Why not give these barbarians a chance, and the colonists. Sure, he was breaking the stiffest rule of the Service. But, perhaps by now the flitter was gone, he might never reach the RS 10. It was not his war, right enough. But he’d give the weaker side a fighting chance.
Dalgard followed him into the globe ship, climbing the ladders to the engine level, watching with curious eyes as Raf inspected the driving power of the ship and made the best .disposition possible of one of the bombs.
Then they were on the ladder once more as the ship shook under them, plates buckling as a great wound tore three decks apart. Raf laughed recklessly. Now that he was committed to this course, he had a small-boy delight in the destruction.
“They won’t raise her again in a hurry,” he confided to Dalgard. But the other did not share his triumph.
“They come-we must move fast,” the scout urged.
When they jumped from the hatch, they discovered that the mermen had been busy in their turn. As many of the supplies as they could move had been pushed and piled into one great mass. Broken crystal littered the floor in shards, and puddles of strange chemicals mingled smells to become a throat-rasping fog. Raf eyed those doubtfully. Some of those fumes might combine in the blast.
Once again Dalgard read his mind and waved the merman back, sending them through the door to the ramp and the lower engine room. Raf stood in the doorway, the bomb in his hand, knowing that it was time for him to make the most accurate cast of his life.
The sphere left his fingers, was a gleam in the murky air. It struck the pile of material. Then the whole world was hidden by a blinding glare.
It was dark-black dark. And he was swinging back and forth through this total darkness. He was a ball, a blast bomb being tossed from hand to hand through the dark by painted warriors who laughed shrilly at his pain, tossed through the dark. Fear such as he had never known, even under the last acceleration pressure of the take; off from Terra, beat through Raf’s veins away from his laboring heart. He was helpless in the dark!
“Not alone-“ the words came out of somewhere, he didn’t know whether he heard them, or, in some queer way, felt them. “You are safe-not alone.”
That brought a measure of comfort. But he was still in the dark, and he was moving-he could not will his hands to move-yet he was moving. He was being carried!
The flitter-he was back on the flitter! They were airborne. But who was piloting?
“Captain Soriki!” he appealed for reassurance. And then was aware that there was no familiar motor hum, none of that pressure of rushing air to which he had been so long accustomed that he missed it only now.
“You are safe-“ again that would-be comfort. But Raf tried to move his arms, twist his body, be sure that he rested in the flitter. Then another thought, only vaguely alarming at first, but which grew swiftly to panic proportion she was in the alien globe- He was a prisoner!
“You are safe!” the words beat in his mind.
“But where-where?” he felt as if he were screaming that at the full power of his lungs. He must get out of this dark envelope, be free. Free! Free Men- He was Raf Kurbi of the Federation of Free Men, member of the crew of the Spacer RS 10, But there had been something else about free men.
Painfully he pulled fragments of pictures out of the past, assembled a jigsaw of wild action. And all of it ended in a blinding flash, blinding!
Raf cowered mentally if not physically, as his mind seized upon that last word. The blinding flash, then this depth of darkness. Had he been-?
“You are safe.”
Maybe he was safe, he thought, with an anger born of honest fear, but was he-blind? And where was he? What had happened to him since that moment when the blast bomb had exploded?
“I am blind,” he spat out, wanting to be told that his fears were only fears and not the truth.
“Your eyes are covered,” the answer came quickly enough, and for a short space he was comforted until he realized that the reply was not a flat denial of his statement.
“Soriki?” he tried again. “Captain? Lablet?”
“Your companions”-there was a moment of hesitation, and then came what he was sure was the truth-“have escaped. Their ship took to the air when the Center was invaded.”
So, he wasn’t on the flitter. That was Raf’s first reaction. Then, he must still be with the mermen, with the young stranger who claimed to be one of a lost Terran colony. But they couldn’t leave him behind! Raf struggled against the power which held him motionless.
“Be quiet!” That was not soothing; it had the snap of a command, so sharp and with such authority in it that he obeyed. “You have been hurt; the gel must do its work. Sleep now. It is good to sleep-“
Dalgard walked by the hammock, using all the quieting power he possessed to ease the stranger, who now bore little. resemblance to the lithe, swiftly moving, other-worldly figure: of the day before. Stripped of his burnt rags of clothing, coated with the healing stuff of the merpeople-that thick’ jelly substance which was their bulwark against illness and: hurt-lashed into a hammock of sea fibers, he had the out-; ward appearance of a thick bundle of supplies. The scout had seen miracles of healing performed by the gel, he could only hope for one now. “Sleep-“ he made the soothing: suggestion over and over and felt the other begin to relax” to sink into the semi coma in which he must rest for at least another day.
It was true that they had watched the strange flying a machine take off from a roof top. And none of the mermen who had survived the battle which had raged through the,’ city had seen any of the off-wonder’s kind among the living’ or the dead of the alien forces. Perhaps, thinking Raf dead,: they had returned to their space ship.
Now there were other, more immediate, problems to be met. They had done everything that they could to insure: the well-being of the stranger, without whom they could: not have delivered that one necessary blow which meant a new future for Astra.
The aliens were not all dead. Some had gone down under: the spears of the mermen, but more of the sea people had died by the superior weapons of their foes. To the aliens, un-. till they discovered what had happened to the globe and its:. cargo, it would seem an overwhelming triumph, for less than a quarter of the invading force fought its way back to:. safety in the underground ways. Yes, it would appear to be a victory for Those Others. But-now time was on the other:. side of the scales.
Dalgard doubted if the globe would ever fly again. And the loss of the storehouse plunder could never be repaired.” By its destruction they had insured the future for their: people, the mermen, the slowly growing settlement at Homeport.
They were well out of the city, in the open country, traveling along a rocky gorge, through which a river provided a highway to the sea. Dalgard had no idea as yet how he could win back across the waste of water to his own people. While the mermen with whom he had stormed the city were friendly, they were not of the tribes he knew, and their own connection with the eastern continent was through messages passed between islands and the depths.
Then there was the stranger- Dalgard knew that the ship which had brought him to this planet was somewhere in the north. Perhaps when he recovered, they could travel in that direction. But for the moment it was good just to be free, to feel the soft winds of summer lick his skin, to walk slowly under the sun, carrying the little bundle of things which belonged to the stranger, with a knife once more at his belt and friends about him.
But Within the quarter-hour their peace was broken. Dalgard heard it first, his landsman’s ears serving him where the complicated sense which gave the sea people warning did not operate. That shrill keening-he know it of old. And at his warning the majority of the mermen plunged into the stream, becoming drifting shadows below the surface of the water. Only the four who were carrying the hammock stood their ground. But the scout, having told them to deposit their burden under the shelter of an overhanging ledge of rock, waved them to join their fellows. Until that menace in the sky was beaten, they dare not travel overland.