Classic Audiobook Collection - The Pirates of Ersatz by Murray Leinster ~ Full Audiobook [scifi]

Episode Date: March 6, 2026

The Pirates of Ersatz by Murray Leinster audiobook. Genre: scifi Bron Hoddan was born on Zan, a backwater world notorious for the one profession its people secretly practice: space piracy. Bron wants out. Armed with a self-taught genius for electronics and a fierce determination to become respectable, he runs to Walden, the most polished planet in the region, dreaming of a steady career, real wealth, and a future with the sweet, sensible Nedda. But Walden's comfort hides a deadly fear of change, and when Bron proves his brilliance with an invention that could upend the planet's tidy economy, the reaction is panic, cover-ups, and an accusation far worse than theft: that he has created a weapon no one can be allowed to possess. Forced into flight, Bron falls among hard edged feudal warriors, prickly nobles like the Lady Fani, and chieftains who understand power in ways Walden has forgotten. To survive, he does the one thing he swore he would never do again: he becomes a pirate - not for bloodlust, but as a calculated tool. As rumors spread of pirate fleets and impossible technology, Bron must balance engineering, bluff, and moral compromise while deciding what kind of man he will be when the whole galaxy insists on labeling him a menace. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:33:08) Chapter 02 (01:09:24) Chapter 03 (01:48:32) Chapter 04 (02:27:55) Chapter 05 (02:58:46) Chapter 06 (03:28:43) Chapter 07 (04:04:40) Chapter 08 (04:31:01) Chapter 09 (04:59:09) Chapter 10 (05:26:27) Chapter 11 (05:46:46) Chapter 12 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

The Pirates of Her Sats by Murray Leinster Chapter 1 It was not mere impulsive action when Ron Haudan started for the planet Walden by stowing away on a ship that had come to his native planet to hang all his relatives. He'd planned it long before. It was a long, cherished, and carefully worked out scheme. He didn't expect the hanging of his relatives, of course. He knew that they'd act grieved and innocent, and give proof that they were simple. people leading blameless lives. They'd make their would-be executioners feel ashamed and apologetic for having thought evil of them, and as soon as the strangers left they'd

returned to their normal way of life, which was piracy. But while this was going on, Bronhodan stood away on the menacing vessel. Presently, he arrived at its home world, but his ambition was to reach Walden, so he set about getting there. It took a long time long time because he had to earn ship passage from one solar system to another, but he held to his idea. Walden was the most civilized planet in that part of the galaxy. On Walden, Hodon intended, in order, A, to achieve splendid things as an electronic engineer, B, to grow satisfactorily rich, C, to marry delightful girl, and D. end his life as a great. great man. But he had to spend two years trying to arrange even the first. On the night before

the police broke in the door of his room, though, accomplishment seemed imminent. He went to bed and slept soundly. He was calmly sure that his ambitions were about to be realized. At practically any instance, his brilliance would be discovered and he'd be well to do. His friend Derek would admire him, and even Neda would probably decide to marry him right away. way. She was the delightful girl. Such prospects made for good sleeping. And Walden was a fine world to be sleeping on.

Outside the capital city, its spaceport received shipments of luxuries and raw materials from halfway across the galaxy. Its landing grid reared skyward and tapped the planet's ionosphere for power, with which to hoist ships to clear space and pluck down others from emptiness. There was commerce and manufacturer and wealth and culture, and Walden modestly admitted that its standard of living was the highest in the Nirmie cluster. Its citizens had no reason to worry about anything but a supply of tranquilizers to enable them to stand the boredom of their lives.

Even Hodan was satisfied at the moment. On his native planet there wasn't even a landing grid. The few battered, cobbled ships the inhabitants owned had to take off precariously on rockets. They came back blackened and sometimes more battered still, and sometimes they were accompanied by great hulls whose crews and passengers were mysteriously missing. These extra ships had to be landed on their emergency rockets, and of course couldn't take off again, but they always vanished quickly just the same. and the people of Zan, on which Hodan had been born, always affected innocent indignation

when embattled other spacecraft came and furiously demanded that they be produced. There were some people who said that all the inhabitants of Zan were space pirates and ought to be hung, and compared with such a planet, Walden seemed a very fine place indeed. So on a certain night, Ron Hodon went confidently to bed and slept soundly until three hours after sunrise. Then the police broke in his door. They made a tremendous crash in doing it, but they were in great haste. The noise waked Haudan, and he blinked his eyes open.

Before he could stir, four uniformed men grabbed him and dragged him out the door. They searched him frantically for anything like a weapon. Then they stood him against a wall with two stunned pistols on him, and the main body of cops began to tear his room apart, looking for something he could not guess. Then his friend Derek came hesitantly in the door and looked at him remorsefully. He wrung his hands. "'I had to do it, Bron,' he said agitatedly. "'I couldn't help doing it.'

Hodan blinked at him. He was dazed. He didn't become clearer when he saw that a cop had slid open his pillow and was sifting its contents through his fingers. Another cop was ripping the seams of his mattress to look inside. Somebody else was going carefully through a little pile of notes that Neda had written, squinting at them as if he were afraid of seeing something he wished he hadn't. "'What's happened?' asked Hodan blankly. "'What's this about?'

Derek said miserably, "'You killed someone, Bron. An innocent man. You didn't mean to, but you did, and it's terrible.' "'Me? Kill somebody? That's ridiculous,' protested Hodan. "'They found him outside the powerhouse,' Derek said bitterly. "'Outside the Mid-continent station that you—' "'Mid continent? Oh!'

Hodon was relieved. It was amazing how much he was relieved. He had an unbelieving fear for a moment that some moment that some of the moment. somebody might have found out he'd been born and raised on Zan, which would have ruined everything. It was almost impossible to imagine, but still it was a great relief to find out he was only suspected of murder he hadn't committed, and he was only suspected because his first great achievement as an electronic engineer had been discovered. They found the thing at Mid-Continent, huh?

But I didn't kill anybody. And there's no harm done. The thing's been running two weeks now. I was going to the power board in a couple of days. He addressed the police. I know what's up now, he said. Give me some clothes, and let's go get this straightened out. A cop waved a stun pistol at him.

One word out of line and pft. Don't talk, Bron, said Derek in panic. Just keep quiet. It's bad enough. Don't make it worse. A cop handed Hodon a garment. He put it on. He became aware that the cop was scared.

So was Derek. Everybody in the room was scared except himself. Odon found himself incredulous. People didn't act this way on a super-civilized, highest peak of culture, Walden. Who'd I kill? he demanded. And why? You wouldn't know him, Bron, said Derek mournfully. You didn't mean to do murder, but it's only luck that you kill him instead of everybody.

Everybody? Hodon stared. No more talk, snapped the nearest cop. His teeth were chattering. Keep quiet or else. Hodan shut up. He watched, dressing the while as his clothing was inspected and then handed to him, while the cops completed the examination of his room.

They were insanely thorough, though Hodon hadn't the least idea what they might be looking for. When they began to rip up the floor and pull down the walls, The other cops led him outside. There was a fleet of police trucks in the shaded street outdoors. They piled him in one, and four cops climbed after him, keeping stunt pistols trained on him during the maneuver. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Derek climbing into another truck.

The entire fleet sped away together. The whole affair had been taken with enormous seriousness by the police. Traffic was detoured from their route. When they swung up on an elevated expressway, with raised up trees on either side, there was no other vehicle in sight. They raced on downtown. They rolled off the expressway. They rolled down a cleared avenue. Hodan recognized the detention building.

Its gates swung wide. The truck he rode and went inside. The gate closed. The other trucks went away, rapidly. Houdan alighted and saw that the grim gray wall of the courtyard had a surprising number of guards mustered to sweep the open space with gunfire if anybody made a suspicious movement. He shook his head. Nobody had mentioned Zan, so this simply didn't make sense.

His conscience was wholly clear except about his native planet. This was insanity. He went curiously into the building and into the hearing room. His guards there surrendered him to courtroom guards and went away with almost hysterical haste. Nobody wanted to be near him. Hodan stared about. The courtroom was highly informal. The justice sat at an ordinary desk.

There were comfortable chairs. The air was clean. The atmosphere was that of a conference room in which reasonable men could discuss differences of opinion in calm leisure. Only on a world like Walden would have been a world like Walden would have been a conference room in a room. like Walden, would a prisoner brought in by police be dealt with in such surroundings? There it came in by another door, with a man Hodan recognized as the attorney who represented Neda's father in certain past interviews. There had been no mention of Neda as toying with the thought of marrying Hodon then, of course.

It had been strictly business. his father was chairman of the power board, a director of the Planetary Association of Manufacturers, a committee man of the Bankers League, and other important things. Hodan had been thrown out of his offices several times. He now scowled ungraciously at the lawyer who had ordered him thrown out. He saw Derek wringing his hands. An agitated man in court uniform came to his side. I'm the citizen's representative, he said uneasily.

I'm to look after your interests. Do you want a personal lawyer? Why? asked Hodan. He felt splendidly confident. The charges. Do you wish a psychiatric examination, claiming no responsibility? asked the representative anxiously. It might, it might really be best. I'm not crazy, said Hodan.

Though this looks like it. The citizen's representative spoke to the Justice. Sir, the accused waive's psychiatric examination, without prejudice to a later claim of no responsibility. Netta's father's attorney watched with bland eyes. Hodan said impatiently, Let's get started so this will make some sense. I know what I've done. What monstrous crime am I charged with?

The charge is against you, said the justice politely, are that on the night of three-twenty-seven last. You, Ron Hodon, entered the fenced-in ground surrounding the Mid-Continent Power Receptor Station. It is charged that you pass two no-admittent signs. You arrived at a door marked authorized personnel only. You broke the lock of that door. Inside, you smash the power receptor, taking broadcast power from the air. This power receptor converts broadcast power for industrial units by which two hundred

thousand men are employed. You smash the receptor, imperiling their employment. The Justice paused. Do you wish to challenge any of these charges as contrary to fact? The Citizens Representative said Hurley. You have the right to deny any of them, of course. Why should I? asked Hodan. I did them. But what's this about me killing somebody? Why'd they tear my place apart looking for something? Who'd I kill anyhow? Don't bring that up, pleaded the citizen's representative.

Please don't bring that up. You will be much, much better off if that is not mentioned. But I didn't kill anybody, insisted Hodon. Nobody said a word about it, said the citizens' representative, jittering. Let's not have it in the record. The record has to be published, he turned to the justice. Sir, the facts are conceded as stated. Then, the Justice said to a Hodon,

"'Do you choose to answer these charges at this time?' "'Why not?' asked Hodon, of course. "'Proceed,' said the Justice. "'Hodan drew a deep breath. He didn't understand why a man's death charged to him was not mentioned. He didn't like the scared way everybody looked at him. But about the burglary business,' he said confidently, What did I do in the power station before I smashed the receptor?

The Justice looked at Netta's father's attorney. Why? said that gentleman amidly. Speaking for the power board is complainant, before you smashed the standard receptor, you connected a device of your own design across the power leads. It was a receptor unit of an apparently original pattern. It appears to have been a very interesting. interesting device.

I had offered it to the power board, said Hodan with satisfaction, and I was thrown out. You had me thrown out. What did it do? It substituted for the receptor you smashed, said the attorney. It continued to supply some two hundred million kilowatts for the mid-continent industrial area. In fact, your crime was only discovered because the original receptor, naturally, had to be set to draw peak power at all times, with the unused power wasted by burning carbon.

Your device adjusted to the load and did not burn carbon. So when the attendants went to replace the supposedly burned carbon and found it unused, they discovered what you had done. "'It saved carbon, then,' said Hodan triumphantly. "'That means it saved money. I saved the powerboard plenty while it was connected.' They wouldn't believe I could. Now they know I did. The Justice said, Irrelevant, you have heard the charges.

In legal terms you are charged with burglary, trespass. Breaking and entering, unlawful entry, malicious mischief, breach of the peace, sabotage, and endangering the employment of citizens. Discuss the charges, please. I'm telling you, protested Hodan, I offered a thing to the power board. They said they were satisfied with what they had and wouldn't listen.

so i proved what they wouldn't listen to that receptor saved them ten thousand credits worth of carbon a week it'll save half a million credits a year in every power station that uses it if i know the power-board they're going right on using it while they arrest me for putting it to work the court-room in its entirety visibly shivered aren't they demanded hodon belligerently "'They are not,' said the Justice, tight-lipped. "'It has been smashed in its turn. "'It has even been melted down.' "'Then look at my patents,' insisted Hodan. "'It's stupid. "'The patent records,' said the Justice,

"'with unnecessary vehemence, have been destroyed. "'Your possessions have been searched for copies. "'Nobody will ever look at your drawings again. "'Not if they are wise.' "'What?' demanded Hodan, incredulously. What? I will amend the record of this hearing before it is published, said the Justice shakily.

I should not have made that comment. I asked permission of the citizen's representative to amend. Granted, said the representative before he had finished. The justice said quickly, the charges have been admitted by the defendant, since the complaint it does not wish punitive action taken against him. he'd be silly if he did grunted hold on and merely wish his security against repetition of the offence i rule that the defendant may be released upon posting suitable bond for good behaviour in the future that is he will be required to post bond which will be forfeited if he ever again enters a power station enclosure passes no trespassing signs ignores no admittance signs and oars smashes apparatus belonging to the complainant."

All right," said Hodan indignantly. I'll raise it somehow. If they're too stupid to save money, how much bond? The court will take it under advisement and will notify the defendant within the customary two hours," said the justice at top speed. He swallowed. The defendant will be kept in close confinement until the bond is posted. The hearing is ended.

