Every wall felt solid, with the exception of one spot at the far end where there was a flat area with a transparent section at eye level. Looking through this "window" as his father would have called it, Kelvin saw the transporter.
"I don"t see any b.u.t.ton or lever in here or in there!" John complained. "Give your gauntlets an order, Kelvin. Let them search!"
Kelvin was quick to comply. The gauntlets did search, just as he mentally told them to, but they did not find anything on the flat area or its window. He wanted to go, but the gauntlets were reluctant, and kept his hands and fingers moving and pressing in various patterns.
Well, Kelvin thought sadly as he let the gauntlets play, I suppose I can get used to living here. But I"m going to miss my wife and the chimaera is going to think ill of me. I wanted to get the seeds for it. I"d promised, and I always keep my word.
Stupid mortal, relax and let the gauntlets do your work!
Kelvin jumped. Mervania-is that you?
What other head would it be, stupid? You must have known I"d keep track of you!
But you don"t have the dragonberries!
No, but I do have a mind! The mind is not limited in intelligent species.
But if you"ve found me, and- I have stayed with you. If I had let go I would have lost you for good. I must admit I am growing tired of it. You are most boring. You don"t like bloodletting at all. You wouldn"t even have had the ferocity to attack those guardsmen if the gauntlets and I hadn"t urged you on.
Kelvin glanced around at the others. It seemed impossible to him that they did not know what was going on in his head.
What do you want me to do, Mervania? He hated to admit it, but he felt better having her along. His mind did feel inferior at times.
Why thank you, Kelvin. You are quite correct: your mind requires b.u.t.tressing. Very well, I will tell you what to do. Bring the entire crew here to my frame. I can help them.
You could eat them! He shuddered, just thinking of it. Then he saw Kian looking at him as if he were crazy. He had been showing his emotions!
Stupid mortal! Mervania thought with something almost like affection. Of course I could! But I won"t. I want those seeds you"re going to get. Then I won"t need to cling to your frail mind in order to travel across the frames.
But why help these others?
Because I"m a good creature, that"s why! You a.s.sume I"m evil merely because my dietary habits differ slightly from yours. That is a narrow view. Besides, I don"t like tyrants. I"ve eaten a lot of them, and believe me, every time their minds gave my stomach trouble.
You"ve eaten tyrants?
Of course! You don"t think I was always confined, do you? All humans are devourable, but some are tastier than others.
She likes to play with our food, her brother head interrupted. Actually it was only a couple of tyrants. One proclaimed itself a G.o.d, and the other built pyramids of human skulls. Delicious thought!
Mertin, don"t mess with my concentration! It"s tedious enough keeping such a tiny mind on line! Grumpus, what is that you"re chomping? Spit it out! Do you want to make us sick? Gag, gag, gag. Urp, urp.
Kelvin felt his own innards twisting and fluttering with the monster"s retching. This was a disadvantage of telepathy he hadn"t thought of!
Then the gauntlets pressed his fingers against either side of the window. There was a pop, and the flat area slid away, taking the window with it. There was now an open doorway between them and the transporter.
"What did I tell you!" John Knight said. "Holy-YOW!" He clutched first his temples and then the front and back of his head.
Everyone else in the chamber was reacting similarly. Someone screamed. Two of the men dropped to the floor and writhed.
Kelvin knew why. There was a buzzing sound so loud and painful that it seemed to fill every crevice in his head. This was the head-splitting effect they had been warned about!
Well, I"m certainly not going to put up with this! Get yourself out of it, stupid mortal! I"m leaving!
No, no, Mervania, wait!
Abruptly he felt her absence, but not an end to the pain. She had made good on her threat. The gauntlets, unperturbed, were feeling carefully above the doorway.
"You want to use that transporter? Go ahead!" Marvin charged clumsily toward the front of the chamber. His men quickly followed.
Kelvin was growing faint. But the gauntlets suddenly pressed hard on a round area above his head. It was a flat, dark spot where the top of the door had been.
CLICK!.
Silence. Sheepish faces turned. There was an end to panic.
"You"ve done it!" his father exclaimed. "Now we can go!"
"Not without us!" Marvin said. He had stopped just short of the shimmering curtain. "You"re going to help us, remember?"
"Of course we"ll go together," John said, while Kelvin just stood there for a moment, supremely gratified by his success. "You"ll get your help, Marvin, just as my son promised. My son always comes through."
Marvin nodded, coming back to them. "Got to admit he"s doing that! First two of you transport, then my men, and you and I last. Agreed?"
Spoken like a leader, Kelvin thought. A cautious one.
"It will be a bit startling to see," Kelvin told Hester. "We"ll step in, there will be a purple flash, and then we"ll be gone."
"What"s it like to experience?" Hester asked.
"Uh-"
"Does it hurt?" Jillip interjected.
"No. No, it doesn"t hurt," Kelvin a.s.sured them. "You"ll find out what it"s like soon enough. Just-follow me!"
As boldly as though it were just an everyday occurrence, he stepped into the adjoining chamber. His gauntlets didn"t tingle, so he walked over to the transporter. There he found the chimaera"s sting that he had apparently dropped and left. Oddly, he hadn"t thought about it. Could that have been Mervania"s doing? She had evidently been in his mind all along, until the awful sound drove her out. She might have made him forget about something like that.
"What"s that? Copper?" Marvin seemed more than just curious.
"Yes. There"s a lot of it where we"re going."
"Copper? Lots of copper?"
"Yes." The revolutionary leader"s manner was puzzling. Why should he be concerned about copper, when he could go after gold?
"It"s rare here. It"s our most valuable metal. One copper coin is worth three gold or two silver."
"We"ll get you copper," Kelvin said, a mental dawn breaking. So copper was the most valuable metal, here! "Enough to buy your army. You do want that army?"
