“Was there?” Hansu displayed just the proper amount of interest.
“Maybe. Fella from Prime thought it was part of a tunnel, but they couldn’t clear it enough to be sure. But you’ll be all right if you take it slow and beam your lights down. You have to turn off to the left about two miles from here—”
“Any more chance of a cave-in?”
“Could be. There’s some ruins along it. I tell you, when we get past the barrier here, you cut your jopper in behind my trans and I’ll guide you.”
Hansu returned the proper thanks and in his own way faded into the general group where the talk now turned on the forest fire one driver had seen blazing that afternoon. A moment later the Blademaster’s hand closed on Kana’s arm.
17 — PRISONERS
“The coaster?”
“Passes at irregular intervals now, sir,” Kana reported gloomily. “We can’t depend on it being elsewhere—”
“Tough. If you knew this country we could split up and try to run for it separately.”
“Do you know the country, sir?”
“Enough to believe that I have found a way for us to get into Prime unseen. Once we are away from here—that is.”
“What we need, sir, is a diversion—”
“Hmm.” The Blademaster might or might not have caught that, for their conference was interrupted by a shout from the barrier and the drivers scattered to the parked vehicles. Some move was indicated.
Kana climbed back into the jopper, unable to see any way out of their present impasse. Though it was dusk, the fire in the field lighted this area and if they moved far forward they would come into the section flooded by the camp lights.
“Hey!”
Hansu leaned out in answer to that shout.
“You fellas with the joppers are to pull out to the right—that’s the new order. Wait ’til you get a space clear and then run out on the field.”
Had the police narrowed their hunt to the point they knew their prey was in a jopper? Kana wished, not for the first time that long day, that he had one of the Mech blasters from the ship. Now he was without any weapons—even the Grace Knife.
But Hansu moved now. From within the breast of his coverall the Blademaster produced a three-inch tube of metal. Slowly he licked it all over with finicky care and then stuck it under the edge of the control panel. The transport just ahead of them pulled up several yards and Hansu nosed their jopper to the right, as he did so snapping an order to his companion:
“Pull up the rear seat pad and draw it over here!”
Kana obeyed as they bumped from the smooth surface of the road to the field. Other joppers were emerging from the packed traffic, before and after them.
“Ready!” Hansu set a dial on the controls and kicked open his own door. “Jump!”
Kana slammed back the door and flung himself out, hitting the ground with a bruising jar and rolling over, scraping skin raw in the process of his rough advance. Before he lost momentum he turned that roll into a forward crawl. And he was still making a worm’s progress away from the road when the night split apart with a flash of fire and the sound of an explosion. The roar was succeeded by a confused shouting and the recruit cowered face down and motionless as the police coaster zoomed by on its way to the scene.
When that had gone he continued to crawl away from the light, making for a willow-lined watercourse he had noted earlier in the afternoon. And, though he expected any moment to be challenged, he made it safely, to tumble down the bank into a foot or so of cold water.
Reversing, he squirmed up once more so that his eyes were on a level with the road. Their jopper, ignited by the explosion Hansu had set, was burning briskly. The line of transports was jammed tight ahead and a crowd milled about the circle of light and heat. It was a very superior and successful diversion indeed. Only—had Hansu escaped as easily as he had?
Kana crawled eastward along the stream. Prime lay in this direction and if he found the Blademaster again it would be along this route. He became aware of movement ahead—stealthy but assured. Hansu? Or some policeman who had suspected what had really happened?
The recruit unbuckled the belt of his coverall and prepared to use it as he had the rifle sling on Fronn. The rustling stopped. Then came the faintest of whispers.
“Karr?”
“Yes, sir!”
“This way—”
Kana broke into a jog trot to keep up with his commander. They passed far to one side of the point of the police barrier where the glare of the lamps eclipsed that of the burning jopper. And now they crept half in the water until the illumination was behind. Hansu kept to their creek road until a rise in the ground and a turn in the sweep of the highway put both barrier and road out of sight.
“Where are we heading, sir?” Kana asked at last as they sloshed soggily up the bank behind a screen of trees and brush.
“To that river road the driver mentioned.” The Blademaster walked at a slower pace now, and he carried his right arm across his body, supporting it with his left hand.
“Are you hurt, sir?”
“Just scorched a little. Had to put that pad up on the seat before I jumped.”
Now Kana understood. Dimly seen by those who dared not venture too close to the flaming jopper, that seat pad might be mistaken for two occupants trapped within.
“Can’t I see to your burn, sir?” he persisted.
“Later—” Hansu appeared intent only in putting distance between them and the police.
And “later” was a long time away. The Blademaster’s sense of direction and his study of the map brought them out on a narrower road which cut away from the main highway southeast. Since there seemed to be little or no travel along it, they dared to walk in the open, making better time where the footing was sure.
The moon was up when Hansu slowed to a stop. He turned as if on a pivot until he had made a half circle. And Kana, imitating him, saw what his officer had been searching for—trenches cut into the earth just off the road.
“Your flash—” Hansu bit off the two words as if to say that much had cost him real effort.
Kana unlooped his hand torch, set it on low, and pointed the ray into the nearest of those gashes. There was broken masonry at the bottom of the excavation. These must be the ruins the driver had mentioned. Hansu counted the trenches audibly.
“—four—five—six. That’s the one—the sixth on the left—”
Kana’s beam flicked to number six and, as it picked out the stones and ancient brickwork at the bottom, Hansu slid awkwardly down into it. The recruit jumped after the Blademaster, trying to keep his footing in the rubble of embedded blocks. Though he had no idea of what his companion was seeking, he knew better than to ask any questions just then.
This trench was longer than the others, running farther back from the road, but at last they came to a pile of loose dead brush and stones which marked the end of the excavation. Hansu pulled at the brush with his left hand and Kana sprang forward to help. Under their tugging the stuff came away, to display a dark hole.
“What—?” Kana began.
“Underground ways—running into Prime—from the old days—” Hansu’s answer was broken by curious pauses and Kana swept the torch beam across the Blademaster’s face. Sweat trickled down through the grime and dust and under that Hansu wore the look of a man forcing himself to go on nerve alone.
But Kana sensed that this was no time to offer help. He allowed the light to travel on, back into the hole. And then he stepped into what was clearly a manmade tunnel. Under his boots were two strips of rust which must have once been metal rails.
These ancient ways were often almost death traps. As the Swordsmen advanced they passed side corridors choked with cave-ins and twice they had to dig through piles of gravel and earth. However, surprisingly, the further they went from the entrance, the better the condition. Kana could not believe that these hidden ways had been abandoned ever since the days of the nuke wars. And his suspicion of that was confirmed as he caught sight—in a side tunnel—of some metal shoring, which reflected the beam of the torch, undimmed by the prevailing damp.
The main passage which they followed widened as more and more side corridors emptied into it. This must have once been a main entrance to Prime, or rather to the now almost forgotten seaport upon the ruins of which Prime had been erected.