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"You tell us," Lukas said.
My head-I turned it a little on the pillow. That sickening wave of a.s.saulting blackness mixed with pain ebbed.
"Maelen-she was gone. I tried to find her by mind-seek. Then-something hit-inside my head." It was as hard now to describe the nature of that attack as it was to remember how I had come earlier to land the flitter.
"It agrees," Lukas nodded. But what agreed with what, no one explained to me. Until he continued, "Esper force stepped up to that degree can register as energy." He shook his head. "I would have said it was impossible, except on one world or another the impossible is often proved true."
"Esper," I repeated. My head ached now, with a degree of pain which made me rather sick. Maelen, what about her? But perhaps to try mind-seek again would bring another such attack, and that dread was realized as Lukas continued: "Keep away from the use of that, Krip. At least until we know more of what is happening. You had such a dose of energy that you were nearly knocked out."
"Maelen-she's gone!"
He did not quite meet my eyes then. I thought I could guess what he was thinking.
"She wasn't responsible! I know her sending-"
"Then who did?" Harkon demanded "You stated from the start that she is highly telepathic. Well, this is being done by a telepath of unusual talent and perhaps training. And I would like to know who landed us here-since we cannot remember! Were we taken over by your animal?"
"No!" I struggled to sit up, and then doubled over, fighting the nausea and feeling of disorientation that movement caused. Lukas put something quickly to my mouth and I sucked at a tube, swallowing cool liquid which allayed the sickness.
"It was not not Maelen!" I got out when I finished that potion. "You cannot mistake a mind sending-it is as individual as a voice, a face. This-this was alien." Now that I had had a few moments in which to think about it, I knew that was true. Maelen!" I got out when I finished that potion. "You cannot mistake a mind sending-it is as individual as a voice, a face. This-this was alien." Now that I had had a few moments in which to think about it, I knew that was true.
"Also"-Lukas turned to Lidj- "tell them what registered on our receivers here."
"We have a recording," the cargomaster began. "This esper attack began some time ago-and you were not here then. It broke in intensity about a half hour since-dropped far down the scale, though it still registers. Just as if some transmission of energy had been brought to a peak and then partly shut off. While it was on at the top range none of us can remember anything. We must have awakened, if you can term it that, at the moment it dropped. But the residue remaining is apparently enough to knock out anyone trying esper communication, as Krip proved. So if it was not Maelen-"
"But where is she now?" I swallowed experimentally as I raised my head, and discovered I felt better. "I was alone in the flitter when I awoke-and no one can find a trail through that sand out there."
"It may be that she has gone to hunt the source of what hit us. She is a far greater esper than any of our breed," Lidj suggested.
I pulled myself up, pus.h.i.+ng away Lukas's hand when he put it out to deter me. "Or else she was drawn unwillingly. She felt something back there in that valley where we found the flitter, she begged me to get her away. She-she may have been caught by whatever is there!"
"It is not going to help her to go charging out without any idea of what you may be up against." Lidj's good sense might not appeal to me then, but since he, Lukas, and Harkon made a barrier at the door of the sick bay I was sure I was not going to get past them at present.
"If you think I am going to stay safe in here while-" I began. Lidj shook his head.
"I am only saying that we have to know more about the enemy before we go into battle. We have had enough warning to be sure that this is something we have never faced before. And what good will it do Maelen, Sharvan, or Hunold if we too are captured before we can aid them?"
"What are are you doing?" I demanded. you doing?" I demanded.
"We have a fix on the source of the broadcast, or whatever it is. On top of the cliff to the east-northeast. But in the middle of the night we aren't going to get far climbing around these rocks hunting for it. I can tell you this much-it registers with too regular a pattern to be a human mind-send. If it is an installation, which we can believe, working on a telepath's level-then there should be someone in charge of it. Someone who probably knows this country a lot better than we do. But we have our range finder out now-"
"And something else," Harkon cut in crisply. "I loosed a snooper, set on the recording pattern, as soon as Lidj reported this. That will broadcast back a pick-up picture when it locates anything which is not just rock and brush."
