The Tar Aiym Krang Part 6

'Um.' The older man considered Flinx, who waited patiently. He'd expected something of this sort, but read only good intentions on the elder's part. 'Tell him, then. 'Twill do no harm to let him have a gander at the s.h.i.+ps, and mayhap he has real reason for being there. I've seen queerer board Malaika's craft.' The man revved his scoot and darted off down the vaulting hallway.

Pit five, second transverse tube on your left,' the man said reluctantly. 'And mind you go nowhere else!'

But Flinx had already started off in the indicated direction.

It wasn't hard to find, but the telescoping rampway seemed endless. It was a relief to see the tail figure of the merchant waiting for him.

'Glad to see you show,kijana !' he bellowed, slapping Flinx on the back. Fortunately, he managed to avoid most of the blow. Pip stirred slightly, startled. 'You're the last to arrive. Everyone else is already aboard and safely f.u.c.ked away. Give your pack to the steward and strap in, We're just ready to cut.'

Malaika disappeared forward and Flinx gave his bag to the officious-looking young fellow who wore the House of Malaika arms (crossed stars.h.i.+p and credit slip) on his cap and jacket. The man ducked into a low door to the rear, leaving Flinx alone in the small lock. Rather than stand by Himself until the man returned to check him off, he moved forward to the pa.s.senger cabin and found himself an empty seat.

Since this was a private and not a commercial shuttle, it was smaller than most. There were only ten seats in the low, slim compartment. The craft was obviously not designed for extended journeys. The decoration verged on the baroque. He peered down the narrow aisle.

The first two seats were occupied by Malaika and his Lynx, Sissiph. She was clad in a bulky Jumpsuit for a change, but it served only to emphasize the beauty of her face. In the second row Bran Tse-Mallory and Truzenzuzex were leaning into the aisle, arguing animatedly but amiably on some subject which remained incomprehensible to Flinx on every level of perception. Then came their two stars.h.i.+p pilots, Atha Moon and the shadow man, Wolf. Both were staring intently, but at different things. Atha was gazing out the port, observing what she could of their normal preparations for lift. The man's eyes were focused unwaveringly on an invisible point six inches in front of his nose. His face was, as usual, utterly devoid of expression. He remained unreadable.

Atha's attention seemed to vary awkwardly between the outside of their tiny vessel and the front of the cabin. She was continually darting her head into the aisle or poking it above the back of the seat in front of her. Especially whenever an unusually loud giggle or chuckle came from that vicinity. Probably she thought herself inconspicuous. Perhaps she hadn't noticed him come aboard behind her. In any event she seemed unconcerned about Wolf's presence.

Even from here he could see the way the muscles in her neck and cheeks tightened, the way her blood pressure changed and her breathing increased, in response to the byplay from up front. It was mild, but still ... He shook his head. They hadn't even reached their s.h.i.+p yet and already an explosive situation was building. He could not tell how long it had been forming, but he did know one thing. He personally had no wish to be around when it finally came to a head.

He wondered if Malaika had the slightest inkling that his personal pilot of six years was hopelessly in love with him, There were several empty seats, so he chose the one behind Atha. Not that he preferred it so much to any other, but he preferred to stay as far away as possible from the enigmatic Wolf. He couldn't read the man, so ha was still unsure of him. As he had on numerous other occasions, he wished his peculiar talents wouldn't be so capricious in their operation. But when he directed his attention to Wolf there was only an oddly diffuse blank. It was like trying to fathom a heavy mist. Dew did not hold the symbols well.

A brief admonition came over the cabin speaker and Flinx felt the s.h.i.+p tilt under him. It was being raised hydraulically. Shortly it had settled steady, at its lift-off angle of seventy degrees.

Another problem brought itself to his notice as he was strapping himself in. Pip was still coiled comfortably about his left shoulder. This definitely was not going to work! How were they going to handle the minidrag? He motioned the steward over. The man struggled up the aisle by means of handles set into the sides of the chairs. He eyed the snake wanly and became a bit more polite.

'Well, sir, it seems to be capable of keeping a pretty firm grip with that tail. It can't stay like it is, though, because on Jiff it'd be crushed between your shoulder and the chair.' The way he said it made it plain that he wouldn't mind observing that eventuality. He went back down the aisle.

Flinx looked around and finally managed to urge the snake on to the thick arm of the seat opposite his.

Since Pip was an arboreal creature, Flinx was much more concerned about how it would react to the pressure of lift-off than to 'the condition of weightlesness. Not to mention how he'd manage himself.

