He detached the weights from his belt, let his buoyancy carry him upward. The girl floated alongside him. He could not help looking at her. She was beautiful in her nudity, and the few black trappings that she wore accentuated the golden luminosity of her skin. She was beautiful, but he shuddered as he remembered how she had appeared in her moment of bloodthirsty triumph, and how she had stared at him over her aimed weapon.
The silver mirror shattered into a myriad of glittering shards, and then Grimes" head was above the surface. He could not see the boat at first, turned slowly and clumsily in the water until she came into view. She was a long way off. He was, he knew, in no danger of drowning but doubted if he could swim that far in his weakened condition. And he did not know how much blood he was losing, or how fast.
She said softly, "Relax, Mr. Grimes. Let me see..."
He felt her alongside him, was conscious of her gently probing fingers, was aware that she had widened and lengthened the tear in his suit.
"Men are such babies," she remarked. "The skin"s hardly broken."
He said stiffly, "I hope that your darts aren"t poisoned."
"Of course not. And now, just follow me."
He followed her, thinking that it was the first time in his life that he had followed a girl, a naked girl at that, without a sense of pulse quickening antic.i.p.ation.
He sat there glumly in the boat, dabbing the graze just below the ribs on his right side with antiseptic-soaked cotton wool. The Princess Marlene had helped him to mount the short ladder and then had left him, swimming away toward the further sh.o.r.e, a graceful, golden shape around which sported the two silver pilot fish. His self-administered first aid was interrupted by the man Jones, stocky, competent, revoltingly cheerful, who, as soon as he had clambered inboard, removed his helmet and tanks and then performed a like service for Grimes.
"Now, let"s have a look at that, sir. Something bite you? Only a scratch, though. All the same, you"d better have an antibiotic shot. We don"t know what microorganisms are in the water, do we? And perhaps whatever it was that attacked you didn"t brush his or her teeth this morning. Ha, ha!"
"Ha, ha," echoed Grimes.
"No need to take your suit off for the shot, sir. I"ll just pump it in where the fabric"s already been torn away." He went to the first aid box and produced a syrette. "Now, sir, just stretch a little...Fine. Didn"t feel a thing, sir, did you?"
"No," admitted Grimes.
"Then if you"re all right, sir, I"ll get aft and start the compressor." He reached across the Lieutenant and picked up the microphone. "Jones here, Chiefie. I"ve seen to Mr. Grimes; he"s all right. O. K. to start pumping the air into her?"
"O. K.," came Anderson"s voice. "She"s all sealed and I think she"ll hold. But stand by to stop the compressor at once if I give the world."
"Will do, Chiefie."
Jones left the seat by Grimes" side, made his way toward the stern. After a second or so came the steady throb of the machine; Grimes, looking overside, saw one of the heavy plastic hoses jerking rhythmically, as though alive. It reminded him unpleasantly of a rock ogre"s trunk.
"She"s holding," announced the Chief Petty Officer. Then, "Mr. Grimes, can I have a word with you, sir?"
"Yes, Chief?" replied Grimes into the microphone.
"She"s holding all right. And, as you said, those holes aft are just made to order for blowing the water out of...I think she"s starting to lift...Yes. May I suggest, sir, that you and Jones take in the hose as she comes up, in case she topples...Oh, yes, and tell Jones to stop the air pump. Now."
The compressor stopped. Grimes joined the rating where the hoses ran overside, helped him to bring the one that had been used inboard. It was heavy work, and soon both men were sweating uncomfortably under their skintight suits. Then Jones shouted, "There she blows!"
Yes, thought Grimes, she did look something like a whale as she broke surface, although she wasn"t blowing. And then, around her, bobbed up the heads of Anderson and his men in their spherical helmets. The Lieutenant saw the petty officer"s mouth moving; it seemed odd that his voice should be coming from the speaker in the boat. "Jones! Throw us a line, will you?"
Jones picked up a coil of light nylon cord, with a padded weight spliced to the end, heaved it expertly- and even more expertly Anderson raised a hand to catch it. What followed was a pleasure to watch, was seamanship rather than s.p.a.cemanship. A heavier line was pa.s.sed, made fast to a ringbolt that had been welded to the dynosoar"s nose, the other end of it taken by Jones to the towing bitts that had been installed at the boat"s stern. And then, one by one, the Chief Petty Officer last of all, the salvage crew clambered back on board, stripping off their helmets and flippers, hauling to the surface their tools and other equipment. The competent Anderson insisted on checking every item before he was satisfied. Not until then did he lower his big frame into the seat beside Grimes.
"If I were you, sir, I"d tow her in and beach her by the s.p.a.ceport."
"I"ll do just that, Chief."
"Feel up to handling the boat yourself, sir?"
"Of course. It was only a scratch I got, and a few bruises."
"Right you are, then, Mr. Grimes."
