Travers Sandakan of Thieves" Road Urumchi
Vann the Nomad Venerable Ming the Butcher
Vladerlin Bain of Sanfa Town Wat Franko of the Deep Wood
Wull Narvaez Zell of Windchastee
When he had done with reading, Leros glanced up at the still-high sun. "There will be time today for much fighting. Let it begin."
He handed the scroll to a subordinate priest, who read in a loud voice: "Arthur of Chesspa-Ben Tarras of the Battle-Axe."
Having both stepped into the ring, and made their holy signs imploring Thorun"s favor, the two went at it.
Ben Tarras had taken only a dozen more breaths when his battle-axe spun out of his hand to bury itself with a soft sound in the calmly receiving earth, while Arthur"s swordblade at the same time sank true and deep in Ben Tarras"s flesh. The bare, flattened soil of the fighting ring drank Ben Tarras"s blood as if it had been long athirst. A pair of slaves in shabby gray tunics dragged his body from the ring, toward a place nearby where other slaves were readying a pyre. The dry wood was stacked twice taller than a man already, and was not yet enough. Thirty-two men today would join the G.o.ds and begin their eternal feast with Thorun.
"Big Left Hand-Bram the Beardless of Consiglor."
This fight went on a little longer; and then both hands of Big Left Hand (they appeared equally big) were stilled as Bram"s sword tore his middle open. Again the slaves came to bear a corpse away, but Big Left Hand stirred and kicked feebly as they took him up. His eyes opened and were living, though the terrible wound in his front was plainly mortal. One slave, who limped about his work, pulled from his belt a short but ma.s.sive leaden maul and broke the head of the dying man with a short methodical swing. Leros for the second time said ritual words to speed a loser"s soul to Thorun, nodded to the acolyte who held the scroll.
"Brunn of Bourzoe-Byram of the Long Bridges."
It went on through the afternoon, with little pauses between fights. Some of the fights were long, and one of the winners had lost so much blood that he could hardly stand himself before he managed to still the breath in the loser"s throat. As soon as each fight was over the slaves came quickly to stanch the wounds, if any, of the winner, and lead him to food and drink and rest. It was likely to go hard in the second round of fighting with those who had been weakened in the first.
The sun was reddening near the horizon before the last match had been fought. Before retiring, Leros gave orders that the camp should be moved early in the morning. Originally he had planned to wait until midday before beginning the slow intended progress up the mountain, but the smoke of the funeral pyre seemed to lie heavy here in the low air, and amphibious vermin from the river were being drawn to the camp by the blood of heroes in which the earth was soaked.
III.
Orionwas well in-system now, rapidly matching orbital velocities with Hunters" planet, and in fact not far from entering atmosphere. From his command chair in the small control room at the center of the ship, Schoenberg supervised his autopilot with a computer-presented hologram of the planet drifting before him, the planet as it appeared ingestaltvia the mult.i.tude of sensing instruments built into the starship"s outer hull.
A few days earlier Suomi had obtained a printout on Hunters" planet from the ship"s gazetteer, a standard databank carried for navigation, trade, and emergency survival. The Hunterian year was about fifteen times as long as the Earth-standard year; Hunters" planet was therefore much farther from its primary than Earth was from Sol, but Hunters" Star was a blue-white subgiant, so that the total insolation received by both planets was very nearly equal. The radius, ma.s.s, and gravity of Hunters" planet were Earthlike, as was the composition of the atmosphere. Hunters" would surely have been colonized from pole to pole had it not been for its extreme axial tilt-more than eighty degrees to the plane of its revolution around Hunters" sun, almost as far as was Ura.n.u.s in its...o...b..t around Sol.
Spring was now a standard year old in the Hunterian northern hemisphere, which region was therefore emerging from a night that had been virtually total for another Earthly year or so. Near the north pole the night had now lasted for more than five standard years and would endure for a total of seven. Up there the ice-grip of the dark cold was deep indeed, but it would soon be loosened. Seven standard years of continuous sunheat were coming.
