The Five Gold Bands

yourself improperly. We Shauls do not torture but the Eagles and the Kotons have no scruples whatever.'

'None at all indeed,' said Paddy with conviction. 'I went to Montras on Koto to a public torturing and the blood- letting quite turned me against the devils. There's a city of hell, that Montras.'

'Conduct yourself well, then,' the Shaul told him. 'They are more than ordinarily irascible, these five Sons. Speak loudly, correctly and mind you, clockwise from the speaker, so there will be the most complete equality of place.'

He sprang away from Paddy, ran to the boat and the Kudthu guards lumbered after him.

Alone on the tiny world Paddy searched the sky to see what had occasioned the haste. The five ships, about two miles distant, had drifted together into a roughly parallel formation with their keels toward Paddy.

It was a rather solemn sensation, alone and manacled to this bit of nameless rock, exposed like a victim on an altar. Paddy bent to examine his bonds. From the band clamped about his ankle a chain led to a staple in the stone. He tested it, heaving till the skin of his hands tore and his stomach muscles knotted, to no effect.

He stood erect once more, studied his surroundings. There was no bar within reach he might use as a lever, no fragment of rock to pound with. He was completely alone, unless someone were stationed on the far side of the little space-island. Craning his neck, he saw a concrete casement and a flight of steps leading down into the rock. Toward the gravity unit, thought Paddy, and maybe an air generator.

He heard a swish, a drone, He looked up to see a shining space-boat settling almost at his head. It touched the surface, the dome swung back. The five Sons of Langtry stepped out. Silently in a formal line they advanced to the platform, the gaunt Eagle of Alpheratz A at one end, then the butter-colored Loristanese with the flickering features, the Shaul with the mottled cowl, the saucer-eyed Koton and last the stocky Badau with the short legs and hump-head.

Paddy watched them approaching with hands on hips and a curled lip. He shook his head. 'And to think their grandsires were all decent Earthers such as me. See 'em now, like the menagerie in Kensington Gardens.'

From the rear of the boat came two others, giant Kudthus. By their purple skins Paddy knew them for the desexed nearly mindless creatures produced by surgery and forced feeding. Huge muscular creatures they were with tumescent red wattles like cocks.

They had been lobotomized to centralize their concentration and they moved like creatures in a hypnotic state. They took up posts at opposite ends of the asteroid, where they stood gigantic, quiet, blue puffball eyes fixed on Paddy.

The Sons of Langtry separated, took their seats. The Loristanese glanced at Paddy.

'An Earther this year,' he observed cheerfully. 'Occasionally they're good linguists. They and the Shauls make the best, I believe. But there are few Shaul criminals. I wonder what this rascal's done.'

Paddy cocked his head, squinted balefully. Then deciding that his duties had begun, he bowed to the Koton, repeated the words in the Koton tongue, did likewise for the Badau, the Eagle and the Shaul. In the final sentence however at the word 'rascal' he substituted the Koton word zhaktum, equivalent to 'reckless fellow'-the Badaic luad, meaning 'well-appointed knight' in the Robin Hood tradition-the Pherasic a-kao-up, meaning 'swift flyer'; the Shaul condosiir, derived from the old Tuscan condottiere.

Then he waited solemnly, politely, for further words. The Loristanese brushed him with a swift glance and a muscle quivered on the yellow jowl but he made no comment.

The Alpheratz Eagle spoke. 'There is little to concern us at this meeting. I have observed no noticeable fluctuation in trade volumes, and I see no need for military expansion. Last year's quotas should serve us well.'

Paddy translated around the circle. There was a general attitude of agreement.

The Badau said, 'I have several petitions to be considered. First from Canopus Four-they want four drives for the purpose of transporting supplies and produce to and from one of their moons which they are using as a cattle range.'

The Shaul said, 'I have a similar petition. My agents report that of their allotted sixteen drives they have destroyed five, presumably through experimentation in their laboratories attempting to discover the manifolding process. I speak against the request.'

After a few further remarks the petition was denied.

The Badau said, 'The second is from a private individual, a non-anthropoid of the Neonomian type. He proposes to circumnavigate space. His plan is to seal himself in a ship, set forth and continue as far and as fast as possible until either he returns or dies.'

The petition was granted as being an interesting experiment and not likely to disturb the trade balances.

The Badau looked back to his notes. 'Third a petition from Earth. The natives request a hundred more units.'

'A hundred!' barked the Koton.

The Shaul leaned back in his chair, grinned. 'They have retreated slightly from their previous position. If I recall, for the last fifty years they have demanded unlimited access to the production.'

'Slowly they are acquiring a sense of the realities,' rumbled the Badau.

The Loristanese said, 'There has been only a small rise in the index. I believe one of their units was destroyed in a wreck. Four or five units have deteriorated to the point of uselessness. If we replace those particular units I see little reason for further concessions.'

Paddy licked his lips, translated to the Koton: 'A small rise in the trade index has occurred. One of their units was destroyed in a wreck, five units have become useless. After replacing these units I see some slight reason for further concessions.'

The Koton squared in his seat, turned his saucer eyes at Paddy. Paddy sucked in his breath. 'Careful, lad,' he told himself. 'You're not dealing with the ignorant guards now.' He turned to the Badau, aware of the Koton's cool stare.

'There has been only a slight rise in the trade index,' said Paddy in Badaic. 'They wrecked one unit, four others have deteriorated. If we replace these I see no reason for further concessions.' And Paddy relaxed as the Koton turned his saucer eyes elsewhere. 'A cold clammy feeling it gives a man,' thought Paddy. 'And they're the ones that invented the nerve-suit, the big-eyed devils.'

He finished the round of translations carefully. After a slight pause the votes came in against the Earth petition.

Three other petitions were voted upon. Then the five sat in a rather lengthy silence, ruminatively eyeing Paddy. Bathed in the full flood of soft white light he felt naked and exposed. 'Here I am,' he muttered disgustedly, 'Paddy Blackthorn, late of Skibbereen, County Cork, like a cod on a block. It's the smallest slab of rock in the universe I'm tied to with five unlikely creatures all fixing on the best way to serve up my corpse.'

He looked up into the sky. The five ships hung parallel a few miles distant. 'It's now time that the Holy Lord was reaching out to look after his own and I've been a good candle-burning Irishman my long life through.'

The Shaul said, 'Is there any suggestion as to new security regulations?'

The Eagle replied slowly, 'A large voice on my planet favors wider dissemination of the secrets, or at least a public repository on each planet known to a responsible group. The Argument, as always, assumes that a catastrophe wipes out the five of us simultaneously, whereupon the technique of manifolding space-drive would be lost.'

The Koton said, 'And as always the counter-argument is that five minds for one secret is already four more than necessary. A public repository could be looted by a sudden raid. Members of a committee could be kidnaped. Soon there would no longer be a secret. Space would be as full of ships as the Bathcani Sea is of redworms.'

The Badau stroked his lump of a head. 'My position as always has been that the smaller the extent of critical knowledge, the better. And even if we were all killed the Bank of Loristan would make the hiding-places of the data known to our successors.'

'Only after ten years,' the Eagle said dourly. 'Ten years of doubt and confusion.'

Perhaps,' said the Shaul easily, 'we could make public proclamation to the effect that in the event of catastrophe, the secret would automatically come to light. We need not mention the lapse of ten years, as that would focus attention on the Bank of Loristan. It's popular knowledge that ten years is the period of grace on