He did not look at Hodan. court-room guards put stun pistols against hodon's body and ushered him out presently his friend derrick came to see him in the tool-steel cell in which he had been placed derrick looked white and stricken i'm in trouble cause i'm your friend brawn he said miserably but i asked permission to explain things to you after all i caused your arrest i urged you not to connect up to your receptor without permission i know growled hodon There are some people so stupid you have to show them everything. I didn't realize that there are people so stupid you can't show them anything. You showed something you didn't intend, said Derek miserably. Bron, I have to tell you, when they went to charge the carbon bins at the power station, they found a dead man, Bron.

Hodan set up. What's that? Your machine killed him. He was outside the building at the foot of a tree. your receptor killed him through a stone wall. It broke his bones and killed him, Bron. Derek wrung his hands. At some stage of power drain, your receptor makes death rays.

Odon had had a good many shocks today. When Derek arrived, he'd been incredulously comparing the treatment he'd received and the panic about him, with the charges made against him in court. They didn't add up. This new, previously undisclosed item left him speechless. He goggled at Derek. who fairly wept. "'Don't you see?' asked Derek, pleadingly.

"'That's why I had to tell the police it was you. "'We can't have death-rays. "'The police can't let anybody go free who knows how to make them. "'This is a wonderful world, "'but there are lots of crackpots. "'They'll do anything. "'The police dared let it even be suspected "'that death-race can be made.

"'That's why you weren't charged with murder. "'People all over the planet would start doing research, "'hoping to satisfy all the grudges "'by committing suicide for all the... enemies with themselves. For the sake of civilization, your secret had to be suppressed, and you with it. It's terrible for you, Bron, but there's nothing else to do. Rodon said dazedly, but I only have to put up the bond to be released. The justice, said Derek tearfully, didn't name it in court because it would have to be

published, but he set your bond at fifty million credits. Nobody could raise that for you, and with the reason for what it is you'll never be able to get reduced but anybody who looks at the plans of the receptor will know it can't make death rays protested hold on blankly nobody will look said derrick tearfully anybody who knows how to make it will have to be locked up they check the patent examiners they've forgotten nobody dared examine the vice you had working they'd be jailed if they understood it nobody will ever risk learning how to make death raised, not on a world as civilized as this. With so many people anxious to kill everybody else,

you have to be locked up forever, Bron. You have to. Hodon said inadequately. Oh. I beg you forgiveness for having you arrested, said Derek in abysmal sorrow. But I couldn't do anything but tell— Hodon stared at his cell wall. Derek went away weeping.

He was an admirable, honorable, not too bright young man who had been Hodon's only for. friend. Rodan stared blankly at nothing. As an event it was preposterous, and yet it was wholly natural. When in the course of human events somebody does something that puts somebody else to the trouble of adjusting the numb routine of his life, the adjustee is resentful. The richer he is, and the more satisfactory he considers his life, the more resentful

he is at any change, however minute. And of all the changes which offend people, changes which require them to think are most as light. The high brass and the powerboard considered that everything was moving smoothly. There was no need to consider new devices. Hodon's drawings and plans had simply never been bothered with, because there was no recognized need for them. And when he forced acknowledgment that his receptor worked, the unwelcome demonstration was

highly offensive in itself. It was natural. It was inevitable. It should have been infallibly certain that any possible excuse for not thinking about the receptor would be seized upon. and a single dead man found near the operating demonstrator. If one assumed that the demonstrator had killed him, why one could react emotionally, feel vast indignation,

frantically command that the device and its inventor be suppressed together and go on living happily without doing any thinking or making any other change in anything at all. Hodan was appalled. Now that it had happened, he could see that it had to. the world of walden was at the very peak of human culture it had arrived at so splendid a plane of civilization that nobody could imagine any improvement unless a better tranquilizer could be designed to make it more endurable nobody ever really wants anything he didn't think of for himself nobody can want anything he doesn't know exists or that he can't imagine to exist on walden nobody wanted anything unless it was relief from the tedium of ultra-civilized life. Hodon's electronic device did not fill a human need, only a technical one.

It had, therefore, no value that would make anybody hospitable to it. And Hodan would spend his life in jail for failing to recognize the fact. He revolted. Immediately. He wanted something. He wanted out. And because he was that kind of man, he put his mind to work devising something he wanted, and directly, without trying to get it by furnishing other people with what they turned

out not to want. He set about designing his escape. With his enforced change in viewpoint, he took the view that he must seem, at least, to give his captors and jailers and, as he saw it, his persecutors what they wanted. They would be pleased to have him dead, provided their conscience was clear. He built on it as a foundation. Very shortly before nightfall, he performed certain cryptic actions. He unraveled threads from his shirt and put them aside.

There would be a vision lens in the ceiling of his cell, and somebody would certainly notice what he did. He made a light. He put the threads in his mouth, set fire to his mattress and laid down calmly upon it. The mattress was of excellent quality. It would smell very badly as it smoldered. It did. Lying flat, he kicked convulsively for a few seconds.

He looked like somebody who had taken poison. Then he waited. It was a rather long time before his jailer came down the cell corridor, dragging a fire hose. Hodon had been correct in assuming that he was watched. His actions had been those of a man who anticipated a possible need to commit suicide. And who had poison in a part of his shirt for convenience. The jailer did not hurry, because if the inventor of a death ray committed suicide, everybody would feel better.

had been allowed a reasonable time in which to die. He seemed so impressively dead when the jailer opened his cell door, dragged him out, removed the so far unscourched other furniture, and set up the fire hose to make an aerosol fog which would put out the fire. He went back to the corridor to wait for the fire to be extinguished. Hodon crowned him with a stool, feeling an unexpected satisfaction in the act. The jailer collapsed. He did not carry keys. The The system was for him to be let out of this corridor by a guard outside. O'Don growled and took the fire hose. He turned its nozzle back to make a steam instead of a mist.

Water came out at four hundred pound pressure. He smashed open the corridor door with it. He strolled through and bowled over a startled guard with the same stream. He took the guard's stun pistol. He washed open another door leading to the courtyard. He marched out. down two guards who sighted him and took the trouble to flush them across the pavement until they wedged in a drain opening.

Then he thoughtfully reset the hose to fill the courtyard with fog, climbed into the driver's seat of the truck that had brought him here, and was probably the same one, and smashed through the gateway to the street outside. Behind him the courtyard filled with dense white mist. He was free, but only temporarily. him lay the capital city of Walden, the highest civilization in this part of the galaxy. Trees lined its ways. Towers rose splendidly towards the skies, with thousands of less ambitious structures in between. There were open squares and parkways and malls, and it did not

smell like a city at all. But he wasn't loose three minutes before the communicator and the truck squawked the all-police alarm for him. It was to be expected. All the city would shortly be one enormous man-trap, set to catch Bron Hodon. There was only one place on the planet, in fact, where he could be safe, and he wouldn't be safe there if he had been officially charged with murder. But since the police had tactfully failed to mention murder, he could get at least breathing time by taking refuge in the Interstellar Embassy. He headed for it, bowling along splendidly.

The police truck hummed on its way for half a mile, three-quarters. orders. The great open square before the embassy became visible. The embassy was not that of a single planet, of course. By pure necessity, every human inhabited world was independent of all others, but the interstellar diplomatic service represented humanity at large upon each individual globe. Its ambassador was the only person Haudan could even imagine as listening to him, and that because he came from off-planet, as Hodon did. But he mainly counted upon a breathing space in the embassy, during which to make more plans as yet unformed and unformable.

He began, though, to see some virtue in the simple, lawless, piratical world in which he had spent his childhood. Another police truck rushed frantically toward him down a side street. Stun pistols made little pinging noises against the body of his vehicle. He put on more speed, but the other truck overtook him. It ranged alongside its occupants waving stern-coving. commands to halt. And then, just before it swerved to force him off the highway, he swung instead and drove it into a tree. It crashed thunderously. One of his own wheels collapsed.

He drove on with a crumpled wheel producing an up-and-down motion that threatened to make him seasick. Then he heard yelling behind him. The cops had piled out of the truck and were in pursuit on foot. The tall, rough stone wall of the embassy was visible now. the monument to the first settlers of Walden. He leapt to the ground and ran. Stun pistol bolts, a little beyond their effective range, stung like fire. They spurred him on.

The gate of the embassy was closed. He bolted around the corner and swarmed up the conveniently rugged stones of the wall. He was well aloft before the cop spotted him. Then they fired at him industriously and the charges crackled all around him. But he'd reached the top and had both arms over the parapet before a charge. charge hit his legs and stunned them, paralyzing them. He hung fast, swearing at his bad luck. Then hands grasped his wrists. A white-haired man appeared on the other side of the parapet. He took a good, solid grip and heaved. He drew, Hodon, over the breast-high top of the

wall, and let him down to the walkway inside it. "'A near thing, that!' said the white-haired man pleasantly. "'I was taking a walk in the garden when I heard the excitement. i got to the wall-top just in time he paused and added i do hope you're not just a common murderer with the police after him we can't offer asylum to such only a breathing space and a chance to start running again but if you're a political offender hodon began to try to rub the sensation and usefulness back into his legs feeling came back and was not pleasant i am the interstellar ambassador said the white-haired man politely my name said Hodan bitterly, is Bron Hodon, and I'm framed for trying to save the powerboard some millions of credits a year. Then he said, more bitterly,

If you want to know, I ran away from Zan to try to be a civilized man and live a civilized life. It was a mistake. I'm to be permanently jailed for using my brains. The Ambassador Cactus had thoughtfully to one side. Zan, he said. The name Hodon fits today. that somehow. Oh, yes, space piracy. People say the people of Zan capture and loot a dozen ships or so a year.

Only there's no way to prove it on them. There's a man named Hodon who's supposed to head a particularly ruffingly gang. My grandfather, said Hodon defiantly. What are you going to do about it? I'm outlawed. I've defied the planetary government. I'm disreputable by descent, and worse of all, I've tried to use my brains. Deplorable! said the Ambassador Moules. I don't mean outlawry is deplorable, you understand, or defiance of the government, or being disreputable. But trying to use one's brains is bad business, a serious offense.

All your legs all right now? Then come on down with me, and I'll have you given some dinner and some fresh clothing and so on. Offhand, he said amiably, it would seem that using one's brains would be classed as a political offense, rather than a criminal one on Walden. Whoops, see. Hodon gaped up at him. You mean there's a possibility that, of course, said the ambassador in surprise.

You haven't phrased it that way, but you're actually a rebel, a revolutionist. You defy authority and tradition, governments, and such things. Naturally, the interstellar diplomatic service is inclined to be on your side. What do you think it's for? End of Chapter 1. RBC Training Ground has discovered potential in over 20,000 Canadian athletes and counting. Your story could be next.

If you've got the drive, they'll help you find your path to the Olympics. Let's see what you've got. Sign up for free at rbc trainingground.ca. Chapter 2 of The Pirates of Her Sats. This Leaprox recording is in the public domain. The Pirates of Her Sats by Murray Leinster, Chapter 2. In something under two hours, Hodan was ushered into the ambassador's office. He'd been refreshed, his torn clothing replaced by more respectable garments, and the places

where stun pistols had stung him soothed by ointments. But more important, he'd worked out and firmly adopted a new point of view. He'd been a misfit at Hall-Manzan because he was not contented with the humdrum and monotonous life of a member of a space pirate community. was a matter of dangerous take-offs and cranky rocket ships, to be followed by weeks or months of tedious and uncomfortable boredom and highly unhealthy rebreathed there. No voyage ever contained more than ten seconds of satisfactory action, and all space-fighting took place just out of the atmosphere of a possibly embattled planet, because you couldn't

intercept a ship at cruising speed between the stars. Regardless of the result of the fighting, one had to get away fast when it was over. lest overwhelming force swarm up from a nearby world. It was intolerably devoid of anything an ambitious young man could want. Even when one had made a good prize, with a lifeboat starting frantically for ground, and after one got back to Zan with a captured ship, even then there was little satisfaction in a piratical career. Zan had not a large population.

Piracy couldn't support a large number of people. Zan couldn't attempt to defend itself against even singly heavily armed ships that sometimes came in passionate resolve to avenge the disappearance of a rich freighter or a fast new liner. So the people of Zan, to avoid hanging, had to play innocent. They had to be convincingly simple, harmless folk who cultivated their fields and led quiet, blameless lives. They might loot, but they had to hide their booty where investigators could not find it.

They couldn't really benefit by it. They had to build their own houses and make their own garments and grow their own food, so life on Zan was dull. Piracy was not profitable in the sense that one could live well by it. It simply wasn't a trade for a man like Hodan. So he'd abandoned it. He'd studied electronics in books from looted passenger ship libraries. Within months after arrival on a law-abiding planet, he was able to earn a living in electronics

as an honest trade. And that was unsatisfactory. Law-abiding communities were no more thrilling or rewarding than piratical ones. A payday now and then didn't make up for the tedium of labor. Even when one had money there wasn't much to do with it. On Walden, to be sure, the level of civilization was so high that many people needed psychiatric treatment to stand it, and neurotics vastly outnumbered more normal folk.

