There were a few qualifying considerations.
“Of course,” he pointed out to Kerim, “all we can really say immediately is that we’re back in normspace and somewhere in the galaxy.”
She smiled shakily. “Isn’t that saying quite a lot, Gefty?”
“It’s something.” Gefty glanced around the instrument room. He had placed an emergency light on the console, but except for that, the control compartment was in darkness. The renewed battering the Queen had absorbed had knocked out the power in the forward section. The viewscreens were black, every instrument dead. But he’d seen the stars of normspace through the torn vault floor. It was something . . .
“We might have the light that slugged us to thank for that,” he said. “I’m not sure just what did happen there, but it could have been Maulbow’s control unit it was attacking rather than the ship. Maulbow said the lights were sensitive to the unit. At any rate, we’re here, and we’re rid of the gadget—and of the janandra.” He hesitated. “I just don’t feel you should get your hopes too high. We may find out we’re a very long way from the Hub.”
Kerim’s large eyes showed a degree of confidence which made him almost uncomfortable. “If we are,” she said serenely, “you’ll get us back somehow.”
Gefty cleared his throat. “Well, we’ll see. If the power shutoff is something the Queen’s repair scanners can handle, the instruments will come back on any minute. Give the scanners ten minutes. If they haven’t done it by that time, they can’t do it and I’ll have to play repairman. Then, with the instruments working, we can determine exactly where we are.”
Unless, he told himself silently, they’d wound up in a distant cluster never penetrated by the Federation’s mapping teams. And there was the other little question of where they now were in time. But Kerim looked rosy with relief, and those details could wait.
He took up another emergency light, switched it on and said, “I’ll see how Maulbow is doing while we’re waiting for power. If the first aid treatment has pulled him through so far, the autosurgeon probably can fix him up.”
Kerim’s face suddenly took on a guilty expression. “I forgot all about Mr. Maulbow!” She hesitated. “Should I come along?”
Gefty shook his head. “I won’t need help. And if it’s a case for the surgeon, you wouldn’t like it. Those things work painlessly, but it gets to be a mess for awhile.”
He shut off the light again when he reached the sick bay which was running on its independent power system. As he opened the cabin door from the dispensary, carrying the autosurgeon, it became evident that Maulbow was still alive, but that he might be in delirium. Gefty placed the surgeon on the table, went over to the bed and looked at Maulbow.
To the extent that the emergency treatment instruments’ cautious restraints permitted, Maulbow was twisting slowly about on the bed. He was speaking in a low, rapid voice, his face distorted by emotion. The words were not slurred, but they were in a language Gefty didn’t know. It seemed clear that Maulbow had reverted mentally to his own time, and for some seconds he remained unaware that Gefty had entered the room. Then, surprisingly, the slitted blue eyes opened wider and focused on Gefty’s face. And Maulbow screamed with rage.
Gefty felt somewhat disconcerted. For the reason alone that he was under anesthetic, Maulbow should not have been conscious. But he was. The words were now ones Gefty could understand, and Maulbow was telling him things which would have been interesting enough under different circumstances. Gefty broke in as soon as he could.
“Look,” he said quietly, “I’m trying to help you, I . . . ”
Maulbow interrupted him in turn, not at all quietly. Gefty listened a moment longer, then shrugged. So Maulbow didn’t like him. He could say honestly that he’d never liked Maulbow much, and what he was hearing made him like Maulbow considerably less. But he would keep the man from the future alive if he could.
He positioned the autosurgeon behind the head of the bed to allow the device to begin its analysis, stood back at its controls where he could both follow the progress it made and watch Maulbow without exciting him further by remaining within his range of vision. After a moment, the surgeon shut off the first-aid instruments and made unobtrusive use of a heavy tranquilizing drug. Then, it waited.
Maulbow should have lapsed into passive somnolence thirty seconds afterwards. But the drug seemed to produce no more effect on him mentally than the preceding anesthetic. He raged and screeched on. Gefty watched him uneasily, knowing now that he was looking at insanity. There was nothing more he could do at the moment—the autosurgeon’s decisions were safer than any nonprofessional’s guesswork. And the surgeon continued to wait.
Then, abruptly, Maulbow died. The taut body slumped against the bed and the contorted features relaxed. The eyes remained half open; and when Gefty came around to the side of the bed, they still seemed to be looking up at him, but they no longer moved. A thin trickle of blood started from the side of the slack mouth and stopped again.
The control compartment was still darkened and without power when Gefty returned to it. He told Kerim briefly what had happened, added, “I’m not at all sure now he was even human. I’d rather believe he wasn’t.”
“Why’s that, Gefty?” She was studying his expression soberly.
Gefty hesitated, said, “I thought at first he was furious because we’d upset his plans. But they weren’t his plans . . . they were the janandra’s. He wasn’t exactly its servant. I suppose you’d have to say he was something like a pet animal.”
Kerim said incredulously, “But that isn’t possible! Think of how intelligently Mr. Maulbow . . . ”
“He was following instructions,” Gefty said. “The janandra let him know whatever it wanted done. He was following instructions again when he tried to kill me after I’d got away from the thing in the vault. The real brain around here was the janandra . . . and it was a real brain. With a little luck it would have had the ship.”
Kerim smiled briefly. “You handled that big brain rather well, I think.”
“I was the one who got lucky,” Gefty said. “Anyway, where Maulbow came from, it’s the janandra’s kind that gives the orders. And the thing is, Maulbow liked it that way. He didn’t want it to be different. When the light hit us, it killed the janandra on the outside of the ship. Maulbow felt it happen and it cracked him up. He wanted to kill us for it. But since he was helpless, he killed himself. He didn’t want to be healed—not by us. At least, that’s what it looks like.”
He shrugged, checked his watch, climbed out of the chair. “Well,” he said, “the ten minutes I gave the Queen to turn the power back on are up. Looks like the old girl couldn’t do it. So I’ll—”
The indirect lighting system in the instrument room went on silently. The emergency light flickered and went out. Gefty’s head came around.
Kerim was staring past him at the screens, her face radiant.
“Oh, Gefty!” she cried softly. “Oh, Gefty! Our stars!”
“Green dot here is us,” Gefty explained, somewhat hoarsely. He cleared his throat, went on, “Our true ship position, that is—” He stopped, realizing he was talking too much, almost babbling, in an attempt to take some of the tension out of the moment. The next few seconds might not tell them where they were, but it would show whether they had been carried beyond the regions of space charted by Federation instruments. Which would mean the difference between having a chance—whether a good chance or a bad one—of getting home eventually, and the alternative of being hopelessly lost.
There had been nothing recognizably familiar about the brilliantly dense star patterns in the viewscreens, but he gave no further thought to that. Unless the ship’s exact position was known or one was on an established route, it was a waste of time looking for landmarks in a sizable cluster.
He turned on the basic star chart. Within the locator plate the green pinpoint of light reappeared, red-ringed and suspended now against the three-dimensional immensities of the Milky Way. It stayed still a moment, began a smooth drift towards Galactic East. Gefty let his breath out carefully. He sensed Kerim’s eyes on him but kept his gaze fixed on the locator plate.
The green dot slowed, came to a stop. Gefty’s finger tapped the same button four times. The big chart flicked out of existence, and in the plate three regional star maps appeared and vanished in quick succession behind it. The fourth map stayed. For a few seconds, the red-circled green spark was not visible here. Then it showed at the eastern margin of the map, came gliding forwards and to the left, slowed again and held steady. Now the star map began to glide through the locator plate, carrying the fixed green dot with it. It brought the dot up to dead center point in the locator plate and stopped.