Tschai - Complete Part 31

Helsse slowly turned his head; Reith looked into eyes like lenses of black gla.s.s.

"Speak to me," urged Reith. "Helsse! Speak!"

Helsse opened his mouth, uttered a mournful croak. Reith drew back.

Helsse watched him incuriously, then returned to his inspection of the dancing field and the dim hills beyond.

Reith joined his comrades to the side where Zarfo poured him a pot of ale. "What of the Yao? Is he mad?"

"I don't know. He might be feigning. Or under hypnotic control. Or drugged."

Zarfo took a long draft from his pot, wiped the foam from his nose. "The Yao might think it a favor were we to cure him."

"No doubt," said Reith, "but how?"

"Why not call in a Dugbo pract.i.tioner?"

"What might that be?"

Zarfo jerked his thumb to the east. "The Dugbo have a camp back of town: s.h.i.+ftless folk in rags and tatters, given to thieving and vice, and musicians to boot. They wors.h.i.+p demons, and their pract.i.tioners perform miracles.""So you think the Dugbo can cure Helsse?"

Zarfo drained his pot. "If he is feigning, I a.s.sure you he won't feign long."

Reith shrugged. "We have no better occupation for a day or two.

"Exactly my way of thinking," said Zarfo.

The Dugbo pract.i.tioner was a spindly little man dressed in brown rags and boots of uncured leather. His eyes were a luminous hazel, his russet hair was confined in three greasy k.n.o.bs. On his cheek pale cicatrices worked and jumped as he spoke. He did not appear to consider Reith's requirements surprising and with clinical curiosity studied Helsse, who sat sardonically indifferent in one of the wicker chairs.

The pract.i.tioner approached Helsse, looked into his eyes, inspected his ears, and nodded as if a suspicion had been verified. He signaled the fat youth who a.s.sisted him, then ducking behind Helsse touched him here and there while the youth held a bottle of black essence under Helsse's nose.

Helsse presently became pa.s.sive and relaxed into the chair. The pract.i.tioner set heaps of incense alight and fanned the fumes into Helsse's face. Then, while the youth played a nose flute the pract.i.tioner sang: secret words, close to Helsse's ears. He put a wad of clay into Helsse's hand; Helsse furiously began to mold the clay and presently set up a mutter.

The pract.i.tioner signaled to Reith. "A simple case of possession. Notice: the evil flows from the fingers into the clay. Talk to him if you like. Be gentle but command, and he will answer you." "Helsse," said Reith, "describe your a.s.sociation with Adam Reith."

In a clear voice Helsse spoke. "Adam Reith came to Settra. There had been rumor and speculation, but when he arrived, all was different. By strange chance he came to Blue Jade, my personal vantage, and there I saw him first. Dordolio came after and in his rage maligned Reith as one of the 'cult': a man who fancied himself from the far world Home. I spoke with Adam Reith but learned only confusion. To clarify by acquiescence, third of the Ten Techniques, I took him to the headquarters of the 'cult' and received contradictions. A courier new to Settra followed us. I could not dramatically divert, sixth of the Techniques. Adam Reith killed the courier and took a message of unknown importance; he would not allow me inspection; I could not comfortably insist. I referred him to a Lokhar, again 'clarifying by acquiescence': as it eventuated, the wrong technique. The Lokhar read far into the message. I ordered Reith a.s.sa.s.sinated. The attempt was bungled. Reith and his band fled south. I received instructions to accompany him and penetrate his motivations. We journeyed east to the Jinga River and downstream by boat. On an island-" Helsse gave a gasping cry and sank back, rigid and trembling.

The pract.i.tioner waved smoke into Helsse's face and pinched his nose.

"Return to the 'calm' state, and henceforth, when your nose is pinched,return; this shall be an absolute injunction. Now then, answer such questions as are put to you."

Reith asked, "Why do you spy on Adam Reith?"

"I am obligated to do so; furthermore I enjoy such work."

"Why are you obligated?"

"All w.a.n.khmen must serve Destiny."

"Oho. You are a w.a.n.khman?"

"Yes."

And Reith wondered how he could ever have thought otherwise. Tsutso and the Hoch Hars had not been deceived: "Had you been Yao, all would not have gone so well," so had said Tsutso.

Reith glanced ruefully at his comrades, then turned back to Helsse.

