find it.'
'The Galaxy Rangers,' Slug-Togath said in a hushed voice. 'Where does an alien go to enlist?'
15
THEY SPEAK OF KRAKAR
The great royal hall of the Hagg-Inder was gay with bunting, colorful with noble decorations, slippery underfoot with the perspiration of the humanoid races who found that, even with the air conditioning turned full on, what proved to be a cold chill for the Hagg-Inder was a scorching furnace for them. But no one cared! Today was an important day, so important that it would go down in galactic history forever. Today the Galaxy Rangers officially came into being. The future Rangers thronged the floor, looking up at the dais where the king himself would pin on the first star of the first Ranger, number one, the lucky creature who would be commandant of the most powerful force for democracy that the lenticular galaxy had ever seen.
There had been a small difference of opinion on who the commandant would be. Since the Pleasantville Eagle and the cheddite projector, the backbone of the force for the Rangers, belonged to the four Earthlings, it had been decided that one of them would fill the top post. Sally was a simple girl, and Chuck was out of the running as well, his brain still no more active than a squashed watermelon despite the efforts of the finest Hagg-Inder brain men, so the choice naturally fell upon the remaining two. Jerry felt that since he had invented the cheddite projector, he should be number one, but it was pointed out to him that the guy who invented the Monitor had not been admiral of the Union Navy, so he grumbled into silence. As far as the other races could tell, the Earthlings were identical in abilities, and either would suit. In the end, a deadlock set in, with equal feelings – or lack of feelings – for both Jerry and John. Since the king was throwing out the first ball, the decision was left to him, and he chose John without an instant's thought.
'Discrimination,' Jerry muttered to Sally where they sat sweating in the audience. 'Just because he's black and they're black, they pick him without an instant's thought.'
'But, Jerry, darling,' she reasoned, 'isn't it always like that? After all, on our tree-shaded, Midwest, bible belt, WASP campus wasn't John the only black and he was the janitor?'
He darted a suspicious look sideways out of narrowed brooding eyes. 'What are you, a Commie or something?'
'Shhh – the king is about to speak.'
A rustle of eager interest ran through the great hall on silent cat's feet and was replaced by a hushed siilence as the king clattered slowly forward.
'Hagg-Inder, Earthlings, Garnishee, strange-looking creatures of many races. My mate and I wish to announce, upon this auspicious occasion, the founding of the soonto-be-historical, instantly galaxy famous organization by the name of. . . .' He blinked his faceted eyes at a metallic sheet on the stand before him. 'An organization by the name of the Galaxy Rangers.'
Instant pandemonium filled the great hall as cheer after cheer split the red-hot air. It took a long time for the enthusiasm to die down, and the king could only be heard after portions of the floor under the noisiest spectators had been electrified.
'With this bold band of brothers formed, the next need is for a gallant leader to lead these gallant warriors and, after careful democratic selection' – a single angry snort was ignored – 'the Earthling John was nominated unanimously for this signal honor, and it is my privilege to present him with badge number one of the Galaxy Rangers.'
There were more cheers as John stepped forward and the king pinned the golden star upon his chest. John screamed hoarsely as the king ran three inches of pointed steel wire in John's pectoral muscle since, in the heat of the moment, he had forgotten that aliens pinned the pin to their clothing instead of drilling a hole in the chitin for attaching these kind of things. With shaking fingers John finished pinning on the golden star with the large number 1 upon it, the words 'Galaxy Rangers' picked out neatly in diamonds, and turned to the microphone, blood seeping a ruddy patch into his clean white shirt.
'Fellow Rangers, I greet you. I am going personally to pin Ranger star number two upon my old friend, Jerry Courteney, and after that it is your turn. Don't fight as you rush forward; there are stars enough for all. What an opportunity this is! Travel, education, career, the job of your choice, free medical and dental attention, and that can mean a lot – like, for instance, that alien there with more teeth than a piano keyboard, he'll really make out. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. We are here creatures of many different races; I count among the escaped prisoners from the DnDrf mines at least forty different species and who knows how many offspring from mixed marriages, all eager to join up. As further inducement to enlist, I mention the fact that we have no transport to take you back to your home worlds, and as soon as we Galaxy Rangers take off, the Hagg-Inder turn off the air conditioning and, zowie, it's two hundred and fifty degrees again. But don't let me attempt to pressure you in my enthusiasm. Let your conscience be your guide. And form a single line to the right, and anyone who doesn't want to come can just stay here and sweat it out. For, ha-ha, a long time.'
To a man, or really to an alien, they volunteered, and the Galaxy Rangers were already making a mark in history. But all was not happiness. Later, after the exhausting ceremonies, the Earthlings were sitting in the first- class lounge of the Pleasantville Eagle, having cocktails and chopped Ormoloo liver and facing one inescapable fact.
'He's got about as much intelligence as a damp kitchen mop,' Jerry said, nodding to his old buddy Chuck, who sat on the floor chewing happily on a shoelace and mumbling to himself.
'Could the Hagg-Inder physicians do nothing?' Sally implored.
John shook his head in an unhappy no. 'They did their best, their top people, super mind readers and all that. Too far gone, they say, for their meager talents.'
'And their meager talents are the best in the galaxy,' Jerry brooded. 'So I guess we ought to start thinking about euthanasia next, as soon as we are sure about his will.'
'You cannot!' gasped Sally.
'Why not! If he's going to sit around and drool like that for maybe fifty years more, he is not much good to anyone, including himself.'
'You are so cruel!'
'I am not. I'll bet you that Chuck would want it that way. I certainly would if it came to the choice.'
'I say, not interrupting anything am I?' Lord Prrsi asked, poking one great faceted eye into the room.
'Nothing important,' Sally snapped 'Just murder and such.'
'Well, yes, indeed. Then I'll just slip in and curl in the corner and turn my heater on high. Yes, thank you, I would appreciate one, very tasty.' He smacked loudly as he drained a gallon of dry martini at a gulp. 'I've come here rather unofficially, so to speak, and would appreciate it if what I tell you stayed inside these four walls. Or would it be six if you counted ceiling and floor?'
'Prrsi, old sting-tail,' Jerry said, 'we are not in the mood to discuss state secrets at the present time, I hope you'll understand. We are discussing the fate of our incapacitated comrade Chuck.'
'Well, so am I, old fruit. But what I propose is highly illegal and dangerous.'
'What is it?' the three friends asked, leaning forward as one.
'Well now. Hear me out, I beg, before interrupting. The tale I have to tell may sound strange, but I heartily assure you, it is true, though a well-kept secret. Far to the south of here just beyond Averno Desert are a range of sharp hills that the local peasants call the Mountains of Madness. Many people who venture into them are never heard of again. Many years ago the then king sent an expedition into the hills, armed, tough-minded Hagg-Inder, utterly fearless, sneering at alien or beast. They were gone for months, all track lost. Finally, a single survivor, chitin scratched and filthy, crawled into a village just beyond the mountains. He would not speak of what had occurred, and the peasants were not that interested in hearing the details in any case. But he was brought here and spoke with the king and the nobles, and since that time we in the royal house know about it but don't say a word.'
'About what?' Jerry asked, completely confused.
'Didn't I ask you not to interrupt?' Lord Prrsi said peevishly, lashing his poison barb back and forth and rattling his claws on the walls. They were silent. 'Well, to go on, if you don't mind. The secret has been kept ever since. In
