That, however, might happen at any time.
* * *
She was seen twice on the way to the brightly lit big room where she and Tscharen had been captured, but nobody paid the purposefully moving mechanic any attention; and, of course, nobody saw Thrakell Dees. Another time they spotted an approaching Fossily work party led by a pair of Otessans, and got out of sight. They had to stay out of sight a while then—the mechanics were busy not at all far from their hiding place. Telzey drifted mentally about the Otessans, presently was following much of their talk.
There were interesting rumors going around about the accident in the headquarters compound of Stiltik’s command. The two had heard different versions. It was clear that the Suan Uwin’s mind hound had slipped its controls and made a shambles of the place. Stiltik’s carelessness . . . or could wily old Boragost have had a hand in that slipping? They argued the point. The mind hound was dead; so were an unspecified number of Stiltik’s top officers. Neither fact would hurt Boragost! But how could he have gone about it?
Stiltik, unfortunately, wasn’t among the casualties. She’d killed the dagen herself. Telzey thought it might at least keep her mind off the human psi for a while, though that wasn’t certain. The ambushed Boragost patrol apparently hadn’t been missed yet; nor was there mention of a maniac Sattaram who’d tried to wipe out the guards at Planetary Exit Three. The circuit should be simmering with rumors and speculations presently.
They reached the big room at last. Telzey motioned Thrakell to stand off to one side, then went toward the paneled wall through which she’d stepped with Tscharen, trying to remember the exact location of the portal. Not far from the centerline of the room. . . . She came to that point, and no dim portal outline appeared in the wall. She turned right, moved along the wall, left hand sliding across the panels. Eight steps on, her hand dipped into the wall. Now the portal was there in ghostly semivisibility.
She turned, beckoned to Thrakell Dees.
She’d memorized the route along which Tscharen had taken her, almost automatically, but thinking even then it wasn’t impossible she’d be returning over it by herself. She found now she had very little searching to do. It helped that these were small circuit sections, a few rooms cut here and there out of Tinokti’s buildings. It helped, too, that Thrakell remained on his best behavior. When they passed through the glimmering of a portal into another dim hall or room, he was closer to her than she liked, but that couldn’t be avoided. Essu’s gun was in a pocket on the side she kept turned away from him. Between portals he walked ahead of her without waiting to be told.
He knew they’d entered a sealed area and should know they were getting close to the place where she’d been brought into the circuit. Neither of them mentioned it. Telzey felt sure he didn’t have the slightest intention of letting her look into his mind, couldn’t afford to do it. What he did intend, beyond getting one of the key packs, remained obscure. Not a trickle of comprehensible thought had come through the blur of reproduced alien patterns, which now seemed to change from moment to moment as if Thrakell were mimicking first one species, then another. He might be trying to distract her. She had no further need of him as a guide; in fact, he soon could become a liability. The question was what to do with him.
She located the eight portals along the route in twice as many minutes. Then, at the end of a passage, there was a door. She motioned Thrakell aside again, tried the handle, drew the door back, and was looking down one side of the L-shaped room into which she’d been transported from the Luerral Circuit. The other door, the one by which the three Alattas had entered, stood open. The big wall closet they’d used for storage was also open. A stink of burned materials came from it. So Stiltik’s searchers had been here.
She glanced at Thrakell. His intent little eyes met hers for an instant. She indicated the room. “Stand over there against the wall! I want to look around. And keep quiet—Stiltik had gadgets installed here. They just might still be operating.”
He nodded, entered the room and stopped by the wall. Telzey went past him, to the corner of the ell. There were no signs of damage in the other part of the room. The portal which had brought her into the circuit might still be there, undetected, and one of the keys Tscharen had carried might activate it.
She’d wanted to find out about that. In an emergency, it could be the last remaining way of escape.
There was an abrupt crashing sound high above her, to her left. Startled, she spun around, looking up.
Something whipped about her ankles and drew her legs together in a sudden violent jerk, throwing her off balance.
Chapter 9
She went down, turning, as the metal ring Thrakell had pitched against the overhead window strip to deflect her attention clattered to the floor. The Fossily bag on her back padded her fall. Thrakell, plunging toward her, came to an abrupt stop five feet away.
“You almost made it!” Telzey said softly. “But don’t you dare move now!”
He looked at the gun pointed at his middle. His face whitened. “I meant no harm! I—”
“Don’t talk either, Thrakell. You know I may have to kill you. So be careful!”
Thrakell was silent then. Telzey got into a sitting position, drew her legs up, looked at her ankles and back at Thrakell. The thing that clamped her legs together, held them locked tightly enough to be painful, was the round white cord which had been wrapped about his waist as a belt. No belt—a weapon, and one which had fooled Essu and his search instruments.
“How do you make it stop squeezing and come loose?” she asked.
It seemed there were controls installed in each tapered end of the slick white rope. Telzey told Thrakell to get down on hands and knees, stretched her legs out toward him, and had him crawl up until he could reach her ankles and free her. Then she edged back, got to her feet. The gun had remained pointed at Thrakell throughout. “Show me how to work it,” she said.
Thrakell looked glum, but showed her. It was simple enough. Hold the thing by one end, press the setting that prepared it to coil with the degree of force desired. Whatever it touched next was instantly wrapped up.
Telzey put the information to use, and the device soon held Thrakell’s wrists pinned together behind him.
“Now let me explain,” he said. He cleared his throat. “I realized the circuit exit of which you spoke must be somewhere nearby—probably in this room! I was afraid you might have decided to use it and leave me here. I only wanted to be certain you didn’t. Surely, you understand, that?”
“Just stay where you are,” Telzey said.
The key packs she carried evoked no portal glimmer anywhere in the big room. The one which had transported her here probably had been destructured immediately afterwards. So there’d be no emergency escape open to her now by that route. Part of one of the walls of the adjoining room had been blasted away, down to the point where its materials were turned into unyielding slickness by the force field net pressing against them.
Telzey looked at the spot a moment. There had been a portal there, the one by which the three Alattas had entered. But Stiltik’s search party had located it, and made sure it wouldn’t be used again. No other portal led away from the room.
She went back into the big room, told Thrakell, “Go stand against the wall over there, facing me.”
“Why?” he said warily.
“Go ahead. We have to settle something.”
Thrakell moved over to the wall with obvious reluctance. “You haven’t accepted my explanation?”
“No,” Telzey said.
“If I’d wanted to hurt you, I could have set the cord as easily to break your legs!”
“Or my neck,” Telzey agreed. “I know you weren’t trying to do that. But I have to find out what you were trying to do. So get rid of that blur over your mind, and open your screens.”
“I’m afraid that’s impossible,” Thrakell said.
“You won’t do it?”
“I’m unable to do it. I can dispel one pattern only by forming another.” Thrakell shrugged, smiled. “I have no psi screen otherwise, and my mind evidently refuses to expose itself! I can do nothing about it consciously.”
“That’s about what I told Stiltik when she wanted me to open my screens,” Telzey said thoughtfully. “She didn’t believe me. I don’t believe you either.” She took Essu’s gun from her pocket.