As soon as the matter was brought to the commander"s attention, he acted. He sent out a patrol to the place where the ringleaders were meeting, arrested them, and sentenced them to death. He didn"t realize what effect that action would have on the rest of the islanders.
He almost found out too late.
XI
"There must be three thousand of them out there," said Lieutenant commander Hernan tightly, "and every one of them"s crazy."
"Rot!" The commander spat on the ground and then sighted again along the barrel of his weapon. "I"m the one who"s crazy. I"m a lousy politician; that"s my trouble."
The lieutenant commander shrugged lightly. "Anyone can make a mistake.
Just chalk it up to experience."
"I will, when we get out of this mess." He watched the gathering natives through hard, slitted eyes.
The invading Earthmen were in a village at the southern end of the eight-mile-long island, waiting inside the mud-brick huts while the natives who had surrounded the village worked themselves into a frenzy for an attack. The commander knew there was no sense in charging into them at that point: they would simply scatter and rea.s.semble. The only thing to do was wait until they attacked--and then smash the attack.
"Hernan," he said, his eyes still watching the outside, "you and the others get out there with the carriers after the first volley. Cut them down. They"re twenty-to-one against us, so make every blow count. Move."
Hernan nodded wordlessly and slipped away.
The natives were building up their courage with some sort of war dance, whooping and screaming and making threatening gestures toward the embattled invaders. Then the pattern of the dance changed; the islanders whirled to face the mud-brick buildings which housed the invading Earthmen. Suddenly, the dance broke, and the warriors ran in a screaming charge, straight for the trapped soldiers.
The commander waited. His own shot would be the signal, and he didn"t want the men to fire too quickly. If the islanders were hit too soon, they might fall back into the woods and set up a siege, which the little company couldn"t stand. Better to mop up the natives now, if possible.
Closer. Closer--
_Now!_
The commander"s first shot picked off one of the leaders in the front ranks of the native warriors, and was followed by a raking volley from the other power weapons, firing from the windows of the mud-brick buildings. The warriors in the front rank dropped, and those in the second rank had to move adroitly to keep from stumbling over the bodies of their fallen fellows. The firing from the huts became ragged, but its raking effect was still deadly. A cloud of heavy, stinking smoke rolled across the clearing between the edge of the jungle and the village, as the bright, hard lances of heat leaped from the muzzles of the power weapons toward the bodies of the charging warriors.
The charge was gone from the commander"s weapon, and he didn"t bother to replace it. As Hernan and his men charged into the melee with their carriers, the commander went with them.
At the same time, the armored infantrymen came pouring out of the mud-brick houses, swinging their swords, straight into the ma.s.s of confused native warriors. A picked group of sharpshooters remained behind, in the concealment of the huts to pick off the warriors at the edge of the battle with their sporadic fire.
The commander"s lips were moving a little as he formed the symbol-patterns of power almost unconsciously; a lifetime of habit had burned them into his brain so deeply that he could form them automatically while turning the thinking part of his mind to the business at hand.
He soon found himself entirely surrounded by the alien warriors. Their bronze weapons glittered in the sunlight as they tried to fight off the onslaught of the invaders. And those same bronze weapons were sheared, nicked, blunted, bent, and broken as they met the harder steel of the commander"s sword.
Then the unexpected happened. One of the warriors, braver than the rest, made a grab for the commander"s sword arm. At almost the same moment, a warrior on the other side of the carrier aimed a spear thrust at his side.
Either by itself would have been ineffectual. The spear clanged harmlessly from the commander"s armor, and the warrior who had attempted to pull him from the carrier died before he could give much of a tug.
But the combination, plus the fact that the heavy armor was a little unwieldy, overbalanced him. He toppled to the ground with a clash of steel as he and the carrier parted company.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
Without a human hand at its controls, the carrier automatically moved away from the ma.s.s of struggling fighters and came to a halt well away from the battle.
