Beyond The Barrier Part 15

"Yes."

"Why didn't you speak of it?"

"No one gave me an opportunity."

The man's lips quirked in a half-smile. "Where is that robot?" he asked, turning.

The box drifted up to him; Naismith recognized the red and green arabesques. "Yes, sir?"

"Is this the man who told you Uglies had killed Prell?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you see it happen?"

"No, sir."

"Did the automatics fire, or did the alarm sound?"

"No, sir. That man said they were out of order, sir."

"Were they?"

"No, sir."

The hawk-faced man turned to Naismith again. "That seems conclusive. Have you anything else to say?"

"Kill him!" screamed the woman again. "Kill him! Kill him!"

"What about the Zug, Highborn?" ventured the pink man.

"The Zug, I don't care about the Zug ..."

"But who will kill it, if we kill the Shefth?"

"Get another one," she muttered. "Don't bother me with these details, I've told you a million times, I don't want to be bothered, can't you understand that, I only want to be left alone-"

"One moment," said Hawknose. He gestured toward the nearest of the machines. Blackness flapped suddenly toward Naismith.For a heart-freezing instant, he thought the gun had fired; then he realized he had been enclosed by another of the dark globes. Through it he could hear their voices, but could not make out the words.

Time dragged unendurably. Then, suddenly, the little group broke up; the dark globe vanished.

"Well, that's settled," said Hawknose agreeably. "You're to have a reprieve, Shefth. We're going to let you kill a Zug- here, on this side of the Barrier. If you do, well and good. If not-" He shrugged, turned to the gnome beside him.

"Give him some equipment and get the gate ready," he said. "A few of you go along and watch-you, you and you.

Anyone else want to go? All right, four vehicles, then. See to it."

As he turned away, there was a babble of voices around Naismith. The gnome had darted away and disappeared; other bright forms were cl.u.s.tering nearer. Naismith caught sight of Liss-Yani, and of a smooth-limbed, athletic man who might have been her brother. Two gorgeous fat men in candy stripes of violet and pink drifted up, chattering excitedly to each other.

With a look of sullen hostility, the gnome reappeared carry- ing a small bundle of equipment. "This way."

As the group followed him, he edged closer to Naismith and muttered, "You animal, you're going to be clawed up and eaten alive inside half an hour. I'll be watching, and I'll laugh!"

Naismith felt chilled. The holiday mood of the people around him, their laughter and bright faces, suggested that they were about to enjoy some amusing spectacle. Clawed up and eaten alive . . . Would that amuse them? A cold fury came to drive back his fear. Somehow, somehow, he would cheat them of that pleasure.

Darting ahead, the gnome checked at one of the mirror disks. He touched it briefly. The disk cleared: they were look- ing into a tiny, blue-walled room, on the far wall of which glimmered another silvery disk.

"Go ahead, get in," said the gnome impatiently.

Naismith entered the chamber slowly, glancing around him.

The gnome handed him a clutter of harness and equipment.

"Put these on."

Naismith examined the objects. There was a pistol-like weapon in a holster, a helmet with a curious forward-jutting spike, and a complex webwork of plastic straps with metal insets.

"Here, let me show you," said the man who resembled Liss- Yani, coming forward. "Rab-Yani is my name. You may call me Rab." He took the harness from Naismith's hands, deftlylooped it around his torso, arms and legs.

"What's this for-to protect me from the Zug?" Naismith demanded.

Rab-Yani gave him an odd look. "It gives some momentary protection," he said. "Nothing short of a force-field will protect you against a Zug, however. What this does princ.i.p.ally is to seal off wounds and prevent shock. In that way, you can go on fighting for another few seconds before you lose consciousness."

Naismith watched grimly as the Entertainer pa.s.sed the holster strap around his chest. The projecting gun-b.u.t.t looked familiar; he grasped it, drew it half out of the holster.

Yes, it was the same-the ma.s.sive, powerful grip and barrel.

