"She"s right. We"ll settle it between the two of us. What have you done to that child?"
"If you thought--" Rakhal stopped himself in midsentence and stood watching me without moving for a minute. Then he laughed.
"You"re as stupid as ever, Race. Why, you fool, I knew Juli would run straight to you, if she was scared enough. I knew it would bring you out of hiding. Why, you d.a.m.ned fool!" He stood mocking me, but there was a strained fury, almost a frenzy of contempt behind the laughter.
"You filthy coward, Race! Six years hiding in the Terran zone. Six years, and I gave you six months! If you"d had the guts to walk out after me, after I rigged that final deal to give you the chance, we could have gone after the biggest thing on Wolf. And we could have brought it off together, instead of spending years spying and dodging and hunting! And now, when I finally get you out of hiding, all you want to do is run back where you"ll be safe! I thought you had more guts!"
"Not for Evarin"s dirty work!"
Rakhal swore hideously. "Evarin! Do you really believe--I might have known he"d get to you too! That girl--and you"ve managed to wreck all I did there, too!" Suddenly, so swiftly my eyes could hardly follow, he whipped out his skean and came at me. "Get away from that door!"
I stood my ground. "You"ll have to kill me first. And I won"t fight you, Rakhal. We"ll settle this, but we"ll do it my way for once, like Earthmen."
"_Son of the Ape!_ Get your skean out, you stinking coward!"
"I won"t do it, Rakhal." I stood and defied him. I had outmaneuvered Dry-towners in a _shegri_ bet. I knew Rakhal, and I knew he would not knife an unarmed man. "We fought once with the _kifirgh_ and it didn"t settle anything. This time we"ll do it my way. I threw my skean away before I came here. I won"t fight."
He thrust at me. Even I could see that the blow was a feint, and I had a flashing, instantaneous memory of Dallisa"s threat to drive the knife through my palms. But even while I commanded myself to stand steady, sheer reflex threw me forward, grabbing at his wrist and the knife.
Between my grappling hand he twisted and I felt the skean drive home, rip through my jacket with a tearing sound; felt the thin fine line of touch, not pain yet, as it sliced flesh. Then pain burned through my ribs and I felt hot blood, and I wanted to kill Rakhal, wanted to get my hands around his throat and kill him with them. And at the same time I was raging because I didn"t want to fight the crazy fool, I wasn"t even mad at him.
Miellyn flung the door open, shrieking, and suddenly the Toy, released, was darting a small whirring droning horror, straight at Rakhal"s eyes.
I yelled. But there was no time even to warn him. I bent and b.u.t.ted him in the stomach. He grunted, doubled up in agony and fell out of the path of the diving Toy. It whirred in frustration, hovered.
He writhed in agony, drawing up his knees, clawing at his shirt, while I turned on Miellyn in immense fury--and stopped. Hers had been a move of desperation, an instinctive act to restore the balance between a weaponless man and one who had a knife. Rakhal gasped, in a hoa.r.s.e voice with all the breath gone from it:
"Didn"t want to use. Rather fight clean--" Then he opened his closed fist and suddenly there were _two_ of the little whirring droning horrors in the room and this one was diving at me, and as I threw myself headlong to the floor the last puzzle-piece fell into place: Evarin had made the same bargain with Rakhal as with me!
I rolled over, dodging. Behind me in the room there was a child"s shrill scream: "Daddy! Daddy!" And abruptly the birds collapsed in midair and went limp. They fell to the floor like dropping stones and lay there quivering. Rindy dashed across the room, her small skirts flying, and grabbed up one of the terrible vicious things in either hand.
"Rindy!" I bellowed. "No!"
She stood shaking, tears pouring down her round cheeks, a Toy squeezed tight in either hand. Dark veins stood out almost black on her fair temples. "Break them, Daddy," she implored in a little thread of a voice. "Break them, _quick_. I can"t hang on...."
Rakhal staggered to his feet like a drunken man and s.n.a.t.c.hed one of the Toys, grinding it under his heel. He made a grab at the second, reeled and drew an anguished breath. He crumpled up, clutching at his belly where I"d b.u.t.ted him. The bird screamed like a living thing.
Breaking my paralysis of horror I leaped up, ran across the room, heedless of the searing pain along my side. I s.n.a.t.c.hed the bird from Rindy and it screamed and shrilled and died as my foot crunched the tiny feathers. I stamped the still-moving thing into an amorphous mess and kept on stamping and smashing until it was only a heap of powder.
Rakhal finally managed to haul himself upright again. His face was so pale that the scars stood out like fresh burns.
"That was a foul blow, Race, but I--I know why you did it." He stopped and breathed for a minute. Then he muttered, "You ... saved my life, you know. Did you know you were doing it, when you did it?"
Still breathing hard, I nodded. Done knowingly, it meant an end of blood-feud. However we had wronged each other, whatever the pledges. I spoke the words that confirmed it and ended it, finally and forever:
"There is a life between us. Let it stand for a death."
Miellyn was standing in the doorway, her hands pressed to her mouth, her eyes wide. She said shakily, "You"re walking around with a knife in your ribs, you fool!"
Rakhal whirled and with a quick jerk he pulled the skean loose. It had simply been caught in my shirtcloak, in a fold of the rough cloth. He pulled it away, glanced at the red tip, then relaxed. "Not more than an inch deep," he said. Then, angrily, defending himself: "You did it yourself, you ape. I was trying to get rid of the knife when you jumped me."