He needn't have worried. The luxurious little craft lifted so smoothly that pressure was practically nonexistent, even when the rockets took over from the ramjets. It was no worse than a heavy blanket on his chest, pressing him gently back into the padded seat. The muted hum of the rockets barely penetrated the well-s.h.i.+elded cabin. Overall, be felt only a mild sense of disorientation. By contrast, Pip appeared positively ecstatic. Then he remembered that Pip had been brought to Moth by s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p and bad therefore undergone this same experience at least twice before. His apprehensions had been groundless.

But they bad served to take his mind off the flight. Another glance at the minidrag showed the narrow head weaving from side to side while the single-tipped tongue darted rapidly to and fro, touching every tiling within reach. The pleated wings were unfurled and flapping in sheer pleasure.

After the rockets cut off and the little s.h.i.+p drifted weightlessly, Flinx felt acclimated enough to reach over and pick up the snake. He replaced it on its familiar spot on his shoulder. The confident pressure on his arm and back was, as ever, rea.s.suring. Besides, the dam thing was having entirely too much fun. And the one thing they definitely did not need at the outset of their expedition was the venomous reptile flapping crazily in free fall about the confined s.p.a.ce of the cabin.

They pa.s.sed several vessels in parking orbit around the planet, including one of the great fuelling stations for the shuttles. Some of the giant craft were in the process of loading or unloading, and men in suits floated about them sparkling like diamond dust. The boy's eyes drank in every-thing and hungered for more. Once, when the shuttle turned ninety degrees on its side and moved to line up for conjunction with their stars.h.i.+p, the planet itself rolled majestically into view beneath them.

From this angle the famous ring-wings were clearly visible. The radiant b.u.t.ter-gold layers of rock and gas combined with the lakes which glistened sapphirelike through breaks in the cloud cover to make the planet more than ever resemble the Terran insect for which it had been named.

He got only the slightest glimpse of their s.h.i.+p, theGloryhole . That was enough. Sandwiched in among bloated freighters and pudgy transports she looked like a thoroughbred in a barnyard. She still had the inevitable shape of a doliblekay drive s.h.i.+p, a balloon stuck on to the end of a plumber's helper, but the lines were different from most. The balloon at one end was the pa.s.senger and cargo s.p.a.ce, and the plunger at the other the generating fan for the posigravity field. Instead of being wide and shallow, like a plate, theGloryhole's generating fan was narrower and deep, chalicelike. The pa.s.senger-cargo area was still balloon-shaped, but it was a streamlined, tapered balloon. Simply on looks alone one could tell that theGioryhole was faster than any regular freighter or liner as.p.a.ce. It was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.

He felt a slight jolt through his harness as the shuttle clicked into the transfer lock of the big s.h.i.+p.

Following the steward's instructions he released himself from the restraining straps and drifted after the others into the umbilicitube, pulling himself hand over hand along the portablepullway. The luxury of the Gloryhole in comparison to the freighters he'd bad described to him made itself quickly apparent. The stars.h.i.+p's airlock was furlined.

The steward and Malaika exchanged brief orders and the uniformed young man drifted out of the tube, pulling in the line behind him. After a bit the door whirred shut, and they were effectively separated from the shuttle.

'Je? If you'll all follow me - use the handholds - we'll adjourn to the salon.' Malaika started off through the lock exit. 'Atha, you and Wolf get up to Control and start up the drive. Let's have some decent gravity around here. A bwbui I'm not, to spin my own web! The two of you now where your cabins are.'

Atha and the skull-face moved off through a side pa.s.sage. Malaika swivelled to face them. 'The rest of you I'll show to your rooms myself.'

The salon was a fairyland of gla.s.s, wood, and plastics. Bubbles of crystal containing brilliantly coloured forms of aquatic life were suspended throughout the big room by a thin but unbreakable network of plastic webbing. Real trees grew through the green-fur floor, each representing a different species native to Moth. Metal sculptures layered with gem dust hung cloud like from the ceiling, which was a tridee soloid depicting an open sky complete to clouds and sun. It began to darken, effectively simulating the sunset taking place on the planet's side below. It was an odd simile to come to mind, but for some reason Flinx could best liken the sensation to walking through an especially fine beer.

The s.h.i.+p shuddered once, twice, ever so imperceptibly, and he could feel the weight beginning to return to his body. He started io float towards a side door and then began flailing frantically so that he would land on his feet and not his head. A glance showed that none of the other pa.s.sengers were experiencing similar difficulties. Sissiph was being steadied by Malaika, and Tse-Mallory and Truzenzuzex hadn't even bothered to pause in their argument. Angrily he got his errant legs under him. No one commented on his obvious difficulty, for which he was grateful. Full gravity returned after a very short interval.

