Telzey pointed an accusing finger.
“See you!” she announced, feeling a surge of relief which seemed as unaccountable as the rest of it.
The wraith twitched one ear in acknowledgment, the head outlines shifting as the camouflaged face turned towards Telzey. Then the inwardly uncamouflaged, very substantial-looking mouth opened slowly, showing Tick-Tock’s red tongue and curved white tusks. The mouth stretched in a wide yawn, snapped shut with a click of meshing teeth, became indistinguishable again. Next, a pair of camouflaged lids drew back from TT’s round, brilliant-green eyes. The eyes stared across the lawn at Telzey.
Telzey said irritably, “Quit clowning around, TT!”
The eyes blinked, and Tick-Tock’s natural bronze-brown color suddenly flowed over her head, down her neck and across her body into legs and tail. Against the side of the terrace, as if materializing into solidity at that moment, appeared two hundred pounds of supple, rangy, long-tailed cat . . . or catlike creature. TT’s actual origin had never been established. The best guesses were that what Telzey had found playing around in the woods five years ago was either a bio-structural experiment which had got away from a private laboratory on Orado, or some spaceman’s lost pet, brought to the capital planet from one of the remote colonies beyond the Hub. On top of TT’s head was a large, fluffy pompom of white fur, which might have looked ridiculous on another animal, but didn’t on her. Even as a fat kitten, hanging head down from the side of a wall by the broad sucker pads in her paws, TT had possessed enormous dignity.
Telzey studied her, the feeling of relief fading again. Tick-Tock, ordinarily the most restful and composed of companions, definitely was still tensed up about something. That big, lazy yawn a moment ago, the attitude of stretched-out relaxation . . . all pure sham!
“What is eating you?” she asked in exasperation.
The green eyes stared at her, solemn, watchful, seeming for that fleeting instant quite alien. And why, Telzey thought, should the old question of what Tick-Tock really was pass through her mind just now? After her rather alarming rate of growth began to taper off last year, nobody had cared any more.
For a moment, Telzey had the uncanny certainty of having had the answer to this situation almost in her grasp. An answer which appeared to involve the world of Jontarou, Tick-Tock, and of all unlikely factors—Aunt Halet.
She shook her head. TT’s impassive green eyes blinked.
* * *
Jontarou? The planet lay outside Telzey’s sphere of personal interests, but she’d read up on it on the way here from Orado. Among all the worlds of the Hub, Jontarou was the paradise for zoologists and sportsmen, a gigantic animal preserve, its continents and seas swarming with magnificent game. Under Federation law, it was being retained deliberately in the primitive state in which it had been discovered. Port Nichay, the only city, actually the only inhabited point on Jontarou, was beautiful and quiet, a pattern of vast but elegantly slender towers, each separated from the others by four or five miles of rolling parkland and interconnected only by the threads of transparent skyways. Near the horizon, just visible from the garden, rose the tallest towers of all, the green and gold spires of the Shikaris’ Club, a center of Federation affairs and of social activity. From the aircar which brought them across Port Nichay the evening before, Telzey had seen occasional strings of guesthouses, similar to the one Halet had rented, nestling along the park slopes.
Nothing very sinister about Port Nichay or green Jontarou, surely!
Halet? That blond, slinky, would-be Machiavelli? What could—?
Telzey’s eyes narrowed reflectively. There’d been a minor occurrence—at least, it had seemed minor—just before the spaceliner docked last night. A young woman from one of the newscasting services had asked for an interview with the daughter of Federation Councilwoman Jessamine Amberdon. This happened occasionally; and Telzey had no objections until the newscaster’s gossipy persistence in inquiring about the “unusual pet” she was bringing to Port Nichay with her began to be annoying. TT might be somewhat unusual, but that was not a matter of general interest; and Telzey said so. Then Halet moved smoothly into the act and held forth on Tick-Tock’s appearance, habits, and mysterious antecedents, in considerable detail.
Telzey had assumed that Halet was simply going out of her way to be irritating, as usual. Looking back on the incident, however, it occurred to her that the chatter between her aunt and the newscast woman had sounded oddly stilted—almost like something the two might have rehearsed.