"So-" Lidj spoke again. "Now we shall adjourn to the control cabin and see what the snooper can tell us."
The Patrol are noted for their use of sophisticated equipment. They have refinements which are far ahead of those on Free Trader s.h.i.+ps. I had heard of snoopers, though I had never seen one in action before.
There was a flutter on the surface of the small screen set over the visa-plate of the Lydis Lydis-a rippling of lines. But that continued without change and my impatience grew. All that Lidj had said was unfortunately true. If I could not use mind-seek without provoking such instant retaliation as before, I had little chance of finding Maelen in that broken country, especially at night.
"Something coming in!" Harkon's voice broke through my dark imaginings.
Those fluttering lines on the screen were overlaid with a pattern. As we watched, the faint image sharpened into a definite scene. We looked into a dark s.p.a.ce where an arching of rocks made a niche. And the niche was occupied. It was the face of the man or being who stood there which riveted my attention first. Human-or was he? His eyes were closed as if he slept-or concentrated. Then the whole of the scene registered. He was not in the open, but rather enclosed in a box which, except for the s.p.a.ce before his face, was opaque. That box had been wedged upright, so he faced outward.
At his feet was a smaller box. But this was broken, badly battered, wires and jagged bits of metal showing through cracks in it.
Harkon spoke first. "I think we can see why the broadcast suddenly failed. That thing in front is an alpha-ten amplifier, or was before someone gave it a good bas.h.i.+ng. It's meant to project and heighten com relays. But I never heard of it being used to amplify telepathic sends before."
"That man," Lidj said as if he could not quite believe what he saw. "Then he is a telepath and his mind-send was so amplified."
"A telepath to a degree hitherto unknown, I would say/' Lukas replied. "There's something else-he may be humanoid, but he's not of Terran stock. Unless of a highly mutated strain."
"How do you know?" Harkon asked for all of us.
"Because he's plainly in sta.s.s-freeze. And in that state you don't broadcast; you are not even alive, as we reckon life."
He glanced at us as if he now expected some outburst of denial. But I, for one, knew Lukas was never given to wild and unfounded statements. If he thought that closed-eyed stranger was in sta.s.s-freeze, I would accept his diagnosis.
Harkon shook his head slowly. Not as if he were prepared to argue with Lukas, but as if he could not honestly accept what he was seeing.
"Well, if he is in sta.s.s-freeze, at least he's tight in that box. He did not get there on his own. Somebody put him there."
"How about the snooper-can it pick up any back trail from that?" Lidj gestured to the screen. "Show us who installed the esper and the amplifier?"
"We can see what a general life-force setting will do." Harkon studied the dial of his wrist com, made a delicate adjustment to it. The screen lost the picture with a flash and the fluttering returned.
"It isn't coming back," Harkon reported, "so the life-force search must be at work. But as to what it will pick up-"
"Getting something!" Korde leaned forward, half cutting off my view of the screen, so I pulled him back a little.
He was right. Once more there was a scene on the screen. We were looking into a much brighter section of countryside.
"The cache-they're looting the cache!" But we did not need that exclamation from Lidj.
There were excavation robos busy there. And they had broken through the plug we had thought the perfect protection. Three-no, four-men stood a little to one side watching the work. Two were armed with blasters, one had a robo control board. But the fourth, man- I saw Lidj hunch farther toward the screen.
"I-don't-believe-it!" His denial was one we could have voiced as a chorus.
I knew Griss Sharvan; I had shared planet leave with him. He had been with me on Yiktor when first I had seen Maelen. It was utterly incredible that he should be standing there calmly watching the looting of our cargo. He was a Free Trader, born and bred to that life-and among us there were no traitors!
