Uller Uprising

Chapter 4

"We talked with Mr. Keeluk for a while," the girl said, "and when we came out, we found that our driver had been killed and a mob had gathered. Of course, we were carrying pistols; they"re part of this survival-kit you make everybody carry, along with the emergency-rations and the water-desilicator. Mr. Ferriera"s wasn"t loaded, but mine was.

When they rushed us, I shot a couple of them, and then picked up that big knife...."

"That"s why you"re still alive," von Schlichten commented.

"We wouldn"t be if you hadn"t come along," she told him. "I never in my life saw anything as beautiful as you coming through that mob swinging that war-club!"

"Well, I never saw anything much more beautiful than those 40-mm"s beginning to land in the mob," von Schlichten replied.

The aircar swung out over Konkrook Channel and headed toward the blue-gray Company buildings on Gongonk Island, and the Company airport, swarming with lorries and airboats, where the ten thousand-ton _Oom Paul Kruger_ had just come in from Keegark, and the Company"s one real warship, the cruiser _Procyon_, was lifting out for Grank, in the North. Down at the southern tip of the island, the three-thousand-foot globe of the s.p.a.ceship _City of Pretoria_, from Niflheim, was loading with cargo for Terra.

"Just what happened, while you and Mr. Ferriera were in Keeluk"s house. Miss Quinton?" Hideyoshi O"Leary asked, trying not to sound official. "Was Keeluk with you all the time? Or did he go out for a while, say fifteen or twenty minutes before you left?"

"Why, yes, he did." Paula Quinton looked surprised. "How did you guess it? You see, a dog started barking, behind the house, and he excused himself and...."

"A dog?" von Schlichten almost shouted. The other officers echoed him, and on the front seat, Harry Quong said, "Coo-bli"me!"

"Why, yes...." Paula Quinton"s eyes widened. "But there are no dogs on Uller, except a few owned by Terrans. And wasn"t there something about ...?"

Von Schlichten had the radio-phone and was calling the command car at the scene of the riot. The sergeant-driver answered.

"Von Schlichten here; my compliments to Captain Pedolsky, and tell him he"s to make immediate and thorough search of the house in front of which the incident occurred, and adjoining houses. For his information, that"s Keeluk"s house. Tell him to look for traces of Governor-General Harrington"s collie, or any of the other terrestrial animals that have been disappearing--that goat, for instance, or those rabbits. And I want Keeluk brought in, alive and in condition to be interrogated. I"ll send more troops, or Constabulary, to help you." He handed the phone to M"zangwe. "You take care of that end of it, Them; you know who can be spared."

"But, what ...?" the girl began.

"That"s why you were attacked," he told her. "Keeluk was afraid to let you get away from there alive to report hearing that dog, so he went out and had a gang of thugs rounded up to kill you."

"But he was only gone five minutes."

"In five minutes, I can put all the troops in Konkrook into action.

Keeluk doesn"t have radio or TV--we hope--but he has his forces concentrated, and he has a pretty good staff."

"But Mr. Keeluk"s a friend of ours. He knows what our a.s.sociation is trying to do for his people...."

"So he shows his appreciation by setting that mob on you. Look, he has a lot of influence in that section. When you were attacked, why wasn"t he out trying to quiet the mob?"

"When they jumped you, you tried to get back into the house," M"zangwe put in. "And you found the door barred against you."

"Yes, but...." The girl looked troubled; M"zangwe had guessed right.

"But what"s all the excitement about the dog? What is it, the sacred totem-animal of the Uller Company?"

"It"s just a big brown collie, named Stalin, like half the dogs on Terra. Somebody stole it, and Keeluk was keeping it, and we want to know why. We don"t like geek mysteries; not when they lead to murderous attacks on Terrans, at least."

The aircar let down on the hospital landing stage. A stretcher was waiting, with a Terran interne and two Ulleran orderlies. They got the still-unconscious Mohammed Ferriera out of the car.

"You"d better go with them, yourself, Miss Quinton," von Schlichten advised. "You have a couple of nasty-looking bruises and b.u.mps. A couple of abrasions, too, where those geeks grabbed you; they have hides like sandpaper. And better have that coat cleaned, before that goo on it hardens, or it"ll be ruined."

"Yes. You have a lot of it on your uniform, too."

He glanced down at the blue-gray jacket. "So I have. And another thing. Those letters Keeluk was going to give you, the ones to his friends in Skilk. Did you get them?"

She felt in the pocket of her coat. "Yes. I still have them."

