"Ah, yes, your traveling in time. And now you think that perhaps this poor world of ours has a choice as to which overlords it will welcome? I do not know either, Gordoon, whether the future may be altered nor if it be wise to try. But also ... well, perhaps we should see our enemy before we are set in any path. Now, it is time that we go. Younger brother, how did you plan to leave this place when you accomplished your mission?"
"By the sea gate. I have extra swimming equipment cached under the jetty."
"And the Rover ships await you at sea?"
"Yes."
"Then we shall take your way, since the cutters are sunk."
"There is only one extra gill-pack--and that Baldy sub is out there, too!"
"So? Then we shall try another road, though it will sap our power temporarily." Her head inclined slightly to the left as if she listened.
"Good! Our people are now in the pa.s.sage which will take them to safety.
What those outside will find here when they break in will be of little aid to their plans. Secrets of the Foanna remain secrets past others"
prying. Though they shall try, oh, how they shall try to solve them!
There is knowledge that only certain types of minds can hold and use, and to others it remains for all time unlearnable. Now--"
Her hand reached out, flattened against Ross"s forehead.
"Think of your Rover ship, younger brother, see it in your mind! And see well and clearly for me."
Torgul"s cruiser was there; he could picture with details he had not thought he knew or remembered. The deck in the dark of the night with only a shaded light at the mast. The deck ...
Ross gave a choked cry. He did not see this in his mind; he saw it with his eyes! His hand swung out in an involuntary gesture of repudiation and struck painfully against wood. He was on the cruiser!
A startled exclamation from behind him--then a shout. Ashe was here and beyond him three cloaked figures, the Foanna. They had their own road indeed and had taken it.
"You ... Rosss--" Vistur fronted them, his face a mixture of bewilderment and awe. "The Foanna--" said in a half whisper, echoed by crewmen gathering around, but not too close.
"Gordon!" Karara elbowed her way between two of the Hawaikans and ran across the deck. She caught the Agent"s both hands as if to a.s.sure herself that he was alive and there before her. Then she turned to the three Foanna.
There was an odd expression on the Polynesian girl"s face, first of measurement with some fear, and then of dawning wonder. From beneath the cloak of the middle Foanna came the rod of office with its sparking k.n.o.b. Karara dropped Ashe"s hands, took a tentative step forward and then another. The k.n.o.b was directly before her, breast high. She brought up both hands, cupping them about the k.n.o.b, but not touching it directly. The sparks it emitted could have been flashing against her flesh, but Karara displayed no awareness of that. Instead, she lifted both hands farther, palm up and cupped, as if she carried some invisible bounty, then flattened them, loosing what she held.
There was a sigh from the crewmen; Karara"s gesture had been confident, as if she knew just what she was doing and why. And Ross heard Ashe draw a deep breath also as the Terran girl turned, allying herself with the Foanna.
"These Great Ones stand in peace," she said. "It is their will that no harm comes to this ship and those who sail in her."
"What do the Great Ones want of us?" Torgul advanced but not too near.
"To speak concerning those who are your prisoners."
"So be it." The Captain bowed. "The Great Ones" will is our will; let it be as they wish."
15
Return to the Battle
Ross lay listening to the even breathing from across the cabin. He had awakened in that quick transference from sleep to consciousness which was always his when on duty, but he made no attempt to move. Ashe was still sleeping.
Ashe, whom he thought or had thought he knew as well as one man could ever know another, who had taken the place of family for Ross Murdock the loner. Years--two ... four of them now since he had made half of that partnership.
His head turned, though he could not see that lean body, that quiet, controlled face. Ashe still looked the same, but ... Ross"s sense of loss was hurt and anger mingled. What had they done to Gordon, those three? Bewitched? Tales Terrans had accepted as purest fantasy for centuries came into his mind. Could it be that his own world once had its Foanna?
Ross scowled. You couldn"t refute their "magic," call it by what scientific name you wished--hypnotism ... telaporting. They got results, and the results were impressive. Now he remembered the warning the Foanna themselves had delivered hours earlier to the Rovers. There were limits to their abilities; because they were forced to draw on mental and physical energy, they could be exhausted. Thus, they had barriers, too.
Again Ross considered the subject of barriers. Karara had been able to meet the aliens, if not mind-to-mind, then in a closer way even than Ashe. The talent which tied her to the dolphins had in turn been a bond with the Foanna. Ashe and Karara could enter that circle, but not Ross Murdock. Along with his new separation from Ashe came that feeling of inferiority to bite on, and the taste was sour.
"This isn"t going to be easy."
So Ashe was awake.
"What can they do?" Ross asked in return.
"I don"t know. I don"t believe that they can telaport an army into Baldy headquarters the way Torgul expects. And it wouldn"t do such an army much good to get there and then be outcla.s.sed by the weapons the Baldies might have," Ashe said.
Ross had a moment of warmth and comfort; he knew that tone of old. Ashe was studying the problem, willing to talk out difficulties as he always had before.
"No, outright a.s.sault isn"t the answer. We"ll have to know more about the enemy. One thing puzzles me: Why have the Baldies suddenly stepped up their timing?"
"What makes you think they have?"
"Well, according to the accounts I"ve heard, it"s been about three or four planet years here since some off-world devices have been infiltrating the native civilization--"
"You mean such things as those attractors set up on the reef at Zahur"s castle?" Ross remembered Loketh"s story.
"Those, and other things. The refinements added to the engine power on these ships.... Torgul said they spread from Rover fleet to fleet; no one"s sure where they started. The Baldies began slowly, but they are speeding up now--those fairing attacks have all been recent. And this a.s.sault on the Foanna citadel blew up almost overnight on a flimsy excuse. Why the quick push after the slow beginning?"
"Maybe they decided the natives are easy pushovers and they no longer have to worry about any real opposition," Ross suggested.
"Could be. Self-confidence becoming arrogance when they didn"t uncover any opponent strong enough to matter. Or else, they may be spurred by some need with a time limit. If we knew the reason for those pylons, we might guess their motives."
"Are you going to try to change the future?"
"That sounds arrogant, too. Can we if we wish to? We never dared to try it on Terra. And the risk may be worse than all our fears. Also, the choice is not ours."
"There"s one thing I don"t understand," Ross said. "Why did the Foanna walk out of the citadel and leave it undefended for their enemies? What about their guards? Did they just leave them too?" He was willing to make the most of any flaw in the aliens" character.
"Most of their people had already escaped through underground ways. The rest left when they knew the cutters had been sunk," Ashe returned. "As to why they deserted the citadel, I don"t know. The decision was theirs."
There--up with the barrier between them again. But Ross refused to accept the cutoff this time, determined to pull Ashe back into the familiar world of the here and now.
"That keep could be a trap, about the best on this planet!" The idea was more than just a gambit to attract Ashe"s attention, it was true! A perfect trap to catch Baldies.
"Don"t you see," Ross sat up, slapped his feet down on the deck as he leaned forward eagerly. "Don"t you see ... if the Baldies know anything at all about the Foanna, and I"m betting they do and want to learn all they can, they"ll visit the citadel. They won"t want to depend on second- and third-hand reports of the place, especially ones delivered by primitives such as the Wreckers. They had a sub there. I"ll bet the crew are in picking over the loot right now!"