
some point or other, but they had arranged their thoughts so solidly
that any attempt to get quickly at their meaning would only produce
confusion.</p>

<p>"Twenty years since," said the bearded man with an angry gesture, "we
made a bargain. We held a third of all the land of the planet, but our
young men were falling away from the ways of their fathers. We made a
bargain with the newcomers we had cherished. We would trade our lands,
our cities, our farms, our highways, for ships to take us to a new world
with food for the journey and machines for the taming of the planet we
would select. We sent of our number to find a world to which we could
move. Ten years back, they returned. They had found it. The planet
Thetis."</p>

<p>Again Hoddan had no reaction. The name meant nothing.</p>

<p>"We began to prepare," said the old man, his eyes flashing. "Five years
since, we were ready. But we had to wait three more before the
bargainers were ready to complete the trade. They had to buy and collect
the ships. They had to design and build the machinery we would need.
They had to collect the food supplies. Two years ago we moved our
animals into the ships, and loaded our food and our furnishings, and
took our places. We set out. For two years we have journeyed toward
Thetis."</p>

<p>Hoddan felt an instinctive respect for people who would undertake to
move themselves, the third of the population of a planet, over a
distance that meant years of voyaging. They might have tastes in costume
that he did not share, and they might go in for elaborate oratory
instead of matter-of-fact statements, but they had courage.</p>

<p>"Yes, sir," said Hoddan. "I take it this brings us up to the present."</p>

<p>"No," said the old man, his eyes flashing. "Six months ago we considered
that we might well begin to train the operators of the machines we would
use on Thetis. We uncrated machines. We found ourselves cheated!"</p>

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<p>Hoddan found that he could make a fairly dispassionate guess of what
advantage&mdash;say&mdash;Nedda's father would take of people who would not check
on his good faith for two years and until they were two years' journey
away. The business men on Krim would have some sort of code determining
how completely one could swindle a customer. Don Loris, now&mdash;</p>

<p>"How badly were you cheated?" asked Hoddan.</p>

<p>"Of our lives!" said the angry old man. "Do you know machinery?"</p>

<p>"Some kinds," admitted Hoddan.</p>

<p>"Come," said the leader of the fleet.</p>

<p>With a sort of dignity that was theatrical only because he was aware of
it, the leader of the people of Colin showed the way. Hoddan had been
admitted with his spaceboat into one gigantic cargo hold. He was now
escorted to the next. It was packed tightly with cases of machinery. One
huge crate had been opened and its contents fully disclosed. Others had
been hacked at enough to show their contents.</p>

<p>The uncrated machine was a jungle plow. It was a powerful piece of
equipment which would attack jungle on a thirty-foot front, knock down
all vegetation up to trees of four-foot diameter, shred it, loosen and
sift the soil to a three-foot depth, and leave behind it smoothed,
broken, pulverized dirt mixed with ground-up vegetation ready to break
down into humus. Such a machine would clear tens of acres in a day and
night, turning jungle into farmland ready for terrestrial crops.</p>

<p>"We ran this for five minutes," said the bearded man fiercely as Hoddan
nodded approval. He lifted a motor hood.</p>

<p>The motors were burned out. Worthless insulation. Gears were splintered
and smashed. Low-grade metal castings. Assembly bolts had parted.
Tractor treads were bent and cracked. It was not a machine except in
shape. It was a mock-up in worthless materials which probably cost its
maker the twentieth part of what an honest jungle plow would cost to
build.</p>

<p>Hoddan felt the anger any man feels when he sees betrayal of that honor
a competent machine represents.</p>

<p>"It's not all like this!" he said incredulously.</p>

<p>"Some is worse," said the old man, with dignity. "There are crates which
are marked to contain turbines. Their contents are ancient, worn-out
brick-making machines. There are crates marked to contain generators.
They are filled with corroded irrigation pipe and broken castings. We
have shiploads of crush-baled, rusted sheet-metal trimmings! We have
been cheated of our lives!"</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan found himself sick with honest fury. The population of one-third
of a planet, packed into spaceships for two years and more, would be
appropriate subjects for sympathy at the best of times. But it was only
accident that had kept these people from landing on Thetis by
rocket&mdash;since none of their ships would be expected ever to rise
again&mdash;and from having their men go out and joyfully hack at an alien
jungle to make room for their machines to land&mdash;and then find out they'd
brought scrap metal for some thousands of light-years to no purpose.</p>

<p>They'd have starved outright. In fact, they were in not much better case
right now. Because there was nowhere else that they could go! There was
no new colony which could absorb so many people, with only their bare
hands for equipment to live by. There was no civilized, settled world
which could admit so many paupers without starving its own population.
There was nowhere for these people to go!</p>

<p>Hoddan's anger took on the feeling of guilt. He could do nothing, and
something had to be done.</p>

<p>"Why ... why did you come to Darth?" he asked. "What can you gain by
orbiting here? You can't expect&mdash;"</p>

<p>The old man faced him.</p>

<p>"We are beggars," he said with bitter dignity. "We stopped here to ask
for charity&mdash;for the old and worn-out machines the people of Darth can
spare us. We will be grateful for even a single rusty plow. Because we
have to go on. We can do nothing else. We will land on Thetis. And one
plow can mean that a few of us will live who otherwise would die
with ... with the most of us."</p>

<p>Hoddan ran his hands through his hair. This was not his trouble, but he
could not thrust it from him.</p>

<p>"But again&mdash;why Darth?" he asked helplessly. "Why not stop at a world
with riches to spare? Darth's a poor place&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Because it is the poor who are generous," said the bearded man evenly.
"The rich might give us what they could spare. But simple, not-rich
people, close to the soil, will give us what they need themselves. They
will share what they have, and accept a share of our need."</p>

<p>Hoddan paced up and down the ancient flooring of this compartment in an
ancient ship. Presently he said jerkily:</p>

<p>"With all the good will in the world.... Darth is poverty-stricken. It
has no industries. It has no technology. It has not even roads! It is a
planet of little villages and tiny towns. A ship from elsewhere stops
here only once a month. Ground communications are almost nonexistent. To
spread the word of your need over Darth would require months. But to
collect what might be given, without roads or even wheeled vehicles&mdash; No.
It's impossible! And I have the only space vessel on the planet, and
it's not fit for a journey between suns."</p>

<p>The bearded man waited with a sort of implacable despair.</p>

<p>"But," said Hoddan grimly, "I have an idea. I ... ah ... have contacts
on Walden. The government of Walden does not regard charity with favor.
The need for charity seems a ... ah ... a criticism of the Waldenian
standard of living."</p>

<p>The bearded man said coldly:</p>

<p>"I can understand that. The hearts of the rich are hardened. The
existence of the poor is a reproach to them."</p>

<p>But Hoddan began suddenly to see real possibilities. This was not a
direct move toward the realization of his personal ambitions. But on the
other hand, it wasn't a movement away from them. Hoddan suddenly
remembered an oration he'd heard his grandfather give many, many times
in the past.</p>

<p>"Straight thinkin'," the old man had said obstinately, "is a delusion.
You think things out clear and simple, and you can see yourself ruined
and your family starving any day! But real things ain't simple! They
ain't clear! Any time you try to figure things out so they're simple and
straightforward, you're goin' against nature and you're going to get 'em
mixed up! So when something happens and you're in a straightforward,
hopeless fix&mdash;why, you go along with nature! Make it as complicated as
you can, and the people who want you in trouble will get hopeless
confused and you can get out!"</p>

<p>Hoddan adverted to his grandfather's wisdom&mdash;not making it the reason
for doing what he could, but accepting that it not impossibly might
apply. He saw one possibility right away. It looked fairly good. After a
minute's examination it looked better. It was astonishing how
plausible&mdash;</p>

<p>"Hm-m-m," he said. "I have planned work of my own, as you may have
guessed. I am here because of ... ah ... people on Walden. If I could
make a quick trip to Walden my ... hm-m-m ... present position might let
me help you. I cannot promise very much, but if I can borrow even the
smallest of your ships for the journey my spaceboat can't make ...
why.... I may be able to do something. Much more than can be done on
Darth!"</p>

<p>The bearded man looked at his companions.</p>

<p>"He seems frank," he said forbiddingly, "and we can lose nothing. We
have stopped our journey and are in orbit. We can wait. But ... our
people should not go to Walden. Fleshpots&mdash;"</p>

<p>"I can find a crew," said Hoddan cheerfully. Inwardly he was
tremendously relieved. "If you say the word, I'll go down to ground and
come back with them. Er ... I'll want a very small ship!"</p>

<p>"It will be," said the old man. "We thank you&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Get it inboard, here," suggested Hoddan, "so I can come inside as
before, transfer my crew without spacesuits, and leave my boat in your
care until I come back."</p>

<p>"It shall be done," said the old man firmly. He added gravely: "You must
have had an excellent upbringing, young man, to be willing to live among
the poverty-stricken people you describe, and to be willing to go so far
to help strangers like ourselves."</p>

<p>"Eh?" Then Hoddan said enigmatically, "What lessons I shall apply to
your affairs, I learned at the knee of my beloved grandfather."</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Of course, his grandfather was head of the most notorious gang of
pirates on the disreputable planet Zan, but Hoddan found himself
increasingly respecting the old gentleman as he gained experience of
various worlds.</p>

<p>He went briskly back to his spaceboat. On the way he made verbal
arrangements for the enterprise he'd envisioned so swiftly. It was
remarkable how two sets of troubles could provide suggestions for their
joint alleviation. He actually saw possible achievement before him. Even
in electronics!</p>

<p>By the time the cargo space was again pumped empty and the great door
opened to the vastness of space, Hoddan had a very broad view of things.
He'd said that same day to Fani that a practical man can always make
what he wants to do look like a sacrifice of his personal inclinations
to others' welfare. He began to suspect, now, that the welfare of others
can often coincide with one's own.</p>

<p>He needed some rather extensive changes in the relationship of the
cosmos to himself. Walden was prepared to pay bribes for him. Don Loris
felt it necessary to have him confined somewhere. There were a number of
Darthian gentlemen who would assuredly like to slaughter him if he
wasn't kept out of their reach in some cozy dungeon. But up to now
there had been not even a practical way to leave Darth, to act upon
Walden, or even to change his status in the eyes of Darthians.</p>

<p>He backed out of the big ship and consulted the charts of the lifeboat.
They had been consulted before, of course, to locate the landing grid
which did not answer calls. He found its position. He began to compare
the chart with what he saw from out here in orbit above Darth. He
identified a small ocean, with Darth's highest mountain chain just
beyond its eastern limit. He identified a river-system, emptying into
that sea. And here he began to get rid of his excess velocity, because
the landing grid was not very far distant&mdash;some fifteen hundred or two
thousand miles.</p>

<p>To a scientific pilot, his maneuvering from that time on would have been
a complex task. The advantage of computation over astrogation by ear,
however, is largely a matter of saving fuel. A perfectly computed course
for landing will get down to ground with the use of the least number of
centigrams of fuel possible. But fuel-efficient maneuvers are rarely
time-efficient ones.</p>

<p>Hoddan hadn't the time or the data for computation. He swung the
spaceboat end for end, very judgmatically used rocket power to slow
himself to a suitable east-west velocity, and at the last and proper
instant applied full-power for deceleration and went down practically
like a stone. One cannot really learn this. It has to be absorbed
through the pores of one's skin. That was the way Hoddan had absorbed
it, on Zan.</p>

<p>Within minutes, then, the stronghold of Don Loris was startled by a
roaring mutter in the sky high overhead. Helmeted sentries on the
battlements stared upward. The mutter rose to a howl, and the howl to
the volume of thunder, and the thunder to a very great noise which made
loose pebbles dance and quiver.</p>

<p>Then there was a speck of white cloudiness in the late afternoon sky. It
grew swiftly in size, and a winking blue-white light appeared in its
center. That light grew brighter&mdash;and the noise managed somehow to
increase&mdash;and presently the ruddy sunlight was diluted by light from the
rockets with considerably more blue in it. Secondary, pallid shadows
appeared.</p>

<p>Then, abruptly, the rockets cut off, and something dark plunged
downward, and the rockets flamed again, and a vast mass of steam arose
from scorched ground&mdash;and the spaceboat lay in a circle of wildly
smoking, carbonized Darthian soil. The return of tranquility after so
much of tumult was startling.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Absolutely nothing happened. Hoddan unstrapped himself from the pilot's
seat, examined his surroundings thoughtfully, and turned off the vision
apparatus. He went back and examined the feeding arrangements of the
boat. He'd had nothing to eat since breakfast in this same time-zone.
The food in store was extremely easy to prepare and not especially
appetizing. He ate with great deliberation, continuing to make plans
which linked the necessities of the emigrants from Colin to his
relationship to the government of Walden, the brief visit he'd made to
Krim, the ship the emigrants would lend him and his unpopularity with
Don Loris on Darth. He also thought very respectfully about his
grandfather's opinions on many subjects, including space-piracy. Hoddan
found himself much more in agreement with his grandfather than he'd
believed possible.</p>

<p>Outside the boat, birds which had dived to ground and cowered there
during the boat's descent now flew about again, their terror forgotten.
Horses which had galloped wildly in their pastures, or kicked in panic
in the castle stalls, returned to their oats and hay.</p>

<p>And there were human reactions. Don Loris had been in an excessively
fretful state of mind since the conclusion of his deal with the pair
from Walden. Hoddan had estimated that he ought to get a half-million
credits for Hoddan delivered to Derec and the Waldenian police. He'd
been unable to get the police official&mdash;Derec merely sat miserably by
and said nothing&mdash;to promise more than half so much. But he'd closed the
deal and sent for Hoddan&mdash;and Hoddan was gone.</p>

<p>Now the landing of this spaceboat roused a lively uneasiness in Don
Loris. It might be new bargainers for Hoddan. It might be anything.
Hoddan had said he had a secret. This might be it. Don Loris vexedly
tried to contrive some useful skulduggery without the information to
base it on.</p>

<p>Fani looked at the spaceboat with bright eyes. Thal was back at the
castle. He'd told her of Hoddan riding up to the spaceboat near another
chieftain's castle, entering it, and that then it had taken to the skies
in an aura of flames and smoke and thunder. Fani hoped that he might
have returned here in it. But she worried while she waited for him to do
something.</p>

<p>Hoddan did nothing. The spaceboat gave no sign of life.</p>

<p>The sun set, and the sky twinkled with darting lights which flew toward
the west and vanished. Twilight followed, and more lights flashed across
the heavens as if pursuing the sun. Fani had learned to associate three
and then nine such lights with spacecraft, but she could not dream of a
fleet of hundreds. She dismissed the lights from her mind, being much
more concerned with Hoddan. He would be in as bad a fix as ever if he
came out of the boat.</p>

<p>Twilight remained, a fairy half-light in which all things looked much
more charming than they really were. And Don Loris, reduced to peevish
sputtering by pure mystery, summoned Thal to him. It should be
remembered that Don Loris knew nothing of the disappearance of the
spaceboat from his neighbor's land. He knew nothing of Thal's journey
with Hoddan. But he did remember that Hoddan had seemed unworried at
breakfast and explained his calm by saying that he had a secret. The
feudal chieftain worried lest this spaceboat be it.</p>

<p>"Thal," said Don Loris peevishly, sitting beside the great fireplace in
the enormous, draughty hall, "you know this Bron Hoddan better than
anybody else."</p>

<p>Thal breathed heavily. He turned pale.</p>

<p>"Where is he?" demanded Don Loris.</p>

<p>"I don't know," said Thal. It was true. So far as he was concerned,
Hoddan had vanished into the sky.</p>

<p>"What does he plan to do?" demanded Don Loris.</p>

<p>"I don't know," said Thal helplessly.</p>

<p>"Where does that ... that thing outside the castle come from?"</p>

<p>"I don't know," said Thal.</p>

<p>Don Loris drummed on the arm of his intricately carved chair.</p>

<p>"I don't like people who don't know things!" he said fretfully. "There
must be somebody in that&mdash;thing. Why don't they show themselves? What
are they here for? Why did they come down&mdash;especially here? Because of
Bron Hoddan?"</p>

<p>"I don't know," said Thal humbly.</p>

<p>"Then go find out!" snapped Don Loris. "Take a reasonable guard with
you. The thing must have a door. Knock on it and ask who's inside and
why they came here. Tell them I sent you to ask."</p>

<p>Thal saluted. With his teeth tending to chatter, he gathered a
half-dozen of his fellows and went tramping out the castle gate. Some of
the half dozen had been involved in the rescue of the Lady Fani from
Ghek. They were still in a happy mood because of the plunder they'd
brought back. It was much more than a mere retainer could usually hope
for in a year.</p>

<p>"What's this all about, Thal?" demanded one of them as Thal arranged
them in two lines to make a proper military appearance, spears dressed
upright and garrison-shields on their left arms.</p>

<p>"Frrrrd <i>harch!</i>" barked Thal, and they swung into motion. "Two, three,
four, <i>Hup</i>, two, three, four. <i>Hup</i>, two, three&mdash;" The cadence was
established.</p>

