Space Viking Part 11

"The Duke of Wardshaven, and the others who invested in the original Tanith adventure will put it up. It's the only way they can recover what they lost on the _Enterprise_."

"But then, this Duke of Wardshaven will be running it, not us,"

Valkanhayn objected.

"The Duke of Wardshaven," Harkaman reminded him, "is on Gram. We are here on Tanith. There are three thousand light-years between."

That seemed a satisfactory answer. Spa.s.so, however, wanted to know who would run things here on Tanith.

"We'll have to hold a meeting of all three crews," he began.

"We will do nothing of the kind," Trask told him. "I will be running things here on Tanith. You people may allow your orders to be debated and voted on, but I don't. You will inform your respective crews to that effect. Any orders you give them in my name will be obeyed without argument."

"I don't know how the men'll take that," Valkanhayn said.

"I know how they'll take it if they're smart," Harkaman told him.

"And I know what'll happen if they aren't. I know how you've been running your s.h.i.+ps, or how your s.h.i.+ps' crews have been running you.

Well, we don't do it that way. Lucas Trask is owner, and I'm captain. I obey his orders on what's to be done, and everybody else obeys mine on how to do it."

Spa.s.so looked at Valkanhayn, then shrugged. "That's how the man wants it, Boake. You want to give him an argument? I don't."

"The first order," Trask said, "is that these people you have working here are to be paid. They are not to be beaten by these plug-uglies you have guarding them. If any of them want to leave, they may do so; they will be given presents and furnished transportation home. Those who wish to stay will be issued rations, furnished with clothing and bedding and so on as they need it, and paid wages. We'll work out some kind of a pay-token system and set up a commissary where they can buy things."

Disks of plastic or t.i.tanium or something, stamped and uncounterfeitable. Get Alvyn Karffard to see about that. Organize work-gangs, and promote the best and most intelligent to foremen.

And those guards could be taken in hand by some ground-fighter sergeant and given Sword-World weapons and tactical training; use them to train others; they'd need a sepoy army of some sort. Even the best of good will is no subst.i.tute for armed force, conspicuously displayed and unhesitatingly used when necessary.

"And there'll be no more of this raiding villages for food or anything else. We will pay for anything we get from any of the locals."

"We'll have trouble about that," Valkanhayn predicted. "Our men think anything a local has belongs to anybody who can take it."

"So do I," Harkaman said. "On a planet I'm raiding. This is our planet, and our locals. We don't raid our own planet or our own people. You'll just have to teach them that."

X

It took Valkanhayn and Spa.s.so more time and argument to convince their crews than Trask thought necessary. Harkaman seemed satisfied, and so was Baron Rathmore, the Wardshaven politician.

"It's like talking a lot of uncommitted small landholders into taking somebody's livery-and-maintenance," the latter said. "You can't use too much pressure; make them think it's their own idea."

There were meetings of both crews, with heated arguments; Baron Rathmore made frequent speeches, while Lord Trask of Tanith and Admiral Harkaman--the t.i.tles were Rathmore's suggestion--remained loftily aloof. On both s.h.i.+ps, everybody owned everything in common, which meant that n.o.body owned anything. They had taken over Tanith on the same basis of diffused owners.h.i.+p, and n.o.body in either crew was quite stupid enough to think that they could do anything with the planet by themselves. By joining the _Nemesis_, it appeared that they were getting something for nothing. In the end, they voted to place themselves under the authority of Lord Trask and Admiral Harkaman. After all, Tanith would be a feudal lords.h.i.+p, and the three s.h.i.+ps together a fleet.

Admiral Harkaman's first act of authority was to order a general inspection of fleet units. He wasn't shocked by the condition of the two s.h.i.+ps, but that was only because he had expected much worse. They were s.p.a.ceworthy; after all, they had gotten here from Hoth under their own power. They were only combat-worthy if the combat weren't too severe. His original estimate that the _Nemesis_ could have knocked both of them to pieces was, if anything, over-conservative.

The engines were only in fair shape, and the armament was bad.

"We aren't going to spend our time sitting here on Tanith," he told the two captains. "This planet is a raiding base, and 'raiding' is the operative word. And we are not going to raid easy planets. A planet that can be raided with impunity isn't worth the time it takes getting to it. We are going to have to fight on every planet we hit, and I am not going to jeopardize the lives of the men under me, which includes your crews as well as mine, because of under-powered and under-armed s.h.i.+ps."

Spa.s.so tried to argue. "We've been getting along."

Harkaman cursed. "Yes. I know how you've been getting along; chicken-stealing on planets like Set and Xipototec and Melkarth. Not making enough to cover maintenance expenses; that's why your s.h.i.+p's in the shape she is. Well, those days are over. Both s.h.i.+ps ought to have a full overhaul, but we'll have to skip that till we have a s.h.i.+pyard of our own. But I will insist, at least, that your guns and launchers are in order. And your detection equipment; you didn't get a fix on the _Nemesis_ till we were less than twenty thousand miles off-planet."

"We had better get the _Lamia_ in condition first," Trask said. "We can put her on off-planet watch, instead of that pair of pinnaces."

Work on the _Lamia_ started the next day, and considerable friction-heat was generated between her officers and the engineers sent over from the _Nemesis_. Baron Rathmore went aboard, and came back laughing.

