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else on Jagannath did. I didn’t hear about it, myself, till six months afterward.”

That evening, he played off the recording he had made of the conversation for Harkaman and Valkanhayn and Karffard and some of the others. Somebody instantly said:

“That temple stuff came from Chermosh. They’re Buddhists, there. That checks with the Gilgamesher’s story.”

“He got the furs on Imhotep; he traded for them,” Harkaman said. “Nobody gets anything off Imhotep by raiding. The planet’s in the middle of a glaciation, the land surface down to the fiftieth parallel is iced over solid. There is one city, ten or fifteen thousand, and the rest of the population is scattered around in settlements of a couple of hundred all along the face of the glaciers. They’re all hunters and trappers. They have some contragravity, and when a ship comes in, they spread the news by radio and everybody brings his furs to town. They use telescope sights, and everybody over ten years old can hit a man in the head at five hundred yards. And big weapons are no good; they’re too well dispersed. So the only way to get anything out of them is to trade for it.”

“I think I know where he was,” Alvyn Karffard said. “On Imhotep, silver is a monetary metal. On Agni, they use silver for sewer-pipe. Agni is a hot-star planet, class B-3 sun. And on Agni they are tough, and they have good weapons. That could be where the Enterprise took that combat damage.”

That started an argument as to whether he’d gone to Chermosh first. It was sure that he had gone to Agni and then Imhotep. Guatt Kirbey tried to figure both courses.

“It doesn’t tell us anything, either way,” he said at length. “Chermosh is away off to the side from Agni and Imhotep in either case.”

“Well, he does have a base, somewhere, and it’s not on any Terra-type planet,” Valkanhayn said. “Otherwise, what would he want with all that air-and-water and hydroponic and carniculture stuff?”

The Old Federation area was full of non-Terra-type planets, and why should anybody bother going to any of them? Any planet that wasn’t oxygen-atmosphere, six to eight thousand miles in diameter, and within a narrow surface-temperature range, wasn’t worth wasting time on. But a planet like that, if one had the survival equipment, would make a wonderful hideout.

“What sort of a captain is this Teodor Vaghn?” he asked.

“A good one,” Harkaman said promptly. “He has a nasty streak⁠—sadistic⁠—but he knows his business and he has a good ship and a well-trained crew. You think he and Dunnan have teamed up?”

“Don’t you? I think, now that he has a base, Dunnan is getting a fleet together.”

“He’ll know we’re after him by now,” Vann Larch said. “And he knows where we are, and that puts him one up on us.”

XVI

So Andray Dunnan was haunting him again. Tiny bits of information came in⁠—Dunnan’s ship had been on Hoth, on Nergal, selling loot. Now he sold for gold or platinum, and bought little, usually arms and ammunition. Apparently his base, wherever it was, was fully self-sufficient. It was certain, too, that Dunnan knew he was being hunted. One Space Viking who had talked with him quoted him as saying: “I don’t want any trouble with Trask, and if he’s smart he won’t look for any with me.” This made him all the more positive that somewhere Dunnan was building strength for an attack on Tanith. He made it a rule that there should always be at least two ships in orbit off Tanith in addition to the Lamia, which was on permanent patrol, and he installed more missile-launching stations both on the moon and on the planet.

There were three ships bearing the Ward swords and atom-symbol, and a fourth building on Gram. Count Lionel of Newhaven was building one of his own, and three big freighters shuttled across the three thousand light-years between Tanith and Gram. Sesar Karvall, who had never recovered from his wounds, had died; Lady Lavina had turned the barony and the business over to her brother, Burt Sandrasan, and gone to live on Excalibur. The shipyard at Rivington was finished, and now they had built the landing-legs of Harkaman’s Corisande II, and were putting up the skeleton.

And they were trading with Amaterasu, now. Pedrosan Pedro had been overthrown and put to death by General Dagró Ector during the disorders following the looting of Eglonsby; the troops left behind in Stolgoland had mutinied and made common cause with their late enemies. The two nations were in an uneasy alliance, with several other nations combining against them, when the Nemesis and the Space Scourge returned and declared peace against the whole planet. There was no fighting; everybody knew what had happened to Stolgoland and Eglonsby. In the end, all the governments of Amaterasu joined in a loose agreement to get the mines reopened and resume production of gadolinium, and to share in the fissionables being imported in exchange.

It had been harder, and had taken a year longer, to do business with Beowulf. The Beowulfers had a single planetary government, and they were inclined to shoot first and negotiate afterward, a natural enough attitude in view of experiences of the past. However, they had enough old Federation-period textbooks still in microprint to know what could be done with gadolinium. They decided to write off the past as fair fight and no bad blood, and start over again.

It would be some years before either planet had hyperships of their own. In the meantime, both were good customers, and rapidly becoming good friends. A number of young Amaterasuans and Beowulfers had come to Tanith to study various technologies.

The Tanith locals were studying, too. In the first year, Trask had gathered the more intelligent boys of ten to twelve from each community and begun teaching them. In the past year, he had sent the most intelligent of them off to Gram to school. In