Malaika walked- over to what looked like a cactus but actually a bar. "We'll remain at point nine five gravity for the duration of the trip. Possibly most of you aren't used to keeping up muscle tone in s.p.a.ce'

(Flinx took a quick sensing of the two scientists' compositions and doubted the accuracy of Malaika's remark) 'and so I'd hesitate to set it lower than that. The slight difference should be just enough to be exhilarating and it approximates what we'll encounter on our objective planetfall.'

'This will serve as a. regular gathering place. Meals will be served here by the autochef, unless you prefer to eat in your cabin. Njoo, i will show you your own ...'

Flinx spent three days just examining his 'own'. It was packed with fantastic devices that sprang at you out of floor, ceiling, and walls. You had to watch your step. Press the wrong switch and you were liable to be doused with warm water ... irrespective of your attire of the moment. That bad been a disheartening experience, especially as he had been trying for a haircut. Fortunately no one but Pip had been around to witness it.

He had been concerned to see how his pet would take to the confinements of s.h.i.+pboard life. Everyone else, excepting possibly Sissiph, had adjusted to the reptile's presence. So that didn't give him cause for worry. As it happened, there were no others. The minidrag would go swooping in and out among the pylons and plastic tapestries of the salon as if he owned them, frightening the devil out of the inhabitants of the gla.s.s bubbles. Occasionally it would bang batlike from a particularly inviting artificial branch or real one. When it was discovered that the food selector in their cabin could deliver fresh bits of rawWiodor meat, the snake's content ment was a.s.sured.

They had been moving out of Moth's system at a slow but continually building speed for several days now. Malaika was in an expansive mood, and so when Flinx requested permission to stand by in Control during change over, the merchant acceded gracefully. Once they made the initial jump past light speed at changeover their rate of acceleration would go up tremendously.

Apparently no one else shared his curiosity. Malaika remained secluded in his cabin with his Lynx.

Tse-Mallory and Truzenzuzex spent most of their time in the salon, playing personality chess and conversing in languages and on subjects Flinx could grasp only an occasional bit of. Once more he reflected on their complete ease and familiarity with stars.h.i.+p travel.

Malaika had half-promised to come up to Control for changeover to explain the workings to Flinx. But when the time came, Sissiph was pouting over some incomprehensible slighting and the merchant was compelled to remain in the cabin with her. In his place he instructed Atha to answer any questions Flinx might have regarding the workings of the s.h.i.+p or drive. She had acknowledged the order with obvious distaste.

Flinx had come to the conclusion that he was going to have to be the one to break the silence that their unceremonious first meeting had produced. Otherwise they might not exchange a word the entire trip, and even a large s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p is too small an area in which to retain animosities.

He entered Control and strolled up behind her seat. Wolf was off on the opposite side of the room. She said nothing, but he knew she had noticed his entrance.

He read directness and decided to counter with same.

'Look, I didn't mean to kick you back there in the tower, that time.' She swivelled to eye him questioningly. That is, I didn't mean to kick you, t meant to kick ... oh. h.e.l.l I' The explanation hadn't seemed this complicated when he'd rehea.r.s.ed it in his mind. Of course, then, be hadn't had to contend with the rich red-brown in those eyes. I thought you were a spy ... or a.s.sa.s.sin, or something. You certainly didn't look as though you belonged where you were, so I took the least b.l.o.o.d.y route I could think of at the time of forcing you into the open. It worked, you turned out to be not what I expected, and I apologize. There! Truce?'

She hesitated, and then her face softened into an abashed grin. She put out a hand. 'Truce" He kissed it instead of shaking it, and she turned, pleased, back to her instruments. 'You know, you were right, actually, I had no business at all being where I was. Nor doing what I was doing. Do I look that much like an a.s.sa.s.sin from the back?'

'The contrary, the contrary.' Then, abruptly) 'You're quite attracted to your boss, aren't you?'

Her face jerked up, surprised. One would have thought he'd just revealed one of the great secrets of the universe. He had to work to keep from grinning. Tree, was she that naive?

'Why ... why, what a thing to say! What a perfectlyabsurd thought! Maxim Maiaika is my employer, and a good one. Nothing more. What makes ...? Oh, do you have any questions about the s.h.i.+p? If not, Iam bus ...'

Hastily, he said, 'Why is it that while this s.h.i.+p is infinitely more complicated than the shuttle, both require the same crew of two?' He knew the answer, but wanted to keep her talking.

