"In that case, Mr. Magnan, perhaps you"d be good enough to perform the office."
"I?" Magnan"s eyebrows went up. "Perhaps you"ve forgotten my motorman"s arm."
"Use the other one."
"You expect me, one-handed, to budge that ten-ton hulk?"
"Better hurry up, sir. I feel my foot slipping."
"This is madness," Magnan exclaimed, but he stepped to the cable, gripped it at midpoint, and tugged. With a harsh squeak of metal, the damaged machine moved forward half an inch.
"Why-why, that"s positively astonishing!" Magnan said with a pleased look.
"Tighten the cable and do it again!" Retief said quickly. The machines hurried to take up the slack. Magnan, with an amazed expression, applied a second pull. The wreck moved another centimeter. After three more nibbles, the tug was able to hook on and drag its fellow clear. Retief jumped down, letting the beam drop with a floor-shaking boom!
"Heavens!" Magnan found his voice. "I never imagined I was such a brute! After all, the diplomatic life is somewhat sedentary..." He flexed a thin arm, fingering it in search of a biceps.
"Wrestling with the conscience is excellent exercise," Retief pointed out. "And you"ve held up your end of some rather weighty conversations in your time."
"j.a.pe if you must," Magnan said coolly. "But you can"t deny I did free the creature-er, machine, that is."
"You have freed our colleague," Sand-in-the-gears said to Magnan. "We are waiting for your orders, Master."
"To be sure." Magnan placed his fingertips together and pursed his lips. "You won"t fit into the lift," he said judiciously, looking over his new subjects. "Is there another way up?"
"To be sure, Master."
"Excellent. I want all of you to ascend to the surface at once, round up and disarm every Groaci on the planet, and lock them up. And see that you don"t squash the one called Shilth in the process. I have a little gloating to do."
4.
On a newly excavated terrace under a romantically crumbling wall of pink brick, Magnan and Retief sat with Shilth, the latter wearing a crestfallen expression involving quivering anterior mandibles and drooping eye-stalks. His elaborate cloak of office was gone, and there were smudges of axle grease on his once-polished thorax.
"Dirty pool, Magnan," the Groaci said, his breathy voice fainter than ever. "I was in line for the Order of the Rubber Calipers, Second Cla.s.s, at the very least, and you spoiled it all with your perambulating junkyard. Who would have dreamed you"d been so sly as to secretly conceal a host of war machines? I suspect you did it merely to embarra.s.s me."
"Actually," Magnan began, and paused. "Actually, it was quite shrewd of me, now that you mention it."
"I think you overdid the camouflage, however," Shilth said acidly as a street broom whiffled past, casting a shower of dust over the party. "The confounded things don"t appear to be aware that the coup is over. They"re still carrying on the charade."
"I like to keep my lads occupied," Magnan said briskly, nodding grandly at a hauler trundling past along the newly cleaned avenue with a load of newly uprooted brush. "Helps to keep them in trim in case they"re needed suddenly to quell any disturbances."
"Never fear. I"ve impressed on Thish that he will not long survive any threat to my well-being."
"Company coming," Retief said, gesturing toward a descending point of sun-bright blue light. They watched the ship settle into a landing a quarter of a mile distant, then rose and strolled over to greet the emerging pa.s.sengers.
"Why, it"s Mr. Pennyfool," Magnan said. "I knew he"d be along to rescue us. Yoo-hoo, Mr. Pennyfool..."
"That"s Mr. Amba.s.sador, Magnan," Pennyfool corrected sharply. "Kindly step aside. You"re interfering with a delicate negotiation." The little man marched past Retief without a glance, halted before Shilth, offering a wide smile and a limp hand. The Groaci studied the latter, turned it over gingerly and examined the back, then dropped it.
"Liver spots," he said. "How unaesthetic."
"Now, Planetary Director Shilth, we"re prepared to offer a handsome fee in return for exploratory rights here on Verdigris." Pennyfool restored his smile with an effort. "Of course, anything we find will be turned over to you at once-"
"Oh, ah, Mr. Amba.s.sador," Magnan hazarded.
"We Groaci," Shilth said sourly, "are not subject to such pigmentational disorders. We remain a uniform, soothing puce at all times."
"Sir," Magnan piped up, "I"d just like-"
"Now, naturally, we"re prepared to underwrite a generous program of planetary development to a.s.sist your people in settling in," Pennyfool hurried on. "I had in mind about half a billion to start..." He paused to gauge reaction. "Per year, of course," he amended, judging the omens, "with adequate bonuses for special projects, naturally. Now, I"d say a staff of, say, two hundred to begin with...?"
"Pennyfool, I have a dreadful node-ache," Shilth hissed. "Why don"t you go jump down an elevator shaft?" He patted back a counterfeit yawn and stalked away.
"Well, I can see that this is going to be a challenge," Pennyfool said, staring after the alien. "The tricky fellow is going to hold out for two billion, no doubt."
"Mr. Amba.s.sador, I have good news," Magnan said hastily. "We can save the taxpayers those billions. Verdigris belongs to me!"
"See here, Magnan, the privation can"t have scrambled your meager wits already! You"ve only been here seventy-two hours!"
"But, sir-there"s no need to promise Shilth the moon-"
"Aha! So that"s what he"s holding out for. Well, I see no reason the negotiation should founder over a mere satellite-" Pennyfool turned to pursue Shilth.
"No, no, you don"t quite grasp my meaning," Magnan yipped, grabbing at his superior"s sleeve.
"Unhand me, Magnan!" Pennyfool roared. "I"ll see to your release after other, more vital matters are dealt with. In the meantime, I suggest you set a good example by cobbling a record number of shoes, or whatever task they"ve set you-"
"Master, is this person troubling you?" a torn-metal voice inquired. Magnan and Pennyfool whirled to see a rust-covered hedge clipper looming over them, four-foot clippers at the ready.
"No, that"s quite all right, Albert," Magnan said acidly. "I like being bullied."
"You"re quite certain you don"t wish him trimmed to a uniform height?"
"No-I just want him to listen to what I have to say."
Albert clacked the shears together with a nerve-shredding sound.
"I-I"d love to listen to you, my dear Magnan," Pennyfool said rapidly.
Magnan delivered a brief account of his capture of the planet. "So you see, sir," he concluded, "the whole thing is Terran property."
"Magnan!" Pennyfool roared, then with a glance at Albert, lowered his voice to a whisper. "Do you realize what this means? When I reported the Groaci here ahead of us, I was appointed as Terran Amba.s.sador Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary to the confounded place! If we own it, then pfft! There goes my appointment!"
"Great heavens, sir"-Magnan paled at the announcement-"I had no idea..."
"Look here, do you suppose we could get them to take it back?"