"I wish you"d let Colonel O"Leary have a look at them. There may be more to them than you think.... Hid, will you go with Miss Quinton?"

II.

Rakkeed, Stalin, and the Rev. Keeluk

Von Schlichten, in a fresh uniform, sat at the end of the table in Sidney Harrington"s office; Harrington and Eric Blount, the Lieutenant-Governor, faced each other across it, over the three-foot disc of an Ulleran chess-board. Harrington had the white, or center, position. Blount, sandy-haired and considerably younger, was playing black, and his pieces were closing in relentlessly from the outer rim.

"Well, then what?" Harrington asked.

Von Schlichten dropped ash from his cigarette into the tray that served all three of them.

"Nothing much," he replied. "Keeluk bugged out as soon as he saw my car let down. We picked up a few of his ragtag-and-bobtail, and they"re being questioned now, but I doubt if they"ll tell us anything we don"t know already. The dog had been kept in a lean-to back of the house; it had been removed, probably as soon as Keeluk called in his goon-gang. At least one of the rabbits had been kept on the premises, too, some time ago. No trace of the goat."

He watched Blount move one of his pieces and nodded approvingly. "The riot"s been put down," he continued, "but we"re keeping two companies of Kragans in the city, and about a dozen airjeeps patrolling the section from Eightieth down to Sixty-fourth, and from the waterfront back to Eighth Avenue. There is also the equivalent of a regiment of King Jaikark"s infantry--spearmen, crossbowmen, and a few riflemen--and two of those outsize cavalry companies of his, helping hold the lid down. They"re making ma.s.s arrests, indiscriminately. More slaves for Jaikark"s court favorite, of course."

"Or else Gurgurk wants them to use for patronage," Blount added. "He"s been building quite a political organization, lately. Getting ready to shove Jaikark off the throne, I"d say."

Harrington pushed one of his pieces out along a radial line toward the rim. Blount promptly took a p.a.w.n, which, under Ulleran rules, ent.i.tled him to a second move. He shifted another piece, a sort of combination knight and bishop, to threaten the piece Harrington had moved.

"Oh, Gurgurk wouldn"t dare try anything like that," the Governor-General said. "He knows we wouldn"t let him get away with it.

We have too much of an investment in King Jaikark."

"Then why"s Gurgurk been supporting this d.a.m.ned Rakkeed?" Blount wanted to know, hastily interposing a piece. "Gurgurk can follow one of two lines of policy. He can undertake to heave Jaikark off the throne and seize power, or he has to support Jaikark on the throne.

We"re subsidizing Jaikark. Rakkeed has been preaching this crusade against the Terrans, and against Jaikark, whom we control. Gurgurk has been subsidizing Rakkeed...."

"You haven"t any proof of that," Harrington protested.

"My Intelligence Section has," von Schlichten put in. "We can give sums of money, and dates, and the names of the intermediaries through whom they were paid to Rakkeed. Eric is absolutely correct in making that statement."

"Personally, I think Gurgurk"s plan is something like this: Rakkeed will stir up anti-Terran sentiment here in Konkrook, and direct it against our puppet, Jaikark, as well as against us," Blount said.

"When the outbreak comes, Jaikark will be killed, and then Gurgurk will step in, seize the Palace, and use the Royal army to put down the revolt that he"s incited in the first place. That will put him in the position of the friend of the Company, and most of his dupes will be rounded up and sold as slaves, and King Gurgurk"ll pocket the proceeds. The only question is, will Rakkeed let himself be used that way? I think Rakkeed"s bigger than Gurgurk ever can be. And more of a threat to the Company. Everywhere we turn, Rakkeed"s at the bottom of whatever happens to be wrong. This business, for instance; Keeluk"s one of Rakkeed"s followers."

"Eric, you have Rakkeed on the brain!" Harrington exclaimed impatiently, then moved the threatened piece counterclockwise on the circle where he had placed it. "He"s just a barbarian caravan-driver."

Eric Blount moved the piece that had taken Harrington"s p.a.w.n.

"Your king"s in danger," he warned. "And Hitler was just a paper-hanger."

"Rakkeed has no following, except among the rabble." Harrington puffed furiously at his pipe, trying to figure the best protection for his king.

"You just think he hasn"t," Blount retorted. "Here in Konkrook, he"s always entertained by one or another of the big ship-owning n.o.bles.

They probably deprecate his table-manners, but they just love his politics. And the same thing at Keegark, and at the Free Cities along the Eastern Sh.o.r.e."

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