He glanced at the guards. "Hang him." He paused. "Now."

As he was led away, the commander watched the other men. There was approval in their eyes, but there was something else there, too--a wariness, a concealed fear.

The condemned man turned suddenly and began shouting at the commander, but before he could utter more than three syllables, a fist smashed him down. The guards dragged him off.

"All right, men," said the commander carefully, "let"s search the village. There might be more gold about; I have a hunch that this isn"t all he hid. Let"s see if we can find the rest of it." He sensed the relief of tension as he spoke.

The commander was right. It was amazing how much gold one man had been able to stash away.

IX

They couldn"t stay long in any one village; they didn"t have the time to sit and relax any more than was necessary. Once they had reached the northern marches of the native empire, it was to the commander"s advantage to keep his men moving. He didn"t know for sure how good or how rapid communications were among the various native provinces, but he had to a.s.sume that they were top notch, allowing for the limitations of a barbaric society.

The worst trouble they ran into on their way was not caused by the native warriors, but by disease.

The route to the south was spotted by great strips of sandy barrenness, torn by winds that swept the grains of sand into the troopers" eyes and crept into the c.h.i.n.ks of their armor. Underfoot, the sand made a treacherous pathway; carriers and men alike found it heavy going.

The heat from the sun was intense; the brilliant beams from the primary seemed to penetrate through the men"s armor and through the insulation underneath, and made the marching even harder.

Even so, in spite of the discomfort, the men were making good time until the disease struck. And that stopped them in their tracks.

What the disease was or how it was spread is unknown and unknowable at this late date. Virus or bacterium, amoeba or fungus--whatever it was, it struck.

Symptoms: La.s.situde, weariness, weakness, and pain.

Signs: Great, ulcerous, wartlike, blood-filled blisters that grew rapidly over the body.

A man might go to sleep at night feeling reasonably tired, but not ill, and wake up in the morning to find himself unable to rise, his muscles too weak to lift him from his bed.

If the blisters broke, or were lanced, it was almost impossible to stop the bleeding, and many died, not from the toxic effect of the disease itself, but from simple loss of blood.

But, like many epidemics, the thing had a fairly short life span. After two weeks, it had burned itself out. Most of those who got it recovered, and a few were evidently immune.

Eighteen men remained behind in shallow graves.

The rest went on.

X

No man is perfect. Even with four decades of training behind him, Commander Frank couldn"t call the turn every time. After the first few villages, there were no further battles. The natives, having seen what the invaders could do, simply showed up missing when the commander and his men arrived. The villages were empty by the time the column reached the outskirts.

Frater Vincent, the agent of the Universal a.s.sembly, complained in no uncertain terms about this state of affairs.

"As you know, commander," he said frowningly one morning, "it"s no use trying to indoctrinate a people we can"t contact. And you can"t subject a people by force of arms alone; the power of the Truth--"

"I know, Frater," the commander interposed quickly. "But we can"t deal with these savages in the hinterlands. When we get a little farther into this barbarian empire, we can take the necessary steps to--"

"The Truth," Frater Vincent interrupted somewhat testily, "is for all men. It works, regardless of the state of civilization of the society."

The commander looked out of the unglazed window of the native hut in which he had established his temporary headquarters, in one of the many villages he had taken--or, rather, walked into without a fight because it was empty. "But you"ll admit, Frater, that it takes longer with savages."

"True," said Frater Vincent.

"We simply haven"t the time. We"ve got to keep on the move. And, besides, we haven"t even been able to contact any of the natives for quite a while; they get out of our way. And we have taken a few prisoners--" His voice was apologetic, but there was a trace of irritation in it. He didn"t want to offend Frater Vincent, of course, but dammit, the a.s.semblyman didn"t understand military tactics at all.

Or, he corrected himself hastily, at least only slightly.

"Yes," admitted Frater Vincent, "and I"ve had considerable success with the prisoners. But, remember--we"re not here just to indoctrinate a few occasional prisoners, but to change the entire moral and philosophical viewpoint of an entire race."

"I realize that, Frater," the commander admitted. He turned from the window and faced the a.s.semblyman. "We"re getting close to the Great Bay now. That"s where our ship landed on the second probing expedition. I expect we"ll be more welcome there than we have been, out here in the countryside. We"ll take it easy, and I think you"ll have a chance to work with the natives on a ma.s.s basis."

The Frater smiled. "Excellent, commander. I ... uh ... want you to understand that I"m not trying to tell you your business; you run this campaign as you see fit. But don"t lose sight of the ultimate goal of life."

"I won"t. How could I? It"s just that my methods are not, perhaps, as refined as yours."

Frater Vincent nodded, still smiling. "True. You are a great deal more direct. And--in your own way--just as effective. After all, the a.s.sembly could not function without the military, but there were armies long before the Universal a.s.sembly came into being."

The commander smiled back. "Not any armies like this, Frater."

Frater Vincent nodded. The understanding between the two men--at least on that point--was tacit and mutual. He traced a symbol in the air and left the commander to his thoughts.

Mentally, the commander went through the symbol-patterns that he had learned as a child--the symbol-patterns that brought him into direct contact with the Ultimate Power, the Power that controlled not only the spinning of atoms and the whirling of electrons in their orbits, but the workings of probability itself.

Once indoctrinated into the teachings of the Universal a.s.sembly, any man could tap that Power to a greater or lesser degree, depending on his mental control and ethical att.i.tude. At the top level, a first-cla.s.s adept could utilize that Power for telepathy, psychokinesis, levitation, teleportation, and other powers that the commander only vaguely understood.

He, himself, had no such depth of mind, such iron control over his will, and he knew he"d never have it. But he could and did tap that Power to the extent that his physical body was under near-perfect control at all times, and not even the fear of death could shake his determination to win or his great courage.

He turned again to the window and looked at the alien sky. There was a great deal yet to be done.

The commander needed information--needed it badly. He had to know what the government of the alien empire was doing. Had they been warned of his arrival? Surely they must have, and yet they had taken no steps to impede his progress.

For this purpose, he decided to set up headquarters on an island just offsh.o.r.e in the Great Bay. It was a protected position, easily defended from a.s.sault, and the natives, he knew from his previous visit, were friendly.

They even helped him to get his men and equipment and the carriers across on huge rafts.

From that point, he began collecting the information he needed to invade the central domains of the Greatest n.o.ble himself. It seemed an ideal spot--not only protection-wise, but because this was the spot he had originally picked for the landing of the ship. The vessel, which had returned to the base for reinforcements and extra supplies, would be aiming for the Great Bay area when she came back. And there was little likelihood that atmospheric disturbances would throw her off course again; Captain Bartholomew was too good a man to be fooled twice.

But landing on that island was the first--and only--mistake the commander made during the campaign. The rumors of internal bickerings among the Great n.o.bles of the barbarian empire were not the only rumors he heard. News of more local treachery came to his ears through the agency of natives, now loyal to the commander, who had been indoctrinated into the philosophy of the a.s.sembly.

A group of native chieftains had decided that the invading Earthmen were too dangerous to be allowed to remain on their island, in spite of the fact that the invaders had done them no harm. There were, after all, whisperings from the north, whence the invaders had come, that the armored beings with the terrible weapons had used their power more than once during their march to the south. The chieftains were determined to rid their island of the potential menace.