<p>Thal said gloomily, "Don Loris said to find out who landed that thing
out yonder. And he keeps asking me about Bron Hoddan, too."</p>

<p>He strode in step with the others. The seven men made an impressively
soldierly group, tramping away from the castle wall.</p>

<p>"What happened to him?" asked a rear-file man. He marched on, eyes
front, chest out, spear-shaft swinging splendidly in time with his
marching. "That lad has a nose for loot! Don't take it himself, though.
If he set up in business as a chieftain, now&mdash;"</p>

<p>"<i>Hup</i>, two, three, four," muttered Thal. "<i>Hup</i>, two, three&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Don Loris' a hard chieftain," growled the right-hand man in the second
file. "Plenty of grub and beer, but no fighting and no loot. I didn't
get to go with you characters the other day, but what you brought
back&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Wasn't half of what was there," mourned a front-file man. "Wasn't half!
Those pistols he issued got shot out and we had to get outta there
fast!... Hm-m-m.... Here's this thing, Thal. What do we do with it?"</p>

<p>"Hrrrmp, <i>halt!</i>" barked Thal. He stared at the motionless, seemingly
lifeless, shapeless spaceboat. He'd seen one like it earlier today. That
one spouted fire and went up out of sight. He was wary of this one. He
grumbled: "Those pipes in the back of it&mdash;steer clear of 'em. They spit
fire. No door on this side. Don Loris said knock on the door. We go
around the front. Frrrrd <i>harch!</i> two, three, four, <i>hup</i>, two, three,
four. Left turn here and mind those rocks. Don Loris'd give us hell if
somebody fell down. Left turn again, <i>Hup</i>, two, three, four&mdash;"</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>The seven men tramped splendidly around the front of the lifeboat. On
the far side, its bulk hid even Don Loris' castle from view. The six
spearmen, with Thal, came to a second halt.</p>

<p>"Here goes," rumbled Thal. "I tell you, boys, if she starts to spit
fire, you get the hell away!"</p>

<p>He marched up to the spaceboat's port. He knocked on it. There was no
response. He knocked again.</p>

<p>Hoddan opened the door. He nodded cheerfully to Thal.</p>

<p>"'Afternoon, Thal! Glad to see you. I've been hoping you'd come over
this way. Who's with you?" He peered through the semidarkness. "Some of
the boys, eh? Come in!" He beckoned and said casually: "Lean your spears
against the hull, there."</p>

<p>Thal hesitated and was lost. The others obeyed. There were clatterings
as the steel spearheads came to rest against the metal hull. Six of Don
Loris' retainers followed Thal admiringly into the spaceboat's interior,
to gaze at it and that Bron Hoddan who so recently had given three of
them and nearly half a score of their fellows the chance to loot a
nearby castle.</p>

<p>"Sit down!" said Hoddan cordially. "If you want to feel what a
spaceboat's really like, clasp the seat belts around you. You'll feel
exactly like you're about to make a journey out of atmosphere. That's
it. Lean back. You notice there are no viewports in the hull? That's
because we use these visionscreens to see around with."</p>

<p>He flicked on the screens. Thal and his companions were charmed to see
the landscape outside portrayed on screens. Hoddan shifted the
sensitivity-point toward infra red, and details came out that would have
been invisible to the naked eye.</p>

<p>"With the boatport closed," said Hoddan, "like this&mdash;" The port clanged
shut and grumbled for half a second as the locking-dogs went home.
"We're all set for take-off. I need only get into the pilot's seat"&mdash;he
did so, "and throw on the fuel pump&mdash;" A tiny humming sounded. "And we
move when I advance this throttle!"</p>

<p>He pressed the firing-stud. There was a soul-shaking roar. There was a
terrific pressure. The seven men from Don Loris' stronghold were pressed
back in their seats with an overwhelming, irresistible pressure which
held them absolutely helpless. Their mouths dropped open. Appalled
protests tried to come out, but were pushed back by the seemingly
ever-increasing acceleration.</p>

<p>The screens, showing the outside, displayed a great and confused tumult
of smoke and fumes and dust to rearward. They showed only stars ahead.
Those stars grew brighter and brighter, as the roar of the rockets
diminished to a merely deafening sound. Suddenly the disk of the local
sun appeared, rising above the horizon to the west. The spaceboat,
naturally, overtook it as it rose into an orbit headed east to west
instead of the other way about.</p>

<p>Presently Hoddan turned off the fuel pump. He turned to look
thoughtfully at the seven men. They were very pale. They sat unanimously
very still, because they could see in the vision plates that a strange,
mottled, again-sunlit surface flowed past them with an appalling
velocity. They were very much afraid that they knew what it was. They
did. It was the surface of the planet Darth, well below them.</p>

<p>"I'm glad you boys came along," said Hoddan. "We'll catch up with the
fleet in a moment or two. The pirate fleet, you know! I'm very pleased
with you. Not many groundlings would volunteer for space-piracy, not
even with the loot there is in it!"</p>

<p>Thal choked slightly, but no one else made a sound. No one even
protested. Protests would have been no use. There were looks of anguish,
but nothing else, because Hoddan was the only one in the spaceboat who
had the least idea of how to get it down again. His passengers had to go
along for the ride he'd taken them for, no matter where it led.</p>

<p>Numbly, they waited for what would befall.</p>



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<h2>VIII</h2>

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<p>Hoddan did not worry about his followers&mdash;captives&mdash;noting the
obsolescence of the space fleet into which they presently drifted.
Ancient hulks and impractical oddities did not seem antique or freakish
to them. They had no standards in such matters. The planet Darth seemed
slightly off to one side in space, at some times, and at others it
seemed underfoot while at others it looked directly overhead. At all
times it moved visibly, while the spaceboat and the ships in orbit
seemed merely to float in nearly fixed positions. When the dark part of
Darth appeared to roll toward the spaceboat again all the bright specks
which were ships about them winked out of sight and there were only
faraway stars and a vast blackness off to one side like nothingness made
visible.</p>

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<p>The spearmen were wholly subdued when there was light once more and
eccentric shapes around them. There was a ring-ship&mdash;the hull like a
metal wheel with a huge tire, with pipe passages from the tire part to
the hub where the control room was located. It seemed unbelievable that
such a relic could still exist, dating as it did from the period before
gravity-fields could be put into spacecraft. It would have provided a
crazy sort of gravity by spinning as it limped from one place to
another. Whoever had collected this fleet for the emigrants from Colin
must have required only one thing&mdash;that there be a hull. Given something
that would hold air, a Lawlor drive, a gravity-unit, and air apparatus
would turn it into a ship that could go into overdrive and hence cross
the galaxy at need. Those who bargained with the emigrants had been
content to furnish nothing more than that.</p>

<p>But this could not be appreciated by Hoddan's involuntary crew. The
spaceboat drew up alongside the gigantic hulk which was the leader's.
The seven Darthians were still numbed by their kidnaping and the
situation in which they found themselves. They looked with dull eyes at
the mountainous object they approached. It had actually been designed as
a fighter-carrier of space, intended to carry smaller craft to fight
nonexistent warships under conditions which never came about. It must
have been sold for scrap a couple of hundred years since, and patched up
for this emigration.</p>

<p>Hoddan waited for the huge door to open. It did. He headed into the
opening, noticing as he did so that an object two or three times the
size of the spaceboat was already there. It cut down the room for
maneuvering, but a thing once done is easier thereafter. Hoddan got the
boat inside, and there was a very small scraping and the great door
closed before the boat could drift out again.</p>

<p>Hoddan turned to his companions&mdash;followers&mdash;victims, once the spaceboat
was still.</p>

<p>"This," he said in a manner which could only be described as one of
smiling ferocity, "is a pirate ship, belonging to the pirate fleet we
passed through on the way here. It's manned by characters so murderous
that their leaders don't dare land anywhere away from their home
star-cluster, or all the galaxy would combine against them, to
exterminate them or be exterminated. You've joined that fleet. You're
going to get out of this boat and march over that ship yonder. Then
you're going to be space pirates under me."</p>

<p>They quivered, but did not protest.</p>

<p>"I'll try you for one voyage," he told them. "There will be plunder.
There will be pirate revels. If you serve faithfully and fight well,
I'll return you to Don Loris' stronghold with your loot after the one
voyage. If you don't&mdash;" He grinned mirthlessly at them&mdash;"out the air
lock with you, to float forever between the stars. Understand?"</p>

<p>The last was pure savagery. They cringed. The outside-pressure meter
went up to normal. Hoddan turned off the visionscreens, so ending any
view of the interior of the hold. He opened the port and went out.
Sitting in something like continued paralysis in their seats, the seven
spearmen of Darth heard his voice in conversation outside the boat. They
could catch no words, but Hoddan's tone was strictly businesslike. He
came back.</p>

<p>"All right," he said shortly. "Thal, march 'em over."</p>

<p>Thal gulped. He loosened his seat belt. The enlistment of the seven in
the pirate fleet was tacitly acknowledged. They were unarmed save for
the conventional large knives at their belts.</p>

<p>"Frrrd, <i>harch!</i>" rasped Thal with a lump in his throat. "Two, three,
four. <i>Hup</i> two, three, four. <i>Hup</i>&mdash;"</p>

<p>Seven men marched dismally out of the spaceboat and down to the floor of
the huge hold. Eyes front, chests out, throats dry, they marched to the
larger but still small vessel that shared this hold compartment. They
marched into that ship. Thal barked, "<i>Halt!</i>" and they stopped. They
waited.</p>

<p>Hoddan came in very matter-of-factly only moments later. He closed the
entrance port, so sealing the ship. He nodded approvingly.</p>

<p>"You can break ranks now," he said. "There's food and such stuff around.
The ship's yours. But don't turn knobs or push buttons until you've
asked me what for!"</p>

<p>He went forward, and a door closed behind him.</p>

<p>He looked at the control board, and could have done with a little
information himself. When the ship was built, generations ago, there'd
been controls installed which would be quite useless now. When the
present working instruments were installed, it had been done so hastily
that the wires and relays behind them were not concealed, and it was
these that gave him the clues to understand them.</p>

<p>The space ark's door opened. Hoddan backed his ship out. Its rockets had
surprising power. He reflected that the Lawlor drive wouldn't have been
designed for this present ship, either. There'd probably been a quantity
order for so many Lawlor drives, and they'd been installed on whatever
needed a modern drive-system, which was every ship in the fleet. But
since this was one of the smallest craft in the lot, with its low mass
it should be fast.</p>

<p>"We'll see," he said to nobody in particular.</p>

<p>Out in emptiness, but naturally sharing the orbit of the ship from which
it had just come, Hoddan tried it out tentatively. He got the feel of
it. Then as a matter of simple, rule-of-thumb astrogation, he got from a
low orbit to a five-diameter height where the Lawlor drive would take
hold by mere touches of rocket power. It was simply a matter of
stretching the orbit to extreme eccentricity as all the ships went round
the planet. After the fourth go round he was fully five diameters out at
aphelion. He touched the Lawlor drive button and everybody had that very
peculiar disturbance of all their senses which accompanies going into
overdrive. The small craft sped through emptiness at a high multiple of
the speed of light.</p>

<p>Hoddan's knowledge of astrogation was strictly practical. He went over
his ship. From a look at it outside he'd guessed that it once had been a
yacht. Various touches inside verified that idea. There were two
staterooms. All the hull-space was for living and supplies. None was for
cargo. He nodded. There was a faint mustiness about it. But there'd been
a time when it was some rich man's pride.</p>

<p>He went back to the control room to make an estimate. From the pilot's
seat one could see a speck of brightness directly ahead. Infinitesimal
dots of brightness appeared, grew swiftly brighter and then darted
outward. As they darted they disappeared because their motion became too
swift to follow. There were, of course, methods of measuring this
phenomenon so that one could get an accurate measure of one's speed in
overdrive. Hoddan had no instrument for the purpose. But he had the
feel of things. This was a very fast ship indeed, at full Lawlor thrust.</p>

<p>Presently he went out to the central cabin. His followers had found
provisions. There were novelties&mdash;hydroponic fruit, for instance&mdash;and
they'd gloomily stuffed themselves. They were almost resigned, now.
Memory of the loot he'd led other men to at Ghek's castle inclined them
to be hopeful. But they looked uneasy when he stopped where they were
gathered.</p>

<p>"Well?" he said sharply.</p>

<p>Thal swallowed.</p>

<p>"We have been companions, Bron Hoddan," he said unhappily. "We fought
together in great battles, two against fifty, and we plundered the
slain."</p>

<p>"True enough," agreed Hoddan. If Thal wanted to edit his memories of the
fighting at the spaceport, that was all right with him. "Now we're
headed for something much better."</p>

<p>"But what?" asked Thal miserably. "Here we are high above our native
world&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Oh, no!" said Hoddan. "You couldn't even pick out its sun, from where
we are now!"</p>

<p>Thal gulped.</p>

<p>"I ... do not understand what you want with us," he protested. "We are
not experienced in space! We are simple men&mdash;"</p>

<p>"You're pirates now," Hoddan told him with a sort of genial
bloodthirstiness. "You'll do what I tell you until we fight. Then you'll
fight well or die. That's all you need to know!"</p>

<p>He left them. When men are to be led it is rarely wise to discuss policy
or tactics with them. Most men work best when they know only what is
expected of them. Then they can't get confused and they do not get ideas
of how to do things better.</p>

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<p>Hoddan inspected the yacht more carefully. There were still traces of
decorative features which had nothing to do with space-worthiness. But
the mere antiquity of the ship made Hoddan hunt more carefully. He found
a small compartment packed solidly with supplies. A supply-cabinet did
not belong where it was. He hauled out stuff to make sure. It was ... it
had been ... a machine shop in miniature. In the early days, before
spacephones were long-range devices, a yacht or a ship that went beyond
orbital distance was strictly on its own. If there were a breakdown, it
was strictly private. It had to repair itself or else. So all early
spacecraft carried amazingly complete equipment for repairs. Only liners
are equipped that way in recent generations, and it is almost unheard-of
for their tool shops to be used.</p>

<p>But there was the remnant of a shop on the yacht that Hoddan had in hand
for his errand to Walden. He'd told the emigrant leaders that he went to
ask for charity. He'd just assured his followers that their journey was
for piracy. Now&mdash;</p>

<p>He began to empty the cubbyhole of all the items that had been packed
into it for storage. It had been very ingenious, this miniature repair
shop. The lathe was built in with strength-members of the walls as part
of its structure. The drill press was recessed. The welding apparatus
had its coils and condensers under the floor. The briefest of
examinations showed the condensers to be in bad shape, and the coils
might be hopeless. But there was good material used in the old days.
Hoddan began to have quite unreasonable hopes.</p>

<p>He went back to the control room to meditate.</p>

<p>He'd had a reasonably sound plan of action for the pirating of a
space-liner, even though he had no weapons mounted on the ship nor
anything more deadly than stun-pistols for his reluctant crew. But he
considered it likely that he could make the same sort of landing with
this yacht that he'd already done with the spaceboat. Which should be
enough.</p>

<p>If he waited off Walden until a liner went down to the planet's great
spaceport, he could try it. He would go into a close orbit around Walden
which would bring him, very low, over the landing grid within an hour or
so of the liner's landing. He'd turn the yacht end for end and apply
full rocket power for deceleration. The yacht would drop like a stone
into the landing grid. Everything would happen too quickly for the grid
crew to think of clapping a force field on it, or for them to manage it
if they tried. He'd be aground before they realized it.</p>

<p>The rest was simply fast action. Hoddan and seven Darthians,
stun-pistols humming, would tumble out of the yacht and dash for the
control room of the grid. Hoddan would smash the controls. Then they'd
rush the landed liner, seize it, shoot down anybody who tried to oppose
them, and seal up the ship.</p>

<p>And then they'd take off. On the liner's rockets, which were carried for
emergency landing only, but could be used for a single take-off. After
one such use they'd be exhausted. And with the grid's controls smashed,
nobody could even try to stop them.</p>

<p>It wasn't a bad idea. He had a good deal of confidence in it. It was the
reason for his Darthian crew. Nobody'd expect such a thing to be tried,
so it almost certainly could be done. But it did have the drawback that
the yacht would have to be left behind, a dead loss, when the liner was
seized.</p>

<p>Hoddan thought it over soberly. Long before he reached Walden, of
course, he could have his own crew so terrified that they'd fight like
fiends for fear of what he might do to them if they didn't. But if he
could keep the space-yacht also&mdash;</p>

<p>He nodded gravely. He liked the new possibility. If it didn't work,
there was the first plan in reserve. In any case he'd get a modern
space-liner and a suitable cargo to present to the emigrants of Colin.
And afterward&mdash;</p>