According to statements in the gazetteer, which were probably still valid though more than a standard century old, men had never managed to settle permanently much farther than fifteen degrees of lat.i.tude in either direction from the Hunterian equator. Dome colonies would have been called for and there had never been sufficient population pressure to make it worthwhile. Indeed, the population had not occupied even the whole equatorial zone of the main continent when the berserkers came. When the killing machines from out of s.p.a.ce attacked, the growing technological civilization of Hunters" colonists had been wrecked; the intervention of Karlsen"s battle fleet was the only reason that any of the colonists-or the biosphere itself, for that matter-had survived at all. The native life, though none of its forms were intelligent, did manage to endure at all lat.i.tudes, surviving the long winters by hibernation of one kind or another, and in many cases getting through the scorching, desiccated summers by an estivation cycle.
Away from the tropics, spring presented the only opportunity for feeding, growth, and reproduction.
Because the southern hemisphere was so largely water, the northern spring was the one that counted insofar as land animals were concerned. In the northern springtime beasts of all description emerged from caves and nests and frozen burrows with the melting of the ice. Among them came predators, more terrible, burning with more urgent hunger and ferocity, than any creatures that had ever lived on the old wild lands of Earth. On Hunters" planet now, as every fifteen standard years, the hunting season by which the planet had acquired its name was in full swing.
"The poaching season, I suppose we should call it," said Carlos Suomi to Athena Poulson. The two of them were standing in the shooting gallery Schoenberg had set up a few weeks earlier in the large cabin directly beneathOrion"s lounge. Suomi and Athena were looking over a large gun rack filled with energy rifles; Schoenberg had enjoined everyone aboard to select a weapon and become adept with it before shooting in earnest was required. Schoenberg and De La Torre spent a good deal of time down here, Celeste and Barbara hardly any.
Suomi and Athena were intermediate, he generally showing up whenever she went to practice. They were in mid-session now. Some ten meters from the rifle rack-half the diameter of the spherical ship-a computer-designed hologram showed a handful of Hunterian predators stop-actioned in what looked like a good drawing of their natural habitat. Around and beyond the sketch-like animals in the middle distance what appeared to be several square kilometers of glacier spread to an illusive horizon.
"All right," Athena said in her low voice. "Technically speaking, this tripisoutside interstellar law. But it"s evident that neither the authorities on Earth or the Interstellar Authority care very much. Oscar is too smart to get into any real trouble over such a thing. Relax and enjoy the trip, Carl, now that you"re here.
Whyever did you come along if you don"t like the idea?"
"You know why I came." Suomi pulled a rifle halfway out of the rack and then slid it back. The end of its muzzle was slightly bulbous, dull gray, pitted all over with tiny and precisely machined cavities. What it projected was sheer physical force, abstracted almost to the point of turning into mathematics. Suomi had already tried out all the rifles in the rack and they all seemed pretty much the same to him, despite their considerable differences in length and shape and weight. They were all loaded now with special target cartridges, projecting only a trickle of power when triggered, enough to operate the target range. Its setup was not different in principle from the target ranges in arcades on Earth or other urbanized planets; only there it was generally toy berserkers that one shot at, black metal goblins of various angular shapes that waved their limbs or flashed their imitation laser beams in menace. "I"ve always enjoyed these target games," he said. "Why shouldn"t these be real enough, instead of going after living animals?"
"Because these are not real," said Athena firmly. "And shooting at them isn"t real either." She chose a rifle and turned her back on Suomi to aim it down the range. Somewhere a scanner interpreted her posture as that of the ready hunter, and the scene before her came alive again with deliberate motion. A multimouthed creature bristling with heavy fur stalked toward them at a range of seventy meters. Athena fired, a small click was emitted by the rifle, which remained perfectly steady, and the beast flopped over in a graceful, almost stylized way, now wearing a spot of red light riveted near the middle of what should have been its spine. The indication was for a clean kill.
"Athena, I came along because you were coming, and I wanted to spend time with you, to get some things settled between us. That"s why I had you get me invited. Also it was a chance to take a trip on a private s.p.a.ce yacht, something I"ll probably never be able to do again. If I must hunt, to keep your lord and master upstairs happy, why then I"ll do it. Or at least go through the motions of hunting."
"Carlos, you"re always talking down Oscar to me, and it won"t work. I think this is the one I"ll carry."
She turned the rifle this way and that, looking at it critically.
"I wonder what the people living on Hunters" think about expeditions like ours."
"They"re not being harmed, as far as I can see. I don"t suppose they"ll give a d.a.m.n, even if they know we"re there, which they probably won"t. We won"t be hunting in an inhabited area, but in the north."