'That's the reason, right there.' She indicated the panoply of ranked lights and instruments around them.

'Because it is so complex, it requires a lot more automation just to operate. Actually, theGloryhole pretty well runs herself most of the time. Except for providing instructions and handling decisions, we're here just in case of the unforeseen situation. Interstellar navigation, for example, is much too complex for human or thranx minds to manage on any really practical level. Stars.h.i.+ps have to be run by machines or they'd be impossible altogether.'

'I see. By minor situations and unforseen things, do you mean like at changeover?'

'Oh, there's no real danger from change over. The companies like to make a big thing of it to give their pa.s.sengers a slight thrill. Sure, once in a while you'll hear about something happening. A meteor will make a millions-to-one infringement on the gravity well of a s.h.i.+p at the moment of s.h.i.+ft and the s.h.i.+p will turn inside out, or some-thing equally weird. Those are real exceptions. The tridee and faxcax blow those incidents alt out of proportion for their ratings value. Usually it's no more trouble than stepping from land on to a floating boat.'

'Glad to hear it. I don't think I'd enjoy being turned inside out. That was the oldCurryon , wasn't it'?'

'Why, yes. It was twenty-four thirty-three, old calendar. Actually, we have to worry only about keeping the center of the field positioned constant with respect to the fan and generator. The computers take care of most of that. Once it falls too far ahead or drops too close, you have to stop the s.h.i.+p, then start up all over again. That takes a lot of time, for deceleration and acceleration, and it's expensive as well as tricky.

If the field should start to oscillate, the s.h.i.+p could be shaken to pieces. But as i said, the computers handle all that worry for us. Barring those unforeseen circ.u.mstances, of course.'

'I've never been on a doublekay drive s.h.i.+p before. I'm no physicist, but could you maybe give me a quickee explanation of how the thing works? One that even my simple mind could understand'?'

She sighed. 'Okay. What the Caplis generator does ... that's what we hold in the "fan" up ahead ... is in effect produce a powerful but concentrated gravitational field at the nose of the s.h.i.+p. As soon as the field exceeds the natural one of the s.h.i.+p, the s.h.i.+p moves towards it, naturally attracted by a "body" of greater "ma.s.s" than itself. Being part of the s.h.i.+p, the doublekay drive unit naturally goes along with it. But the unit, having moved forward, is set to keep the field at a constant distance from the hull of the craft. Therefore the field is moved forward also. The s.h.i.+p will try to catch up to it again, and so on, ad infinitum. The field is in effect pulling the s.h.i.+p instead of pus.h.i.+ng it, as the shuttle rockets do, Doublekay vessels actually move in a series of continuous jerks, so rapid and close together that they seem to be one smooth, unbroken pull. The increase or decrease in the size of the field determines the speed of the s.h.i.+p.

'Being a wave and not a particle form of energy, gravity isn't affected in the same way that ma.s.s is on approaching the speed of light. The doublekay field creates a coneshaped zone of stress behind it, in which ma.s.s acts differently than it does under normal circ.u.mstances. That's why when we exceed the speed of light I don't see through you or something. Once we've made that initial breakthrough, or "change over," our rate of travel goes lip enormously. It's something like riding the back of a very tame SCCAM sh.e.l.l.

'Our initial power comes from a small hydrogen "spark-plug" ... I wonder sometimes where that word came from ... up near the generator housing in the tube section of the s.h.i.+p. Once started up, the field can be "channelled" to a certain extent. That's where we get our gravity for the s.h.i.+p and power to run the lights and a lit o bar and things.

"in the event of a drive failure there are provisions for converting the fan loan old ion-type drive, powered by the hydrogen plug. It would take twelve years at its best speed to get from Moth to Power Line, the nearest inhabited planet. Farther out where the stars are more scattered it's even worse. But twelve years or so is better than never. Stranded s.h.i.+ps have been saved that way ... those that managed to overcome problems like lack of food and insanity. But the rate of failure for doublekay drives in miniscule. Only rarely can a mere human manage to screw one up.'

Thanks,' said Flinx. 'That helps ... sort of.' He glanced over at Wolf and saw that the man was totally immersed in his work. He lowered his voice. 'Incidentaily, I think maybe you've got the wrong idea of what a Lynx is.'

'A prost.i.tute,' she replied automatically.

'Uh-uh. The Lynx are a group of very beautiful and ambitious women who don't regard life mating as the end-all of civilization. They prefer to move from one fascinating man to another.'

