'Nice to meet you, Jim. You a spy?'
'No. Just here to right a wrong. Your General Zennor was responsible for the death of my best friend. I came here looking for him.'
'What about that talking bird and all the other stuff?' I touched my fingers to my lips and looked at the door. Morton shook his head in puzzlement, I spoke up before he could add anything.
'You mean that talking bird joke I was going to tell you, about the kid in school who had the talking bird who turned into an alcoholic and became a missionary? I remember the joke - but I forgot the punchline.' Morton was now staring at me as if I had gone out of my mind. I looked around and discovered that I was lying on a thin mattress resting on a very dusty floor. I used my finger to write QUIET - THEY MIGHT BE LISTENING! in the dust. I looked at his face until he finally caught on, then rubbed out the message. 'Anyway, Morton, I don't feel like telling jokes now. Where are we?'
'Big building in the city. Looks like the army took it over. They must be using it for a headquarters or something. All I know is that they brought me here in a rush, worked me over then dumped me in here with you. The building is full of soldiers.'
'Any civilians?'
'None that I saw…'
We both looked up as the lock rattled in the door and it opened. A lot of armed MPs pushed in and pointed their guns at us. Only after this did General Zennor enter. He had a bandage around his neck and the urge to kill in his eye.
'Are you sure that you are safe now, Zennor?' I said as sweetly as I could. He came over and kicked me in the side.
'Aren't we brave—' I gasped through the pain. 'Kick a wounded man lying down.'
He drew his boot back again, thought about it, then drew his pistol and pointed it between my eyes.
'Get the other prisoner out of here. Leave us alone. Bring me a chair.'
One thing about the military, they just relish following orders. With much shouted commands and stamping of boots Morton was hustled away, the MPs vanished, a wooden chair appeared and was placed respectfully under the general's bottom. He sat down slowly without taking his eyes or the gun muzzle off of me. He did not speak until the door clicked shut.
'I want to know how you got here, how you followed me. Everything.'
Why not? I thought, rubbing my sore side. I was too knocked about to make up any complex lies - nor was there any need. The truth would be easier. With a little editing of course.
'Everything, Zennor? Why not. The last time I saw you was when you sold us down the river on Spiovente. That is a rough planet, and no place for an old man like The Bishop. He died there - and that makes you responsible for his death.'
He touched the bandage on his neck and snarled, 'Get on with it.'
'Little more to tell. A few wars, murder, torture, the usual thing. I survived only to be rescued by the League Navy who also arrested me and brought me here. I escaped from them and found you because of your one big mistake.'
'What nonsense are you speaking?'
'No nonsense. Truth, Captain Garth. Didn't you have the girl. Bibs, arrested for selling dope?'
'That is not important.'
'It was to Bibs! She is a free woman now, you will be unhappy to hear, and before she left she told me how to find you. End of story.'
He weighed the gun thoughtfully, his finger caressing the trigger. I tried not to notice it.
'Not quite the end yet. You are the spy who landed in Marhaveno?'
'Yes. And penetrated your slack and incompetent army. Then rose in rank until I got you by the neck and gave you a good choking. When you wake up at night in a cold sweat remember - I could have shot you just as well. Now, are you going to shoot me, or are you just playing with that gun?'
'Don't tempt me, little man. But that would be a waste. I shall put your death to better use. You and your associate will be tried and found guilty of a number of charges. Attacking a superior officer, impersonating an officer, threatening military security. After which you will both be shot. In public.'
'And what will that accomplish?'
'It will convince the stubborn people of this planet that we do what we say. They are a bloodless, spineless lot that let us walk in and take their planet away from them. Now they whine that they wish to have it back. They refuse to do any work until we leave. They have all walked away from their jobs. The city will soon be paralyzed. Your death will change that.'
'I don't see how.'
'I do. They will then know that I mean what I say. We will take hostages and shoot them if they do not cooperate.' I was on my feet, anger burning me. 'You are a mean and worthless bastard, Zennor. I should have killed you when I had the chance.'
'Well you didn't,' he said. Then fired as I jumped at him.
The bullet must have missed but the explosion deafened me. I fell and he kicked me again. Then the room was full of MPs all trying to stomp on me at once.
'Enough!' Zennor shouted and boots fell away. I was on all fours, looking up at him through a haze of blood. 'Clean him up, fresh uniform, same for the other one. Trial in two hours.'
I must have been punchy from the kicking because I was only vaguely aware of being worked on, of Morton reappearing, of time oozing by. I finally came back almost to reality when I found him pulling off my shirt.
'Let go. I can do it myself.' I blinked at the fresh uniform on the chair, at Morton uniformed and crisp and a private once again. My new-old rank as well I saw. I dropped the bloody shirt on the floor, then pulled off my boots so I could take off the trousers as well. Boots. Boots? Boots!
I tried not to smirk or let on in case the place was bugged.
'You know about the trial?' Morton nodded glumly. 'How much more time do we have?'
'About an hour.' As I talked I slid my fingers into my right boot and flipped open the tiny compartment concealed in the heel. An hour. We would be long gone by that time! I tried not to let my newfound glee show on my face. Slip out the lockpick, slip open the door, slip out into the hall, and vanish into military anonymity.
Except the lockpick was no longer there…
'Zennor gave me a funny message for you,' Morton said. 'He told me to wait until you took off your shoes then I was to tell you that you were not going to get out that way. I don't know what it means - but he said you would know.'
'I know, I know,' I said wearily, and finished changing. It takes a crook to catch a crook, and that crook Zennor obviously knew all about lockpicks.
They came for us an hour later. I'll say this much, they made a great military show of it with much crashing of polished weapons, shouting of orders, thudding of bootheels. Neither Morton nor I wished to play along with this militaristic tomfoolery but had little choice since we were chained and dragged. Down the hall, down the stairs and into the street beyond. With more crashing and shouting we were hauled up onto a newly constructed platform that was apparently going to be the venue of the show trial. Complete with guards, judges, barred cell, buglers - and a large crowd of watching civilians below. Obviously brought there by force since they were still ringed by armed soldiers. A half dozen of them were also seated on the platform as well. All grayheaded or bald and among them I recognized Stirner from the generating plant. As soon as he saw me being locked in the cage he stood and walked over.
'What are they doing to you, captain? We understand none of this…'
'You are talking Esperanto!' I gaped.
'Yes. One of our leading linguists found this interesting language in his library. A number of us learned it last night since there have been communication problems with …'
'Seat that man at once!' Zennor ordered from the bench where he was, of course, the head judge. Military justice.
'I can't believe that this is happening!' Stirner said as he was hurried back to his chair.
Though he and his companions tried to protest they were silenced by the blare of bugles and the dreary evidence of the mock trial. I pretended to fall asleep but was kicked awake. Morton stared vacantly into space. I