"Why do the w.a.n.khmen keep spies in Cath?"

"They watch the turn of the 'round'; they guard against a renascence of the 'cult.' "

"Why?"

"It is a matter of stasis. Conditions now are optimum. Any change can only be for the worse."

"You accompanied Adam Reith from Settra to an island in the swamps.

What happened there?"

Helsse once more croaked and became catatonic. The pract.i.tioner tweaked his nose.

Reith asked, "How did you travel to Kabasas?"

Again Helsse became inert. Reith tweaked his nose. "Tell us why you cannot answer the questions?"

Helsse said nothing. He appeared to be conscious. The pract.i.tioner fanned smoke in his face; Reith tweaked his nose and, doing so, saw that Helsse's eyes looked in separate directions. The pract.i.tioner rose to his feet, and began to put away his equipment. "That's all. He's dead."

Reith stared from the pract.i.tioner to Helsse and back. "Because of the questioning?"

"The smoke permeates the head. Sometimes the subjects live: often, in fact. This one died swiftly; your questions ruptured his sensorium."

The following evening was clear and windy with puffs of dust racing over the vacant dancing field. Through the dusk men in gray cloaks came to the rented cottage. Within, lamps were low and windows shrouded; conversations were conducted in quiet voices. Zarfo spread an old map out on the table, and pointed with a thick black finger. "We can travel to the coast and down, but this is all Niss country. We can fare east around the Sharf to Lake Falas: a long route. Or we can move south, through the Lost Counties, over the Infnets and down to Ao Hidis: the direct and logical route."

Reith asked, "Sky-rafts aren't available?"Belje, the least enthusiastic of the adventurers, shook his head.

"Conditions are no longer as they were when I was a youth. Then you might have selected among half a dozen. Now there are none. Sequins and sky- rafts are both hard to come by. So now, in pursuit of the one, we lack the use of the other."

"How will we travel?"

"To Blalag we ride by power wagon, where perhaps we can hire some sort of conveyance as far as the Infnets. Thereafter, we must go afoot; the old roads south have been destroyed and forgotten."

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

FROM SMARGASH TO the old Lokhar capital, Blalag, was a three-day journey across a windy wasteland. At Blalag the adventurers took shelter at a dingy inn, where they were able to arrange transportation by motorcart to the mountain-settlement Derduk, far into the Infnets. The journey occupied the better part of two days under uncomfortable conditions. At Derduk the only accommodation was a ramshackle cabin which provoked grumbling among the Lokhars. But the owner, a garrulous old man, stewed a great cauldron of game and wild berries, and the peevishness subsided.

At Derduk the road south became a disused track. At dawn the now somewhat cheerless group of adventurers set forth on foot. All day they traveled through a land of rock pinnacles, fields of rubble and scree. At sundown with a chill wind sighing through the rocks they came upon a small black tam where they pa.s.sed the night. The next day brought them to the brink of a vast chasm and another day was spent finding a route to the bottom. On the sandy floor beside the river Desidea, on its way east to Lake Falas, the group camped, to be disturbed for much of the night by uncanny hoots and near-human yells, echoing and reechoing through the rocks.

In the morning, rather than attempt the south face of the precipice, they followed the Desidea and presently found a cleft which brought them out upon a high savannah rolling off into the murk.

Two days the adventurers marched south, reaching the extreme ramparts of the Infnets by twilight of the second day, with a tremendous vista across the lands to the south. When night came a sparkle of far lights appeared. "Ao Hidis!" cried the Lokhars in mingled relief and apprehension.

Over the minuscule campfire that night there was much talk of w.a.n.kh and w.a.n.khmen. The Lokhars were unanimous in their detestation of the w.a.n.khmen: "Even the Dirdirmen, for all their erudition and preening, are never so jealous of their prerogatives," declared jag Jaganig.

Anacho gave an airy laugh. "From the Dirdirman point of view w.a.n.khmen are scarcely superior to any of the other subraces."

"Give the rascals credit," said Zarfo, "they understand the w.a.n.kh chimes. I myself am resourceful and perceptive; still, in twenty-five years, I learned only pidgin chords for 'yes,' 'no; 'stop,' 'go; 'right; 'wrong,' 'good,'

'bad.' I must admit to their achievement."

