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Reith looked back toward the Gla.s.s Cage. "You don't think they'll seek you in Sivishe?"
"They are unpredictable. But I'm as safe in Sivishe as anywhere else. I can't go back to the Ancient Realm. They won't seek me at the shed unless Woudiver betrays the project."
"Woudiver must be controlled," said Reith.
Anacho only grunted. They set off once more, through the mean alleys of Sivishe.
The sun pa.s.sed behind the spires of Hei and dimness seeped into the already shadowed streets. Reith and Anacho rode by public powerwagon to the shed. Woudiver's office was dark; within the shed dim lights glimmered. The mechanics had gone home; there seemed to be no one on the premises ... In the shadows a figure moved. "Traz!" cried Reith.
The lad came forward. "I knew that you would come here, if you won free."
Neither the nomads nor the Dirdirmen were given to demonstration; Anacho and Traz merely took note of each other.
"Best that we leave this place," said Traz. "And quickly."
"I said to Anacho, I say to you: take the sky-car and go. There is no reason for you to risk another day in Sivishe."
"And what about you?""I must take my chances here."
"The chances are very small, what with Woudiver and his vindictiveness."
"I will control Woudiver."
"An impossibility!" Anacho cried out. "Who can control such perversity, so much monstrous pa.s.sion? He is beyond reason."
Reith nodded somberly. "There is only one certain way, and it may be difficult."
"How do you intend this miracle?" Anacho demanded.
"I intend simply to take him at gunpoint, and bring him here. If he will not come, I will kill him. If he comes, he will be my captive, under constant guard. I can think of nothing better."
Anacho grunted. "I would not object to guarding Big Yellow."
"The time to act is now," said Traz. "Before he knows of the escape."
"For you two, no!" Reith declared. "If I get killed ... too bad but unavoidable. It is a risk I have to take. Not so for you. Take the skycar and money, leave now while you are able!"
"I remain," said Traz.
"And I as well," said Anacho.
Reith made a gesture of defeat. "Let's go after Woudiver."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
THE THREE STOOD in the dark court outside Woudiver's apartments, judging how best to open the postern. "We don't dare force the lock,"
muttered Anacho. "Woudiver undoubtedly guards himself with alarms and death-traps."
"We'll have to go over the top," said Reith. "It shouldn't be too hard to reach the roof." He studied the wall, the cracked tile, a twisted old psilla.
"Nothing to it." He pointed. "Up there, across to there-then there and over."
Anacho shook his head gloomily. "I'm surprised to find you still so innocent. Why do you think the route appears so simple! Because Woudiver is convinced no one can climb? You'd find strings, traps and jangle-b.u.t.tons every place you put your hand."
Reith chewed his lip in mortification. "Well, then, how do you propose we get in?"
"Not through here," said Anacho. "We must defeat Woudiver's craft with cleverness of our own."
Traz made a sudden motion, and drew the other two back into the deep shadows of an area-way.
Along the alley came a shuffle of footsteps. A tall thin shape limped past them and went to stand by the postern. Traz whispered: "Deine Zarre! He's in a bitter state."
Deine Zarre stood motionless; he brought forth a tool and worked on the lock. The postern swung open; he walked through, his pace inexorable as doom. Reith sprang forward and held the gate ajar. Deine Zarre limped on unseeing. Traz and Anacho pa.s.sed through the postern; Reith let the gate rest against the lock. They now stood in a paved loggia, with a dimly lit pa.s.sage leading to the main bulk of the house. "For the moment," said Reith, "you two wait here; let me confront Woudiver alone."
"You'll be in great danger," said Anacho. "It's obvious that you came for no good!"
"Not necessarily!" said Reith. "He will be suspicious, certainly. But he can't know that I've seen you. If he sees the three of us he'll be on his guard.
Alone, I have a better chance of outwitting him."
"Very well," said Anacho. "We'll wait here, for a certain period, at any rate. Then we'll come in after you."
"Give me fifteen minutes." Reith set off down the pa.s.sage, which opened into a courtyard. Across, in front of a bra.s.sbound door, stood Deine Zarre,plying his tool. Light suddenly flooded the courtyard. Deine Zarre had apparently tripped an alarm.
Into the courtyard stepped Artilo. "Zarre," he said.
Deine Zarre turned about.
"What do you do here?" Artilo asked in a gentle voice.
"It is no concern of yours," said Deine Zarre tonelessly. "Leave me be."
With an uncharacteristic flourish, Artilo brought forth a power-gun. "I have been so ordered. Prepare to die."
Reith stepped quickly forward, but the motion of Deine Zarre's eyes gave warning to Artilo; he started to look about. With two long strides, Reith was on him. He struck a terrible blow at the base of Artilo's skull, and Artilo collapsed dead. Reith took up the power-gun, rolled Artilo to the side. Deine Zarre was already turning away, as if the circ.u.mstances held no interest.
Reith said, "Wait!"
Deine Zarre turned around once more. Reith came forward. Deine Zarre's gray eyes were astonis.h.i.+ngly clear. Reith asked, "Why are you here?"