"You know how that s.h.i.+p's run?" he asked. "There's a sort of soviet of officers; chief engineer, exec, guns-and-missiles, astrogator and so on. Spa.s.so's just an animated ventriloquist's dummy. I talked to all of them. None of them can pin me down to anything, but they think we're going to heave Spa.s.so out of command and appoint one of them, and each one thinks he'll be it. I don't know how long that'll last, it's a string-and-tape job like the one we're having to do on the s.h.i.+p. It'll hold till we get something better."

"We'll have to get rid of Spa.s.so," Harkaman agreed. "I think we'll put one of our own people in his place. Valkanhayn can stay in command of the _s.p.a.ce Scourge_; he's a s.p.a.ceman. But Spa.s.so's no good for anything."

The local problem was complicated, too. The locals spoke Lingua Terra of a sort, like every descendant of the race that had gone out from the Sol system in the Third Century, but it was a barely comprehensible sort. On civilized planets, the language had been frozen unalterably in microbooks and voice tapes. But microbooks can only be read and sound tapes heard with the aid of electricity, and Tanith had lost that long ago.

Most of the people Spa.s.so and Valkanhayn had kidnaped and enslaved came from villages within a radius of five hundred miles. About half of them wanted to be repatriated; they were given gifts of knives, tools, blankets, and bits of metal which seemed to be the chief standard of value and medium of exchange, and s.h.i.+pped home. Finding their proper villages was not easy. At each such village, the news was spread that the s.p.a.ce Vikings would hereafter pay for what they received.

The _Lamia_ was overhauled as rapidly as possible. She was still far from being a good s.h.i.+p, but she was much closer to being one than before. She was fitted with the best detection equipment that could be a.s.sembled, and put on orbit; Alvyn Karffard took command of her, with some of Spa.s.so's officers, some of Valkanhayn's, and a few from the _Nemesis_. Harkaman was intending to use her for retraining of all the _Lamia_ and _s.p.a.ce Scourge_ officers, and rotated them back and forth.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

The labor guards, a score in number, were relieved of their duties, issued Sword-World firearms, and given intensive training. The trade tokens, stamps of colored plastic, were introduced, and a store was set up where they could be exchanged for Sword-World items. After a while, it dawned on the locals that the tokens could also be used for trading among themselves; money seemed to have been one of the adjuncts of civilization that had been lost along Tanith's downward path. A few of them were able to use contragravity hand-lifters and hand-towed lifter-skids; several were even learning to operate things like bulldozers, at least to the extent of knowing which lever or b.u.t.ton did what. Give them a little time, Trask thought, watching a gang at work down on the s.p.a.ceport floor. It won't be many years before half of them will be piloting aircars.

As soon as the _Lamia_ was on orbital watch, the _s.p.a.ce Scourge_ was set down at the s.p.a.ceport and work started on her. It was decided that Valkanhayn would take her to Gram; enough _Nemesis_ people would go along to insure good faith on his part, and to talk to Duke Angus and the Tanith investors. Baron Rathmore, and Paytrik Morland, and several other Wardshaven gentlemen-adventurers for the latter function; Alvyn Karffard to act as Valkanhayn's exec, with private orders to supersede him in command if necessary, and Guatt Kirbey to do the astrogating.

"We'll have to take the _Nemesis_ and the _s.p.a.ce Scourge_ out, first, and make a big raid," Harkaman said. "We can't send the _s.p.a.ce Scourge_ back to Gram empty. When Baron Rathmore and Lord Valpry and the rest of them talk to Duke Angus and the Tanith investors, they'll have to have a lot more than some travel films of Tanith. They'll have to be able to show that Tanith is producing.

We ought to have a little money of our own to invest, too."

"But, Otto; both s.h.i.+ps?" That worried Trask. "Suppose Dunnan comes and finds n.o.body here but Spa.s.so and the _Lamia_?"

"Chance we'll have to take. Personally, I think we have a year to a year and a half before Dunnan shows up here. I know, we were fooled trying to guess what he'd do before. But the sort of raid I have in mind, we'll need two s.h.i.+ps, and in any case, I don't want to leave both those s.h.i.+ps here while we're gone, even if you do."

"When it comes to that, I don't think I do, either. But we can't trust Spa.s.so here alone, can we?"

"We'll leave enough of our people to make sure. We'll leave Alvyn--that'll mean a lot of work for me that he'd otherwise do, on the s.h.i.+p. And Baron Rathmore, and young Valpry, and the men who've been training our sepoys. We can shuffle things around and leave some of Valkanhayn's men in place of some of Spa.s.so's. We might even talk Spa.s.so into going along. That'll mean having to endure him at our table, but it would be wise."

"Have you picked a place to raid?"

"Three of them. First, Khepera. That's only thirty light-years from here. That won't amount to much; just chicken-stealing. It'll give our green hands some relatively safe combat-training, and it'll give us some idea of how Spa.s.so's and Valkanhayn's people behave, and give them confidence for the next job."

"And then?"

"Amaterasu. My information about Amaterasu is about twenty years old. A lot of things can happen in twenty years. All I know of it--I was never there myself--is it's fairly civilized--about like Terra just before the beginning of the Atomic Era. No nuclear energy, they lost that, and of course nothing beyond it, but they have hydroelectric and solarelectric power, and nonnuclear jet aircraft, and some very good chemical-explosive weapons, which they use very freely on each other.

It was last known to have been raided by a s.h.i.+p from Excalibur twenty years ago."

"That sounds promising. And the third planet?"

"Beowulf. We won't take enough damage on Amaterasu to make any difference there, but if we saved Amaterasu for last, we might be needing too many repairs."