She sounded as if she knew what she was talking about, though she had probably only read the same ship"s printout that Suomi had been studying. None of them except Schoenberg had been here before, and, when you thought about it, Schoenberg was really uncommunicative about his previous trip. With a few words he gave a.s.surance that they were all in for some marvelous sport, warned succinctly about certain dangers to be wary of-and that was about it. He might have been on Hunters" a number of times before. He might be three hundred years old or more; it was getting hard to tell these days, when an age of five hundred years was not unheard of. As long as the central nervous system held out other systems of the body could generally be maintained or replaced as needed.
Schoenberg"s voice now sounded on the intercom. "We"re coming into atmosphere soon, people.
Artificial gravity will be going off in another twenty minutes. Better secure your areas and settle in the lounge or in your staterooms."
"We hear you in the target range," Suomi answered. "We"re on our way." He and Athena began to secure the rifles in the rack, and to make sure that nothing in the area was likely to fly around loose if the coming maneuvers in free gravity should become violent for any reason.
Seated a few minutes later in the lounge, Suomi watched the progress of their descent on the wall-sized screens. The planet, that had been hardly more than a star when last he observed its image, was now on top of them, or so it seemed. It grew further, eased around to a position below them as Schoenberg changed ship"s att.i.tude, spread a cloud net to catchOrion, became a world with a horizon to hold them in.
The blue-white sun grew yellowish as they began to see it from inside the planet"s atmosphere.
The land below was high, rough country. Like most planets, Hunters" had an uninhabited look when seen from the upper air. Here the appearance persisted even when they had dropped to only a few kilometers"
alt.i.tude.
Schoenberg, alone in the control room, now took over control completely from the computers, guiding the ship manually, looking rapidly from one television screen to another. In the lounge they could watch him on the pa.s.senger"s screen. Obviously traffic in the Hunterian atmosphere was practically non-existent and a mid-air collision nothing to be feared.
Now Schoenberg was following a river, actually skirting sometimes between the walls of its deep-cut canyon. Mountains rose and dipped beneathOrionas he veered away from the watercourse, steadily decreasing speed. At last a chalet-like structure, flanked by log outbuildings, the whole complex surrounded by a palisade, came into view at the head of a pa.s.s. There was a scarcity of level ground, but Schoenberg had no real trouble in lowering the ship onto the barren soil about fifty meters outside the stockade. From the spherical metal hull, thick landing struts moved out to take the ship"s weight and hold her upright. There was a scarcely perceptible settling motion when the pilot cut the drive. The ship used the same silent forces for maneuvering in atmosphere as in s.p.a.ce-though caution was necessary when using them near a planet-sized ma.s.s-and it could be landed on any surface that would bear its weight.
Obviously their descent had been observed, for the drive was hardly off before people in drab clothes began to appear from a gate in the stockade. The arrival of a s.p.a.ceship seemed to be an exciting event, but no more than that. The impromptu welcoming committee of six or eight showed no hesitancy in drawing near.
Once the ship was firmly down Schoenberg got out of his chair and headed for the main hatch, which, without formality, he at once opened wide to the planet"s air, and pressed the b.u.t.ton to extrude a landing ramp. He and the others aboard had taken the routine immunological treatments before departure, and the ship had been gone over by his own medics to avoid carrying dangerous microorganisms to a planet with only a primitive medical technology.
The natives waited a few meters from the ship, the women wearing long gowns and heavy ap.r.o.ns, the men for the most part dressed in coveralls. A couple of them had primitive cutting or digging tools in hand.
One smiling young man, better dressed than the others, his boots just as heavy but fancier, and with a short sword in a decorated leather scabbard at his belt, stepped forward.
"Welcome, then." He spoke the common language with what seemed to Earth ears a heavy, but understandable, accent. "Now you are Mister Schoenberg, I recall."
"I am." Smiling and open in his manner, Schoenberg went down the ramp to shake hands. "And you are-Kestand, isn"t it? Mikenas"s younger brother?"
"Now that is right. I was just a small one last hunting season when you were here. Surprised you know me."
"Not at all. How"s Mikenas?"
"He"s fine. Out now tending stock."
The conversation went on about the state of affairs on the ranch or fiefdom or whatever it was that the absent Mikenas owned or ruled. Suomi and the other pa.s.sengers-all the girls were now dressed quite modestly-had come down from the lounge, but at a gesture from Schoenberg remained just inside the ship, enjoying the fresh alien air. Meanwhile the farm workers remained standing in a group outside.