And on Walden, electronics was only a trade like piracy, and no more fun. He should have known it would be this way. His grandfather had often discussed this frustration in human life. Us humans, it was his grandfather's habit to say, don't make sense. There's some of us that work so hard they get too tired to enjoy life. There's some that work so hard at enjoying it they don't get no fun out of it. And the rest of us spend our lives complaining they ain't no fun in. it anyhow. The man that overall has the best time of any is one that picks out something

he hasn't got a chance to do, and spends his life raising hell because he stopped from doing it. When—and here, Hodon's grandfather tended to be emphatic. He wouldn't think much of it if he could. What Hodan craved, of course, was a sense of achievement of doing things worth doing and doing them well. Technically, there were opportunities all around him. He developed one, and it would save millions of credits a year if it were adopted. But nobody wanted it. He tried to force its use.

He was in trouble, and now he could complain justly enough. But despite his grandfather, he was not the happiest man he knew. The ambassador received him with a cordial wave of the hand. "'Things move fast,' he said cheerfully. "'You weren't here half an hour before there was a police captain at the gate.' He explained that an excessively dangerous criminal had escaped jail and been seen to climb the embassy wall. He offered very generously to bring some men in and capture you and take you away, with my permission, of course. He was shocked when I declined.

"'I can understand that,' said Hodon. "'By the way,' said the ambassador, "'young man like yourself. "'Is there a girl involved in this?' Hodan considered. A girl's father, he acknowledged, is the real complainant against me. Does he complain? asked the ambassador, because you want to marry her, or because you don't? Neither, Odon told him. She hasn't quite decided that I'm worth defying her rich father for.

Good, said the ambassador. It can't be too bad a mess while a woman is being really practical. I've checked your story, allowing for differences of viewpoint, it agrees with the official version. I've ruled that you're a political refugee, and so entitled to sanctuary in the embassy, and that's that. Thank you, sir, said Hodon. There's no question about the crime, observed the ambassador, or that it is primarily political. You propose to improve a technical process in a society which considers itself beyond improvement. If you'd succeeded, the idea of change would have spread. People now poor would have gotten rich.

People now rich would have gotten poor. And you'd have done what all governments are established to prevent. So you'll never be able to walk the streets of this planet again in safety. You've scared people. Yes, sir, said Hodan. It's been an unpleasant surprise of them, to be scared. The ambassador put the tips of his fingers together. Do you realize, he asked,

that the whole purpose of civilization is to take the surprises out of life so one can be bored to death that a culture in which nothing unexpected ever happens is in what is called its golden age that when nobody can even imagine anything happening unexpectedly that they later finally referred to that period as the good old days i hadn't thought of it in just those words sir it's one of the most avoided facts of life said the ambassador government in the local or planetary sense of the word is an organization for the suppression of adventure taxes are in part the insurance premiums one pays for protection against the unpredictable and you have offended against everything that is the foundation of a stable and orderly and damnably tedious way of life, against civilization, in fact. Hodan frowned. Yet you've granted me asylum. Naturally, said the ambassador, the diplomatic service works for the welfare of humanity.

That doesn't mean stuffiness. A golden age in any civilization is always followed by collapse. In ancient days, savages came and camped outside the walls of super-civilized towns. They were unwashed, unmanneredly, and unsanitary. Super-civilized people refused to even think about them. So presently the savages stormed the city walls, and another civilization went up in flames. But now, objected to Hodon,

there are no savages. They invent themselves, the ambassador told him. My point is that the diplomatic service cherishes individuals and causes which battles stuff in. and complacency, and golden ages, and monstrous things like that. Not thieves, of course, they're degradation like body lice, but rebels and crackpots and revolutionaries who prevent heartening of the arteries of commerce and furnish wholesome exercise to the body politic.

They're worth cherishing. I think I see, sir, said Hodon. I hope you do, said the ambassador. my action on your behalf is pure diplomatic policy to encourage the dissatisfied is to insure against universal satisfaction which is lethal walden is in a bad way you're the most encouraging thing that has happened here in a long time and you're not a native no agreed hodon i come from zan never mind the ambassador turned to a stellar atlas consider yourself a good symptom and valued as such. If you could start a contigation, you deserve well of your fellow-citizens. Savages can always invent themselves. But enough of apology from me. Let us sit about your affairs. He consulted the Atlas. Where would you like to go, since you must leave Walden?

Not too far, sir. The girl, eh? The ambassador did not smile. He ran his finger down a page. The nearest inhabited worlds, of course, are Crim and Darth. CRIM is a place of lively commercial activity where an electronics engineer should find easy employment. It's said to be progressive there in as much-organized research. I wouldn't want to be kept engineers, sir, said Hodon apologetically.

I'd rather, well, put her on my own. Impractical, but sensible, commented the ambassador. He turned a page. There's Darth. Its social system is practically futile. It's technically backward. There's a landing grid, but space exports are skins and metal ingots and practically nothing else. There is no broadcast power.

Strangers find local customs difficult. There's no town larger than twenty thousand people. Few approach that size. Most settled places are mere villages near some feudal castle, and roads are so few and bad that wheel transport is rare. He leaned back and said in a detached voice. I had litter from there a couple of months ago. It was rather arrogant.

The writer was one John Loris, and he explained that his dignity would not let him make a commercial offer, but an electronics engineer who put himself under his protection would not be the loser. He signed himself Prince of this, Lord of that. that, baron of the other thing, and claim it to the dukedom of something else?" "'Are you interested?' No kings on Darth, just feudal chiefs.' "'Hodon thought it over.

"'I'll go to Darth,' he decided. "'It's bound to be better than Zan, and it can't be worse than Walden.' The ambassador looked him passive. An embassy servant came in and offered an indoor communicator. The ambassador put it to his ear. After a moment he said, "'Show him in.' "'You did kick up a storm.

"'The Minister of State, no less, is here to demand your surrender. "'I'll counter with a formal request for an exit permit. "'I'll talk to you again when he leaves.' "'Hodon went out. "'He paced up and down the other room into which he was shown. "'Darth wouldn't be in a golden age. "'He was wiser now than he'd been this same morning. "'He recognized that he'd made mistakes.

"'Now he could see rather ruefully how completely the improbable it was that anybody could put across a technical device merely by proving its value, without making anybody wanted. He shook his head regretfully at the blunder. The ambassador sent for him. "'I've had a pleasant time,' he told Hodan, genially. "'There was a beautiful row. You've really scared people, Hodan. You deserve well of the Republic. Every government and every person needs to be thoroughly terrified occasionally. It limers up the brain. "'Yes, sir,' said Hodon.

"'I've—' "'The planetary government,' said the ambassador with relish, "'insists that you have to be locked up with a key thrown away, "'because you know how to make death-rays.' "'I said it was nonsense, and you were a political refugee in sanctuary. "'The Minister of State said the Cabinet would consider removing you forcibly from the embassy "'if you weren't surrendered. "'I said that if the embassy was violated,

"'no ship would clear for Walden from any other civil civil. They wouldn't like losing their off-planet trade. Then he said that the government would not give you an exit permit and that he would hold me personally responsible if you killed everybody on Walden, including himself and me. I said he insulted me by suggesting I'd permit such shenanigans. He said the government would take an extremely grave view of my attitude, and I said they would be silly if they did. Then he went off with great dignity, but shaking with panic, to think up more non-conyed

more nonsense." "'Evidently,' said Hodon in relief, "'you believe me when I say that my gadget doesn't make death-phrase.' The Ambassador looked slightly embarrassed. "'To be honest,' he admitted, "'I have no doubt that you invented it independently, but they've been using such a device for half a century in the Cetus cluster. They've had no trouble.'

Hodon winced. "'Did you tell the minister that?' "'Hardly,' said the Ambassador. "'It would have done you no good. you're an open revolt and performed over acts of violence against the police. But it was also impolite enough for me to suggest that a local government was stupid. It would have been most undiplomatic to prove it. Odon did not feel proud just then.

I'm thinking that the cops quite unofficially might try to kidnap me from the embassy. They'll deny that they tried, especially if they manage it, but I think they'll try. Very likely, said the ambassador. We'll take precautions. I'd like to make something, not lethal, just in case, said Hodon. If you can trust me not to make death-rays, I'd like to make a generator of odd-shaped microwaves. They're described in textbooks. They ionize the air where they strike, that's all.

They make air a high-resistance conductor, nothing more than that. The ambassador said, There was an old-fashioned way to make ozone, When Hodan nodded. A little surprise, the ambassador said, "'By all means, go ahead. You should be able to get parts from your room vision receiver. I'll have some tools given you.'

Then he added, "'Diplomacy has to understand the things that control events. Once it was a social position, for a time it was weapons. Then it was commerce. Now it's technology. But I wonder how you use ionization of air to protect yourself from kidnappers. Don't tell me. I'd rather try to guess.

he waved his hand in cordial dismissal and an embassy servant showed hodon to his quarters ten minutes later another staff man brought him tools such as would be needed for work on a vision set he was left alone he delicately disassembled the set in his room and began to put some of the parts together in a novel but wholly rational fashion the science of electronics like the science of mathematics had progressed a way beyond the point where all of it had practical applications One could spend a lifetime learning things that research had discovered in the past, and industry had never found a use for. On Zan, industriously reading pirated books, Hodan hadn't known where utility stopped. He kept on learning long after a practical man would have stopped studying to get a paying job. Any electronic engineer could have made the device he now assembled.

It only needed to be wanted, and apparently he was the first person to want it. In this respect, it was like the receptor that had gotten him into trouble, but as he put the small parts together, he felt a certain loneliness. A man, Hodon's age, needs to have some girl admire him from time to time. If Netta had been sitting cross-legged before him, listening raptly while he explained, Hodon would probably have been perfectly happy, but she wasn't. It wasn't likely she ever would be. Hodon scowled.

inside of an hour he'd made a hand-sized five-watt wave-guide projector of waves of eccentric form in the beam of that projector air became ionized air became a high-resistance conductor comparable to nicrome wire when and where the projector sent its microwaves He was wrapping tape about the pistol grip when a servant brought him a scribbled note. It had been handed in at the embassy gate by a woman who fled after leaving it. It looked like Netta's handwriting. It read like Netta's phrasing. It appeared to have been written by somebody in a highly emotional state. But it wasn't quite—not absolutely convincing. He went to find the ambassador, and handed over the note.

The ambassador read it and raised his eyebrows. Well? It could be authentic, admitted Hodon. In other words, said the ambassador, you're not sure it's a booby-trap? An invitation to a date with the police? I'm not sure, said Hodon. I think I'd better bite.

If I have any illusions left after this morning, I'd better find it out. I thought Ned will like me quite a lot. I make no comment, observed the ambassador. Can I help you in any way? I have to leave the embassy," said Hodon. And there's practically solid line of police outside the walls. Could I borrow some old clothes, a few pillows, and a length of rope?

Half an hour later a rope uncoiled itself at the very darkest outside corner of the embassy wall. It dangled down to the ground. This was at the rear of the embassy enclosure. The night was bright with stars, and the city's towers glittered with many lights. But here there was almost complete blackness and that silence of a city which is sometimes so companionable. The rope remained hanging from a wall. No light reached the ground there.

The tiny crescent of Walden's farthest moon cast an insufficient glow. Nothing could be seen by it. The rope went up, as if it had been lowered merely to make sure it was long enough for its purpose. Then it descended again. This time a figure dangled at its end. It came down, swaying a little. It reached the blackest part of the shadow at the wall's base. It stayed there.

Nothing happened. The figure rose swiftly, hauled up in rapid pullings of the rope. Then the line came down again, and again a figure descended. But this figure moved. The rope swayed and oscillated. The figure came down a good half-way to the ground. It paused, and then descended with much movement to two-thirds of the way from the top. There something seemed to alarm it, it began to rise with violent writings of the rope.

It climbed. There was a crackling noise, a stun pistol. The figures seemed to climb more frantically, more cracklings, half a dozen, a dozen sharp snapping noises. They were stunned pistol charges and there were tiny sparks where they hit. The dangling figure seemed convulsed. It went limp, but it did not fall. More charges poured into it. It hung motionless halfway up the wall of the embassy.

It began in the darkness. Men appeared, talking in low tones and straining their eyes toward the now motionless figure. They gathered underneath it. One went off at a run carrying a message. Someone of authority arrived, panting. There was more low-toned argument. More and still more men appeared. There were forty or fifty figures at the base of the wall.

One of those figures began to climb the rope hand over hand. He reached the motionless object. He swore in a shocked voice. He was shushed from below. He let the figure drop. It made next to no sound when it landed. There was a rushing, as the guards about the embassy went furiously back to their proper post to keep anybody from slipping out.

Two men remained swearing bitterly over a dummy made of old clothes and pillows, but their profanity was in vain. Hodan was then some blocks away. He suffered painful doubt about the note ostensibly from Neda. The guards about the embassy would have tried to catch him in any case, but it did seem very plausible that the note had been sent him to get him to try to get down the wall. On the other hand, a false descent of a palpably dummy-like dummy had been plausible, too. He'd drawn all the guards to one spot by his seeming doubt and by testing out their vigilance

with a dummy. The only thing improbable in his behavior had been that after testing their vigilance with a dummy, he'd made use of it. A fair distance away, he turned sedately into a narrow lane between buildings. This paralleled another lane serving the home of a girlfriend of Nettas. The note had named the garden behind that other girl's home as a rendezvous. But Hodan was not going to that garden. He wanted to make sure.

If the cops had forged the note— He judged his position carefully. If he climbed this tree— Kind of the city planners of Walden to use trees so lavishly? If he climbed this tree he could look into the garden where Netta, in theory, waited in tears. He climbed it. He sat astride a thick limb and scented darkness and considered further. Presently he brought out his five-watt projector.

