Vance, Jack.
Tschai - Complete.
CITY OF THE CHASCH.
of the Explorator IV flared a dim and aging star, Carina 4269; to the other hung a single planet, gray-brown under a heavy blanket of atmosphere. The star was distinguished only by a curious amber cast to its light. The planet was somewhat larger than Earth, attended by a pair of small moons with rapid periods of orbit. An almost typical K2 star, an unremarkable planet, but for the men aboard the Explorator IV the system was a source of wonder and fascination.
In the forward control pod stood Commander Marin, Chief Officer Deale, Second Officer Walgrave: three men similarly trim, erect, brisk of movement, wearing the same neat white uniforms, and so much in each other"s company that the wry, offhand intonations in which they spoke, the half-sarcastic, half-facetious manner in which they phrased their thoughts, were almost identical. With scanscopes-hand-held binocular photomultiphers, capable of enormous magnification and amplification- they looked across to the planet.
Walgrave commented, "At casual observation, a habitable planet. Those clouds are surely water-vapor."
"If signals emanate from a world," said Chief Officer Deale, "we almost automatically a.s.sume it to be inhabited. Habitability follows as a natural consequence of habitation."
Commander Marin gave a dry chuckle. "Your logic, usually irrefutable, is at fault. We are presently two hundred and twelve light-years from Earth.
We received the signals twelve light-years out; hence they were broadcast two hundred years ago. If you recall, they halted abruptly. This world may be habitable; it may be inhabited; it may be both. But not necessarily either."
Deale gave his head a doleful shake. "On this basis, we can"t even be sure that Earth is inhabited. The tenuous evidence available to us-"
Beep beep went the communicator. "Speak!" called Commander Marin.
The voice of Dant, the communications engineer, came into the pod: "I"m picking up a fluctuating field; I think it"s artificial but I can"t tune it in.
It just might be some sort of radar."
Marin frowned, rubbed his nose with his knuckle. "I"ll send down the scouts, then we"ll back away, out of range."Marin spoke a code-word, gave orders to the scouts Adam Reith and Paul Waunder. "Fast as possible; we"re being detected. Rendezvous at System axis, up, Point D as in Deneb."
"Right, sir. System axis, up, Point D as in Deneb. Give us three minutes."
Commander Marin went to the macroscope and began an anxious search of the planet"s surface, clicking through a dozen wavelengths. "There"s a window at about 3000 angstroms, nothing good. The scouts will have to do all of it."
"I"m glad I never trained as a scout," remarked Second Officer Walgrave.
"Otherwise I also might be sent down upon strange and quite possibly horrid planets."
"A scout isn"t trained," Deale told him. "He exists: half acrobat, half mad scientist, half cat burglar, half-"
"That"s several halves too many."
"Just barely adequate. A scout is a man who likes a change."
The scouts aboard the Explorator IV were Adam Reith and Paul Waunder. Both were men of resource and stamina; each was master of many skills; there the resemblance ended. Reith was an inch or two over average height, dark-haired, with a broad forehead, prominent cheekbones, rather gaunt cheeks where showed an occasional twitch of muscle. Waunder was compact, balding, blond, with features too ordinary for description. Waunder was older by a year or two; Reith however, held senior rank, and was in nominal command of the scout-boat: a miniature s.p.a.ceship thirty feet long, carried in a clamp under the Explorator"s stern.
In something over two minutes they were aboard the scoutboat.
Waunder went to the controls; Reith sealed the hatch, pushed the detach- b.u.t.ton. The scout-boat eased away from the great black hull. Reith took his seat, and as he did so a flicker of movement registered at the corner of his vision. He glimpsed a gray projectile darting up from the direction of the planet, then his eyes were battered by a tremendous purple-white dazzle.
There was rending and wrenching, violent acceleration as Waunder clutched convulsively upon the throttle, and the scout-boat went careening down toward the planet.
Where the Explorator IV had ridden s.p.a.ce now drifted a curious object: the nose and stern of a s.p.a.ceship, joined by a few shreds of metal, with a great void between, through which burnt the old yellow sun Carina 4269.
Along with crew and technicians, Commander Marin, Chief Officer Deale, Second Officer Walgrave had become fleeting atoms of carbon, oxygen and hydrogen, their personalities, brisk mannerisms, and jocularity now only memories.
CHAPTER ONE.
THE SCOUT-BOAT, STRUCK rather than propelled by the shockwave, tumbled bow over stern down toward the gray and brown planet, with Adam Reith and Paul Waunder b.u.mping from bulkhead to bulkhead in the control cabin.
Reith, only half-conscious, managed to seize a stanchion. Pulling himself to the panel, he struck down the stabilization switch. Instead of a smooth hum there was hissing and thumping; nevertheless the wild windmilling motion gradually was damped.
Reith and Waunder dragged themselves to their seats, made themselves fast. Reith asked, "Did you see what I saw?"
