N-Space Part 52
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"I should think you b.l.o.o.d.y would! Can they still breed with human beings?" Rumor had it that some of the Sauron genes had been borrowed from animals.
"We won't find out from Brenda. She' shad a child, though. It probably died at the farm. She won't talk about that either."
"Lord. How did she get away?"
"One went off by himself. Maybe they fought over Brenda. The other one stayed. One day a Weem's beast came out of the water and attacked them in the rice paddy. It clawed her; that's how she got the head wound. When she got the blood out of her eyes the Sauron was dead and so was the Weem's beast. So she started walking. She had to live for two weeks in the swamps, with that wound. h.e.l.l of a woman."
"Yeah. You're telling me there's a Sauron loose on Tanith."
"Yup. They're hunting for him. She took the Marines to the farm, and they found the escape pod and the corpse. I've been doing the autopsy. You can see where they got the traits-"
"Animal?"
"No, that's just a rumor. It's all human, but the way it's put together think of Frankenstein's monster. A bit here, a bit there, the shape changes a little. Maybe add an extra Y gene to turn it mean. I'm guessing there. The high-power microscope's down."
"The other one?"
"Could be anywhere. He's had almost a month."
"Not likely he'd stick around. Okay, I'll take a big gun. Anything else I should know?"
"I don't know how she'll react. Terry, I'll give you a trank spray. Put her out if she gets hysterical and get her back here fast. Other than that watch her. See if you think she can live on that farm. Bad memories there. I think she should sell the place."
2656, JUNE (TANITH LOCAL TIME).
Dinner expeditions formed and went off in three directions. The cl.u.s.ter that took Terry along still crowded the restaurant. A blackboard offered a single meal of several courses, Spartan cooking strangely mutated by local ingredients.
The time change caught up with him as desserts arrived. "I'm running out of steam," he told Maria Montez.
"Okay." She led him out and waved at a taxi. The gray-haired driver recognized him for what he was. She kept him talking all the way to Maria's apartment house. She wasn't interested in planets; it was the s.p.a.ce between that held her imagination.
On the doorstep Maria carefully explained that Terry couldn't possibly presume on an acquaintances.h.i.+p of one afternoon (though he hadn't asked yet). She kissed him quickly and went inside.
Terry started down the steps, grinning. Customs differ. Now where the h.e.l.l was he, and where was a taxi likely to be hiding?
So Brenda was alive and doing well. Friend of the Mayor. Running an orphanage. Four children. Well, well.
Maria came out running. "I forgot, you don't have a place to stay! Terry, you can come in and sleep on the couch if you promise to behave yourself."
"I can't really do that, Maria, but if you'll call me a taxi?"
She was affronted. "Why not?"
He went back up the steps. "I haven't set foot on a world for four months. I haven't held a woman in my anns in longer than that. Now, we heroes have infinite self-control-"
"But-"
"I could probably leave you alone all night. But I wouldn't sleep and I'd wake up depressed and frustrated. So what I want is a hotel."
She thought it over. "Come in. Have some coffee."
"Were you listening?"
"Come in."
They entered. The place was low-tech but roomy. He asked, "Was I supposed to lie?"
"It's not a lie, exactly. It just, just leaves things open. Like I could be telling you we could have some coffee and then get you a taxi, and we could wind up sniffing some borloi, and . . . . . . You could be persuasive?" You could be persuasive?"
"Nuliajuks lie. It's called tact. My mother made sure I knew how to keep a promise. She wasn't just a Libertarian. She was a Randist."
Maria smiled at him, much amused. "Four months, hey? But you should learn to play the game, Terry."
He shook his head. "There's a different game on every world, almost in every city. I can't sniff borloi with you either. I tried it once. That stuff could hook me fast. I just have to depend on charisma."
She had found a small bottle. "Take a couple of these. Vitamins, hangover formula. Take lots of water. Does wonders for the charisma."
Maria made scrambled eggs with sausage and fungus, wrapped in chili leaves. It woke him up fast and made him forget his hangover. He'd been looking forward to Tanith cooking.
There were calls registered on his pocket computer. He used Maria's phone. n.o.body answered at Polar Datafile or Other Worlds. When he looked at his watch it was just seven o'clock.
No wonder Maria was yawning. She'd woken when he did, and that must have been about six. "Hey, I'm sorry. It's the time change."
"No sweat, Terry. I'll sleep after you leave. Want to go back to bed?" He tried again later. Polar Datafile wanted him tomorrow, five o'clock news. An interviewer for Other Worlds wanted all three astronauts for two days, maybe more. Good payment, half in gold, for exclusive rights. How exclusive? he asked. She rea.s.sured him: radio and TV spots would be considered as publicity. What she wanted was depth, and no other vidtapes competing. He set it up.
He called Information. "I need to rent a plane."
Maria watched him with big dark eyes. "Brenda Curtis?"
"Right." The number answered, and he dealt with it. A hoverplane would pick him up at the door. He was expected to return the pilot to the airport and then go about his business. How far did he expect to fly? About forty miles round trip.
Maria asked, "Were you in love with her?"
"For about two months."
"Are you going to tell her about us?"
That might put both women in danger. "No. In fact, I'm going to get a hotel room-"
"d.a.m.n your eyes, Terry Kak.u.mee!"
"I'll be back tonight, Maria. I've got my reasons. No, I can't tell you what they are."
"All right. Are they honest?"
"I . . . . . . Dammit. They're right on the edge." Dammit. They're right on the edge."
