Once in the city and in daylight they made no further attempt to avoid attention. Few PanAsians were about so early; members of the slave race scurried along the streets, on their way to their labors, but the master race still slept. The Americans who saw them stared briefly but did not stop them nor speak to them; native Americans had already learned the first law of police states: mind your own business; don’t be nosy!
Jeff deliberately sought out an encounter with a PanAsian policeman. He and Alec stepped down from the curb, switched on their shields and waited. No Americans were nearby; the presence of occupation police caused them to melt into walls. Jeff wet his lips and said “I’ll do the talking, Alec. ”
“Suits me.”
“Here he comes. Oh, my god, Alec, switch on your halo!”
“Huh?” Howe reached a finger up under his turban behind his right ear; the halo, shimmering iridescent light, sprang into being over his head.
It was a mere ionization effect, a parlor trick of the additional spectra, less mysterious than natural aurora, but it looked good.
“That’s better,” Jeff acknowledged, from the side of his mouth. “What’s the matter with your beard?”
“It keeps coming unstuck. I sweat.”
“Don’t let it come unstuck now! Here he comes — ” Thomas struck the benediction pose; Howe followed suit. Jeff intoned, “Peace be unto you,
Master!”
The Asiatic cop stopped. His knowledge of English was limited to halt, come along, and show your card; he depended on his club to keep the dogs in line. On the other hand he recognized the get up; it matched a picture on a notice newly posted in the barracks, this was one of the many silly things the slaves were allowed to do.
Still, a slave was a slave and must be kept in line. All slaves must bow; these slaves were not bowing. He cracked his club at the midriff of the nearer slave.
The nightstick bounced off before it reached the robed figure; the cop’s fingers tingled as if he swung on something quite hard. “Peace be unto you!” Jeff rumbled again and watched him narrowly. The fellow was armed with a vortex pistol; Jeff was not afraid of it but it was no part of his plan to let the creature discover that he was immune to the Emperor’s weapons. He was sorry that he had to use the shield against a blow from a stick and hoped that the PanAsian would not be able to believe the evidence of his own senses.
Certainly the man was startled. He looked at his stick, started to draw it back as if to swing again, then appeared to change his mind. He resorted to his meager supply of English. “Come along!”
Jeff raised his hand again. “Peace be unto you! It is not meet that the farjon should ripsnipe the cuskapads in the sight of the great lord Mota! Franchope!” He pointed to Howe.
The cop looked doubtful, then moved a few feet away to the street corner, glanced up and down and blew his whistle. Alec whispered, “What did you point to me for?”
“I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea. Watch it!”
Another cop came trotting up; the pair approached Howe and Thomas. The new one seemed to be in authority over the first; they held a short discussion in meaningless singsong, then the later arrival came close, drawing his pistol as he did so. “You fellow boys, come along now quick!”
“Come, Alec.” Thomas fell in with the policemen, switching off his shield as he did so. He hoped that Alec would notice that he had done so and conformed, it seemed a good notion not to advertise the existence of the shields — not yet, at least.
The PanAsian conducted them to the nearest police station. Jeff walked briskly along, giving unctuous blessings to one and all. As they neared the station the senior cop sent the other trotting on ahead. When the party arrived they found the officer in charge waiting in the doorway, apparently curious to see these queer fish his men had hooked.
He was both curious and very much on his toes; the officer knew the circumstances under which the unfortunate lieutenant who had first turned up these strange holy men had gone to his ancestors. He was determined not to make a mistake which would cause him to lose face.