Naia turned and moved through the room just off the balcony. On the far side another door gave exit. She pa.s.sed through it and turned as though waiting for Kirk. He took one step, two, three, four.
Then something came from somewhere and almost tore his jaw off. He went out in an explosion of black light.
Chapter VIII
Kirk came to with the feeling that his period of unconsciousness had been momentary. Naia was standing as she had stood before, just beyond the inner doorway. The mocking smile was still on her face. "Did you trip?"
Kirk got groggily to his feet. "No, angel. That"s the way I always cross a room." As he came upright his hand reached toward the bulge made by his shoulder holster. But it didn"t get that far.
He had not seen from whence the first blow came but that was not true with the second. From a tiny opening in the door jamb, a pinpoint of light appeared. It hung there for a moment. Then it brightened, expanded, and shot forth as a slim beam. It contained a silvery radiance and the kick of a Missouri mule. It slammed against Kirk"s jaw, but not quite so hard this time; only hard enough to send him down again amidst a cloud of shooting stars.
He shook his head and got to his hands and knees. "Wha"s "at? A trained flashlight?" He began coming up. As soon as he didn"t need his right hand for rising he reached for his gun. The light beam seemed to resent this. It hit him in the solar plexus this time; a sickening blow that fed nausea down through his legs. He tightened his stomach against the agony and began getting up again.
"You see how useless it is?" Naia asked. "Beside us, you Earthlings are children. Will you stop being foolish, or must I kill you?"
Kirk squinted craftily at the pinpoint of light with one closed eye.
Clever little devil. What the h.e.l.l! Nude innocents. Tigers on leashes.
Light beams that knocked your teeth out. Paul Cordell with a shaved spot on his head.
"You got your bag packed for a little trip, baby?"
For a brief moment, genuine fear flamed in Naia"s eyes. And in Kirk"s mind: Dumb babe. What"s she got to be scared of? They hit you with nothing and make it stick. Kirk croaked, "Grab your bag, baby. We"ll go find that flying biscuit. We got a date with Arthur Kahler Troy."
He was really cagey this time. When the light beam shot out, he hurled himself to the side. But he could have saved the effort. A beam came from the other door jamb and he stepped right into it. That one really tore his head off.
Somebody was talking. It was a man and he had a deep resonant voice: a voice full of authority--and censure. "I"m surprised at you Naia. I never suspected you of having a s.a.d.i.s.tic streak."
Naia"s sullen reply. "Do you think anyone can do the work I do and remain unmarked?"
"I suppose not. But as I remember it, you asked to serve."
"As a benefit to humanity."
"We won"t go into it."
But Naia pressed the point. "I have always followed orders. I placed myself in possible jeopardy on Earth by clearing Paul Cordell."
"But Paul Cordell was not cleared."
"Not through any fault of mine."
"But why this? What end does torturing this poor unfortunate serve?"
Martin Kirk cautiously opened one eye. It brought to his brain the image of a large blue globe. A man of fine and commanding appearance stood within the globe, suspended about a foot from the floor. The globe and the man gave every indication of having just come through the opaque gla.s.s wall of the room, and as Kirk watched, the man was lowered slowly to the floor and the globe became a blue mist that spiralled lazily and was gone.
Kirk opened both eyes now, stirred, and climbed dizzily to his feet.
"You b.u.mp into the d.a.m.ndest things around here," he said, "But let"s get down to the important business. My name is Martin Kirk. I"m an American police officer. One of your subjects committed a murder on American soil. I hope you aren"t going to be difficult about extradition."
The other could not hide his surprise. Nor did he try to. "Amazing," he murmured. Then, "I am Tamu, the overlord of the galaxy. I wonder if Naia"s cruelty hasn"t affected your mind?"
"If you mean I"m nuts, I think maybe you"re right. But it wasn"t little Playful here who did it. I"ve gone through a lot and I don"t speak with any sense of bragging. I"ve seen more funny things happen than any one man should see in so short a time. So maybe I am off my rocker. So I"d like your permission to take my prisoner back to Earth so I can give all my time to regaining my sanity."
Tamu regarded Kirk with thoughtful eyes. "I think we should have a talk."
"I would like a talk. I would like nothing better than to chew the fat with you for hours on end if my jaw didn"t hurt so d.a.m.ned much. So I"ll just take my prisoner and go. Do I have to sign a paper or something?"
The overlord"s surprise was fast becoming a kind of fascinated awe.
"Kirk, you said?" He pointed to the door leading to the inner room.
"Please go in, sir. There"s no use of our standing out here while we discuss your problem."
The Lieutenant eyed the door frame warily, "I tried getting through there before but the light got in my eyes!"
"You can trust me."
The police officer stepped cautiously through the opening and on into a luxuriously furnished room. Tamu, dressed much the same as one of Earth"s better bankers, followed him in and suggested he sit down.
"Why?" Kirk demanded bluntly. "Let"s stop kitten-and-micing around, Mr.
Tamu. I"m not comfortable here and I want to leave. With her." He tilted his head toward the watching, sullen-faced Naia North. "And now."
Tamu said, "Believe me, it will be as easy for you to return to Earth an hour from now. You seem weary to the point of exhaustion. I ask you again: sit down and get back some of your strength. Naia will find you something to eat."
Kirk"s stubborn determination to force an immediate showdown wavered. It had been born largely of fear to begin with, and the thought of relief for his burning throat was impossible to resist.
"I could use a drink," he admitted.
Tamu gestured and Naia North turned to leave the room. But Kirk leaped forward to block her off. "Nothing doing! I don"t take my eyes off you, baby. I"ll just pa.s.s up that drink."
The girl glanced at the overlord and shrugged helplessly. Tamu said, "Have a girl bring in something. While we"re waiting I suggest all three of us get comfortable."
While Naia was speaking into a tiny screen set into one of the silk-covered walls, Tamu and the man from Earth sat down across from each other on a pair of fragile-legged chairs. The overlord leaned back and sighed. "You"ve asked my leave to return to Earth and to take Naia back with you to stand trial for murder. Have you considered that I may refuse that permission?"
"I don"t think I have to consider it," Kirk said promptly.
"You don"t?" Tamu was mystified again. "Why not?"
"You tell me you"re the overlord. I take that to mean you"re in charge.
That means you have laws to govern your people and _that_ means you believe in laws. One of your subjects has broken the law of my country.
You can"t refuse to let her take the consequences any more than if the situation was reversed."
Tamu was shaking his head and smiling slightly. "I"m afraid you"re not taking into consideration one fact, Mr. Kirk. Naia North broke your law, as you call it, on express and definite instructions from me."