<p>There were certain electronic circuits which were akin. The Lawlor
drive unit formed a force field, a stress in space, into which a nearby
ship necessarily moved. The faster-than-light angle came from the fact
that it worked like a donkey trotting after a carrot held in front of
him by a stick. The ship moving into the stressed area moved the stress.
The force fields of a landing grid were similar. A tuning principle was
involved, but basically a landing grid clamped an area of stress around
a spaceship, and the ship couldn't move out of it. When the landing grid
moved the stressed area up or down&mdash;why&mdash;that was it.</p>

<p>All this was known to everybody. But a third trick had been evolved on
Zan. It was based on the fact that ball lightning could be generated by
a circuit fundamentally akin to the other two. Ball lightning was an
area of space so stressed that its energy-content could leak out only
very slowly, unless it made contact with a conductor, when all bets were
off. It blew. And the Zan pirates used ball lightning to force the
surrender of their victims.</p>

<p>Hoddan began to draw diagrams. The Lawlor drive-unit had been installed
long after the yacht was built. It would be modern, with no nonsense
about it. With such-and-such of its electronic components cut out, and
such-and-such other ones cut in, it would become a perfectly practical
ball lightning generator, capable of placing bolts wherever one wanted
them. This was standard Zan practice. Hoddan's grandfather had used it
for years. It had the advantage that it could be used inside a gravity
field, where a Lawlor drive could not. It had the other advantage that
commercial spacecraft could not mount such gadgets for defense, because
the insurance companies objected to meddling with Lawlor drive
installations.</p>

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<p>Hoddan set to work with the remnants of a tool shop on the ancient yacht
and some antique coils and condensers and such. He became filled with
zest. He almost forgot that he was the skipper of an elderly craft which
should have been scrapped before he was born.</p>

<p>But even he grew hungry, and he realized that nobody offered him food.
He went indignantly into the yacht's central saloon and found his seven
crew-members snoring stertorously, sprawled in stray places here and
there.</p>

<p>He woke them with great sternness. He set them furiously to work on that
housekeeping&mdash;including meals&mdash;which can be neglected in a feudal castle
because strong outside winds blow smells away and dry up smelly objects,
but which must be practiced in a spaceship.</p>

<p>He went back to work. Suddenly he stopped and meditated afresh, and
ceased his actual labor to draw a diagram which he regarded with great
affection. He returned to his adaptation of the Lawlor drive to the
production of ball lightning.</p>

<p>It was possible to wind coils. A certain percentage of the old
condensers held a charge. He tapped the drive-unit for brazing current,
and the drill-press became a die-stamping device for small parts. He
built up the elements of a vacuum tube such as is normally found only in
a landing grid control room. He set up a vacuum-valve arrangement in the
base of a large glass jar. He put that jar in the boat's air lock, bled
the air to emptiness, and flashed the tube's quaint elements. He brought
it back and went out of overdrive while he hooked the entire new
assembly into the drive-circuit, with cut-outs and switches to be
operated from the yacht's instrument board.</p>

<p>Finished, he examined the stars. The nearby suns were totally strange in
their arrangement. But the Coalsack area was a space-mark good for half
a sector of the galaxy. There was a condensation in the Nearer Rim for a
second bearing. And a certain calcium cloud with a star-cluster behind
it was as good as a highway sign for locating one's self.</p>

<p>He lined up the yacht again and went into overdrive once more. Two days
later he came out, again surveyed the cosmos, again went into overdrive,
again came out, once more made a hop in faster-than-light travel&mdash;and he
was in the solar system of which Walden was the ornament and pride.</p>

<p>He used the telescope and contemplated Walden on its screen. The space
yacht moved briskly toward it. His seven Darthian crewmen, aware of
coming action, dolefully sharpened their two-foot knives. They did not
know what else to do, but they were far from happy.</p>

<p>Hoddan shared their depression. Such gloomy anticipations before
stirring events are proof that a man is not a fool. Hoddan's grandfather
had been known to observe that when a man can imagine all kinds of
troubles and risks and disasters ahead of him, he is usually right.
Hoddan shared that view. But it would not do to back out now.</p>

<p>He examined Walden painstakingly while the yacht sped on. He saw an
ocean come out of the twilight zone of dawn. By the charts, the capital
city and the spaceport should be on that ocean's western shore. After a
suitable and very long interval, the site of the capital city came
around the edge of the planet.</p>

<p>From a bare hundred thousand miles, Hoddan stepped up magnification to
its limit and looked again. Then Walden more than filled the telescope's
field. He could see only a very small fraction of the planet's surface.
He had to hunt before he found the capital city again. Then it was very
clear. He saw the curving lines of its highways and the criss-cross
pattern of its streets. Buildings as such, however, did not show. But he
made out the spaceport and the shadow of the landing grid, and in the
very center of that grid there was something silvery which cast a shadow
of its own. A ship. A liner.</p>

<p>There was a tap on the control-room door. Thal.</p>

<p>"Anything happening?" he asked uneasily.</p>

<p>"I just sighted the ship we're going to take," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>Thal looked unhappy. He withdrew. Hoddan plotted out the extremely
roundabout course he must take to end up with the liner and the yacht
traveling in the same direction and the same speed, so capture would be
possible.</p>

<p>He put the yacht on the line required. He threw on full power. Actually,
he headed partly away from his intended victim. The little yacht plunged
forward. Nothing seemed to happen. Time passed. Hoddan had nothing to do
but worry. He worried.</p>

<p>Thal tapped on the door again.</p>

<p>"About time to get ready to fight?" he asked dolefully.</p>

<p>"Not yet," said Hoddan. "I'm running away from our victim, now."</p>

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<p>Another half hour. The course changed. The yacht was around behind
Walden. The whole planet lay between it and its intended prey. The
course of the small ship curved, now. It would pass almost close enough
to clip the topmost tips of Walden's atmosphere. There was nothing for
Hoddan to do but think morbid thoughts. He thought them.</p>

<p>The Lawlor drive began to burble. He cut it off. He sat gloomily in the
control room, occasionally glancing at the nearing expanse of rushing
mottled surface presented by the now-nearby planet. Its attraction bent
the path of the yacht. It was now a parabolic curve.</p>

<p>Presently the surface diminished a little. The yacht was increasing its
distance from it. Hoddan used the telescope. He searched the space ahead
with full-width field. He found the liner. It rose steadily. The grid
still thrust it upward with an even, continuous acceleration. It had to
be not less than forty thousand miles out before it could take to
overdrive. But at that distance it would have an outward velocity which
would take it on out indefinitely. At ten thousand miles, certainly, the
grid-fields would let go.</p>

<p>They did. Hoddan could tell because the liner had been pointed base down
toward the planet when the force fields picked it up. Now it wabbled
slightly. It was free. It was no longer held solidly. From now on it
floated up on momentum.</p>

<p>Hoddan nibbled at his fingernails. There was nothing to be done for
forty minutes more. Presently there was nothing to be done for thirty.
For twenty. Ten. Five. Three. Two&mdash;</p>

<p>The liner was barely twenty miles away when Hoddan fired his rockets.
They made a colossal cloud of vapor in emptiness. The yacht stirred
faintly, shifted deftly, lost just a suitable amount of velocity&mdash;which
now was nearly straight up from the planet&mdash;and moved with precision and
directness toward the liner. Hoddan stirred his controls and swung the
whole small ship. Here, obviously, he could not use the space-drive for
its proper purpose. But a switch cut out certain elements of the Lawlor
unit and cut in those others which made the modified drive-unit into a
ball lightning projector.</p>

<p>A flaming speck of pure incandescence sped from the yacht through
emptiness. It would miss&mdash; No. Hoddan swerved it. It struck the liner's
hull. It would momentarily paralyze every bit of electric equipment in
the ship. It would definitely not go unnoticed.</p>

<p>"Calling liner," said Hoddan painfully into a microphone. "Calling
liner! We are pirates, attacking your ship. You have ten seconds to get
into your lifeboats or we will hull you!"</p>

<p>He settled back, again nibbling at his fingernails. He was acutely
disturbed. At the end of ten seconds the distance between the two ships
was perceptibly less.</p>

<p>He flung a second ball lightning bolt across the diminished space. He
sent it whirling round and round the liner in a tight spiral. He ended
by having it touch the liner's bow. Liquid light ran over the entire
hull.</p>

<p>"Your ten seconds are up," he said worriedly. "If you don't get out&mdash;"</p>

<p>But then he relaxed. A boat-blister on the liner opened. The boat did
not release itself. It could not possibly take on its complement of
passengers and crew in so short a time. The opening of the blister was a
sign of surrender.</p>

<p>The two first ball lightning bolts were miniatures. Hoddan now projected
a full-sized ball. It glittered viciously in emptiness, the plasma-gas
necessary for its existence furnishing a medium for radiation. It sped
toward the liner and hung off its side, menacingly. The yacht from Darth
moved steadily closer. Five miles. Two.</p>

<p>"All out," said Hoddan regretfully. "We can't wait any longer!"</p>

<p>A boat darted away from the liner. A second. A third and fourth and
fifth. The last boat lingered desperately. The yacht was less than a
mile away when it broke free and plunged frantically toward the planet
it had left a little while before. The other boats were already
streaking downward, trails of rocket-fumes expanding behind them. The
crew of the landing grid would pick them up for safe and gentle landing.</p>

<p>Hoddan sighed in relief. He played delicately upon the yacht's
rocket-controls. He carefully maneuvered the very last of the novelties
he had built into an originally simple Lawlor drive-unit. The two ships
came together with a distinct clanking sound. It seemed horribly loud.</p>

<p>Thal jerked open the door, ashen-white.</p>

<p>"W-we hit something! Wh-when do we fight?"</p>

<p>Hoddan said ruefully:</p>

<p>"I forgot. The fighting's over. But bring your stun-pistols. Nobody'd
stay behind, but somebody might have gotten left."</p>

<p>He rose, to take over the captured ship.</p>

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<p>Normally, at overdrive cruising speed, it would be a week's journey from
Walden to the planet Krim. Hoddan made it in five days. There was
reason. He wanted to beat the news of his piracy to Krim. He could
endure suspicion, and he wouldn't mind doubt, but he did not want
certainty of his nefarious behavior to interfere with the purposes of
his call.</p>

<p>The space yacht, sealed tightly, floated in an orbit far out in
emptiness. The big ship went down alone by landing grid. It glittered
brightly as it descended. When it touched ground and the grid's force
fields cut off, it looked very modern and very crisp and strictly
businesslike. Actually, the capture of this particular liner was a bit
of luck, for Hoddan. It was not one of the giant inter-cluster ships
which make runs of thousands of light-years and deign to stop only at
very major planets. It was a medium ship of five thousand tons burden,
designed for service in the Horsehead Nebula region. It was brand-new
and on the way from its builders to its owners when Hoddan interfered.
Naturally, though, it carried cargo on its maiden voyage.</p>

<p>Hoddan spoke curtly to the control room of the grid.</p>

<p>"I'm non-sked," he explained. "New ship. I got a freak charter party
over on Walden and I have to get rid of my cargo. How about shifting me
to a delay space until I can talk to some brokers?"</p>

<p>The force fields came on again and the liner moved very delicately to a
position at the side of the grid's central space. There it would be out
of the way.</p>

<p>Hoddan dressed himself carefully in garments found in the liner's
skipper's cabin. He found Thal wearing an apron and an embittered
expression. He ceased to wield a mop as Hoddan halted before him.</p>

<p>"I'm going ashore," said Hoddan crisply. "You're in charge until I get
back."</p>

<p>"In charge of what?" demanded Thal bitterly. "Of a bunch of male
housemaids! I run a mop! And me a Darthian gentleman! I thought I was
being a pirate! What do I do? I scrub floors! I wash paint! I stencil
cases in cargo holds! I paint over names and put others in their places!
Me, a Darthian gentleman!"</p>

<p>"No," said Hoddan. "A pirate. If I don't get back, you and the others
can't work this ship, and presently the police of Krim will ask why.
They'll recheck my careful forgeries, and you'll all be hung for piracy.
So don't let anybody in. Don't talk to anybody. If you do&mdash;<i>pfft!</i>"</p>

<p>He drew his finger across his throat, and nodded, and went cheerfully
out the crew's landing-door in the very base of the ship. He went across
the tarmac and out between two of the gigantic steel arches of the grid.
He hired a ground vehicle.</p>

<p>"Where?" asked the driver.</p>

<p>"Hm-m-m," said Hoddan. "There's a firm of lawyers.... I can't remember
the name&mdash;"</p>

<p>"There's millions of 'em," said the driver.</p>

<p>"This is a special one," explained Hoddan. "It's so dignified they won't
talk to you unless you're a great-grandson of a client. They're so
ethical they won't touch a case of under a million credits. They've got
about nineteen names in the firm title and&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Oh!" said the ground-car driver. "That'll be&mdash; Hell! I can't remember
the name either. But I'll take you there."</p>

<p>He drove out into traffic. Hoddan relaxed. Then he tensed again. He had
not been in a city since he stopped briefly in this on the way to Darth.
The traffic was abominable. And he, who'd been in various pitched
battles on Darth and had only lately captured a ship in space&mdash; Hoddan
grew apprehensive as his ground-car charged into the thick of hooting,
rushing, squealing vehicles. When the car came to a stop he was
relieved.</p>

<p>"It's yonder," said the driver. "You'll find the name on the directory."</p>

<p>Hoddan paid and went inside the gigantic building. He looked at the
directory and shrugged. He went to the downstairs guard. He explained
that he was looking for a firm of lawyers whose name was not on the
directory list. They were extremely conservative and of the highest
possible reputation. They didn't seek clients&mdash;</p>

<p>"Forty-two and forty-three," said the guard, frowning. "I ain't supposed
to give it out, but&mdash;floors forty-two and-three."</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan went up. He was unknown. A receptionist looked at him with
surprised aversion.</p>

<p>"I have a case of space piracy," said Hoddan polite. "A member of the
firm, please."</p>

<p>Ten minutes later he eased himself into the easiest of easy-chairs. A
gray-haired man of infinite dignity said:</p>

<p>"Well?"</p>

<p>"I am," said Hoddan modestly, "a pirate. I have a ship in the spaceport
with very convincing papers and a cargo of Rigellian furs, jewelry from
the Cetis planets, and a rather large quantity of bulk melacynth. I want
to dispose of the cargo and invest a considerable part of the proceeds
in conservative stocks on Krim."</p>

<p>The lawyer frowned. He looked shocked. Then he said carefully:</p>

<p>"You made two statements. One was that you are a pirate. Taken by
itself, that is not my concern. The other is that you wish to dispose of
certain cargo and invest in reputable businesses on Krim. I assume that
there is no connection between the two observations."</p>

<p>He paused. Hoddan said nothing. The lawyer went on, with dignity:</p>

<p>"Of course our firm is not in the brokerage business. However, we can
represent you in your dealing with local brokers. And obviously we can
advise you&mdash;"</p>

<p>"I also wish to buy," said Hoddan, "a complete shipload of agricultural
machinery, a microfilm technical library, machine tools, vision-tape
technical instructors and libraries of tape for them, generators, and
such things."</p>

<p>"Hm-m-m," said the lawyer. "I will send one of our clerks to examine
your cargo so he can deal properly with the brokers. You will tell him
in detail what you wish to buy."</p>

<p>Hoddan stood up.</p>

<p>"I'll take him to the ship now."</p>

<p>He was mildly surprised at the smoothness with which matters proceeded.
He took a young clerk to the ship. He showed him the ship's papers as
edited by himself. He took him through the cargo holds. He discussed in
some detail what he wished to buy.</p>

<p>When the clerk left, Thal came to complain again.</p>

<p>"Look here!" he said bitterly, "we've scrubbed this ship from one end
to the other! There's not a speck or a fingermark on it. And we're still
scrubbing! We captured this ship! Is this pirate revels?"</p>

<p>Hoddan said:</p>

<p>"There's money coming. I'll let you boys ashore with some cash in your
pockets presently."</p>

<p>Brokers came, escorted by the lawyer's clerk. They squabbled furiously
with him. But the dignity of the firm he represented was extreme. There
was no suspicion&mdash;no overt suspicion anyhow&mdash;and the furs went. The
clerk painstakingly informed Hoddan that he could draw so much. More
brokers came. The jewelry went. The lawyer's clerk jotted down figures
and told Hoddan the net. The bulk melacynth was taken over by a group of
brokers, none of whom could handle it alone.</p>

<p>Hoddan drew cash and sent his Darthians ashore with a thousand credits
apiece. With bright and shining faces, they headed for the nearest bars.</p>

<p>"As soon as my ship's loaded," Hoddan told the clerk, "I'll want to get
them out of jail."</p>

<p>The clerk nodded. He brought salesmen of agricultural machinery.
Representatives of microfilm libraries. Manufacturers of generators,
vision-tape instructors and allied lines. Hoddan bought, painstakingly.
Delivery was promised for the next day.</p>

<p>"Now," said the clerk, "about the investments you wish to make with the
balance?"</p>

<p>"I'll want a reasonable sum in cash," said Hoddan reflectively. "But....
well ... I've been told that insurance is a fine, conservative business.
As I understand it, most insurance organizations are divided into
divisions which are separately incorporated. There will be a
life-insurance division, a casualty division, and so on. Is that right?
And one may invest in any of them separately?"</p>

