Hunters Out of Space Part 12
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CHAPTER 11
Although Gunnar had spent most of the past four days in grumbling and polis.h.i.+ng his sword, there had been hours and hours when Odin had not seen him. The little man had a secret, but what it was he would not tell. "For,"
he said to Odin, "then it would not be my secret. It would be mine and yours, and I would own but half of it. Does a man give half of his flocks away?"
Odin was a bit hurt over his friend's behavior. He even wondered if Gunnar had taken a liking to one of the white-skinned slave-girls--for they were beautiful. Still, that did not seem like Gunnar. But you could never tell.
After all, he found himself quoting, there's no fool like an old fool.
Mixed up in this secret was a buckskin bag that Gunnar had brought with him from the s.h.i.+p. When Odin had inquired about it, Gunnar had replied: "Magic.
A very old magic."
That too was not like Gunnar. He relied upon his sword, since the Norse G.o.ds were usually busy with their own affairs. Those G.o.ds ate their rejuvenating apples every day and then went out like healthy boys to see what was happening; and though they meant well they usually were somewhere else when they were needed. Therefore, the use of magic bags and incantations was a lot of foolishness. But here was Gunnar fondling a tightly-drawn buckskin bag as though it held eternity's secrets.
"You ought to get yourself a witch-doctor's mask and a couple of hollowbones to whistle through," Odin had told him scathingly.
"Never mind. Never mind. Old Gunnar will be there when they put out the fire and call the dogs. Now, you stay here in this room, Odin. And don't go looking after any of these slave-girls. They are too pretty. And you are young. After all, there's no fool like a young fool. So don't go wandering off. Just stay here and polish your sword and wait until I return. I think my magic will do a great deal this afternoon."
"Touche!" Jack Odin thought as Gunnar departed. "So he's been worrying about me and the girls, has he?"
Odin polished his sword and looked at the paintings. But the entire palace seemed to be whispering. An air of tension hung over it. The halls were quiet, where servants usually were busily going back and forth.
Once he heard shouts and the sound of fighting far off. There was a loud shot and a scream of pain. After that, the unusual quiet returned.
This was the sixth afternoon that he had spent on this enslaved world. Odin did not enjoy it. He tried to make plans to rescue Maya, but he had gone over those same plans many times before. The Taj Mahal was well-guarded.
There was an unshaded road that went from the city to it. Also, the road was usually crowded with pilgrims. He never knew whether they went out there in some strong belief that here was a G.o.ddess from outer s.p.a.ce, or whether they were forced to go. After all, Grim Hagen was clever--
He took a bath and changed clothes. Then Jack Odin read one of those books that Grim Hagen had stolen. It was a first edition of the Rubaiyat, the one with the jeweled peac.o.c.k cover, and it would have been worth a fortune back home. But here it was just another of Grim Hagen's treasures--it was dusty and neglected, and Odin wondered if he were not the first to take a look at it since Hagen had brought it here.
The windows were dark when Gunnar returned. Jack Odin sat by a single tiny light, and greeted his old friend in a glum and sour fas.h.i.+on. But Gunnar was in a gay mood.
"Look, I told you that my magic would do great tricks. See, the bag is nearly empty." He held the buckskin bag high and it was much thinner than before. "You waited, did you? Good, Nors-King. I had to make sure that no one came here while I was gone."
"Just myself," Odin replied. "Now what--"
"Oh, I told you I had great magic in that bag. You shall see." Gunnar returned to the door, opened it, and led a tall white-skinned slave into the room. A man of about thirty dressed in white uniform with some sort of insignia upon his shoulders. Odin had never bothered to learn the different gradations in Grim Hagen's slave-world.
"This man goes by the name of Piper," Gunnar announced simply.
The man bowed and smiled nervously.
"And he is a Bro-Stoka among the slaves," Gunnar continued.
Odin was about to reply that he didn't give a d.a.m.n if the man were a colonel or a two star general. But Gunnar hurried on to explain. "A Stoka is a captain of a hundred. But a Bro-Stoka is a captain over ten Stokas and all their men. Not often does one advance so at an early age--"
Gunnar seemed to be b.u.t.tering up the man for some reason or other so Jack Odin decided to go along. "I have never seen a Bro-Stoka so young," he admitted. This was true, Odin thought, since this was the first Bro-Stoka who had ever been identified to him. And he wondered if maybe Bro-Stoka were not a local term for "Ninety Day Wonder." G.o.d knows he had seen too many of them.