"He can only be mind-washed!" Lidj produced the one explanation we could accept. "If an esper of the power Krip met got at him, it's no wonder they could find the cache. They could pick its hiding place right out of his brain! And they must have Hunold, too. But what are they-jacks?" He asked that of Harkon, depending upon the authority of one who should know his lawbreakers to give him an answer.
"Jacks-with such equipment? They don't make such elaborate efforts in their operations. I would think more likely a Guild job-"
"Thieves' Guild here?"
Lidj had a good right to his surprise. The Thieves' Guild was powerful, as everyone knew. But they did not operate on the far rim of the galaxy. Theirs was not the speculation of possible gains from raiding on frontier planets. Those small pickings were left to the jacks. The Guild planned bigger deals based on inner planets where wealth gathered, drawn in from those speculative ventures on the worlds the jacks plundered. If jacks had dealings with the Guild it was only when they fenced their take with the more powerful criminals. But they were very small operators compared with the members of that spider web which was, on some worlds, more powerful than the law. The Guild literally owned planets.
"Guild, or perhaps Guild-subsidized." Harkon held to his point stubbornly.
Which made our own position even more precarious, though it would also account for the sabotage and the elaborate plan which seemed to have been set up to enmesh the Lydis Lydis, both in s.p.a.ce and here. The Guild had resources which even the Patrol could not guess. They were rumored to be ready to buy up, or acquire by other, more brutal means, new discoveries and inventions, so that they might keep ahead of their opponents. The boxed esper with the amplifier-yes, that could well be a Guild weapon. And the mining robos we saw at work here- I thought at once of that cat mask on the cliff, of Maelen's a.s.surance that other finds existed. Suppose some enterprising jack outfit, ambitious and far-seeing, had made the discovery that Sekhmet had such finds. With such a secret as their portion of the partners.h.i.+p, they could get Guild backing. At least to the extent of modern excavation equipment, plus such devices as the esper linkage for protection.
Then one of their men on Thoth could have picked up the news of our cargo. And they might have prepared to gather that in as a bonus. The Throne of Qur would be worth any effort. I could not help but believe that was the answer.
But what other devices could they have? That which sabotaged the Lydis Lydis we still do not understand. And the esper was something entirely new. Nor were the Free Traders backward in hearing about such things. we still do not understand. And the esper was something entirely new. Nor were the Free Traders backward in hearing about such things.
"Look out!"
I was startled out of my thoughts by Harkon's cry. We could still see the scene of the cargo cache. The robos had started to bring out what we had stored there. But it was not that action which the Patrol pilot had noted.
One of the guards had turned about, was pointing his blaster directly at our screen. A moment later that went black.
"Took out the snooper," Harkon commented.
"Now they know-first, that their esper is no longer controlling us; second, that we have learned of their activities in turn," Lidj said. "Do we now expect an attack in force?"
"What arms do you carry?" Harkon asked.
"No more than are allowed. We can break our seal on the ordnance compartment and get the rest of the blasters. That's the extent of it. A Trader depends on evasive action in s.p.a.ce. And the Lydis Lydis does not set down on worlds where the weapons are much more sophisticated than on Thoth. We haven't broken that seal in years." does not set down on worlds where the weapons are much more sophisticated than on Thoth. We haven't broken that seal in years."
"And we don't know what they have-could be anything," Harkon commented. "I wonder who took out that amplifier. Might that man of yours be operating on his own-the one you did not see?"
But I was as certain as if I had witnessed the act. "Maelen did that."
"An animal-even a telepathic one-" Harkon began.
I eyed him coldly. "Maelen is not an animal. She is a Tha.s.sa, a Moon Singer of Yiktor." The odds were that he had not the slightest idea of what that meant, so I enlarged on that statement. "She is an alien, wearing animal form only for a time. It is a custom among her people." I was determined not to go farther into that. "She would be perfectly capable of tracing the esper interference and knocking out the amplifier."
