"See you in the next reincarnation, brothers," he told them, walking toward the gun-room door, where Verkan Vall, Dalla and Dirzed stood.

"I"m joining you people. You had two a.s.sa.s.sins when the parley began, you"ll have two when the shooting starts."

Verkan Vall looked at Dirzed in some surprise. Hadron Dalla"s a.s.sa.s.sin nodded.

"He"s ent.i.tled to do that, Lord Virzal; the a.s.sa.s.sins" code provides for such changes of allegiance."

"Welcome, Sarnax," Verkan Vall said, hooking fingers with him. "I hope we"ll all be together when this is over."

"We will be," Sarnax a.s.sured him cheerfully. "Discarnate. We won"t get out of this in the body, Lord Virzal."

A submachine-gun hammered from above, the bullets lashing the fountain pool; the water actually steamed, so great was their velocity.

"All right!" a voice called down. "a.s.sa.s.sins" Truce is over!"

Another burst of automatic fire smashed out the lights at the bottom of the ascent tube. Dirzed and Dalla struggled across the room, pushing a heavy steel cabinet between them; Verkan Vall, who was holding Olirzon"s submachine-gun, moved aside to allow them to drop it on edge in the open doorway, then wedged the door half-shut against it. Sarnax came over, bringing rifles, hunting pistols, and ammunition.

"What"s the situation, up there?" Verkan Vall asked him. "What force have they, and why did they turn against us?"

"Lord Virzal!" Dirzed objected, scandalized. "You have no right to ask Sarnax to betray confidences!"

Sarnax spat against the door. "In the face of Jirzyn of Starpha!" he said. "And in the face of his _zortan_ mother, and of his father, whoever he was! Dirzed, do not talk foolishly; one does not speak of betraying betrayers." He turned to Verkan Vall. "They have three menservants of the family of Starpha; your a.s.sa.s.sin, Olirzon, discarnated the other three. There is one of Prince Jirzyn"s poor relations, named Girzad. There are three other men, Volitionalist precinct workers, who came with Girzad, and four a.s.sa.s.sins, the three who were here, and one who came with Girzad. Eleven, against the three of us."

"The four of us, Sarnax," Dalla corrected. She had buckled on a hunting pistol, and had a light deer rifle under her arm.

Something moved at the bottom of the descent tube. Verkan Vall gave it a short burst, though it was probably only a dummy, dropped to draw fire.

"The four of us, Lady Dallona," Sarnax agreed. "As to your other a.s.sa.s.sin, the one who stayed in the airboat, I don"t know how he fared. You see, about twenty minutes ago, this Girzad arrived in an airboat, with an a.s.sa.s.sin and these three Volitionalist workers.

Erarno and I were at the top of the dome when he came in. He told us that he had orders from Prince Jirzyn to discarnate the Lady Dallona and Dirzed at once. Tarnod, the gamekeeper"--Sarnax spat ceremoniously against the door again--"told him you were here, and that Marnik was one of your men. He was going to shoot Marnik at once, but Erarno and I and his a.s.sa.s.sin stopped him. We warned Marnik about the change in the situation, according to the code, expecting Marnik to go down here and join you. Instead, he lifted the airboat, zoomed over Girzad"s boat, and let go a rocket blast, setting Girzad"s boat on fire. Well, that was a hostile act, so we all fired after him. We must have hit something, because the boat went down, trailing smoke, about ten miles away. Girzad got another airboat out of the hangar and he and his a.s.sa.s.sin started after your man. About that time, your a.s.sa.s.sin, Olirzon--happy reincarnation to him--came up, and the Starpha servants fired at him, and he fired back and discarnated two of them, and then jumped down the descent tube. One of the servants jumped after him; I found his body at the bottom when I came down to warn you formally.

You know what happened after that."

"But why did Prince Jirzyn order our discarnation?" Dalla wanted to know. "Was it to blame the Statisticalists with it?"

Sarnax, about to answer, broke off suddenly and began firing at the opening of the ascent tube with a hunting pistol.

"I got him," he said, in a pleased tone. "That was Erarno; he was always playing tricks with the tubes, climbing down against negative gravity and up against positive gravity. His body will float up to the top--Why, Lady Dallona, that was only part of it. You didn"t hear about the big scandal, on the newscast, then?"