The commander rolled as he hit and leaped to his feet, his sword moving in flickering arcs around him. The natives had no knowledge of effective swordplay. Like any barbarian, they conceived of a sword as a cutting instrument rather than a thrusting one. They chopped with them, using small shields to protect their bodies as they tried to hack the commander to bits.
But the commander had no desire to become mincemeat just yet. Five of the barbarians were coming at him, their swords raised for a downward slash. The commander lunged forward with a straight stop-thrust aimed at the groin of the nearest one. It came as a complete surprise to the warrior, who doubled up in pain.
The commander had already withdrawn his blade and was attacking the second as the first fell. He made another feint to the groin and then changed the aim of his point as the warrior tried to cover with his shield. A buckler is fine protection against a man who is trying to hack you to death with a chopper, because a heavy cutting sword and a shield have about the same inertia, and thus the same maneuverability. But the shield isn"t worth anything against a light stabbing weapon. The warrior"s shield started downward and he was unable to stop it and reverse its direction before the commander"s sword pierced his throat.
Two down, three to go. No, four. Another warrior had decided to join the little battle against the leader of the invading Earthmen.
The commander changed his tactics just slightly with the third man. He slashed with the tip of his blade against the descending sword-arm of his opponent--a short, quick flick of his wrist that sheared through the inside of the wrist, severing tendons, muscles, veins and arteries as it cut to the bone. The sword clanged harmlessly off the commander"s shoulder. A quick thrust, and the third man died.
The other three slowed their attack and began circling warily, trying to get behind the commander. Instead of waiting, he charged forward, again cutting at the sword arm of his adversary, severing fingers this time.
As the warrior turned, the commander"s sword pierced his side.
How long it went on, he had no idea. He kept his legs and his sword-arm moving, and his eyes ever alert for new foes as man after man dropped beneath that snake-tonguing blade. Inside his armor, perspiration poured in rivulets down his skin, and his arms and legs began to ache, but not for one second did he let up. He could not see what was going on, could not tell the direction of the battle nor even allow his mind to wonder what was going on more than ten paces from him.
And then, quite suddenly, it seemed, it was all over. Lieutenant commander Hernan and five other men pulled up with their carriers, as if from nowhere, their weapons dealing death, clearing a s.p.a.ce around their commander.
"You hurt?" bawled Hernan.
The commander paused to catch his breath. He knew there was a sword-slash across his face, and his right leg felt as though there was a cut on it, but otherwise--
"I"m all right," he said. "How"s it going?"
"They"re breaking," Hernan told him. "We"ll have them scattered within minutes."
Even as he spoke, the surge of battle moved away from them, toward the forest. The charge of the carriers, wreaking havoc on every side, had broken up the battle formation the aliens had had; the flaming death from the horrible weapons of the invaders, the fearless courage of the foot soldiers, and the steel-clad monsters that were running amuck among them shattered the little discipline they had. Panicky, they lost their anger, which had taken them several hours to build up. They scattered, heading for the forest.
Shortly, the village was silent. Not an alien warrior was to be seen, save for the hundreds of mute corpses that testified to the carnage that had been wrought.
Several of the commander"s men had been wounded, and three had died.
Lieutenant commander Hernan had been severely wounded in the leg by a native javelin, but the injury was a long way from being fatal.
Hernan gritted his teeth while his leg was being bandaged. "The angels were with us on that one," he said between winces.
The commander nodded. "I hope they stick with us. We"ll need "em to get off this island."
XII
For a while, it looked as though they were trapped on the island. The natives didn"t dare to attack again, but no hunting party was safe, and the food supply was dropping. They had gotten on the island only by the help of the natives, who had ferried them over on rafts. But getting off was another thing, now that the natives were hostile. Cutting down trees to build rafts might possibly be managed, but during the loading the little company would be too vulnerable to attack.
The commander was seated bleakly in the hut he had taken as his headquarters, trying to devise a scheme for getting to the mainland, when the deadlock was finally broken.