A Knight of Ghosts and Shadows by Poul Anderson. Chapter 7, 8

for their share of the Pax; to give their leaders advice as occasion

warranted, and not use his marines to see that they followed it unless

he absolutely must; to speak on their behalf to those officials of the

Crown with whom he dealt; to cope.

He had not done badly. It was not his fault that demons haunted the

planet which were beyond his capability of exorcising, and might yet

take possession of it.

“No, sir, they wouldn’t give notice. Seldom do. Abominably poor manners,

but that’s policy for you, what?” Flandry nodded at his credentials,

where they lay on the desk. ” ‘Fraid I can’t be too explicit either.

Let’s say I’m on a special tour of inspection.”

Lagard gave him a close look. Flandry could guess the resident’s

thought: Was this drawling clothes horse really an Intelligence officer

at work, or a pet relative put through a few motions to justify making

an admiral of him? “I will cooperate as far as possible, Captain.”

“Thanks. Knew y’ would. See here, d’you mind if I bore you for a few

ticks? Mean to say, I’d like to diagram the situation as I see it. You

correct me where I’m wrong, fill in any gaps, that kind of thing, eh?

You know how hard it is to get any proper overview of matters. And then,

distances between stars, news stale before it arrives, n’est-ce pas?”

“Proceed,” Lagard said resignedly.

Flandry discarded his cigarette, crossed legs and bridged fingers. No

grav generator softened the pull of Diomedes. He let his added weight

flow into the chair’s crannies of softness, as if already wearied. (In

actuality he did his calisthenics under two gees or more, because thus

he shortened the dreary daily time he needed for keeping fit.)

“Troublemakers afoot,” he said. “Distinct possibility of hostiles taking

advantage of the disorganization left by the recent

unpleasantness–whether those hostiles be Merseian, Ythrian, barbarian,

Imperials who want to break away or even overthrow his Majesty–right?

You got hints, various of those troublemakers were active here, fanning

flames of discontent and all that sort of nonsense. How’d they get past

your security?”

“Not my security, Captain,” Lagard corrected. “I’ve barely had this post

five years. I found the sentinel system in wretched

condition–expectable, after the Empire’s woes–and did my best to

effect repairs. I also found our civil strife was doing much to heighten

resentment, particularly in the Great Flock of Lannach. It disrupted

offplanet commerce, you see. The migrant societies have become more

dependent on that than the sedentary ones like Drak’ho which have

industry to produce most of what they consume. But please realize, a new

man on a strange world needs time to learn its ins and outs, and develop

workable programs.”

“Oh, quite.” Flandry nodded. “At first you’d see no reason to screen

visitors from space. Rather, you’d welcome ’em. They might help restore

trade, what? Very natural. No discredit to you. At last, however, clues

started trickling in. Not every transient was spending his stay in the

outback so benignly. Right?

“You asked my Corps to investigate. That likewise takes time. We too

can’t come cold onto a planet and hope for instant results, y’ know. Ah,

according to my briefing, it was sector HQ you approached. Terra just

got your regular reports.”

“Of course,” Lagard said. “Going through there would have meant a delay

of months.”

“Right, right. No criticism intended, sir,” Flandry assured him. “Still,

we do like to keep tabs at Home. That’s what I’m here for, to find out

what was done, in more detail than the official report”–which was

almighty sketchy–“could render. Or, you could say, my superiors want a

feel of how the operation went.”

Lagard gave the least shrug.

“Well, then,” Flandry proceeded. “The report does say a Commander Bruno

Maspes brought an Intelligence team, set up shop in Thursday Landing,

and got busy interrogating, collating data, sending people out into the

field–the usual intensive job. They worked how long?”

“About six months.”

“Did you see much of them?”

“No. They were always occupied, often all away from here at once,

sometimes away from the whole system. Personnel of theirs came and went.

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