"We didn"t have it on. What scandal?"

Sarnax laughed. "Oh, the very father and family-head of all scandals!

You ought to know about it, because you started it; that"s why Prince Jirzyn wants you out of the body--You devised a process by which people could give themselves memory-recalls of previous reincarnations, didn"t you? And distributed apparatus to do it with?

And gave one set to young Tarnov, the son of Lord Tirzov of Fastor?"

Dalla nodded. Sarnax continued:

"Well, last evening, Tarnox of Fastor used his recall outfit, and what do you think? It seems that thirty years ago, in his last reincarnation, he was Jirzid of Starpha, Jirzyn"s older brother.

Jirzid was betrothed to the Lady Annitra of Zabna. Well, his younger brother was carrying on a clandestine affair with the Lady Annitra, and he also wanted the t.i.tle of Prince and family-head of Starpha. So he bribed this fellow Tarnod, whom I had the pleasure of discarnating, and who was an underservant here at the hunting lodge. Between them, they shot Jirzid during a boar hunt. An accident, of course. So Jirzyn married the Lady Annitra, and when old Prince Jarnid, his father, discarnated a year later, he succeeded to the t.i.tle. And immediately, Tarnod was made head gamekeeper here."

"What did I tell you, Lord Virzal? I knew that son of a _zortan_ had something on Jirzyn of Starpha!" Dirzed exclaimed. "A nice family, this of Starpha!"

"Well, that"s not the end of it," Sarnax continued. "This morning, Tarnov of Fastor, late Jirzid of Starpha, went before the High Court of Estates and entered suit to change his name to Jirzid of Starpha and laid claim to the t.i.tle of Starpha family-head. The case has just been entered, so there"s been no hearing, but there"s the blazes of an argument among all the n.o.bles about it--some are claiming that the individuality doesn"t change from one reincarnation to the next, and others claiming that property and t.i.tles should pa.s.s along the line of physical descent, no matter what individuality has reincarnated into what body. They"re the ones who want the Lady Dallona discarnated and her discoveries suppressed. And there"s talk about revising the entire system of estate-ownership and estate-inheritance. Oh, it"s an utter obscenity of a business!"

"This," Verkan Vall told Dalla, "is something we will not emphasize when we get home." That was as close as he dared come to it, but she caught his meaning. The working of major changes in out-time social structures was not viewed with approval by the Paratime Commission on the First Level. "_If_ we get home," he added. Then an idea occurred to him.

"Dirzed, Sarnax; this place must have been used by the leaders of the Volitionalists for top-level conferences. Is there a secret pa.s.sage anywhere?"

Sarnax shook his head. "Not from here. There is one, on the floor above, but they control it. And even if there were one down here, they would be guarding the outlet."

"That"s what I was counting on. I"d hoped to simulate an escape that way, and then make a rush up the regular tubes." Verkan Vall shrugged.

"I suppose Marnik"s our only chance. I hope he got away safely."

"He was going for help? I was surprised that an a.s.sa.s.sin would desert his client; I should have thought of that," Sarnax said. "Well, even if he got down carnate, and if Girzad didn"t catch him, he"d still be afoot ten miles from the nearest city unit. That gives us a little chance--about one in a thousand."

"Is there any way they can get at us, except by those tubes?" Dalla asked.

"They could cut a hole in the floor, or burn one through," Sarnax replied. "They have plenty of thermite. They could detonate a charge of explosives over our heads, or clear out of the dome and drop one down the well. They could use lethal gas or radiodust, but their a.s.sa.s.sins wouldn"t permit such illegal methods. Or they could shoot sleep-gas down at us, and then come down and cut our throats at their leisure."

"We"ll have to get out of this room, then," Verkan Vall decided. "They know we"ve barricaded ourselves in here; this is where they"ll attack. So we"ll patrol the perimeter of the well; we"ll be out of danger from above if we keep close to the wall. And we"ll inspect all the rooms on this floor for evidence of cutting through from above."

Sarnax nodded. "That"s sense, Lord Virzal. How about the lifter tubes?"