'So I've been told. And seen. That's still a matter of opinion.' She sniffed calculatingly.

He started for the exit. 'So I don't think you need worry about Sissiph or any of the others settling down with your merchant, permanent-like.'

'Listen!' she shouted, 'For the last time, I ...!' She dropped her voice as Wolf looked over curiously. 'I am not in love with Maxim Mataika!'

'Sure, sure,' said Flinx from the doorway. 'I can see that.'

It was only a short while later, while watching a viewtape in his cabin, that he realized he'd missed changeover.

Chapter Eight.

Teleen auz Rudenuaman was resting easily in her rooms on the great estate complex of her aunt. She was scantily clad. That is, she wore at least as little as the huge male form which stood admiring the play of its muscles in the wall-length mirror across from the bed-desk.

'Rory,' she said to the ceiling, 'you do love me, don't you?'

'Um-hmm,' said the figure, bending on one knee and flexing a forearm.

'And you'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?'

'Um-hmm.'

'Then why,' she said, sitting up abruptly and shouting, 'the h.e.l.l didn't you do anything when the old witch started in on me this morning'?'

The figure sighed and turned regretfully from the mirror to face her. Its body was hard, but the face was curiously soft, almost childlike. Beautiful and soft. The expression it wore was amiable and best described as intensely vacuous.

'Icould have said something. Teleen, dear, but what would it have accomplished? Besides making her even more suspicious of us. She had it in for you anyway, and nothing I could have said would likely have turned her off. Besides, she was right, you know. Youdid foul up that ...'

'I'm not interested. I had enough of that fromher this morning. Surely she can't reasonably expect me to be responsible for the inept.i.tude of men her people hired m the first place?'

Rory Mallap van Cleef sighed again and began pulling on a gold dressing-gown. 'I suppose not, dear.

But then when has she ever been reasonable a out anything? I really don't understand the intricacies of such dealings. She was awfully b.i.t.c.hy, wasn't she?'

Teleen slid out of the bed and moved to sit next to him. She put her arms possessively around the ma.s.sive shoulders, resting her head against one bulging dorsal.

'Look, Rory, I've told you before. The only way we're ever going to have any happiness is to eliminate the old bag once and for all.'

Rory grinned. He was not without a sense of humour, even if it did tend more than a bit to the primitive.

'Now is that any way to talk about your beloved aunt?'

'No, it's the only way to talk about her! And at that I'm flattering her. Every time we discuss her elimination my charitable instincts get the better of me. But to be specific...

'Please, darling. I'm not in the mood now.'

'Rory,' she said, sitting back, 'are you in love with me... or with her?'

'Don't be obscene, dear! You have no idea, no idea, what a task it is constantly to have to feign interest in that sack of surgical miracles. Especially,' and be drew her on to his lap and kissed her, 'after you.'

'Mmmmm, That's the way I like to hear you talk!' He had her purring again. 'You'll go along with me, then?'

'As I've said before, if you come up with a reasonably sensible plan. Love or not. I'm not going to take a chance on spending the rest of my life on some prison moon because some scheme is only half worked out. I'm no genius, but I'm smart enough to know it. So you manage the brains for both of us. I'll supply any needed muscle. Of which,' he added, flexing a tricep lovingly, I have more than sufficient.'

She slipped out of his grasp and stamped angrily on the deep fur floor, is did interesting things to the rest of her body. 'Stop admiring yourself for a minute and try to be serious. Murder is not a funny business!'

'It is when it involves your aunt,'

'Oh, you're impossible! All right; look, you know how food she is of bathing in that pool, the little one with all those lovely fish and snails and things?' Her eyes were slitted. 'How she never misses a daily swim?'

'Yes, T know the place. So?'

'Would it be a simple matter to wire the tiling, do you think?' He shook his head, doubtfully. 'Her people would notice that sort of thing. You know how careful she is.'

'Not if we disguised it as one of those censored frogs, or something r She glowed. 'Yes, a frog. I'm sure such a device could be made. Waterproof, small, but still capable of delivering a lethal charge, yes. And you could, urn, put the guard "to sleep" for the minute necessary to slip the thing into the water.'

'That does sound good, darling. Yes, Teleen, I do think so too!' He lifted her off the floor and kissed her gently. 'One thing, though. Why haven't you thought of something like this before?'

Her mouth twisted in a feral smile that, had she known it, was almost a carbon copy of her aunt's. 'Oh, I have, I have, sort of. But until this morning, I really hadn't been sufficiently inspired I Today I was finally convinced she is quite mad. It will be only a kindness to gift her with a long sleep.'