The Five Gold Bands (2 page)

Paddy nodded with deep comprehension. “I see, I see. And suppose I refuse to serve as the mouthpiece, then what?”

“They put you through the nerve-suit once or twice, and generally you are eager for any chance at a quick death.”

“Ah, the ugly creatures,” groaned Paddy. “A man’s will is no longer his own in these sad times.”

The Shaul rose to his feet, picked up the dishes with fingers long and slender as pencils. He left the hold and a few moments later returned.

“Now, Earther, I must instruct you in the proper ceremonial. Certain of the Sons are insistent on decorum. Luckily —since we arrive at the rendezvous tomorrow—there is little to learn.”

The Shaul awoke Paddy the next day with his breakfast, a razor, a mist-bulb, fresh linen, a pair of thicksoled sandals. Paddy hefted the last questioningly.

“You’ll be walking on rock,” the Shaul explained.

Paddy shaved, stripped, cleansed himself with the spray from the mistbulb, stepped into fresh garments. He stretched his arms, felt his face.

“Now, my skinheaded friend, you’ve treated me well or else, just to show my contempt for the whole proceedings, I’d begin to wipe up the hold with you.”

The Shaul said, “There’s a Kudthu guard within call if I needed one. Probably I would not.”

“We have a difference of opinion,” said Paddy. “Well then, a friendly little bout to decide the issue. One throw, catch-as-catch-can, just for the spot of it, with no eye-gouging, no skin or hair pulling, I’ve shaved my whiskers and shed my dirt and I’m a new man.”

“As you wish,” said the Shaul with a grin that showed pointed teeth of gray metal.

Paddy advanced, laid a hand on the Shaul’s arm. The Shaul slid away like a greased eel, clasped with corded arms, twisted. Paddy’s legs sagged under an unfamiliar leverage. He resisted an instant, then gave, flung himself headlong, gathered his feet below him, heaved and the Shaul tumbled to the deck. Paddy was on him, had his back to the floor. Eye to eye they stared, Paddy’s gray-yellow eyes, the Shaul’s bright orbs.

The Paddy jumped up and the Shaul arose, half-sullenly.

“Ah, we’re still men on Earth!” crowed Paddy. “You skinheads can do the square-roots, I’ll grant you, but for the good side-man in a rough-and-tumble give me one from green old Mother Earth!”

The Shaul gathered up the old clothing, the breakfast dishes, turned to look at Paddy. “Amazing,” he said. “An amazing race, you Earthers.” He departed, the door closed behind him.

Paddy frowned, bit his lip. “Now just how did he mean that?”

An hour later the Shaul returned, beckoned. “This way, Earther.”

Paddy shrugged, obeyed, Behind him a silent Kudthu fell in, ambled along at his heels.

There was excitement aboard the ship. Paddy sensed it from the vibration of skin flaps of the various Shauls in the passages, the staccato bursts of conversation, the nervous flickering of long fingers. Peering through a porthole he saw black space and far off a spatter of stars.

About a mile distant hung a great ship with a gray and blue medallion, the ship of the Koton Son. Outside, close against the hull a small clear-domed boat came gliding, coasted to the entrance plug. The Kudthu pushed at the back of Paddy’s head. “Forward, Earther.”

Paddy turned, growled. The Kudthu took a step forward, loomed over him. Paddy moved to keep from being trampled.

At the entrance deck a row of Shauls stood with skin flaps distended, rigid as sails, eyes gleaming like tiny light bulbs.

The Kudthu clamped a great hand on Paddy’s shoulder. “Stand back. Silence. Be reverent. The Shaul Son of Langtry.”

The stillness reminded Paddy of the thick silence of a church during prayer. Then there came a rustle of cloth. An old Shaul with a withered cowl strode down the corridor. He wore a tunic of white cloth, a cuirass enamelled with the scarlet-and-black medallion of Shaul. Looking neither right nor left he stepped through the port out into the crystal-domed boat. The port snapped shut with the suck of escaping air. The boat departed in a flicker of glass and metal. Twenty minutes passed without sound or movement. Paddy fidgeted, stretched, scratched his head.

A hiss, a scrape—and the port opened again. The Kudthu pushed Paddy. “Enter.”

Paddy, given no choice, found himself in the space-car, which was piloted by a Shaul in a black uniform. Two Kudthu guards followed him into the boat. The port was closed, the boat drifted off into the black gulf, away from the bright heavy side of the ship.