"We"ll have to barricade them. Sarnax, you and Dirzed know the layout of this place better than the Lady Dallona or I; suppose you two check the rooms, while we cover the tubes and the well," Verkan Vall directed. "Come on, now."

They pushed the door wide-open and went out past the cabinet. Hugging the wall, they began a slow circuit of the well, Verkan Vall in the lead with the submachine-gun, then Sarnax and Dirzed, the former with a heavy boar-rifle and the latter with a hunting pistol in each hand, and Hadron Dalla brought up in the rear with her rifle. It was she who noticed a movement along the rim of the balcony above and snapped a shot at it; there was a crash above, and a shower of gla.s.s and plastic and metal fragments rattled on the pavement of the court. Somebody had been trying to lower a scanner or a visiplate-pickup, or something of the sort; the exact nature of the instrument was not evident from the wreckage Dalla"s bullet had made of it.

The rooms Dirzed and Sarnax entered were all quiet; n.o.body seemed to be attempting to cut through the ceiling, fifteen feet above. They dragged furniture from a couple of rooms, blocking the openings of the lifter tubes, and continued around the well until they had reached the gun room again.

Dirzed suggested that they move some of the weapons and ammunition stored there to Prince Jirzyn"s private apartment, halfway around to the lifter tubes, so that another place of refuge would be stocked with munitions in event of their being driven from the gun room.

Leaving him on guard outside, Verkan Vall, Dalla and Sarnax entered the gun room and began gathering weapons and boxes of ammunition.

Dalla finished packing her game bag with the recorded data and notes of her experiments. Verkan Vall selected four more of the heavy hunting pistols, more accurate than his shoulder-holster weapon or the dead Olirzon"s belt arm, and capable of either full or semi-automatic fire. Sarnax chose a couple more boar rifles. Dalla slung her bag of recorded notes, and another bag of ammunition, and secured another deer rifle. They carried this acc.u.mulation of munitions to the private apartments of Prince Jirzyn, dumping everything in the middle of the drawing room, except the bag of notes, from which Dalla refused to separate herself.

"Maybe we"d better put some stuff over in one of the rooms on the other side of the well," Dirzed suggested. "They haven"t really begun to come after us; when they do, we"ll probably be attacked from two or three directions at once."

They returned to the gun room, casting anxious glances at the edge of the balcony above and at the barricade they had erected across the openings to the lifter tubes. Verkan Vall was not satisfied with this last; it looked to him as though they had provided a breastwork for somebody to fire on them from, more than anything else.

He was about to step around the cabinet which partially blocked the gun-room door when he glanced up, and saw a six-foot circle on the ceiling turning slowly brown. There was a smell of scorched plastic.

He grabbed Sarnax by the arm and pointed.

"Thermite," the a.s.sa.s.sin whispered. "The ceiling"s got six inches of s.p.a.ceship-insulation between it and the floor above; it"ll take them a few minutes to burn through it." He stooped and pushed on the barricade, shoving it into the room. "Keep back; they"ll probably drop a grenade or so through, first, before they jump down. If we"re quick, we can get a couple of them."

Dirzed and Sarnax crouched, one at either side of the door, with weapons ready. Verkan Vall and Dalla had been ordered, rather peremptorily, to stay behind them; in a place of danger, an a.s.sa.s.sin was obliged to shield his client. Verkan Vall, unable to see what was going on inside the room, kept his eyes and his gun muzzle on the barricade across the openings to the lifter tubes, the erection of which he was now regretting as a major tactical error.

Inside the gun room, there was a sudden crash, as the circle of thermite burned through and a section of ceiling dropped out and hit the floor. Instantly, Dirzed flung himself back against Verkan Vall, and there was a tremendous explosion inside, followed by another and another. A second or so pa.s.sed, then Dirzed, leaning around the corner of the door, began firing rapidly into the room. From the other side of the door, Sarnax began blazing away with his rifle. Verkan Vall kept his position, covering the lifter tubes.

Suddenly, from behind the barricade, a blue-white gun flash leaped into being, and a pistol banged. He sprayed the opening between a couch and a section of bookcase from whence it had come, releasing his trigger as the gun rose with the recoil, squeezing and releasing and squeezing again. Then he jumped to his feet.