Then, abruptly, the rockets cut off, and something dark plunged downward, and the rockets flamed again, and a vast ma.s.s of steam arose from scorched ground--and the s.p.a.ceboat lay in a circle of wildly smoking, carbonized Darthian soil. The return of tranquility after so much of tumult was startling.
Absolutely nothing happened. Hoddan unstrapped himself from the pilot"s seat, examined his surroundings thoughtfully, and turned off the vision apparatus. He went back and examined the feeding arrangements of the boat. He"d had nothing to eat since breakfast in this same time-zone.
The food in store was extremely easy to prepare and not especially appetizing. He ate with great deliberation, continuing to make plans which linked the necessities of the emigrants from Colin to his relationship to the government of Walden, the brief visit he"d made to Krim, the ship the emigrants would lend him and his unpopularity with Don Loris on Darth. He also thought very respectfully about his grandfather"s opinions on many subjects, including s.p.a.ce-piracy. Hoddan found himself much more in agreement with his grandfather than he"d believed possible.
Outside the boat, birds which had dived to ground and cowered there during the boat"s descent now flew about again, their terror forgotten.
Horses which had galloped wildly in their pastures, or kicked in panic in the castle stalls, returned to their oats and hay.
And there were human reactions. Don Loris had been in an excessively fretful state of mind since the conclusion of his deal with the pair from Walden. Hoddan had estimated that he ought to get a half-million credits for Hoddan delivered to Derec and the Waldenian police. He"d been unable to get the police official--Derec merely sat miserably by and said nothing--to promise more than half so much. But he"d closed the deal and sent for Hoddan--and Hoddan was gone.
Now the landing of this s.p.a.ceboat roused a lively uneasiness in Don Loris. It might be new bargainers for Hoddan. It might be anything.
Hoddan had said he had a secret. This might be it. Don Loris vexedly tried to contrive some useful skulduggery without the information to base it on.
Fani looked at the s.p.a.ceboat with bright eyes. Thal was back at the castle. He"d told her of Hoddan riding up to the s.p.a.ceboat near another chieftain"s castle, entering it, and that then it had taken to the skies in an aura of flames and smoke and thunder. Fani hoped that he might have returned here in it. But she worried while she waited for him to do something.
Hoddan did nothing. The s.p.a.ceboat gave no sign of life.
The sun set, and the sky twinkled with darting lights which flew toward the west and vanished. Twilight followed, and more lights flashed across the heavens as if pursuing the sun. Fani had learned to a.s.sociate three and then nine such lights with s.p.a.cecraft, but she could not dream of a fleet of hundreds. She dismissed the lights from her mind, being much more concerned with Hoddan. He would be in as bad a fix as ever if he came out of the boat.
Twilight remained, a fairy half-light in which all things looked much more charming than they really were. And Don Loris, reduced to peevish sputtering by pure mystery, summoned Thal to him. It should be remembered that Don Loris knew nothing of the disappearance of the s.p.a.ceboat from his neighbor"s land. He knew nothing of Thal"s journey with Hoddan. But he did remember that Hoddan had seemed unworried at breakfast and explained his calm by saying that he had a secret. The feudal chieftain worried lest this s.p.a.ceboat be it.
"Thal," said Don Loris peevishly, sitting beside the great fireplace in the enormous, draughty hall, "you know this Bron Hoddan better than anybody else."
Thal breathed heavily. He turned pale.
"Where is he?" demanded Don Loris.
"I don"t know," said Thal. It was true. So far as he was concerned, Hoddan had vanished into the sky.
"What does he plan to do?" demanded Don Loris.
"I don"t know," said Thal helplessly.
"Where does that ... that thing outside the castle come from?"
"I don"t know," said Thal.
Don Loris drummed on the arm of his intricately carved chair.
"I don"t like people who don"t know things!" he said fretfully. "There must be somebody in that--thing. Why don"t they show themselves? What are they here for? Why did they come down--especially here? Because of Bron Hoddan?"
"I don"t know," said Thal humbly.
"Then go find out!" snapped Don Loris. "Take a reasonable guard with you. The thing must have a door. Knock on it and ask who"s inside and why they came here. Tell them I sent you to ask."
Thal saluted. With his teeth tending to chatter, he gathered a half-dozen of his fellows and went tramping out the castle gate. Some of the half dozen had been involved in the rescue of the Lady Fani from Ghek. They were still in a happy mood because of the plunder they"d brought back. It was much more than a mere retainer could usually hope for in a year.
"What"s this all about, Thal?" demanded one of them as Thal arranged them in two lines to make a proper military appearance, spears dressed upright and garrison-shields on their left arms.