<p>The clerk said impassively:</p>

<p>"I was given to understand, sir, that you are interested in
risk-insurance. Perhaps especially risk-insurance covering piracy. I was
given quotations on the risk-insurance divisions of all Krim companies.
Of course those are not very active stocks, but if there were a rumor of
a pirate ship acting in this part of the galaxy, one might anticipate&mdash;"</p>

<p>"I do," said Hoddan. "Let's see. ... My cargo brought so much....
Hm-m-m.... My purchases will come to so much. Hm-m-m.... My legal fees,
of course.... I mentioned a sum in cash. Yes. This will be the balance,
more or less, which you will put in the stocks you've named, but since I
anticipate activity in them. I'll want to leave some special
instructions."</p>

<p>He gave a detailed, thoughtful account of what he anticipated might be
found in news reports of later dates. The clerk noted it all down,
impassively. Hoddan added instructions.</p>

<p>"Yes, sir," said the clerk without intonation when he was through. "If
you will come to the office in the morning, sir, the papers will be
drawn up and matters can be concluded. Your new cargo can hardly be
delivered before then, and if I may say so, sir, your crew won't be
ready. I'd estimate two hours of festivity for each man, and fourteen
hours for recovery."</p>

<p>"Thank you," said Hoddan. "I'll see you in the morning."</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>He sealed up the ship when the lawyer's clerk departed. Then he felt
lonely. He was the only living thing in the ship. His footsteps echoed
hollowly. There was nobody to speak to. Not even anybody to threaten.
He'd done a lot of threatening lately.</p>

<p>He went forlornly to the cabin once occupied by the liner's former
skipper. His loneliness increased. He began to feel those daunting
self-doubts such as plague the most unselfish and conscientious people.
His actions to date, of course, did not trouble him. Today's actions
were the ones which bothered his conscience. He felt that they were not
quite adequate. The balance left in the lawyer's hands would not be
nearly enough to cover a certain deficit which in justice he felt
himself bound to make up. It had been his thought to make this
enterprise self-liquidating&mdash;everybody concerned making a profit,
including the owners of the ship and cargo he had pirated. But he wasn't
sure.</p>

<p>He reflected that his grandfather would not have been disturbed about
such a matter. That elderly pirate would have felt wholly at ease. It
was his conviction that piracy was an essential part of the working of
the galaxy's economic system. Hoddan, indeed, could remember him saying
precisely, snipping off the ends of his words as he spoke:</p>

<p>"I tell y', piracy's what keeps the galaxy's business thriving!
Everybody knows business suffers when retail trade slacks down. It backs
up the movement of inventories. They get too big. That backs up orders
to the factories. They lay off men. And when men are laid off they don't
have money to spend, so retail trade slacks off some more, and that
backs up inventories some more, and that backs up orders to factories
and makes unemployment and hurts retail trade again. It's a feed-back.
See?" It was Hoddan's grandfather's custom, at this point, to stare
shrewdly at each of his listeners in turn.</p>

<p>"But suppose somebody pirates a ship? The owners don't lose. It's
insured. They order another ship built right away. Men get hired to
build it and they're paid money to spend in retail trade and that moves
inventories and industry picks up. More'n that, more people insure
against piracy. Insurance companies hire more clerks and bookkeepers.
They get more money for retail trade and to move inventories and keep
factories going and get more people hired.... Y'see? It's piracy that
keeps business in this galaxy goin'!"</p>

<p>Hoddan had known doubts about this, but it could not be entirely wrong.
He'd put a good part of the proceeds of his piracy in risk-insurance
stocks, and he counted on them to make all his actions as benevolent to
everybody concerned as his intentions had been, and were. But it might
not be true enough. It might be less than ... well ... sufficiently true
in a particular instance. And therefore&mdash;</p>

<p>Then he saw how things could be worked out so that there could be no
doubt. He began to work out the details. He drifted off to sleep in the
act of composing a letter in his head to his grandfather on the pirate
planet Zan.</p>

<p>When morning came on Krim, catawheel trucks came bringing gigantic
agricultural machines of a sort that would normally never be shipped by
space freight. There came generators and turbines and tanks of plastic,
and vision-tape instructors and great boxes full of tape for them. There
were machine tools and cutting tips&mdash;these last in vast quantity&mdash;and
very many items that the emigrants of Colin probably would not expect,
and might not even recognize. The cargo holds of the liner filled.</p>

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<p>He went to the office of his attorneys. He read and signed papers, in an
atmosphere of great dignity and ethical purpose. The lawyer's clerk
attended him to the police office, where seven dreary Darthians with
oversized hangovers tried dismally to cheer themselves by memories of
how they got that way. He got them out and to the ship. The lawyer's
clerk produced a rather weighty if small box with an air of extreme
solemnity.</p>

<p>"The currency you wanted, sir."</p>

<p>"Thank you," said Hoddan. "That's the last of our business?"</p>

<p>"Yes, sir," said the clerk. He hesitated, and for the first time showed
a trace of human curiosity. "Could I ask a question, sir, about piracy?"</p>

<p>"Why not?" asked Hoddan. "Go ahead."</p>

<p>"When you ... ah ... captured this ship, sir," said the clerk hopefully,
"did you ... ah ... shoot the men and keep the women?"</p>

<p>Hoddan sighed.</p>

<p>"Much," he said regretfully, "as I hate to spoil an enlivening
theory&mdash;no. These are modern days. Efficiency has invaded even the
pirate business. I used my crew for floor-scrubbing and cookery."</p>

<p>He closed the ship port gently and went up to the control room to call
the landing grid operators. In minutes the captured liner, loaded down
again, lifted toward the stars.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>And all the journey back to Darth was as anticlimactic as that. There
was no trouble finding the space yacht in its remote orbit. Hoddan sent
out an unlocking signal, and a keyed transmitter began to send a signal
on which to home. When the liner nudged alongside it, Hoddan's last
contrivance operated and the yacht clung fast to the larger ship's hull.
There were four days in overdrive. There were three or four pauses for
position-finding. The stop-over on Krim had cost some delay, but Hoddan
arrived back at a positive sight of Darth's sun within a day or so of
standard space drive direct from Walden. Then there was little or no
time lost in getting into orbit with the junk yard space fleet of the
emigrants. Shortly thereafter he called the leader's ship with only mild
worries about possible disasters that might have happened while he was
away.</p>

<p>"Calling the leader's ship," he said crisply. "Calling the leader's
ship! This is Bron Hoddan, reporting back from Walden with a ship and
machinery contributed for your use!"</p>

<p>The harsh voice of the bearded old leader of the emigrants seemed
somehow broken when he replied. He called down blessings on Hoddan, who
could use them. Then there was the matter of getting emigrants on board
the new ship. They didn't know how to use the boat-blister lifeboat
tubes. Hoddan had to demonstrate. But shortly after there were twenty,
thirty, fifty of the folk from Colin, feverishly searching the ship and
incredulously reporting what they found.</p>

<p>"It's impossible!" said the old man. "It's impossible!"</p>

<p>"I wouldn't say that," said Hoddan. "It's unlikely, but it's happened.
I'm only afraid it's not enough."</p>

<p>"It is ... many times what we hoped," said the old man humbly. "Only&mdash;"
He stopped. "We are more grateful than we can say."</p>

<p>Hoddan took a deep breath.</p>

<p>"I'd like to take my crew back home," he explained. "And come back
and ... well ... perhaps I can be useful explaining things. And I'd like
to ask a great favor of you ... for my own work."</p>

<p>"But naturally," said the old man. "Of course. We will await your
return. Naturally! And ... perhaps we can ... we can arrange
something&mdash;"</p>

<p>Hoddan was relieved. There did seem a slightly strange limitation to the
happiness of the emigrants. They were passionately rejoiceful over the
agricultural machinery. But they seemed rather dutifully than truly
happy over the microfilm library. The vision-tape instructors were the
objects of polite comment only. Hoddan felt a vague discomfort. There
seemed to be a sort of secret desperation in the atmosphere, which they
would not admit or mention. But he was coming back. Of course.</p>

<p>He brought the spaceboat over to the new liner. He hooked onto a
lifeboat blister and his seven Darthians crawled through the lifeboat
tube. Hoddan pulled away quickly before somebody thought to ask why
there were no lifeboats in the places so plainly made for them.</p>

<p>He headed downward when the landmarks on Darth's surface told him that
Don Loris' castle would shortly come over the horizon. He was just
touching atmosphere when it did. The boat's rocket-tanks had been
refilled, and he burned fuel recklessly to make a dramatic landing
within a hundred yards of the battlements where Fani had once
thoughtfully had a coil of rope ready for him.</p>

<p>Heads peered at the lifeboat over those same battlements now, but the
gate was closed. It stayed closed. There was somehow an atmosphere of
suspicion amounting to enmity. Hoddan felt unwelcome.</p>

<p>"All right, boys," he said resignedly. "Out with you and to the castle.
You've got your loot from the voyage"&mdash;he'd counted out for each of them
rather more actual cash than any of them really believed in&mdash;"and I want
you to take this box to Don Loris. It's a gift from me. And I want
to&mdash;consult with him about co-operation between the two of us
in ... ah ... some plans I have. Ask if I may come and talk to him."</p>

<p>His seven former spearmen tumbled out. They marched gleefully to the
castle gate. Hoddan saw them tantalizingly displaying large sums in cash
to the watchers above them. Thal held up the box for Don Loris. It was
the box the lawyer's clerk had turned over to him, with a tidy sum in
cash in it. The sum was partly depleted, now. Hoddan had paid off his
involuntary crew with it&mdash;had paid them, in fact, as if they'd done the
fighting they'd expected and he'd thought would be necessary. But there
was still more in it than Don Loris would have gotten from Walden for
selling him out.</p>

<p>The castle gate opened, as if grudgingly. The seven went in. With the
box.</p>

<p>Time passed. Much time. Hoddan went over the arguments he meant to use
on Don Loris. He needed to make up a very great sum, and it could be
done thus-and-so, but thus-and-so required occasional piratical raids,
which called for pirate crews, and if Don Loris would encourage his
retainers&mdash; He could have gone to another Darthian chieftain, of course,
but he knew what kind of scoundrel Don Loris was. He'd have to find out
about another man.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Nearly an hour elapsed before the castle gate opened again. Two files of
spearmen marched out. There were eight men with a sergeant in command.
Hoddan did not recognize any of them. They came to the spaceboat. The
sergeant formally presented an official message. Don Loris would admit
Bron Hoddan to his presence, to hear what he had to say.</p>

<p>Hoddan felt excessively uncomfortable. Waiting, he'd thought about that
secret despair in the emigrant fleet. He worried about it. He was
concerned because Don Loris had not welcomed him with cordiality, now
that he'd brought back his retainers in good working order. In a sudden
gloomy premonition, he checked his stun-pistols. They needed charging.
He managed it from the lifeboat unit.</p>

<p>He went forebodingly toward the castle with the eight spearmen
surrounding him as cops had once surrounded him on Walden. He did not
like to be reminded of it. He frowned to himself as he went in the
castle gate, and along a long stone passage, and up stone stairs into
the great hall of state. Don Loris, as once before, sat peevishly by the
huge fireplace. This time he was almost inside it, with its hood and
mantel actually over his head. The Lady Fani sat there with him.</p>

<p>Don Loris seemed to put aside his peevishness only a little to greet
Hoddan.</p>

<p>"My dear fellow," he said complainingly, "I don't like to welcome you
with reproaches, but do you know that when you absconded with that
spaceboat, you made a mortal enemy for me? It's a fact! My neighbor, on
whose land the boat descended, was deeply hurt. He considered it his
property. He had summoned his retainers for a fight over it when I heard
of his resentment and partly soothed him with apologies and presents.
But he still considers that I should return it to him, whenever you
appear here with it!"</p>

<p>"Oh," said Hoddan. "That's too bad."</p>

<p>Things looked ominous. The Lady Fani looked at him strangely. As if she
tried to tell him something without speaking it. She looked as if she
had wept lately.</p>

<p>"To be sure," said Don Loris fretfully, "you gave me a very pretty
present just now. But my retainers tell me that you came back with a
ship. A very fine ship. What became of it? The landing grid has been
repaired at last and you could have landed it. What happened to it?"</p>

<p>"I gave it away," said Hoddan. He saw what Fani was trying to tell him.
One corridor ... no, two ... leading toward the great hall was filled
with spearmen. His tone turned sardonic. "I gave it to a poor old man."</p>

<p>Don Loris shook his head.</p>

<p>"That's not right, Hoddan! That fleet overhead, now. If they are pirates
and want some of my men for crews, they should come to me! I don't take
kindly to the idea of your kidnaping my men and carrying them off on
piratical excursions! They must be profitable! But if you can afford to
give me presents like that, and be so lavish with my retainers ... why I
don't see why&mdash;"</p>

<p>Hoddan grimaced.</p>

<p>"I came to arrange a deal on that order," he observed.</p>

<p>"I don't think I like it," said Don Loris peevishly. "I prefer to deal
with people direct. I'll arrange about the landing grid, and for a
regular recruiting service which I will conduct, of course. But you ...
you are irresponsible! I wish you well, but when you carry my men off
for pirates, and make my neighbors into my enemies, and infect my
daughter with strange notions and the government of a friendly planet
asks me in so many words not to shelter you any longer ... why that's
the end, Hoddan. So with great regret&mdash;"</p>

<p>"The regret is mine," said Hoddan. Thoughtfully, he aimed a stun-pistol
at a slowly opening door. He pulled the trigger. Yells followed its
humming, because not everybody it hit was knocked out. Nor did it hit
everybody in the corridor. Men came surging out of one door, and then
two, to require the attention of his weapons.</p>

<p>Then a spear went past Hoddan's face and missed him only by inches. It
buried its point in the floor. A whirling knife spun past his nose. He
glanced up. There were balconies all around the great hall, and men
popped up from behind the railings and threw things at him. They popped
down out of sight instantly. There was no rhythm involved. He could not
anticipate their rising, nor shoot them through the balcony front. And
more men infiltrated the hall, getting behind heavy chairs and tables,
to push toward him behind them as shovable shields. More spears and
knives flew.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>"Bron!" cried the Lady Fani, throatily.</p>

<p>He thought she had an exit for him. He sprang to her side.</p>

<p>"I ... I didn't want you to come," she wept.</p>

<p>There was a singular pause in the clangings and clashings of weapons on
the floor. For a second the noises continued. Then they stopped. Then
one man popped up and hurled a knife. The clang of its fall was a very
lonely one. Don Loris fairly howled at him.</p>

<p>"Idiot! Think of the Lady Fani!"</p>

<p>The Lady Fani suddenly smiled tremulously.</p>

<p>"Wonderful!" she said. "They don't dare do anything while you're as
close to me as this!"</p>

<p>"Do you suppose," asked Hoddan, "I could count on that?"</p>

<p>"I'm certain of it!" said Fani. "And I think you'd better."</p>

<p>"Then, excuse me," said Hoddan with great politeness.</p>

<p>He swung her up and over his shoulder. With a stun-pistol in his free
hand he headed down the hall.</p>

<p>"Outside," she said zestfully. "Get out the side door and turn left, and
nobody can jump down on your neck. Then left again to the gate."</p>

<p>He obeyed. Now and again he got in a pot-shot with his pistol. Don Loris
had turned the castle into a very pretty trap. The Lady Fani said
plaintively:</p>

<p>"This is terribly undignified, and I can't see where we're going. Where
are we now?"</p>

<p>"Almost at the gate," panted Hoddan. "At it, now." He swung out of the
massive entrance to Don Loris' stronghold. "I can put you down now."</p>

<p>"I wouldn't," said the Lady Fani. "In spite of the end of me that's
uppermost, I think you'd better make for the spaceboat exactly as we
are."</p>

<p>Again Hoddan obeyed, racing across the open ground. Howls of fury
followed him. It was evidently the opinion of the castle that the Lady
Fani was to be abducted in the place of the seven returned spearmen.</p>

<p>Hoddan, breathing hard, reached the spaceboat. He put Fani down and said
anxiously:</p>

<p>"You're all right? I'm very much in your debt! I was in a spot!" Then he
nodded toward the castle. "They are upset, aren't they? They must think
I mean to kidnap you."</p>

<p>The Lady Fani beamed.</p>

<p>"It would be terrible if you did," she said hopefully. "I couldn't do a
thing to stop you! And a successful public abduction's a legal marriage,
on Darth! Wouldn't it be terrible?"</p>

<p>Hoddan mopped his face and patted her reassuringly on the shoulder.</p>

<p>"Don't worry!" he said warmly. "You just got me out of an awful fix!
You're my friend! And anyhow I'm going to marry a girl on Walden, named
Nedda. Good-by, Fani! Keep clear of the rocket blast."</p>

<p>He went into the boatport, turned to beam paternally back at her, and
shut the port behind him. Seconds later the spaceboat took off. It left
behind clouds of rocket smoke.</p>