She studied his face. "Can you tell me after it's over?" No." Either way, he wouldn't be able to do that.
"Okay. Come back tonight." She wasn't happy. He didn't blame her.
The land had more color than he remembered. Fields of strange flowers bloomed in the swampland. Huge dark purple petals crowned plants the size of trees. A field of sunlovers, silver ahead of him, turned green in his rear-view camera.
Farms were spa.r.s.e pale patches in all that color. In the wake of the Battle of Tanith they had had a scruffy look. They were neater now, with more rice and fewer orange plots of borloi. The outworld market for the drug had disintegrated, of course.
He should be getting close. He took the plane higher. Farms all looked alike, but the crater wouldn't have disappeared.
It was there, several miles south, a perfect circle of lake . .
26409, JANUARY (TANITH LOCAL TIME).
A perfect circle of lake surrounded by blasted trees lying radially outward. "A big s.h.i.+p made a big bang when it fell," Brenda said. She was wearing dark gla.s.ses, slacks and a chamois s.h.i.+rt. Her diction was as precise as she could make it, but he still had to listen hard. A Tanith farm girl's accent probably slurred it further. "We were on the roof. We wanted to watch the battle."
"Sauron or Empire s.h.i.+p?"
"We never knew. It was only a light. Bright enough to fry the eyeb.a.l.l.s. It gave us enough warning. We threw ourselves flat. We would have been blown off the roof."
They turned east. Presently he asked, "Is that your farm?"
"No. There, beyond."
Four miles east of the fresh crater, a wide stretch of rice paddies. The other farm was miles closer. The Saurons must have gone around it. Why?
They'd pa.s.sed other farms. Here the paddies seemed to be going back to the wild. The house nestled on a rise of ground. The roof was flat, furnished with tables and chairs and a swimming pool in the shape of a blobby eagle. The walls sloped inward.
"You don't like windows?"
"No. It rains. When it doesn't, we work outside. On a good day we all went up on the roof."
The door showed signs of damage. It might have been blasted from its hinges, then rehung.
Lights came on as they entered. Terry trailed Brenda as she moved through the house.
Pantry shelves were in neat array, but depleted. The fridge was empty. The freezer was working, but it stank. He told her, "There've been power failures. You'll have to throw all this out." She sniffed; half her face wrinkled.
He found few obvious signs of damage. Missing furniture had left its marks on the living room floor, and the walls had been freshly painted.
There were muddy footprints everywhere. "The Marines did that," Brenda said.
"Did they find anything?"
"Not here. Not even dried blood. Horatius made me clean up. They found the escape pod three miles away."
Beds in the master bedroom were neatly made. Brenda turned on the TV wall and got Dagon City's single station, and a picture of Boat #1 floating gracefully toward the landing field. "This works too."
Terry shook his head. "What did these Saurons look like?"
"Randus was bizarre. Horatius was more human-"
"It looks like he was ready to stay here. To pa.s.s himself off as a man, an ordinary farmer."
She paused. "He could have done that. It may be why he left. We never saw a Sauron on Tanith. He was muscular. His bones were heavy. He looked . . . . . . Round shoulders. His eyes had an epicanthic fold, and the pupils were black, jet black." Pause. "He made s.e.x like an attack." Round shoulders. His eyes had an epicanthic fold, and the pupils were black, jet black." Pause. "He made s.e.x like an attack."
The smiling faces of Firebee's Firebee's crew flashed and died. The lights died too. Terry said, "Foo." crew flashed and died. The lights died too. Terry said, "Foo."
"Never mind." Brenda took his arm and led him two steps backward through the dark. The bed touched his knees and he sat.
"What did Randus look like?"
"A monster. I hated Horatius, but I wanted him to protect me from Randus."
Could he pa.s.s as a farmer? He'd have to hide Randus the monster and Brenda the prisoner, or kill them. But he hadn't. Honor among Saurons? he pa.s.s as a farmer? He'd have to hide Randus the monster and Brenda the prisoner, or kill them. But he hadn't. Honor among Saurons?
Or . . . . . . leave the monster to guard his woman. Find or carve a safe house. Come back later, see if it worked. The risk would not be to Horatius. So. "Did Horatius think you were pregnant?" leave the monster to guard his woman. Find or carve a safe house. Come back later, see if it worked. The risk would not be to Horatius. So. "Did Horatius think you were pregnant?"
"Maybe. Terry, I would like to take the taste of Horatius out of my mind."
"Time will do that."
"s.e.x will do that."
He tried to look at her. He saw nothing. They were sitting on a water bed in darkness like a womb.
"I haven't been with a woman in over a year. Brenda, are you sure you're ready for this?" He hadn't thought to ask Lex about this! this!
She pulled him to his feet, hands on his upper arms. Strong! "You're a good man, Terry. I've watched you. I couldn't do better. Do you maybe think I'm too tall for you?" She pulled him against her, and his cheek was against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "You can't do this with a short woman."
"Not standing up." His arms went around her, but how could he help that?
"Is it my face? We're in the dark." He could hear her amus.e.m.e.nt.
"Brenda, I'm not exactly fighting. It's just, I still think of you as a patient."
"So be patient."
She didn't need his patience. She had none herself. He'd expected the aftereffects of the head wound to make her clumsy. She was, a little. She came on as if she would swallow him up and go looking for dessert. He was appalled, then delighted, then . . . . . . exhausted, but she wouldn't let him go exhausted, but she wouldn't let him go . .
N-Space Part 52
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