The Star Kings

The ships landed ponderously in docks of the naval spaceport. Gordon and Lianna, with Hull Burrel and Captain Val Marlann, emerged from the Ethne to be met by a solid mass of armed guards.

Two officers walked toward them, and with them came Orth Bodmer, the Chief Councilor Bodmer's thin face was lined with deep worry as he confronted Gordon.

'Highness, this is a sorry homecoming!' he faltered. 'God send you can prove your innocence!'

'Jhal Arn has kept our return and what happened out there off the Pleiades, a secret?' Gordon asked quickly.

Orth Bodmer nodded. 'His Highness is waiting for you now. We are to go at once to the palace by tubeway. I must warn you that these guards have orders to kill instantly if any of you attempt resistance.'

They were swiftly searched for weapons, and then led toward the tubeway. Guards entered the cars with them. They had seen no one else, the whole spaceport having been cleared and barred off.

It seemed a dream to John Gordon as they whirled through the tubeway. Too much had happened to him, in too short a time. The mind couldn't stand it. But Lianna's warm clasp of his hand remained a link with reality, nerving him for this ordeal.

In the great palace of Throon, they went up through emptied corridors to the study in which Gordon had first confronted Arn Abbas.

Jhal Arn sat now behind the desk, his handsome face a worn mask. His eyes were utterly cold and expressionless as they swept over Gordon and Lianna and the two space-captains, 'Have the guards remain outside, Bodmer,' he ordered the Councilor in a toneless voice.

Orth Bodmer hesitated. 'The prisoners have no weapons. Yet perhaps-'

'Do as I order,' rasped Jhal Arn. 'I have weapons here. There's no fear of my brother being able to murder me.'

The nervous Chief Councilor and the guards went out and closed the door.

Gordon was feeling a hot resentment that burned away all that numb feeling of unreality.

He strode a step forward. 'Is this the kind of justice you're going to deal the Empire?' he blazed at Jhal Arn. 'The kind of justice that condemns a man before he's heard?'

'Heard? Man, you were seen, murdering our father!' cried Jhal Arn, rising. 'Corbulo saw you, and now you've killed Corbulo too!'

'Jhal Arn, it is not so!' cried Lianna. 'You must listen to Zarth!.'

Jhal Arn turned somber eyes on her. 'Lianna, I have no blame for you. You love Zarth and let him lead you into this. But as for him, the studious, scholarly brother I once loved, the brother who was plotting all the time for power, who struck our father down-'

'Will you listen?' cried Gordon furiously. 'You stand there mouthing accusations without giving me a chance to answer them!'

'I have heard your answers already,' rasped Jhal Arn. 'Vice-Commander Giron told me when he reported your coming that you were accusing Corbulo of treachery to cover up your own black crimes.'

'I can prove that if you'll just give me a chance!' Gordon declared.

'What proof can you advance?' retorted the other. 'What proof, that will outweigh the damning evidence of your flight, of Corbulo's testimony, of Shorr Kan's secret messages to you?'

Gordon knew that he had come to the crux of the situation, the crisis upon which he would stand or fall.

He talked hoarsely, telling of Corbulo's treacherous assistance in helping Lianna and him escape, of how that escape had been timed exactly with the assassination of Arn Abbas.

'It was to make it look as though I'd committed the murder and fled!' Gordon emphasized. 'Corbulo himself struck down our father and then said he'd seen me do it, knowing I wasn't there to deny the charge!'

He narrated swiftly how the Sirian traitor captain had taken him and Lianna to the Cloud, and briefly summarized the way in which he had induced Shorr Kan, by pretending to join him, to allow him to go to Earth. He did not, could not, tell how his ruse had hinged on the fact that he was really not Zarth Arn at all. He couldn't tell that.

Gordon finished his swift story, and saw that the black cloud of bitter disbelief still rested on Jhal Arn's face.

'The story is too fantastic! And it has nothing to prove it but your word and the word of this girl who's in love with you. You said you could prove your tale!'

'I can prove it, if I'm given a chance,' Gordon said earnestly.

He continued swiftly. 'Jhal, Corbulo was not the only traitor in high position in the Empire. Shorr Kan himself told me there were a score of such traitors, though he didn't name them.

'But one traitor I know to be such is Them Eldred, the Sirian naval captain who took us to the Cloud! He can prove it all, if I can make him talk!'

Jhal Arn frowned at Gordon for a moment. Then he touched a stud and spoke into a panel on the desk.

'Naval Headquarters? The Emperor speaking. There is a captain in our forces named Them Eldred, a Sirian. Find out if he's on Throon. If he is, send him here immediately under guard.'

Gordon grew tense as they waited. If the Sirian were away in space, if he had somehow heard of events and had fled-

Then a sharp voice finally came from the panel. 'Them Eldred has been found here. His cruiser has just returned from patrol. He is being sent to you now.'

A half-hour later the door opened and Them Eldred stepped inside. The Sirian had a wondering look on his hardbitten greenish face. Then his eyes fell on Gordon and Lianna.

'Zarth Arn!' he exclaimed, startled, recoiling. His hand went to his belt, but he had been disarmed.

'Surprised to see us?' Gordon rasped. 'You thought we were still in the Cloud where you left us, didn't you?'

Them Eldred had instantly recovered his self-possession. He looked at Gordon with assumed perplexity.

'I don't understand what you mean, about the Cloud!'

Jhal Arn spoke curtly. 'Zarth claims that you took him and Lianna by force to Thallarna. He accuses you of being a traitor to the Empire, of plotting with Shorr Kan.'

The Sirian's face stiffened in admirably assumed anger.

'It's a lie! Why, I haven't seen Prince Zarth Arn and the princess since the Feast of Moons!'

Jhal Arn looked harshly at Gordon, 'You said you could prove your claim, Zarth. So far, it's only your word against his.'

Lianna broke in passionately. 'Is my word nothing, then? Is a Princess of Fomalhaut to be believed a liar?'

Again, Jhal Arn looked at her somberly, 'Lianna, I know you would lie for Zarth Arn, if for nothing else in the universe.'

Gordon had expected the Sirian's denial. And he was counting on his estimate of this man's character to get the truth out of him.

He stepped forward to confront the man. He kept his passionate anger restrained, and spoke deliberately.

'Them Eldred, the game is up. Corbulo is dead, the whole plot with Shorr Kan is about to be exposed. You haven't a chance to keep your guilt hidden, and when it's exposed it'll mean execution for you.'

As the Sirian started to protest, Gordon continued swiftly, 'I know what you're thinking! You think that if you stick to your denials you can face me down, that that's your only chance now to save your skin. But it won't work, Them Eldred!

'The reason it won't work is because your cruiser, the Markab, had a full crew in it when it took us to the Cloud. I know those officers and men had been bribed to support you, that they'll deny ever going to the Cloud. They'll deny it, at first. But when pressure is put on them, there's bound to be at least one weak one among them who'll confess to save himself!'

Now, for the first time, Gordon saw doubt creep into the Sirian's eyes. Yet Them Eldred angrily shook his head.

'You're still talking nonsense, Prince Zarth! If you want to question my men in the Markab, go ahead. Their testimony will show that you're not telling the truth.'