Hanardy parted his lips to say that that particular "gang" was no longer a problem, but that another supership, a late arrival, would shortly appear on the scene. He stopped the words, unspoken; and now he was consciously dismayed. "What"s going on?" he wondered. "Am I nuts?"
Almost blank, he headed down to the machine shop. As he entered, he saw the ropes that had bound him, lying on the floor. He walked over in a haze of interest and stooped to pick up one of the short sections.
It came apart in his ringers, breaking into a fine, powdery stuff, some of which drifted into his nostrils. He sneezed noisily.
The rope, he discovered, was all like that. He could hardly get over it. He kept picking up the pieces, just so that he could feel them crumble. When he had nothing but a scattering of dust, he stood up and started on the lathe job. He thought absently: "If that next batch of Dreeghs arrives, then maybe I can start believing all this stuff."
He paused and for the first time thought: "Now, where did I get that name, Dreegh?"
Instantly, he was trembling so violently that he had to stop work. Because--if he could get the professor to admit that that was what they were--Dreeghs--then. ...
Then what?
"Why, it"d prove everything," he thought. "Just that one thing!"
Already, the crumbled rope, and whatever it proved, was fading into the background of his recollection, no longer quite real, needing to be reinforced by some new miracle. As it happened, he asked the question under optimum circ.u.mstances. He handed the part to the scientist and managed to ask about the Dreeghs as the older man was turning away. Ungarn began immediately with an obvious urgency to work on the shattered section of the energy screen drive. It was from there, intent on what he was doing, and in an absent-minded tone, that he answered Hanardy"s question.
"Yes, yes," he muttered. "Dreeghs. Vampires, in the worst sense of the word ... but they look just like us."
At that point he seemed to realize to whom he was talking. He stopped what he was doing and swung around and stared at Hanardy.
He said at last very slowly, "Steve, don"t repeat everything you hear around this place. The universe is a bigger territory than you might think but people will ridicule if you try to tell them. They will say you"re crazy."
Hanardy did not move. He was thinking: "He just don"t realize. I gotta know. All this stuff happening--"
But the idea of not telling was easy to grasp. At s.p.a.ceport, on the moon, Europa, at the bars that he frequented, he was accepted by certain hangers-on as a boon companion. Some of the people were sharp, even educated, but they were cynical, and often witty, and were particularly scathing of serious ideas.
Hanardy visualized himself telling any one of them that there was more to s.p.a.ce than the solar system--more life, more intelligence--and he could imagine the ridiculing discussion that would begin.
Though they usually treated him with tolerance--it sure wouldn"t do any good to tell them.
Hanardy started for the door. "I gotta know," he thought again. "And right now I"d better get on my ship and beat it before that Dreegh comes along pretending that he"s Pat"s future husband."
And he"d better leave on the sly. The professor and the girl wouldn"t like him to go away now. But defending this meteorite was their job, not his. They couldn"t expect him to deal with the Dreegh who had captured, and murdered, Pat"s boy friend.
Hanardy stopped in the doorway, and felt blank. "Huh!" he said aloud.
He thought: Maybe I should tell them. They won"t be able to deal with the Dreegh if they think he"s somebody else.
"Steve!" It was Professor Ungarn.
Hanardy turned. "Yeah, boss?" he began.
"Finish unloading your cargo."
"Okay, boss."
He walked off heavily along the corridor, tired and glad that he had been told to go and relieved that the decision to tell them could not be put into effect immediately. He thought wearily: First thing I"d better do is take a nap.
3.
Hanardy walked slowly up the ramp into his own ship, and so to his own cabin. Before lying down for the sleep he needed, he paused to stare at his reflection in the mirror-bright metal wall of the room. He saw a short, muscular man in greasy, gray dungarees, and a dirty yellow shirt. A stubble of beard emphasized a coa.r.s.eness of features that he had seen before, but somehow ever so clearly, never with such a conviction that he was a low-grade human being. Hanardy groaned and stretched out in the bunk. He thought: I sure got my eyes open all of a sudden to what kind of a lug I am.
He took a quick look back along the track of years, and groaned again. It was a picture of a man who had downgraded himself as a human being, seeking escape in a lonely s.p.a.ce job from the need to compete as an individual.
"n.o.body will believe a word I say," he thought. "All that other junk was only in my noodle--it didn"t happen out where you could prove anything. I"d better just keep my mouth shut and stop thinking I understand what"s going on."
He closed his eyes--and looked with a clear inner vision at the universe.
He opened his eyes to realize that he had slept.
He realized something else. The screens were down; a Dreegh in a s.p.a.ceboat was coming into an airlock at the extreme lower side of the meteorite.
The vampire was primarily intent on information, but he would destroy everyone in the meteorite as soon as he felt it was safe.
Sweating, Hanardy tumbled out of the bunk and hurried out of his ship, and so into the meteorite. He raced along the corridor that led to the other airlock. At the entrance he met the professor and Patricia. They were smiling and excited.
