bale of Councilor Rapport’s allweather cloaks. But he had retained his grip — Goth fell half on top of him, and that was still a favorable position. Then her head snaked around, her neck seemed to extend itself, and her teeth snapped his wrist.
Weasels don’t let go -
“Didn’t think he’d have the nerve!” Goth’s voice came over the intercom. There was a note of grudging admiration in it. It seemed she was inspecting her bruises.
All tangled up in the job of bandaging his freely bleeding wrist, the captain hoped she’d find a good plenty to count. His knee felt the size of a sofa pillow and throbbed like a piston engine.
“The captain is a brave man,” Maleen was saying reproachfully. “You should have known better.”
“He’s not very
There was a short silence.
“Is he? Goth? Eh?” the Leewit urged.
“Perhaps not very,” said Goth.
“You two lay off him!” Maleen ordered. “Unless,” she added meaningly, “you want to
“Not me,” the Leewit said briefly.
“You could do it, I guess,” said Goth. She seemed to be reflecting. “All right — we’ll lay off him. It was a fair fight, anyway.”
They raised Karres the sixteenth day after leaving Porlumma. There had been no more incidents; but then, neither had there been any more stops or other contacts with the defenseless Empire. Maleen had cooked up a poultice which did wonders for his knee. With the end of the trip in sight, all tensions relaxed; and Maleen, at least, seemed to grow hourly more regretful at the prospect of parting.
After a brief study Karres could be distinguished easily enough by the fact that it moved counterclockwise to all the other planets of the Iverdahl System.
Well, it would, the captain thought.
They came soaring into its atmosphere on the dayside without arousing any detectable interest. No communicator signals reached them, and no other ships showed up to look them over. Karres, in fact, had the appearance of a completely uninhabited world. There were a large number of seas, too big to be called lakes and too small to be oceans, scattered over its surface. There was one enormously towering ridge of mountains which ran from pole to pole, and any number of lesser chains. There were two good-sized ice caps; and the southern section of the planet was speckled with intermittent stretches of snow. Almost all of it seemed to be dense forest.
It was a handsome place, in a wild, somber way.
They went gliding over it, from noon through morning and into the dawn fringe — the captain at the controls, Goth and the Leewit flanking him at the screens, and Maleen behind him to do the directing. After a few initial squeals the Leewit became oddly silent. Suddenly the captain realized she was blubbering.
Somehow it startled him to discover that her homecoming had affected the Leewit to that extent. He felt Goth reach out behind him and put her hand on the Leewit’s shoulder. The smallest witch sniffled happily.
“ ’S beautiful!” she growled.
He felt a resurge of the wondering, protective friendliness they had aroused in him at first. They must have been having a rough time of it, at that. He sighed; it seemed a pity they hadn’t gotten along a little better.
“Where’s everyone hiding?” he inquired, to break up the mood. So far there hadn’t been a sign of human habitation.
“There aren’t many people on Karres,” Maleen said from behind him. “But we’re going to the town — you’ll meet about half of them there.”
“What’s that place down there?” the captain asked with sudden interest. Something like an enormous lime- white bowl seemed to have been set flush into the floor of the wide valley up which they were moving.
“That’s the Theater where…
“Something strangers shouldn’t be told about, eh?” the captain said tolerantly. Goth glanced at him from the side.
“We’ve got rules,” she said.
He let the ship down a little as they passed over “the Theater where—” It was a sort of large, circular arena with numerous steep tiers of seats running up around it. But all was bare and deserted now.
On Maleen’s direction, they took the next valley fork to the right and dropped lower still. He had his first look at Karres animal life then. A flock of large creamy-white birds, remarkably terrestrial in appearance, flapped by just below them, apparently unconcerned about the ship. The forest underneath had opened out into a long stretch of lush meadow land, with small creeks winding down into its center. Here a herd of several hundred head of beasts was grazing — beasts of mastodonic size and build, with hairless, shiny black hides. The mouths of their long, heavy heads were twisted into sardonic crocodilian grins as they blinked up at the passing
“Black Bollems,” said Goth, apparently enjoying the captain’s expression. “Lots of them around; they’re tame. But the gray mountain ones are good hunting.”
“Good eating, too!” the Leewit said. She licked her lips daintily. “Breakfast — !” she sighed, her thoughts diverted to a familiar track. “And we ought to be just in time!”
“There’s the field!” Maleen cried, pointing. “Set her down there, Captain!”
The “field” was simply a flat meadow of close-trimmed grass running smack against the mountainside to their left. One small vehicle, bright blue in color, was parked on it; and it was bordered on two sides by very tall blue- black trees.
That was all.
The captain shook his head. Then he set her down.
The town of Karres was a surprise to him in a good many ways. For one thing there was much more of it than one would have thought possible after flying over the area. It stretched for miles through the forest, up the flanks of the mountain and across the valley — little clusters of houses or individual ones, each group screened from all the others and from the sky overhead by the trees.
They liked color on Karres; but then they hid it away! The houses were bright as flowers, red and white, apple-green, golden brown — all spick and span, scrubbed and polished and aired with that brisk green forest-smell. At various times of the day there was also the smell of remarkably good things to eat. There were brooks and pools and a great number of shaded vegetable gardens in the town. There were risky-looking treetop playgrounds, and treetop platforms and galleries which seemed to have no particular purpose. On the ground was mainly an enormously confusing maze of paths — narrow trails of sandy soil snaking about among great brown tree roots and chunks of gray mountain rock, and half covered with fallen needle leaves. The first few times the captain set out unaccompanied, he lost his way hopelessly within minutes and had to be guided back out of the forest.
But the most hidden of all were the people. About four thousand of them were supposed to live currently in the town, with as many more scattered about the planet. But you never saw more than three or four at any one time — except when now and then a pack of children, who seemed to the captain to be uniformly of the Leewit’s size, burst suddenly out of the undergrowth across a path before you and vanished again.
As for the others, you did hear someone singing occasionally, or there might be a whole muted concert going on all about, on a large variety of wooden musical instruments which they seemed to enjoy tootling with, gently.
