"The last time Rakkeed was in Konkrook, he was the guest of the Keegarkan Amba.s.sador," von Schlichten stated. "Intelligence got that from a spy we"d planted among the emba.s.sy servants."

"You sure this spy wasn"t just romancing?" Harrington asked. "You get so confounded many wild stories about Rakkeed. Three days after he was reported here at Konkrook, he was reported at Skilk, five thousand miles away, said to be having an audience with King Firkked."

"No mystery to that," von Schlichten said. "He travels on our ships, in disguise, coolie-cla.s.s, on the geek-deck."

"Be a good idea if he could be caught at it, some time," Blount said, making another move. "One of the lower-deck loading ports could be left unlocked, by carelessness, and he could blunder overboard at about five thousand feet." He watched Harrington make a deceptively pointless-looking move. "Sid, this d.a.m.n dog business worries me."

"Worries me, too. I"m fond of that mutt, and G.o.d only knows what sort of stuff he"s been getting to eat. And I hate to think of why those geeks stole him, too."

"Well, at risk of seeming heartless, I"m not so much worried for Stalin as I am about why Keeluk was hiding him, and why he was willing to murder the only two Terrans in Konkrook who trust him, to prevent our finding out that he had him."

"A Mr. Keeluk, a clergyman," von Schlichten quoted. He chain-lit another cigarette and stubbed out the old one. "Maybe the Rev. Keeluk wanted Stalin for sacramental purposes."

Blount looked up sharply. "Ritual killing?" he asked. "Or sympathetic magic?"

Von Schlichten shrugged. "Take your choice. Maybe Rakkeed wanted the dog, to kill before a congregation of his followers, killing us by proxy, or in effigy. Or maybe they think we worship Stalin, and getting control of him would give them power over us. I wish we knew a little more about Ulleran psychology."

That wasn"t the first time he"d made that wish. Even if s.e.x weren"t the paramount psychological factor the ancient Freudians believed, it was an extremely important one, and on Uller most of the fundamental terms of Terran psychology were meaningless. At the same time, the average Ulleran probably had complexes and neuroses that would have had Freud talking to himself, and they certainly indulged in practices that would have even stood Krafft-Ebing"s hair on end.

"One thing," Blount said. "It doesn"t take any Ulleran psychologist to know that about eighty percent of them hate us poisonously."

"Oh, rubbish!" Harrington blew the exclamation out around his pipe-stem with a gush of smoke. "A few fanatics hate us, and a few merchants who lost money when we replaced this primitive barter economy of theirs, but nine-tenths of them have benefited enormously from us, and continue to benefit...."

"And hate us more deeply with each new benefit," Blount added. "They resent everything we"ve done for them."

"Yes, this s.p.a.ceport proposition of King Orgzild of Keegark looks like it, now doesn"t it?" Harrington retorted. "He hates and resents us so much that he"s offered us a s.p.a.ceport at his city...."

"What"s it going to cost him?" Blount asked. "He furnishes the land--sequestered from the estate of some n.o.ble he executed for treason--and the labor--all forced. We furnish the structural steel, the machine-equipment, the engineering. We get a s.p.a.ceport we don"t really need, and he gets all the business it"ll bring to Keegark.

Considering the fact that Rakkeed is a welcome guest at his emba.s.sy here, and at the Royal Palace at Keegark, I"m beginning to wonder if he isn"t fomenting trouble for us here at Konkrook to make us willing to move our main base to his city."

He made a move. Instantly, Harrington slashed out from the middle of the board with one of his heavy-duty, all-purpose pieces and took a piece, then moved again.

"Now look whose king"s threatened!" he crowed.

"Yes, I see." Blount brought a piece clockwise around the board and took the threatening piece, then moved again. "I hope you see whose king"s threatened, now."

Harrington swore, reached out to move a piece, and then jerked his hand back as though the piece were radioactive. For a while, he sat puffing his pipe and staring at the board.