"A torpedo."
Reith nodded. "The planet is inhabited."
"The inhabitants are far from cordial. That was a rough reception."
"We"re a long way from home." Reith looked along the line of non- signifying dials and dead indicator lights. "Nothing seems to be functioning. We"re going to crash, unless I can make some swift repairs."
He limped aft to the engine room, to discover that a spare energy-cell, improperly stowed, had crushed a connection box, creating a chaotic tangle of melted leads, broken crystals, fused composites.
"I can fix it," Reith told Waunder, who had come aft to inspect the mess.
"In about two months with luck. Providing the spares are intact."
"Two months is somewhat too long," said Waunder. "I"d say we have two hours before we hit atmosphere."
"Let"s get to work."
An hour and a half later they stood back, eyeing the jury-rig with doubt and dissatisfaction. "With luck we can land in one piece," said Reith gloomily. "You go forward, put some power into the lifts; I"ll see what happens."
A minute pa.s.sed. The propulsors hummed; Reith felt the pressure of deceleration. Hoping that the improvisations were at least temporarily sound, he went forward and resumed his seat. "What"s it look like?"
"Short range, not too bad. We"ll hit atmosphere in about half an hour, somewhat under critical velocity. We can come down to a soft landing-I hope. The long-range prognosis-not so good. Whoever hit the ship with a torpedo can follow us down with radar. Then what?"
"Nothing good," said Reith.The planet below broadened under their view: a world dimmer and darker than Earth, bathed in tawny golden light. They now could see continents and oceans, clouds, storms: the landscape of a mature world.
The atmosphere whined around the car; the temperature gauge rose sharply toward the red mark. Reith cautiously fed more power through the makeshift circuits. The boat slowed, the needle quivered, sank back toward a comfortable level. There came a soft report from the engine room and the boat began to fall free once more.
"Here we go again," said Reith. "Well, it"s up to the airfoils now. Better get into ejection harness." He swung out the sideflaps, extended the elevators and rudder and the boat hissed down at a slant. He asked, "How does the atmosphere check out?"
Waunder read the various indices of the a.n.a.lyzer. "Breathable. Close to Earth normal."
"That"s one small favor."
Looking through scanscopes, they could now observe detail. Below spread a wide plain or a steppe, marked here and there with low relief and vegetation. "No sign of civilization," said Waunder. "Not below, at any rate.
Maybe up there, by the horizon-those gray spots ..."
"If we can land the boat, if no one disturbs us while we rebuild the control system, we"ll be in good shape ... But these airfoils aren"t intended for a fast landing in the rough. We"d better try to stall her down and eject at the last instant."
"Right," said Waunder. He pointed. "That looks like a forest-vegetation of some sort. The ideal spot for a crash."
"Down we go."
The boat slanted down; the landscape expanded. The fronds of a dank black forest reached into the air ahead of them.
"On the count of three: eject," said Reith. He pulled the boat up into a stall, braking its motion. "One-two-three. Eject!"
The ejection ports opened; the seats thrust; out into the air snapped Reith. But where was Waunder? His harness had fouled, or the seat had failed to eject properly; and he dangled helplessly outside the boat. Reith"s parachute opened, swung him up pendulum-wise. On the way down he struck a glossy black limb of a tree. The blow dazed him; he swung at the end of his parachute shrouds. The boat careened through the trees, plowed into a bog, Paul Waunder hung motionless in his harness.
There was silence except for the creaking of hot metal, a faint hiss from somewhere under the boat.
Reith stirred, kicked feebly. The motion sent pain tearing through his shoulders and chest; he desisted and hung limp.
The ground was fifty feet below. The sunlight, as he had noted before, seemed rather more dim and yellow than the sunlight of Earth, and theshadows held an amber overtone. The air was aromatic with the scent of unfamiliar resins and oils; he was caught in a tree with glossy black limbs and brittle black foliage which made a rattling sound when he moved. He could look along the broken swath to the bog, where the boat sat almost on an even keel, Waunder hanging head-down from the ejection hatch, his face only inches from the muck. If the boat should settle, he would smother-if he was still alive even now. Reith struggled frantically to untangle himself from his harness. The pain made him dizzy and sick; there was no strength in his hands, and when he raised his arms there were clicking sounds in his shoulders. He was helpless to free himself, let alone a.s.sist Waunder. Was he dead? Reith could not be sure. Waunder, he thought, had twitched feebly.
Reith watched intently. Waunder was slipping slowly into the mire. In the ejection seat was a survival kit with weapons and tools. With his broken bones he could not raise his arms to reach the clasp. If he detached himself from the shrouds he would fall and kill himself... No help for it. Broken shoulder, broken collarbone or not, he must open the ejection seat, bring forth the knife and the coil of rope.