But where was she now? Had she gone on to the cache to see what was happening there? I did not know how the jack guard had picked the snooper off so accurately. They were programmed to evade attack. He could have been just as quick to dispose of Maelen, had he_sighted her. They had probably been planeted on Sekhmet long enough to know most of the native wildlife, so they would have recognized her even in animal form as something from off-world, and been suspicious. I could imagine plainly the whole sequence of such a discovery.
If only I dared mind-search! But even though the amplifier was not of use, I knew I could once more bring upon myself that force I had experienced earlier. Until the sta.s.s frozen man-or thing-was rendered harmless (if he could be) I had no hope of tracking Maelen except by sight alone. And in the dark of night that was impossible.
"We can just sit it out," Korde was saying when I again paid attention. "Your s.h.i.+p"-he nodded to Harkon-"will be back soon with Foss. We have power enough to warn them once they come into braking orbit."
But Lidj was shaking his head. "Not good enough.
The jacks must have been watching us all along, even if we could not detect them-they certainly possess a protective field which blanks out even esper when they want, or Maelen would have picked them up earlier. So they know about us and that we are waiting for help. They could move fast now-pack up and be off-world before we get reinforcements. After all, their base may be half this continent away, hidden anywhere. We've got to keep on their tails if we can. But it won't do any good to try another snooper. They will be watching for that now."
"We haven't one anyway," Harkon commented dryly. "For the rest, I would say you are right. There is also this-if we stay in or around your s.h.i.+p, they may be able to pin us down, blank out an com warning, hold us just as tightly as they did before. I say, leave the s.h.i.+p with a guard and a locked-up boarding ramp. The rest of us will take to the country. It is rough enough to hide an army. We'll work our way northeast, starting at the cache, and see if we can at least locate the general direction of their base. They won't be able to transport all they are pulling out of there without making a number of trips. Also-that esper is still up there. If we find him before they come to see what is wrong, we may just be able to shut him off, or do whatever needs to be done to hinder them in using him again. And what about this Maelen of yours-can you contact her, find out where she is?" He spoke directly to me.
"Not as long as that esper is broadcasting. You saw what happened when I tried that before. But I think she is near that cache. It may be that if I get close enough she can perhaps pick me up, though I can't be sure. She is far more powerful than I am."
"Good. That makes you our first choice for the scouting force." He certainly did not wait for volunteers. Not that I would not have been the first of those. But a Free Trader does not take kindly to any a.s.sumption of authority except from his own kind. And it was very apparent that Harkon considered himself without question to be the leader of any sortie we planned.
Lidj might have challenged him, but he did not. He went instead to break the seal on the arms locker. We took out the blasters, inserted fresh charges, slung on ammunition belts. E rations were in packets. And we had our thermo suits as protection against the chill.
In the end Korde and Aljec Lalfarns, a tubeman, stayed with the s.h.i.+p. Harkon's gunners from the fritter removed the charges from those crafts' defense to render them harmless and made ready to join us. It was still dark, though dawn could not now be too far away. We had a short rest and ate our last full s.h.i.+p's meal before we left.
It was decided we would try the more arduous climb up over the cliff, so we could find the esper and take action to insure he would not trouble us again. And climb we did, the blasters on their slings over our shoulders, weighing us back, making the climb more difficult, though the face of the stone was already rough enough. We had had to put aside our mittens in order to find handholds, and the chill of the rock bit deep, so that we must press on as quickly as we could before any numbing of our fingers could bring about disaster. I thought of Maelen's sharp-pointed claws and knew that this road must have been a fairly easy one for her. But her pa.s.sing had left no traces.
We reached the top of the cliff, spread out in a single thin line as Harkon ordered. From this height we could see the lights at the location of the cache. The workers there made no effort to hide their presence. And, having been alerted by the snooper, they could already be preparing a warm welcome.
Our advance had been very short when my wrist com buzzed. "To the right," clicked the signal which brought me in that direction, picking my way more by feel than sight.
Thus we gathered at the niche we had seen from the snooper. The smashed amplifier had not been moved. It was apparent that those who had installed it there either had not arrived to check on it, or had abandoned it. I stepped closer, flinched. For the first time in my life I experienced mind-send not only in my brain, but as an invisible but potent force against my body.