These all appeared cheerful and more or less healthy, but might have been deaf and dumb. It was probably a decade and a half since any of them had had any news from the great interstellar civilization that networked the sky about them. They smiled at the visitors, but only Kestand spoke, and even he showed no inclination to ask how things were going, out among the stars.
It seemed that no introductions were going to be made. The whole thing had a clandestine air, like a smugglers" meeting. For a moment Suomi wondered-but the idea was ridiculous. A man of Schoenberg"s wealth would not dabble in smuggling so directly if he decided to take it up.
Kestand was asking: "Have you been hunting yet?"
"No. I wanted to stop here first, and find out what"s changed on the world since my last trip."
"Well." Kestand, not the most scintillating speaker Suomi had ever attended, began to expand his earlier reports on the local state of crops and weather and hunting. "Not real northern hunting, y"understand, I haven"t been able to get away yet this season. Like to be on my way right now, but Mikenas left me in charge."
Schoenberg was listening patiently. Suomi, from clues dropped here and there, gathered that Mikenas and Schoenberg had gone north by s.p.a.ceship last hunting season and had enjoyed notable success.
Suomi"s eyes kept coming back to the sword Kestand wore. The sheath was leather, looped onto the man"s belt, and the hilt seemed to be plastic but of course was much more likely to be wood or bone; Suomi wished he knew more about primitive materials. Casting back through his life"s memories-only about thirty years to be sure-he could not recall ever before seeing a man carrying a weapon for any non-symbolic purpose. Of course this sword might be only a badge of authority. It looked, though, as businesslike as the hoe that one of the other men was holding.
The two-way conversation had veered to the governmental and religious changes that had taken place since the last northern hunting season. These were all obscure to Suomi, but Schoenberg seemed to understand.
"G.o.dsmountain has pretty well taken over, then," he mused, nodding his head as if at a suspicion confirmed. Then he asked: "Are they having the Tournament as planned this season?"
"Yes." Kestand looked up at the sun. "Should be starting in another two, three days. Byram of the Long Bridges, he"s our local champion."
"Local?" Schoenberg looked thoughtful. "Isn"t Long Bridges a good two hundred kilometers from here?"
"I tell you, this"s a world Tournament. Each of the sixty-four districts is a big"un." Kestand shook his head. "I"d purely like to go."
"You would"ve gone, I bet, even rather than hunting, if Mikenas hadn"t left you in charge here."
"No, oh nooo, there was no way. Tournament"s private for the G.o.ds and priests. Even the earl couldn"t get an invitation, and Byram is his bodyguard. Mikenas didn"t even try."
Schoenberg frowned slightly, but did not pursue the matter of the Tournament any further. Suomi meanwhile was imagining a tournament of jousting, as in the old stories of Earth, men in full armor hurtling together on armored animals, trying to unseat each other with lances. But it couldn"t be quite that; he recalled from his reading that there were no riding animals on Hunters".
After a little more talk Schoenberg thanked his informant courteously and called up into the ship for them to hand him down a satchel from a locker near the hatch. "And two of those ingots that you"ll find in the locker; bring them down also, would you, gentlemen?"
Suomi and De La Torre brought the desired items down the ramp. Setting the satchel at Kestand"s feet, Schoenberg announced: "This is what I told Mikenas I"d bring him, power cells for lamps and a few medicines. Tell him I"m sorry I missed him; I"ll stop again next season if all goes well. And here." He hefted the two ingots and handed them to the native. "For you. Good metal for points or blades. Have a good smith work it. Tell him to quench it in ice water. I guess you have no trouble getting that at this alt.i.tude."
"Why, I give you great thanks!" Kestand was obviously well pleased.
Once the ramp was retracted and the hatch closed, Schoenberg wasted little time in gettingOrioninto the air again. He still held manual control, soaring up in a steep arc that gradually bent into a level flight toward the northwest.
His pa.s.sengers had come to the control room with him this time and sat or stood around, more or less looking over his shoulder. When they had leveled off, De La Torre asked: "Where to, fearless leader?
Shall we go and watch a few heads get broken?"
Schoenberg grunted. "Let"s go hunting first, Gus. The man said two or three days before the Tournament starts. I"m anxious to get a little hunting in." This time he remembered to look around as a matter of form.
"How does that suit you people?"
