Then she giggled.
“Yes?” he prompted.
“I was thinking about that girl, the one on the second night.”
Warner was puzzled for a moment. “Oh. You mean the one who was afraid the sky-beast could see us.”
“Yes. Did she really think it would tell tales to the other wizards?”
“I don’t think it was the other wizards she was worried about. I think she was afraid the Great Balloon God was going to tell her husband.”
“Oh.” She giggled again.
He wondered what had gotten into Gwen, other than more wine than usual. She was curious about everything he’d done in Two Springs village, including the girls he’d bedded. You’d have thought she’d be jealous of that.
“You know, I think I should have seen this before,” she said. “The people really think a balloon is magical. Even some of the people around the university, who can see that it’s a machine. Out in the villages, if someone comes in a balloon, they’ll think he’s a wizard. They’ll listen to what he says! We can start teaching them all the things they won’t learn otherwise!”
Warner stared. It made a weird kind of sense. If the teaching squads went out with a balloon, they’d get a lot more attention. People wouldn’t sit around waiting for Old MacDonald or the village granny to try the star knowledge. It might not even have to be a man-carrying balloon, either. That would save a lot of cloth and—“The surinomaz processing!” Gwen looked ready to jump out of her chair. “We can start in that village where the midwives know how to make surinomaz into a medicine. If they’ll teach the wizards what they know, we can prove that the surinomaz is useful. People will start wanting to grow it. Larry, you may have just saved a whole planet!”
Warner got up and went around the table. “Gwen, you’re as smart as you are beautiful. You thought of what to do with the balloons. I just went along for the ride, so to speak.”
She stood up and kissed him on the cheek. “Larry, you’re a lot braver than you think you are.”
Warner put his arms around her and bent to kiss her ups. For a moment he thought she would turn away. Then her face came up and their lips met. Hers trembled, then opened. He tightened his grip. Small fireworks started to go off in various parts of his body.
He held her closely, then let his hands wander downwards.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
She sighed. “Maybe I mean ‘do.’ It’s been a long time. But just for the moment, I’d like to be held, and not have to think about what happens next.”
“Suits me.” He held her, and they stood that way for a while.
This could be damn serious, Warner thought. She’s one hell of a girl. Nobody like her. And we’ve done pretty well, running this place. Is it time Larry Warner settled down?
To what? Fidelity? She’d want that. More’n the local girls would. Monogamy, too. And she knows I’m no damned wizard. But it wouldn’t be so bad, and besides, it don’t have to be decided now. Nobody’s said anything about forever, just tonight…
He bent to kiss her again.
Crash! Wood slammed against stone and metal rang.
“Dog!”
An angry voice made more echoes in the room. Something struck Larry Warner’s head. A hard blow, that left a ringing in his ears. Gwen screamed.
Warner fell to the floor as if unconscious. The instant he was down he snap-rolled under the table, then rolled again to get behind it. As he stood he drew his Walther .380 automatic, wishing it were the .45 hanging by the door with his jacket. The Walther would just have to do. By the time he was back on his feet he had spread his legs and was holding the piece in both hands, his eye sighting down the barrel at the kilted figure in the room- “Larry! No!” Gwen shouted. “No!” She dashed across the room and into Warner’s line of fire.
He’d almost squeezed off the round! He jerked the piece upwards to point at the ceiling, and from pure rage and frustration he fired. The shot sounded very loud in the enclosed room.
“Larry!” Gwen screamed again. Then she saw where the pistol was pointed.
“Move!” Warner commanded. “No son of a bitch comes bustin’ in on me! I’ll blow the bastard away—” He stopped shouting as he realized who the intruder was. “Caradoc?”
The archer captain had been in command of the search party that found Warner. He’d stayed behind to see that the balloon was safely loaded on the pack animals. And, Warner realized, he’d not only finished that task in record time, he must have ridden like hell to get here. Why? To see Gwen. And maybe jealous of Warner, too.
Now he stood there defiantly. “If you have honor, you will allow me a weapon,” Caradoc said. “You may have your star weapons, and I my bow. . .“
Warner laughed. “You talk about honor, Boy Scout. Not me. I fight for pay. And you’re dead.”
“Larry, you can’t.” Gwen wasn’t shouting any longer.
“Why not?”
“Captain Galloway will have you shot, that’s why.”
“I need no woman to argue for my life!” Caradoc shouted.
“You need something you haven’t got,” Warner said. “You also need to explain how you got in here.”
“Miss Tremaine!” The shout came from the hall.
“Jesus, that’s Elliot,” Warner said. He raised his voice. “In here, Sergeant Major.”
Elliot came in. His .45 was cocked and ready. He looked at Warner, then at Caradoc. “Okay, Professor, what’s happening?”
“Nothing,” Gwen said. “It’s nothing at all. Please leave.”
“Not friggin’ likely.”
“It’s okay, Sarge,” Warner said. “We were showin’ Captain Caradoc a couple of moves, and maybe it got out of hand. I let a round go into the ceiling.”
Elliot looked suspiciously at them. “Sure that’s all?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s all right,” Gwen said.
“Okay, if you say so.” He snapped on the safety and holstered his pistol. “If you say so.”
Warner waited until Elliot was gone before he spoke again. “I’m still waiting to know how you got in here, Captain,” he said finally. “Past the guards. My guards. They weren’t supposed to let anyone in here, not anyone at all. But I guess I know, don’t I? You had them betray their trust. You being their commander and all, you could do that. So now you just tell me why I shouldn’t have them and you both up on charges?”
For the first time Caradoc looked worried. “There is no reason,” he said finally. “You are correct. But the men are not at fault.”
“Larry—”
“Yes, my lady?”
“Larry, don’t do that. He—had a right to think he could come here.”
“I see.”
“I have said it already,” Caradoc said. “I will not listen more to—”
He’s going to try it, Warner thought. He’ll come for me. He’s one of those, one of the berserker types and he’ll dive for the gun. When he does, it’ll be chancy. A .380 just isn’t that much slug. No fancy shooting, just empty the damn piece into him and take my chances after that. Should work.
But damn all, I don’t really want to kill him- Abruptly Warner put the pistol in his pocket.
“What are you doing?” Caradoc demanded. “Have you discovered honor, or—”
“Main thing is, I’m unarmed,” Warner said. “And you, my friend, aren’t going to try unarmed combat with me. You’ve seen me practicing.”
Caradoc fingered his sword. “Get a weapon. Any weapon,” he said. “It may be that Caradoc, son of Cadaric, is a fool.. It will never be said that he slew an unarmed man.”
“Nobody’s going to be slain,” Warner said. “Gwen, would you please leave us?” He changed to English. “I got some talking to do with Muscles here.”
“You’re sure it’s all right?”
“Yeah, no problems now.”
“I want promises from both of you. That you won’t fight,” she said. She looked thoroughly miserable.
“Sure,” Warner said.
“I swear I will not draw weapons against this man except on a field of honor with all due ceremony,” Caradoc said.
“Good enough for me,” Warner said. He eyed Caradoc thoughtfully. I didn’t promise I wouldn’t draw weapons if he gets physical. “Gwen?”
“Oh, all right.” She paused in the door. “I—I’m really sorry.”
“Have a seat,” Warner said. He indicated the table. “There’s wine and glasses. Have some.”
“You make free with the lady’s table. As if—as if it is your table.”
“No,” Warner said. “That is not the way of it. But understand that the Lady Gwen and I are from the same lands. I have known her for many years. I know she would wish us to make ourselves comfortable.”
Caradoc went to the table and sat. He waited until Warner had poured for both of them, then drained his glass in one gulp. “It is not finished,” he said finally.