"Bah," muttered Zorofim. "They are born to it; they hear chimes from the first instant of their lives; it is no great achievement.""One that they make the most of, however," said Belje with something like envy in his voice. "Think; they work at nothing, they have no responsibilities, but to stand between the w.a.n.kh and the world of Tschai, and they live in refinement and ease."

Reith spoke in a puzzled voice. "A man like Helsse now: he was a w.a.n.khman who lived as a spy. What did he hope to achieve? What w.a.n.kh interests did he safeguard in Cath?"

"w.a.n.kh interests-none. But remember, the w.a.n.khmen are opposed to change, since any alteration of circ.u.mstances can only be to their disadvantage. When a Lokhar begins to understand chimes he is sent away.

In Cath-who knows what they fear?" And Zarfo warmed his hands at the campfire.

The night pa.s.sed slowly. At dawn Reith looked toward Ao Hidis through his scanscope, but could see little for the mist.

Surly with tension and lack of sleep the group once more set off to the south, keeping to such cover as offered itself.

The city slowly became distinct; Reith located the dock where the Vargaz had discharged-how long ago it seemed! He traced the road which led through the market and north past the s.p.a.cefield. From the heights the city seemed placid, lifeless; the black towers of the w.a.n.khmen brooded over the water. On the s.p.a.cefield, plain to be seen, were five s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps.

By noon the party reached the ridge above the city. With great care Reith studied the s.p.a.cefield, now directly below, through his scanscope. To the left were the repair shops, and nearby a bulk-cargo vessel in a state of obvious disrepair, with scaffolds raised beside exposed machinery. Another s.h.i.+p, this the closest, at the back of the field, seemed to be an abandoned hulk. The condition of the other three vessels was not obvious, but the Lokhars declared them all operable. "It is a matter of routine," said Zorofim. "When a s.h.i.+p is down for overhaul, it is moved close to the shops.

The s.h.i.+ps in transit dock yonder, in the 'Load Zone."'

"It would seem then that three s.h.i.+ps are potentially suitable for our purposes?"

The Lokhars would not go quite so far.

"Sometimes minor repairs are done in the 'Load Zone,"' said Belje.

"Notice," said Thadzei, "the repair cart by the access ramp. It carries components, cases, and they must come from one of the three s.h.i.+ps in the 'Load Zone.' "

These were two small cargo s.h.i.+ps and a pa.s.senger vessel. The Lokhars favored the cargo s.h.i.+ps, with which they felt familiar. In regard to the pa.s.senger vessel, which Reith considered the most suitable, the Lokhars were in disagreement, Zorofim and Thadzei declaring it to be a standard s.h.i.+p in a specialized hull; Jag Jaganig and Belje equally certain that thiswas either a new design or an elaborate modification, in either case certain to present difficulties.

All day the group studied the s.p.a.cefield, watching the activity of the workshop and the traffic along the road. During the middle afternoon a black air-car drifted down to land beside the pa.s.senger vessel, which now obscured the view, but it appeared that there was a transfer between s.h.i.+p and air-car. Somewhat later Lokhar mechanics brought a case of energy tubes to the s.h.i.+p, which according to Zarfo was a sure signal that the s.h.i.+p was preparing for departure.

The sun sank toward the ocean. The men fell silent, studying the s.h.i.+ps which, hardly more than a quarter-mile distant, seemed tantalizingly accessible. Still the question lingered: Which of the three s.h.i.+ps in the "Load Zone" offered the maximum opportunity for a successful departure? The consensus favored one of the cargo s.h.i.+ps, only Jag Jaganig preferring the pa.s.senger s.h.i.+p.

Reith's nerves began to crawl. The next few hours would shape his future, and far too many variables lay beyond his control. Strange that the s.h.i.+ps should be guarded so lightly! On the other hand who was apt to attempt the theft of a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p? Probably not in the last thousand years had such an act occurred, if ever.

Dusk fell over the landscape; the group began to descend the mountainside. Floodlights illuminated the ground beside the warehouses, the repair shop, the depot in back of the loading zone. The remainder of the field remained in greater or less darkness, the s.h.i.+ps casting long shadows away from the lights.

The men scrambled the last few feet down to the base of the hill, crossed a path of dank marshland, and came to the edge of the field, and here they waited five minutes, watching and listening. The warehouses showed no activity; in the shops a few men still worked.