Grimes started up the inertial drive, lifted the boat about a foot clear of the water. He turned her, slowly and carefully, avoiding the imposition of any sudden strain on the towline. He headed for the s.p.a.ceport beacon insh.o.r.e from the beach. He realized that he was scanning the water for any sign of the Princess Marlene. But either she had left the lake and gone home-wherever home was-or was still disporting herself in its depths. But she could look after herself, he thought grimly. She could look after herself very well indeed, she and her murderous pilot fish.
He heard Anderson mutter something uncomplimentary and concentrated on his steering; the boat, with that sluggish weight pulling her stern down, was behaving rather oddly. But he got the hang of it and beached the re-entry vehicle without incident.
He sat with Anderson in the boat while the men busied themselves about the stranded dynosoar.
"If I"d been you, sir," said the Chief Petty Officer, "do you know what I"d have done?"
About what? what? wondered Grimes. About the salvage? About the rock ogres? About Her Highness the Princess Marlene von Stolzberg?" wondered Grimes. About the salvage? About the rock ogres? About Her Highness the Princess Marlene von Stolzberg?"
"What would you have done?" he snapped.
"I"d have had the engineers waterproof an I. D. unit, complete with power cells, taken it down to the dynosoar, started it up-and Bob"s your uncle!"
"He may be yours, Chief. But he"s obviously not mine."
"But the way it was was all right, Mr. Grimes. It gave my boys some very useful training."
"Join the Interstellar Survey Service and see the bottom of the sea."
"I must remember that, sir. And that"s the way that I wish it always was. But...Do you mind if I talk to you man to man, for a little?"
"Do just that."
"I know Captain Daintree. Well. He was an Ensign when I was a rating fourth cla.s.s, before I started specializing. We"ve sailed together many a time."
"Go on."
"I won"t talk. And the men won"t talk. If they did, they"d know that all the Odd G.o.ds of the Galaxy wouldn"t be able to save "em. From me. You officers think that you have power, but"-he slowly opened and then clenched a huge hand-"this is where the real power lies, in any Navy."
"Go on."
"Your report, sir. May I suggest that you tore your suit on a piece of jagged wreckage?"
"But why, Chief?"
"You were supposed to be in charge of the job, Mr. Grimes. The Captain won"t like it if he hears that you went off with a girl." Anderson blushed incongruously. "A naked naked girl, at that." girl, at that."
"You"ve got a dirty mind, Chief."
"I haven"t," said Anderson virtuously. "But the Old Man, I beg your pardon, sir, the Captain, and some of the other officers mightn"t be so broadminded as me..." haven"t," said Anderson virtuously. "But the Old Man, I beg your pardon, sir, the Captain, and some of the other officers mightn"t be so broadminded as me..."
Grimes chuckled.
"It"s not funny, sir."
"Perhaps not. But your double entendre was."
"Yes, it was," admitted the C. P. O. complacently. "I must remember that, that, too...But what I"m getting at is that you should edit, or censor, your report on the operations rather carefully. The torn suit, for example, and the jagged projection..." too...But what I"m getting at is that you should edit, or censor, your report on the operations rather carefully. The torn suit, for example, and the jagged projection..."
"Thank you, Chief. But no. I can"t do it."
"If you knew the b.l.o.o.d.y liars that I"ve known that are Admirals now!"
"But they, Chief, didn"t have a robot midget submarine sniffing around and recording everything. I"ve no doubt that whoever sent it will be willing to run the film for Captain Daintree. I"m afraid I have to tell the truth."
Anderson did not look happy. Grimes could imagine what was running through his mind. The petty officer, he knew, was concerned about him, but he would not be human if he were not also concerned about himself. Grimes could almost hear Daintree"s voice. "And what were you thinking of, Chief Petty Officer Anderson, to allow a young, inexperienced officer to wander off alone in waters in which all sorts of dangerous creatures might have been-were, in fact-lurking? Not alone, you say? Even worse, then. In the company of a young lady who has already demonstrated her criminal irresponsibility."
"Yes," said Grimes. "I can edit my report."
"But this submarine camera you mentioned, sir..."
"We"d started work on the salvage, Chief, and then Her Highness came along and told me about the dangers on the lake bottom, such as the rock ogres. I thought that I"d better see one for myself so that I"d be able to identify them. Not only did she show me one but also persuaded it to give a demonstration of its capabilities. The demonstration was almost too effective..."
"Yes, Mr. Grimes. That should do, very nicely." He grinned. "You"ll make Admiral yet."
"I hope so," said Grimes.
Chapter 15.