<p>And, though Hoddan hadn't the faintest idea of it, it left behind the
maddest girl in several solar systems.</p>



<hr class='cb' />

<h2>X</h2>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>It is the custom of all men, everywhere, to be obtuse where women are
concerned. Hoddan went skyward in the spaceboat with feelings of warm
gratitude toward the Lady Fani. He had not the slightest inkling that
she, who had twice spoiled her father's skulduggery so far as it
affected him, felt any but the friendliest of feelings toward him. He
remembered that he had kept her from the necessity of adjusting to
matrimony with the Lord Ghek. It did not occur to him that most girls
intend to adjust to marriage with somebody, anyhow, and he did not even
suspect that it is a feminine instinct to make a highly dramatic and
romantic production of their marriage so they'll have something to be
sentimental about in later years.</p>

<p>As Hoddan drove on up and up, the sky became deep purple and then black
velvet set with flecks of fire. He was relieved by the welcome he'd
received earlier today from the emigrants, but he remained slightly
puzzled by a very faint impression of desperation remaining. He felt
very virtuous on the whole, however, and his plans for the future were
specific. He'd already composed a letter to his grandfather, which he'd
ask the emigrant fleet to deliver. He had another letter in his mind&mdash;a
form letter, practically a public-relations circular&mdash;which he hoped to
whip into shape before the emigrants got too anxious to be on their way.
He considered that he needed to earn a little more of their gratitude so
he could make everything come out even; self-liquidated; everybody
satisfied and happy but himself.</p>

<p>For himself he anticipated only the deep satisfaction of accomplishment.
He'd wanted to do great things since he was a small boy, and in
electronics since his adolescence, when he'd found textbooks in the
libraries of looted spaceships. He'd gone to Walden in the hope of
achievement. There, of course, he failed because in a free economy
industrialists consider that freedom is the privilege to be stupid
without penalty. In other than free economies, of course, stupidity is
held to be the duty of administrators. But Hoddan now believed himself
in the fascinating situation of having knowledge and abilities which
were needed by people who knew their need.</p>

<p>It was only when he'd made contact with the fleet, and was in the act of
maneuvering toward a boat-blister on the liner he'd brought back, that
doubts again assailed him. He had done a few things&mdash;accomplished a
little. He'd devised a broadcast-power receptor and a microwave
projector and he'd turned a Lawlor drive into a ball lightning projector
and worked out a few little things like that. But the first had been
invented before by somebody in the Cetis cluster, and the second could
have been made by anybody and the third was standard practice on Zan. He
still had to do something significant.</p>

<p>When he made fast to the liner and crawled through the boat-tube to its
hull, he was in a state of doubt which passed very well for modesty.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>The bearded old man received him in the skipper's quarters, which Hoddan
himself had occupied for a few days. He looked very weary. He seemed to
have aged, in hours.</p>

<p>"We grow more astounded by the minute," he told Hoddan heavily, "by what
you have brought us. Ten shiploads like this and we would be better
equipped than we believed ourselves in the beginning. It looks as if
some thousands of us will now be able to survive our colonization of the
planet Thetis."</p>

<p>Hoddan gaped at him. The old man put his hand on Hoddan's shoulder.</p>

<p>"We are grateful," he said with a pathetic attempt at warmth. "Please do
not doubt that! It is only that ... that&mdash; You had to accept what was
given for our use. But I cannot help wishing very desperately that ...
that instead of unfamiliar tools for metal-working and machines with
tapes which show pictures.... I wish that even one more jungle-plow had
been included!"</p>

<p>Hoddan's jaw dropped. The people of Colin wanted planet-subduing
machinery. They wanted it so badly that they did not want anything else.
They could not even see that anything else had any value at all. Most of
them could only look forward to starvation when the ship supplies were
exhausted, because not enough ground could be broken and cultivated
early enough to grow food enough in time.</p>

<p>"Would it," asked the old man desperately, "be possible to exchange
these useless machines for others that will be useful?"</p>

<p>"L&mdash;let me talk to your mechanics, sir," said Hoddan unhappily. "Maybe
something can be done."</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>He restrained himself from tearing his hair as he went to where
mechanics of the fleet looked over their treasure-trove. He'd come up to
the fleet again to gloat and do great things for people who needed him
and knew it. But he faced the hopelessness of people to whom his utmost
effort seemed mockery because it was so far from being enough.</p>

<p>He gathered together the men who'd tried to keep the fleet's ships in
working order during their flight. They were competent men, of course.
They were resolute. But now they had given up hope. Hoddan began to
lecture them. They needed machines. He hadn't brought the machines they
wanted, perhaps, but he'd brought the machines to make them with. Here
were automatic shapers, turret lathes, dicers. Here were cutting-points
for machines these machines could make, to make the machines the colony
on Thetis would require. He'd brought these because they had the raw
material. They had their ships themselves! Even some of the junk they
carried in crates was good metal, merely worn out in its present form.
They could make anything they needed with what he'd brought them. For
example, he'd show them how to make ... say ... a lumber saw.</p>

<p>He showed them how to make a lumber saw&mdash;slender, rapierlike revolving
tool with which a man stabbed a tree and cut outward with the speed of a
knife cutting hot butter. And one could mount it so&mdash;and cut out planks
and beams for temporary bridges and such constructions.</p>

<p>They watched, baffled. They gave no sign of hope. They did not want
lumber saws. They wanted jungle-breaking machinery.</p>

<p>"I've brought you everything!" he insisted. "You've got a civilization,
compact, on this ship! You've got life instead of starvation! Look at
this. I make a water pump to irrigate your fields!"</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Before their eyes he turned out an irrigation pump on an automatic
shaper. He showed them that the shaper went on, by itself, making other
pumps without further instructions than the by-hand control of the tools
that formed the first.</p>

<p>The mechanics stirred uneasily. They had watched without comprehension.
Now they listened without enthusiasm. Their eyes were like those of
children who watch marvels without comprehension.</p>

<p>He made a sledge whose runners slid on air between themselves and
whatever object would otherwise have touched them. It was practically
frictionless. He made a machine to make nails&mdash;utterly simple. He made a
power hammer which hummed and pushed nails into any object that needed
to be nailed. He made&mdash;</p>

<p>He stopped abruptly, and sat down with his head in his hands. The people
of the fleet faced so overwhelming a catastrophe that they could not see
into it. They could only experience it. As their leader would have been
unable to answer questions about the fleet's predicament before he'd
poured out the tale in the form it had taken in his mind, now these
mechanics were unable to see ahead. They were paralyzed by the
completeness of the disaster before them. They could live until the
supplies of the fleet gave out. They could not grow fresh supplies
without jungle-breaking machinery. They had to have jungle-breaking
machinery. They could not imagine wanting anything less than
jungle-breaking machinery&mdash;</p>

<p>Hoddan raised his head. The mechanics looked dully at him.</p>

<p>"You men do maintenance?" he asked. "You repair things when they wear
out on the ships? Have you run out of some materials you need for
repairs?"</p>

<p>After a long time a tired-looking man said slowly:</p>

<p>"On the ship I come from, we're having trouble. Our hydroponic garden
keeps the air fresh, o'course. But the water-circulation pipes are gone.
Rusted through. We haven't got any pipe to fix them with. We have to
keep the water moving with buckets."</p>

<p>Hoddan got up. He looked about him. He hadn't brought hydroponic-garden
pipe supplies! And there was no raw material. He took a pair of power
snips and cut away a section of cargo space wall-lining. He cut it into
strips. He asked the diameter of the pipe. Before their eyes he made
pipe&mdash;spirally wound around a mandril and line-welded to solidity.</p>

<p>"I need some of that on my ship," said another man.</p>

<p>The bearded man said heavily:</p>

<p>"We'll make some and send it to the ships that need it."</p>

<p>"No," said Hoddan. "We'll send the tools to make it. We can make the
tools here. There must be other kinds of repairs that can't be made.
With the machines I've brought, we'll make the tools to make the
repairs. Picture-tape machines have reels that show exactly how to do
it."</p>

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<p>It was a new idea. The mechanics had other and immediate problems beside
the overall disaster of the fleet. Pumps that did not work. Motors that
heated up. They could envision the meeting of those problems, and they
could envision the obtaining of jungle-plows. But they could not imagine
anything in between. They were capable of learning how to make tools for
repairs.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan taught them. In one day there were five ships being brought into
better operating condition&mdash;for ultimate futility&mdash;because of what he'd
brought. Two days. Three. Mechanics began to come to the liner. Those
who'd learned first pompously passed on what they knew. On the fourth
day somebody began to use a vision-tape machine to get information on a
fine point in welding. On the fifth day there were lines of men waiting
to use them.</p>

<p>On the sixth day a mechanic on what had been a luxury passenger liner on
the other side of the galaxy&mdash;but it was scores of years ago&mdash;asked to
talk to Hoddan by spacephone. He'd been working feverishly at the minor
repairs he'd been unable to make for so long. To get material he pulled
a crate off one of the junk machines supplied the fleet. He looked it
over. He believed that if this piece were made new, and that replaced
with sound metal, the machine might be usable!</p>

<p>Hoddan had him come to the liner which was now the flagship of the
fleet. Discussion began. Shaping such large pieces of metal which could
be taken from here or there&mdash;shaping such large pieces of metal....
Hoddan began to draw diagrams. They were not clear. He drew more.
Abruptly, he stared at what he'd outlined. Electronics.... He saw
something remarkable. If one applied a perfectly well-known bit of
pure-science information that nobody bothered with&mdash; He finished the
diagram and a vast, soothing satisfaction came over him.</p>

<p>"We've got to get out of here!" he said. "Not enough room!"</p>

<p>He looked about him. Insensibly, as he talked to the first man on the
fleet to show imagination, other men had gathered around. They were now
absorbed.</p>

<p>"I think," said Hoddan, "that we can make an electronic field that'll
soften the cementite between the crystals of steel, without heating up
anything else. If it works, we can make die-forgings and die-stampings
with plastic dies! And then that useless junk you've got can be
rebuilt&mdash;"</p>

<p>They listened gravely, nodding as he talked. They did not quite
understand everything, but they had the habit of believing him now. He
needed this and that in the huge cargo spaces of the ship the leader had
formerly used.</p>

<p>"Hm-m-m," said Hoddan. "How about duplicating these machines and sending
them over?"</p>

<p>They looked estimatingly at the tool-shop equipment. It could be made to
duplicate itself&mdash;</p>

<p>The new machine shop, in the ancient ark of space, made another machine
shop for another ship. In the other ship that tool shop would make
another for another ship, which in turn....</p>

<p>By then Hoddan had a cold-metal die-stamper in operation. It was very
large. It drew on the big ship's drive unit for power. One put a rough
mass of steel in place between plastic dies. One turned on the power.
For the tenth of a second&mdash;no longer&mdash;the steel was soft as putty. Then
it stiffened and was warm. But in that tenth of a second it had been
shaped with precision.</p>

<p>It took two days to duplicate the jungle-plow Hoddan had first been
shown, in new sound metal. But after the first one worked triumphantly,
they made forty of each part at a time and turned out jungle-plow
equipment enough for the subjugation of all Thetis' forests.</p>

<p>There were other enterprises on hand, of course. A mechanic who
stuttered horribly had an idea. He could not explain it or diagram it.
So he made it. It was an electric motor very far ahead of those in the
machines of Colin. Hoddan waked from a cat nap with a diagram in his
head. He drew it, half-asleep, and later looked and found that his
unconscious mind had designed a power-supply system which made Walden's
look rather primitive&mdash;</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>During the first six days Hoddan did not sleep to speak of, and after
that he merely cat-napped when he could. But he finally agreed with the
emigrants' leader&mdash;now no longer fierce, but fiercely triumphant&mdash;that
he thought they could go on. And he would ask a favor. He propped his
eyelids open with his fingers and wrote the letter to his grandfather
that he'd composed in his mind in the liner on Krim. He managed to make
one copy, unaddressed, of the public-relations letter that he'd worked
out at the same time. He put it through a facsimile machine and managed
to address each of fifty copies. Then he yawned uncontrollably.</p>

<p>He still yawned when he went to take leave of the leader of the people
of Colin. That person regarded him with warm eyes.</p>

<p>"I think everything's all right," said Hoddan exhaustedly. "You've got a
dozen machine shops and they are multiplying themselves, and you have
got some enthusiastic mechanics, now, who're drinking in the vision-tape
stuff and finding out more than they guessed there was. And they're
thinking, now and then, for themselves. I think you'll make out."</p>

<p>The bearded man said humbly:</p>

<p>"I have waited until you said all was well. Will you come with us?"</p>

<p>"No-o-o," said Hoddan. He yawned again. "I've got my work here. There's
an ... obligation I have to meet."</p>

<p>"It must be very admirable work," said the old man wistfully. "I wish we
had some young men like you among us."</p>

<p>"You have," said Hoddan. "They will be giving you trouble presently."</p>

<p>The old man shook his head, looking at Hoddan very affectionately
indeed.</p>

<p>"We will deliver your letters," he said warmly. "First to Krim, and then
to Walden. Then we will go on and let down your letter and gift to your
grandfather on Zan. Then we will go on toward Thetis. Our mechanics will
work at building machines while we are in overdrive. But also they will
build new tool shops and train new mechanics, so that every so often we
will need to come out of overdrive to transfer the tools and the men to
new ships."</p>

<p>Hoddan nodded exhaustedly. This was right.</p>

<p>"So," said the old man contentedly, "we will simply make those transfers
in orbit about the planets for which we have your letters. But you will
pardon us if we only let down your letters, and do not visit those
planets? We have prejudices&mdash;"</p>

<p>"Perfectly satisfactory," said Hoddan. "So I'll&mdash;"</p>

<p>"The mechanics you have trained," said the old man proudly, "have made a
little ship ready for you. It is not much larger than your spaceboat,
but it is fit for travel between suns, which will be convenient for your
work. I hope you will accept it. There is even a tiny tool shop on it!"</p>

<p>Hoddan would have been more touched if he hadn't known about it. But one
of the men entrusted with the job had harassedly asked him for advice.
He knew what he was getting. It was the space yacht he'd used before,
refurbished and fitted with everything the emigrants could provide.</p>

<p>He affected great surprise and expressed unfeigned appreciation. Barely
an hour later he transferred to it with the spaceboat in tow. He watched
the emigrant fleet swing out to emptiness and resume its valiant
journey. But it was not a hopeless journey, now. In fact, the colony on
Thetis ought to start out better-equipped than most settled planets.</p>

<p>And he went to sleep. He'd nothing urgent to do, except allow a certain
amount of time to pass before he did anything. He was exhausted. He
slept the clock around, and waked and ate sluggishly, and went back to
sleep again. On the whole, the cosmos did not notice the difference.
Stars flamed in emptiness, and planets rotated sedately on their axes.
Comets flung out gossamer veils or retracted them, and space liners went
about upon their lawful occasions. And lovers swore by stars and
moons&mdash;often quite different stars and moons&mdash;and various things
happened which had nothing to do with Hoddan.</p>

<p>But when he waked again he was rested, and he reviewed all his actions
and his situation. It appeared that matters promised fairly well on the
emigrant fleet now gone forever. They would remember Hoddan with
affection for a year or so, and dimly after that. But settling a new
world would be enthralling and important work. Nobody'd think of him at
all, after a certain length of time. But he had to think of an
obligation he'd assumed on their account.</p>

<p>He considered his own affairs. He'd told Fani he was going to marry
Nedda. The way things looked, that was no longer so probable. Of course,
in a year or two, or a few years, he might be out from under the
obligations he now considered due. In time even the Waldenian government
would realize that deathrays don't exist, and a lawyer might be able to
clear things for his return to Walden. But&mdash;Nedda was a nice girl.</p>

<p>He frowned. That was it. She was a remarkably nice girl. But Hoddan
suddenly doubted if she were a delightful one. He found himself
questioning that she was exactly and perfectly what his long-cherished
ambitions described. He tried to imagine spending his declining years
with Nedda. He couldn't quite picture it as exciting. She did tend to be
a little insipid&mdash;</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Presently, gloomy and a trifle dogged about it, he brought the spaceboat
around to the modernized boatport of the yacht. He got into it, leaving
the yacht in orbit. He headed down toward Darth. Now that he'd rested,
he had work to do which could not be neglected. To carry out that work,
he needed a crew able and willing to pass for pirates for a pirate's
pay. And there were innumerable castles on Darth, with quite as many
shiftly noblemen, and certainly no fewer plunder-hungry Darthian
gentlemen hanging around them. But Don Loris' castle had one real
advantage and one which existed only in Hoddan's mind.</p>

<p>Don Loris' retainers did know that Hoddan had led their companions to
loot. Large loot. He'd have less trouble and more enthusiastic support
from Don Loris' retainers than any other. This was true.</p>

<p>The illusion was that the Lady Fani was his firm personal friend with no
nonsense about her. This was a very great mistake.</p>