The scientist said, "Great news, Steve. Pat"s fiance has just arrived. He"s here sooner than we expected; but we were getting worried that we hadn"t received some communication."
Hanardy muttered something, feeling immensely foolish. To have been so wrong! To have thought: Dreegh!--when the reality was--Klugg ... the girl"s long-awaited fiance, Thadled Madro.
But the identification of the new arrival made all his fantasies just that--unreal vaporings, figments of an unsettled mind.
Hanardy watched gloomily as Madro came down the ramp from the lifeboat. The girl"s lover was a very tall, slim man in his thirties, with deep-set eyes. He had an intensity about him that was impressive, commanding--and repellent. Instantly repellent.
Hanardy realized ruefully that his reaction was over-critical. Hanardy couldn"t decide what had twisted this man. But he was reminded of the degraded people who were his princ.i.p.al buddies at s.p.a.ceport, on Europa. Smart, many of them were--almost too smart. But they gave off this same emanation of an overloaded personality.
Hanardy was a little surprised to realize that the girl was not rushing forward to greet the gaunt-bodied visitor. It was Professor Ungarn who approached the man and bowed courteously. Madro bowed in return and then stood stiffly near Hanardy. The scientist glanced at his daughter and then smiled at the newcomer apologetically. He said, "Thadled Madro, this is my daughter, Patricia--who has suddenly become very shy."
Madro bowed. Patricia inclined her head. Her father turned to her, and said, "My dear, I realize that this is an unfortunate way of marrying and giving in marriage--to entrust yourself to a man whom neither of us has ever seen before. But let us remember his courage in coming here at all and resolve to offer him communication and the opportunity to show us what he is."
Madro bowed to the girl. "On those terms, I greet you, Patricia." He straightened. "About communication--I am baffled by the message I received en route. Will you please give me further information?"
Professor Ungarn told him of the Dreegh attack and of its abrupt cessation; he told him of William Leigh, the Great Galactic. He finished: "We have our report as to what happened from a member of the race of this system--who was somehow infected by the mere presence of this mighty being, and who apparently acquired the ability to see at a distance, and to be aware of some of the thoughts of some people, temporarily at least."
There was a faint smile on Ungarn"s tired face. Hanardy shriveled a little inside, feeling that he was being made fun of. He looked unhappily at the girl. She must have told her father what he had said.
Patricia Ungarn caught his gaze on her and shrugged. "You said it, Steve," she stated matter-of-factly. "Why not tell us everything you felt?"
The newcomer stared somberly and intently at Hanardy; so intently that it was almost as if he also were reading minds. He turned slowly to the girl. "Can you give me a swift summary?" he asked. "If there"s action to be taken, I"d like to have some basis for it."
There was a hard note in his voice that chilled Hanardy, who had been thinking for many minutes over and over: They don"t really know him! They don"t know him. ... He had a mental picture of the real Madro"s ship being intercepted, Madro captured and drained of information and then murdered by the vampire method. The rest was skillful makeup, good enough apparently to pa.s.s the inspection of the professor and his perceptive daughter. Which meant that, before killing the real Madro, the Dreegh had learned pa.s.swords, secret codes and enough back history to be convincing.
Within minutes, this creature could decide that it was safe to take action.
Hanardy had no illusions, no hope. It had taken an unbounded being to defeat these mighty Dreeghs. And now, by a trick, a late arrival had achieved what his fellows en ma.s.se had not been able to do--he had gotten into the meteorite fortress of the galactic watcher of the solar system; and his whole manner indicated that his fears had nothing to do with either the professor or his daughter, or Hanardy.
He wanted to know what had happened. For a little while he might be forbearing, in the belief that he could learn more as an apparent ally than as a revealed enemy.
"We have to put him off," Hanardy thought in agony. "We have to hold back, or maybe give him what he wants." Somehow, the latter seemed preferable.
He grew aware that the girl was talking. While Hanardy listened, she gave the essential picture of what he had said. It was all there, surprisingly sharp in detail. It even penetrated some of the blur that had settled over his own memory.
When she had finished, Madro frowned and nodded. His slim body seemed unnaturally tense. He said, almost to himself: "So they were almost all captured--" He paused and, turning, looked at Hanardy. "You have the feeling there will be one more ship?"
Hanardy nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"How many Dreeghs are there aboard this one ship?" Madro asked.
This time there was no escaping a verbal reply. "Nine," said Hanardy.
He hadn"t thought about the exact number before. But he knew the figure was correct. Just for a moment, he knew it.
Madro said in an odd tone, "You get it that clearly? Then you must already know many other things as well."
His dark eyes gazed directly into Hanardy"s. The unspoken meaning that was in them seemed to be: "Then you already know who I am?"
There was such a hypnotic quality in the other"s look that Hanardy had to wage an inner fight against admitting that he knew.
Madro spoke again. "Were these--this first group of Dreeghs--all killed?"
"Why, I--" Hanardy stopped, amazed. "Gee, I don"t know. I don"t know what happened to them. But he intended to kill them; up to a certain moment, he intended to; and then--"
"And then what, Steve?" That was Pat, her voice urging him.