There was deepest darkness hereabouts. Trees and shrubbery were merely blacker than their surroundings. But there was reason for suspicion. Neither in the house of Neda's girlfriend nor in the nearer house between was there a single lighted window. Hodon adjusted the wave-guide and pressed the stud of his instrument. He pointed it carefully into the nearer garden. A man grunted in surprise tone.

There was stirring. A man swore sardledly. The word seemed inappropriate to a citizen merely breathing the evening air. Hodon frowned. The note from Neda seemed to have been a forgery. To make sure, he readjusted the wave guide to project a thin but fan-shaped beam. He aimed again. Painstakingly, he traversed the area in which men would have been posted to jump him, in the event

that the note was forged. If Netta were there, she would feel no effect. If police lay in wait they would notice at once. They did. A man howled. Two men yelled together. Somebody bellowed. Somebody squealed.

One in charge of the flares made ready to give light for the police was so startled by a strained sensation that he jerked the cord. An immense cold white brilliance appeared. The garden where Nettah definitely was not present became bathed in incandescence. Light spilled over the wall of one garden into the next and disclosed a squirming mass of police in the nearer garden also. Some of them leaped wildly and ungracefully while clawing behind them. Some stood still and struggled desperately to accomplish something to their rear. while others gazed blankly at them until Hodan swung his instrument their way also. A man tore off his pants and swarmed over the wall to get away from something intolerable.

Others imitated him, save in the direction of their flight. Some removed their trousers before they fled, but others tried to get them off while fleeing. Those last did not fare too well. Mostly they stumbled and other men fell over them. When both fallen and fallen upon, uttered horse and horse, and profane lamentations, they howled to the high heavens. Odon let the confusion mount past any unscrambling, and then slid down the tree and joined in the rush.

With the glare in the air behind him, he only fain to stumble over one figure after another. Once he grunted as he scorched his own fingers, but he came out of a lane with a dozen stung pistols, mostly uncomfortably warm, as trophies of the ambush. As they cooled off, he stowed them away in his belt and pockets, strolling away down the treeline street. Behind him, cops realized their trouserless condition and appealed plaintively to householders to notify headquarters of their state. Odin did not feel particularly disillusioned somehow.

It occurred to him even that this particular event was likely to help him getting off Walden. If he was to leave against the cop's will, he needed to have them at less than top efficiency. and men who have had their pants scorched off them are not apt to think too clearly. Hodan felt a certain confidence increase in his mind. He'd worked the thing out very nicely. If ionization made a high-resistance conductor, then an ionizing beam would make a high-resistance short between the power terminals of a stun pistol.

With the power a stun pistol carried, that short would get hot. so would the pistol. It would get hot enough, in fact, to scorch cloth in contact with it, which had happened. If the effect had been produced in the souls of policemen's feet, Hodon would have given every cop a hotfoot, but since they carried their stun pistols in their hip pockets, the thought of Neda diminished his satisfaction. The note could be pure forgery, or the police could have learned about it through the treachery of the servant she sent to the embassy with it.

It would be worthwhile to know. He headed toward the home of her father. If she were loyal to him, why, it would complicate things considerably. But he felt it necessary to find out. He neared the spot where Neda lived. This was an especially desirable residential area. The houses were large and gracefully designed, and the gardens were especially lush. Presently, he heard music ahead, live music.

He went on. He came to a place where strolling citizens had paused under the trees of the street to listen to the melody and the sound of voices that accompanied. And the music and the festivity was in the house in which Netta dwelt. She was having a party on the very night of the day in which he'd been framed for life imprisonment. It was a shock. Then there was a rush of vehicles, and police tried.

trucks were disgorging cops before the door. They formed a cordon about the house, and some knocked and were admitted in haste. Then Hodan nodded dowerly to himself. His escape from the embassy was now known. No less certainly the failure of the trap Netta's note had baited had been reported. The police were now turning the whole city into a trap for one Bron Hodon, and they were looking first at the most probable places. Then they'd search the possible places for him to be. And by the time that had been accomplished, they'd have cops from other cities pouring into the city, and they'd search every square inch of it for him.

And certainly and positively they'd take the most urgent and infallible precautions to make sure he didn't get back into the embassy. It was a situation that would have appalled Hodan only that morning. Now though he only shook his head sadly. He moved on. He'd gotten into trouble by trying to make an industrial civilization except something it didn't want, a technical improvement in a standard electronic device. He'd gotten partly out of trouble by giving his jailers what they'd definitely desired,

the sight of him apparently a suicide in the cell of the detention building. He'd come out of the embassy again by giving the watchers outside of you they urgently desired, A figure, secretly descending the embassy wall. He'd indulged himself at the ambuscade, but the way to get back into the embassy. It was not far from Nettys' house to a public safety kiosk, decoratively placed on a street corner. He entered it. It was unattended, of course. It was simply an out-of-door installation where cops could be summoned or fires reported or

emergencies described by citizens independently of the regular home communicators. It had occurred to Hodon that the planetary authorities would be greatly pleased to hear of a situation in a place that would seem to hint at his presence. There were all sorts of public services that would be delighted to operate impressively in their own lines. There were bureaus which would rejoice in a chance to show off their efficiency. He used his microwave generator, which at short enough range would short-circuit anything. upon the apparatus in the kiosk.

It was perfectly simple, if one knew how. He worked with a sort of tender thoroughness, shorting this item, shorting that, giving this frantic emergency call, stating that baseless lie. When he went back out of the kiosk, he walked bristly towards an appointment he had made. And presently the murmur of the city at night had new sound added to it. They began as a faint, confused clamor at the edges of the city. The uproar moved centralward and grew louder as it came. There were clanging bells and sirens and beeper horns warning all non-official vehicles to keep out of the way.

On the raised-up expressway, snorting metal monsters rushed with squealing excitement. On the fragrant lesser streets, small vehicles rushed with proportionately louder howlings. Police trucks poured out of their cubby-holes and plunged valiantly through the dark. Broadcast units signaled emergency and cut off the air to make the placid ether waves available to authority. All these noises and all this tumult moved toward a single point. The outer parts of the city regained their former quiet, save that there was less music. The broadcasts were off. But the sound of racing vehicles clamoring for right-of-way grew louder and louder,

and more and more peremptory as it concentrated toward the large open square on which the interstellar embassy faced. From every street and avenue, firefighting equipment poured into the square. In between and behind, hooting loudly for precedence, police trucks accompanied and foreran them. Emergency vehicles of all the civic bureaus appeared, all of them with immense conviction of their importance.

It was a very large open square, that space before the embassy. From its edge, the monument to the first settlers in the center looked small. but even that vast plaza filled up with trucks of every imaginable variety from the hose towers which would throw streams of water four hundred feet straight up to the miniature troubled wagons of electrical supply staff cars of fire and police and sanitary services crowded each other and bumped fenders with tree-surgeon trucks prepared to move fallen trees and with public address trucks ready to lend stentorian tones to any voice of authority but there was no situation except that there was no situation there was no fire there was no riot there was not even stray dogs for the pound wagons to pursue nor broken water-mains for the water department technicians to shut off and repair there was nothing for anybody to do but ask everybody else what the hell they were doing there and presently to swear at each other for cluttering up the way the din of a riving horns and sirens had stopped and a mutter of profanity was developing, when at last a vehicle arrived. It was an ambulance, and it came purposefully out of a side avenue and swung toward a particular place as if it knew exactly what it was

about. When its way was blocked it hooted impatiently for passage. Its lights blinked violently red, demanding clearance. A giant firefighting unit pulled aside. The ambulance ran pass and hooted at a cluster of police trucks. They made way for it. It blared at a gathering of dismounted, irritated truck personnel. It made its way through them. It moved in a straight line for the gate of the Interstellar Embassy. A hundred yards from that gate, its horn bled irritably at the car of the acting head of municipal police.

That car obediently made way for it. The ambulance rolled briskly up to the very gate of the embassy. There it stopped. A figure got down from the driver's seat and walked purposefully in the gate. Thereafter, nothing happened at all, until a second figure rolled and toppled itself out on the ground from the seat beside the ambulance drivers. That figure kicked and writhed on the ground. A policeman went to find out what was the matter. It was the ambulance driver.

Not the one who'd driven the ambulance to the embassy gate, but the one who should have. He was bound, hand and foot, and not too tightly gagged. When released, he swore vividly while panting that he'd been captured and bound by somebody who said he was Bron Hodon, and was in a hurry to get back to the Interstellar Embassy. There was no uproar. Those to whom Hodon's name had meaning were struck speechless with rage. The fury of the police was even too deep for tears. LeBron Haudan, back in the quarters assigned him in the embassy, unloaded a dozen cooled-off

stun pistols from his pockets, and sent word to the ambassador that he was back, and that the note ostensibly from Neda had actually been a police trap. Getting ready to retire, he reviewed his situation. In some respects it was not too bad. All but Neda's share in trying to trap him, and having a party the same night. He stared morosely at the wall. Then he saw, very simply, that she mightn't have known even of his arrest. She lived a highly sheltered life.

Her father could have had her kept completely in ignorance. He cheered immediately. This would be his last night on Walden, if he were lucky, but vague plans already revolved in his mind. Yes, he'd achieve splendid things. He'd grow rich. He'd come back and marry that delightful girl, Neda, and end as a great. great man. Already today, he'd done a number of things worth doing, and on the whole he'd done

them well. End of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 of The Pirates of Irsats. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The Pirates of Ersats by Murray Leinster. Chapter 3. When dawn broke over the capital city of Walden, the site was appropriately glamorous. There were shining towers and curving tree-bordered ways, above which innumerable small birds flew tumultuously. The dawn, in fact, was heralded by high-pitched chirpings everywhere. During the darkness there had been a deep-tone humming sound, audible all over the city. That was the landing-grid in operation out at the spaceport, letting down a 20,000-ton liner from Rigel, Cetus, and the nearer rim.

Presently, it would take off for Crem, Darth, and Nicole Sack stars, and if Hodon was lucky, he would be on it. But at the earliest part of the day there was only tranquility over the city and the square and the interstellar embassy. At the gate of the embassy enclosure, staff members piled up boxes and bales and parcels for transport to the spaceport, and thence to destinations whose names were practically songs. There were dispatches to DeLeo, where the interstarches,

The Star-Diplomatic Service had a sector headquarters. And there were packets of embassy stamped invoices for La Hola and Trolley and Farmagusta. There were boxes for Sindh and Maja and metal-bound cases for Kent. The early explorers of this part of the galaxy had christened huge suns for little villages and territories back on Earth, which less than one human being in ten thousand had ever seen. The sound of stacking freight parcels was crisp, distinct in the morning hush. The dew deposited during darkness had not yet dried from the pavement of the square.

Damp, unhappy figures loafed nearby. They were self-evidently secret police, as yet unrelieved after a night's vigil about the embassy's rugged wall. They were sleepy, and their clothing stuck soggily to them, and none of them had had anything being warm in his stomach for many hours. They had not either anything to look forward to from their superiors. Hodan was again in sanctuary, inside the embassy they'd guarded so ineptly through the Narg.

He'd gotten out without their leave, and made a number of their fellows unwilling to sit down, and then made all the police and municipal authorities ridiculous by the manner of his return. The police guards about the embassy were very positively not in a shirisiery. removed. But one of them saw an embassy servant he knew. He'd stood the man drinks, in times past, to establish a contact that might be useful. He summoned a smile and beckoned to that man. The embassy servant came briskly to him, rubbing his hands after having put a moderately

heavy case of documents on top of the waiting pile. "'That, oh, Dan,' said the plainclothesman, attempting hearty, ruthlessness, he certainly put it over on us last night." The servant nodded. "'Look,' said the plaincloseman, "'there could be something in it for you if you wanted to make a little extra money.' The servant looked regretful. "'No chance,' he said.

"'He's leaving to-day.' The plane-closement jumped. "'Taday?' "'Fedarth,' said the embassy servant. The ambassador is shipping him off on the spaceliner that came in last night. The plain-clothesman dithered. "'How's he going to get to the spaceport?' "'I wouldn't know,' said the servant.

"'They figured out some way. I could use a little extra money, too.' He lingered, but the plain-closeman was staring at the innocent, invalable parcels about to leave the embassy for distant parts. He took note of sizes and descriptions. No, not yet. But if Hodon was leaving, he had to leave the embassy. if he left the embassy the plainclothesman bolted he made a breathless report by the portable communicator set up for just such use he told what the embassy servant had said and the inference should be drawn from it the suspicions to be entertained and then he stopped short orders came back to him orders were given in all directions somebody was going to distinguish himself by catching hodan and undercover politics worked to decide to decide

who it should be. Even the job of guard outside the embassy became desirable. So fresh, alert, plainclothesmen arrived. They were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and they took over. Weary, hungry men yielded up their posts. They went home. The man who'd gotten the infallibly certain clue went home, too, disgruntled, because he wasn't allowed to share in the credit for Hodon's capture.

But he was glad of it later. the embassy. Hodon finished his breakfast with the ambassador. "'I'm giving you,' said the ambassador. "'That letter to the character on Darth, I told you about him. He's some sort of nobleman and has need of an electronic engineer. On Darth they're rare to non-existent, but his letter wasn't too specific.' "'I remember,' agreed Hodan. "'I'll look him up, thanks.'

"'Somehow,' said the ambassador, "'I cherish unreasonable hopes of you, Hodan.' A psychologist would say your group identification is low, and your siloomia is practically a minus quality, while your urges tension is pleasingly high. He'd mean that with reasonable good fortune you will raise more hell than most. I wish you'd that good fortune, and hold on? Yes? I don't urge you to be vengeful, explained the ambassador. But I do hope you won't be too forgiving of these characters who jailed you for life.