"That's your flamer," said Rab-Yani. "It projects a spear of intense flame which cut through even a Zug's hide, if you are close enough. It is good for three shots before it becomes too hot to hold."

Naismith thought this over in silence. Behind him, the excited voices continued; then the sound faded, and suddenly a ghostly blue bubble floated past him; in it were the two fat men, staring back at him with onion eyes. The bubble pa.s.sed through the wall ahead and disappeared.

"Now the helmet," said Rab-Yani, fitting it onto Naismith's head. "This contact goes here, on your cheekbone. Clench your jaw."

Naismith did so, and at once a faintly s.h.i.+mmering disk appeared, hanging in front of his face from the spike of the helmet.

"That's for illusions," Rab-Yani said. "The Zug may appear in some confusing shape, but look through that, and you will be able to see its real aspect."

Naismith relaxed his jaw; the disk winked out.

"Well, we're ready," the Entertainer said. Two more ghostly bubbles floated past. In one of them crouched the gnome, who gave Naismith a malevolent glance before he disappeared.

Turning, Naismith saw Rab join Liss-Yani: he floated close to her, she touched the controls of the machine she held, and a blue shadow-sphere formed around them.

The bubble floated nearer: Rab-Yani gestured toward the gateway in the wall ahead, and Naismith saw that it was now open, revealing blue-violet depths.

Feeling very much alone, he took a deep breath and floated through.

The gigantic, deserted corridors of the Old City had a dream- like familiarity to Naismith: again and again he recognizedplaces he had encountered before, in his dreams and in the machine memory the aliens had given him: but they were all changed, empty, shadowed. Here was a great concourse, on whose elaborate, fluted central stem Naismith remembered see- ing a colorful crowd perched, fluttering, coming and going like a flock of tropical birds: now it was an echoing vault.

Later, they drifted along the tops of hundreds of ranked cylindrical sh.e.l.ls, each twenty feet wide, in whose purple depths vague, indecipherable shapes could be glimpsed. "The Shefthi growth cells," Rab commented, drifting close to his bubble.

"You came out of one of those ... do you remember?"

Naismith shook his head. Part of his mind was aware of the blue bubbles, with their chattering occupants, drifting insub- stantially around, behind, above him. Another part was listen- ing to what Rab-Yani said. The rest was fiercely alert for danger.

"What about you-did you come out of one of those, too?"

he asked abstractedly.

Floating beside Rab in the bubble, Liss-Yani laughed. "No -then he would have been a Shefth! The gravity in those cells is set at one and seven tenths Earth normal. He would have too many muscles!" She put her arm around Rab with casual affection.

The gnome's bubble darted suddenly forward, disappeared through the solid wall.

"And you abandoned all this, just to get away from the Zugs?" Naismith asked. "Why?"

"When they mutated, they became very strong and very intelligent. The Old City is full of tunnels and pa.s.sages, too many ever to flush them all out. That's why you Shefthi were created. We never needed a warrior caste before-not for thousands of years."

"If they're so intelligent, why not deal with them?"

Rab gave him a surprised look. "The Zugs are predatory upon man," he said slowly. "They eat our flesh, and plant their eggs in our bodies. There are men at this moment, hidden away down here, paralysed, while Zug larvae grow inside them.

Yes, we could deal with the Zugs, but only on their terms.

Do you think you would like that, Shefth?"

Naismith said stubbornly, "But why try to kill them with weapons like this?" He touched the gun at his chest. "You could be safe inside one of those bubbles, shooting them down with force-rods. They wouldn't have a chance."

Rab exchanged glances with the girl beside him, then looked around. The other bubbles had spread out; neither was within earshot.

"Listen to me, Shefth," he said in a low voice. "Are you reallyas ignorant of the Zugs as you pretend?"

"I don't remember anything about them," Naismith said flatly.

