"It"s not preposterous," said his grandfather. "Sounds like fun, to me!
You"re tired now, Bron. Lots of responsibilities and such. Take a rest.
You and your Cousin Oliver get together and fix those new gadgets on my ship. I"ll take the other boys for a run over to this s.p.a.ceport town.
The boys need a run ash.o.r.e, and there might be some loot. Your grandmother"s fond of homespun. I"ll try to pick some up for her."
Hoddan shrugged. His grandfather was a law unto himself. Hoddan saw his cousins bringing horses from the castle stables, and a very casual group went riding away as if on a pleasure excursion. As a matter of fact, it was. Thal guided them.
For the rest of that morning and part of the afternoon Hoddan and his Cousin Oliver worked at the battered ship"s Lawlor drive. Hoddan was pleased with his cousin"s respect for his device. He unfeignedly admired the cannon his cousin had designed. Presently they reminisced about their childhood. It was pleasant to renew family ties like this.
The riders came back about sunset. There were extra horses, with loads.
There were cheerful shoutings. His grandfather came into Hoddan"s ship.
"Brought back some company," he said. "s.p.a.celiner landed while we were there. Friend of yours on it. Congenial fellow, Bron. Thinks well of you, too!"
A large figure followed his grandfather in. A large figure with snow-white hair. The amiable and relaxed Interstellar Amba.s.sador to Walden.
"Hard-gaited horses, Hoddan," he said wryly. "I want a chair and a drink. I traveled a good many light-years to see you, and it wasn"t necessary after all. I"ve been talking to your grandfather."
"Glad to see you, sir," said Hoddan reservedly.
His Cousin Oliver brought gla.s.ses, and the Amba.s.sador buried his nose in his and said in satisfaction:
"A-a-ah! That"s good! Capable man, your grandfather. I watched him loot that town. Beautifully professional job! He got some homespun sheets for your grandmother. But about you."
Hoddan sat down. His grandfather puffed and was silent. His cousins effaced themselves. The Amba.s.sador waved a hand.
"I started here," he observed, "because it looked to me like you were running wild. That s.p.a.cefleet, now ... I know something of your ability.
I thought you"d contrived some way to fake it. I knew there couldn"t be such a fleet. Not really! That was a sound job you did with the emigrants, by the way. Most praiseworthy! And the point was that if you ran hogwild with a faked fleet, sooner or later the s.p.a.ce Patrol would have to cut you down to size. And you were doing much too good work to be stopped!"
Hoddan blinked.
"Satisfaction," said the Amba.s.sador, "is well enough. But satiety is death. Walden was dying on its feet. n.o.body could imagine a greater satisfaction than curling up with a good tranquilizer! You"ve ended that! I left Walden the day after your Ensfield raid. Young men were already trying to grow mustaches. The textile mills were making colored felt for garments. Jewelers were turning out stun-gun pins for ornaments, Darthian knives for brooches, and the song writers had eight new tunes on the air about pirate lovers, pirate queens, and dark ships that roam the lanes of night. Three new vision-play series were to start that same night with s.p.a.ce-piracy as their theme, and one of them claimed to be based on your life. Better make them pay for that, Hoddan!
In short, Walden had rediscovered the pleasure to be had by taking pains to make a fool of one"s self. People who watched that raid on visionscreens had thrills they"d never swap for tranquilizers! And the ones who actually mixed in with the pirate raiders-- You deserve well of the republic, Hoddan!"
Hoddan said, "Hm-m-m," because there was nothing else to be said.
"Now, your grandfather and I have canva.s.sed the situation thoroughly!
This good work must be continued. Diplomatic Service has been worried all along the line. Now we"ve something to work up. Your grandfather will expand his facilities and s.n.a.t.c.h ships, land and loot, and keep piracy flying. Your job is to carry on the insurance business. The ships that will be s.n.a.t.c.hed will be your ships, of course. No interference with legitimate commerce. The landing-raids will be paid for by the interplanetary piracy-risk insurance companies--you. In time you"ll probably have to get writers to do scripts for them, but not right away.
You"ll continue to get rich, but there"s no harm in that so long as you re-introduce romance and adventure and derring-do to a galaxy headed for decline. Savages will not invent themselves if there are plenty of heroic characters--of your making!--to slap them down!"
