Space Viking Part 30

"And who is Prime Minister?" he asked. "Andray Dunnan?"

She looked slightly baffled for an instant then said, "Oh. No.

The Prime Minister is Crown Prince Edvard. No; Baron Cragdale.

That isn't a royal t.i.tle, so by some kind of a fiction I can't pretend to understand he is not Prime Minister as a member of the Royal Family."

"If you can't ..." the boy started.

"Steven! I forbid you to say that about ... Baron Cragdale. He believes, very sincerely, that the election was an expression of the will of the people, and that it is his duty to bow to it."

He wished Otto Harkaman were there. He could probably name, without stopping for breath, a hundred great nations that went down into rubble because their rulers believed that they should bow instead of rule, and couldn't bring themselves to shed the blood of their people. Edvard would have been a fine and admirable man, as a little country baron. Where he was, he was a disaster.

He asked if the People's Watchman had dragged their guns out from under the bed and started carrying them in public yet.

"Oh, yes. You were quite right; they were armed, all the time. Not just small arms; combat vehicles and heavy weapons. As soon as the new government was formed, they were given status as a part of the Planetary Armed Forces. They have taken over every police station on the planet."

"And the King?"

"Oh, he carries on, and shrugs and says, 'I just reign here.' What else can he do? We've been whittling down and filching away the powers of the Throne for the last three centuries."

"What is Prince Bentrik doing, and why did he think there was danger that you two would be used as hostages?"

"He's going to fight," she said. "Don't ask me how, or what with.

Maybe as a guerrilla in the mountains, I don't know. But if he can't lick them, he won't join them. I wanted to stay with him and help him; he told me I could help him best by placing myself and Steven where he wouldn't worry about us."

"I wanted to stay," the boy said. "I could have fought with him.

But he said that I must take care of Mother. And if he were killed, I must be able to avenge him."

"You talk like a Sword-Worlder; I told you that once before." He hesitated, then turned again to Princess Bentrik. "How is little Princess Myrna?" he asked, and then, trying to be casual, added, "and Lady Valerie?"

She seemed so clearly real and present to him, blue eyes and s.p.a.ce-black hair, more real than Elaine had been to him for years.

"They're at Cragdale; they'll be safe there. I hope."

XXIV

Attempting to conceal the presence on Tanith of Prince Bentrik's wife and son was pus.h.i.+ng caution beyond necessity. Admitted that the news would leak back to Marduk via Gilgamesh, it was over seven hundred light-years to the latter and almost a thousand from there to the former. Better that Princess Lucile should enjoy Rivington society, such as it was, and escape, for a moment now and then, from anxiety about her husband. At ten--no, almost twelve; it had been a year and a half since Trask had left Marduk--the boy Count of Ravary was more easily diverted. At last, he was among real s.p.a.ce Vikings, on a s.p.a.ce Viking planet, and he was trying to be everywhere and see everything at once. No doubt he would be imagining himself a s.p.a.ce Viking, returning to Marduk with a vast armada to rescue his father and the King from Zaspar Makann.

Trask was satisfied with that; as a host he left much to be desired.

He had his worries, too, and all of them bore the same name: Prince Viktor of Xochitl. He went over with Manfred Ravallo everything the captain of the _Black Star_ could tell him. He had talked once with Viktor; the lord of Xochitl had been coldly polite and noncommittal.

His subordinates had been frankly hostile. There had been five s.h.i.+ps on orbit or landed at Viktor's s.p.a.ceport beside the usual Gilgameshers and itinerant traders, two of them Viktor's own, and a big armed freighter had come in from Haulteclere as the _Black Star_ was leaving. There was considerable activity at the s.h.i.+pyards and around the s.p.a.ceport, as though in preparation for something on a large scale.

Xochitl was a thousand light-years from Tanith. He rejected immediately the idea of launching a preventative attack; his s.h.i.+ps might reach Xochitl to find it undefended, and then return to find Tanith devastated. Things like that had happened in s.p.a.ce-war. The only thing to do was sit tight, defend Tanith when Viktor attacked, and then counterattack if he had any s.h.i.+ps left by that time.

Prince Viktor was probably reasoning in the same way.

He had no time to think about Andray Dunnan, except, now and then, to wish that Otto Harkaman would stop thinking about him and bring the _Corisande_ home. He needed that s.h.i.+p on Tanith, and the wits and courage of her commander.