"I don"t know. He noticed something."
"Who noticed something?" asked Pat.
"Leigh. You know--him. But I don"t know what he did after that."
"But where could they be now?" the girl asked, bewildered.
Hanardy remained blank, vaguely guilty, as if somehow he was failing her by not knowing.
He grew aware that Madro was turning away. "There is apparently more to discover here," the Dreegh said quietly. "It is evident that we must re-a.s.sess our entire situation; and I might even guess that we Kluggs could through the chance perceptive stimulation of this man achieve so great a knowledge of the universe that, here and now, we might be able to take the next step of development for our kind."
The comment seemed to indicate that the Dreegh was still undecided. Hanardy followed along behind the others. For a few desperate seconds he thought of jerking out his gun, in the hope that he might be able to fire before the Dreegh could defend himself.
But already doubt was upon him. For this suspicion was just in his head. He had no proof other than the steady stream of pictures in his mind; and that was like a madness having no relation to anything that had been said and done before his eyes. Crazy people might act on such inner pictures, but not stolid, unimaginative Steve Hanardy.
"Gotta keep my feet on the ground!" Hanardy muttered to himself.
Ahead, Professor Ungarn said in a conversational voice: "I"ve got to give you credit, Thadled. You have already said something that has shocked Pat and myself. You have used the hateful word "Klugg" just as if it doesn"t bother you."
"It"s just a word," said Madro.
And that was all that was said while they walked. They came to the power room. The girl sank into a chair, while her father and the visitor walked over to the power control board. "The screens are working beautifully," said Professor Ungarn with satisfaction. "I just opened them for the few seconds it took for you to get through them. We"ve got time to decide what to do, in case this last Dreegh ship attacks us."
Madro walked over near the girl, and settled into a chair. He addressed Professor Ungarn, "What you said a moment ago, about the word and the identification of Klugg--you"re right. It doesn"t bother me."
The scientist said grimly, "Aren"t you fooling yourself a little? Of all the races that know of the galactic civilization, we"re the lowest on the scale. We do the hard work. We"re like the day laborers on planets such as Earth. Why, when Pat found out, she nearly went mad with self-negation. Galactic morons!" He shuddered.
Madro laughed in a relaxed way; and Hanardy had to admire the easiness of him. If Madro was a Dreegh, then for all Madro knew this, also, was a trap set by the Great Galactic; and yet he seemed unworried. If, on the other hand, he was actually a Klugg, then somehow he had made inferiority right within himself. "I could use some of that," Hanardy thought gloomily. "If these guys are galactic morons, what does that make me?"
Madro was speaking: "We"re what we are," he said simply. "It"s not really a matter of too much difference in intelligence. It"s an energy difference. There"s a way here, somewhere, of utilizing energy in a very superior fashion. But you"ve got to have the energy, and you"ve got to get it from somewhere. That"s what makes the case of this fellow Leigh interesting. If we could backtrack on what he did here, we might really get at the heart of a lot of things."
Patricia and her father said nothing. But their eyes glistened, as they waited for the man to continue. Madro turned to Hanardy. "That question she asked you before"--he indicated the girl--"when you first untied her. How did he leave the solar system after capturing those--Dreeghs?" He hesitated the slightest bit before using the name.
Hanardy said simply, "He didn"t exactly leave. It"s more like ... he was somewhere else. And he took them with him." He fumbled for words. "You see, things aren"t the way they seem. They"re--" He stopped, unhappy.
He realized that the two men and the girl were waiting. Hanardy waved his arms aimlessly, indicating things beyond the safeguarding of the meteorite. "All that--that"s not real."
Madro turned towards his companions. "It"s the concept of a universe of illusion. An old idea; but maybe we should take another look at it."
Professor Ungarn murmured, "It would take complex techniques to make it work."
Hanardy said, straining for meaning, "You just keep putting it out there. As if you"re doing it, even though you"re not. That tunes you in."
"Put what out, Steve?" It was the girl, her voice as strained as his.
"The world. The universe ... the whole deal."
"Oh!"
Hanardy went on, "And then, for a moment, you don"t put anything there. That"s when you do something I don"t understand."
"What"s that?" The girl"s voice, almost emotionless, led him forward.
"You stop everything," said Hanardy wonderingly. "You let the nothingness rush in. And then--you become the real you ... for as long as you have energy."
He stared at the three people, through them, unseeing. As from a distance, Madro"s voice came to him: "You see--it"s a matter of energy," the man said calmly. "Hanardy?"
He came back into the room, mentally as well as physically. "Yeah?"
"Where did he get his energy?" Madro asked.
"Uh," said Hanardy, "he got most of it out where it was stored--a kind of dark room."
It was a new thought; a picture came with it of how the energy had been put there by somebody else, not by Leigh. Before Hanardy could speak another word, Madro was over there beside him.
"Show us!" he said, and his voice was like a fire, burning a path of action, demanding counter-action.