<p>He landed for the fourth time outside Don Loris' castle. This time he
had no booty-laden men to march to the castle and act as heralds of his
presence. The spaceboat's visionscreens showed Don Loris' stronghold as
immense, dark and menacing. Banners flew from its turrets, their colors
bright in the ruddy light of near-sunset. The gate remained closed. For
a long time there was no sign that his landing had been noted. Then
there was movement on the battlements, and a figure began to descend
outside the wall. It was lowered to the ground by a long rope.</p>

<p>It reached the ground and shook itself. It marched, toward the spaceboat
through the red and nearly level rays of the dying sun. Hoddan watched
with a frown on his face. This wasn't a retainer of Don Loris'. It
assuredly wasn't Fani. He couldn't even make out its gender until the
figure was very near.</p>

<p>Then he looked astonished. It was his old friend Derec, arrived on Darth
a long while since in the spaceboat Hoddan had been using ever since.
Derec had been his boon companion in the days when he expected to become
rich by splendid exploits in electronics. Derec was also the character
who'd conscientiously told the cops on Hoddan, when they found his
power-receptor sneaked into a Mid-Continent station and a stray corpse
coincidentally outside.</p>

<p>He opened the boatport and stood in the opening. Derec had been a
guest&mdash;anyhow an inhabitant&mdash;of Don Loris' castle for a good long while,
now. Hoddan wondered if he considered his quarters cozy.</p>

<p>"Evening, Derec," said Hoddan cordially. "You're looking well!"</p>

<p>"I don't feel it," said Derec dismally. "I feel like a fool in the
castle yonder. And the high police official I came here with has gotten
grumpy and snaps when I try to speak to him."</p>

<p>Hoddan said gravely:</p>

<p>"I'm sure the Lady Fani&mdash;"</p>

<p>"A tigress!" said Derec bitterly. "We don't get along."</p>

<p>Looking at Derec, Hoddan found himself able to understand why. Derec was
the sort of friend one might make on Walden for lack of something
better. He was well-meaning. He might be capable of splendid
things&mdash;even heroism. But he was horribly, terribly, appallingly
civilized!</p>

<p>"Well! Well!" said Hoddan kindly. "And what's on your mind, Derec?"</p>

<p>"I came," said Derec dismally, "to plead with you again, Bron. You must
surrender! There's nothing else to do! People can't have deathrays,
Bron! Above all, you mustn't tell the pirates how to make them!"</p>

<p>Hoddan was puzzled for a moment. Then he realized that Derec's
information about the fleet came from the spearmen he'd brought back,
loaded down with cash. Derec hadn't noticed the absence of the flashing
lights at sunset&mdash;or hadn't realized that they meant the fleet was gone
away.</p>

<p>"Hm-m-m," said Hoddan. "Why don't you think I've already done it?"</p>

<p>"Because they'd have killed you," said Derec. "Don Loris pointed that
out. He doesn't believe you know how to make deathrays. He says it's
not a secret anybody would be willing for anybody else to know. But ...
you know the truth, Bron! You killed that poor man back on Walden.
You've got to sacrifice yourself for humanity! You'll be treated
kindly!"</p>

<p>Hoddan shook his head. It seemed somehow very startling for Derec to be
harping on that same idea, after so many things had happened to Hoddan.
But he didn't think Derec would actually expect him to yield to
persuasion. There must be something else. Derec might even have nerved
himself up to something quite desperate.</p>

<p>"What did you really come here for, Derec?"</p>

<p>"To beg you to&mdash;"</p>

<p>Then, in one instant, Derec made an hysterical gesture and Hoddan's
stun-pistol hummed. A small object left Derec's hand as his muscles
convulsed from the stun-pistol bolt. It did not fly quite true. It fell
a foot or so to one side of the boatport instead of inside.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>It exploded luridly as Derec crumpled from the pistol bolt. There was
thick, strangling smoke. Hoddan disappeared. When the thickest smoke
drifted away there was nothing to be seen but Derec, lying on the
ground, and thinner smoke drifting out of the still-open boatport.</p>

<p>Nearly half an hour later, figures came very cautiously toward the
spaceboat. Thal was their leader. His expression was mournful and
depressed. Other brawny retainers came uncertainly behind him. At a nod
from Thal, two of them picked up Derec and carted him off toward the
castle.</p>

<p>"I guess he got it," said Thal dismally.</p>

<p>He peered in. He shook his head.</p>

<p>"Wounded, maybe, and crawled off to die."</p>

<p>He peered in again and shook his head once more.</p>

<p>"No sign of 'im."</p>

<p>A spearman just behind Thal said:</p>

<p>"Dirty trick! I was with him to Walden, and he paid off good! A good
man! Shoulda been a chieftain! Good man!"</p>

<p>Thal entered the spaceboat. Gingerly. He wrinkled his nose at the faint
smell of explosive still inside. Another man came in. Another.</p>

<p>"Say!" said one of them in a conspiratorial voice. "We got our share of
that loot from Walden. But he hadda share, too! What'd he do with it? He
could've kept it in this boat here. We could take a quick look! What Don
Loris don't know don't hurt him!"</p>

<p>"I'm going to find Hoddan first," said Thal, with dignity. "We don't
have to carry him outside so's Don Loris knows we're looking for loot,
but I'm going to find him first."</p>

<p>There were other men in the spaceboat now. A full dozen of them. Their
spears were very much in the way.</p>

<p>The boat door closed quietly. Don Loris' retainers stared at each other.
The locking-dogs grumbled for half a second, sealing the door tightly.
Don Loris' retainers began to babble protestingly.</p>

<p>There was a roaring outside. The spaceboat stirred. The roaring rose to
thunder. The boat lurched. It flung the spearmen into a sprawling,
swearing, terrified heap at the rear end of the boat's interior.</p>

<p>The boat went on out to space again. In the control room Hoddan said
dourly to himself:</p>

<p>"I'm in a rut! I've got to figure out some way to ship a pirate crew
without having to kidnap them. This is getting monotonous!"</p>



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<h2>XI</h2>

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<p>There was a disturbing air which was shared by all the members of
Hoddan's crew, on the way to Walden. It was not exactly reluctance,
because there was self-evident enthusiasm over the idea of making a
pirate voyage under him. So far as past enterprises were concerned,
Hoddan as a leader was the answer to a Darthian gentleman's prayer. The
partial looting of Ghek's castle, alone, would have made him a desirable
leader. But a crew of seven, returned from space, had displayed currency
which amounted to the wealth of fabled Ind. Nobody knew what Ind was,
any longer, but it was a synonym for fabulous and uncountable riches.
When men went off with Hoddan, they came back rich.</p>

<p>But nevertheless there was an uncomfortable sort of atmosphere in the
renovated yacht. They'd transshipped from the spaceboat to the yacht
through lifeboat tubes, and they were quite docile about it because none
of them knew how to get back to ground. Hoddan left the spaceboat with a
triggerable timing-signal set for use on his return. He'd done a similar
thing off Krim. He drove the little yacht well out, until Darth was only
a spotted ball with visible clouds and ice caps. Then he lined up for
Walden, direct, and went into overdrive.</p>

<p>Within hours he noted the disturbing feel of things. His followers were
not happy. They moped. They sat in corners and submerged themselves in
misery. Large, massive men with drooping blond mustaches&mdash;ideal
characters for the roles of pirates&mdash;tended to squeeze tears out of
their eyes at odd moments. When the ship was twelve hours on its way,
the atmosphere inside it was funereal. The spearmen did not even gorge
themselves on the food with which the yacht was stocked. And when a
Darthian gentleman lost his appetite, something had to be wrong.</p>

<p>He called Thal into the control room.</p>

<p>"What's the matter with the gang?" he demanded vexedly. "They look at me
as if I'd broken all their hearts! Do they want to go back?"</p>

<p>Thal heaved a sigh, indicating depression beside which suicidal mania
would be hilarity. He said pathetically:</p>

<p>"We cannot go back. We cannot ever return to Darth. We are lost men,
doomed to wander forever among strangers, or to float as corpses between
the stars."</p>

<p>"What happened?" demanded Hoddan. "I'm taking you on a pirate cruise
where the loot should be a lot better than last time!"</p>

<p>Thal wept. Hoddan astonishedly regarded his whiskery countenance,
contorted with grief and dampened with tears.</p>

<p>"It happened at the castle," said Thal miserably. "The man Derec, from
Walden, had thrown a bomb at you. You seemed to be dead. But Don Loris
was not sure. He fretted, as he does. He wished to send someone to make
sure. The Lady Fani said; 'I will make sure!' She called me to her and
said, 'Thal, will you fight for me?' And there was Don Loris suddenly
nodding beside her. So I said, 'Yes, my Lady Fani.' Then she said;
'Thank you. I am troubled by Bron Hoddan.' So what could I do? She said
the same thing to each of us, and each of us had to say that he would
fight for her. To each she said that she was troubled by you. Then Don
Loris sent us out to look at your body. And now we are disgraced!"</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan's mouth opened and closed and opened again. He remembered this
item of Darthian etiquette. If a girl asked a man if he would fight for
her, and he agreed, then within a day and a night he had to fight the
man she sent him to fight, or else he was disgraced. And disgrace on
Darth meant that the shamed man could be plundered or killed by anybody
who chose to do so, but he would be hanged by indignant authority if he
resisted. It was a great deal worse than outlawry. It included scorn and
contempt and opprobrium. It meant dishonor and humiliation and admitted
degradation. A disgraced man was despicable in his own eyes. And Hoddan
had kidnaped these men who'd been forced to engage themselves to fight
him, and if they killed him they would obviously die in space, and if
they didn't they'd be ashamed to stay alive. The moral tone on Darth was
probably not elevated, but etiquette was a force.</p>

<p>Hoddan thought it over. He looked up suddenly.</p>

<p>"Some of them," he said wryly, "probably figure there's nothing to do
but go through with it, eh?"</p>

<p>"Yes," said Thal dismally. "Then we will all die."</p>

<p>"Hm-m-m," said Hoddan. "The obligation is to fight. If you fail to kill
me, that's not your fault, is it? If you're conquered, you're in the
clear?"</p>

<p>Thal said miserably:</p>

<p>"True. Too true! When a man is conquered he is conquered. His conqueror
may plunder him, when the matter is finished, or he can spare him, when
he may never fight his conqueror again."</p>

<p>"Draw your knife," said Hoddan. "Come at me."</p>

<p>Thal bewilderedly made the gesture. Hoddan leveled a stun-pistol and
said:</p>

<p>"<i>Bzzz.</i> You're conquered. You came at me with your knife, and I shot
you with my stun-pistol. It's all over. Right?"</p>

<p>Thal gaped at him. Then he beamed. He expanded. He gloated. He frisked.
He practically wagged a nonexistent tail in his exuberance. He'd been
shown an out when he could see none.</p>

<p>"Send in the others one by one," said Hoddan. "I'll take care of them.
But Thal&mdash;why did the Lady Fani want me killed?"</p>

<p>Thal had no idea, but he did not care. Hoddan did care. He was
bewildered and inclined to be indignant. A noble friendship like
theirs&mdash; A spearman, came in and saluted. Hoddan went through a symbolic
duel, which was plainly the way the thing would have happened in
reality. Others came in and went through the same process. Two of them
did not quite grasp that it was a ritual, and he had to shoot them in
the knife arm. Then he hunted in the ship's supplies for ointment for
the blisters that would appear from stun-pistol bolts at such short
range. As he bandaged the places, he again tried to find out why the
Lady Fani had tried to get him carved up by the large-bladed knives all
Darthian gentlemen wore. Nobody could enlighten him.</p>

<p>But the atmosphere improved remarkably. Since each theoretic fight had
taken place in private, nobody was obliged to admit a compromise with
etiquette. Hoddan's followers ceased to brood. They developed huge
appetites. Those who had been aground on Krim told zestfully of the
monstrous hangovers they'd acquired there. It appeared that Hoddan was
revered for the size of the benders he enabled his followers to hang on.</p>

<p>But there remained the fact that the Lady Fani had tried to get him
massacred. He puzzled over it. The little yacht sped through space
toward Walden. He tried to think how he'd offended Fani. He could think
of nothing. He set to work on a new electronic setup which would make
still another modification of the Lawlor space-drive possible. In the
others, groups of electronic components were cut out and others
substituted in rather tricky fashion from the control board. This was
trickiest of all. It required the home-made vacuum tube to burn steadily
when in use. But it was a very simple idea. Lawlor drive and landing
grid force fields were formed by not dissimilar generators, and ball
lightning force fields were in the same general family of phenomena.
Suppose one made the field generator that had to be on a ship if it was
to drive at all, capable of all those allied, associated, similar force
fields? If a ship could make the fields that landing grids did, it
should be useful to pirates.</p>

<p>Hoddan's present errand was neither pure nor simple piracy, but piracy
it would be. The more he considered the obligation he'd taken on himself
when he helped the emigrant-fleet, the more he doubted that he could
lift it without long struggle. He was preparing to carry on that
struggle for a long time. He'd more or less resigned himself to the
postponement of his personal desires. Nedda, for example. He wasn't
quite sure&mdash; Perhaps, after all&mdash;</p>

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<p>But time passed, and he finished his electronic job. He came out of
overdrive and made his observations and corrected his course. Finally,
there came a moment when the fiery ball which was Walden's sun shone
brightly in the vision plates. It writhed and spun in the vast silence
of emptiness.</p>

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<p>Hoddan drove to a point still above the five-diameter limit of Walden.
He interestedly switched on the control which made his drive-unit
manufacture landing-grid-type force fields. He groped for Walden, and
felt the peculiar rigidity of the ship when the field took hold
somewhere underground. He made an adjustment, and felt the ship respond.
Instead of pulling a ship to ground, in the setup he'd made, the new
fields pulled the ground toward the ship. When he reversed the
adjustment, instead of pushing the ship away to empty space, the new
field pushed the planet.</p>

<p>There was no practical difference, of course. The effect was simply that
the space yacht now carried its own landing grid. It could descend
anywhere and ascend from anywhere without using rockets. Moreover, it
could hover without using power.</p>

<p>Hoddan was pleased. He took the yacht down to a bare four-hundred-mile
altitude. He stopped it there. It was highly satisfactory. He made quite
certain that everything worked as it should. Then he made a call on the
space communicator.</p>

<p>"Calling ground," said Hoddan. "Calling ground. Pirate ship calling
ground!"</p>

<p>He waited for an answer. Now he'd find out the result of very much
effort and planning. He was apprehensive, of course. There was much
responsibility on his shoulders. There was the liner he'd captured and
looted and given to the emigrants. There were his followers on the
yacht, now enthusiastically sharpening their two-foot knife blades in
expectation of loot. He owed these people something. For an instant he
thought of the Lady Fani and wondered how he could make reparation to
her for whatever had hurt her feelings so she'd try to get his throat
cut.</p>

<p>A whining, bitterly unhappy voice came to him.</p>

<p>"<i>Pirate ship!</i>" said the voice plaintively, "<i>we received the fleet's
warning. Please state where you intend to descend, and we will take
measures to prevent disorder. Repeat, please state where you intend to
descend and we will take measures to prevent disorder&mdash;</i>"</p>

<p>Hoddan drew a sharp breath of relief. He named a spot&mdash;a high-income
residential small city some forty miles from the planetary capital. He
set his controls for a very gradual descent. He went out to where his
followers made grisly zinging noises where they honed their knives.</p>

<p>"We'll land," said Hoddan sternly, "in about three-quarters of an hour.
You will go ashore and loot in parties of not less than three! Thal, you
will be ship guard and receive the plunder and make sure that nobody
from Walden gets on board. You will not waste time committing atrocities
on the population!"</p>

<p>He went back to the control room. He turned to general-communication
bands and listened to the broadcasts down below.</p>

<p>"<i>Special Emergency Bulletin!</i>" boomed a voice. "<i>Pirates are landing in
the city of Ensfield, forty miles from Walden City. The population is
instructed to evacuate immediately, leaving all action to the police.
Repeat! The population will evacuate Ensfield, leaving all action to the
police. Take nothing with you. Take nothing with you. Leave at once.</i>"</p>

<p>Hoddan nodded approvingly. The voice boomed again:</p>

<p>"<i>Special Emergency Bulletin! Pirates are landing ... evacuate ... take
nothing with you.... Leave at once....</i>"</p>

<p>He turned to another channel. An excited voice barked:</p>

<p>"<i>... Seems to be only the one pirate ship, which has been located
hovering in an unknown manner over Ensfield. We are rushing camera crews
to the spot and will try to give on-the-spot as-it-happens coverage of
the landing of pirates on Walden, their looting of the city of Ensfield,
and the traffic jams inevitable in the departure of the citizens before
the pirate ship touches ground. For background information on this the
most exciting event in planetary history, I take you to our editorial
rooms.</i>" Another voice took over instantly. "<i>It will be remembered that
some days since the gigantic pirate fleet then overhead sent down a
communication to the planetary government, warning that single ships
would appear to loot and giving notice that any resistance&mdash;</i>"</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Hoddan felt a contented, heart-warming glow. The emigrant fleet had most
faithfully carried out its leader's promise to let down a letter from
space while in orbit around Walden. The emigrants, of course, did not
know the contents of the letter. They would not send anybody down to
ground, because of the temptations to sin in societies other than their
own. Blithely, and cheerfully, and dutifully, they would give the
appearance of monstrous piratical strength. They would awe Walden
thoroughly. And then they'd go on, faithfully leaving similar letters
and similar impressions on Krim, and Lohala, and Tralee, and Famagusta,
and throughout the Coalsack stars until the stock of addressed missives
ran out. They would perform this kindly act out of gratitude to Hoddan.</p>

