The Golden Age Of Science Fiction Vol Iv Part 19
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The three stared at it. Sickened shock settled over them slowly.
Thacher held the rod loosely, calmly, pointing it at Erickson. "We knew you three were on this s.h.i.+p," he said. "There was no doubt of that. But we did not know what had become of the City. My theory was that the City had not been destroyed at all, that something else had happened to it. Council instruments measured a sudden loss of ma.s.s in that area, a decrease equal to the ma.s.s of the City. Somehow the City had been spirited away, not destroyed. But I could not convince the other Council Leiters of it. I had to follow you alone."
Thacher turned a little, nodding to the men sitting at the bar. The men rose at once, coming toward the table.
"A very interesting process you have. Mars will benefit a great deal from it. Perhaps it will even turn the tide in our favor. When we return to Marsport I wish to begin work on it at once. And now, if you will please pa.s.s me the briefcase-"
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DISQUALIFIED.
BY CHARLES L. FONTENAY.
If Saranta wished to qualify as one who loved his fellow man, he should have known that often the most secretive things are the most obvious.
After the morning inspection tour, Tardo, the Solar Council's Planetary Aid agent, and his companion, Peo, were taken to the castle which stood on a hill overlooking the area.
Tardo and Peo were entertained royally at luncheon by Saranta, their host, who appeared to be the wealthy overlord of this portion of the planet. The meal was delicious--tender, inch-thick steaks served with delicate wine sauce and half a dozen of the planet's exotic vegetables, topped off by a cool fruit dessert.
"My recommendation will be of considerable importance to you," said Tardo as they ate. "If it is favorable, there is certain technical aid aboard s.h.i.+p which will be made available to you at once. Of course, you will not receive advanced equipment from the Solar Council until there is a more thorough investigation."
"I'm afraid our culture is too simple and agrarian to win your approval," said Saranta modestly.
"That isn't a major consideration. The Council understands the difficulties that have faced colonies in other star systems. There are certain fundamental requirements, of course: no abnormal religious practices, no slavery ... well, you understand what I mean."
"We really feel that we have done well since we ... our ancestors, that is ... colonized our world a thousand years ago," said Saranta, toying with a winegla.s.s. A smiling servant filled the gla.s.ses of Tardo and Peo. "You see, there was no fuel for the s.h.i.+p to explore other planets in the system, and the s.h.i.+p just rusted away. Since we are some distance from the solar system, yours is the first s.h.i.+p that has landed here since colonization."
"You seem to have been lucky, though," said Peo. He was navigator of the Council s.h.i.+p, and had asked to accompany Tardo on the brief inspection trip. "You could have landed on a barren planet."
"Well, no, the colonizers knew it was liveable, from the first exploration expedition," said Saranta. "There were difficulties, of course. Luxuriant vegetation, but no animal life, so we had no animals to domesticate. Pulling a plow is hard work for a man."
"But you were able to solve this situation in a humanitarian way?" asked Tardo, peering at him keenly. "That is to say, you didn't resort to slavery?"
Saranta smiled and spread his hands slightly.
"Does this look like a slave society to you?" he countered. "The colonists were anxious to co-operate to make the planet liveable. No one objected to work."
"It's true we've seen no slaves, that we know about," said Tardo. "But two days is a short time for inspection. I must draw most of my conclusions from the att.i.tudes of you and the others who are our hosts. How about the servants here?"
"They are paid," answered Saranta, and added ruefully: "There are those of us who think they are paid too well. They have a union, you know."
Tardo laughed.
"A carry-over from Earth, no doubt," he commented. "An unusual one, too, for a culture without technology."
When the meal was over, the two men from the s.h.i.+p were conducted on a tour of the area. It was a neat agricultural community, with broad fields, well-constructed buildings and, a short distance from Saranta's castle-like home, a village in which artisans and craftsmen plied their peaceful trades.
Peo tried to notice what he thought Tardo would look for on such a short inspection. The Council agent, he knew, had had intensive training and many years of experience. It was hard for Peo to judge what factors Tardo would consider significant--probably very minor ones that the average man would not notice, he thought.
