He followed Rockford inside, where Rockford settled down in the easy-chair and yawned.
"I had a rather busy night," he said. "Certain events occurred yesterday afternoon which forced me to change my own plans to some extent. Or to set them ahead a day, I should say."
He made an effort to put the vision of Lyla from his mind and asked, "Did you make any progress with Val Boran?"
"No, I"m afraid not. Of course, I didn"t expect to." Rockford yawned again. "There was another message from Supreme Command. The situation is getting worse. Which reminds me of your Duty For The Day and the fact that if you can live through it, you will have it made."
_He"s my superior_, Hunter thought. _He"s supposed to outrank a s.p.a.ce Patrol General--and he"s amused by the situation he"s here to remedy._
"Right now," Rockford said, "Lyla faces a grim future and feels like she doesn"t have a friend in the world. She needs a shoulder to cry on. You will take her for a walk and supply that shoulder."
Somehow, even though the order had nothing to do with the Terran-Verdam crisis, he did not have the heart to object. She had been crying before she even reached her door. Later, after he had comforted her, he would demand that Rockford get down to determined effort on the Verdam problem. No more than an hour would be lost by that....
"Yes, sir," he said. "But in the interests of Princess Lyla"s safety, I had better talk to her in her cabin. Alonzo saw Narf and Sonig bring back eight--"
"Professional killers, to dispose of you," Rockford finished. "I know all about it, and I know that Narf took time last night to spend an hour with his favorite girl friend and brag even to her that he was going to marry Lyla today before your dead body had time to get cool.
"But you just take Lyla for another walk and you will cause the beginning of the end for the Verdam Peoples Worlds. You will go down in history, my boy, as the man who saved the Terran Republic."
Hunter went out the door, again feeling a feverish sense of unreality.
He was to go forth and get blasted into hamburger and by some mysterious process known only to Rockford, the Verdam empire would contritely start collapsing....
He did not knock on her door. He did not think of it as a violation of her privacy. She would be feeling too alone and unwanted to care.
She was not crying as he had thought she would be. She was standing by the window, staring down at the gray, distant desert, her eyes as bleakly empty as it.
"h.e.l.lo, Lyla," he said.
"h.e.l.lo, Dale. I was just thinking; this is the day that I, as a woman, should always have dreamed about"--she tried to smile, and failed, and the bra.s.s came into her voice--"my wedding day!"
"Alonzo told me about it."
It seemed to him he should add something, such as to wish her happiness--but such words would be meaningless and farcical and they would both know it.
But there was no reason why he should endanger her by obeying Rockford"s insane order. He would not do it--
"Ah ... good morning, Lyla!" Rockford loomed in the doorway, jovial as a Santa Claus. "Did you know Dale wants to go for a walk in the woods with you this bright spring morning--and he"s no doubt too bashful to tell you so? Do you good to get away from camp"--there was the suggestion of a pause--"while you"re still free."
He turned a beaming smile on Hunter. "Don"t stand there like a dummy, boy--take her by the arm and let her have a last walk with someone who cares what happens to her."
There was one thing about Rockford not compatible with his air of fond fatherliness: his eyes were hard, gray slate as they looked into Hunter"s and there was no mistaking their expression. Rockford had not made a fatherly suggestion for his own amus.e.m.e.nt. He had given an order that he intended to be obeyed.
Hunter and Lyla walked on through the thickets of ghost trees and arrow brush, each with little to say, Hunter feeling more and more like a ridiculous fool. They had no destination, no purpose in their walk, other than to abide by Rockford"s desire that a total of ten a.s.sa.s.sins get a chance to slaughter a certain expendable second lieutenant.
He did not put his arm around Lyla as they walked. If they killed him, it would have to be without their having the satisfaction of the pictures they wanted with which to blackmail her.
They came to a tiny clearing, where a cloud tree log made an inviting seat in the shade, and Lyla said:
"No matter how far we walk, I"ll have to go back to face it. Let"s stop here, and rest a while."
He saw that the clearing was fairly well screened, but certainly not completely so. It would have to do.
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He sat down on the log several feet away from her, not wanting to take the chance of her getting hit by accident.
_Not that I"m enthusiastic about getting hit by intent, myself_, he thought. _What a way for a s.p.a.ce Guard officer to die._
He wondered if Rockford would ever inform Headquarters that Lieutenant Dale Hunter had died in the line of duty--by whatever twisted logic this insane episode could be called duty--and he wondered how the Commemoration Roll would read for him.... _Displaying courage above and beyond the call of duty, Lieutenant Hunter sat conspicuously on top of a hill and calmly waited for ten a.s.sa.s.sins to slaughter him...._
"It"s peaceful and quiet here, isn"t it?" Lyla said.
He had been trying to watch four different directions at once and he realized that the constant swiveling of his neck was causing his stiff blouse collar to slowly cut his throat. And he saw that it was--for the moment, anyway--peaceful and quiet where they sat. The sun was warm and golden before them, bright flowers sweetly scented the air, and giant rainbow moths were fluttering over them, their tiny voices like the piping of a thousand fairy flutes.
"I wish I had been born a country girl," Lyla said. "I"d like to have a life like this, and not--what mine will be."
He asked the question to which he had to have the answer:
"Once you were going to marry Val and live on Jardeen, weren"t you?"
"I ... so my foolishness is no longer a secret?"
"Foolishness?" he asked.
"We met two years ago when I was attending the Fine Arts university on Jardeen. I was younger and a lot more nave then than I am now. I thought we were desperately in love and would get married as soon as I finished school and would live happily ever after, and all that."
"And it didn"t turn out that way?"
"I had to make that promise to Daddy and when I wrote to Val about it, he seemed to approve. He didn"t suggest I renounce the proxy marriage when the time was up, or anything. He just wrote that I knew what I wanted to do. He seemed relieved to be free to go ahead with his political career."
"I see," he said, and then, "you don"t feel bad about it, do you, Lyla?"
"Feel bad? I wouldn"t marry Val Boran if he was the last man on Vesta!
Even Lord Narf isn"t as self-centered as _he_ is!"
"You don"t have to marry Narf either," he said. "You know that."
She looked down at the ground and said in a dead voice, "I made a promise."
"Rockford told me that your father never really knew Narf--that on the few times they met, Narf put on the act of being a refined gentleman, very respectful toward the king"s daughter."
She did not answer and he said, "Is that the way it was?"
"Yes. That"s the way it was. But how could I tell Daddy, as he lay dying?"
"You couldn"t, Lyla. But if your father could be here today and know what you know about Narf, do you think he would want you to marry him?"