need to expiate their sins. What sins? Against whom?' Pausing he added, 'And why should Earth have been proscribed?'
'You know?'
'Don't you?' Ishikari rested his hand on the computer. To it he said, 'On the basis of all information you have, give the most probable location of the mythical planet Earth.'
The screen flared, became a mesh of drifting lines, of slowly rotating graphics and transient figures. A background to the mellifluous voice.
'The firmest guide to the location is the zodiac. The zodiac consists of twelve symbols, each representing a portion of a band of the sky in a complete circle. A configuration of stars represents each of the symbols. Earth is supposed to lie within the center of the circle. The signs are: Ram, Bull, Twins, Crab, Lion, Virgin, Scales, Scorpion, Archer, Goat, Pot, Fish. The point in space from which these signs are recognized in a surrounding circle is the most probable location of Earth.'
'The actual design of the configurations?'
'Unknown.'
'Give details of all other worlds which have been proscribed.'
'None.'
Dumarest said, 'How do you know Earth was proscribed?'
'The fact worries you?' Ishikari touched the computer and, as his hand fell from the control, added, 'I found a reference in an old book. There is also a mention in the Cerevox rituals, but you wouldn't know about that. Now, given the findings of the computer, could you find Earth?' He smiled as Dumarest shook his head. 'Of course not. The clue of the zodiac is useless. The patterns to look for are unknown and even if we had the information where would we start? The books tell us nothing. Those to which we have access, at least. To me it is obvious that all references to Earth were deliberately suppressed and all almanacs giving its location destroyed. How else to proscribe a world other than by isolating it? And again we come to the question-why? Why was a world abandoned? Condemned?'
The answer he hoped to find. His real interest in the Temple. Dumarest wondered why he had made no reference to his failure to add his own information to the computer, then decided Ishikari had either forgotten his command or thought it had been obeyed. The latter, he decided, the man was not accustomed to disobedience.
'The Original People,' said Ishikari. 'They have the answer, I'm sure of it. They have kept the past alive. Distorted, altered, wrapped around with symbolism and myth, but the truth is in their keeping. All we have to do is find it.'
'How? They value their secrecy.'
'But you know of them and so do I?'
'Fanatics existing on backward worlds,' said Dumarest. 'Small groups living in primitive conditions. Everyone knows that.'
'How?' demanded Ishikari. 'If they are so secret how do we know even that? No, my friend, nothing is so secret that it cannot be learned by others. The Original People know that. Know too that a secret that is not a secret is safe. I confuse you? Tell me, how better to keep a secret than by persuading everyone that it isn't really a secret at all? Look for your primitives and you fail to see the civilized men beneath your nose. The primitives are hard to find, true, but who wants to find them anyway? Who really has interest in a bunch of fanatics conducting bizarre and esoteric rituals? And yet, in order to maintain cohesion, certain ceremonies must be maintained.'
'The Temple?' said Dumarest. 'Cerevox?'
'The heart of the Original People. The center of their worship. I am certain of it.' Ishikari left the computer and moved with long, loping strides. A man burning with conviction. He halted and caught at the edge of a table while sucking air deep into his lungs. More quietly he said, 'I have been advised against exciting myself but at times I forget.'
'You are ill? Shall I call for help?'
'No.'
'Is there anything I can do?'
'Listen. For now just listen.' Ishikari drew more air into his lungs. 'Mysteries have always fascinated me. Even as a boy I yearned for answers. My position makes it impossible for me to follow a scientific pursuit but, even so, it has compensations. I can question and those I question know better than to lie. I can order and be obeyed. I can punish and I can reward. Do I make myself clear?'
Power displayed as the threat of a naked blade and his own position made obvious. Dumarest waited, saying nothing.
'Cerevox is a mystery and one I intend to solve. I want to know what lies at the heart of the Temple.' Ishikari paused to breathe, his hand tight on the edge of the table. 'Think of it! The secret they have guarded for so long. Not just the location of Earth but all the rest. Why was it abandoned? Why proscribed? What terrible sin needs to be expiated? The answers can be found. You will find them.'
He stared at Dumarest, his eyes wide, bright, glowing with fanatical determination. Foam showed at the corners of his mouth.
'You will find what lies at the heart of the Temple,' he said. 'And, finding it, you will discover how to find Earth.'
Chapter Eight
Ellen Contera was as dark as Karlene was fair. A small, hard, self-assured woman with close-cropped hair, a face which showed her age and a restless, impatient manner.
To Dumarest she said, 'So you're the appointed. How good are you with that knife?'
He smiled, not answering, looking at the enclosed garden they were in: a walled extension of the palace, the walls high and topped with vicious spikes. A stone promenade followed the inside of the wall, shrubs and bushes edging it to surround an inner lawn set with a band of flowering plants. The air was soft, scented, the heat trapped from the noon sun reflected from the walls and created shimmers in the air.
'I asked you a question.' Ellen moved three paces, halted, moved back to the bench against which she had been standing. The fabric of her clothing made a dry rustling. She wore pants, shoes, a mannish blouse. Her hands, broad, the fingers spatulate, were marred with livid blotches. She wore no rings. 'Need I repeat it?'
'You made a statement and asked a question,' corrected Dumarest. 'One I don't have to answer. Why did you say I'm the appointed?'
'Rauch gave us the word. You're going to lead the team to rob the Temple. Didn't he tell you?' She frowned as he shook his head. 'Did you think you'd be operating alone?'
A possibility he had considered during the night-but had rejected. To a madman all things were simple and Ishikari, he guessed, was far from sane. He remembered the eyes, the glare, the foam on the lips. A man obsessed. A dreamer driven insane by his dream. Such a man was dangerous in more ways than one. Rather than follow him, Dumarest had decided to go his own way.
'He's consumed with an ideal,' said the woman. 'But I guess you noticed that. For years he's been trying to solve the mystery of Cerevox. I've helped him. The girl,' she explained. 'Karlene vol Diajiro. A mess if ever I saw one. God knows what they did to her in the Temple but I managed to bury most of the traumas.'
'You?'
'I'm Ellen Contera. Professor of applied psychology. Doctor of medicine. Doctor of hypnotic therapy. Professor of psyche manipulation. I'm among the top of my field. Something else you didn't know, eh?'
'No.' There had been pride in her voice when she had mentioned her name and titles. 'Why does Ishikari need me?'
'If I'm so good?'
'I didn't say that.'
'No, you didn't.' Her eyes searched his face. 'The answer's simple: I work in one way and you in another. That's why I asked if you could handle that knife.' She paused as if expecting him to demonstrate, then, as he made no attempt either to speak or reach for the blade, continued, 'He's been looking for the right kind of man. One with guts, courage and intelligence. He figures you fit the bill.'