Tardo had seemed most intent on the question of slavery, and Peo looked for signs of it. He could see none. The people of the planet had had time to conceal some things, of course. But the people they saw in the village wore a proud air of independence no slave could a.s.sume.
Saranta apologized for their having to walk, explaining that there was no other means of transportation on the planet.
"And, without transportation, you can understand why we have not been able to develop a technology," he added. "We hope transport will be included in the first a.s.sistance you will give us."
Tardo asked about the fields.
"I see there is no one working them," he said. "Is that done by the villagers?"
"Our labor supply is transient," answered Saranta after a moment's hesitation. "The laborers who will work our fields--for a wage, of course--are probably in the next town or the one beyond it now."
Alpha Persei was sinking in the western sky when Tardo and Peo took their leave of Saranta and made their way down the road toward their planetary landing craft.
"It looks like a good world to me," said Peo. "If tomorrow's inspection is as satisfactory, I suppose you will recommend the beginning of technical aid?"
"There will be no inspection tour tomorrow, and I shall recommend against aid at this time," replied Tardo. "I've seen enough."
"Why?" asked Peo, surprised.
"There are two cla.s.ses of people on this planet, and we've seen only one," said Tardo. "Those we have seen are freemen. The others are no better than animals. We give no aid that helps men tighten their hold over their fellows."
"If you haven't seen them, how do you know there is another cla.s.s?" demanded Peo. "There is no evidence of any such situation."
"The evidence is well hidden. But if you think your stomach can take it now, I'll tell you. If you remember your history, colonizing s.h.i.+ps 1000 years ago had no s.p.a.ce to carry animals along. They had to depend on native animal life of the planet, and this planet had none."
"Saranta said that. But I don't see ..."
"Those were delicious steaks, weren't they?" remarked Tardo quietly.
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A TRANs.m.u.tATION OF MUDDLES.
By H. B. FYFE
An experienced horse-trader, bargain-haggler, and general swapper has a very special talent for turning two headaches into one aspirin pill....
The rugged little stellar scout s.h.i.+p flared down to the surface of Kappa Orionis VII about a mile from the aboriginal village. The pilot, Lieutenant Eric Haruhiku, scorched an open field, but pointed out to Louis Mayne that he had been careful to disturb neither woodland nor sh.o.r.eline.
"The Kappans are touchy about those, Judge," he explained, "They fish a lot, as you'd guess from all these shallow seas, and they pick fruit in the forests; but they don't farm much."
"No use provoking trouble," Mayne approved. "It's a long way from Rigel."
"It's a longer way from Sol," said the pilot.
"Don't I know, boy! If it weren't, I'd be just another retired s.p.a.ce captain, quietly struggling with my ranch on Rigel IX. As it is, to get the grant, I had to remain on call as an arbitrator."
"Somebody has to settle these things," said Haruhiku. "There's not much law way out here, except what the s.p.a.ce Force can apply. Well, if you'll excuse me, sir, I'll have them get out the helicopter and take us over to the village."
"Let me see that last message again, before you go," Mayne requested.
The pilot extracted a sheet from his clipboard and handed it to Mayne as he left. Mayne studied the text with little pleasure.
Terran s.p.a.ce Force headquarters on Rigel IX wished to inform him that the long awaited envoy from Terra to Kappa Orionis VII not only had arrived but had departed two days behind Mayne.
It was hoped, the communication continued, that nothing would interfere with the desired objective of coming to some friendly agreement with the Kappans that would permit Terran use of the planet as a base for s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps. The envoy, of course, was prepared to offer trade inducements and various other forms of help to the semi-civilized natives. Mayne was requested to lay whatever groundwork he could.
In my spare time, no doubt, he reflected. I'm to settle this silly business any way at all--as long as the natives get their way. But has anybody told the government about insurance companies? If it costs money or a lawsuit, will they back me up?
He felt himself to be in a ridiculous dilemma. The Kappans were reported to have seized a Terran s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p as it landed to trade. Naturally, the captain had squawked for help. He claimed he had crashed; his insurance company thought otherwise; the Kappans seemed to have some entirely different idea in mind. Mayne had been summoned into action to render a decision, after the rough and ready system of these settlements on the surface of Terra's sphere of explored s.p.a.ce.