"To kill Woudiver. He has savaged my children." Deine Zarre's voice was calm and expository. "They are dead, both dead, and gone from this sad world Tschai."
Reith's voice sounded m.u.f.fled and distant to his own ears.
"Woudiver must be destroyed ... but not until the s.h.i.+p is complete."
"He will never let you complete the s.h.i.+p."
"That is why I am here."
"What can you do?" Deine Zarre spoke contemptuously.
"I intend to take him captive, and keep him until the s.h.i.+p is finished.
Then you may kill him."
"Very well," said Deine Zarre in a dull voice. "Why not? I will make him suffer."
"As you please. You go ahead, I will come close behind, as before. When we find Woudiver, upbraid him, but offer no violence. We don't want to drive him to desperate action."
Deine Zarre turned without a word. He worked open the door, to reveal a room furnished in scarlet and yellow. Deine Zarre entered, and after a quick look over his shoulder Reith followed. A dwarfish, dark-skinned servant in an enormous white turban stood startled.
"Where is Aila Woudiver?" asked Deine Zarre in his most gentle voice.
The servant became haughty. "He is importantly busy. He has great dealings. He cannot be disturbed."
Seizing the servant by the scruff of the neck Reith half raised him off the ground, dislodging the turban. The servant keened in pain and woundeddignity. "What are you doing? Take your hands away or I will summon my master!"
"Precisely what we want you to do," said Reith.
The servant stood back, rubbing his neck and glaring at Reith. "Leave the house at once!"
"Take us to Woudiver, if you want to avoid trouble!"
The servant began to whine. "I may not do so. He'll have me whipped!"
"Look yonder in the courtyard," said Deine Zarre. "You'll see Artilo's dead body. Do you wish to join him?"
The servant began to shake and fell on his knees. Reith hoisted him erect. "Quick now! To Woudiver!"
"You must tell him I was forced, on threat of my life!" cried the servant with chattering teeth. "Then you must swear-"
The portiere at the far end of the room parted. The great face of Aila Woudiver peered through. "What is this disturbance?"
Reith pushed the servant away. "Your man refused to summon you."
Woudiver examined him with the cleverest and most suspicious gaze imaginable. "For good reason, I am occupied with important affairs."
"None so important as mine," said Reith.
"A moment," said Woudiver. He turned, spoke a word or two to his visitors, swaggered back into the scarlet and yellow salon. "You have the money?"
"Yes, of course. Would I be here otherwise?"
For another long moment Woudiver surveyed Reith. "Where is the money?"
"In a safe place."
Woudiver chewed at his pendulous lower lip. "Do not use that tone with me. To be candid, I suspect you of contriving an infamy, that which today allowed the escape of numerous criminals from the Gla.s.s Box."
Reith chuckled. "Tell me, if you please, how I could be two places at once?"
"If you were in a single place, that is enough to d.a.m.n you. A man corresponding to your description lowered himself to the field only an hour before the event. He would not have done so had he not been sure of escape. It is noteworthy that the renegade Dirdirman seemed to be among those missing."
Deine Zarre spoke: "The battarache came from your store; you will be held responsible if I should utter a word."
Woudiver seemed to notice Deine Zarre for the first time. In simulated surprise he spoke. "What do you do here, old man? Better be off about your business."
"I came to kill you," said Deine Zarre. "Reith asked that I wait.""Come along, Woudiver," said Reith. "The game is over." He displayed his weapon. "Quickly, or I'll burn some of your hide."
Woudiver looked from one to the other without apparent concern. "Do the mice bare their teeth?"
Reith, from long experience, knew enough to expect wrangling, obstinacy, and generally perverse behavior. In a resigned voice he said, "Come along, Woudiver."
Woudiver smiled. "Two ridiculous little sub-men." He raised his voice a trifle. "Artilo!"
"Artilo is dead," said Deine Zarre. He looked right and left in something like puzzlement. Woudiver watched him blandly. "You seek something?"
Deine Zarre, ignoring Woudiver, muttered to Reith, "He is too easy, even for Woudiver. Take care."
Reith said in a sharp voice, "On the count of five, I'll burn you."
"First, a question," said Woudiver. "Where do we go?"
Reith ignored him. "One ... two..."
Woudiver sighed hugely. "You fail to amuse me."
"... three..."
"Somehow I must protect myself ..."
"... four ..."
". . . so much is clear." Woudiver backed against the wall. The velvet canopy instantly slumped on Reith and Deine Zarre.
Reith fired the gun but the folds struck down his arm, and the ray scarred only the black and white tiles of the floor.
Woudiver's chuckle sounded m.u.f.fled but rich and unctuous. The floor vibrated to his ominous tread. A vast weight suffocated Reith; Woudiver had flung himself down upon his body. Reith lay halfdazed. Woudiver's voice sounded close. "So the jackanapes thought to trouble Aila Woudiver?
See how he is now!" The weight lifted. "And Deine Zarre, who courteously refrained from a.s.sa.s.sination. Well then, farewell, Deine Zarre. I am more decisive."