"Something is wrong," Beeling said again. "The a.n.a.lysis showed the natives to want all the things I offered him. They don"t even have wooden-wheeled carts-and yet, instead of the grateful acceptance that the a.n.a.lysis predicted, the native"s reaction was one of irrational enmity."
"Didn"t you know the a.n.a.lysis was meaningless drivel?" he asked.
Beeling jerked up his head with a shocked expression, as though Rider had uttered an obscene heresy. "What do you mean by that?"
"All your calculations are based on the a.s.sumption that the species being studied is as emotionlessly logical as one of your computers. That worked once, with that ant-like race on Medusa, and it was played up by the ERB politicians until now most of the Supreme Council believes the ERB claim that relations with alien life forms has been reduced to an exact science by the ERB and the slow methods of the Frontier Corps are worthlessly obsolete. But the ERB has failed on every world since Medusa, even though you"ve kept the fact covered up, and now you"ve failed here. I tried to tell you from the day you came, that Selsin and his race are proud individualists and it would be a fatal mistake to try to convert them into mathematical equations."
Beeling smoothed the a.n.a.lysis under his fingers. "We made a mistake; the mistake of depending upon a Frontier Corps layman to procure adequate data for our a.n.a.lysis, among which would have been Selsin"s emotional instability. It is a mistake that will not happen again. I can a.s.sure you."
"I suppose you"ll send a full report of this to Earth, at once?"
"A most complete report. Why do you ask?" Beeling answered.
"Because in the morning you"re going to die, and I, and all those kids out there, and you can try to prevent such a thing happening again by telling not the ERB but the Supreme Council exactly what caused it."
"I a.s.sure you, the ERB will properly present the facts to the Council."
"No-not the true facts. You know that, Beeling." "General Beeling. And what are you trying to say-are you asking me to omit mention of the incompetence on your part that created this situation?"
"I"m asking you to tell the Council that you followed all the rules in the ERB textbooks and did exactly what the a.n.a.lysis told you to do and that you and everyone here is going to die because you did so. Tell them that if a form of life behaved according to absolutely predictable rule and logic it wouldn"t be anything intelligent-it would be a vegetable."
Beeling smoothed out the a.n.a.lysis sheets again. "Do you really think I might give my superiors hysterical nonsense like that?"
He knew that further argument would be useless. He had already explained to Beeling that a Frontier Corpsman, or any man first meeting an alien race, had to base his actions upon the reactions of the natives; he had to develop something like a sixth sense in detecting their emotions and let that be his guide or he would become enmeshed in misunderstandings that would result in death for him and the loss of the new world for Earth.
Beeling had refused to listen and had laughed outright when Rider told him the Altairians were far better than any human sixth sense; that all Frontier and ERB ships should carry Altairians and that the ERB"s erroneous cla.s.sification of the Altairian race as "Animals" unjustly condemned them to continuing half-starvation on their rocky, barren world by denying them the a.s.sistance that Earth"s empire gave to all needy forms of life that had been cla.s.sified as "Intelligent inhabitants."
Loper moved restlessly, sensing his emotions and disturbed by them. He spoke with the suddenness and frankness of a child: "Once Sersin awrmost berieve us, Captain. He come in thinking with question and uncertain, and hoping very much we are his friends but afraid we not be. Then you terr how we need his friendship and not ever harm his race even if they not want to be our friends. Sersin rook at you he awrmost happy, awrmost ready to berieve you, then Generar Beering speak about awr the things humans have that Sersin"s race don"t have and say very proud, "We give you awr these things for mer"rey your friendship," and Sersin get mad and not hope at awr anymore, and when he reave he thinking of fighting and kirring. He not rike, but he know it have to be. Why it have to be?"
"You have the animal well coached," Beeling observed. "Its ability to relate a witnessed incident proves your claim that Altairians are telepathic, I presume?"
"Loper was aware of Selsin"s emotions before he ever walked into this room. It isn"t telepathy; it"s a highly developed sense of empathy. It serves the same purpose."
"I"m afraid your naive trust in the animal"s power of-"
Beeling never finished the sentence. A drum was suddenly beating along the near side of the valley; a hard, fast stuttering that rose sharp and clear above the whining of the wind.
"What is that?" Beeling demanded.
"A signal drum, sending the word around the circ.u.mference of the valley."
"The word?" For an instant Beeling"s face registered blankness. "Do you mean they really intend to attack us?"
"Good Lord-haven"t you realized that yet?"
Beeling chewed his lip, his face thoughtful, then shook his head. "You must be wrong. The a.n.a.lysis showed that they wouldn"t dare attack us."
"The a.n.a.lysis also showed you how to win Selsin"s friendship-remember?"
Beeling looked thoughtful again. "If your guess is correct, we"ll have to prepare an impenetrable defense system. How many heavy weapons do you have here, and what kind?"
"The ship"s blasters are always the prime defense weapons of a Frontier unit. There are a few other weapons on the ship, too-but now everything is on the other side of the sun. There"s one hand blaster in my room, and we have the ten blasters your men brought."
