Return to the Stars

Shorr Kan shrugged and said, 'I've about decided I might as well die like a hero. Because to tell you the truth, I can't see a single bloody way out of this one. So what have I got to lose?'

The hours whirled by, and Gordon felt caught in a web of activities of which he knew nothing. Officials and officers streamed in and out of the palace. Lianna had no time to give him. There was nowhere to go and nothing for him to do. He had become a totally useless supernumerary.

'But I think,' said a familiar voice behind him, 'that you are the key person here, John Gordon.'

Gordon turned and saw Korkhann regarding him with a troubled look.

'Lianna told me what you had said to her. Are you sure there is no information about the Disruptor which the H'Harn could extract from you?'

'Look,' said Gordon, 'I thought I made it clear. I know what the Disruptor force-cones look like, and how they're mounted on a ship, and how you balance six needles before you release the force, and that is all I know. Why do you bring this up now?'

'Because,' said Korkhann bleakly, 'much as I like you, it might be my duty to destroy you if you were about to be taken by the H'Harn.'

Gordon was silent. Then he said, 'I can see that. But there is nothing.'

And he thought, Damn the thing; will it follow me right to my death?

'Come with me,' said Korkhann. 'There is nothing for you to do here, and you might as well know how we stand.'

Night had fallen, and the two came out of the palace to see the flying moons race up the sky, casting their shifting glow. The palace grounds, like the city beyond, were a hive of activity. Men and vehicles moved along the great avenue where the ancient kings of Fomalhaut loomed on their pedestals. Missile batteries were evil, hulking shapes in the gracious gardens.

Shorr Kan came up to them and asked, 'Where's Hull?'

'On the telestereo talking to Throon. You certainly put the fear of God into him with your notion of a H'Harn fleet ready to pounce.'

Gordon said, 'The fear of God is in all of us when we think of that.'

'Not in this man,' said Korkhann, who had been looking curiously at Shorr Kan. 'Not really. He fears neither God nor man nor devil.'

He added, 'Your pardon for probing you just a little.'

Shorr Kan waved that aside. He said to Gordon, 'With my considerable military abilities... you'll admit that I did damn near conquer the galaxy... I thought my services would be welcomed in this fight. But Abro wouldn't listen to me, so I'll stick with you. You can rely on me to stand back of you in the pinch.'

'I would much rather,' Gordon said carefully, 'that you stood anywhere else than in back of me. I'm allergic to knives.'

Shorr Kan grinned. 'You will have your little Joke. You're the one I rely on to keep my neck out of a noose, so don't you think...'

Whrroosh-boom! The rushing booming sound cut sharply across the night, blotting out Shorr Kan's voice. It multiplied itself with incredible swiftness, and things visible only as streaks of light raced skyward from three different points beyond the city.

'Missiles,' said Shorr Kan coolly, as soon as he could make himself heard. 'If the invaders are within range, things are going to get warm in a hurry.'

Now the missiles began to go out from other points, in rapid and continuous volleys. The streaks of light criss-crossed all up the heavens. Above the turmoil the moons climbed higher and higher, stately and unconcerned.

From the whole of the city came a cry. Korkhann pointed with his winged arm. High up but sweeping downward in a long slanting curve, a glowing object came.

It was, or had been, a starship. Now all its vast bulk was breaking from a red-hot glow into actual flames. It shot down toward Hathyr like a plunging comet.

With a tremendous crash, the flaming star-wreck hit the planet far beyond the city. There was a shock-wave and a blast of searing wind that knocked them staggering.

'That was close enough,' said Shorr Kan. 'I wish the boys would be a little more careful where they drop their birds.'

'There,' said Gordon. 'How's that?'

Much more distant, a second comet came flaming down out of the moonlit heavens. The impact was barely noticeable. Shorr Kan nodded.

'Much better. And hope they keep them that way. A direct hit in the city...'

He did not finish. There was no need to. Gordon had been thinking the same thing.

Now all at once there was a new sound, a crying of voices from the city. Gordon said in alarm.

'What's that?'

'Listen,' said Korkhann. 'They are cheering.'

The sound came nearer. Presently they could see a great crowd surging toward them down the Avenue of the Kings, where the proud and time-stained statues seemed almost to have sprung to life, as the stroboscopic flashing of the missiles gave them a semblance of movement. In the midst of the crowd, in an open hover-car, Lianna moved slowly toward the palace. The people ran alongside, cheering her, and she raised her hand and nodded to them as calmly as though this were any ordinary peaceful procession.

In the past Gordon had resented her royal status and the protocol that surrounded her. Now he saw the other side of that, and his heart swelled with pride as she came up the steps, very erect and graceful, and turned and waved to the shouting crowd. Live or die, she seemed to be saying, you and I will go together, for we are Fomalhaut.

She left them, motioning to Gordon to follow her inside.

The missile salvos had now become unceasing, and the whole palace trembled with their vibrations. Gordon and Korkhann followed Lianna down to the Defense Room. This time Shorr Kan trailed coolly at their heels, and Gordon noted that the guards outside the room did not think to challenge him. In this hour when Fomalhaut Kingdom rocked on the brink of disaster, things were slipping a little.

Abro came through the knot of excited, sweating officers clustered by the screens. He spoke quickly to Lianna.

'No doubt about it now, Highness. The barons' fleet is headed in this direction at full speed.'

Gordon felt a wave of sudden hope. The mighty Hercules barons were a match for almost any star- kingdom.

Abro must have seen a similar hope in Lianna's face, for he said grimly, 'I regret to add, Highness, that their course is not toward Hathry, but toward Austrinus Shoals, where what is left of Engl's force is still fighting the counts.'

With a sinking heart, Gordon realized that from a detached point of view that was the wise, indeed the only, course. Veterans of many a campaign, the barons were not going to rush to the rescue while a hostile fleet remained in space and able to catch them flat.

'I also have reports,' Abro continued, 'of at least twenty-four separate landings of Narath's transports in this quadrant of Hathyr. We destroyed many of the ships but we couldn't handle them all, and now they are coming in increasing numbers, while our missile installations are being put out of action.'

'We will defend the city,' Lianna said. 'We can hold them until the barons are free to help us.'

Gordon hoped she was right. He thought that if she was not, he had come a long way to die.

Looking into her eyes, he thought that if it came to that, it was worth it.

22

A Walpurgis Night of horror held Hathyr City, as one after another of its lines of defense went down.

For a night and a day and part of another night, the starship transports had continued to land on Hathyr. A great many of them landed as fusing, flaming wrecks. But as the advance forces spread and knocked out more and