“Maulbow,” Gefty went on, speaking distinctly enough to make sure Maulbow heard, “has a gun, too. He’ll stay there in the passage and we’ll stay in the instrument room until we agree on what should be done. He’s responsible for what’s happened and seems to know where we are.”
He looked at Kerim’s frightened eyes, dropped his voice to a whisper. “Don’t let this worry you too much. I haven’t found out just what he’s up to, but so far his tricks have pretty much backfired. He was counting on taking us both by surprise, for one thing. That didn’t work, so now he’d like us to co-operate.”
“Are you going to?”
Gefty shrugged. “Depends on what he has in mind. I’m just interested in getting us out of this alive. Let’s hear what Maulbow has to say—”
Some minutes later Gefty was trying to decide whether it was taking a worse risk to believe what Maulbow said than to keep things stalled on the chance that he was lying.
Kerim Ruse, perched stiffly erect on the edge of a chair, eyes big and round, face almost colorless, apparently believed Maulbow and was wishing she didn’t. There was, of course, some supporting evidence . . . primarily the improbable appearance of their surroundings. The pencil-thin fire-spouter and the sleazy-looking “restrainer” had a sufficiently unfamiliar air to go with Maulbow’s story; but as far as Gefty knew, either of them could have been manufactured in the Hub.
Then there was the janandra—the big, snakish thing in the storage which Maulbow had brought back up from the moon along with the battered machine. It had been, he said, his shipboard companion on another voyage. It wasn’t ordinarily aggressive—Gefty’s sudden appearance in the vault must have startled it into making an attack. It was not exactly a pet. There was a psychological relationship between it and Maulbow which Maulbow would not attempt to explain because Gefty and Kerim would be unable to grasp its significance. The janandra was essential, in this unexplained manner, to his wellbeing.
That item was almost curious enough to seem to substantiate his other statements; but it didn’t really prove anything. The only point Gefty didn’t question in the least was that they were in a bad spot which might be getting worse rapidly. His gaze shifted back to the screens. What he saw out there, surrounding the ship, was, according to Maulbow, an illusion of space created by the time flow in which they were moving.
Also according to Maulbow, there was a race of the future, human in appearance, with machines to sail the current of time through the universe—to run and tack with the winds of time, dipping in and out of the normspace of distant periods and galaxies as they chose. Maulbow, one of the explorers, had met disaster a million light-years from the home of his kind, centuries behind them, his vehicle wrecked on an airless moon with damaged control unit and shattered instruments. He had made his way to a human civilization to obtain the equipment he needed, and returned at last with the Silver Queen to where the time-sailer lay buried.
Gefty’s lip curled. No, he wasn’t buying all that just yet—but if Maulbow was not lying, then the unseen stars were racing past, the mass of the galaxy beginning to slide by, eventually to be lost forever beyond a black distance no space drive could span. The matter simply had to be settled quickly. But Maulbow was also strained and impatient, and if his impatience could be increased a little more, he might start telling the things that really mattered, the things Gefty had to know. Gefty asked slowly, as if hesitant to commit himself, “Why did you bring us along?”
The voice from the passage snapped, “Because my resources were nearly exhausted, Rammer! I couldn’t obtain a new ship. Therefore I chartered yours; and you came with it. As for Miss Ruse—in spite of every precaution, my activities may have aroused suspicion and curiosity among your people. When I disappeared, Miss Ruse might have been questioned. I couldn’t risk being followed to the wreck of the sailer, so I took her with me. And what does that mean against what I have offered you? The greatest adventure—followed, I give you my solemn word, by a safe return to your own place and time, and the most generous compensations for any inconvenience you may have suffered!”
Kerim, looking up at Gefty, shook her head violently. Gefty said, “We find it difficult to take you on trust now, Maulbow. Why do you want to get into the instrument room?”
Maulbow was silent for some seconds. Then he said, “As I told you, this ship would not have been buffeted about during the moments of transfer if the control unit were operating with complete efficiency. Certain adjustments will have to be made in the unit, and this should be done promptly.”
“Where do the ship instruments come in?” Gefty asked.
“I can determine the nature of the problem from them. When I was . . . stranded . . . the unit was seriously damaged. My recent repairs were necessarily hasty. I—”
“What caused the crack-up?”
Maulbow said, tone taut with impatience, “Certain sections of the Great Current are infested with dangerous forces. I shall not attempt to describe them . . . ”
“I wouldn’t get it?”
“I don’t pretend to understand them very well myself, Rammer. They are not life but show characteristics of life—even of intelligent life. If you can imagine radiant energy being capable of conscious hostility . . . ”
There was a chill at the back of Gefty’s neck. “A big, fast-moving light?”
“Yes!” Sharp concern showed suddenly in the voice from the passage. “You . . . when did you see that?”
Gefty glanced at the screens. “Twice since you’ve been talking. And once before—immediately after we got tumbled around.”
“Then we can waste no more time, Rammer. Those forces are sensitive to the fluctuations of the control unit. If they were close enough to be seen, they’re aware the ship is here. They were attempting to locate it.”
“What could they do?”
Maulbow said, “A single attack was enough to put the control unit out of operation in my sailer. The Great Current then rejected us instantly. A ship of this size might afford more protection, which is the reason I chose it. But if the control unit is not adjusted immediately to enable it to take us out of this section, the attacks will continue until the ship—and we—have been destroyed.”
Gefty drew a deep breath. “There’s another solution to that problem, Maulbow. Miss Ruse and I prefer it, and if you meant what you said that you’d see to it we got back eventually—you shouldn’t object either.”
The voice asked sharply, “What do you mean?”
Gefty said, “Shut the control unit off. From what you were saying, that throws us automatically back into normspace, while we’re still close enough to the Hub. You’ll find plenty of people there who’ll stake you to a trip to the future if they can go along and are convinced they’ll return. Miss Ruse and I don’t happen to be that adventurous.”
There was silence from the passage. Gefty added, “Take your time to make up your mind about it, if you want to. I don’t like the idea of those lights hitting us, but neither do you. And I think I can wait this out as well as you can . . . ”
The silence stretched out. Presently Gefty said, “If you do accept, slide that fire-shooting device of yours into the room before you show up. We don’t want accidents.”
He paused again. Kerim was chewing her lips, hands clenched into small fists in her lap. Then Maulbow answered, voice flat and expressionless now.
“The worst thing we can do at present,” he said, “is to prolong a dispute about possible courses of action. If I disarm, will you lay aside your gun?”
“Yes.”
“Then I accept your conditions, disappointing as they are.”
He was silent. After a moment, Gefty heard the white rod clatter lightly along the floor of the passage. It struck the passage wall, spun off it, and rolled into the instrument room, coming to rest a few feet away from him. Gefty hesitated, picked it up and laid it on the wall table. He placed his own gun beside it, moved a dozen steps away. Kerim’s eyes followed him anxiously.
“Gefty,” she whispered, “he might . . . ”
Gefty looked at her, formed the words “It’s all right” with his mouth and called, “Guns have been put aside, Maulbow. Come on in, and let’s keep it peaceable.”
He waited, arms hanging loosely at his side, heart beating heavily, as quick footsteps came up the passage. Maulbow appeared in the entrance, glanced at Gefty and Kerim, then about the room. His gaze rested for a moment on the wall table, shifted back to Gefty. Maulbow came on into the room, turning towards Gefty, mouth twisting.