'Then you're agreed,' Dumarest nodded, his tone casual. 'I'll land you in the best place I can find, but the rest is up to you. I guess you'll want to build homes first and-'
'No!' Belkner was sharp in his interruption. 'We have seed and must get it planted before anything else.'
'So you'll want to be landed in a warm zone.' Dumarest looked at Farnham. 'How about dividing the land? Equal plots for everyone? Or have you decided to hold a section in communal interest? There's the future to consider, of course, and natural expansion of numbers could lead to trouble later on unless you get it right at the beginning.'
'We'll talk about it,' said Belkner. 'Later, when we can get a proper consensus.' Again he was the leader asserting his authority. Ignoring Farnham's scowl he added, 'There's still one thing we have to get clear, Earl. How long are you staying after we land?'
'Stay?' Dumarest shook his head. 'The deal was to transport you. Nothing was said about staying.'
'You intend to dump us and go?'
His fear put into words; the act itself a proof of his innocence. A shrewder man, more ruthless, would have let the subject lie. Urich wondered why Dumarest hadn't anticipated the question and negated it with a facile lie. Then he realized this was the better way, that Dumarest, now frowning, was playing a part.
'Dump you, no,' he said. 'But I can't spend time waiting to see if you make out. I'll drop you at a city or-'
'No city! That's decided!'
'A decent place, then. What more can I do?'
'Stay until we're settled in,' snapped Berthe. 'Tell him, Ulls.'
Farnham cleared his throat. 'We need you to stay, Earl. Just until we're settled in. A few weeks, a month, say. We might need to shelter within the ship.' His tone eased as Dumarest nodded agreement to the possibility. 'What do you say?'
'I'm willing to cooperate providing you can pay.'
'Pay?' Ava sounded incredulous. 'You want us to pay?'
'I'm a trader,' said Dumarest. 'You all know that. Time is money-if I weren't waiting I could run a profitable cargo. Hire me at standard-rate and I'll stay as long as you want. I'll even give you the first five days at reduced charter. Half-rate.'
Belkner said, 'We haven't got it, but surely what we gave you will cover it?'
'It's been a long voyage,' reminded Dumarest. 'And a deal is a deal. Can't you raise a little more?' He paused then, as Belkner made no response, shrugged. 'Well, there it is. A pity but-'
Urich, meeting his eyes, said quickly, 'Think it out, Earl. They'll need things and who better to supply them than us? Give them five days as part of the deal. Another month if they want it against a note on the first harvest. By the time we come to collect, gems could have been found, furs, precious metals. It could be a good investment. Give a little now and make our profits later on.'
'Our?' Berthe was suspicious. 'Where do you fit in on this?'
'Urich is now my second engineer,' said Dumarest. 'Working for a share in future profit. Maybe he makes sense. You'd give me a note?'
'Yes,' said Farnham quickly. 'Half-rate as agreed.'
'Half-rate for cash,' said Dumarest. 'Full rate on a note. Make it out and we have a deal.'
'And landing?' Ava Vasudiva's tone was brittle. 'When do we land?'
'Soon.' Dumarest paused, turning as he reached the door. 'In three days.'
The control room was a place of shadows, drifts of dimness illuminated by the glow of instruments, the glory of the screens. Standing before them Ysanne resembled some ancient goddess, jewels of brilliance touching her hair, the planes of her face with kaleidoscopic hues. Tiredness had deepened the shadows around her eyes; a weariness born more of the tedious journey than lack of sleep, but now she was vibrant with excitement.
'There!' Her hand lifted to point at the splendor of the universe. 'By God, Earl, we did it! We found it! The end of the rainbow! Earth!'
From where he sat in the big pilot's chair Batrun warned, 'Not Earth, my dear. You mustn't call it that. We agreed to call it Heaven-our passengers wouldn't like the truth.'
'To hell with them!' Her voice rose in triumph. 'This is it, I tell you! The big one! The pot of gold! That's Earth, out there! You're looking at Earth!'
Dumarest stepped forward, feeling the pulse of blood in his ears, the tension, the sudden quiver of his hands. A metabolic reaction which constricted his chest and edged his vision with blackness. He fought to conquer it as he moved closer, staring at the screen. At the blaze of stars. At the tiny mote framed among them in the enhancing pattern of the target zone. One which blurred a little as if seen through rain.
Chapter Ten
There were seas and plains and masses of scudding cloud with vast expanses covered with shattered stone as if a giant child had destroyed fabrications in a fit of petulant irritation. Clustered forests drew brown and green patterns and ice caps sprawled in blue-white abandon. Massed blooms made a tapestry edging the silver threads of rivers and peaks stood like gnarled guardians in ranked and somber array.
'Beautiful!' said Ysanne. 'Earl, it's beautiful!' She touched a control and an image jumped into amplified details on her screen. 'Look at that ravine! And there! See? That canyon! And that lake!' She sucked in her breath at the sight of a waterfall; endless masses of water cascading down from a soaring precipice, the summit and base wreathed in spume which coiled like smoke. A moment and it had gone, replaced by an undulating desert patched with vivid color, scored with riffs, mounded with silken dunes. 'No cities,' she murmured. 'No signs of industry. Earl, it's a virgin world!'
Dumarest said nothing as he stood drinking in the vistas, the scenes.
'Ours,' said Ysanne. 'All ours! A whole, damned world to call our own.'
Batrun said dryly, 'Our passengers could argue that.'
'Not for long.' She was abruptly savage. 'They play it our way or they don't play at all. Earl-'
'Forget it!' He was curt. 'There's a whole planet down there, why argue over a few square miles? Let's do one thing at a time. Picked your spot yet, Andre?'
'More than one,' said Batrun. He was in the big chair, hands poised on the controls, ready to turn the
'With a supply of ready-broken stone not too far and plenty of growing timber close to hand.' Ysanne was sarcastic. 'Why not throw in herds of game while you're at it? Obedient creatures which roll over and die at a word of command. It would help if they could skin themselves first, of course.'
'You sound bitter, my dear.' Batrun adjusted the magnification of a screen. 'And a little illogical. If Earth is paradise as the legends claim then all things should be possible.' He checked his instruments and shed his bantering tone. 'Our orbit is decaying. We must find a landing place. I'd like it to be the best.'
'The second best,' she said. 'Or the third. We want the very best for ourselves.' Her eyes moved toward Dumarest. 'Right, Earl?'
'Choose,' he said. 'Choose and land.'
Batrun obeyed as he sat in his chair, tense, holding every life in the vessel in the skill of his hands. Nursing them as he sent the
'Earth!' Ysanne sucked in her breath as the vessel stilled. 'We found it, Earl. Now let's go and see what it looks like.'
She followed Dumarest as he made for the hold, the hatch, the ramp outside. As it lowered Batrun caught her by the arm, drawing her back from the opening, shaking his head as he turned to glare at him.
'Wait,' he whispered. 'Let Earl go first.'
He was in no hurry. For a long moment Dumarest stood at the head of the ramp, looking down at the dirt, the grass, the soft contours of the clearing. Lifting his eyes to study the ochre stone spread to one side and rising to low hills. Lifting them higher still to look at the clear blueness of a sky fleeced with scudding white clouds and set with the golden ball of a brilliant sun. The air held an encompassing stillness broken by the rasp of his boots as he
