GODS OF RIVERWORLD by Philip Jose Farmer

Burton laughed and said, “Perhaps you’re right.”

He indicated the areas where the paint had been burned off.

“The Snark now sees and hears us.”

“Odsblood!” Aphra said. “He just showed us how weak and helpless we are. We can’t even hide from him!”

“But we did force him to act,” Burton said. “He had to find out what we were doing here. He did not disdain us enough to ignore us.”

“And so I have worked like a helot with spraying paint, sweated like a slave for nothing,” de Marbot said.

“You did get an unusual ride out of it.”

De Marbot’s teeth shone.

“Yes. It was worth it!”

Burton was not sure. They had not done well. Moreover, the machine probably had cameras that had shown the Snark the open door to Loga’s secret room.

“What do we do now?” Aphra said. “Slink back to our apartments like bad little puppies who’ve been whipped?”

Burton did not answer because of a shout from the right. A flying chair was suspended near the intersection of the corridor, and the voice had come from the opened curtain in an enclosure on the chair. It had been fitted with a frame over which transparent plastic had been arranged. The man in the chair was sitting with his legs drawn up in front of him on the seat.

“Who’s that?” de Marbot said.

“Frigate,” Aphra said, having recognized his voice.

The chair shot forward and settled on the floor, and Frigate pulled the enclosure, a sort of tiny cabin, from the chair. He got out, looked around, and said, “What happened?”

Burton explained. Then the American had to tell de Marbot and Behn why he was here and what the purpose of the enclosure was.

“Dick arranged with me to come here eight hours after you three had left. The contraption—the enclosure—is to prevent my body heat being detected by the Computer.”

De Marbot looked reproachfully at Burton.

“You said that you’d enlisted just us.”

“I don’t tell the truth if it’s useful not to do so,” Burton said. “I thought that it would be best if I had two follow us but didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you and Aphra to be saying anything to each other about this.”

“Two?” de Marbot said. “Where is the other?”

“Nur is supposed to come down the corridors on the other side,” Burton said, pointing in the direction in which the machine had gone.

“Why?” de Marbot said. Then, “You think that perhaps Nur might have tracked the machine to its lair?”

“We won’t know until later.”

Burton turned to Frigate.

“I assume, since you’ve reported nothing, you saw nothing.”

“Right.”

“The machine could have gone in any direction in this maze. We’ll wait until Nur gets here.”

“If the Snark didn’t catch him,” Frigate said.

“You’re so optimistic,” Aphra said.

“I just like to consider every possibility,” Frigate said somewhat heatedly. “It’s not my fault that negative possibilities always outnumber the positive.”

“They don’t. You just see the dark chances easier than you see the bright ones.”

Burton looked at his wristwatch. Five minutes had passed since the machine had broken through. He would wait a total of thirty. If Nur did not show by then, they would go back to their apartments. There they might have to wait for a while until Turpin, Alice and Li Po returned from searching for them. If, that is, they had indeed gone out to look for them. Logic might tell them to stay together in one apartment for defense.

A voice startled them. It was Nur’s, speaking from just outside the nearest brick wall.

“Don’t shoot. It’s I. Nur. I have good news.”

“Come in,” Burton said.

The little man entered. He stripped off some plastic material from his face and removed his gloves and jacket.

“Hot.”

Burton stepped outside the doorway. Nur’s chair, equipped with an enclosure like Frigate’s, was parked by the wall. Burton went inside. Nur was smiling, as well he might.

“I caught the Snark outside her secret room. I came speeding out of the dark part of the corridor and yelled at her to surrender. She refused; she started to take her beamer from her holster. So I shot her.”