"Then you are probably doomed, because Pendell has gone ahead to find one, and it will not be hard. You must realize this: these creatures are the fiercest man-killers in the history of the universe: but they are not mindless animals. If we hunt them with superior weapons, they stay in hiding. That is why you have no armor that will protect you for more than an instant, and no gun more powerful than that one. If you were trained, there would be one chance in two of success; as it is, you will have only a few seconds to kill the Zug before it kills you. It is incredibly fast and agile. It-"

He broke off suddenly as the gnome's bubble reappeared ahead. The expression on the little man's face was one of malicious triumph.

"Quickly," said Liss-Yani in an urgent voice.

"You must hold your fire until it is almost upon you," Rab finished tensely. "It will dodge your first flame and come at you from a different direction. Your only chance is to antici- pate that direction, and-"

A scattered chorus of shouts broke out from the bubbles behind them. Tense, hand on his gun, Naismith stared around.

What he saw was nothing more frightening than a small bald man in white robes, who had just entered the corridor from a narrow opening ahead. His pale blue eyes stared across at Naismith without expression; then he turned and was gone.

"Now the Zug will certainly come," Rab muttered. "That was a scout."

"A man?" Naismith asked incredulously. "There are human beings serving them?"

"I told you," Rab began, then stopped abruptly. From the opening ahead, something else had emerged into view.

Naismith's hand slapped his chest instinctively, came up with the cool metal of the gun, even as his mind registered the incongruity of what he was seeing. The thing that was now hurtling toward him with incredible speed, winged, glittering, was no Zug-it was an angel.

Naismith had an impression of blazing eyes, a manlike face of inhuman beauty, powerful arms outstretched.

In that frozen moment, he was aware of the pa.s.sengers in the bubbles, all facing around, bright-eyed, intent, like spectators at a boxing match. He saw the gnome's bubble begin to move.

Then his jaws clenched, and the view-disk sprang into being in front of his face. The angel disappeared; in its place was a many-legged monster, red-eyed, clawed and hideous."Zug!" shouted the voices around him. Then the beast was upon him.

Naismith fired. A spear of flame shot out of the pistol, blue- bright, twenty feet long. The monster wheeled in mid-air, seemed to vanish.

Naismith whirled desperately, knowing as he brought his gun around that he had no chance. He saw the gnome hanging close behind him in his blue bubble, almost close enough to touch.

There was no time for conscious thought: he simply knew.

The gun fired in his hand: the lance of flame shot out, straight through the gnome's insubstantial body.

A wailing chorus went up. The gnome, unharmed, whirled to look behind him. Then he began to howl with fury.

Drifting in the air, its huge body still writhing, armored tail las.h.i.+ng, the Zug lay with its ma.s.sive head cut half from its body, and a trail of violet-red blood streaming from the wound.

The spectators in their bubbles began to close in, shouting with excitement. Rab and Liss-Yani were hugging each other.

Naismith felt himself begin to tremble. It was over; he was still alive.

"How did you do it?" How did you ever do it?" shouted one of the candy-striped fat men, edging nearer, cheeks s.h.i.+ning with pleasure.

"Pendell was too close," Naismith said with an effort. "He came up behind me, knowing the Zug would use him for cover." He took a deep breath, and smiled at the gnome.

"Thank you," he said.

Pendell flinched as if he had been struck; his face writhed.

As laughter burst out around him, he turned and darted away.

The view-disk in front of Naismith's helmet had winked out again. Curious, he turned to look at the Zug: and where the monster had been a moment before, an angel lay slain.

The pale head, half severed, was n.o.ble and beautiful; the eyes stared blindly. The great limbs tensed spasmodically; the sharp tail curled up and then was still.

Chapter Fifteen.

Naismith was dreaming. Part of his mind knew that his body was afloat, curled up in mid-air in the green-walled cubicle; another part was drifting through dream images, memories, distorted and menacing-the pale Zug, more horrible than in life, with fangs and gleaming eyes, looming toward him, while he hung paralysed, unable to reach for the gun . . .