"'You've scared them badly. It's very good for them. Anything more you can do in that line will really be kindness, and as such will positively not be appreciated. But it'll be well worth doing. I say this because I like the way you plan things, and any time I can be of service.' "'Thanks,' said Hodon, "'but I better get going for the spaceport.'

He'd write Neda from Darth. "'I'll get set for it.' He rose. The ambassador stood up, too. I like the way you planned things, he repeated appreciatively. We'll check over that box. They left the embassy dining room together. It was well after sunrise when Hodan finished his breakfast, and the bright and watchful new plain clothesmen were very much on the alert outside.

By this time the sunshine had lost its early, ruddy tint, and the trees about the city were vividly green, and the sky had become appropriately blue, as the skies on all human-occupied planets are. There was the beginning of traffic. Some was routine movement of goods and vehicles, but some were special. For example, the trucks which came to carry the embassy shipment to the spaceport, they were perfectly ordinary trucks hired in a perfectly ordinary way by the Ambassador's Secretary.

They came trundling across the square and into the embassy gate. The ostentatiously loafing plain clothesmen could look in and see the waiting parcels loaded on them. The first truckload was quite unsuspicious. There was no package in the lot which could have held a man in even the most impossibly cramped of positions. But the police took no chances. Ten blocks from the embassy the cops stopped it and verified the licenses and identities of the driver and his helper.

This was a moderately lengthy business. While it went on, plainclothesment worked over the packages in the truck's body and put stethoscopes to any of more than one cubic foot capacity. They waved the truck on. Meanwhile, the second truck was loading up, and the watching ostensible loafer saw that nearly the last item to be put on it was a large box which hadn't been visible before. It was carried with some care, and it was marked fragile. it was put into place and wedged fast with other parcels.

The plainclothesman looked at each other with anticipatory glee. One of them reported the last large box with almost lyric enthusiasm. When the second truck left the embassy with a large box, a police truck came innocently out of nowhere and just happened to be going the same way. Ten blocks away, again the truckload of embassy parcels was flagged down and its driver's license and identity was verified. A plain clothesman put a stethoscope on the questionable case. He beamed, and made a suitable signal.

The truck went on while as full Macavillian plans took effect. Five blocks farther, an unmarked empty truck came hurtling out of a side street, sideswiped the truck from the embassy, and went careening away down the street without stopping. The trailing police truck made no attempt at pursuit. said, it stopped helpfully by the truck which had been hit. A wheel was hopelessly gone. So uniformed police, with conspicuously happy expressions, cleared a space around the stalled truck and stood guard over the parcels under diplomatic seal.

With eager helpfulness they sent for other transportation for the embassy shipment. A sneeze was heard from within the mass of guarded freight, and the policemen shook hands with each other. When substitute trucks came, there were two of them. They loaded one high with embassy parcels and sent it off to the spaceport with their blessing. There remained just one single large-sized box to be put on the second vehicle. They bumped it on the ground, and a startled grunt came from within. There was an atmosphere of innocent enjoyment all about as the police tenderly loaded this

large box on the second truck they'd sent for. and festooned themselves about it as it trundled away. Strangely, it did not head directly for the spaceport. The police carefully explained this to each other in loud voices. Then some of them were afraid the box hadn't heard, so they knocked on it. The box coughed, and it seemed hilariously amusing to the policemen that the contents of the freight parcel should cough. They expressed deep concern, and, addressing a box, explained that they were taking it to

the detention building, but they would give it some cough medicine. The box swore at them, despairingly. They howled with childish laughter, and assured the box that after they had opened it and given it cough medicine, they would close it again very carefully, leaving the diplomatic seal unbroken and deliver it to the spaceport so it could go on its way. The box swore again luridly. The truck which carried it hastened. The box teetered and bumped and jounced, with a swift motion of a vehicle that carried it and

all of the police around it. Bitter, enraged, and highly unprintable language came from within. The police were charmed. Even so early in the morning they seemed inclined to burst into song. When the detention building gate opened for it and closed again behind it, there was a welcoming committee in the courtyard. It included a jailer with a bandaged head and a look of vengeful satisfaction on his face, and no less than three guards who had been given baths by high-pressure hose when Ron Haudan

departed from his cell. They wore unamiable expressions. And then, while the box swore very bitterly, somebody tenderly loosened a plank, being careful not to disturb the diplomatic seal. and pulled it away with a triumphant gesture. Then all the police could look into the box, and they did. Then there was dead silence, except for the voice that came from a two-way communicator set inside.

"'And now!' said the voice from the box, and only now did anybody notice what the muffling effect of the boards had hidden, that it was a speaker unit which had sworn and coughed and We take our leave of the planet Walden and its happy police force who wave at us as our spaceliner lifts towards the skies. The next sound you hear will be that of their lamentations at our departure." But the next sound was a howl of fury. The police were very much disappointed to learn that Hodon hadn't been in the box. But only one half of a two-way communication pair, and that Hodon had coughed and sneaked and

and sworn at them from the other instrument somewhere else. Now he signed off. The spaceliner was not lifting off just yet. It was still solidly aground in the center of the landing grid. Hodan had bade farewell to his audience from the floor of the ambassador's ground car, which at that moment was safely within the extraterritorial circle about the spaceship. He turned off the set and got up and brushed himself off. He got out of the car. The ambassador followed him and shook his hand.

"'You have a touch,' said the ambassador, sedately. "'You seem inspired at times, Hodan. You have a gift for infuriating constituted authority. You should plot at your art. You may go far.' He shook hands again and watched Hodan walk into the lift which should raise him, and did raise him, to the entrance port of the spaceliner. Twenty minutes later, the forest fields of the giant landing grid lifted the liner smoothly out to space. The twenty thousand-toned vessel went into five planetary diameters, where its luller

drive could take hold of relatively unstressed space. There, the ship jockeyed for line, and then there was that curious momentary disturbance of all one's sensations, which was the effect of the overdrive field going on. Then everything was normal again, except that the liner was speeding for the planet crim at something more than thirty times the speed of light. Normality extended through all the galaxy so far inhabited by men. There were worlds on which there was peace and worlds on which there was tumult. There were busy, zestful, young worlds and languid, weary old ones.

From the near rim of the farthest of occupied systems, planets circled the world. their sons and men lived on them, and every man took himself seriously and did not quite believe that the universe had existed before he was born or would long survive his loss. Time passed. Comets let out vast streamers like bridal veils and swept toward and around their sons. Some of them, one in ten thousand or twenty, were possibly seen by human eyes. The liner bearing Haudan sped through the void.

In time it made a landfall on the planet Crem. He went aground and observed the spaceport city. It was new and bustling with tall buildings and traffic jams and a fever's conviction that the purpose of living was to earn more money this year than last. Its spaceport was chaotically busy. Hodan had time for a swift sightseeing of one city only and an estimate of what people of such a planet would be sure they wanted. He saw slums and gracious public buildings, and went back to the spaceport and the liner,

which then rose upon the landing grid's force fields until Crimm was a great round ball below it. Then there was again a jockeying for line, and the liner winked out of sight and was again journeying at thirty times the speed of light. Again time passed. In one of the remoter galaxies, a supernova flamed, and on a rocky, barren world a small living thing squirmed experimentally, and to mankind the one event was just as important as the other. But presently the liner from Crimm and Walden appeared in Darth as the tiniest of shimmering pearly

specks against the blue. To the north and east and west of the spaceport, rugged mountains rose steeply. of snow showed here and there, and naked rock reared boldly in spurs and precipices. But there were trees on all the lower slopes, and there was not really a timber line. The spaceliner increased in size, descending toward the landing grid. The grid itself was a monstrous lattice of steel, half a mile high, and enclosing a circle not less in diameter. It filled much of the larger part of the level valley floor, and horned juries and what

Hodon later learned were horses grazed in it. The animals paid no attention to the deep-toned humming noise the grid made in its operation. The ship seemed the size of a pea. Presently it was the size of an apple. Then it was the size of a basketball, and then it swelled enormously and put out spidery metal legs with large splay metal feet on them, and alighted and settled gently to the ground. The humming stopped.

There were shouts, whips cracked, straining horn-tossed durias heaved and dragged something, very deliberately, out from between warehouses under the arches of the grid. There were two dozen of the durias, and despite the shouts and whip-crackings they moved with stubborn slowness. It took a long time for the object with a wide, tired, wheels to reach a spot below the spacecraft. Then it took longer, seemingly, for brakes to be set on each wheel, and then for the draft animals to be arranged to pull as two teams against each other.

More shoutings and whip-crackings. A long, slanting ladder-like armor rose. It teetered, and a man with a lurid purple cloak rose with it at its very end. The ship's airlock opened and a crewman threw a rope. The purple-cloaked man caught it and made it fast. From somewhere inside the ship of space the line was hauled in. The end of the landing ramp touched the sill of the airlock. Somebody made other things fast and the purple-cloaked man triumphantly entered the ship.

There was a pause. Men loaded carts with cargo to be sent to remote and unimagined planets. In the airlock, Bron Haudan stepped to the unloading ramp and descended to the ground. He was the only passenger. He had barely reached a firm footing when objects followed him, his own ship-bag, a gift from the ambassador, and then parcels, bales, boxes, and such nondescript items of freight as needed special designation. Rolls of wire, long strings of plastic objects, strung like beads on shipping cords,

plexus skins of fluid which might be anything from wine to fuel oil in less than bulk cargo quantities. For a mere five minutes the flow of freight continued. Darth was not an important center of trade. Hodan stared incredulously at the town outside one side of the grid. It was only a town, and was almost a village at that. Its houses had steep gabled roofs, of which some seemed to be, tile and other's stanch. Its buildings leaned over the narrow streets, which were unpaved. They looked like mud, and there was not a power-driven ground vehicle anywhere in sight,

nor anything man-made in the air. Great carts trailed out to the unloading belt. They dumped bales of skin and ingots of metal, and more bales, and more ingots. Those objects rode up to the airlock and vanished. Hodan was ignored. He felt that without great care he might be crowded back into the reverse loading belt and be carried back to the ship. The loading process ended. The man with the purple cloak, who'd ridden the teetering belt meme up, reappeared, and

came striding grandly down to ground. Somebody cast off above. Ropes writhed and fell and dangled. The ship's airlock door closed. There was a vast humming sound. The ship lifted sedately. It seemed to hover momentarily over the group of durias and humans in the center of the grid's enclosure.

But it was not hovering. It shrank. It was rising in an absolutely vertical line. It dwindled to the size of a basketball, and then an apple, then to the size of a pea, and then that pea diminished until the spaceship when Crem, Walden, and then the sea diminished until the spaceship, Alden, Cetus, Rijal, and the nearer rim had become the size of a dust-mote, and then could not be seen at all. But one knew that it was going on to La Hola and Trolley and Famagusta and the Colsack stars.

Hoodon shrugged and began to trudge toward the warehouses. The Duria-drawn landing ramp had began to roll slowly in the same direction. Carts and wagons loaded the stuff discharged from the ship. creaking, plodding, with the curved horns of the durias rising and falling, the wagons overtook Hodon and passed him. He saw his ship-bag on one of the carts. It was a gift from the Interstellar Ambassador on Walden. He'd assured Hodan that there was a fund for the assistance of political refugees, and

that the bag and its contents were normal. But in addition to the gift clothing, Hodon had a number of stun pistols, formerly equipment of the police department of Walden's capital city. He followed his bag to a warehouse. Arrived there, he found the bag surrounded by a group of whiskered or moustachioed Darthian characters wearing felt pants and large sheath knives. They had opened the bag and were in the act of ferocious dispute about who should get what of its contents.

Incidentally, they argued over the stun pistols, which looked like weapons but weren't because has nothing happened when one pulled the trigger." Hodon grimaced. They'd been in store on the liner during the voyage. Normally they picked up a trickle charge from broadcast power on Walden, but there was no broadcast power on the liner, nor any on Darth. They'd leaked their charges and were quite useless. The one in his pocket would be useless, too.

He grimaced again and swerved to the building where the landing grid controls must be. He opened the door and went in. The interior was smoky and ill-smelling, but the equipment was wholly familiar. Two unshaven men, in violently colored shirts, languidly played cards. Only one, a redhead, paid attention to the controls of the landing grid. He watched dials. As Hodan pushed his way in, he threw a switch and yawned. The ship was five diameters out from Darth, and he'd released it from the landing-quered.

fields. He turned and saw Hodan. "'The hell do you want?' he demanded sharply. "'A few kilowatts,' said Hodon. The Redhead's manner was not amiable. "'Get out of here!' he barked. The transformers and snaky cables leading to relays outside. All were clear as print to Hodon. He moved confidently toward an especially understandable panel, Pulling out his stun pistol and briskly breaking back the butt for charging. He shoved the pistol butt to contact with two terminals devised for another purpose,

and the pistol slipped for an instant, and a blue spark flared. Quit that, roared the red-headed man. The unchaven men pushed back from their game of cards. One of them stood up, smiling unpleasantly. The stunned pistol clicked. Odon withdrew it from charging contact, flipped the butt shut, and turned toward the three men. Two of them charged him suddenly, the redhead and the unpleasant smiler. The stunned pistol hummed.

The redhead howled. He'd been hit in the hand. His unshaven companion buckled in the middle and fell to the floor. The third man backed away in panic, automatically raising his arms in surrender. O'Don saw no need for further action. He nodded graciously and went out of the control building, swinging the recharged pistol in his hand. In the warehouse, arguments still raged over his possessions.

