The Lani People, Jesse F. Bone [best reads TXT] 📗

said. “Get the kink out of your neck and simmer down. Sure—the Boss-man told us to keep an eye on you—but that’s not why I’m here this time.”

“Well?”

“Douglas came back this morning.”

“What for?”

“I don’t know.” Blalok’s face wore the noncommittal look it always wore when he was taking liberties with the truth.

“You’re probably the worst liar in the galaxy,” Kennon chuckled. “He’s here to breathe down my neck, isn’t he?”

Blalok nodded.

“Keep him off my back for another week and he can breathe all he wants to. I’ll be done then.”

“I can’t promise a thing.”

Kennon shrugged. “It’s too much to ask, I guess.”

“But I can try,” Blalok added.

“That’s enough for me.” Kennon grinned. “Has he turned Alexandria into a shambles yet?”

“Not yet, but everyone’s uneasy.”

“I can’t blame them. That young fellow’s undiluted poison. By the way, how does he look?”

“About the same.”

“The medics must have done a good job,” Kennon said.

“The Boss-man shipped him to Beta for treatment,” Blalok said. “He didn’t trust the docs out here.”

“That figures. At any rate Douglas couldn’t have gone to a better place.”

“What happened to him?”

“He stuck his nose where he shouldn’t,” Kennon said pointedly.

Blalok stiffened.

“I’m sorry, Evald. Even if you knew, I couldn’t talk about it. What I know about Douglas is classified!”

“Well—Douglas is doing plenty of talking. Claims his stay in the hospital was all your fault.”

Kennon shrugged. “That’s his opinion. And as long as he stays out of my way he’s welcome to it.”

Blalok looked at Kennon’s haggard face with mild concern, “Doc,” he said, “you’d better take it easy. You’re going to pieces.”

“I’ll be through here in another week, I’ll have this all wrapped up.”

“Providing you’re not wrapped up first.”

“Eh?”

“In a shroud. You look like a walking corpse.”

Kennon chuckled wearily. “Sometimes I feel like one. But I’d like to get this job finished.”

“Well, I’ll do what I can,” Blalok said. “I’ll try to keep him down at Alexandria for a few days.”

“It’ll be enough,” Kennon said. More than enough—he added mentally. The coils of fuel wire were ready to load, and the power slugs for the ship’s reactor were already stored in the power plant building here at Olympus. Three more days and the old spacer would be as ready to fly as she would ever be. And after that, it was in the lap of fate.

He ushered Blalok to his jeep and watched until he disappeared.

“I’m getting to be a first-class liar,” he remarked wryly to himself as he turned back to the temporary quarters he was occupying at the station. “And the bad thing about it is that I’m actually enjoying it.”

A few weeks ago an admission like that would have been inconceivable. It was odd, he thought, how one thing led to another and produced an end that could not be foreseen. Now he could lie and dissemble with the best. He had no compunction about falsifying a requisition, or stealing what he could not obtain with apparent honesty. His character had sunk to an all-time low, he reflected with grim humor as he walked into the shadow of the main building. Neither Blalok’s nor Jordan’s frequent visits bothered him. Both men were creatures of habit and both were married. They stayed home at night—and it was nighttime that he worked on the spacer. The project afforded him a perfect cover and it was only minutes by jeep away from the crater.

Even so, the double duty was an appalling task. And it would have been impossible if it wasn’t for Copper. Her quick fingers, keen eyesight, and uncanny memory made the work seem simple, and neither the tediousness of repairing miles of circuitry nor the depressing environment of Olympus Station seemed to bother her. While he worked with the men on the project she restored and reassembled circuits in his quarters and at night they replaced them in the old ship. And the God-Egg was rapidly becoming operational.

Kennon wondered what it was about Copper that made her so different from the rest. Olympus didn’t bother her at all. In fact she seemed to thrive on the depressing atmosphere that filled the Station. Perhaps it was because she had violated the tabu about the God-Egg so often that ordinary superstition had no effect upon her. He shrugged. He had troubles enough without worrying about Copper’s motivations, and not the least of these was taking the God-Egg into space.

Kennon looked forward to blast-off with distinct misgivings. There was too much about the ancient spacer that was strange—and too much that was terrifying.

Basically the ship was an ion-jet job with atomic primaries and a spindizzy converter that might possibly take her up as high as middle yellow Cth—far enough to give her a good turn of speed, but not enough to compensate for timelag. Her screens were monstrosities, double polyphase lattices that looked about as spacetight as so many sieves. There were no acceleration dampers, no temporal compensators, no autopilot, no four-space computer, and the primaries operated on nuclear rather than binding energy. The control chairs weren’t equipped with forcefields, but instead had incredibly primitive safety webs that held one in place by sheer tensile strength. Taking a ship like that into space was an open invitation to suicide. A man needed a combination of foolhardy bravery and incredible fatalism to blast off in a can like this. He had the stimulus, but the knowledge of what he would face troubled him more than he cared to admit. More and more, as he understood the ship, he was amazed at the courage of the ancients who had blithely leaped into hyperspace in these flying coffins with no more motivation than to see what was beyond the nearest star. And in ships more primitive than this men had swept through the star systems nearest Earth in the outward expansion of the First Millennium.

He sighed. The breed of man must have been tough in the old days—and he’d soon be finding out if any of that ancient toughness remained.

He opened the door to his quarters.

Copper was sitting in his favorite chair, a pile of completed assemblies neatly stacked beside her, and a disorderly file of crumpled cloth at her feet. Her face was sullen as she looked up at him. “I’ve had about all of this I’m going to take,” she said mutinously as she stirred the heap of cloth with a bare