There was a sound, not too far distant, of wood striking wood. Reith desisted in his efforts, hung quietly. A troop of men armed with fancifully long rapiers and heavy hand-catapults marched quietly, almost furtively, below.
Reith stared dumbfounded, suspecting hallucination. The cosmos seemed partial to biped races, more or less anthropoid; but these were true men: people with harsh, strong features, honey-colored skin, blond, blond- brown, blond-gray hair and bushy drooping mustaches. They wore complicated garments: loose trousers of striped brown and black cloth, dark blue or dark red shirts, vests of woven metal strips, short black capes.
Their hats were black leather, folded and creased with out-turned earflaps, each with a silver emblem four inches across at the front of a tall crown.
Reith watched in amazement. Barbarian warriors, a wandering band of cutthroats: but true men, nonetheless, here on this unknown world over two hundred light-years from Earth!
The warriors pa.s.sed quietly below, stealthy and furtive. They paused in the shadows to survey the boat, then the leader, a warrior younger than the rest, no more than a youth and lacking a mustache, stepped out into the open and examined the sky. He was joined by three older men, wearing globes of pink and blue gla.s.s on their helmets, who also searched the sky with great care. Then the youth signaled to the others, and all approached the boat.
Paul Waunder raised his hand in the feeblest of salutes. One of the men with the gla.s.s globes s.n.a.t.c.hed up his catapult, but the youth yelled anangry order and the man sullenly turned away. One of the warriors cut the parachute shrouds, let Waunder fall to the ground.
The youth gave other orders; Waunder was picked up and carried to a dry area.
The youth now turned to investigate the s.p.a.ce-boat. Boldly he clambered up on the hull and looked in through the ejection ports.
The older men with the pink and blue globes stood back in the shadows, muttering dourly through their drooping whiskers and glowering toward Waunder. One of them clapped his hand to the emblem on his hat as if the object had jerked or made a sound. Then, at once, as if stimulated by the contact, he stalked upon Waunder, drew his rapier, brought it flickering down. To Reith"s horror Paul Waunder"s head rolled free of his torso, and his blood gushed forth to soak into the black soil.
The youth seemed to sense the act and swung about. He cried out in fury, leaped to the ground, marched over to the murderer. The youth s.n.a.t.c.hed forth his own rapier, flicked it and the flexible end slashed in to cut away the emblem from the man"s hat. The youth picked it up, and pulling a knife from his boot hacked savagely at the soft silver, then cast it down at the murderer"s feet with a spate of bitter words. The murderer, cowed, picked up the emblem and moved sullenly off to the side.
From a great distance came a throb of sound. The warriors set up a soft hooting, either as a ceremonial response or in fear and mutual admonition, and quickly retreated into the forest.
Low in the sky appeared an aircraft, which first hovered, then settled: a sky-raft fifty feet long, twenty feet wide, controlled from an ornate belvedere at the stern. Forward and aft great lanterns dangled from convolute standards; the bulwarks were guarded by a squat bal.u.s.trade.
Leaning over the bal.u.s.trade, pushing and jostling, were two dozen pa.s.sengers, in imminent danger, so it seemed, of falling to the ground.
Reith watched in numb fascination as the craft landed beside the scout- boat. The pa.s.sengers jumped quickly off: individuals of two sorts, non- human and human, though this distinction was not instantly obvious. The non-human creatures-Blue Chasch, as Reith was to learn-walked on short heavy legs, moving with a stiff-legged strut. The typical individual was ma.s.sive and powerful, scaled like a pangolin with blue pointed tablets. The torso was wedge-shaped, with exoskeletal epaulettes of chitin curving over into a dorsal carapace. The skull rose to a bony point; a heavy brow jutted over the ocular holes, glittering metallic eyes and the complicated nasal orifice. The men were as similar to the Blue Chasch as breeding, artifice and mannerism allowed. They were short, stocky, with bandy-legs; their faces were blunt and almost chinless, with the features compressed. They wore what appeared to be false craniums which rose to a point and beetledover their foreheads; and their jerkins and trousers were worked with scales.
Chasch and Chaschmen ran to the scout-boat, communicating in fluting glottal cries. Some clambered up the hull, peered into the interior, others investigated the head and torso of Paul Waunder, which they picked up and carried aboard the raft.
From the control belvedere came a bawled alarm. Blue Chasch and Chaschmen looked up into the sky, then hurriedly pushed the raft under the trees and out of sight. Once again the little clearing was deserted.
Minutes pa.s.sed. Reith closed his eyes and considered the evil nightmare from which he hoped to wake, secure aboard the Explorator.