He went in briskly. Nobody looked at him. The casual appropriation of unguarded property was apparently a social norm here. The man in the purple cloak was insisting furiously that he was a D'arthian gentleman, and he'd have his share or else. Those things, said Hodan, are mine. Put them back. Faces turned to him, expressing shocked surprise. A man in dirty yellow pants stood up with a suit of Hodan's underwear and a pair of shoes.

He moved with great dignity to depart. The stunned pistol buzzed. He leapt and howled and fled. Hodon had aimed accurately enough, but Prudence suggested that if he appeared to kill anybody, the matter might become serious. So he'd fired to sting the man with a stun pistol bolt at about the same spot where, on Walden, he'd scorched members of a party of a police in ambush. It was nice shooting, but this happened to be a time and place where Prudence did not pay. There was a concerted gasp of outrage.

Men leapt to their feet. Large knives came out of elaborate holsters. Figures in all the colors of the rainbow, all badly soiled, roared their indignation and charged at Hodon. They waved knives as they came. He held down the stun pistol trigger and traversed the rushing men. The whining buzz of the weapon was inaudible at first, but before he released the trigger it was plainly to be heard.

Then there was silence. His attackers formed a very untidy heap on the floor. They breathed statoriously. Hodan began to retrieve his possessions. He rolled a man over for the purpose. A pair of very blue apprehensive eyes stared at him. Their owner had stumbled over one man and been stumbled over by others. He gazed up at Hodan, speechless.

"'Hand me that, please,' said Hodan, he pointed. The man in the purple cloak obeyed, shaking. Hodan completed the recovery of all his belongings. He turned. The man in the purple cloak winced and closed his eyes. Hmm, said Hodan. He needed information. He wasn't likely to get it from the men in the grid's control room.

He would hardly be popular with any of these either. He irritably suspected himself of a tendency to make enemies unnecessarily. But he did need directions. He said, I have a letter of introduction to one Don Loris, Prince of something or other, Lord of this, Baron of that, and claim it to the dukedom of this other thing. Would you have any idea how I could reach him?

The man in the purple cloak gaped at Hodon. He is my chieftain, he said aghast. I am Thal, his most trusted retainer. Then he practically wailed, "'You must be the man I was sent to meet. He sent me to learn if you came on the ship. I should have fought by your side. This is disgrace.'

"'It's disgraceful,' agreed Hodon grimly. But he, who had been born and raised in a space pirate community, should not be too critical of others. Let it go. How do I find him?' "'I should take you,' complained Thal bitterly. "'But you have killed all these men, their friends and chieftains are honor-bound to cut your throats.

And you shot Merck. But he ran away, and will be summoning his friends to come and kill you now. This is shame, this is— And then he said, hopefully, "'Your strange weapon! How many men can you fight? If fifty we may live to ride away! If more we may even reach Don Loris's castle!

How many?' "'We'll see what we see,' said Hodeon, dowerly. But I'd better charge these other pistols. You can come with me or wait. I haven't killed these men. They're only stunned. They'll come around presently." He went out of the warehouse carrying the bag which was again loaded with uncharged stun pistols.

He went back to the Grids control room. He pushed it open and entered for the second time. The red-headed man swore and rubbed at his hand. The man who'd smiled unpleasantly lay in a heap on the floor. The second unshaven man jittered visibly at the sight of Hodan. "'I'm back,' said Hodan politely, "'for more kilowatts.' He put his bag conveniently close to the terminals,

at which his pistols could be recharged. He snapped open a pistol butt and presented it to the electric contacts. "'Quain customs you have here,' he said conversationally, robbing a newcomer, resenting his need for a few watts of power that comes free from the sky?" The stun pistol clicked. He snapped the butt shut and opened another, which he placed in contact for charging. Making him act, he said acidly, with matters as bad as the local ones.

Going to him with knives so he asked to be resentful in his turn, the second stun pistol clicked. He closed it and began to charge a third. He said severely, innocent tourists, relatively innocent ones, anyhow. are not likely to be favorably impressed with Darth." He had the charging process going swiftly now. He began to charge a fourth weapon. "'It's particularly bad manners,' he added sternly, to stand there grinding your teeth at me

while your friend behind the desk crawls after an old-fashioned chemical gun to shoot me with." He snapped the fourth pistol shut and went after the man who dropped down behind the desk. He came upon that man, hopelessly panicked, just as his hands were closed on a clumsy gun that was supposed to set off a chemical explosive to propel a metal bullet. "'Don't,' said Hodan severely, "'if I have to shoot you at this range, you'll have blisters.' He took the weapon out of the other man's hands.

He went back and finished charging the rest of the pistols. He returned most of them to his bag, though he stuck others in his belt and pockets to the point where he looked like the fiction-taped pictures of space pirates. But he knew what space pirates were actually like. He moved to the door. As a last thought, he picked up the bullet-firing weapon. There's only one spaceship here a month, he observed politely, so I'll be around. If you want to get in touch with me, ask Don Loris.

I'm going to visit him while I look over professional opportunities on Darth. He went out once more. Somehow he felt more cheerful than a half-hour since, when he'd landed as the only passenger from the spaceliner. Then he'd felt ignored and lonely and friendless on a strange and primitive world. He still had no friends, but he had already acquired some enemies, and therefore material for more or less worthwhile achievement. He surveyed the sunlit scene about him for the control-room door.

Thal, the purple-cloaked man, had brought two shaggy-haired animals around. to the door of the warehouse. Hodon later learned that they were horses. He was frenzied in the act of mounting one of them, as he climbed up, small, bright metal disks cascaded from a pocket. He tried to stop the flow of money as he got feverishly into the saddle. From the gable-roofed small town a mob of some thirty mounted men plunged toward the landing grid.

They wore garments of yellow and blue and magenta. They waved large-bladed knives and made bloodthirsty noises. Thou saw them and bolted, riding one horse and towing the other by a lead rope. It happened that his line of retreat passed by where Hodon stood. Hodon held up his hand. Thal reined in. Mount! he cried hoarsely. Mount and ride!

Hodon passed up the chemical powder gun. Thal seized it frantically. Hurry! Don Loras would have my throat cut if I deserted you! Mountain ride!" O Don painstakingly fastened his bag to the saddle of the lead horse. He unfastened the lead rope. He'd noticed that Thal pulled in the leather reins to stop the horse.

He'd seen that it had kicked furiously to urge it on. He deduced that one steered the animal by pulling on one strap or the other. He climbed clumsily to his seat. There was a howl from the racing-mounted men. They waved their knives and yelled in zestful anticipation of murder. Hodan pulled on a rain. His horse turned obediently. He kicked it.

The animal broke into a run toward the rushing mob. The jolting motion amazed Hodan. One could not shoot straight while being shaken up like this. He dragged back on the reins. The horse stopped. Come! yelled Thal despairingly. This way!

This way, quick!" Hodon got out a stun pistol. Sitting erect, frowning a little in his concentration, he began to take pot shots at the charging small horde. Three of them got close enough to be blistered where stun pistol bolts hit them. Others toppled from their saddles at distances ranging from one hundred yards to twenty. A good dozen, however, saw what was happening in time to swerve their mounts and high-tailed the way.

But there were eighteen luridly tinted heaps of garments on the ground inside the landing-grid. Two or three of them scurmed and swore. Hodon had partly missed on them. He heard the chemical weapon booming thunderously. Now that victory was won, Thal was shooting valorously. Hodan held up his hand for cease-fire. Thou rode up beside him, not quite believing what he'd seen. "'Wonderful,' he said shakily.

"'Wonderful, Don Loris will be pleased. "'He will give me gifts for my help to you. "'This is a great fight. "'We will be great men after this.' "'Then let's go and brag,' said Hodon. "'Thou was shocked.' "'You need me,' he said commiseratingly. "'It is fortunate that Don Loris chose me to fight beside you.'

"'He sent his horse-trotting toward the mostly unconscious man on the ground. He alighted. Hodan saw him happily and publicly picked the packets of the stunned guns victims. He came back, beaming, and now swaggering in his saddle. We will be famous, he said zestfully. Two against thirty and some ran away, he gloated. And it was a good haul we share, of course, because we are companions. Is it the custom?

asked Hodan mildly to loot defenseless men. Then? But of course," said Thal. How else can a gentleman live, if he has no chieftain to give him presents? You defeated them, so of course you take their possessions." Ah, yes," said Hodan, to be sure. He rode on. The road was a mere horse-track.

Presently it was less than that. He saw a frowning, battlemented stronghold away off the left. Thal openly hoped that somebody was. would come from that castle and try to charge them tol for riding over their lord's land. After Hodon had knocked them over with the stun pistol, Thal would add to the heavy weight of coins already in his possession. It did not look promising, in a way. But just before sunset, Hodon saw three tiny bright lights flash across the sky from west

to east. They moved in formation and at identical speeds. He knew a spaceship in orbit when he saw one. He bristled and muttered under his breath. "'What's that?' asked Thal. "'What did you say?' "'I said,' said Hodon, dally, "'that I've got to do something about Walden, when they get an idea in their heads.'

End of Chapter 3. Chapter 4 of The Pirates of Versaats. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The Pirates of Versaats by Murray Leinster. Chapter 4 According to the fiction tapes, the colonized worlds of the galaxy vary wildly from each other. In cold and unromantic fact, it isn't so.

Space travel is too cheap and salt-type solar systems too numerous to justify the settlement of hostile worlds. There's no point in trying to live where one has to put on special equipment every time he goes outdoors. There's no reason to settle on a world where one can't grow the kind of vegetation one's ancestors adapted themselves to some tens of thousands of generations ago. It simply doesn't make sense.

So the inhabited worlds of the galaxy are farther apart than they could be, perhaps, and much more alike than is necessary. But the human race has a predilection for gravity fields not too far from 980 centimeters per second accelerated force. We humans were designed for something like that. We prefer foodstuffs containing familiar amino compounds. Our metabolism was designed around them, and since our geneticists have learned how to put aggressiveness

into the genes of terrestrial origin plants, why, nowadays they briskly overwhelm the native flora wherever they are introduced. and it's rational to let it happen. If people are to thrive and multiply on new worlds as they are colonized, it's more convenient to modify the worlds to fit the colonists than the colonists to fit the worlds. Therefore, Bron Haudan encountered no remarkable features in the landscape of Darth as he rode through the deepening night.

There was grass, which was not luxuriant. There were bushes, which were not unduly lush. There were trees and birds and various other commonplace living things whose forebears had been dumped on darts some centuries before. The ecological system had worked itself out strictly by hit or miss, but the result was not unfamiliar. Save for the star pattern overhead, Hodan could have believed himself on some parts of Zan, or some parts of Walden, or very probably somewhere or other on Lojala or Kent,

or Famagusta, or any other occupied world between the rims. There was, though, the star pattern. Hodan tried to organize it in his mind. He knew where the sun had set, which would be west. He asked the latitude of the Darthian spaceport. Donald did not know it. He asked about major geographical features, seas, incontinence and so on. Thal had no ideas on that subject.

Hodon fumed. He hadn't worried about such things on Walden. Of course, on Walden he'd had one friend, Derek, and believed he had a sweetheart, Neda. There he was lonely and schemed to acquire the admiration of others. They ignored this guy. Here on Darth, he had no friends. But there were a number of local citizens now doubtless recover from stun pistol bolts and yearning to carve him up with large knives. He did not feel lonely, but the instinct to know where he was was again in operation. The ground was rocky and far from level.

After two hours of riding on a small and wiry horse with no built-in springs, Hodon heard in a great many places he'd never known he owned. He and Thal rode in an indeterminate direction, with an irregular scarpe of low mountain silhouetted against the unfamiliar stars. A vagrant night wind blew. Thalhead said it was a three-hour ride to Don Loris's castle. After something over two of them, he said meditatively, I think that if you wish to give me a present,

I will take it and not make a gift in return. You could give me, he added helpfully, your share of the plunder from our victims? Why? demanded Hodon. Why should I give you a present? If I accepted it, explained Thal, and made no gift in return, I would become your retainer. Then it would be my obligation as a Darthian gentleman to ride beside you,

advise, counsel, and fight in your defense, and generally to uphold your dignity. Hodon suspected himself of blisters and places that had no dignity about them. He said suspiciously, How about Don Loris? Aren't you his retainer? "'Between the two of us,' said Thal, "'he's stingy. His presence are not as lavish as they could be.

"'I can make him a return present of part of the money we won in combat. "'That frees me of duty to him. "'Then I could accept the balance of the money from you, "'and become a retainer of yours.' "'Oh,' said Haudan, "'you need a retainer badly,' said Thal. "'You do not know the customs here. "'For example, there's enmity between Don Norris

and the young Lord Geck. If the young Lord Geck is as enterprising as he should be, some of his retainers should be lying in wait to cut our throats as we approach Don Loris's stronghold. Hmm, said Hodan grimly. But Thal seemed undisturbed. This system of gifts and presence sounds complicated. Why doesn't Don Loris simply give you so much a year, or weak, or whatnot?

Thaw made a shocked sound. That would be paid. A Dharthian gentleman does not serve for pay. To offer it would be insult. Then he said, listen. He reigned in. Hodon clumsily followed his example. After a moment or two, Thal clucked to his horse and started off again.

