"It"s nothing," said Logan modestly.
But it was a very great deal. Bors, impatient to try it out, nevertheless realized that Logan hadn"t made the suggestion out of a brilliant perception of a solution to a problem in ballistics, but because he thought in terms of mathematical processes. He didn"t think of a new missile operation, but a new kind of computation. And he reveled in the fact that he had showed off his brilliance.
In the ground-car on the way to the fleet, Bors said helplessly to Gwenlyn, "I"m not the right man to be the liaison with you people. But this might make us a pretty costly conquest for Mekin! With luck, we may trade them ship for ship! They won"t miss the ships they lose, but it"ll be a lot of satisfaction to us!"
"You expect to be killed," Gwenlyn said flatly.
"My uncle," explained Bors, "considers that he should have gotten killed when Mekin took over Tralee. It would have set a good example. Since we didn"t do it for Tralee, we"ll do it for Kandar. The king"s going along too. After all, that"s one of the things kings are for."
"To get killed?"
"When necessary," Bors told her. "Kandar shouldn"t surrender even though there will be at least ten Mekinese to one Kandarian."
She smiled at him, very oddly.
"I suspect," she said, "that not everybody on the fleet will be killed.
I"m sure of it. In fact, as my father would say, that"s Talents, Incorporated information!"
Bors frowned worriedly.
The fleet of Mekin continued in overdrive, heading for Kandar. Each second it traversed a distance equal to the span of a solar system, out to its remotest planet. A heartbeat that would begin where a pulsing Cepheid, had it been possible to see, would have seemed at its greatest brilliance, and would end where the light from that same giant star seemed dimmed almost to extinction. Of course no such observation could be made from any ship in overdrive. Each one of the many, many ugly war-machines was sealed in its own coc.o.o.n of overdrive-stressed s.p.a.ce.
Even in the armed transports that carried officials and bureaucrats and experienced police organizers to set up a puppet government on Kandar, there was not the faintest hint of anything that happened outside the individual ship. But, what might be termed the position of the fleet, changed with remarkable swiftness. It traveled light-hours between breaths. Light-days between sentences. Light-months and light-years....
But it would not arrive on Kandar for a long while yet. Not for three whole days.
Chapter 4
The small fighting ship lifted swiftly from the surface of Kandar. As it rose, the sky turned dark and the sun"s brilliant disk, far too bright to be looked at with unshielded eyes, became a blazing furnace that could roast unshielded flesh. Stars appeared, shining myriads despite the sun, with every one vivid against a background of black. The planet"s surface became a half-ball, of which a part lay in darkness.
"_Co-o-ntact!_" said a voice through many speakers placed throughout the fighting ship"s hull.
There was the rushing sound of compartment doors closing. Then a cushioned silence everywhere, save for the faint, standby scratching sounds that loudspeakers always emit.
Screens lighted. A speck moved among the stars.
"_Prepare counter-missiles_," said the voice. "_Proximity and track.
Fire only as missiles appear._"
The moving speck flamed and was again only a moving speck. It ejected something which hurtled toward the ship just up from Kandar.
"_Intercept one away!_" said a confident voice.
The last-launched missile fled toward the first moving speck, diminishing as it went. It swung suddenly, off course.
"_Fire two!_" snapped somebody somewhere.
Another object hurtled away toward the stars.
"_Fire three! Fire four!_"
Far away, something came plunging toward the ship. It did not travel in a straight line. It curved. It was not reasonable for a missile to travel in a curved line. The interceptor missiles had to detect it, swing to intercept, to accelerate furiously. The first interceptor missed. Worse, it had lost its target. It went wandering vaguely among the stars and was gone.
The second missed. The voice in the speaker seemed to crack.
"_Fire all missiles! They"re turning too late! Pull "em up ahead of the d.a.m.ned thing!_"
The deadly contrivances plunged away and further away into emptiness.
The third interceptor missed. The fourth. Tiny specks moved gracefully on the radar screen. There was something coming toward the ship that had risen from Kandar. The tracer-trails of missiles appeared against the stars. They made very pretty parabolas. That was all. The thing that was coming left a tracer-trail too. It curved preposterously. The just-risen ship furiously flung missiles at it. It did not dodge. But none of the tracer-trails intersected its own. All of them pa.s.sed to its rear.
For the fraction of a second it was visible as an object instead of a speck. That object swelled.
It went by. Bors"s voice, relayed, said,
"_Coup! You"re out of action. Right?_"
The skipper of the ship just up from Kandar said grudgingly, "h.e.l.l, yes!
We threw fifteen missiles at it, and missed with every one! This is magic! Can we all have this before the Mekinese get here?"
"_I hope so_," said Bors"s voice. "_We"re trying hard, anyhow. Will you report to ground?_"
"_Right_," said the speakers in the ship which had just fired fifteen missiles without a hit or interception. "_Off._"
And then the compartment doors opened again and the normal sounds of a small fighting ship in s.p.a.ce began again.
An hour later, aground, Bors said impatiently, "Half a dozen ships have checked out with me. I sent a single dummy-warhead missile at each one.
They knew I was trying something new. They tried interceptors. Not one worked. Worse, my missiles drew the interceptors off-course so they lost their original aim on the _Isis_. Missiles set for variable acceleration not only can"t be intercepted but they draw interceptors off-course and are super-interceptors themselves. I fired one dummy warhead at each target-ship. I got six hits with six missiles. They fired an average of twelve missiles against each of mine. They got no intercepts or hits with seventy-two tries! This appears to me a very gratifying development for the situation we"re in."
The bearded man who"d plumped for negotiation, earlier, now spoke indignantly in the War Council.
"Why wasn"t this revealed earlier? We could have made a demonstration and Mekin would have been wary of issuing an ultimatum! Why was this concealed until it was too late to use in negotiations with them?"
"It wasn"t available until today," Bors answered. "It was tried, and it worked."
An admiral said slowly, "As I understand it, this is a proposal of the--hm--Talents, Incorporated people."
"No," said Bors. "We got the idea but couldn"t do the math. Talents, Incorporated did the computations to make the missiles. .h.i.t."
"Why? Why let them do the math? There may be a counter to this device.
Perhaps Talents, Incorporated, was sent to us to get us to adopt this freakish trick."
"Talents, Incorporated," said Bors, "enabled us to smash a submerged Mekinese cruiser. In giving us the necessary information, Talents, Incorporated kept the Mekinese from wiping out our s.p.a.ce-fleet. Talents, Incorporated-- Oh, the devil!"
The admiral gazed about him.