She came to pick up Grimes the following afternoon, her blue and scarlet air car bringing itself down to a perfect landing hard by the main ramp of Aries. Aries. Daintree, rather to the Lieutenant"s surprise, had granted him sh.o.r.e leave, but, at the same time, had made it quite clear that he was doing so only because Grimes had somehow-"and only the Odd G.o.ds of the Galaxy know how!" swore the Captain-contrived to make powerful friends on this strange world. So Grimes, clad in the regulation go-ash.o.r.e rig that was almost a uniform-slate gray shirt with the golden S embroidered on the breast, matching shorts and stockings, highly polished black shoes-marched down the gangway, a grip in either hand, In the bags, in addition to has toilet gear, he had packed changes of clothing, of some of which Daintree would not have approved. Too, he should have obtained official permission to take from the ship the deadly little Minetti automatic pistol which, together with spare clips of ammunition, was concealed among his shirts. Over his right shoulder was slung a camera, over his left shoulder a tape recorder. "The complete b.l.o.o.d.y tourist!" Lieutenant Commander Cooper had remarked when he encountered Grimes in the airlock. Daintree, rather to the Lieutenant"s surprise, had granted him sh.o.r.e leave, but, at the same time, had made it quite clear that he was doing so only because Grimes had somehow-"and only the Odd G.o.ds of the Galaxy know how!" swore the Captain-contrived to make powerful friends on this strange world. So Grimes, clad in the regulation go-ash.o.r.e rig that was almost a uniform-slate gray shirt with the golden S embroidered on the breast, matching shorts and stockings, highly polished black shoes-marched down the gangway, a grip in either hand, In the bags, in addition to has toilet gear, he had packed changes of clothing, of some of which Daintree would not have approved. Too, he should have obtained official permission to take from the ship the deadly little Minetti automatic pistol which, together with spare clips of ammunition, was concealed among his shirts. Over his right shoulder was slung a camera, over his left shoulder a tape recorder. "The complete b.l.o.o.d.y tourist!" Lieutenant Commander Cooper had remarked when he encountered Grimes in the airlock.
But Grimes did not mind. He had decided a long time ago that, much as he liked ships, he did not like big ships. It would be good to get away from Aries Aries for a few days or even, with luck, longer. It would be good to eat something better than the mediocre fare served up in the officers" mess. It would be good to be able to wear clothing not prescribed by regulations. for a few days or even, with luck, longer. It would be good to eat something better than the mediocre fare served up in the officers" mess. It would be good to be able to wear clothing not prescribed by regulations.
The door of the air car, a fragile-seeming, beautifully designed machine, a gay, mechanical dragonfly, adorned with nonfunctional fripperies, opened as Grimes approached it. The Princess Marlene raised a hand in casual greeting. She was dressed today in a flimsy green tunic, the hem of which came barely to mid-thigh. On her slender feet were rather ornate golden sandals. Her hair was pulled back to a casual (seemingly casual) pony tail. She smiled, said, "Hi!"
"Your Highness," replied Grimes formally.
"Throw your gear in the back, then get in beside me.
"Will your watchbirds mind, Your Highness?" asked Grimes, looking up, rather apprehensively, to the two circling guardian angels.
"Not to worry, Mr. Grimes. They"ve been told that you"re a member of the family, acting, temporary..."
"Unpaid?"
She smiled again. "That all depends, doesn"t it? But jump in."
Grimes didn"t jump in. This contraption seemed of very light construction compared to the ugly, mechanized beetles to which he was accustomed. He got in, watching carefully where he put his feet. He lowered himself cautiously into the cushioned seat. The door slid shut.
"Home," ordered Marlene.
There was a murmur of machinery and the thing lifted, took a wide sweep around the ship, then headed in a direction away from the distant city.
"And now," said the girl, "what do they call you?"
"What do you mean, Your Highness?"
"To begin with, Lieutenant, you can drop the t.i.tle, as long as you"re my guest. And I want to be able to drop yours." In spite of the friendliness of her voice and manner, the "for what it"s worth" was implied, although not spoken. "I don"t know what planet you were born and dragged up on, but you must have some other name besides Grimes."
"John, Your..."
"You may call me Marlene, John. But don"t go getting ideas."
I"ve already got them, thought Grimes. thought Grimes. I got them a long time ago. But I have no desire to be the guest of honor at a lynching party. I got them a long time ago. But I have no desire to be the guest of honor at a lynching party.
"Cat got your tongue, John?"
"No. I was...er...thinking."
"Then don"t. Too much of it is bad for you. Just relax. You"re away from your b.l.o.o.d.y ship, and all the stiffness and starchiness that are inevitable when the common herd puts on gold braid and bra.s.s b.u.t.tons."
You sn.o.bbish b.i.t.c.h! thought Grimes angrily. thought Grimes angrily.
"Sorry," she said casually. "But you have to remember that we, on El Dorado, regard ourselves as rather special people."
"That reminds me," said Grimes, "of two famous Twentieth Century writers. Hemingway and Scott Fitzgerald. Fitzgerald said to Hemingway, quite seriously, "The rich are different from us." Hemingway replied, "Yes. They have more money." "
"So you read, John. You actually read. A s.p.a.cefaring intellectual. I didn"t know that there were any such."
"There are quite a few of us, Marlene. But microfilmed editions aren"t the same as real real books." books."
"You"ll find plenty of real books on this world. Every home has its library."
"You"ve room here, on this world."
"There"s room on every planet but Earth for people to live as they should. But your average colonist, what does he do? He builds cities and huddles in almost exact replicas of Terran slums."
"You aren"t average?"
"Too b.l.o.o.d.y right we"re not. And we were determined when we purchased El Dorado that overpopulation would never become one of our problems. But..."
"But?"