It was nothing, he said regretfully. I hoped we were riding into an ambush. Hodan grunted. It could be that he was being told a tall tale. But back at the spaceport, the men who came after him waving large knives had seems sincere enough. Why should we be ambushed, he asked, and why do you hope for it? Your weapons would destroy our enemies, said Thal placidly, and the pickings would be good,

he added. We should be ambushed because the Lady Fani refused to marry the Lord Geck. She is Don Loris's daughter, and to refuse to marry a man is naturally a deadly insult. So he should ravage Don Loris' lands at every opportunity, until he gets a chance to carry off the Lady Fani and marry her by force. That is the only way the insult can be wiped out." "'I see,' said Hodan, ironically. He didn't.

The two horses topped to rise, and far in the distance there was a yellow light with a mist above it as of illuminated smoke. "'That is Dundor's stronghold,' said Dahl. He sighed. "'It looks like we may not be ambushed. They weren't. It was very dark where the horses were. forged ahead through brushwood.

As they moved onward, the single light became two. There were great bonfires burning in iron cages some forty feet up in the air. Those cages projected from the battlements of a massive cut-stone wall. There was no light anywhere else underneath the stars. Thal rode almost underneath the cressets and shouted upward. A voice answered. Presently a gate clanked open, and a black cave-like opening appeared behind it. Thal rolled grandly in, and Hodan followed.

Now that the ride seemed over, he let himself realize where he ached from the unaccustomed exercise. Everywhere. He also guessed at the area of his skin first rubbed to blisters, and then to the discomfort of raw flesh underneath. The gate clinked shut. Torches waved overhead. Hodan found that he and Thal had ridden into a very tiny courtyard.

feet above them, an inter-battlemented wall offered excellent opportunities for the inhabitants of the castle to throw things down at visitors who, after admission, turned out to be undesired. Thal shouted further identifications, including a boastful and entirely untruthful declaration that he and Hodon, together, had slaughtered twenty men in one place and thirty in another, and left them lying in their gore. The voices that replied sounded derisive. Somebody came down a rope and fastened the gate from the inside. With an extreme amount of creaking, an inner gate swung wide.

Men came out of it and took the horses. Hodon dismounted, and it seemed to him that he creaked as loudly as a gate. Thal swaggered displaying coins he had picked from the pockets of the men the stunt pistols had disabled. He said splendidly to Hodon, I will go to announce you are coming to Don Loris. These are his retainers. They will give you to drink.

He added amiably. "'If you were given food, it would be disgraceful to cut your throat.' He disappeared. Hodon carried his ship bag and followed a man in a dirty pink shirt to a stone-walled room containing a table and a chair. He sat down, relieved to have a rest for his back. The man in the pink shirt brought him a flagon of wine. He disappeared again.

Hodan drank sour wine and brooded. He was very hungry and very tired, and it was very hungry. It seemed to him that he had been disillusioned in a new dimension. Morbidly, he remembered a frequently given lecture from his grandfather on Zan. "'It's no use,' it was the custom of his grandfather to say, "'there is no bit of use in having brains. All they do is get you in trouble. A lucky idiot's ten times better off than a brainy man with a jigs on him. A smart man starts thinking, and he thinks himself into a jail cell if his luck is bad

and good luck's wasted on him, because it ain't reasonable, and I don't believe it in when it happens. It takes me a lifetime to keep my brains from ruining me. No, sir! I hope none of my descendants inherit my brains. I pity him if they do. Hodan had been on Darth not more than four hours. In that time he'd found himself robbed, had resented it, had been the object of two-spirited attempts at assassination, had ridden an excruciating number of miles on an unfamiliar animal, and he now found himself in a stone dungeon and deprived of food, lest feeding him obligate his host not to cut his throat. And he'd gotten into this by himself?

He'd chosen it? He practically asked for it. He began strongly to share his grandfather's disillusioned view of brains. After a long time, the door of the cell opened. Fow was back, chastened. "'Don Loras wants to talk to you,' he said in a subdued voice. "'He's not pleased.' Houdan took another gulp of the wine.

He picked up his ship's bag and limped to the door. He decided, painfully, that he was lipping on the wrong leg. He tried the other. No improvement. He really needed to limp on both. He followed a singularly silent thaw through a long stone corridor and up stone steps until they came to a monstrous hall with torches and holders on the side walls. It was barbarically hung with banners, but it was not exactly a cheery place.

At the far end, logs burned in a great fireplace. Don Loras sat in a carved chair beside it, wizened and white-bearded, in a fur-trimmed velvet road, with a peevish expression on his face. "'May chieftain,' said Dahls of Dooley, Here is the engineer from Walden." Hodan scowled at Don Loris, whose expression of peevishness did not lighten. He did regard Hodan with a flicker of interest, however. A stranger, who unfauntedly scowls at a feudal lord with no superior and many inferior

is anyhow a novelty. "'Thal tells me,' said Don Loris fretfully, "'that you and he together slodged some dozens of the retainers of my neighbors to-day.' I consider it unfortunate. They may ask me to have the two of you hanged, and it would be impolite to refuse. Hodan said, truculently, I considered it impolite for your neighbor's retainers to march toward me, waving large knives, and announcing what they intended to do to my inwards with them.

Yes, agreed Don Loras impatiently. I conceded that point. It is natural enough to act hastily at such times. But still, How many did you kill?" "'None,' said Hodan curtly. I shot them with stun pistols I'd just charged in the control room of the landing grid." Don Laura sat up straight.

"'Stun pistols!' he demanded sharply. "'You use stun pistols on Darth?' "'Naturally on Darth,' said Hodan with some tiredness. I was here, but nobody was killed. One or two may be slightly blistered. All of them had their pockets picked by Thau. I understand that is a local custom. nothing to worry about.

But Don Loras stared at him aghast. But this is deplorable, he protested. Stun pistols used here. It is one thing I would have given strict orders to avoid. My neighbors will talk about it. Some of them may even think about it. You could have used any other weapon, but of all things, why did you have to use a stun pistol?

Because I had one, said Hold on briefly. Horrible, said Dund. said Don Loris, peevishly. The worst thing you could possibly have done. I have to disown you. Unmistakably, you have to disappear at once. We'll blame it on Gex retainers. Hodan said,

Disappear, me? Vanish, said Don Loras. I suppose there's no real necessity to cut your throat, but you plainly have to disappear, though it would have been much more discreet if you simply gotten killed. I was indiscreet to survive, demanded Hodan, bristling.

Extremely so, snapped down, Lawrence. Here I had you come all the way from Walton to help arrange a delicate matter, and before you've traveled even a few miles to my castle, within minutes of landing on Darth, you spoiled everything. I am a reasonable man, but there are the facts. You use stun-pistol, so you have to disappear. I think it is generous of me to say only until people on Darth forget such things exist. But the two of you—

Oh, for a year or so, there are some fairly cozy dungeons. Hodon seethed suddenly. He tried to do something brilliant on Walden and had been framed for jail for life. He defended his life and property on Darth, and nearly the same thing popped up as a prospect. Hodon angrily suspected fate and chance of plain conspiracy against him. But there was an interruption. A clanking of arms sounded somewhere nearby. men with long, gruesome, glistening spears came through a doorway.

They stood aside. A girl entered the great hall. More spearmen followed her. They stopped by the door. The girl came across the hall. She was a pretty girl, but Hodan hardly noticed the fact. With so many other things on his mind, he had no time for girls. Thal, behind him, said in a quivering voice,

My Lady Fanny, I beg you to plead with your father for his most faithful retainer." The girl looked surprisingly at him. Her eyes fell on Hodon. She looked interested. Hodon at that moment was very nearly as disgusted and as indignant as a man could be. He did not look romantically at her, which to the Lady Fani, daughter of that Don Loras, who was prince of this and baron of that and so on, was news. He did not look at her at all.

He ground his teeth. "'Don't try to wheedle me, Fani,' snapped down, Loris. "'I am a reasonable man, but I am indulge you too much, even to allowing you to refuse to that young, imbecile gig, with no end of inconvenience as a result, but I will not have you question my decision about Thal and this Hodan person.' The girl said pleasantly, "'Of course not, Father, but what have they done?'

The two of them, snapped. snapped Don Lorrs again. Fought twenty men today and defeated all of them. Thal plundered them, then thirty other men, mounted, tried to avenge the first, and they defeated them also. Thal pluntered eighteen, and all this was permissible, if unlikely. But they did it with stun pistols. Everybody within news-range will talk of it.

They'll know that this Hodan came to Darth to see me. They'll suspect that I imported new weapons for political purposes. They'll guess at a pretty scheme I've had these twenty years.' The girl stood still. A spearman leaned his weapon against the wall, raced across the hall, shifted a chair to a convenient position for the Lady Fani to sit on it, and raced back to his fellows. She sat down. "'But did they really defeat so many?' she asked, marveling. "'That's wonderful. And Thal was undoubtedly fighting a defense of someone you told him to

protect as a lawyer retainer should do, wasn't he? I wish, fumed her father, that you would not throw in irrelevances. I sent him to bring this Haudan here this afternoon, not to massacre my neighbor's retainers, or rather not to massacre them. A little bloodletting would have done no harm, but stunned pistols. He was protecting somebody he was told to protect, said Fani, and this other man, And this, Hodan, Bran Hodan, said her father irritably. Yes, he was protecting himself.

Doubtless he thought he did me a service in doing that. But if he'd only let himself get killed quietly, the whole affair would have been simplified. The lady Fanny said with quiet dignity, By the same reasoning, father, it would simplify things greatly if I let the Lord Geck kidnap me. It's not the same thing at all. At least, said Fani. I would have a pack of spearmen following me about like puppies everywhere I go. It's not the same.

Their breast-smelling of wine, except when they smell of beer, and they breathe very noisily, and it's not— And it's especially unreasonable, said the Lady Fani, with even greater dignity, when you could put Thal and this Hodan person on duty to guard me instead. If they can fight twenty and thirty men at once all by themselves, it doesn't seem to me that you think much of my safety when you want to lie. locked him up somewhere instead of using them to keep your daughter safe from that particularly horrible geck."

Don Loras swore in a cracked voice. Then he said, To end the argument I'll think it over. Until tomorrow. Now go away. Fanny, beaming, rose and kissed him on the forehead. He squirmed. She turned to leave and beckoned casually for Thal and Hodon to follow her.

My chieftain, said Thal tremulously, Do we depart too?" Yes, asked Don Loras. Get out of my sight." Thou moved with agility in the wake of the Lady Fani. Hodan picked up his bag and followed. This, he considered darkly, was in the nature of a reprieve only. And if those three spaceships overhead did come from Walden, but why three?

The Lady Fani went out the door she'd entered by. Some of the spearmen went ahead, and others closed in behind her. Hodon followed. There were stone steps leading upward. They were steep and uneven and interminable. Hodon climbed on aching legs for what seemed ages. Stars appeared. The leading spearmen stepped out on a flagstone level area. When Hodan got there, he saw that they had arrived at the battlements of a high part of the castle wall. Starlight showed a rambling wall of circumvallation, with peaked roofs inside it. He could look down into a courtyard where a fire burned and several men busily did things beside

it. But there were no other lights. Beyond the castle wall the ground stretched away toward a nearby range of rugged low mountains. It was vaguely splotched with different degrees of darkness, where fields and pastures and woodland copses stood. "'Here is a bench,' said Fani cheerfully, and you can sit down beside me and explain things. "'What is your name again? And where did you come from?' "'I'm Bron Hodon,' said Hodon.

He found himself scowling. "'I come from Zan, where everybody is a space pirate. My grandfather heads the most notorious of the pirate gangs.' "'Wonderful,' said Fanny admiringly. "'I knew you couldn't just be an ordinary person, and fight like my father said you did today.' Thal cleared his throat. "'Lady Fanny?'

"'Hush!' said Fanny. You're a nice old fuddy-duddy that father sent to the spaceport because he figured you to be too timid to get into trouble. Hush! To Hodon, she said, interestingly. Now tell me all about the fighting. It must have been terrible. She watched him with her head on one side, expectantly.

The fighting I did today, said Hodan angrily, was exactly as dangerous and as difficult as shooting fish in a bucket. A little more trouble, but not much. Even in the starlight he could see that her expression was more admiring than before. "'I thought you'd say something like that,' she said contentedly. "'Go on.' "'That's all,' said Hodan. "'Quite all?'

"'I can't think of anything else,' he told her. He added, "'I wrote a horse for three hours to-day. I'm not used to it. I ache. Your father is thinking of putting me in a dungeon until some skiing or other of his goes through. I'm disappointed. I'm worried about three lights that went across the sky at sundown, and I'm simply too tired and befuddled for normal conversation. "'Oh,' said Fanny,

"'if I may take my leave,' said Hodan querulously, "'I'll get some rest and do some thinking when I get up. I'll hope to have more entertaining things to say.' He got to his feet and picked up his bag. "'Where do I go?' he asked. Fani regarded him enigmatically. Thal squirmed. Thal will show you, then Fami said deliberately. Ron Hodan, will you fight for me?

Thal plucked anxiously at his arm. Hodon said politely, If it all desirable, yes, but now I must get some sleep. Thank you, said Fani. I am troubled by the Lord Geck. She watched him move away, Thal, moaning softly, went with him down another monstrosity of a stone stairway.

"'Oh, what folly!' mourn't thal. "'I tried to warn you. You would not pay attention. When the Lord Fanny asked if you would fight for her, you should have said if her father permitted you that honor. But you said, yes. The spearman heard you. Now you must either fight the Lord Geck within a night and a day,

or be disgraced.' "'I doubt,' said Hodon entirely, that the obligations of Darthian gentility apply to the grandson of a pirate or an escaped to me. He'd been about to say an escaped criminal from Walden, but caught himself in time. But they do apply, said Thal, shot. A man who has been disgraced has no rights. Any man may plunder him.