&npsb: A thudding of engines aroused him from torpor. Down from the sky sank still another vehicle: an airship which, like the raft, had been built with small regard for aerodynamic efficiency. There were three decks, a central rotunda, balconies of black wood and copper, a scrolled prow, observation cupolas, weapon ports, a vertical fin displaying a gold and black insignia. The ship hovered while those on the decks gave the s.p.a.ce- boat a fastidious inspection. Some of these were not human, but tall attenuated creatures, hairless, pale as parchment, with austere countenances, languid and elegant att.i.tudes. Others, apparently subordinates, were men, though they displayed the same attenuated arms, legs and torso, the sheep-like mannerisms. Both races wore elaborate costumes of ribbons, flounces, sashes. Later Reith would know the non- human folk as Dirdir and their human subordinates as Dirdirmen. At the moment, dazed by the immensity of his disaster, he noted the splendid Dirdir airship only with disinterested wonder. The thought, however, seeped into his mind that either these tall pale folk or their predecessors at the scene had destroyed the Explorator IV, and both had evidently tracked the arrival of the scout-boat.
Dirdir and Dirdirmen scrutinized the s.p.a.ce-boat with keen interest. One of them called attention to the print left by the Chasch raft, and the discovery created an instant atmosphere of emergency. Instantly from the forest came stabs of purple-white energy; Dirdir and Dirdirmen fell writhing. Chasch and Chaschmen charged forth, Chasch firing hand- weapons, Chaschmen running to throw grapples at the ship.
The Dirdir discharged their own hand-weapons, which exuded a violet flare and whorls of orange plasma; Chasch and Chaschmen were consumed in a purple and orange blaze. The Dirdir ship lifted, to be constrained by grapples. The Dirdirmen hacked with knives, burnt with energy pistols; the ship broke free, to fluting cries of disappointment from the Chasch.
A hundred feet above the bog the Dirdir turned heavy plasma-beams upon the forest and burnt a series of reeking avenues, but failed to destroy the raft, from which the Chasch were now aiming their own great mortars.The first Chasch projectile missed. The second struck the ship under the hull; it slewed around under the impact, then gave a great dart off into the sky, flitting, lurching, jerking like a wounded insect, upside-down, then right-side up, with Dirdir and Dirdirmen falling off, black specks drifting down the slate-colored sky. The ship veered south, then east and presently was lost to sight.
Chasch and Chaschmen came forth to gaze after the Dirdir ship. The raft slid forth from the forest, hovered over the scoutboat. Grapples were dropped; the boat was lifted from the mire. Chasch and Chaschmen climbed aboard the raft; it slanted up into the air and moved off to the northeast, with the s.p.a.ce-boat slung below.
Time pa.s.sed. Reith hung in his harness, barely conscious. The sun settled behind the trees; dimness began to drift over the landscape.
The barbarians reappeared. They went to the clearing, made a desultory inspection, looked up into the sky, then turned away.
Reith gave a hoa.r.s.e call. The warriors s.n.a.t.c.hed out their catapults, but the youth made a furious gesture to restrain them. He gave orders; two men climbed the tree, cut the parachute shrouds to leave the ejection seat and Reith"s survival gear swinging in the branches.
Reith was lowered to the ground, none too gently, and his senses went dim at the grating of bones in his shoulder. Forms loomed above him, speaking in harsh consonants and broad vowels. he was lifted, placed in a litter; he felt the thud and swing of footsteps; then he either fainted or fell asleep.
CHAPTER TWO.
REITH AWOKE To the flicker of firelight, the murmur of voices. Above was a dark canopy, to either side a sky full of strange stars. The nightmare was real. Aspect by aspect, sensation by sensation, Reith took stock of himself and his condition. He lay on a pallet of woven reeds which exuded a sourish odor, half-vegetable, half-human. His shirt had been removed; a harness of withe constricted his shoulders and provided support for his broken bones. Painfully he raised his head and looked around. He lay in an open-sided shelter of metal poles covered with fabric. Another paradox, thought Reith. The metal poles indicated a high level of technology; the weapons and manners of the people were purely barbaric. Reith tried to look toward the fire, but the effort pained him and he lay back.
The camp was in the open country; the forest had been left behind; so much was evident from the stars. He wondered about his ejection seat and the attached survival pack. Seat and pack had been left dangling, so he recalled to his regret. He had only himself and his innate resources to depend upon-a quality somewhat augmented by the training forced upon a scout, some of which Reith had considered pedantic over-elaboration. He had a.s.similated vast quant.i.ties of basic science, linguistic and communication theory, astronautics, s.p.a.ce and energy technology, biometrics, meteorology, geology, toxicology. So much was theory; additionally he had trained in practical survival techniques of every description: weaponry, attack and defense, emergency nutrition, rigging and hoisting, s.p.a.ce-drive mechanics, electronic repair and improvisation.
If he was not killed out of hand, as had been Paul Waunder, he would live- but to what purpose? His chances of returning to Earth must be considered infinitesimal, which made the intrinsic interest of the planet less stimulating.
A shadow fell across his face; Reith saw the youth who had saved his life.