Regretfully, he made his way now to the cubbyhole allowed him on the cramped scout, where he changed to a more formal tunic of a bright blue he hoped would look impressive to native eyes. By the time he was ready, the helicopter was waiting. He and Haruhiku entered, and the crewman at the controls took off for the scene of the dispute.
Arriving over the village, they hovered a few minutes while Haruhiku studied the lay of the land. The lieutenant had been to this world before, long enough to pick up some of the language and customs, so Mayne was content to follow his advice about landing a little way off from a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p that towered outside the village.
They came down about a hundred yards away, between a rutted sort of road and a long hut covered by a curved, thatched roof.
"They're expecting us," said Haruhiku, gesturing at the group before the hut.
It consisted of half a dozen humans and several of the Kappan natives. The latter, naturally, caught Mayne's eye first. The most imposing individual among them stood about five feet tall. The planet being of about the same ma.s.s as Terra, the Kappan probably weighed over two hundred and fifty pounds. He was a rugged biped with something saurian in his ancestry; for his skin was scaled, and bony plates grew into a low crown upon his long skull. His arms and legs were heavy and bowed, with joints obscured by thick muscles and loose skin. Mayne was struck by the fancy that the Kappan's color, a blend of brown and olive, was that of a small dragon who had achieved a good suntan. A yellow kilt was his main article of attire, although he wore a few decorations of polished bone.
One of the Terrans stepped forward. He wore a semimilitary uniform.
"I suppose you're Louis Mayne?" he asked.
"Right," answered Mayne. "You would be Captain Voorhis, of the Gemsbok?"
"Check. This here is Eemakh. He's more or less chief of the village, or tribe, or whatever you wanna call it."
Mayne found his gaze sinking into catlike slits of jet in a pair of huge orange eyes shaded by ma.s.sive brow ridges. The native made some statement in a clicking language that had a harsh, choppy rhythm.
"He welcomes you to Kappa," Haruhiku interpreted. "He hopes the G.o.ds will not be displeased."
"What a warm welcome!" commented Mayne. "Have you been getting along that well, Captain Voorhis?"
"Just about," said the s.p.a.cer. "One of my boys knows a few words. Rest of the time, we make signs. I gotta admit they ain't been too unfriendly."
"But they have seized your s.h.i.+p?"
"You're d.a.m.n' right! That insurance guy they sent out don't see it that way though."
"Where is this representative of the Belt Insurance Company?" asked Mayne.
"Melin? His s.h.i.+p landed over on the other side of the village, about half a mile. He oughta be along soon. Must've seen you land."
Mayne wondered whether it were necessary to await the arrival of the insurance adjustor before asking any questions. To cover his hesitation, he turned to take his first good look at the hull of the Gemsbok.
"What do they think they're doing?" he demanded, staring.
The Gemsbok was--or had been--an ungraceful, thick stars.h.i.+p on the verge of aging into sc.r.a.p. Towering here between the village and the huge, bluish-green leaves of the Kappan forest, she was in the process of being transformed into a planet-bound object of a certain weird grace.
A framework was being constructed about the hull by a swarm of natives. They had reached halfway up the s.h.i.+p, which served as a central column. Much of the exterior appeared to be a network of strangely curved sections of wood that had been given a high polish. Mayne suspected the greenish highlights were reflections of the forest color.
"Bone," said Voorhis succinctly. "They collect it from things they catch in the sea. Main supports of timber, of course, built to fit the hull."
"The fish here grow very large," put in Haruhiku. "If you could call them fish, that is. I once saw them butchering what looked more like a dinosaur."
Mayne realized that the bone framework formed a sort of curtain wall. At the lower levels, some of the natives seemed to be experimenting with a coating of wet leaves which they were molding to the wall.
"They've soaked them in something they boil out of fish parts," his pilot explained. "Like the village roofs. When it dries, it's pretty hard, even waterproof. The stink never dries out."
"But what do they have in their bony little brains?" asked Mayne. "Just what is that mess supposed to be?"
"A temple, believe it or not," answered Voorhis. "They tell me I set her down on land sacred to the great G.o.d Meeg!"
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