She uncovered a number of other portal traps. One of them, rather shockingly, was a wall portal indistinguishable from all the others she’d passed through. If she hadn’t been put on guard, there would have been no reason to assume it wasn’t the section exit she was trying to find. But a probe with the piping revealed there was a sheer drop beyond. The actual exit was a few yards farther on along the wall. She passed through a few larger sections of the type she’d had in mind as a place to get rid of Thrakell Dees, stocked with provisions sufficient to have kept him going for years, or until someone came to get him out. She stopped in one of them long enough to wash the Fossily tiger striping from her face.
And then she was in a section where it seemed she couldn’t go on. She’d been around the walls and come back to the portal by which she’d entered. She stood still, reflecting. She’d expected to reach a place like this eventually. What it would mean was that she had come to the limit of the area made open to Tscharen’s portal keys. There should be a second portal here—one newly provided with settings which could be activated only by keys carried now by the other three Alattas.
But she hadn’t expected to get to that point so soon.
Her gaze shifted to an area of flooring thirty feet away. There was a portal there. A trap. An invisible rectangle some eight feet long by six wide, lying almost against the wall. She’d discovered it as she moved along the wall, established its contours, gone around it.
She went back there now, tapping the floor ahead of her with the key pack until it sank out of sight. She drew it back, defined the outline of the portal with it again, moved up to the edge. She hadn’t stopped to probe the trap before; there’d been no reason for it. Now she reversed the piping, gripped it by the pack, let the other end down through the portal.
There was a pull on the piping. She allowed it to follow the pull. It swung to her left as if drawn by a magnet on the far side of the portal, until its unseen tip touched a solid surface. It stayed there. Telzey’s eyelids flickered. She moved quickly around to that end of the portal, knelt down beside it, already sure of what she’d found.
She pulled out the piping, reached through the portal with her arm, touched a smooth solid surface seemingly set at right angles to the one on which she knelt. She patted it probingly, lifted her hand away and let it drop back—pulled by gravity which also seemed set at right angles to the pull of gravity on this side of the portal. She shoved the piping through then, bent forward and came crawling out of the lower end of a wall portal into a new section.
* * *
Something like two hours after setting out from the big room with Thrakell Dees, she knew she’d reached the end of her route. She was now on the perimeter of the area the Alattas had made inaccessible to all others. She’d checked the section carefully. The only portal she could use here was the one by which she’d entered. Her key pack would take her no farther.
There was nothing to indicate what purpose this section originally had served. It was a sizable complex with a large central area, smaller rooms and passages along the sides. It was completely empty, a blank, lifeless place in which her footsteps raised hollow echoes. She laid the piping down by a wall of the central area, got her Tinokti street clothes out of the Fossily tool bag, changed to them, and sat down with her back to the wall.
A waiting game now. She leaned her head against the wall, closed her eyes. Mind screens thinned almost to the point of nonexistence, permitting ultimate sensitivity of perception. Meanwhile she rested physically.
Time passed. At last, her screens tightened in abrupt warning. She thinned them again, waited again.
Somewhere something stirred.
It was the least, most momentary of stirrings. As if ears had pricked quietly, or sharp eyes had turned to peer in her direction, not seeing her yet but aware there was something to be seen.
A thought touched her suddenly, like a thin cold whisper:
“If you move, make a sound, or think a warning, you’ll die.”
There was a shivering in the air. Then a great dagen crouched on the floor fifteen feet away, squatted back on its haunches, staring at Telzey. Swift electric thrills ran up and down her spine. This was a huge beast, bigger and heavier than the other two she’d seen, lighter in color. The small red eyes in the massive head had murder in them.
Her screens had locked instantly into a defensive shield. She made no physical motion at all.
The mind hound vanished.
Telzey’s gaze shifted to the left. A tall figure stood in a passage entrance, the Alatta woman Kolki Ming. For a moment, she studied Telzey, the Fossily bag, the length of piping with the attached key pack.
“This is a surprise!” she said. “We didn’t expect you here, though there was some reason to believe you were no longer Stiltik’s captive. You came alone?”
“Yes.”
The Alatta nodded. “We’ll see.”
She remained silent a minute or two, eyes fixed expressionlessly on Telzey. Telzey guessed the dagen was scouting through adjoining sections.
Kolki Ming said suddenly, “It seems you did come alone. How did you escape?”
“Stiltik put a Tolant in charge of me. Essu. We were off by ourselves.”
“And you took Essu under control?”
“Yes.”
“Where is he now?”
“He got killed. We ran into some of Boragost’s people.”
“A patrol in the ninety-sixth sector?”
“A big greenhouse.”
“You’ve been busy today!” Kolki Ming remarked. “That patrol was reported wiped out by gunfire. Tell me the rest of it.”
Neto Nayne-Mel wouldn’t be mentioned. Telzey gave a brief and fairly truthful account of her activities otherwise. She’d planned to get back to Tinokti at once, had realized by the time she reached the planetary exit why she couldn’t—that she didn’t know enough about the role the Alattas were playing in connection with the Tinokti circuit and in the Hub. She found then she’d worked Korm up too far to restrain him sufficiently. She and Thrakell Dees left for the sealed areas, while Korm went after the exit guards.
“Where is Boragost’s strangler now?” the Alatta asked.
“We had a disagreement. He fell through one of your portal traps.”
Kolki Ming shook her head slightly.
“And you’re here to find out what we’re doing,” she said. “The Elaigar have one dagen less at their disposal, which is no small advantage to us. We might seem to owe you the information. But we can’t let you take it to the Psychology Service. Essu’s body, incidentally, wasn’t found with the dead of the patrol.”
“We took him along and hid him somewhere else,” Telzey said. “I thought Stiltik mightn’t know yet that I’d got away.”
“She may not.” The Alatta considered. “We’re involved in an operation of extreme importance. Tscharen’s capture has forced us to modify it and made it much more difficult than it should have been. It will have to be concluded quickly if it’s to succeed. I’m not sure we can fit you in, but for the moment, at least, you’re coming with me. Let me have your gun.”
* * *
They emerged from a portal into a dark narrow street a few minutes later. The only light came from dim overhead globes. Looking back as they walked on, Telzey saw a dilapidated wall looming behind them. They’d stepped out of that. To right and left were small shabby houses, pressed close together. The cracked pavement was covered here and there by piles of litter. There was a stale smell in the air, and from somewhere arose a vague rumbling, so indistinct it seemed a tactile sensation rather than something heard.
“This section was some Phon’s private experimental project,” Kolki Ming said. “It doesn’t appear on any regular circuit map and the Elaigar never found it, so we’re using it as a temporary operations base.” She glanced about. “Some two hundred people were trapped here when the Elaigar came. They escaped the general killing but were unable to leave the section and died when their supplies gave out.”
She broke off. Something flicked abruptly through Telzey’s awareness—a brief savage flash of psi. There was a gurgling howl, and the dagen materialized across the street from them.
“Scag was waiting for us, hoping to remain unnoticed,” Kolki Ming said.
“He was going to attack?”
“If he got the chance. When he’s under light working controls, as at present, he needs careful watching.” They’d turned into another street, somewhat wider than the first, otherwise no different from it. On either side was the same ugly huddle of houses, lightless and silent. The mind hound was striding soundlessly along with them now, thirty feet away. The Alatta turned in toward one of the larger houses. “Here’s my watchpost.”