Hoddan said painfully:
"I like working on electronic gadgets. My cousin Oliver and I have some things we want to work on together."
His grandfather snorted. One of the cousins came in from outside the yacht. Thal followed him, glowing. He"d reported the looting of the s.p.a.ceport town, and Don Loris had gone into a tantrum of despair because n.o.body seemed able to make headway against these strangers. Now he"d turned about and issued a belated invitation to Hoddan and his grandfather and their guest the Interstellar Amba.s.sador--of whom he"d learned from Thal--to dinner at the castle. They could bring their own guards.
Hoddan would have refused, but the Amba.s.sador and his grandfather were insistent. Ultimately he found himself seated drearily at a long table in a stone-walled room lighted by very smoky torches. Don Loris, jittering, displayed a sort of professional conversational charm. He was making an urgent effort to overcome the bad effect of past actions by conversational brilliance. The Lady Fani sat quietly with jewels at her throat. She looked most often at her plate. The talk of the oldsters became profound. They talked administration. They talked practical politics. They talked economics.
The Lady Fani looked very bored as the talk went on after the meal was over. Don Loris said brightly, to her:
"My dear we must be tedious! Young Hoddan looks uninterested, too. Why don"t you two walk on the battlements and talk about such things as persons your age find interesting?"
Hoddan rose, gloomily. The Lady Fani, with a sigh of polite resignation, rose to accompany him. The Amba.s.sador said suddenly:
"Hoddan! I forgot to tell you! They found out what killed that man outside the power station!" When Hoddan showed no comprehension, the Amba.s.sador explained, "The man your friend Derec thought was killed by deathrays. It develops that he"d gotten a terrific load on--drunk, you know--and climbed a tree to escape the pink, purple, and green _duryas_ he thought were chasing him to gore him. He climbed too high, a branch broke, and he fell and was killed. I"ll take it up with the court when I get back to Walden. No reason to lock you up any more, you know. You might even sell the Power Board on using your receptor, now!"
"Thanks," said Hoddan politely. He added, "Don Loris has that Derec and a cop from Walden here now. Tell them that and they may go home."
He accompanied the Lady Fani to the battlements. The stars were very bright. They strolled. Remembering his Darthians, he felt very unpopular.
"What was that the Amba.s.sador told you?" she asked.
He explained without zest. He added morbidly that it didn"t matter. He could go back to Walden now, and if the Amba.s.sador was right he could even accomplish things in electronics there. But he wasn"t interested.
It was odd that he"d once thought such things would make him happy.
"I thought," said the Lady Fani, in gentle melancholy, "that I would be happier with you dead. You had made me very angry. No, no matter how!
But I found it was not so."
Hoddan fumbled for her meaning. It wasn"t quite an apology for trying to get him killed. But at least it was a disclaimer of future intentions in that direction.
"And speaking of happiness," she added in a different tone, "this Nedda...." He shuddered, and she said: "I talked to her. So then I sent for Ghek. We"re on perfectly good terms again, you know. I introduced him to Nedda. She was vanilla ice cream with meringue and maple syrup on it. He loved it! She gazed at him with pretty sadness and told him how terrible it was of him to kidnap me. He said humbly that he"d never had her enn.o.bling influence nor dreamed that she existed. And she loved that! They go together like strawberries and cream! I had to leave, or stop being a lady. I think I made a match."
Then she said tranquilly:
"But seriously, you ought to be perfectly happy. You"ve everything you ever said you wanted, except a delightful girl to marry."
Hoddan squirmed.
"We"re old friends," said Fani kindly, "and you did me a great favor once. I"ll return it. I"ll round up some really delightful girls for you to look over."
"I"m leaving," said Hoddan, alarmed.
"The only thing is-- I don"t know what type you like. Nedda isn"t it."
Hoddan shuddered.
"Nor I," said Fani. "What type would you say I was?"
"Delightful," said Hoddan hoa.r.s.ely.
The Lady Fani stopped and looked up at him. She said approvingly:
"I hoped that word would occur to you one day. Er ... what does a man usually do when he discovers a girl is delightful?"
Hoddan thought it over. He started. He put his arms around her with singularly little skill. He kissed her, at first as if amazed at himself, and then with enthusiasm.