A Circus of Hells by Poul Anderson. Part five

registering them–First, though, we turn our systems off.”

“Why?” she asked from her seat to which she had returned, and from her

weariness.

“I can’t tell how many the ships are. Space is still somewhat kinky

and–well, they may have left one posted for insurance. The moment we

pass a threshold value of the metric, there’ll be no mistaking our

radiation, infrared from the hull, neutrinos from the power-plant, that

kind of junk. Unless we douse the sources.”

“Whatever you want, darling.”

Weightlessness was like stepping off a cliff and dropping without end.

Cabin dark, the pulsar flash on one side and stars on the other crowded

near in dreadful glory. Nothing remained save the faintest

accumulator-powered susurrus of forced ventilation; and the cold crept

inward.

“Hold me,” Djana beseeched into the blindness. “Warm me.”

A pencil-thin flashbeam from Flandry’s hand slipped along the console.

Back-scattered light limned him, a shadow. Silence lengthened and

lengthened until:

“Uh-oh. They’re smart as I feared. Grav waves. Somebody under primary

acceleration. Has to be a ship of theirs.”

Son of Man, help us.

At the boat’s high kinetic velocity, the pulsar shrank and dimmed while

they watched.

“Radar touch,” Flandry reported tunelessly.

“Th-they’ve caught us?”

“M-m-m, they may assume we’re a bit of cosmic débris. You can’t check

out every blip on your scope … Oof! They’re applying a new vector.

Wish I dared use the computer. It looks to me as if they’re maneuvering

for an intercept with us, but I’d need math to make sure.

“If they are?” The abstractness of it, that’s half the horror. A

reading, an equation, and me closed off from touching you, even seeing

you. We’re not us, we’re objects. Like being already dead–no, that’s

not right, Jesus promised well live. He did.

“They aren’t necessarily. No beam’s latched onto us. I suspect they’ve

been casting about more or less at random. We registered strong enough

to rate a closer look, but they lost and haven’t refound us.

Interplanetary space is bigger than most people imagine. So they may as

well direct themselves according to the orbit this whatsit seemed to

have, in hopes of checking us out at shorter range.”

“Will they?”

“I don’t know. If we’re caught … well, I suppose we should eschew a

last-ditch stand. How would one dig a ditch in vacuum? We can surrender,

hope Ydwyr can save us and another chance’ll come to worm out.” His

voice in the dark was not as calm as he evidently wished.

“You’d trust Ydwyr?” lashed from her.

His beam stepped across the dials. “Closing in fast,” he said. “Radar

sweep’s bound to pick us up soon. We may show as an interstellar

asteroid, but considering the probability of a natural passage at any

given time–” She heard and felt his despair. “Sorry, sweetheart. We

gave ’em a good try, didn’t we?”

The image might have sprung to her physical vision, shark shape across

the Milky Way, man’s great foes black-clad at the guns. She reached out

to the stars of heaven. “God have mercy,” she cried with her whole

being. “Oh, send them back where they belong!”

Blink … blink … blink.

The light ray danced. Where it touched, meters turned into pools beneath

those suns that crowded the screens. “Ho-o-old,” Flandry murmured. “One

minute … They’re receding!” exploded from him. “Judas priest, they,

they must’ve decided the blip didn’t mean anything!”

“They’re going?” she heard herself blurt. “They are?”

“Yes. They are. Can’t’ve felt too strongly about that stray indication

they got … Whoo! They’ve gone hyper! Already! Aimed back toward Siekh,

seems like. And the–here, we can use our circuits again, lemme activate

the secondary-wave receivers first–yes, yes, four indications, our

couriers, their other three ships, right on the verge of detectability,

headed out–Djana, we did it! Judas priest!”

“Not Judas, dear,” she said in worship. “Jesus.”

“Anybody you like.” Flandry turned on the fluoros.

Joy torrented from him. “You yourself–your wonderful, wonderful self–”

Weight. Warm hearty gusts of air. Flandry was doing a fandango around

the cabin. “We can take off ourselves inside an hour. Go a long way

round for safety’s sake–but at the end, home!” He surged to embrace

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