"Frrrrd _harch!_" barked Thal, and they swung into motion. "Two, three, four, _Hup_, two, three, four. _Hup_, two, three--" The cadence was established.
Thal said gloomily, "Don Loris said to find out who landed that thing out yonder. And he keeps asking me about Bron Hoddan, too."
He strode in step with the others. The seven men made an impressively soldierly group, tramping away from the castle wall.
"What happened to him?" asked a rear-file man. He marched on, eyes front, chest out, spear-shaft swinging splendidly in time with his marching. "That lad has a nose for loot! Don"t take it himself, though.
If he set up in business as a chieftain, now--"
"_Hup_, two, three, four," muttered Thal. "_Hup_, two, three--"
"Don Loris" a hard chieftain," growled the right-hand man in the second file. "Plenty of grub and beer, but no fighting and no loot. I didn"t get to go with you characters the other day, but what you brought back--"
"Wasn"t half of what was there," mourned a front-file man. "Wasn"t half!
Those pistols he issued got shot out and we had to get outta there fast!... Hm-m-m.... Here"s this thing, Thal. What do we do with it?"
"Hrrrmp, _halt!_" barked Thal. He stared at the motionless, seemingly lifeless, shapeless s.p.a.ceboat. He"d seen one like it earlier today. That one spouted fire and went up out of sight. He was wary of this one. He grumbled: "Those pipes in the back of it--steer clear of "em. They spit fire. No door on this side. Don Loris said knock on the door. We go around the front. Frrrrd _harch!_ two, three, four, _hup_, two, three, four. Left turn here and mind those rocks. Don Loris"d give us h.e.l.l if somebody fell down. Left turn again, _Hup_, two, three, four--"
The seven men tramped splendidly around the front of the lifeboat. On the far side, its bulk hid even Don Loris" castle from view. The six spearmen, with Thal, came to a second halt.
"Here goes," rumbled Thal. "I tell you, boys, if she starts to spit fire, you get the h.e.l.l away!"
He marched up to the s.p.a.ceboat"s port. He knocked on it. There was no response. He knocked again.
Hoddan opened the door. He nodded cheerfully to Thal.
""Afternoon, Thal! Glad to see you. I"ve been hoping you"d come over this way. Who"s with you?" He peered through the semidarkness. "Some of the boys, eh? Come in!" He beckoned and said casually: "Lean your spears against the hull, there."
Thal hesitated and was lost. The others obeyed. There were clatterings as the steel spearheads came to rest against the metal hull. Six of Don Loris" retainers followed Thal admiringly into the s.p.a.ceboat"s interior, to gaze at it and that Bron Hoddan who so recently had given three of them and nearly half a score of their fellows the chance to loot a nearby castle.
"Sit down!" said Hoddan cordially. "If you want to feel what a s.p.a.ceboat"s really like, clasp the seat belts around you. You"ll feel exactly like you"re about to make a journey out of atmosphere. That"s it. Lean back. You notice there are no viewports in the hull? That"s because we use these visionscreens to see around with."
He flicked on the screens. Thal and his companions were charmed to see the landscape outside portrayed on screens. Hoddan shifted the sensitivity-point toward infra red, and details came out that would have been invisible to the naked eye.
"With the boatport closed," said Hoddan, "like this--" The port clanged shut and grumbled for half a second as the locking-dogs went home.
"We"re all set for take-off. I need only get into the pilot"s seat"--he did so, "and throw on the fuel pump--" A tiny humming sounded. "And we move when I advance this throttle!"
He pressed the firing-stud. There was a soul-shaking roar. There was a terrific pressure. The seven men from Don Loris" stronghold were pressed back in their seats with an overwhelming, irresistible pressure which held them absolutely helpless. Their mouths dropped open. Appalled protests tried to come out, but were pushed back by the seemingly ever-increasing acceleration.
The screens, showing the outside, displayed a great and confused tumult of smoke and fumes and dust to rearward. They showed only stars ahead.
Those stars grew brighter and brighter, as the roar of the rockets diminished to a merely deafening sound. Suddenly the disk of the local sun appeared, rising above the horizon to the west. The s.p.a.ceboat, naturally, overtook it as it rose into an orbit headed east to west instead of the other way about.
Presently Hoddan turned off the fuel pump. He turned to look thoughtfully at the seven men. They were very pale. They sat unanimously very still, because they could see in the vision plates that a strange, mottled, again-sunlit surface flowed past them with an appalling velocity. They were very much afraid that they knew what it was. They did. It was the surface of the planet Darth, well below them.
"I"m glad you boys came along," said Hoddan. "We"ll catch up with the fleet in a moment or two. The pirate fleet, you know! I"m very pleased with you. Not many groundlings would volunteer for s.p.a.ce-piracy, not even with the loot there is in it!"