<p>And every planet they visited would be left with the impression that the
fleet overhead was that of bloodthirsty space-marauders who would
presently send single ships to collect loot&mdash;which must be yielded
without resistance. Such looting expeditions were to be looked for
regularly and must be submitted to under penalty of unthinkable
retribution from the monster fleet of space.</p>

<p>Now, as the yacht descended on Walden, it represented that mythical but
impressive piratical empire of Hoddan's contrivance. He listened with
genuine pleasure to the broadcasts. When low enough, he even picked up
the pictures of highways thronged with fugitives from the to-be-looted
town. He saw Waldenian police directing the traffic of flight. He saw
other traffic heading toward the city. Walden was the most highly
civilized planet in the Nurmi Cluster, and its citizens had had no
worries at all except about tranquilizers to enable them to stand it.
When something genuinely exciting turned up, they wanted to be there to
see it.</p>

<p>The yacht descended below the clouds. Hoddan turned on an emergency
flare to make a landing by. Sitting in the control room he saw his own
ship as the broadcast cameras picked it up and relayed it to millions of
homes. He was impressed. It was a glaring eye of fierce light,
descending deliberately with a dark and mysterious spacecraft behind it.
He heard the chattered on-the-spot news accounts of the happening. He
saw the people who had not left Ensfield joined by avid visitors. He saw
all of them held back by police, who frantically shepherded them away
from the area in which the pirates should begin their horrid work.</p>

<p>Hoddan even watched pleasurably from his control room as the broadcast
cameras daringly showed the actual touch-down of the ship; the dramatic
slow opening of its entrance port: the appearance of authentic pirates
in the opening, armed to the teeth, bristling ferociously, glaring about
them at the here-silent, here-deserted streets of the city left to their
mercy.</p>

<p>It was a splendid broadcast. Hoddan would have liked to stay and watch
all of it. But he had work to do. He had to supervise the pirate raid.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>It was, as it turned out, simple enough. Looting parties of three
pirates each moved skulking about, seeking plunder. Quaking cameramen
dared to ask them, in shaking voices, to pose for the news cameras. It
was a request no Darthian gentleman, even in an act of piracy, could
possibly refuse. They posed, making pictures of malignant ruffianism.</p>

<p>Commentators, adding informed comment to delectably thrilling pictures,
observed that the pirates wore Darthian costume, but observed crisply
that this did not mean that Darth as an entity had turned pirate, but
only that some of her citizens had joined the pirate fleet.</p>

<p>The camera crews then asked apologetically if they would permit
themselves to be broadcast in the act of looting. Growling savagely for
their public, and occasionally adding even a fiendish "Ha!" they
obliged. The camera crews helped pick out good places to loot for the
sake of good pictures. The pirates co-operated in fine dramatic style.
Millions watching vision sets all over the planet shivered in delicious
horror as the pirates went about their nefarious enterprise.</p>

<p>Presently the press of onlookers could not be held back by the police.
They surrounded the pirates. Some, greatly daring, asked for autographs.
Girls watched them with round, frightened, fascinated eyes. Younger men
found it vastly thrilling to carry burdens of loot back to the pirate
ship for them. Thal complained hoarsely that the ship was getting
overloaded. Hoddan ordered greater discrimination, but his pirates by
this time were in the position of directors rather than looters
themselves. Romantic Waldenian admirers smashed windows and brought them
treasure, for the reward of a scowling acceptance.</p>

<p>Hoddan had to call it off. The pirate ship was loaded. It was then the
center of an agitated, excited, enthusiastic crowd. He called back his
men. One party of three did not return. He took two others and fought
his way through the mob. He found the trio backed against a wall while
hysterically adoring girls struggled to seize scraps of their garments
for mementos of real, live pirates looting a Waldenian town!</p>

<p>But Hoddan got them back to the ship, in confusion tending toward the
blushful. Their clothes were shreds. He fought a way clear for them to
get into the ship. He fought his way in. Cheers rose from the onlookers.
He got the landing port shut only by the help of police who kept pirate
fans from having their fingers caught in its closing.</p>

<p>Then the piratical space yacht rose swiftly toward the stars.</p>

<p>An hour later there was barely any diminution of the excitement inside
the ship. Darthian gentlemen all, Hoddan's followers still gazed and
floated over the plunder tucked everywhere. It crowded the living
quarters. It threatened to interfere with the astrogation of the ship.
Hoddan came out of the control room and was annoyed.</p>

<p>"Break it up!" he snapped. "Pack that stuff away somewhere! What do you
think this is?"</p>

<p>Thal gazed at him abstractedly, not quite able to tear his mind and
thoughts from this completely unimaginable mass of plunder. Then
intelligence came into his eyes&mdash;as much as could appear there. He
grinned suddenly. He slapped his thigh.</p>

<p>"Boys!" he gurgled. "He don't know what we got for him!"</p>

<p>One man looked up. Two. They beamed. They got to their feet, dripping
jewelry. Thal went ponderously to one of the two owners' staterooms the
yacht contained. At the door he turned, expansively.</p>

<p>"She came to the port," he said exuberantly, "and said we were wearin'
clothes like they wore on Darth. Did we come from there? I said we did.
Then she said did we know somebody named Bron Hoddan on Darth? And I
said we did and if she'd step inside the ship she'd meet you. And here
she is!"</p>

<p>He unfastened the stateroom door, which had been barred from without. He
opened it. He looked in, and grabbed, and pulled at something. Hoddan
went sick with apprehension. He groaned as the something inside the
stateroom sobbed and yielded.</p>

<p>Thal brought Nedda out into the saloon of the yacht. Her nose and eyes
were red from terrified weeping. She gazed about her in purest
despairing horror. She did not see Hoddan for a moment. Her eyes were
filled with the brawny, mustachioed piratical figures who were Darthian
gentlemen and who grinned at her in what she took for evil gloating.</p>

<p>She wailed.</p>

<p>Hoddan swallowed, with much difficulty, and said sickly:</p>

<p>"It's all right, Nedda. It was a mistake. Nothing will happen to you.
You're quite"&mdash;and he knew with desperate certainty that it was
true&mdash;"safe with me!"</p>

<p>And she was.</p>



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<h2>XII</h2>

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<p>Hoddan stopped off at Krim by landing grid, to consult his lawyers. He
felt a certain amount of hope of good results from his raid on Walden,
but he was desperate about Nedda. Once she was confident of her safety
under his protection, she took over the operation of the spaceship. She
displayed an overwhelming saccharinity that was appalling. She was
sweetness and light among criminals who respectfully did not harm her,
and she sweetened and lightened the atmosphere of the space yacht until
Hoddan's followers were close to mutiny.</p>

<p>"It ain't that I mind her being a nice girl," one of his mustachioed
Darthians explained almost tearfully to Hoddan, "but she wants to make a
nice girl out of me!"</p>

<p>Hoddan, himself, cringed from her society. He could gladly have put her
ashore on Krim with ample funds to return to Walden. But she was
prettily, reproachfully helpless. If he did put her ashore, she would
confide her kidnaping and the lovely behavior of the pirates until
nobody would believe in them any more&mdash;which would be fatal.</p>

<p>He went to his lawyers, brooding. The news astounded him. The emigrant
fleet had appeared over Krim on the way to Walden. Before it appeared,
Hoddan's affairs had been prosperous enough. Right after his previous
visit, news had come of the daring piratical raid which captured a ship
off Walden. This was the liner Hoddan'd brought in to Krim. All
merchants and ship owners immediately insured all vessels and goods in
space transit at much higher valuations. The risk-insurance stocks
bought on Hoddan's account had multiplied in value. Obeying his
instructions, his lawyers had sold them out and held a pleasing fortune
in trust for Hoddan.</p>

<p>Then came the fleet over Krim, with its letter threatening planetary
destruction if resistance was offered to single ships which would land
and loot later on. It seemed that all commerce was at the mercy of space
marauders. Risk-insurance companies had undertaken to indemnify the
owners of ships and freight in emptiness. Now that an unprecedented
pirate fleet ranged and doubtless ravaged the skyways, the insurance
companies ought to go bankrupt. Owners of stock in them dumped it at any
price to get rid of it. In accordance with Hoddan's instructions,
though, his lawyers had faithfully if distastefully bought it in. To use
up the funds available, they had to buy up not only all the stock of all
the risk-insurance companies of Krim, but all stock in all off-planet
companies owned by investors on Krim.</p>

<p>Then time passed, and ships in space arrived unmolested in port. Cargoes
were delivered intact. Insurers observed that the risk-insurance
companies had not collapsed and could still pay off if necessary. They
continued their insurance. Risk companies appeared financially sound
once more. They had more business than ever, and no more claims than
usual. Suddenly their stocks went up&mdash;or rather, what people were
willing to pay for them went up, because Hoddan had forbidden the sale
of any stock after the pirate fleet appeared.</p>

<p>Now he asked hopefully if he could reimburse the owners of the ship he'd
captured off Walden. He could. Could he pay them even the profit they'd
have made between the loss of their ship and the arrival of a
replacement? He could. Could he pay off the shippers of Rigellian furs
and jewelry from the Cetis stars, and the owners of the bulk <i>melacynth</i>
that had brought so good a price on Krim? He could. In fact, he had. The
insurance companies he now owned lock, stock, and barrel had already
paid the claims on the ship and its cargo, and it would be rather
officious to add to that reimbursement.</p>

<p>Hoddan was abruptly appalled. He insisted on a bonus being paid,
regardless, which his lawyers had some trouble finding a legal fiction
to fit. Then he brooded over his position. He wasn't a business man. He
hadn't expected to make out so well. He'd thought to have to labor for
years, perhaps, to make good the injury he'd done the ship owners and
merchants in order to help the emigrants from Colin. But it was all
done, and here he was with a fortune and the framework of a burgeoning
financial empire. He didn't like it.</p>

<p>Gloomily, he explained matters to his attorneys. They pointed out that
he had a duty, an obligation, from the nature of his unexpected success.
If he let things go, now, the currently thriving business of risk
insurance would return to its former unimportance. His companies had
taken on extra help. More bookkeepers and accountants worked for him
this week than last. More mail clerks, secretaries, janitors and
scrubwomen. Even more vice presidents! He would administer a serious
blow to the economy of Krim if he caused a slackening of employment by
letting his companies go to pot. A slackening of employment would cause
a drop in retail trade, an increase in inventories, a depression in
industry....</p>

<p>Hoddan thought gloomily of his grandfather. He'd written to the old
gentleman and the emigrant fleet would have delivered the letter. He
couldn't disappoint his grandfather!</p>

<p>He morbidly accepted his attorneys' advice, and they arranged
immediately to take over the forty-first as well as the forty-second
and-third floors of the building their offices were in. Commerce would
march on.</p>

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<p>And Hoddan headed for Darth. He had to return his crew, and there was
something else. Several something elses. He arrived in that solar-system
and put his yacht in a search-orbit, listening for the call-signal the
spaceboat should give for him to home on. He found it, deep within the
gravity-field of Darth. He maneuvered to come alongside, and there was
blinding light everywhere. Alarms rang. Lights went out. Instruments
registered impossibilities, the rockets fired crazily, and the whole
ship reeled. Then a voice roared out of the communicator:</p>

<p>"<i>Stand and deliver! Surrender and y'll be allowed to go to ground. But
if y'even hesitate I'll hull ye and heave ye out to space without a
spacesuit!</i>"</p>

<p>Hoddan winced. Stray sparks had flown about everywhere inside the space
yacht. A ball lightning bolt, even of only warning size, makes things
uncomfortable when it strikes. Hoddan's fingers tingled as if they'd
been asleep. He threw on the transmitter switch and said annoyedly:</p>

<p>"Hello, grandfather. This is Bron. Have you been waiting for me long?"</p>

<p>He heard his grandfather swear disgustedly. Not long later, a badly
battered, blackened, scuffed old spacecraft came rolling up on
rocket-impulse and stopped with a billowing of rocket fumes. Hoddan
threw a switch and used the landing grid field he'd used on Walden in
another fashion. The ships came together with fine precision,
lifeboat-tube to lifeboat-tube. He heard his grandfather swear in
amazement.</p>

<p>"That's a little trick I worked out, grandfather," said Hoddan into the
transmitter. "Come aboard. I'll pass it on."</p>

<p>His grandfather presently appeared, scowling and suspicious. His eyes
shrewdly examined everything, including the loot tucked in every
available space. He snorted.</p>

<p>"All honestly come by," said Hoddan morbidly. "It seems I've got a
license to steal. I'm not sure what to do with it."</p>

<p>His grandfather stared at a placard on the wall. It said archly:
"<i>Remember! A Lady is Present!</i>" Nedda had put it up.</p>

<p>"Hm-m-m!" said his grandfather. "What's a woman doing on a pirate ship?
That's what your letter talked about!"</p>

<p>"They get on," said Hoddan, wincing, "like mice. You've had mice on a
ship, haven't you? Come in the control room and I'll explain."</p>

<p>He did explain, up to the point where his arrangements to pay back for a
ship and cargo he'd given away turned into a runaway success, and now he
was responsible for the employment of innumerable bookkeepers and clerks
and such in the insurance companies he'd come to own. There was also the
fact that as the emigrant fleet went on, some fifty more planets in all
would require the attention of pirate ships from time to time, or there
would be disillusionment and injury to the economic system.</p>

<p>"Organization," said his grandfather, "does wonders for a tender
conscience like you've got. What else?"</p>

<p>Hoddan explained the matter of his Darthian crew. Don Loris might
affect to consider them disgraced because they hadn't cut his throat.
Hoddan had to take care of the matter. And there was Nedda.... Fani came
into the story somehow, too. Hoddan's grandfather grunted, at the end.</p>

<p>"We'll go down and talk to this Don Loris," he said pugnaciously. "I've
dealt with his kind before. While we're down, your Cousin Oliver'll take
a look at this new grid-field job. We'll put it on my ship. Hm-m-m&mdash;how
about the time down below? Never land long after daybreak. Early in the
morning, people ain't at their best."</p>

<p>Hoddan looked at Darth, rotating deliberately below him.</p>

<p>"It's not too late, sir," he said. "Will you follow me down?"</p>

<p>His grandfather nodded briskly, took another comprehensive look at the
loot from Walden, and crawled back through the tube to his own ship.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>So it was not too long after dawn, in that time-zone, when a sentry on
the battlements of Don Loris' castle felt a shadow over his head. He
jumped a foot and stared upward. Then his hair stood up on end and
almost threw his steel helmet off. He stared, unable to move a muscle.</p>

<p>There was a ship above him. It was not a large ship, but he could not
judge of such matters. It was not supported by rockets. It should have
been falling horribly to smash him under its weight. It wasn't. Instead,
it floated on with very fine precision, like a ship being landed by
grid, and settled delicately to the ground some fifty yards from the
base of the castle wall.</p>

<p>Immediately thereafter there was a muttering roar. It grew to a howl&mdash;a
bellow; it became thunder. It increased from that to a noise so
stupendous that it ceased altogether to be heard, and was only felt as a
deep-toned battering at one's chest. When it ended there was a second
ship resting in the middle of a very large scorched place close by the
first.</p>

<p>Neither of these ships was a spaceboat. The silently landed vessel,
which was the smaller of the two, was several times the sizes of the
only spacecraft ever seen on Darth outside the spaceport. Its design was
somehow suggestive of a yacht. The other, larger, ship was blunt and
soiled and space-worn, with patches on its plating here and there.</p>

<p>A landing ramp dropped down from the battered craft. It neatly spanned
the scorched and still-smoking patch of soil. A port opened. Men came
out, following a jaunty small figure with belligerent gray whiskers.
They dragged an enigmatic object behind them.</p>

<p>Hoddan came out of the yacht. His grandfather said waspishly:</p>

<p>"This the castle?"</p>

<p>He waved at the massive pile of cut gray stone, with walls twenty feet
thick and sixty high.</p>

<p>"Yes, sir," said Hoddan.</p>

<p>"Hm-m-m," snorted his grandfather. "Looks flimsy to me!" He waved his
hand again. "You remember your cousins."</p>

<p>Familiar, matter-of-fact nods came from the men of the battered ship.
Hoddan hadn't seen any of them for years, but they were his kin. They
wore commonplace, workaday garments, but carried weapons slung
negligently over their shoulders. They dragged the cryptic object behind
them without particular formation or apparent discipline, but somehow
they looked capable.</p>

