The Godmen

Harlow went in after her. Taggart had a pocket-light and flashed it on.

* * *

In a bare little stone room without windows and with no furniture but a wooden cot, a young Ktashan man was babbling excitedly. He turned an eager, good-looking golden face toward Harlow and Taggart.

'I have told him,” Yrra said rapidly. “He will tell you everything he told Dundonald, if we get away.'

'Dundonald was my friend,” Brai said proudly, in imperfect English. “I learned many things from him. I learned your language—'

'That's fine,” said Harlow hastily, “but the main thing is to get out of this rat-trap quick. We can talk when we get back to the Thetis.'

They went out, and Taggart examined the stunned guard and then hauled him into the cell he had guarded.

'He'll come to in an hour or less,” said Taggart. “But if we're not back to the ships by then, we'll never be.'

Within fifteen minutes they had slipped back through the dark streets and were hurrying out onto the starlit plain.

Harlow could not believe it. He had felt a dismal certainty that they would be found and trapped in that labyrinthine monolith, and it still seemed impossible to him that they had gone in and got Brai and got out again without even a challenge. The fact that most of the Ktashans were out on the plain watching the Earth ships was all that had made it possible.

They went back in their wide circle to avoid the Ktashans on the plain, moving fast and not talking. In less than the hour Taggart had mentioned, they had circled clear around and were approaching the two starships from the side farthest away from the town.

The lights of Taggart's ship, the Sunfire, which was nearest to them, now shone brightly in the night. As they came toward it, Taggart uttered a low whistle. Next moment a half-dozen men appeared between them and the Sunfire, coming toward them.

'There was no need to Post men out here,” said Harlow, irritated.

'Ob, yes, there was,” Taggart said.

There was a mocking quality in his voice that Harlow had not heard before, and he turned quickly. The light from the Sunfire fell on Taggart's rawboned face, and he was smiling, and the gun in his hand was pointing at Harlow.

'I don't want to kill you but I don't particularly mind if I have to,” said Taggart. “Stand still.'

Harlow stared, too shocked for the moment to get it. “What the hell kind of a Survey captain are you—” he began, and then he got it. “You're no Star Survey man, and I was stupid enough to fall for it!'

'That's right,” said Taggart lightly. “But I told you the truth about one thing. The Cartel does have ships out hunting for Dundonald and the Vorn. And the Sunfire, for all that we pasted a Survey emblem on it, is one of those ships.'

The catastrophic implications of it hit Harlow. The Cartel who were after the Vorn and their secret had an efficient agent in Taggart. The man had followed him to ML441 in his hoaxed-up ship, had boldly gone in with him after Brai when he learned that Brai was the key to Dundonald and the Vorn, and now he would—

'Brai — Yrra — run!” yelled Harlow, and plunged straight at Taggart.

He was so mad right down to his roots that the gun facing him didn't matter. All that mattered was his raging resolution that Taggart's clever trick was not going to succeed.

Taggart hadn't quite expected that crazy lunge. He fired, but a moment too late, and the gun roared close beside Harlow's ear as he hit Taggart.

They went over onto the grass and rolled struggling, and in one of the moments he could see, Harlow glimpsed Yrra running like a deer with men after her, while other men had hold of Brai and were beating him into submission.

There were distant yells of alarm and Harlow knew the gun must have been heard by some of his own men at the Thetis. He struggled furiously in the grass with Taggart, to keep a second gunshot from tearing through his middle.

Then the world caved in on him.

The blow didn't feel like a blow, it felt like the sky falling. No, it was he who was falling, down through infinities of darkness and pain. One of Taggart's men had run up and hit him with something and his nerveless hands could no longer hold onto anything.

He heard a voice saying hoarsely, “The Survey men are coming!'

He heard Taggart's voice saying, “We've got to jump fast.'

Then he heard nothing and felt nothing for a time that seemed very long though later he knew he had only blacked out for a few moments. He struggled fiercely back to consciousness. He was lying in the grass and voices somewhere were yelling louder and the Sunfire loomed dark and big and still only a few hundred feet from him.

As Harlow tried to get up, the slim projecting ion-drive tubes along the keel and stern of the Sunfire shot forth their ghostly spume of light. Under the impetus of the drive, the ship rushed upward and a shock-wave of air hit Harlow and rocked him back off his feet.

The Sunfire was gone.

It had happened so fast, from the moment when Taggart's men had come out of the darkness, that Harlow still could not quite take it in.

Then his own men were around him, Kwolek and Garcia and the others, yelling to know what had happened. But Yrra clung to his arm and made herself heard above them.

'Brai! Where is Brai?'

Harlow looked around, his head aching and everything still in a fog. He spoke thickly, in her language.

'Brai's gone? Then they took him with them. They would, of course. He knows where Dundonald went and that's what Taggart is after.'

'What the devil is the Survey coming to anyway?” cried Kwolek, in tones of pure outrage. “One captain knocking out another and shooting and—'

'Taggart's not Survey, he was a fake and his ship was a fake,” Harlow said. He added bitterly, “And I fell for it, he fooled me one hundred percent.'

He pushed aside Kwolek's steadying hand. “I'm all right. We've got to take off fast. We're going to run down Taggart, and we mustn't let him get out of radar range. Move!'

They moved, running back to the Thetis, Kwolek bawling orders. But Yrra still clung fiercely to Harlow.

'I am going with you,” she said. “After Brai.'

He was about to tell her that she couldn't and then he thought better of it. She had helped Brai break out of his cell, and when her people found that out he didn't know what they would do to her.

'All right, but we've got to take off fast,” he said. “Come on.” He ran, stumbling a little, toward the Thetis. Kwolek came running to meet them, and there was rage on his round red face.

'No take-off — not for a while,” Kwolek said. “They were clever, blast them. Take a look at this.'

'This” was one of the Thetis' projecting stern ion-tubes. Someone with a cutting- torch had cut halfway through it where it came out of the hull.

'That tube has to be replaced,” said Kwolek, “or it'll blow high and handsome the minute we turn on the drive.'

Harlow thought that Taggart hadn't overlooked a thing.

As they stood, stricken into silence, they heard a distant roar of voices. It came from out on the dark plain. Torches, very many of them now, were moving out there, and they were moving fast toward the Thetis. The shouting of the men who carried them swelled louder.

'My people have found out that Brai escaped,” said Yrra. “They'll think we have Brai here, and—'

She did not need to finish. The intentions of the infuriated Ktashans were very clear.