'Please, open up! We need help!'
There was a grating sound as of a bolt being drawn back and then the door creaked open and a face appeared in the crack.
'Who disturbs our rest at this late hour?' Black eyes glittering in the light glanced quickly at each of them in turn.
'Please, sir. We seek refuge behind your walls. Our friend is hurt. May we come in?'
There was a slight hesitation and then the door was thrown open wide, revealing a small man with a smooth bald head which gleamed in the moonlight. 'You are welcome, friends. How can I help you?'
As soon as Kyr was moved inside Adjani whirled to the door and shut it, throwing the bolt. Their host narrowed his eyes and looked sharply at his guests.
Spence saw the look and said, 'We mean you no harm, sir, We won't trouble you further.'
'I am Devi, dean of the seminary. I was just on my way to my quarters when I heard you knocking on the gate. Are you in trouble?'
'We were traveling on the road earlier,' said Adjani. 'We camped in the forest.'
'Wild animals found us and pursued us,' said Gita, his eyes big with fright. 'We came here, Your Eminence.'
Devi laughed. 'You have had a time of it, yes; I can see that. Now about your friend.' He bent to examine the Martian.
Spence quickly turned to hide the alien's features. 'He'll be all right. He fell. We had to carry him. I think he's coming out of it.'
Devi nodded. 'I won't pry. Your secrets are safe with me. Wild animals have been known to wander nearby in these forests, though it has been a long time since anyone saw a lion or tiger. But we'll let that keep for now.' He smiled and Spence saw his bald head bob. 'Now you'll want to lie down and rest, I think.'
'We don't want to put you to any trouble, sir,' said Adjani.
'Oh, no trouble. I am only sorry I do not have beds to offer you; they are all full. But follow me-I will find something.'
He turned and led them across the courtyard toward the main building of the complex. Their steps echoed faintly on the stone walk. They moved cautiously, peering into the sky for the dreaded shapes. But the sky was clear and bright and the moon fair. Not a sign of the demons could be seen.
24
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KVALNIKOV LOWERED HIMSELF CAREFULLY through the man-sized hole in the lower deck beneath the docking bay staging area. The hole was made for more standard-sized spacemen, not Russian giants, and Kalnikov was a husky giant at that, so he had to squeeze his shoulders through carefully in order to keep from getting stuck. Once through, he dropped down a short ladder and made his way through a junction tube to the maintenance room that he and Packer had made their home, war room, and base of operations for the coming revolution.
He entered the room, filled with cylinders and hydraulic hoses and the electronic servo boxes which operated them. Packer sat hunched over a small console at a tiny table in the cramped room, his face green in the reflected light from the screen he stared into.
'How goes it, friend? Progress?'
'Hmph. It's enough that you give me obsolete tools to work with-you expect progress, too?'
'You are getting to be a very disagreeable fellow, Packer. But I don't mind,' the Russian said cheerily. Packer looked away from the screen at his companion and noticed a definite change in the man's appearance-he seemed buoyant, full of smiles and winks.
'Have you been drinking?'
'No, I have news.'
'What is it?'
'First, you must tell me how you are coming on your little project there.'
Packer frowned. In the last several days-or was it weeks?he had not stirred out of their prison. For most of that time he had been sitting before the small screen staring at green phosphorescent blips and scrambled letters and numbers. MIRA was a tough old girl to crack, and he had only the tools of a fourth-form schoolboy to do it with.
They had decided to risk tapping MIRA's data bank to monitor the flow of information between the administration and security offices-between Wermeyer and Ramm. To do that they needed a terminal and a hook- in that would not be noticed when engaged. Kalnikov had scrounged an old manual keyboard model from a dusty corner somewhere and put Packer to work. He had been working constantly ever since.
'I am becoming permanently hunchbacked,' said Packer. 'That's how I'm coming. As for the project, well, who knows? Tomorrow or maybe the next day. It's too early to tell. MIRA's got a thick shell, tough as armor. And there's only so much this kiddie computer can do.' He paused and dismissed the machine with a wave of his hand, and then continued.
'But I've organized fifteen of my best third-year men into teams. We've split the program into five parts and each team is working on a portion of the key. Right now, I'm merely trying to juice up our system here to handle the sneak feed once we're on line.'
'Then we are in?'
'Not yet. Soon though. I've been able to worm in using the autohydraulic servo connect lines and I've reversed a couple of them without anyone noticing so far. There may be a red light blinking somewhere that someone may notice, but we'll have to chance it. There's still a way to go yet,'
'When?' asked Kalnikov, crossing his great arms across his wide chest.
'Like I said, soon-tomorrow or the next day. Maybe longer. The problem is that the best program engineers in the world put in state-of-the-art worm traps. Sliding into the data core means outsmarting the traps and that's next to impossible. It would probably be easier to put your ear to the keyhole and listen that way.'
The Russian was unimpressed. 'It can be done. Anything one man can do, another can undo.'
'Thanks for the encouragement.'
'But it must be done by tonight.'
'What? Now wait a minute-' Packer leaped from his seat and sent his chair crashing backwards to the floor.
'Restrain yourself, please. We need to be on line by tonight.
I have received word through the network that messages have been received this morning.'
'Messages from who?'
'It is all in code. We don't know. But the effect has been to increase the effort to find us and to expose the network.'
'Oh, great.'
'Time is growing short. Something is about to happen and they want us safely out of the way before it does. We need all the advance warning we can get. We must get into MIRA's datafiles and read those signals-and any more that come through.'
'They're really upset, huh?' Packer raised his eyes upward.
'They are even sniffling out the ventilation systems-they say there is a chemical leak from sanitation and traces of cyanide were found in the air. It is just an excuse, of course, so people will not become alarmed.'
'Then it's only a matter of time before they flush us out of here.'
'I am taking care of that. I am in contact with my second-incommand. He is with us. He will either disrupt the search of the docking bay, or he will obstruct it in some way. We don't need to worry yet. Anyway, he will be able to warn us. But about tonight
