He sat in the cave, half-dozing, the remnants of his makeup running down his face, keeping a sleepy watch over the slope of the mountain below him. Then, in the brilliant illumination of a lightning flash, he saw something moving up the slope, heading directly toward his cave.
He stood up, the needlebeam ready, and waited for another lightning flash. It came, and now he could see the cold, wet gleam of metal, a flashing of red and green lights, a pair of metal tentacles taking grips on the rocks and small shrubs of the mountainside.
It was a machine similar to the one Barrent had fought in the cellars of the Department of Justice. Now he knew what Rend had wanted to warn him about. And he could see why few of the Hunted escaped, even if they got beyond the city itself. This time, Max would not be operating at random to make a more equal contest out of it. And there would be no exposed fuse box.
As Max came within range, Barrent fired. The blast bounced harmlessly off the machine"s armored hide. Barrent left the shelter of his cave and began to climb.
The machine came steadily behind him, up the treacherous wet face of the mountain. Barrent tried to lose it on a plateau of jagged boulders, but Max couldn"t be shaken. Barrent realized that the machine must be following a scent of some kind; probably it was keyed to follow the indelible paint on Barrent"s face.
On a steep face of the mountain, Barrent rolled boulders onto the machine, hoping he could start an avalanche. Max dodged most of the flying rocks, and let the rest bounce off him, with no visible effect.
At last Barrent was backed into a narrow, steep-sided angle of cliff. He was unable to climb any higher. He waited. When the machine loomed over him, he held the needlebeam against its metal hide and held down the trigger.
Max shuddered for a moment under the impact of the needlebeam"s full charge. Then it brushed the weapon away and wrapped a tentacle around Barrent"s neck. The metal coils tightened. Barrent felt himself losing consciousness. He had time to wonder whether the coils would strangle him or break his neck.
Suddenly the pressure was gone. The machine had backed away a few feet.
Past it, Barrent could see the first gray light of dawn.
He had lived through the Hunt. The machine was not programmed to kill him after dawn. But it wouldn"t let him go. It kept him captive in the narrow angle of the cliff until the Hunters came.
They brought Barrent back to Tetrahyde, where a wildly applauding crowd gave him a hero"s welcome. After a two-hour procession, Barrent and four other survivors were taken to the office of the Awards Committee. The Chairman made a short and moving speech about the skill and courage each had shown in surviving the Hunt. He gave each of them the rank of Hadji, and presented them with the tiny golden earrings which showed their status.
At the end of the ceremony, the Chairman wished each of the new Hadjis an easy death in the Games.
Chapter Eighteen
Guards led Barrent from the office of the Awards Committee. He was brought past a row of dungeons under the Arena, and locked into a cell.
The guards told him to be patient; the Games had already begun, and his turn would come soon.
There were nine men crammed into a cell which had been built to hold three. Most of them sat or sprawled in complete and silent apathy, already resigned to their deaths. But one of them was definitely not resigned. He pushed his way to the front of the cell as Barrent entered.
"Joe!"
The little credit thief grinned at him. "A sad place to meet, Will."
"What happened to you?"
"Politics," Joe said. "It"s a dangerous business on Omega, especially during the time of the Games. I thought I was safe. But ..." He shrugged his shoulders. "I was selected for the Games this morning."
"Is there any chance of getting out of it?"
"There"s a chance," Joe said. "I told your girl about you, so perhaps her friends can do something. As for me, I"m expecting a reprieve."
"Is that possible?" Barrent asked.
"Anything is possible. It"s better not to hope for it, though."
"What are the Games like?" Barrent asked.
"They"re the sort of thing you"d expect," Joe said. "Man-to-man combats, battles against various types of Omegan flora and fauna, needlebeam and heatgun duels. It"s all copied from an old Earth festival, I"m told."
"And if anyone survives," Barrent said, "they"re beyond the law."
"That"s right."
"But what does it mean to be beyond the law?"
"I don"t know," Joe said. "n.o.body seems to know much about that. All I could find out is, survivors of the Games are taken by The Black One.
It"s not supposed to be pleasant."
"I can understand that. Very little on Omega _is_ pleasant."
"It isn"t a bad place," Joe said. "You just haven"t the proper spirit of--"
He was interrupted by the arrival of a detachment of guards. It was time for the occupants of Barrent"s cell to enter the Arena.
"No reprieve," Barrent said.
"Well, that"s how it goes," Joe said.
They were marched out under heavy guard and lined up at the iron door that separated the cell block from the main Arena. Just before the captain of the guards opened the door, a fat, well-dressed man came hurrying down a side corridor waving a paper.
"What"s this?" the captain of the guards asked.
"A writ of recognizance," the fat man said, handing his paper to the captain. "On the other side, you"ll find a cease-and-desist order." He pulled more papers out of his pockets. "And here is a bankruptcy-transferral notice, a chattel mortgage, a writ of habeas corpus, and a salary attachment."
The captain pushed back his helmet and scratched his narrow forehead. "I can never understand what you lawyers are talking about. What does it mean?"
"It releases him," the fat man said, pointing to Joe.
The captain took the papers, gave them a single puzzled glance, and handed them to an aide. "All right," he said, "take him with you. But it wasn"t like this in the old days. _Nothing_ stopped the orderly progression of the Games."
Grinning triumphantly, Joe stepped through the ranks of guards and joined the fat lawyer. He asked him, "Do you have any papers for Will Barrent?"
"None," the lawyer said. "His case is in different hands. I"m afraid it might not be completely processed until after the Games are over."
"But I"ll probably be dead then," Barrent said.
"That, I can a.s.sure you, won"t stop the papers from being properly served," the fat lawyer said proudly. "Dead or alive, you will retain all your rights."
The captain of the guards said, "All right, let"s go."
"Luck," Joe called out. And then the line of prisoners had pa.s.sed through the iron door into the glaring light of the Arena.