"In fact, Orgzild"s so sure that we"re going to accept his offer that he"s started building two new power-reactors, to handle the additional power-demand that"ll result from the increased business," Blount continued.

"Where"s he getting the plutonium?" von Schlichten asked.

"Where can he get it?" Harrington replied. "He just bought four tons of it from us, off the _City of Pretoria_."

"That"s a h.e.l.l of a lot of plutonium," Blount said. "I wonder if he mightn"t have some idea of what else plutonium can be used for, beside generating power."

"Oh, G.o.d, I hope not!" Harrington exclaimed. "You"re going to get me started seeing burglars under the bed, next...."

"Maybe there are burglars," Blount said, pointing with his cigarette-holder to Harrington"s threatened king. "Can"t you do something about that, Sid?" Then he turned to von Schlichten. "Before we get off the subject, how about those letters the Rev. Keeluk gave to the Quinton girl?"

"All addressed to Skilkans known to be Rakkeed disciples and rabidly anti-Terran," von Schlichten replied. "We radioed the list to Skilk; Colonel Cheng-Li, our intelligence man there, teleprinted us back a lot of material on them that looks like the Newgate Calendar. We turned the letters themselves over to Doc Petrie, the Ulleran philology sharp, who is a pretty fair crypta.n.a.lyst. He couldn"t find any indications of cipher, but there was a lot of gossip about Keeluk"s friends and parishioners which might have arbitrary code-meanings. I"m going to explain the situation to Miss Quinton, and advise her to have nothing to do with any of the people Keeluk gave her letters to."

Harrington had gotten his king temporarily out of danger, losing a piece doing it.

"Think she"ll listen to you?" he asked. "These Extraterrestrials"

Rights a.s.sociation people are a lot of blasted fanatics, themselves.

We"re a gang of b.l.o.o.d.y-handed, flint-hearted, imperialistic sons of b.i.t.c.hes in their book, and anything we say"s sure to be a Hitler-sized lie."

"Oh, they"re not as bad as all that. I never met the girl before today, but old Mohammed Ferriera"s a decent bloke. And their a.s.sociation"s really done a lot of good. For one thing, they put an end to the peonage system on Yggdrasill, and I know what conditions were like, there, before they did."

A calculating look came into Harrington"s eye. He puffed slowly at his pipe and slid a piece from the center toward the sector of the board nearest him. Blount whistled softly and made a quick re-arrangement.

"Carlos, did you say she told you she was going to Skilk, in the near future?" Harrington asked. "Well, look here; you"re going up that way, yourself, with that battalion of Kragans, on the _Aldebaran_. Why don"t you invite her to make the trip with you? You can be quite attractive to young ladies, when you try, and she"ll be grateful for that rescue this afternoon, which is always a good foundation. Maybe you can plant a couple of ideas where they"ll do the most good. She"s only been here for three months--since the _Canberra_ got in from Niflheim. You know and I know and we all know that there are a lot of things up there at the polar mines that would look like h.e.l.l to anybody who didn"t understand local conditions...."

"Well, Miss Quinton"s company won"t be any particularly heavy cross for me to bear," von Schlichten replied. "I won"t guarantee anything, of course...."

The intercom-speaker on the table whistled several times. Harrington swore, laid down his pipe, and got up, brushing ashes from the front of his coat. He flipped a switch and spoke into the box.

"Governor," a voice replied out of it, "there"s a geek procession just landed from a water-barge in front, and is coming up the roadway to Company House. A platoon of Jaikark"s Household Guards, with rifles; the Spear of State; a royal litter; about thirty geek n.o.bles, on foot; a gift-litter; another platoon of riflemen, if you say the last syllable quick enough."

"That"ll be Gurgurk, coming to tell us how unhappy his Sodden and Inebriated Geekship is about that fracas on Seventy-second Street,"

Harrington said. "The gift-litter will contain the customary indemnity, at the current market quotation. Have Gurgurk and party admitted, all but the rifle-platoons; give him an honor guard of our Kragans, and keep his own gun-toters outside. Take them to the Reception Hall, and hold them there till I signal from the Audience Hall, and then herd them in."