Rehearsed for what purpose? Tick-Tock . . . Jontarou.
Telzey chewed gently on her lower lip. A vacation on Jontarou for the two of them and TT had been Halet’s idea, and Halet had enthused about it so much that Telzey’s mother at last talked her into accepting. Halet, Jessamine explained privately to Telzey, had felt they were intruders in the Amberdon family, had bitterly resented Jessamine’s political honors and, more recently, Telzey’s own emerging promise of brilliance. This invitation was Halet’s way of indicating a change of heart. Wouldn’t Telzey oblige?
* * *
So Telzey had obliged, though she took very little stock in Halet’s change of heart. She wasn’t, in fact, putting it past her aunt to have some involved dirty trick up her sleeve with this trip to Jontarou. Halet’s mind worked like that.
So far there had been no actual indications of purposeful mischief. But logic did seem to require a connection between the various puzzling events here . . . A newscaster’s rather forced-looking interest in Tick-Tock—Halet could easily have paid for that interview. Then TT’s disturbed behavior during their first night in Port Nichay, and Telzey’s own formless anxieties and fancies in connection with the guesthouse garden.
The last remained hard to explain. But Tick-Tock . . . and Halet . . . might know something about Jontarou that she didn’t know.
Her mind returned to the results of the half-serious attempt she’d made to find out whether there was something Tick-Tock “wanted her to do.” An open door? A darkness where somebody waited to grab her if she took even one step forwards? It couldn’t have had any significance. Or could it?
So you’d like to try magic, Telzey scoffed at herself. Baby games . . . How far would you have got at law school if you’d asked TT to help with your problems?
Then why had she been thinking about it again?
She shivered, because an eerie stillness seemed to settle on the garden. From the side of the terrace, TT’s green eyes watched her.
Telzey had a feeling of sinking down slowly into a sunlit dream, into something very remote from law school problems.
“Should I go through the door?” she whispered.
The bronze cat-shape raised its head slowly. TT began to purr.
Tick-Tock’s name had been derived in kittenhood from the manner in which she purred—a measured, oscillating sound, shifting from high to low, as comfortable and often as continuous as the unobtrusive pulse of an old clock. It was the first time, Telzey realized now, that she’d heard the sound since their arrival on Jontarou. It went on for a dozen seconds or so, then stopped. Tick-Tock continued to look at her.
It appeared to have been an expression of definite assent . . .
The dreamlike sensation increased, hazing over Telzey’s thoughts. If there was nothing to this mind-communication thing, what harm could symbols do? This time, she wouldn’t let them alarm her. And if they did mean something . . .
She closed her eyes.
* * *
The sunglow outside faded instantly. Telzey caught a fleeting picture of the door in the wall, and knew in the same moment that she’d already passed through it.
She was not in the dark room then, but poised at the edge of a brightness which seemed featureless and without limit, spread out around her with a feeling-tone like “sea” or “sky.” But it was an unquiet place. There was a sense of unseen things on all sides watching her and waiting.
Was this another form of the dark room—a trap set up in her mind? Telzey’s attention did a quick shift. She was seated in the grass again; the sunlight beyond her closed eyelids seemed to shine in quietly through rose-tinted curtains. Cautiously, she let her awareness return to the bright area; and it was still there. She had a moment of excited elation. She was controlling this! And why not, she asked herself. These things were happening in her mind, after all!
She would find out what they seemed to mean; but she would be in no rush to . . .
An impression as if, behind her, Tick-Tock had thought, “Now I can help again!”
Then a feeling of being swept swiftly, irresistibly forwards, thrust out and down. The brightness exploded in thundering colors around her. In fright, she made the effort to snap her eyes open, to be back in the garden; but now she couldn’t make it work. The colors continued to roar about her, like a confusion of excited, laughing, triumphant voices. Telzey felt caught in the middle of it all, suspended in invisible spider webs. Tick-Tock seemed to be somewhere nearby, looking on. Faithless, treacherous TT!