"Want it? I"d kill for it!"
Expressions had a way of carrying across the frames, Kelvin thought. His father had spoken that way at least once or twice about matters of lesser importance.
Taking a deep breath and a firm hold on the sting, he stepped with faked confidence into the transporter. He was confident that it would work, but not about the rest of this misadventure.
Bloorg was waiting. In his hand was his copper sting, point on the metal floor. Kelvin nodded to him and waited also, feeling that it was the thing to do. The squarear could pick up from his mind what was going on.
Soon they were all there, with the exception of his father and Marvin. Then John Knight stepped from the transporter, and the group leader.
Marvin"s eyes widened as he looked at Bloorg. His hand went to his sword.
Kelvin"s right gauntlet grabbed the big revolutionary"s wrist. "Don"t! The squarears are in control!"
"Copper!" Marvin gasped, straining at the gauntlet.
"Friend." Maybe. In authority, anyway.
Bloorg spoke. "You were to bring the chimaera its seeds."
"We reached the wrong frame," John said, pretending not to notice the struggle going on.
"My fault," Kian explained. "I"m sorry. Even after you told us the setting-"
"I told you the setting for your own world. You disobeyed."
"I was there," Kelvin said. "I went to our home world for the seeds. They were not where Mouvar left them. I"m certain we can get the seeds, but it will take time to find the berries and harvest them."
"So you came back empty-handed."
"Yes." Kelvin felt uncomfortably like a schoolboy being scolded. It wasn"t as if he hadn"t run into difficulties.
"Who," Bloorg suddenly demanded, "are these others?"
Kelvin was sure the squarear already knew. But he answered hastily: "From the world we reached by error. They have a purpose in being here. The chimaera was in touch with me mentally. The chimaera approved their coming."
"The chimaera does not make policy. The chimaera does not make law."
"But-"
"You have disobeyed by returning here without the seeds. You have broken law by bringing others."
"I"m sorry," Kelvin said. He had known of no such law, but realized that ignorance was no excuse. Bloorg was like a teacher about to mete out punishment. But perhaps if he explained- "The cost of our returning was that we help these people," he said. "You see, they have a tyrant, and-"
"Keep your mind still!"
Kelvin tried to relax. He knew that Bloorg was getting the story from him, and he hoped he was getting it right. There were so many things that he himself did not understand. For instance, why had the transporter been one-way until the gauntlets made it functional?
"Mouvar has his reasons," Bloorg said. "The people of that frame were not and are not ready. The transporter was for others."
"Mouvar watches over us all, doesn"t he?" The thought slipped out into speech before he realized it.
Bloorg"s eyes glowed. "You too are not ready."
Kelvin did a mental shrug. In time maybe his kind would be considered adults by the like of Bloorg and the chimaera. For now they were children or animals who weren"t ready yet to learn.
"Precisely. Animals. Mentally inferior life-forms."
Now Kelvin groaned mentally. He wondered how much of this conversation was being followed by Marvin and his men. It probably didn"t matter, but they would be affected by the outcome.
Snick, snick, snick! Marvin and his fellows had their swords drawn, Kelvin had stopped watching them and had released Marvin"s wrist as soon as Marvin seemed accepting. Now he realized that either he or the gauntlets had made a mistake.
"No squareheaded foreigner calls me an inferior life-form!" the revolutionary leader boomed.
Bloorg waved a hand. The blades glowed red. The men cursed mightily as their swords clanged to the floor.
"They have powers," Kelvin explained belatedly. "In many ways they are more advanced than we are. They have magic here, while in worlds like yours and my father"s there"s only technology."
"Do you know what you"re talking about?" Marvin snarled. He shook his hand, his eyes narrowed with the lingering pain.
"Not really," Kelvin confessed. "Only that it"s well to do what Bloorg says."
Marvin wrung his hand. "It"s burned!" he said, looking at the palm. "It"s burned bad!"
"Is it, Marvin Loaf?" Bloorg asked. His hands did marvelously strange tricks, the fingers twining and untwining like snakes. One finger snapped out at Marvin and made a circle of all his men.
Marvin looked astonished. "It"s stopped! It"s not burned anymore!"
"Mine neither," Hester said, amazed.
"Or mine!" Redleaf exclaimed, holding out his hands and staring at them.
Awe held the strangers from the wrong frame transfixed, silencing them.
"Now that that little demonstration is over," Bloorg said, "we can proceed with business. The chimaera had no authority from me to do what it did. The chimaera deserves to be punished."
"More than it has been?" Kelvin demanded. "More than being confined to one little island?" Kelvin was astonished by his own words. He must have had some help from the chimaera in forming them.
"Quite right. The chimaera shaped your thoughts and you spoke them as your own."
The chimaera was getting him and all of them into more trouble!
"Wrong. I am quite aware of the chimaera"s reasoning in this matter. But I do not understand why it wants to give up its supply of copper to these simple beings."
"Because," Kelvin said, knowing that this was the chimaera"s thought and that Bloorg would recognize it as such, "I am tired of being a target. Every inferior life-form with access to a transporter comes after my shed stings. I don"t need them now, especially if I can locate others like myself. All I need is enough copper in my diet to keep from growing pale and weak and unmetallic. These roundears had a one-way transporter and can have it again. Let them take the copper to their own world and keep it there, confined. Whenever I shed an old sting they can have that as well. Then let the inferior life-form poachers go to that world to steal the copper. They will discover that they are as much prisoner as I am!"
Hoo! Kelvin thought. That would serve the poachers right! It would also rid the other frames of them. They would have to settle down to honest work in their primitive prison frame, hating every minute of it. The chimaera had a beautiful notion!
Thank you, Kelvin, Mervania"s direct thought came. I am rather pleased with it myself.