"Don't go directly in front of it!" I said sharply.
At my warning Harkon edged in from one side, I from the other. There was no sign of life on that face. It was humanoid, yet it had an alien cast. I might have been looking at a dead man, in fact I would have said so, had I not felt that strong current of send. The Patrolman stepped back, yielding his place to Lukas. Now the medic put out his unmittened hand and moved his fingers, held an inch or so away from the surface of that case, as if he were smoothing it up and down.
"Sta.s.s-freeze to a high degree," he reported. "Higher than I know of in general use." He unsealed the front of his jacket, drew out a life-force detect, and held that at the level of the sleeper's chest, though we could not see the body through that opaque opening.
In the very dim light radiated by the box I saw the incredulous expression on Lukas's face. With a sharp jerk he brought the detect up level with the head, took a second reading, returned to heart level for another examination. Then he edged back.
"What about it?" Harkon asked. "How deep in sta.s.s is he?"
"Too deep-he's dead!"
"But he can't be!" I stared at the set face of the box's occupant., "The dead don't mind-send!"
"Maybe he doesn't know that!" Lukas gave a queer sound, almost a laugh. Then his voice steadied as he added, "He's not only dead, but so long dead the force reading went clear out of reckoning. Think about that for a moment."
Chapter Nine.
KRIP VORLUND.
I still could not really believe that. A mind-send from a dead man-impossible! And I said so. But Lukas waved his detect and swore that it was working properly, as he proved by trying it on me and pointing to the perfectly normal reading. We had to accept that a dead body, linked to an amplifier, had managed to keep us in thrall until the machine had been smashed; that esper power, strong enough to upset anyone human (I could hope Maelen was beyond its control) who tried to use a like talent in its vicinity, was issuing from a dead man.
But the cache was still being looted. We dared not spend too long a time with this mystery when action was demanded elsewhere. The damaged amplifier was speedily disposed of, but we could not unwedge that box. So we left the strange sleeper there, still broadcasting, as he had-for how long? Though I was sure not from the same site.
The way over the cliffs was much shorter than the ground-level trail. We crept up, following all the precautions of those invading enemy territory, until we could look down at the cache. There the robos had emptied our hiding place. The glittering Throne stood in a blaze of harsh glory amid the boxes and bundles.
A flitter, perhaps double the size of our own, had grounded, was being loaded with the smaller pieces. The three jacks we had seen via snooper were studying the Throne. It was plain to see that that was not going to fit into the flyer, and its transportation must present a problem.
Save for those three there appeared to be no one else below. Sharvan had disappeared. But at the moment my own concern was for Maelen. If she had come here, was she hiding somewhere among these rocks, spying as we were? Dared I try mind-send again?
There was no other way of finding her in this rough terrain. Though one of Sekhmet's cloudy dawns was at hand and visibility was better than it had been when we had begun this trek. I made my choice for mind-seek, ready to withdraw that instantly if I so much as brushed the edge of any deadly broadcast. But this time I met none. So heartened, I fastened upon a mind-picture of Maelen and began my quest in earnest.
But I did not even meet with the betraying signal of a mind-block. She was not on the heights where we lay in hiding. Down in the valley near the cache then? Very cautiously I began to probe below, fearing to trigger some such response as I had before. They might well have a second sleeper at the scene of action as a cover.
I met nothing, and that in itself was kind of a shock. For all three of those I could see conferring about the Throne did not register at all. They were mind-s.h.i.+elded with a complete barrier against any probe. Perhaps because of the fact that they dealt with the sleeper, and only thus could they venture to use him. So there was nothing to be learned from them either. Nor did Maelen's answer come from the valley.
Having made sure of that, I began to extend my search-choosing south, the way from which we had come when we had first discovered this place. And, as my send crept on and on, I picked up the faintest quiver of an answer!
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