Wansing turned around completely again and looked at the captain. "Oh, you do?" he said. "You"re not a citizen?" He walked a few steps to the side of the counter, sat down at a small desk and turned a light on over it. Then he put his face in his hands for a moment.
"I"m a wealthy man," he muttered. "An influential man! The name of Wansing counts for a great deal on Porlumma. When the Empire suggests you buy, you buy, of course--but it need not have been I who bought her! I thought she would be useful in the business--and then, even I could not sell her again within the Empire. She has been here for a week!"
He looked up at the captain and smiled. "One hundred and fifty maels!"
he said. "Sold! There are records to be made out--" He reached into a drawer and took out some printed forms. He began to write rapidly.
The captain produced identifications. r Maleen said suddenly: "Goth?"
"Plight here," a voice murmured. Wansing"s hand jerked sharply, but he did not look up. He kept on writing.
Something small and lean and bonelessly supple, dressed in a dark jacket and leggings, came across the thick carpets of Wansing"s store and stood behind the captain. This one might be about nine or ten.
"I"ll take your check, captain!" Wansing said politely. "You must be an honest man. Besides, I want to frame it."
"And now," the captain heard himself say in the remote voice of one who moves through a strange dream, "I suppose we could go to the ship."
The sky was gray and cloudy; and the streets were lightening. Goth, he noticed, didn"t resemble her sisters. She had brown hair cut short a few inches below her ears, and brown eyes with long, black lashes. Her nose was short and her chin was pointed. She made him think of some thin, carnivorous creature, like a weasel.
She looked up at him briefly, grinned, and said: "Thanks!"
"What was wrong with him?" chirped the Leewit, walking backwards for a last view of Wansing"s store.
"Tough crook," muttered Goth. The Leewit giggled.
"You premoted this just dandy, Maleen!" she stated next.
"Shut up," said Maleen.
"All right," said the Leewit. She glanced up at the captain"s face.
"You been fighting!" she said virtuously. "Did you win?"
"Of course, the captain won!" said Maleen.
"Good for you!" said the Leewit.
"What about the take-off?" Goth asked the captain. She seemed a little worried.
"Nothing to it!" the captain said stoutly, hardly bothering to wonder how she"d guessed the take-off was the one operation on which he and the old Venture consistently failed to co-operate.
"No," said Goth, "I meant when?"
"Right now," said the captain. "They"ve already cleared us. We"ll get the sign any second."
"Good," said Goth. She walked off slowly down the hall towards the back of the ship.
The take-off was pretty bad, but the Venture made it again. Half an hour later, with Porlumma dwindling safely behind them, the captain switched to automatic and climbed out of his chair. After considerable experimentation, he got the electric butler adjusted to four breakfasts, hot, with coffee.
It was accomplished with a great deal of advice and attempted a.s.sistance from the Leewit, rather less from Maleen, and no comments from Goth.
"Everything will be coming along in a few minutes now!" he announced.
Afterwards, it struck him there had been a quality of grisly prophecy about the statement.
"If you"d listened to me," said the Leewit, "we"d have been done eating a quarter of an hour ago!" She was perspiring but triumphant--she had been right all along.
"Say, Maleen," she said suddenly, "you premoting again?"
Premoting? The captain looked at Maleen. She seemed pale and troubled.
"s.p.a.cesick?" he suggested. "I"ve got some pills--"
"No, she"s premoting," the Leewit said scowling. "What"s up, Maleen?"
"Shut up," said Goth.
"All right," said the Leewit. She was silent a moment, and then began to wriggle. "Maybe we"d better--"
"Shut up," said Maleen.
"It"s all ready," said Goth.
"What"s all ready" asked the captain.
"All right," said the Leewit. She looked at the captain. "Nothing," she said.
He looked at them then, and they looked at him--one set each of gray eyes, and brown, and blue. They were all sitting around the control room floor in a circle, the fifth side of which was occupied by the electric butler.
What peculiar little waifs, the captain thought. He hadn"t perhaps really realized until now just how very peculiar. They were still staring at him.
"Well, well!" he said heartily. "So Maleen "premotes" and gives people stomach-aches."
Maleen smiled dimly and smoothed back her yellow hair.
"They just thought they were getting them," she murmured.
"Ma.s.s history," explained the Leewit, offhandedly.
"Hysteria," said Goth. "The Imperials get their hair up about us every so often."
"I noticed that," the captain nodded. "And little Leewit here--she whistles and busts things."
"It"s the Leewit," the Leewit said, frowning.
"Oh, I see," said the captain. "Like the captain, eh?"
"That"s right," said the Leewit. She smiled.
"And what does little Goth do?" the ca"ptain addressed the third witch.
Little Goth appeared pained. Maleen answered for her.
"Goth teleports mostly," she said.
"Oh, she does?" said the captain. "I"ve heard about that trick, too," he added lamely.
"Just small stuff really!" Goth said abruptly. She reached into the top of her jacket and pulled out a cloth-wrapped bundle the size of the captain"s two fists. The four ends of the cloth were knotted together.
