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THE MAGIC LABYRINTH by Philip Jose Farmer

At the same time, the pilot house of the Not For Hire toppled forward. It seemed to those within it, Miller, Clemens, and Byron, the only ones left alive in the structure, that it fell slowly. But it did not, being attracted by gravity as fully as any other object. It crashed upon the foredeck of the hangar deck, and out of it hurled Clemens and Miller. Sam landed on top of the giant, whose own fall was softened somewhat by the padded and insulated uniform and helmet.

They lay there for several minutes dazed, bruised, deafened, bleeding, too numbed to realize that they were lucky to be alive.

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SAM CLEMENS AND JOE MILLER CLIMBED DOWN THE LADDER leading from the hangar deck. The fire raged behind them. Then they were on the hurricane deck. Joe carried his colossal axe in one hand. He said, “You okay, Tham?”

Sam did not reply. He grabbed one of the titanthrop’s fingers and pulled him oh around the corner. A bullet struck the bulkhead, its plastic fragments whizzing around them. None hit flesh, however.

“The Rex is right alongside us!” Clemens said.

“Yeah, I thaw that,” Joe said. “I think they’re going to try to board uth.”

“I can’t control my boat!” Sam cried. He looked as if he were going to weep.

Joe seemed as calm and as impervious to destruction as a mountain. He patted Sam on the shoulder. “Don’t vorry. The boat’ll chutht drift athyore. It von’t think. And ve’ll knock Chohn and hith aththholeth thilly.”

Then both were hurled to the deck. Sam lay for a while, groaning, unaware that the Not For Hire had ripped off a paddlebox and wheel of the Rex. During the firing that broke out as soon as the boats had come to a stop, he continued to lie with his face pressed against the cold hard deck. A hand reached down and grabbed his shoulder and picked him up by it. He yelled with agony.

“Thorry, Tham,” Joe rumbled. “I forgot mythelf.”

Sam held his one shoulder. “You dumbbell, I won’t ever be able to use that arm again!”

“You egthaggerate ath uthual,” Joe said. “You’re alive vhen by all rightth you thyouldn’t be. Tho am I. Tho get vith it, Tham. Ve got vork to do.”

Clemens looked up at the flight deck. The flames had by now covered not only that but had reached down into the hangar deck. There was not much to burn, however. The barrels of methanol that were usually stored there had been taken to the lowest deck before the battle had started. Though the flaming hydrogen was hot, it would burn itself out quickly.

As he thought this, he saw the flight deck cave in on itself. From this angle, he could only see its edges sticking out. But the crash that went with the falling parts told him that at least half of the structure had collapsed. And flame gusted out, like a dragon breathing at him.

Joe leaped forward, yelling, “Chethuth Chritht!”

He picked up Sam and continued forward until he had reached the edge of the hurricane deck. Then he dropped Sam.

“Tham, I think I’m burned!”

“Turn around,” Clemens said. On inspecting the back, he said, “You clown! The armor saved you. You may be a little hot under the collar, but you’re not hurt.”

Joe went back to get the axe he’d dropped. Sam looked at the bulk of the Rex. Its port side was against the starboard port prow of his boat. Grappling lines were being shot or hurled from both sides on all three of the lower decks, and the boarding bridges were already extended. The walkways and the ports and hatches, as far as he could see, were crowded with men and women. All were either firing at pointblank range or getting ready to attack as soon as the lines were secured. The boarding bridges would be manned in a very short time.

He did not have a gun. Fortunately, there were plenty on the decks, dropped from nerveless hands. He picked one up, checked its chambers, removed a bandolier from a corpse, put it on himself, and removed bullets from the belt to put in the pistol. Joe’s form loomed up from around the corner, startling him. He did not reproach Joe for being so silent, since Joe was supposed not to make noise. But he had thought his heart would stop.

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