came each week; each week someone was hunted along the valley and killed. In not too many weeks everyone here might expect to be hunted to death.'
'Now, there will be a difference. We are no longer slaves; we are men. When the Podruods come into the valley we will kill them. There is no need to run. We have bows, we have arrows, we will kill.'
'Hah!' The exhalation came from one of the Griffits, who stood twirling his little whiskers.
'But this is only incidental. The main thing is escape. I want to leave Magarak. I want to return home. You others, do you wish for your homes?'
There was a mutter of low voices.
Kerbol rumbled stolidly, 'You speak wild words. We cannot fly space like moon-dragons.'
'There is no way,' bawled Flatface.
'Both of you are wrong,' said Barch politely. 'A few months ago a dozen Lenape escaped. There are a hundred ways. This is my idea.' He paused. There was complete silence. 'We will steal a barge, build an air-tight compartment upon it. We will load on food and stores, and leave Magarak behind us. The plan is as simple as that. There are difficulties; they must be overcome. The plan is not impossible. We have nothing to lose; are we not already condemned to death by the Klau?
'When we leave Magarak, we will fly for the nearest friendly planet. We will be a long time in space; eventually we will arrive. But from the moment we leave Magarak, we are no longer slaves, or fugitives; we are space-travelers. And when we arrive, we will be heroes, and we will have much to tell our friends and our families.'
Once more he looked around the circle of faces. How could they help but alight to his enthusiasm? They must be as eager as he to leave Magarak.
Chevrr, the hatchet-faced Splang, snapped, 'Talk is easy. Where will we find materials and tools?'
Barch laughed. 'Those are the problems which lie ahead of us. There will be many problems; there will be much work and danger. But if things go well, we will win. What do we have to lose? By acting instead of existing, we stop being animals; we become men.'
'Where can we work on such a barge?' came Kerbol's bass rumble. 'It will be seen from the air. The Klau will land a crew and fly it away.'
'One place I know of,' said Barch, 'is Big Hole. The outside wall is a shell; light comes in through fissures. We will break an opening, slide the barge through, then pile rocks back up. Now what do you say? I cannot build a spaceship alone; are you with me?'
Looking around the faces, he saw passivity, confusion, stupidity. He also saw, here and there, glimmerings of hope, imagination, enthusiasm.
Kerbol rumbled, 'It is worth trying. We lose nothing. We will try.'
'Good,' said Barch with a tight smile. 'I see you are all with me. But in case'-he looked casually down at the sprawled red body of Clet-'any others think like Clet, now they should speak.'
No one spoke.
'Excellent,' said Barch with a rather broader smile. He jumped down to the floor. 'First things first. Before we liberate a barge we need a place to hide it.'
He took up a lamp, climbed the passage into Big Hole. The tribe hesitated, then one by one followed.
Damp gray walls glistened in the yellow light; shadows sagged and danced. Where the passage came up from the hall, the floor was almost level in an area a hundred feet square. Ridges of agate jutted up at the opposite end, where the wall was thin.
Barch crossed to the far wall, climbed up the loose detritus. 'Here is where we'll open out. Quite a job but it's got to be done.'
Kerbol grunted. 'With a few cans of abiloid I could blast a hole as easy as husking a nut.'
Barch considered him thoughtfully. 'You worked at the stone quarry over the hill. Do you know where they keep the explosives?' Kerbol grunted.
'Tonight,' said Barch, 'you and I will visit the stone quarry'
Night had filled Palkwarkz Ztvo for two hours when Barch and Kerbol climbed aboard the Klau raft. Mist blew on their faces as the raft rose; the mountainside below was featureless as crumpled black cloth, except for a single spark of light, winking on the flat before the cave.
Kerbol touched Barch's arm. 'Over there, up over Mount Kebali; then down.'
Barch nodded. Mount Kebali loomed ahead like an underwater reef, and down on the slope appeared a lonesome cluster of lights. Far beyond lay the luminous blur that was Quodaras District.
'Kerbol,' said Barch to the dark shape behind him, 'in this project we've got to trust each other like brothers- and also take sensible precautions. What, in your opinion, are the chances of someone in the tribe betraying us to the Klau?'
Kerbol made a rumbling sound. 'The chances are nonexistent. The traitor would gain nothing. The Klau would not take such a crazy tale seriously; the tale-bearer would be sent to the arsenic mines as an escaped slave. True,' he went on, 'there are some with small urge to leave Palkwarkz Ztvo; life on their home worlds is no better. On the other hand, some highly-ranked planets are represented in the tribe-my own, Perdu, Calbys, Koethena, Lekthwa.' He paused. Barch said nothing.
Kerbol spoke on, 'I will be glad to see my home village; it lies in the plain of Sponis, which is blue with turf and runner lichen, and there runs the river Erth.'
'Earth?' said Barch. 'That is the name of my planet.'
'Earth?' Kerbol rolled the word on his tongue. 'I have never heard of it.' He ruminated a moment. 'You must be wild and fanciful dreamers on Earth. I have slaved twelve years on Magarak, lived a free man in Palkwarkz Ztvo for two; never have I known anything so daring.'
'It seems to me the first thing a man would think of.'
The lights of the stone quarry shifted, spread slowly apart like the opening of a marvelous bright night-flower. Barch looked down at the quarry. 'They must work all night.'
'The quotas are hard; much stone goes for ocean reclamation. Notice,' Kerbol pointed, 'that north face is next on schedule; they drill now for blasting. And there'-once more he pointed-'is the explosive's depot. The barge comes loaded, slides into the depot; empty, it slides out, and in slides a new load.'
'And what precautions are taken?'
Kerbol shrugged. 'First, an electrified fence which we will fly over. If there are alarm lines, we will avoid them also. Inside the warehouse will be a few Podruods, gaming or asleep, and Bornghaleze dispatchers who load orders onto an outgoing belt.'
'We'll take them as they come.'
The raft dropped, the quarry lights expanded. Ticking of hammers, intermittent grate of machinery came loud across the damp night. Bright blue points of fire showed where torches melted blast-pockets into rock. On the roof of the warehouse were outlined four dull squares of light-ventilation cupolas.
Barch lowered the raft to the roof, stepped off, walked carefully to a cupola. He eased his head into the light, looked down. He felt a tread behind him: Kerbol. Barch said, 'There's nothing here; The place is clean, empty.'
Kerbol bent his head. 'True,' he muttered. 'There's not even a sack of blow powder.' He straightened, looked at the rock face a half-mile away, then bent his head over the ventilator again. 'Even the barge is gone.'
Barch eyed the sky. 'How soon will new supplies get here?'
Kerbol shrugged. 'Tomorrow, tonight…'
'Look,' said Barch, 'those red lights.'
'That's the new load.'
'Come on,' said Barch. He sprinted to the raft. 'What now?' asked Kerbol, as Barch swung the raft into the air.
'Maybe we'll get more done tonight than we bargained for.' He pushed the speed pedal down hard, swept out wide, circled, approached the barge from the stern. 'Where's the pilot?'
Kerbol pointed. 'In the dome at the prow.'
'Be ready with your gun.' He skimmed in over the barge, dropped to the deck. 'I'll take the pilot, you handle the rest of the ship.' He ran stealthily forward; the pilot was a sharp-featured silhouette, eyes on the lighted rectangle of the warehouse. Barch wrenched open the door to the dome.