The planet flowed south and east beneath them. The sun, turning blue-white again at this alt.i.tude, reversed its apparent daily motion proper for the season and also slid toward the east from the tearing high-Mach velocity of their flight. An indicator on the edge of a warning zone showed how the drive was laboring to move them at so high a velocity this close to the center of a planet-sized ma.s.s. Schoenberg was indeed impatient. He had run out force-baffles on the hull, Suomi noted, to dampen the sonic shock wave of their pa.s.sage, and they were too high to be seen from the ground with unaided eyes. No one in the lands below would be able to detect their pa.s.sage.
Celeste and Barbara soon retired to redecorate themselves in interstellar style. For the next several days the party would presumably be out of sight of Hunterian males who might be aroused or scandalized by the fashions of the great world.
Athena, clinging to a stanchion behind Schoenberg"s chair, remarked: "I wonder if there are other hunting parties here. Outworlders like us, I mean."
Schoenberg only shrugged. Suomi said: "I suppose there might be three or four. Not many can afford private s.p.a.ce travel, and also have the inclination to hunt."
De La Torre: "Since we all seem to have the inclination to hunt, it"s lucky for us that we found Oscar."
Oscar had no comment. Suomi asked De La Torre: "Do you work for him, by the way? You"ve never told me."
"I have independent means, as they say. We met through business, about a year ago."
Schoenberg had gone a little higher to ease the strain on the drive. At this alt.i.tude the world called Hunters" almost seemed to have let go of the ship again. On several of the wall screens the terminator, boundary line between night and day, could be seen slanting across cloud cover athwart the invisible equator far to the south. The south pole, well out of sight around the curvature of the world, was more than halfway through its approximately seven standard years of uninterrupted sunlight. There the sun was a standard year past its closest approach to the zenith, and was now spiralling lower and ever lower in the sky, one turn with every Hunterian day, or one about every twenty standard hours.
A couple of standard years in the future the sun would set for its long night at the south pole and simultaneously rise above the horizon at the north pole. Right now the Hunterian arctic, locked in the last half of its long night, must look as lifeless as the surface of Pluto, buried under a vast freeze-out of a substantial portion of the planet"s water. Up there the equinoctial dawn would bring the hunting season to its end; right now the season was at its height in the middle lat.i.tudes of the north, where the sun was just coming over the horizon, each day sweeping from east to west a little higher in the southern sky, bringing in the thaw. That region must be Schoenberg"s destination.
They came down into a world of icy twilight, amid slopes of bare enduring rock and eroding, fantastic glaciers, all towering above valleys filled with rushing water and greenly exploding life.
Schoenberg found a walkable part of the landscape in which to setOriondown and some solid level rock to bear her weight. This time, before opening the hatch, he took a rifle from the small rack set just inside, and held it ready in his hands. The opening of the hatch admitted a steady polyphonic roar of rushing waters. Schoenberg drew a deep breath and stood in the opening, looking out. As on the earlier landing the others were behind him. Celeste and Barbara, not dressed for near-freezing weather, moved shivering to the rear. The air smelled of wetness and cold, of thawing time and alien life. The landscape stretched before them, too big and complex to be quickly taken in. The shadows of southern mountains reached up high on the mountains to the north.
They were going out right away; there were several standard hours of daylight remaining here.
Schoenberg began a routine check-out of arms and other equipment, and called for volunteers.
Athena announced at once that she was ready. De La Torre said that he would like to have a go. Suomi, too-not that he really intended to kill anything that did not attack him. He felt a genuine need to get out of the ship for a while. Though all the tricks of environmental psychology had been used in the interior design of theOrionto ameliorate the reality of confinement, the trip had still cooped up six people in a small s.p.a.ce for many weeks. Being aware of all the designer"s tricks, Suomi was perhaps helped less than others by them. Barbara and Celeste elected not to try hunting today after Schoenberg had indicated he preferred it that way. He promised them a more peaceful picnic outing in the morning.
"We"ll go in pairs, then," Schoenberg announced when everything was ready. "Gus, you"ve hunted before, but not on this planet. If I may suggest, you and Athena take a stroll down the valley there." It spread before them as they looked out from the hatch, beginning thirty or forty meters from the rocky level where the ship rested, plunging after about a kilometer and a half of gentle, green-clad slope into an ice-clogged canyon down whose center a new torrent had begun to carve its way. "Down there at the lower end, where it slopes off into the canyon, the vegetation may well be head-high. There should be twelve or thirteen species of large herbivores."