Now’s the time,” thought Paddy. “Knock out the two guards, throttle the pilot.” He hunched forward, knotted the muscles of his back for a spring. Two great gray hands folded down his shoulders, clamping him on the seat. Paddy, turning his head, saw the blue satin puffballs, which were the eyes of the Kudthu guard, regarding him with suspicion. Paddy relaxed, looked off through the crystal dome.

He saw the Shaul ship a mile distant, then slightly farther out the Badau ship, with a blue and green medallion amidships—at various distances three other hulls. Dead ahead lay a tiny asteroid, lit along one surface by a high circle of luminous tube.

The boat landed on the asteroid, the port opened. Paddy, expecting the boat’s air to rush out into airless space, tensed, gasped, made a warning gesture. Nothing of the sort occurred. There seemed to be an equal pressure of air outside.

The Kudthu thrust him out. He found himself walking to normal gravity though the asteroid, a rock the shape of a man’s foot, was hardly two hundred feet across its longest diameter. A gravity unit must be operating, surmised Paddy— somewhere on the underside of the rock.

Below the circle of bright tubing a floor of polished granite flags had been laid with a pattern of baroque pentagons inlaid in gold surrounding a large central star of bright red coral or cinnabar. Five heavy chairs faced inward toward a circular cockpit three feet in diameter, a foot deep.

The Shaul pilot said to Paddy, “Come.” The Kudthu guards shoved. He set out angrily after the Shaul, followed him up onto the brightly lit circular platform and to the central cockpit.

“Step down.”

Paddy hesitated, gingerly looking into the opening. The Kudthu pushed him—willy-nilly he stepped down. The Shaul stooped, there came the rattle of chain, a clank and a band encircled Paddy’s ankle.

The Shaul said in a hurried voice, “You occupy a very exalted position. See that you bear yourself with respect. When one of the Sons speaks repeat his words in the appropriate language to each of the other Sons—in clockwise order away from the speaker.

“Suppose the Shaul Son who sits in the chair yonder speaks, repeat his first words in Loristanese to the Son there”—he pointed—“then in Koton to the Son from Koto, then in Badaic to the Badau Son and in Pherasic to the Son from Alpheratz A. Do you understand?”

“Very well,” said Paddy. “That much of it. What I wish to know is, after I complete my services, what then?”

The Shaul turned half away. “Never mind about that. I can assure you of unpleasantness if you conduct yourself improperly. We Shauls do not torture but the Eagles and the Kotons have no scruples whatever.”

“None at all indeed,” said Paddy with conviction. “I went to Montras on Koto to a public torturing and the blood-letting quite turned me against the devils. There’s a city of hell, that Montras.”

“Conduct yourself well, then,” the Shaul told him. “They are more than ordinarily irascible, these five Sons. Speak loudly, correctly and mind you, clockwise from the speaker, so there will be the most complete equality of place.”

He sprang away from Paddy, ran to the boat and the Kudthu guards lumbered after him.

Alone on the tiny world Paddy searched the sky to see what had occasioned the haste. The five ships, about two miles distant, had drifted together into a roughly parallel formation with their keels toward Paddy.

It was a rather solemn sensation, alone and manacled to
this
bit of nameless rock, exposed like a victim on an altar. Paddy bent to examine his bonds. From the band clamped about his ankle a chain led to a staple in the stone. He tested it, heaving till the skin of his hands tore and his stomach muscles knotted, to no effect.

He stood erect once more, studied his surroundings. There was no bar within reach he might use as a lever, no fragment of rock to pound with. He was completely alone, unless someone were stationed on the far side of the little space-island. Craning his neck, he saw a concrete casement and a flight of steps leading down into the rock. Toward the gravity unit, thought Paddy, and maybe an air generator.

He heard a swish, a drone, He looked up to see a shining space-boat settling almost at his head. It touched the surface, the dome swung back. The five Sons of Langtry stepped out. Silently in a formal line they advanced to the platform, the gaunt Eagle of Alpheratz A at one end, then the butter-colored Loristanese with the flickering features, the Shaul with the mottled cowl, the saucer-eyed Koton and last the stocky Badau with the short legs and hump-head.

Paddy watched them approaching with hands on hips and a curled lip. He shook his head. “And to think their grandsires were all decent Earthers such as me. See ’em now, like the menagerie in Kensington Gardens.”

From the rear of the boat came two others, giant Kudthus. By their purple skins Paddy knew them for the desexed nearly mindless creatures produced by surgery and forced feeding. Huge muscular creatures they were with tumescent red wattles like cocks.

They had been lobotomized to centralize their concentration and they moved like creatures in a hypnotic state. They took up posts at opposite ends of the asteroid, where they stood gigantic, quiet, blue puffball eyes fixed on Paddy.