Goth undid the knot. "Like this," she said and poured out the contents on the rug between them. There was a sound like a big bagful of marbles being spilled.
"Great Patham!" the captain swore, staring down at what was a cool quarter-million in jewel stones, or he was still a miffel-farmer.
"Good gosh," said the Leewit, bouncing to her feet. "Maleen, we better get at it right away!"
The two blondes darted from the room. The captain hardly noticed their going. He was staring at Goth.
"Child," he said, "don"t you realize they hang you without trial on places like Porlumma, if you"re caught with stolen goods?"
"We"re not on Porlumma," said Goth. She looked slightly annoyed.
"They"re for you. You spent money on us, didn"t you?"
"Not that kind of money," said the captain. "If Wansing noticed-They"re Wansing"s, I suppose?"
"Sure!" said Goth. "Pulled them in just before take-off!"
"If he reported, there"ll be police ships on our tail any--"
"Goth!"
Maleen shrilled.
Goth"s head came around and she rolled up on her feet in one motion.
"Coming," she shouted. "Excuse me," she murmured to the captain. Then she, too, was out of the room.
But again, the captain scarcely noticed her departure. He had rushed to the control desk with a sudden awful certainty and switched on all screens.
There they were! Two sleek, black ships coming up fast from behind, and already almost in gun-range! They weren"t regular police boats, the captain recognized, but auxiliary craft of the Empire"s frontier fleets. He rammed the Venture"s drives full on. Immediately, red-and-black fire blossoms began to sprout in s.p.a.ce behind him--then a finger of flame stabbed briefly past, not a hundred yards to the right of the ship.
But the communicator stayed dead. Porlumma preferred risking the sacrifice of Wansing"s jewels to giving them a chance to surrender! To do the captain justice, his horror was due much more to the fate awaiting his three misguided charges than to the fact that he was going to share it.
He was putting the Venture through a wildly erratic and, he hoped, aim-destroying series of sideways hops and forward lunges with one hand, and trying to unlimber the turrets of the nova guns with the other, when suddenly--!
No, he decided at once, there was no use trying to understand it-There were just no more Empire ships around. The screens all blurred and darkened simultaneously; and, for a short while, a darkness went flowing and coiling lazily past the Venture. Light jumped out of it at him once, in a cold, ugly glare, and receded again in a twisting, unnatural fashion. The Venture"s drives seemed dead.
Then, just as suddenly, the old ship jerked, shivered, roared aggrievedly, and was hurling herself along on her own power again!
But Porlumma"s sun was no longer in evidence. Stars gleamed and shifted distantly against the blackness of deep s.p.a.ce all about. The patterns seemed familiar, but he wasn"t a good enough navigator to be sure.
The captain stood up stiffly, feeling a heavy cloud. And at that moment, with a wild, hilarious clacking like a metallic hen, the electric butler delivered four breakfasts, hot, one after the other, right onto the center of the control room floor.
The first voice said distinctly: "Shall we just leave it on?"
A second voice, considerably more m.u.f.fled, replied: "Yes, let"s! You never know when you need it--" The third voice, tucked somewhere in between them, said simply: "Whew!"
Peering about the dark room in bewilderment, the captain realized suddenly that the voices had come from the speaker of an intership communicator, leading to what had once been the Venture"s captain"s cabin.
He listened; but only a dim murmuring came from it now, and then nothing at all. He started towards the hall, then returned and softly switched off the communicator. He went quietly down the hall until he came to the captain"s cabin. Its door was closed.
He listened a moment, and opened it suddenly.
There was a trio of squeals: "Oh, don"t! You spoiled it!"
The captain stood motionless. Just one glimpse had been given him of what seemed to be a bundle of twisted black wires arranged loosely like the frame of a truncated cone on--or was it just above?--a table in the center of the cabin. Where the tip of the cone should have been burned a round, swirling, orange fire. About it, their faces reflecting its glow, stood the three witches.
Then the fire vanished; the wires collapsed. There was only ordinary light in the room. They were looking up at him variously--Maleen with smiling regret, the Leewit in frank annoyance, Goth with no expression at all.
"What out of Great Patham"s Seventh h.e.l.l was that?" inquired the captain, his hair bristling slowly.
The Leewit looked at Goth; Goth looked at Maleen. Maleen said doubtfully: "We can just tell you its name--"
"That was the Sheewash Drive," said Goth.
"The what-drive?" asked the captain.
"Sheewash," repeated Maleen.
"The one you have to do it with yourself," the Leewit said helpfully.
"Shut up," said Maleen.
There was a long pause. The captain looked down at the handful of thin, black, twelve-inch wires scattered about the table top. He touched one of them. It was dead-cold.
"I see," he said. "I guess we"re all going to have a long talk."
Another pause. "Where are we now?"
"About three light-years down the way you were going," said Goth. "We only worked it thirty seconds."
"Twenty-eight!" corrected Maleen, with the authority of her years.
"The Leewit was getting tired."
"I see," said Captain Pausert carefully. "Well, let"s go have some breakfast."
III.