<p>Hoddan and his grandfather strolled to the castle gate, their companions
a little to their rear. They came to the gate. Nothing happened. Nobody
challenged. There was the feel of peevish refusal to associate with
persons who landed in spaceships.</p>

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<p>"Shall we hail?" asked Hoddan.</p>

<p>"Nah!" snorted his grandfather. "I know his kind! Make him make the
advances." He waved to his descendents. "Open it up."</p>

<p>Somebody casually pulled back a cover and reached in and threw switches.</p>

<p>"Found a power broadcast unit," grunted Hoddan's grandfather, "on a ship
we took. Hooked it to the ship's space-drive. When y'can't use the
space-drive, you still got power. Your Cousin Oliver whipped this thing
up to use it."</p>

<p>The enigmatic object made a spiteful noise. The castle gate shuddered
and fell halfway from its hinges. The thing made a second noise. Stones
splintered and began to collapse. Hoddan admired. Three more unpleasing
but not violently loud sounds. Half the wall on either side of the gate
was rubble, collapsing partly inside and partly outside the castle's
proper boundary.</p>

<p>Figures began to wave hysterically from the battlements. Hoddan's
grandfather yawned slightly.</p>

<p>"I always like to talk to people," he observed, "when they're worryin'
about what I'm likely to do to them, instead of what maybe they can do
to me."</p>

<p>Figures appeared on the ground level. They'd come out of a sally port to
one side. They were even extravagantly cordial when Hoddan's grandfather
admitted that it might be convenient to talk over his business inside
the castle, where there would be an easy-chair to sit in.</p>

<hr class='tb' />

<p>Presently they sat beside the fireplace in the great hall. Don Loris,
jittering, shivered next to Hoddan's grandfather. The Lady Fani
appeared, icy-cold and defiant. She walked with frigid dignity to a
place beside her father. Hoddan's grandfather regarded her with a
wicked, estimating gaze.</p>

<p>"Not bad!" he said brightly. "Not bad at all!" Then he turned to Hoddan.
"Those retainers coming?"</p>

<p>"On the way," said Hoddan. He was not happy. The Lady Fani had passed
her eyes over him exactly as if he did not exist.</p>

<p>There was a murmurous noise. The dozen spearmen came marching into the
great hall. They carried loot. It dripped on the floor and they blandly
ignored such things as stray golden coins rolling off away from them.
Stay-at-home inhabitants of the castle gazed at them in joyous
wonderment.</p>

<p>Nedda came with them. The Lady Fani made a very slight, almost
imperceptible movement. Hoddan said desperately:</p>

<p>"Fani, I know you hate me, though I can't guess why. But here's a thing
that ... has to be taken care of! We made a raid on Walden ... that's
where the loot came from ... and my men kidnaped this girl ... her name
is Nedda ... and brought her on the ship as a present to me ... because
she'd admitted that she knew me! Nedda's in an awful fix, Fani! She's
alone and friendless, and ... somebody has to take care of her! Her
father'll come for her eventually, no doubt, but somebody's got to take
care of her in the meantime, and I can't do it!" Hoddan felt hysterical
at the bare idea. "I can't!"</p>

<p>The Lady Fani looked at Nedda. And Nedda wore the brave look of a girl
so determinedly sweet that nobody could possibly bear it.</p>

<p>"I'm ... very sorry," said Nedda bravely, "that I've been the cause of
poor Bron turning pirate and getting into such dreadful trouble. I cry
over it every night before I go to sleep. He treated me as if I were his
sister, and the other men were so gentle and respectful that I ... I
think it will break my heart when they are punished. When I think of
them being executed with all that dreadful, hopeless formality&mdash;"</p>

<p>"On Darth," said the Lady Fani practically, "we're not very formal about
such things. Just cutting somebody's throat is usually enough. But he
treated you like a sister, did he? Thal?"</p>

<p>Thal swallowed. He'd been beaming a moment before, with his arms full of
silver plate, jewelry, laces, and other bits of booty from the town of
Ensfield. But now he said desperately:</p>

<p>"Yes, Lady Fani. But not the way I'd've treated my sister. My sisters,
Lady Fani, bit me when they were little, slapped me when they were
bigger, and scorned me when I grew up. I'm fond of 'em! But if one of my
sisters'd ever lectured me because I wasn't refined, or shook a finger
at me because I wasn't gentlemanly&mdash; Lady Fani, I'd've strangled her!"</p>

<p>There was a certain gleam in the Lady Fani's eye as she said warmly to
Hoddan:</p>

<p>"Of course I'll take care of the poor thing! I'll let her sleep with my
maids and I'm sure one of them can spare clothes for her to wear, and
I'll take care of her until a space liner comes along and she can be
shipped back to her family. And you can come to see her whenever you
please, to make sure she's all right!"</p>

<p>Hoddan's eyes tended to grow wild. His grandfather cleared his throat
loudly. Hoddan said doggedly:</p>

<p>"You, Fani, asked each of my men if they'd fight for you. They said yes.
You sent them to cut my throat. They didn't. But they're not disgraced!
I want that clear! They're good men! They're not disgraced for failing
to assassinate me!"</p>

<p>"Of course they aren't," conceded the Lady Fani sweetly. "Whoever heard
of such a thing?"</p>

<p>Hoddan wiped his forehead. Don Loris opened his mouth fretfully.
Hoddan's grandfather forestalled him.</p>

<p>"You've heard about that big pirate fleet that's been floating around
these parts? Eh? It's my grandson's. I run a squadron of it for him.
Wonderful boy, my grandson! Bloodthirsty crews on those ships, but they
love that boy!"</p>

<p>"Very&mdash;" Don Loris caught his breath. "Very interesting."</p>

<p>"He likes your men," confided Hoddan's grandfather. "Used them twice.
Says they make nice, well-behaved pirates. He's going to give them
stun-pistols and cannon like the one that smashed your gate. Only men on
Darth with guns like that! Seize the spaceport and put in power
broadcast, and make sure nobody else gets stun-weapons. Run the country.
Your men'll love it. Love that boy, too! Follow him anywhere. Loot."</p>

<p>Don Loris quivered. It was horribly plausible. He'd had the scheme of
the only stun-weapon-armed force on Darth, himself. He knew his men
tended to revere Hoddan because of the plunder his followers seemed
always to acquire. Don Loris was in a very, very uncomfortable
situation. Bored men from the battered spacecraft stood about his great
hall. They were unimpressed. He knew that they, at least, were casually
sure that they could bring his castle down about his ears in minutes if
they chose.</p>

<p>"But ... if my men&mdash;" Don Loris quavered. "What about me?"</p>

<p>"Minor problem," said Hoddan's grandfather blandly. "The usual thing
would be <i>pfft!</i> Cut your throat." He rose. "Decide that later, no
doubt. Yes, Bron?"</p>

<p>"I've brought back my men," growled Hoddan, "and Nedda's taken care of.
We're through here."</p>

<p>He headed abruptly for the great hall's farthest door. His grandfather
followed him briskly, and the negligent, matter-of-fact armed men who
were mostly Hoddan's first and second cousins came after them. Outside
the castle, Hoddan said angrily:</p>

<p>"Why did you tell such a preposterous story, grandfather?"</p>

<p>"It's not preposterous," said his grandfather. "Sounds like fun, to me!
You're tired now, Bron. Lots of responsibilities and such. Take a rest.
You and your Cousin Oliver get together and fix those new gadgets on my
ship. I'll take the other boys for a run over to this spaceport town.
The boys need a run ashore, and there might be some loot. Your
grandmother's fond of homespun. I'll try to pick some up for her."</p>

<p>Hoddan shrugged. His grandfather was a law unto himself. Hoddan saw his
cousins bringing horses from the castle stables, and a very casual group
went riding away as if on a pleasure excursion. As a matter of fact, it
was. Thal guided them.</p>

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<p>For the rest of that morning and part of the afternoon Hoddan and his
Cousin Oliver worked at the battered ship's Lawlor drive. Hoddan was
pleased with his cousin's respect for his device. He unfeignedly admired
the cannon his cousin had designed. Presently they reminisced about
their childhood. It was pleasant to renew family ties like this.</p>

<p>The riders came back about sunset. There were extra horses, with loads.
There were cheerful shoutings. His grandfather came into Hoddan's ship.</p>

<p>"Brought back some company," he said. "Spaceliner landed while we were
there. Friend of yours on it. Congenial fellow, Bron. Thinks well of
you, too!"</p>

<p>A large figure followed his grandfather in. A large figure with
snow-white hair. The amiable and relaxed Interstellar Ambassador to
Walden.</p>

<p>"Hard-gaited horses, Hoddan," he said wryly. "I want a chair and a
drink. I traveled a good many light-years to see you, and it wasn't
necessary after all. I've been talking to your grandfather."</p>

<p>"Glad to see you, sir," said Hoddan reservedly.</p>

<p>His Cousin Oliver brought glasses, and the Ambassador buried his nose in
his and said in satisfaction:</p>

<p>"A-a-ah! That's good! Capable man, your grandfather. I watched him loot
that town. Beautifully professional job! He got some homespun sheets for
your grandmother. But about you."</p>

<p>Hoddan sat down. His grandfather puffed and was silent. His cousins
effaced themselves. The Ambassador waved a hand.</p>

<p>"I started here," he observed, "because it looked to me like you were
running wild. That spacefleet, now ... I know something of your ability.
I thought you'd contrived some way to fake it. I knew there couldn't be
such a fleet. Not really! That was a sound job you did with the
emigrants, by the way. Most praiseworthy! And the point was that if you
ran hogwild with a faked fleet, sooner or later the Space Patrol would
have to cut you down to size. And you were doing much too good work to
be stopped!"</p>

<p>Hoddan blinked.</p>

<p>"Satisfaction," said the Ambassador, "is well enough. But satiety is
death. Walden was dying on its feet. Nobody could imagine a greater
satisfaction than curling up with a good tranquilizer! You've ended
that! I left Walden the day after your Ensfield raid. Young men were
already trying to grow mustaches. The textile mills were making colored
felt for garments. Jewelers were turning out stun-gun pins for
ornaments, Darthian knives for brooches, and the song writers had eight
new tunes on the air about pirate lovers, pirate queens, and dark ships
that roam the lanes of night. Three new vision-play series were to start
that same night with space-piracy as their theme, and one of them
claimed to be based on your life. Better make them pay for that, Hoddan!
In short, Walden had rediscovered the pleasure to be had by taking pains
to make a fool of one's self. People who watched that raid on
visionscreens had thrills they'd never swap for tranquilizers! And the
ones who actually mixed in with the pirate raiders&mdash; You deserve well of
the republic, Hoddan!"</p>

<p>Hoddan said, "Hm-m-m," because there was nothing else to be said.</p>

<p>"Now, your grandfather and I have canvassed the situation thoroughly!
This good work must be continued. Diplomatic Service has been worried
all along the line. Now we've something to work up. Your grandfather
will expand his facilities and snatch ships, land and loot, and keep
piracy flying. Your job is to carry on the insurance business. The ships
that will be snatched will be your ships, of course. No interference
with legitimate commerce. The landing-raids will be paid for by the
interplanetary piracy-risk insurance companies&mdash;you. In time you'll
probably have to get writers to do scripts for them, but not right away.
You'll continue to get rich, but there's no harm in that so long as you
re-introduce romance and adventure and derring-do to a galaxy headed for
decline. Savages will not invent themselves if there are plenty of
heroic characters&mdash;of your making!&mdash;to slap them down!"</p>

<p>Hoddan said painfully:</p>

<p>"I like working on electronic gadgets. My cousin Oliver and I have some
things we want to work on together."</p>

<p>His grandfather snorted. One of the cousins came in from outside the
yacht. Thal followed him, glowing. He'd reported the looting of the
spaceport town, and Don Loris had gone into a tantrum of despair because
nobody seemed able to make headway against these strangers. Now he'd
turned about and issued a belated invitation to Hoddan and his
grandfather and their guest the Interstellar Ambassador&mdash;of whom he'd
learned from Thal&mdash;to dinner at the castle. They could bring their own
guards.</p>

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<p>Hoddan would have refused, but the Ambassador and his grandfather were
insistent. Ultimately he found himself seated drearily at a long table
in a stone-walled room lighted by very smoky torches. Don Loris,
jittering, displayed a sort of professional conversational charm. He was
making an urgent effort to overcome the bad effect of past actions by
conversational brilliance. The Lady Fani sat quietly with jewels at her
throat. She looked most often at her plate. The talk of the oldsters
became profound. They talked administration. They talked practical
politics. They talked economics.</p>

<p>The Lady Fani looked very bored as the talk went on after the meal was
over. Don Loris said brightly, to her:</p>

<p>"My dear we must be tedious! Young Hoddan looks uninterested, too. Why
don't you two walk on the battlements and talk about such things as
persons your age find interesting?"</p>

<p>Hoddan rose, gloomily. The Lady Fani, with a sigh of polite resignation,
rose to accompany him. The Ambassador said suddenly:</p>

<p>"Hoddan! I forgot to tell you! They found out what killed that man
outside the power station!" When Hoddan showed no comprehension, the
Ambassador explained, "The man your friend Derec thought was killed by
deathrays. It develops that he'd gotten a terrific load on&mdash;drunk, you
know&mdash;and climbed a tree to escape the pink, purple, and green <i>duryas</i>
he thought were chasing him to gore him. He climbed too high, a branch
broke, and he fell and was killed. I'll take it up with the court when I
get back to Walden. No reason to lock you up any more, you know. You
might even sell the Power Board on using your receptor, now!"</p>

<p>"Thanks," said Hoddan politely. He added, "Don Loris has that Derec and
a cop from Walden here now. Tell them that and they may go home."</p>

<p>He accompanied the Lady Fani to the battlements. The stars were very
bright. They strolled. Remembering his Darthians, he felt very
unpopular.</p>

<p>"What was that the Ambassador told you?" she asked.</p>

<p>He explained without zest. He added morbidly that it didn't matter. He
could go back to Walden now, and if the Ambassador was right he could
even accomplish things in electronics there. But he wasn't interested.
It was odd that he'd once thought such things would make him happy.</p>

<p>"I thought," said the Lady Fani, in gentle melancholy, "that I would be
happier with you dead. You had made me very angry. No, no matter how!
But I found it was not so."</p>

<p>Hoddan fumbled for her meaning. It wasn't quite an apology for trying to
get him killed. But at least it was a disclaimer of future intentions in
that direction.</p>

<p>"And speaking of happiness," she added in a different tone, "this
Nedda...." He shuddered, and she said: "I talked to her. So then I sent
for Ghek. We're on perfectly good terms again, you know. I introduced
him to Nedda. She was vanilla ice cream with meringue and maple syrup on
it. He loved it! She gazed at him with pretty sadness and told him how
terrible it was of him to kidnap me. He said humbly that he'd never had
her ennobling influence nor dreamed that she existed. And she loved
that! They go together like strawberries and cream! I had to leave, or
stop being a lady. I think I made a match."</p>

<p>Then she said tranquilly:</p>

<p>"But seriously, you ought to be perfectly happy. You've everything you
ever said you wanted, except a delightful girl to marry."</p>

<p>Hoddan squirmed.</p>

<p>"We're old friends," said Fani kindly, "and you did me a great favor
once. I'll return it. I'll round up some really delightful girls for you
to look over."</p>

<p>"I'm leaving," said Hoddan, alarmed.</p>

<p>"The only thing is&mdash; I don't know what type you like. Nedda isn't it."</p>

<p>Hoddan shuddered.</p>

<p>"Nor I," said Fani. "What type would you say I was?"</p>

<p>"Delightful," said Hoddan hoarsely.</p>

<p>The Lady Fani stopped and looked up at him. She said approvingly:</p>

<p>"I hoped that word would occur to you one day. Er ... what does a man
usually do when he discovers a girl is delightful?"</p>

<p>Hoddan thought it over. He started. He put his arms around her with
singularly little skill. He kissed her, at first as if amazed at
himself, and then with enthusiasm.</p>

<p>There were scraping sounds on the stone nearby. Footsteps. Don Loris
appeared, gazing uncertainly about.</p>

<p>"Fani!" he said plaintively. "Hoddan? Our guests are going to the
spaceships. I want to speak privately to Hoddan."</p>

<p>"Yes?" said Hoddan. Don Loris peered blindly about. He kissed Fani
again.</p>

<p>"I've been thinking," said Don Loris fretfully. "I've made some
mistakes, my dear boy, and I've given you excellent reason to dislike
me, but at bottom I've always thought a great deal of you.
And ... ah ... there seems to be only one way in which I can properly
express how much I admire you. Ah&mdash; How would you like to marry my
daughter?"</p>

<p>Hoddan looked down at Fani. She did not try to move away.</p>

<p>"What do you think of the idea, Fani?" he asked. "How about marrying me
tomorrow morning?"</p>

<p>"Of course not!" said Fani indignantly. "I wouldn't think of such a
thing! I couldn't possibly get married before tomorrow afternoon!"</p>

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