The Sons of Langtry separated, took their seats. The Loristanese glanced at Paddy.

“An Earther this year,” he observed cheerfully. “Occasionally they’re good linguists. They and the Shauls make the best, I believe. But there are few Shaul criminals. I wonder what this rascal’s done.”

Paddy cocked his head, squinted balefully. Then deciding that his duties had begun, he bowed to the Koton, repeated the words in the Koton tongue, did likewise for the Badau, the Eagle and the Shaul. In the final sentence however at the word “rascal” he substituted the Koton word
zhaktum
, equivalent to “reckless fellow”—the Badaic
luad
, meaning “well-appointed knight” in the Robin Hood tradition—the Pherasic
a-kao-up,
meaning “swift flyer”; the Shaul
condosiir
, derived from the old Tuscan
condottiere
.

Then he waited solemnly, politely, for further words. The Loristanese brushed him with a swift glance and a muscle quivered on the yellow jowl but he made no comment.

The Alpheratz Eagle spoke. “There is little to concern us at this meeting. I have observed no noticeable fluctuation in trade volumes, and I see no need for military expansion. Last year’s quotas should serve us well.”

Paddy translated around the circle. There was a general attitude of agreement.

The Badau said, “I have several petitions to be considered. First from Canopus Four—they want four drives for the purpose of transporting supplies and produce to and from one of their moons which they are using as a cattle range.”

The Shaul said, “I have a similar petition. My agents report that of their allotted sixteen drives they have destroyed five, presumably through experimentation in their laboratories attempting to discover the manifolding process. I speak against the request.”

After a few further remarks the petition was denied.

The Badau said, “The second is from a private individual, a non-anthropoid of the Neonomian type. He proposes to circumnavigate space. His plan is to seal himself in a ship, set forth and continue as far and as fast as possible until either he returns or dies.”

The petition was granted as being an interesting experiment and not likely to disturb the trade balances.

The Badau looked back to his notes. “Third a petition from Earth. The natives request a hundred more units.”

“A
hundred!
” barked the Koton.

The Shaul leaned back in his chair, grinned. “They have retreated slightly from their previous position. If I recall, for the last fifty years they have demanded unlimited access to the production.”

“Slowly they are acquiring a sense of the realities,” rumbled the Badau.

The Loristanese said, “There has been only a small rise in the index. I believe one of their units was destroyed in a wreck. Four or five units have deteriorated to the point of uselessness. If we replace those particular units I see little reason for further concessions.”

Paddy licked his lips, translated to the Koton: “A small rise in the trade index has occurred. One of their units was destroyed in a wreck, five units have become useless. After replacing these units I see some slight reason for further concessions.”

The Koton squared in his seat, turned his saucer eyes at Paddy. Paddy sucked in his breath. “Careful, lad,” he told himself. “You’re not dealing with the ignorant guards now.” He turned to the Badau, aware of the Koton’s cool stare.

“There has been only a slight rise in the trade index,” said Paddy in Badaic. “They wrecked one unit, four others have deteriorated. If we replace these I see no reason for further concessions.” And Paddy relaxed as the Koton turned his saucer eyes elsewhere. “A cold clammy feeling it gives a man,” thought Paddy. “And they’re the ones that invented the nerve-suit, the big-eyed devils.”

He finished the round of translations carefully. After a slight pause the votes came in against the Earth petition.

Three other petitions were voted upon. Then the five sat in a rather lengthy silence, ruminatively eyeing Paddy. Bathed in the full flood of soft white light he felt naked and exposed. “Here I am,” he muttered disgustedly, “Paddy Blackthorn, late of Skibbereen, County Cork, like a cod on a block. It’s the smallest slab of rock in the universe I’m tied to with five unlikely creatures all fixing on the best way to serve up my corpse.”

He looked up into the sky. The five ships hung parallel a few miles distant. “It’s now time that the Holy Lord was reaching out to look after his own and I’ve been a good candle-burning Irishman my long life through.”

The Shaul said, “Is there any suggestion as to new security regulations?”

The Eagle replied slowly, “A large voice on my planet favors wider dissemination of the secrets, or at least a public repository on each planet known to a responsible group. The Argument, as always, assumes that a catastrophe wipes out the five of us simultaneously, whereupon the technique of manifolding space-drive would be lost.”

The Koton said, “And as always the counter-argument is that five minds for one secret is already four more than necessary. A public repository could be looted by a sudden raid. Members of a committee could be kidnaped. Soon there would no longer be a secret. Space would be as full of ships as the Bathcani Sea is of redworms.”