He came back and made a move. Immediately, Blount took one of his pieces, moved again, took another, and made the third move to which he was ent.i.tled.

"I"ll mate you in four moves," he predicted. "Want to play it out, before we go down?"

"Sure; what"s time to a geek? Gurgurk"d think we were worried about something if we didn"t keep him waiting.... Good Lord! You do have me over a barrel, Eric!"

III.

Four-and-Twenty Geek Heads

Governor-General Sidney Harrington sat on the comfortably upholstered bench on the dais of the Audience Hall, flanked by von Schlichten and Eric Blount. He didn"t look particularly regal, even on that high seat--with his ruddy outdoorsman"s face and his ragged gray mustache and his old tweed coat spotted with pipe-ashes, he might have been any of the dozen-odd country-gentleman neighbors of von Schlichten"s boyhood in the Argentine. But then, to a Terran, any of the kings of Uller would have looked like a freak birth in a lizard-house at a zoo; it was hard to guess what impression Harrington would make on an Ulleran.

He took the false palate and tongue-clicker, officially designated as an "enunciator, Ulleran" and, colloquially, as a geek-speaker, out of his coat pocket and shoved it into his mouth. Von Schlichten and Blount put in theirs, and Harrington pressed the floor-b.u.t.ton with his toe. After a brief interval, the wide doors at the other end of the hall slid open, and the Konkrookan notables, attended by a dozen Company native-officers and a guard of Kragan Rifles, entered. The honor-guard advanced in two columns; between them marched an unclad and heavily armed native carrying an ornate spear with a three-foot blade upright in front of him with all four hands. It was the Konkrookan Spear of State; it represented the proxy-presence of King Jaikark. Behind it stalked Gurgurk, the Konkrookan equivalent of Prime Minister or Grand Vizier; he wore a gold helmet and a thing like a string-vest made of gold wire, and carried a long sword with a two-hand grip, a pair of Terran automatics built for a hand with six four-knuckled fingers, and a pair of matched daggers. He was considerably past the Ulleran prime of life--seventy or eighty, to judge from the worn appearance of his opal teeth, the color of his skin, and the predominantly reddish tint of his quartz-speckles. An immature Ulleran would be a very light gray, white under the arms, and his quartz-specks would run from white to pale yellow. The retinue of n.o.bles behind Gurgurk ran through the whole spectrum, from a princeling who was almost oyster-gray to old Ghroghrank, the Keegarkan Amba.s.sador, who was even blacker and more red-speckled than Gurgurk.

All of them carried about as much ironmongery as the Prime Minister--the pistols were all Terran, and the swords and daggers were mostly made either on Terra or at the Terran-operated steel-works on Volund.

Four slaves brought up the rear carrying an ornately inlaid box on poles. When the spear-bearer reached the exact middle of the hall, he halted and grounded his regalia-weapon with a thump. Gurgurk came up and halted a couple of paces behind and to the left of the spear, and all the other n.o.bles drew up in two curved lines some ten paces to the rear, with considerable pushing and jostling and a _sotto voce_ argument, with overtones of weapon-fingering, about precedence. All, that is, but Ghroghrank and another n.o.ble, who came up and planted themselves beside Gurgurk. Von Schlichten regarded the a.s.semblage sourly through his monocle. Maybe Sid Harrington _did_ look regal, after all.

The Governor-General rose slowly and descended from the dais, advancing to within ten paces of the Spear, von Schlichten and Blount accompanying him. Out of the corner of his eye, von Schlichten watched a couple of Kragan mercenaries with fifty-shot machine-rifles move un.o.btrusively to positions from whence they could, if necessary, spray the visitors with bullets without endangering the Terrans.

"Welcome, Gurgurk," Harrington gibbered through his false palate. "The Company is honored by this visit."