More news--Gilgamesh sources--came in from Xochitl. There were only two s.h.i.+ps, both armed merchantmen, on the planet. Prince Viktor had s.p.a.ced out with the rest an estimated two thousand hours before the story reached him. That was twice as long as it would take the Xochitl armada to reach Tanith. He hadn't gone to Beowulf; that was only sixty-five hours from Tanith and they would have heard about it long ago. Or Amaterasu, or Khepera. How many s.h.i.+ps he had was a question; not fewer than five, and possibly more. He could have slipped into the Tanith system and hidden his s.h.i.+ps on one of the outer uninhabitable planets. He sent Valkanhayn and Ravallo microjumping their s.h.i.+ps from one to another to check. They returned to report in the negative. At least, Viktor of Xochitl wasn't camped inside their own system, waiting for them to leave Tanith open to attack.

But he was somewhere, and up to nothing even resembling good, and there was no possible way of guessing when his s.h.i.+ps would be emerging on Tanith. The only thing to do was wait for him. When he did, Trask was confident that he would emerge from hypers.p.a.ce into serious trouble. He had the _Nemesis_, the _s.p.a.ce Scourge_, the _Black Star_ and _Queen Flavia_, the strongly rebuilt _Lamia_, and several independent s.p.a.ce Viking s.h.i.+ps, among them the _d.a.m.nthing_ of his friend Roger-fan-Morvill Esthersan, who had volunteered to stay and help in the defense. This, of course, was not pure altruism. If Viktor attacked and had his fleet blown to Em-See-Square, Xochitl would lie open and unprotected, and there was enough loot on Xochitl to cram everybody's s.h.i.+ps. Everybody's s.h.i.+ps who had s.h.i.+ps when the Battle of Tanith was over, of course.

He was apologetic to Princess Bentrik:

"I'm very sorry you jumped out of Zaspar Makann's frying pan into Prince Viktor's fire," he began.

She laughed at that. "I'll take my chances on the fire. I seem to see a lot of good firemen around. If there is a battle you will see that Steven's in a safe place, won't you?"

"In a s.p.a.ce attack, there are no safe places. I'll keep him with me."

The young Count of Ravary wanted to know which s.h.i.+p he would serve on when the attack came.

"Well, you won't be on any s.h.i.+p, Count. You'll be on my staff."

Two days later, the _Corisande_ came out of hypers.p.a.ce. Harkaman was guardedly noncommittal by screen. Trask took a landing craft and went out to meet the s.h.i.+p.

"Marduk doesn't like us, any more," Harkaman told him. "They have s.h.i.+ps on all their trade-planets, and they all have orders to fire on any, repeat any, s.p.a.ce Vikings, including the s.h.i.+ps of the self-styled Prince of Tanith. I got this from Captain Garravay of the _Vindex_. After we were through talking, we fought a nice little s.h.i.+p-to-s.h.i.+p action for him to make films of. I don't think anybody could see anything wrong with it."

"This order came from Makann?"

"From the Admiral commanding. He isn't your friend Shefter; Shefter retired on account of quote ill-health unquote. He is now in a quote hospital unquote."

"Where's Prince Bentrik?"

"n.o.body knows. Charges of high treason were brought against him, and he just vanished. Gone underground, or secretly arrested and executed; take your choice."

He wondered just what he'd tell Princess Lucile and Count Steven.

"They have s.h.i.+ps on all the planets they trade with. Fourteen of them. That isn't to catch Dunnan. That's to disperse the Navy away from Marduk. They don't trust the Navy. Is Prince Edvard still Prime Minister?"

"Yes, as of Garravay's last information. It seems Makann is behaving in a scrupulously legal manner, outside of making his People's Watchmen part of the armed forces. Protesting his devotion to the King every time he opens his mouth."

"When will the fire be, I wonder?"

"Huh? Oh yes, you were reading up on Hitler. That I don't know.

Probably happened by now."

He just told Princess Lucile that her husband had gone into hiding; he couldn't be sure whether she was relieved or more worried. The boy was sure that he was doing something highly romantic and heroic.

Some of the volunteers tired of waiting, after another thousand hours, and s.p.a.ced out. The _Viking's Gift_ of Beowulf came in with a cargo, and went on orbit after discharging it to join the watch.

A Gilgamesher came in from Amaterasu and reported everything quiet there; as soon as her captain had sold his cargo, with a minimum of haggling, he s.p.a.ced out again. His behavior convinced everybody that the attack would come in a matter of hours.

It didn't.