Gunnar seated himself comfortably and swung the nearly empty bag to and fro. "Ah, I told you that I carried great magic in the bag. With Piper's help, Maya will be ours before midnight."
Odin's lethargy was gone now. "Gunnar, old friend! What magic was in that bag of yours?"
"The oldest magic in the world. Pieces of gold, diamonds, and rubies. When we left the Nebula I said to myself that if Grim Hagen owned everything here, it was quite possible that many would be eating very little. Knowing Grim Hagen, I said to myself, there will be a mad scramble for money and position. It would be the only kind of a world that Grim Hagen could fas.h.i.+on."
Odin slapped him on the back. "Gunnar, you are a genius, a sheer genius."
"Not at all. When I was a young man I learned such strategy from studying the world above me."
Odin winced.
Gunnar continued. "Well, it has turned out even as I figured. Only more so. When traveling in far countries you should try to learn how the people live, Odin. It is enlightening. I had an old uncle who always said that travel broadens one. It must have, for he weighed nearly two-hundred when he died."
"Please, Gunnar. When will we see Maya--"
"So, I have been working ever since we arrived. A jewel here. A bit of gold there. It is amazing how a diamond can make a man see just what you tell him to see. Much better than ordinary gla.s.ses. Then I found Piper here. And Piper is ambitious. Do you know what it costs to become head-man and chief tax-gatherer of a town of five-thousand, Odin?"
"Gunnar, I know nothing of these matters. Tell me about Maya--"
"Well, Piper has been paid. The town will be his if our plan works out tonight. Otherwise, I will twist his neck." And Gunnar paused to scowl at the young man in the white uniform until poor Piper began sweating.
"Many others have been paid. They are to stay away from their posts. They will see nothing and hear nothing at certain times tonight. Here, hand me your book."
Odin obliged and Gunnar produced a ragged bit of pencil and started drawing a map upon the fly-leaf. "Here," he said, "is the city. And here is the river. Now, if you remember, there is a deep bend in the river, and this tomb that Grim Hagen has built is within the bend of the river. There is a good road that goes from the city to the tomb, but it is guarded. The Nebula is on the other side of the bend. So the answer is quite simple. We go up the river. Piper has a boat waiting for us--"
"I have already paid many and have sworn them to silence," Piper interrupted. "But it will be a dangerous business. I would not dare it at all except that it will be five years before I am eligible for tax-gatherer, and the waiting is killing me. A city of my own--"
Piper, Jack Odin gathered, was a very ambitious man.
The boat moved up-river in darkness. There were beacons upon the sh.o.r.e, turning this way and that, but they seemed to be trained a bit high this night.
Once a motor-boat pa.s.sed them, going at a fast clip, and somebody called out that he saw a shadow over toward the far side of the river. And another voice answered. "You're always seeing things. A log, maybe. Didn't I tell you that I found some money in the street? And aren't we going to have the best meal that money can buy? Do you want to stay here with an empty belly on this cold river all night? Our watch is nearly over. I'm tired. Let's get along--"
Later, some one hailed them from the bank and threatened to shoot if they did not pull in. Then there was a loud scream that died in a weltering gurgle. They heard a splash as something hit the water--and then all was still. They waited. A peculiar little whistle sounded three notes from the darkness.
As though rea.s.sured, Piper took up his oars.
"That was the last guard," Gunnar whispered. "It took a ruby the size of a sparrow's egg to get him killed. Oh, well, blame Grim Hagen. He shouldn't have gouged these people so hard--" And then, to Piper: "You're bright enough, I guess, but you don't know how to row a boat. Give me the oars."
He took them and slid them into their hole-pins. "Now, give Gunnar room."
He bowed his broad head, leaning forward almost to his toes. Then he dug the oars into the water and straightened up and bent backward like a machine. Noiselessly the oars came up again. He bent forward and dipped them into the river again. And as he worked faster he began to count to himself in a panting whisper: "Huh--huh--huh--huf!"
The boat streaked across the river's surface like a water-bug.
At last they slid into some thick cat-tails. Gunnar got a hand-hold and propelled them forward until the prow grounded in the shallows.
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