Rastignac became brisk. He said, 'We go to your castle, Giant. We use your smithy to put sharp points on our swords, points to slide through a man's body from front to back. Don't pale! That is what we must do. And then we pick up your goose that lays the golden eggs, for we must have money if we are to act efficiently. After that, we buy—or steal—a boat and we go to wherever the Earthman is held captive. And we rescue him.'
'And then?' said Lusine, her eyes shining with emotion.
'What you do then will be up to you. But I am going to leave this planet and voyage with the Earthman to other worlds.'
Silence. Then Mapfarity said, 'Why leave here?'
'Because there is no hope for this land. Nobody will give up his Skin.
Archambaud jerked a thumb at the Amphib girl. 'What about her people?'
'They may win, the water-people. What's the difference? It will be just the exchange of one Skin for another. Before I heard of the landing of the Earthman I was going to fight no matter what the cost to me or inevitable defeat. But not now.'
Mapfarity's rumble was angry. 'Ah, Jean-Jacques, this is not my comrade talking. Are you sure you haven't swallowed your Skin? You talk as if you were inside-out. What is the matter with your brain? Can't you see that it will indeed make a difference if the Amphibs get the upper hand? Can't you see
Rastignac urged the Renault towards the rose-colored lacy castle high upon a hill. The vehicle trotted tiredly along the rough and narrow forest path.
'What do you mean?' he said.
'I mean the Amphibs got along fine with the Ssassaror until a new element entered their lives—the Earthmen. Then the antagonising began. What is this new element? It's the Changelings—the mixture of Earthmen and Amphibs or Ssassaror and Terran. Add it up. Turn it around. Look at it from any angle. It is the Changelings who are behind this restlessness—the Human element.
'Another thing. The Amphibs have always had Skins different from ours. Our factories create our Skins to set up an affinity and communication between their wearers and all of Nature. They are designed to make it easier for every Man to love his neighbor.
'Now, the strange thing about the Amphibs' Skin is that they, too, were once designed to do such things. But in the past thirty or forty years new Skins have been created for one primary purpose—to establish a communication between the Sea-King and his subjects. Not only that, the Skins can be operated at long distances so that the King may punish any disobedient subject. And they are set so that they establish affinity only among the Waterfolk, not between them and all of Nature.'
'I had gathered some of that during my conversations with Lusine,' said Rastignac. 'But I did not know it had gone to such lengths.'
'Yes, and you may safely bet that the Changelings are behind it.'
'Then it is the human element that is corrupting?'
'What else?'
Rastignac said, 'Lusine, what do you say to this?'
'I think it is best that you leave this world. Or else turn Changeling-Amphib.'
'Why should I join you Amphibians?'
'A man like you could become a Sea-King.'
'And drink blood?'
'I would rather drink blood than mate with a Man. Almost, that is. But I would make an exception with you, Jean-Jacques.'
If it had been a Land-woman who made such a blunt proposal he would have listened with equanimity. There was no modesty, false or otherwise in the country of the Skin-wearers. But to hear such a thing from a woman whose mouth had drunk the blood of a living man filled him with disgust.
Yet, he had to admit Lusine was beautiful. If she had not been a blood-drinker....
Though he lacked his receptive Skin, Mapfarity seemed to sense Rastignac's emotions. He said, 'You must not blame her too much, Jean-Jacques. Sea-changelings are conditioned from babyhood to love blood. And for a very definite purpose, too, unnatural though it is. When the time comes for hordes of Changelings to sweep out of the sea and overwhelm the Landfolk, they will have no compunctions about cutting the throats of their fellow- creatures.'
Lusine laughed. The rest of them shifted uneasily but did not comment. Rastignac changed the subject.
'How did you find out about the Earthman, Mapfarity?' he said.
The Ssassaror smiled. Two long yellow canines shone wetly; the nose, which had nostrils set in the sides, gaped open; blue sparks shot out from it; at the same time the feathered tufts on the ends of the elephantine ears stiffened and crackled with red-and-blue sparks.
'I have been doing something besides breeding geese to lay golden eggs,' he said. 'I have set traps for Waterfolk, and I have caught two. These I caged in a dungeon in my castle, and I experimented with them. I removed their Skins and put them on me, and I found out many interesting facts.'
He leered at Lusine, who was no longer laughing, and he said, 'For instance, I discovered that the Sea-King can locate, talk to, and punish any of his subjects anywhere in the sea or along the coast. He has booster Skins planted all over his realm so that any message he sends will reach the receiver, no matter how far away he is. Moreover, he has conditioned each and every Skin so that, by uttering a certain code-word to which only one particular Skin will respond, he may stimulate it to shock or even to kill its carrier.'
Mapfarity continued, 'I analyzed those two Skins in my lab and then, using them as models, made a number of duplicates in my fleshforge. They lacked only the nerves that would enable the Sea-King to shock us.'
Rastignac smiled his appreciation of this coup. Mapfarity's ears crackled blue sparks of joy, his equivalent of blushing.
'Ah, then you have doubtless listened in to many broadcasts. And you know where the Earthman is located?'
'Yes,' said the Giant. 'He is in the palace of the Amphib King, upon the island of Kataproimnoin. That is only thirty miles out to the sea.'
Rastignac did not know what he would do, but he had two advantages in the Amphibs' Skins and in Lusine. And he burned to get off this doomed planet, this land of men too sunk in false happiness, sloth, and stupidity to see that soon death would come from the water.
He had two possible avenues of escape. One was to use the newly arrived Earthman's knowledge so that the fuels necessary to propel the ferry-rockets could be manufactured. The rockets themselves still stood in a museum. Rastignac had not planned to use them because neither he nor any one else on this planet knew how to make fuel for them. Such secrets had long ago been forgotten.
But now that science was available through the newcomer from Earth, the rockets could be equipped and taken up to one of the Six Flying Stars. The Earthman could study the rocket, determine what was needed in the way of supplies, then it could be outfitted for the long voyage.
An alternative was the Terran's vessel. Perhaps he might invite him to come along in it....
The huge gateway to Mapfarity's castle interrupted his thoughts.
VIII
He halted the Renault, told Archambaud to find the Giant's servant and have him feed their vehicle, rub its legs down with liniment, and examine the hooves for defective shoes.
Archambaud was glad to look up Mapfabvisheen, the Giant's servant, because he had not seen him for a long time. The little Ssassaror had been an active member of the Egg-stealer's Guild until the night three years ago when he had tried to creep into Mapfarity's strongroom. The crafty guildsman had avoided the Giant's traps and there found the two geese squatting upon their bed of minerals.
These fabulous geese made no sound when he picked them up with lead-lined gloves and put them in his