Reith, Zarfo and Thadzei went forth to reconnoiter. Crouching they ran to the abandoned hulk, where they stood in the shadows.

From the machine shop came the whine of machinery; from the depot a voice called something unintelligible. The three waited ten minutes. In the town at the back of the s.p.a.cefield long skeins of light had come into being; across the harbor the w.a.n.kh towers showed a few glimmers of yellow.

The machine shop became quiet; the workers appeared to be leaving.

Reith, Zarfo and Thadzei moved across the field keeping to the long shadows. They reached the first of the small cargo s.h.i.+ps, where again they halted to look and listen: there were no sounds, no alarms. Zarfo and Thadzei went to the entry hatch, heaved it open and entered, while Reith with beating heart stood guard outside.Ten interminable minutes pa.s.sed. From within came furtive sounds and once or twice a glimmer of light, which aroused in Reith an intense nervousness.

Finally the two Lokhars returned. "No good," grunted Zarfo. "No air, no energy. Let's try the other."

They stole quickly across the bands of light and shadow to the second cargo s.h.i.+p; as before Zarfo and Thadzei entered while Reith stood at the port. The Lokhars returned almost immediately. "Under repair," Zarfo reported glumly. "This is where the component cases come from."

They turned to look at the pa.s.senger vessel. "It's not a standard design,"

Zarfo grumbled. "Still, the instruments and layout may be familiar to us."

"Let's go aboard and look," said Reith. But now a light flared across the field. Reith's first thought was that they had been discovered. But the light played toward the pa.s.senger vessel. From the direction of the gate came a low easy-moving shape. The vehicle stopped beside the pa.s.senger vessel; a number of dark figures alighted-how many could not be ascertained in the glare. With a curiously abrupt and heavy motion, the figures entered the s.h.i.+p.

"w.a.n.kh," muttered Zarfo. "They're going aboard."

"It would mean that the s.h.i.+p is ready for departure," said Reith. "A chance we can't afford to miss!"

Zarfo demurred. "It's one thing to steal an empty s.h.i.+p, another coping with a half dozen w.a.n.kh, and w.a.n.khmen as well."

"How do you know w.a.n.khmen are aboard?"

"Because of the lights. w.a.n.kh project pulses of radiation and observe the reflections."

Behind them came a faint sound. Reith whirled to find Traz. "We became worried; you were gone so long."

"Go back; bring everyone here. If we have opportunity, we'll board the pa.s.senger s.h.i.+p. It's the only one available."

Traz vanished into the darkness. Five minutes later the entire group stood in the shadow of the cargo s.h.i.+p.

Half an hour went by. In the pa.s.senger s.h.i.+p shapes moved across the lights, performing activities beyond the comprehension of the nervous men. In husky whispers they debated possible courses of action. Should they try to storm the s.h.i.+p now? Almost certainly departure was in the offing. Such action was obviously reckless. The group decided to pursue a conservative course and return into the mountains to await a more propitious occasion. As they started back, a number of w.a.n.kh issued from the vessel and lurched to the vehicle, which almost immediately left the field. Within the s.h.i.+p lights still glowed. No further activity was evident.

"I'm going to give it a look," said Reith. He ran across the field, followed by the others. They mounted the ramp, pa.s.sed through an embarkationport into the s.h.i.+p's main saloon, which was unoccupied. "Everybody to his station," said Reith. "Let's take it up!"

"If we can," grumbled Zorofim.

Traz cried out a warning: turning, Reith saw that a single w.a.n.kh had entered the saloon, watching in nonplussed disapproval. It was a black creature somewhat larger than a man, with a heavy torso, a squat head from which two black lenses flickered at half-second intervals. The legs were short; the feet were played webs; it carried no weapons or implements; in fact wore no garment or harness of any sort. From a sound organ at the base of the skull came four reverberating chimes, which, considering the circ.u.mstances, seemed measured and unexcited. Reith stepped forward, pointed to a settee, to indicate that it should sit down.

The w.a.n.kh stood motionless, looking after the Lokhars who had gone their various ways, checking engines, energy, supplies, oxygen. The w.a.n.kh at last seemed to understand the events which were taking place. It took a step toward the exit port, but Reith barred the way and once again pointed to the settee. The w.a.n.kh loomed in front of him, the gla.s.sy eyes flickering.

Once again the chimes sounded, more peremptory than before.