"One?-you have one blaster here?" Beeling glared, "I thought you had a supply of weapons-must every action of a Frontier man be one of mindless bungling?"
"I was trying to make friends with the natives, not kill them."
"Eleven hand blasters to stand off thousands of bloodthirsty savages . . ." Beeling chewed his lip again. "How long can we hold the natives off with eleven blasters?"
"About as long as a s...o...b..ll would remain firm in h.e.l.l."
"We need the ship-how incredibly stupid of you to send it away. Our lives are in the balance-"
"Rook!" The voice of Loper interrupted, from where he had moved to the north window. "A smoke signar are going up, too."
Beeling swung with such haste that he knocked the a.n.a.lysis sheets off the desk. A tall, black column of smoke was standing up from the high hill at the valley"s head. It could be seen for miles, despite the angle at which the wind was making it lean, and it was rolling blacker and higher by the second.
"That will be to summon all the reserve forces from the highlands," Rider said. "They think we"re well armed and they"ll hit us with everything they have."
Beeling"s nervous movement as he turned back to Rider changed abruptly to decision.
"There"s only one thing we can do-evacuate. We"ll use the helicopter."
Rider shook his head. "The helicopter is small, for scouting, and can"t carry more than three. It"s five hundred miles to the nearest safe refuge, the Northern Islands, and the helicopter carries fuel for seven hundred miles. It would be a one-way trip."
"We"ll go as soon as you can check the helicopter for the flight."
"We?"
"Colonel Primmer has had only a few hours flying time and I have had none. You will be our pilot."
He shook his head. "I"m as afraid to die in the morning as the next man but I"ll be d.a.m.ned if I could run like that."
Annoyance pa.s.sed across Beeling"s face. "You will obey my order and forget the heroic ideals. It would be only stupid for all to die when some can be saved with the helicopter." "I agree. But why not let everybody cut cards or draw straws so all would have the same chance?"
"This Field Installation is not a gambling casino. Furthermore, there is an ERB regulation which reads: "In times of critical danger and limited transportation the unit commander will arrange for the survival of his command in the order of each individual"s importance to the unit as a whole." "
"I see," he said, and thought: So in the ERB you do even your running by the book?
Beeling began hastily scribbling a note. "This is an order to Colonel Primmer, authorizing you to go past the helicopter guards. Make sure you overlook nothing in preparing it for the trip."
"I have other things to do. Primmer can check it."
Beeling stopped writing and his face hardened dangerously under its pink softness.
"As commander of this outpost and your superior officer, I can have you locked up in chains for insubordination if I wish to. Would you prefer that?"
"It still wouldn"t force me to be your pilot. Anyway, you needn"t worry about my absence-the helicopter is easily enough handled that Primmer can land you safely at your destination."
He saw that the sun was setting, already a bright, molten silver on the horizon, and he turned to Loper.
"Run to the storage shed and get me that coil of small rope. I"m ready to start."
"Where are you going?" Beeling demanded, suspicion in his eyes and his hand reaching inside his blouse.
Loper ran to the door, using both paws to turn the k.n.o.b. He slammed it shut behind him and Rider saw him race past the window, where the spinning, wind-blown dust half obscured the ground. It was a good thing, he thought, that the Altairians were immune to beryllium poisoning. Loper and Laughing Girl would never see any other world again . . .
"Where are you going?"
"The Sea Cliffs," he answered.
"Do you think you can hide from the natives there?"
"Not to hide. To keep my promise to Laughing Girl. The Big Tide is coming and she can"t escape it."
Beeling stared, as though he had babbled gibberish.
"You-you"re going to walk forty miles through beryllium dust, through armed natives and man-killing beasts, to save an animal-and yet you refuse to lift a hand to help save the lives of your fellow human beings?"
"Or, to be specific, the lives of you and Primmer. That"s right."
He went to the corner where his remaining possessions lay and swung the still-full canteen from his shoulder. He kicked his respirator to one side-he would never need it again-and picked up the long-bladed knife.
He shoved the knife in his belt and said to Beeling, "I"m leaving my blaster for the others to use." Beeling withdrew his own blaster from his blouse and laid it on the desk with the muzzle pointing toward Rider. His hand continued to rest on it as he stared at Rider with cold savage calculation.
The door banged open and a gust of wind scattered the pages of the a.n.a.lysis across the floor as Loper plunged through. The coil of rope was in his mouth and he was panting from his running as he dropped it at Rider"s feet.
"Are you ready to go, Captain-can we hurry now, prease?"
"Just a minute, Rider-"
Beeling reached out with the transmitter key in his left hand and unlocked the hypers.p.a.ce communicator. His right hand did not leave the blaster.
"You might be interested in knowing what my report will be," he said. He flipped on the signal switch.
"I suppose I already know," Rider answered. "I ask you to overlook our personal differences and tell them the real cause behind tomorrow"s ma.s.sacre. It could go a long way toward saving the lives of others in the future."
