Sense of Obligation

'It's your building—the Foundation building!' Telt shouted. 'They've been here ahead of us, must have used the radio to call a raid. They did a job, explosive of some kind.'

Hope was dead. Dis was dead. In the ruin ahead, mixed and broken with the other rubble, were the bodies of all the people who had trusted him. Lea. Beautiful and cruelly dead Lea. Dr. Stine, his patients, Faussel, all of them. He had kept them on this planet and now they were dead. Every one of them. Dead.

Murderer!

 

XIV

Life was ended. Brion's mind contained nothing but despair and the pain of irretrievable loss. If his brain had been complete master of his body he would have died there, for at that moment there was no will to live. Unaware of this his heart continued to beat and the regular motion of his lungs drew in the dreadful sweetness of the smoke-tainted air. With automatic directness his body lived on.

'What you gonna do?' Telt asked, even his natural exuberation stilled by this. Brion only shook his head as the words penetrated. What could he do? What could possibly be done?

'Follow me,' a voice said in guttural Disan through the opening of a rear window. The speaker was lost in the crowd before they could turn. Aware now, Brion saw a native move away from the edge of the crowd and turn in their direction. It was Ulv.

'Turn the car—that way!' He punched Telt's arm and pointed. 'Do it slowly and don't draw any attention to us.' There was sudden hope, which he kept himself from considering. The building was gone and the people in it all dead. That fact had to be faced.

'What's going on?' Telt asked. 'Who was that talked in the window?'

'A native—that one up ahead. He saved my life in the desert, and I think he is on our side. Even though he's a native Disan, he can understand facts that the magter can't. He knows what will happen to this planet.' Brion was talking, filling his brain with words so he wouldn't begin to have hope.

Ulv moved slowly and naturally through the streets, never looking back. They followed, as far behind as they dared, yet still keeping him in sight. There were fewer people about here among the deserted offworld storehouses. Ulv vanished into one, LIGHT METALS TRUST LTD. the sign read above the door. Telt slowed the car.

'Don't stop here,' Brion said. 'Drive on around the corner, and pull up.'

Brion climbed out of the car with an ease he did not feel. There was no one in sight now, in either direction. Walking slowly back to the corner he checked the street they had just left—hot, silent and empty!

A sudden blackness appeared where the door of the warehouse had been, and the sudden flickering motion of a hand. Brion signaled Telt to start, and jumped into the already moving sandcar.

'Into that open door—quickly before anyone sees us!' The car rumbled down a ramp into the dark interior and the door slid shut behind them.

'Ulv. What is it? Where are you?' Brion called, blinking in the murky interior. A gray form appeared next to him.

'I am here.'

'Did you—' There was no way to finish the sentence.

'I heard of the raid. The magter called together all of us they could to help them carry explosives. I went along. I could not stop them and there was no time to warn anyone in the building.'

'Then they are all dead—?'

'Yes,' Ulv nodded, 'all except one. I knew I could possibly save one, and I was not sure who. So I took the woman you were with in the desert, she is here now. She was hurt, but not badly, when I brought her out.'

Guilty relief flooded through Brion. He shouldn't exult, not with the death of everyone in the Foundation still fresh in his mind. But at that instant he was happy.

'May I see her?' he asked Ulv. He was seized by the sudden fear that there might be a mistake. Perhaps Ulv had saved a different girl.

Ulv led the way across the empty loading bay. Brion followed closely, fighting down the temptation to tell him to hurry. When he saw that Ulv was heading towards an office in the far wall, he could control himself no longer and ran on ahead.

It was Lea, lying unconscious on a couch. Sweat beaded her face and she moaned and stirred without opening her eyes.

'I gave her sover, then wrapped her in cloth so no one would know,' Ulv said.

Telt was close behind them looking in through the open door.

'Sover is a drug they take from one of their plants,' he said. 'We got a lot of experience with it. A little makes a good knock-out drug, but it's deadly poison in large doses. I got the antidote in the car, wait and I'll get it.' He went out.

Brion sat next to Lea and wiped her face clean of dirt and perspiration. The dark shadows under her eyes were almost black now and her elfin face even thinner. Yet she was alive, that was the important thing. Some of the tension drained away and he could think again. There was still the job to do. After this last experience she should be in a hospital bed. Yet this was impossible. He had to drag her to her feet and put her back to work. The answer might still be found. Each second ticked away another fraction of the planet's life.

'Good as new in a minute,' Telt said, banging down the heavy medbox. He watched intently as Ulv left the room. 'Hys should know about this renegade. Might be useful as a spy or for information. Of course it's too late now to do anything, so the hell with it.' He pulled a pistol-shaped hypodermic gun from the box and dialed a number on the side. 'Now, if you'll roll her sleeve up I'll bring her back to life.' He pressed the bell-shaped sterilizing muzzle against her skin and pulled the trigger. The hypo gun hummed briefly, ending its cycle with a large click.

'Does it work fast?' Brion asked.

'Couple of minutes. Just let her be and she'll come to by herself.'

'Killer!' Ulv hissed from the doorway. His blowgun was in his hand, half raised to his mouth.

'He's been in the car—he's seen it!' Telt shouted and grabbed for his gun.

Brion sprang between them, raising his hands. 'Stop it! No more killing!' he shouted this in Disan. Then he shook his fist at Telt. 'Fire that gun and I'll stuff it down your throat. I'll handle this.' He turned to face Ulv who hadn't raised the blowgun any closer to his lips. This was a good sign. The Disan was still uncertain.

'You have seen the body in the car, Ulv. So you must have seen that it is that of a magter. I killed him myself, because I would rather kill one, ten or even a hundred men rather than have everyone on this planet destroyed. I killed him in a fair fight and now I am going to examine his body. There is something very strange and different about the magter, you know that yourself. If I can find out what it is, perhaps we can make them stop this war, and not bomb Nyjord.'

Ulv was still angry, yet he lowered the blowgun a little. 'I wish there were no offworlders, that none of you had ever come. Nothing was wrong until you started coming. The magter were the strongest, and they killed, but they also helped. Now they want to fight a war with your weapons and for this you are going to kill my world. And you want me to help you?'

'Not me—yourself!' Brion said wearily. 'There's no going back, that's the one thing we can't do. Maybe Dis would have been better off without offplanet contact. Maybe not. In any case you have to forget about that. You have contact now with the rest of the galaxy, for better or for worse. You've got a problem to solve, and I'm here to help you solve it.'

Seconds ticked by as Ulv, unmoving, fought with questions that were novel to his life. Could killing stop death? Could he help his people by helping strangers to fight and kill them? His world had changed and he didn't like it. He must make a giant effort to change with it.

Abruptly, he pushed the blowgun into a thong at his waist, turned and strode out.

'Too much for my nerves,' Telt said, settling his gun back in the holster. 'You don't know how happy I'm gonna be when this thing is over. Even if the planet goes bang, I don't care. I'm finished.' He walked out to the