But I knew that and he knew I knew it. He turned and scooped up Rindy, who was sobbing noisily. She dug her head into his shoulder and I made out her strangled words. "The other Toys hurt you when I was mad at you...." she sobbed, rubbing her fists against smeared cheeks. "I--I wasn"t that mad at you. I wasn"t that mad at anybody, not even ... him."
Rakhal pressed his hand against his daughter"s fleecy hair and said, looking at me over her head, "The Toys activate a child"s subconscious resentments against his parents--I found out that much. That also means a child can control them for a few seconds. No adult can." A stranger would have seen no change in his expression, but I knew him, and saw.
"Juli said you threatened Rindy."
He chuckled and set the child on her feet. "What else could I say that would have scared Juli enough to send her running to you? Juli"s proud, almost as proud as you are, you stiff-necked Son of the Ape." The insult did not sting me now.
"Come on, sit down and let"s decide what to do, now we"ve finished up the old business." He looked remotely at Miellyn and said, "You must be Dallisa"s sister? I don"t suppose your talents include knowing how to make coffee?"
They didn"t, but with Rindy"s help Miellyn managed, and while they were out of the room Rakhal explained briefly. "Rindy has rudimentary ESP.
I"ve never had it myself, but I could teach her something--not much--about how to use it. I"ve been on Evarin"s track ever since that business of The Lisse.
"I"d have got it sooner, if you were still working with me, but I couldn"t do anything as a Terran agent, and I had to be kicked out so thoroughly that the others wouldn"t be afraid I was still working secretly for Terra. For a long time I was just chasing rumors, but when Rindy got big enough to look in the crystals of Nebran, I started making some progress.
"I was afraid to tell Juli; her best safety was the fact that she didn"t know anything. She"s always been a stranger in the Dry-towns." He paused, then said with honest self-evaluation, "Since I left the Secret Service I"ve been a stranger there myself."
I asked, "What about Dallisa?"
"Twins have some ESP to each other. I knew Miellyn had gone to the Toymaker. I tried to get Dallisa to find out where Miellyn had gone, learn more about it. Dallisa wouldn"t risk it, but Kyral saw me with Dallisa and thought it was Miellyn. That put him on my tail, too, and I had to leave Shainsa. I was afraid of Kyral," he added soberly. "Afraid of what he"d do. I couldn"t do anything without Rindy and I knew if I told Juli what I was doing, she"d take Rindy away into the Terran Zone, and I"d be as good as dead."
As he talked, I began to realize how vast a web Evarin and the underground organization of Nebran had spread for us. "Evarin was here today. What for?"
Rakhal laughed mirthlessly. "He"s been trying to get us to kill each other off. That would get rid of us both. He wants to turn over Wolf to the nonhumans entirely, I think he"s sincere enough, but"--he spread his hands helplessly--"I can"t sit by and see it."
I asked point-blank, "Are you working for Terra? Or for the Dry-towns?
Or any of the anti-Terran movements?"
"I"m working for _me_", he said with a shrug. "I don"t think much of the Terran Empire, but one planet can"t fight a galaxy. Race, I want just one thing. I want the Dry-towns and the rest of Wolf, to have a voice in their own government. Any planet which makes a substantial contribution to galactic science, by the laws of the Terran Empire, is automatically given the status of an independent commonwealth.
"If a man from the Dry-towns discovers something like a matter transmitter, Wolf gets dominion status. But Evarin and his gang want to keep it secret, keep it away from Terra, keep it locked up in places like Canarsa! Somebody has to get it away from them. And if I do it, I get a nice fat bonus, and an official position."
I believed that, where I would have suspected too much protestation of altruism. Rakhal tossed it aside.
"You"ve got Miellyn to take you through the transmitters. Go back to the Mastershrine, and tell Evarin that Race Cargill is dead. In the Trade City they think I"m Cargill, and I can get in and out as I choose--sorry if it caused you trouble, but it was the safest thing I could think of--and I"ll "vise Magnusson and have him send soldiers to guard the street-shrines. Evarin might try to escape through one of them."
I shook my head. "Terra hasn"t enough men on all Wolf to cover the street-shrines in Charin alone. And I can"t go back with Miellyn." I explained. Rakhal pursed his lips and whistled when I described the fight in the transmitter.
"You have all the luck, Cargill! I"ve never been near enough even to be sure how they work--and I"ll bet you didn"t begin to understand! We"ll have to do it the hard way, then. It won"t be the first time we"ve bulled our way through a tight place! We"ll face Evarin in his own hideout! If Rindy"s with us, we needn"t worry."
I was willing to let him a.s.sume command, but I protested, "You"d take a child into that--that--"
"What else can we do? Rindy can control the Toys, and neither you nor I can do that, if Evarin should decide to throw his whole a.r.s.enal at us."
He called Rindy and spoke softly to her. She looked from her father to me, and back again to her father, then smiled and stretched out her hand to me.
Before we ventured into the street, Rakhal scowled at the sprawled embroideries of Miellyn"s robe. He said, "In those things you show up like a snowfall in Shainsa. If you go out in them, you could be mobbed.
Hadn"t you better get rid of them now?"
"I can"t," she protested. "They"re the keys to the transmitter!"