Beeling nodded, smiling. "Such a report is precisely what I have in mind. I feel they should know how your blundering Frontier Corps methods had stirred the natives into such a murderous anti-human frenzy that my ERB unit arrived too late to remedy the situation. I shall point out that every world lost by the ERB was due to the incompetence of the Frontier men who preceded the ERB units there and created hatred and distrust among the natives. I shall point out the tragic mistake of continuing to permit Frontier Corps laymen to try to a.s.sume the duties of ERB specialists and I shall urge the Supreme Council let this be the last b.l.o.o.d.y sacrifice by pa.s.sing the Harriman Proposal now before it; the proposal that would dissolve the Frontier Corps and place all its ships and men under ERB supervision.
"And it is my duty"-Beeling"s smile was as vindictive as the sting of a wasp-"to report your actions of this afternoon; your flagrant insubordination, your flat refusal to a.s.sist in transporting others to safety, your desertion in time of danger, your flight to the Sea Cliffs, leaving the rest of us to do the fighting."
It required a few seconds for Rider to comprehend the extent of Beeling"s malice, then he said, "I thought you were only inexperienced and too blind to see. I didn"t know the half of it, did I?"
"It should be obvious to you what my report will do to the Frontier Corps when it"s read before the Supreme Council."
It was very obvious. Beeling"s report would be the climax of the ERB"s all-out effort to absorb the Frontier Corps. The already delicately balanced scales would be tipped, the Harriman Proposal would be pa.s.sed, and the Corps would cease to exist . . .
"Do you still want to go to the Sea Cliffs?" Beeling asked.
He saw Beeling"s prime objective. Beeling was still afraid to let the inexperienced Primmer be his pilot.
"Suppose I should decide to be your pilot?" he asked.
"I certainly couldn"t report you as a deserter. In fact, I might find it possible to forget to mention several of the facts concerning you and the Frontier Corps." He did not reply at once and Beeling added, "What is the welfare of an animal compared with your life and the existence of the Frontier Corps to which, I understand, you and the others have dedicated your lives?"
Loper made a whining sound, looking up at Rider with his face twisted in apprehension.
"What are he mean?" Then he read the answer in the conflicting emotions of the two men and his question came like a despairing whimper. "Are it have to be that way?"
The hypers.p.a.ce communicator blinked an orange light and said in a metallic voice: "Extraterrestrial Relations Board, Communications Center."
Beeling spoke into the transmitter: "Connect me with General Supervision, Cla.s.sified AA circuit." He turned to Rider. "Which will you take, Rider?"
It seemed to him that he could see the two alternative courses of events with vivid clarity. He could see the dissolution of the Frontier Corps, his name in the records as a coward who had run in vain-and he could see Laughing Girl crouching cold and scared in the crevice, trusting him to come for her before the black tide rushed out of the dawn to kill her, knowing in her child-like mind that he would be there in time as surely as she and Loper had raced to him in time that night on Vulcan when he lay injured and helpless under the cliff and the moon wolves were gathering around him for the kill . . .
"Office of General Supervision," the communicator said. "Cla.s.sified AA. Give us your report."
"A moment, please," Beeling said to it. To Rider he said, "I give you exactly ten seconds-which will it be?"
Which would it be? Death and infamy at the Sea Cliffs-and know that to the end he had done what seemed right and just to him? Or life and safety and an unmarred record on the Northern Islands, while Laughing Girl died still waiting for him and he knew he was a coward no less than Beeling?
"Now!"
There was the brittle snap of ultimatum in Beeling"s single word. He gave his answer: "I"m going to the Sea Cliffs."
For a moment Beeling sat rigid, so sure had he been that the answer would be the one he wanted. Then he leaned forward, his lips thin and white with the intensity of his hatred and his words half choking in his throat: "You fool-you incredible fool! I can legally shoot you down where you stand as a deserter!"
The muzzle of the blaster tilted up. Loper"s eyes went fire-bright with understanding and his claws ripped at the floor as he threw himself back, into position to leap at Beeling"s throat. Rider reached for the knife in his belt, warned by Loper"s action and knowing he would never live to throw it. Beeling, in the insanity of his rage, was going to fire- * * *
"Sir, the natives are-"
Primmer burst into the room and the scene froze. Primmer gawked at Beeling"s blaster, at Rider"s hand reaching for the knife, then he seized his own blasters and leveled them waveringly on Rider.
"Don"t touch that knife!" he commanded. He turned his red face to Beeling. "What is it, sir-what is he trying to do?"
Slowly, almost regretfully, Beeling let his grip on the blaster relax.
"A little matter of desertion," he said to Primmer. He spoke to Rider. "I"ve changed my mind. You are experienced in eluding danger on alien worlds and you might have a good chance of hiding from the natives until a ship comes to pick you up. I hope so. I want you to live, to sit in your death row cell and read about the end of the Frontier Corps before they take you out and hang you as a deserter and a coward."
He motioned toward the door with a quick jerk of the blaster. "Now go! Get out of this room!"