Any man may kill him at will. But if he resists plundering or kills anybody else in self-defense, he is hanged. Houdan stopped short in his descent of the uneven stone steps. "'That's me from now on,' he said sardonically. "'Of course, the Lady Fani didn't mean to put me on such a spot. "'You were not polite,' explained Thal. "'She'd persuaded her father out of putting us in a dungeon "'until he thought of us again.

"'You should have at least shown good manners. "'You should have said that you came here across the desert "'and flaming oceans because of the fame of her beauty. "'You might have said you have heard songs of her sweetness "'beside campfires half a world away. "'She might not have believed you, but—' "'Hold it,' said Hodan. "'That's just manners?

What would you say to a girl you really liked?' "'Oh, then,' said Dal, "'you'd get complimentary.' Hodan went heavily down the rest of the steps. He was not in the least pleased. On a strange world with strange customs, and with his weapons losing their charge every hour, he did not need any handicaps. But if he got into a worse than outlawed category such as

Thal described— At the bottom of the stairs, he said, seething. When you've tucked me in bed, go back and ask the Lady Fani to arrange for me to have a horse and permission to go fight this Lord Geck right after breakfast. He was too much enraged to think further. He let himself be led into some sort of quarters, which probably answered Don Loris's description of a cozy dungeon. Thal vanished and came back with ointments for Hodon's blisters, but no food. He explained again that food given to Hodan would make it disgraceful to

cut his throat, and Hodan swore poisonously, but stripped off his garments and smeared himself lavishly where he had lost skin. The ointment stung like fire, and he presently lay awake in a sort of dreary fury, and he was ravenous. It seemed to him that he lay awake for eons, but he must have dozed off because he was awakened by a yell. It was not a complete yell only the first part of one. It stopped in a particularly unpleasant fashion, and its echoes went reverberating through the stony walls of the castle. Hodon was out of bed with a stun pistol in his hand in a hurry, before that first yell was followed by other shouts and outcries, by the clashing of steel upon steel, and all

the frenzy tumult of combat in the dark. The uproar moved. In seconds the sound of fighting came from a plainly different direction, as if a striking force of some sort went rushing through only indifferently defended corridors. It would not pass before Hodan's door, but he growled to himself. On a feudal world, presumably one might expect anything. But there was a certain situation in being here, in which etiquette required a rejected suitor to carry off a certain scornful maiden by force. Some young lordly named Geck had to carry off Fani or be considered.

considered a man of no spirit. A gun went off somewhere. It was a powder gun, exploding violently to send metal bullet somewhere. It went off again. There was an instant almost of silence. Then an intolerable screeching of triumph,

and shrieks of another sword entirely, and the excessively loud clash of arms once more. Odon was clothed now, at least clothed enough to have places to stick stun pistols. He jerked on the door to open it, irritably demanding of himself how he would know which side was which, or for that matter, which side he should fight on. The door was locked.

He raged. He flung himself against it and it barely quivered. It was barred on the outside. He swore in highly indecorous terms and tore his bedstead apart to get a battering ram. The fighting reached a climax. He heard a girl scream, and without question he knew that it was the Lady Fonnie, an equally Equally, without question, he knew that he would fight to keep any girl from being abducted by a man she didn't want to marry.

He swung the log which was the corner post of his bed. Something cracked. He swung again. The sound of battle changed to that of a running fight. The objective of the Raiders had been reached. Having gotten what they came for, and it could only be fanny, they retreated swiftly, fighting only to cover their retreat. and swung his bed-leg with furious anger.

He heard a flurry of yells and sword-strokes, and a fierce, desperate cry from Fani among them. And a plank in his guest-room dungeon-door gave way. He struck again. The running raiders poured past a corner some yards away. He battered and swore, swore and battered as the tumult moved, and he suddenly heard a scurrying thunder of horses' hooves outside the castle altogether. There were yells of derisive triumph, and the pounding, rumbling sound of horses headed away

in the night until it was lost. Still raging inarticulately, Hodon crashed his small log at the door. He was not consciously concerned about the distress Don Loris might feel over the abduction of his daughter. But there is an instinct in most men against the forcing of a girl to marriage against her will. Hodon battered at his door. him the castle began to hum like a hive of bees.

Women cried out or exclaimed, and men shouted furiously to one another. An off-duty fighting men came belatedly, looking for somebody to fight, dragging weapons behind them and not knowing where to find enemies. Ron Hodon probably made as much noise as any for them. Somebody brought a light somewhere near. It shone through the cracks in the splintered planks. He could see to aim. He smote savagely and the door came apart.

It fell outward, and he found himself in the corridor outside, being stared at by complete strangers. "'It's the engineer,' someone explained to someone else. I saw him when he rode with Thal.' "'I want Thal,' said Hodon coldly. "'I want a dozen horses. I want men to ride them with me.' He pushed his way forward, which way to the stables?

But then he went back and picked up his bag of stun pistols. His air was purposeful, and his manner furious. The retainers of Don Loras were in an extremely apologetic frame of mind. The Lady Fani had been carried off into the night by a raiding party undoubtedly led by Lord Geck. The defenders of the castle hadn't prevented it, so there was no special reason to obey Hodan, but there was every reason to seem to be doing something useful. He found himself almost swept along by agitated retainers trying to look as if they were about

a purposeful affair. They went down a long ramp, calling uneasily to each other. They eddied around a place where two men lay quite still on the floor. Then there were shouts of, "'Tal! This way, Thal!' And Hodan found himself in a small stone-walled courtyard doubtless inside a sally port. It was filled with milling figures and many waving torches.

And there was Thal, desperately pale and frightened. him, there was Don Loris, his eyes burning and his hands twitching, literally speechless from fury. "'Pick a dozen men, Thal,' commanded Hodon. "'Get him on horses. Get a horse for me, damn it. I'll show them how to use stun pistols as we ride.' Thal panted, shaking.

"'They hemstrung most of the horses!' "'Get the ones that are left,' barked Hodan. He suddenly raged at Don Loris. Here's another time stun pistols get used on Darth. to this if you want to. Hoofbeats. Thal on a horse that shied and reared at the flames in confusion. Other horses, skittish and scared, with the smell of spilled blood in their nostrils, fighting the men who led them, their eyes rolling. Thal called names as he looked about him. There was plenty of

light. As he called the name, a man climbed on a horse. Men thrust swords, spears, all manner of weapons upon them. Some of the chosen men swaggered because of their choice. Some looked woefully unhappy, but with Don Loras glaring franzedly upon them in the smoky glare, no man refused. Hodon climbed ungracefully upon the mount that four or five men held for him. Thal, with a fine sense of drama, seized a torch and waved it above his head. There was a vast creaking, and an unsuspected gate opened. Thal rode out with a great clattering of hoofs, and the others rode out after.

There were lights everywhere about the castle now. All along the battlements men had set light to fire-baskets and lowered them partway down the walls, to disclose any attacking force which might have dishonorable intentions toward the stronghold. Others wave torches from the battlements. Thal swung his torch and pointed to the ground. "'They rode here,' he called the Hodan. "'They ride for Gex Castle?'

Hodon said angrily. "'Put out that light. Do you want to advertise how few we are and what we're doing?' Here, right close. Thal flung down the torch and horses trotted underfoot as the knot of men rode on. Thal boomed, The pinging should be good, ah? Why do you want me?

You've got to learn something, snapped Hodan. Here, this is a stun pistol. It's set for single shot firing only. You hold it so, with your finger along this rod. You point your finger at a man and pull this trigger. The pistol will buzz briefly. You let the trigger loose and point it at another man and pull the trigger again. Understand? Don't try to use it over ten yards. You're no marksman. There, on a galloping

horse beside Hodon in the darkness, Thal zestfully repeated his lesson. Show another man and send him to me for a pistol, Hodon commanded curtly. I'll be showing others. He turned to the man who rode too close to his left. Before he had fully instructed that man, another clamored for a weapon on his right. This was hardly adequate training in the use of modern weapons. For that matter, Hodon was hardly qualified to give military instruction. He'd only gone on two pirate voyages himself, but little boys on Zahn played it pirate, in dutiful emulation of their parents. At least the possibilities of stun guns were envisioned in their childish games. So Hodan knew more about how to fight with stun pistols

than somebody who knew nothing at all. The band of pursuing horsemen pounded through the dark night under strangely patterned stars. Hodon held onto his saddle and barked out instructions to teach Darthians how to shoot. He felt very queer. He began to worry, but the lights of Don Loris's castle long vanished behind. He began to realize how very small his troop was. Thal had said something about horses being hamstrung. There must then have been two attacking parties.

One swarmed into the stables to draw all the defending retainers there. the other poured over a wall, or in-through a bribed open Sally Port, and rushed for the Lady Fani's apartments. The point was that the attackers had made sure there could be only a token pursuit. They knew they were many times stronger than any who might come after them. It would be absurd for them to flee. Hodan kicked his horse and got up to the front of the column of riders in the night. "'Tal!' he snapped. They'll be idiots if they keep on running away.

Now they're too far off to worry about men on foot. They'll stop and wait for us. Most of them, anyhow. We're riding into an ambush. Good pickings, eh? said Dal. Idiot, yelped Hodan. Those men know you. You know what I can do with stun pistols.

Tell them we're riding into ambush. They're to follow close behind us, too. Tell them they're not to shoot anybody more than five yards off and not coming at them. And if any man stops to plunder, I'll kill him personally. Thal gaped at him. Not stop to plunder? Geck won't, snapped Hodan.

He'll take Fonny onto his castle, leaving most of his men behind to massacre us. Thal reigned aside, and Hodan pounded on at the head of the tiny troop. This was the second time in his life he'd been on a horse. It was too, too many. This adventure was not exhilarating. It came into his mind, depressingly, that supposedly stirring action like this was really no more satisfying than piracy. Fonnie had tricked him into a fix in which he had fight Gacker be disgraced,

and to be disgraced on Darth was equivalent to suicide. His horse came to a gentle rise in the ground. It grew steeper. The horse slacked in its galloping. The incline grew steeper still. The horse slowed to a walk. which it pursued with a rhythmically tossing head. It was only less uncomfortable than a gallop.

The dim outline of trees appeared overhead. Perfect place for an ambush, Hodon reflected dowerly. He got out a stun pistol. He set the stud for continuous fire, something he hadn't dared trust to the others. His horse breasted the rise. There was a yell ahead and dim figures plunged toward him. He painstakingly made ready to swing his stun pistol from his extreme right, across the

space before him, and all the way to the extreme left. The pistol should be capable of continuous fire for four seconds. But it was operating on stored charge. He didn't dare count on more than three. He pulled the trigger. The stun pistol hummed, though its noise was inaudible through the yells of the charging partisans of the Lord Geck. End of Chapter 4.

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You, censored, deleted, omitted, unprintability. He roared, get back up on your horse, or I'll blast you and leave you for Gexmen to handle when they're able to move about again. Get back on that horse. One, two. The man got back on the horse. Now go on ahead, rapsed Hodon.

All of you, I'm going to count you. The dozen horsemen from Don Loris' stronghold rode reluctantly on ahead. He did count them. He rode on, shepherding them before him. Gack, he told him in a blood-curdling tone, has a bigger prize than any cash you'll ever plunder from one of his shot-down retainers. He's got the Lady Fani.

He won't stop before he has her behind castle walls. We've got to catch up with him. Do you want to try to climb into his castle by your fingernails? You'll do it if he gets there first. The horses moved a little faster. Thal said with surprising humility, "'If we force our horses too much, they'll be exhausted before we can catch up.'

"'Figure it out,' snapped Hodon. "'We have to catch up.' He settled down to more of the acute discomfort that writing was to him. He did not think again of the ambush. It had happened, and it had failed. Four-fifths of the raiding party that had fought its way into Don Loras's stronghold and out again had been waiting for pursuers atop a certain bit of rising ground. They'd known their pursuers must come this way.

There were certain passes through the low but rugged hills. One went this way or that, but no other. Their blood already warmed by past fighting, when Hodan and his dozen seemed to ride right into destruction, they flung themselves into a charge. But Hodon had a stun pistol set for continuous fire. He used it like a hose or a machine gun, painstakingly sweeping it across the night before him, neither too fast nor too slowly. It affected the rushing followers of Lord Geck exactly as if it had been an oversized meat-chopper.

They went down. three men remained in their saddles. They'd probably been sheltered by the bodies of men ahead. Hodon attended to those three with individual, personalized, stunned pistol bolts, and immediately had trouble with his men, who wanted to dismount and plunder their fallen enemies. He wouldn't even let them collect the horses of the men now out of action. It would cost time, and Geck wouldn't be losing any that he could help. With a raging, trembling girl as prisoner, most men would want to get her behind battlements as soon as possible. But Hodan knew that his party was slowed down by him.

Presently, he began to feel bitterly sure that Geck would reach his castle before he was overtaken. This place he's heading for, he said discouragingly to Thal. Any chance of our rushing it? Oh, no, said Thal dofully. Ten men could hold it against a thousand. Then can't we make better time? Thal said resignedly, Gek probably had fresh horses waiting so he could keep on at top speed in his flight.

I doubt we will catch him now. The Lady Fani, said Haudan bitterly, has put me in a fix so if I don't fight him I'm ruined. Disgrace, corrected Thal, he said mournfully, it's the same thing. Gloom descended on the whole party as it filled their leaders. the pace of the horses slacken still more. They had done well, but a horse that can cover fifty miles a day at its own gate can be exhausted in ten or less, if pushed. By the time Hodan and his men were within two miles of Geck's castle, their mounts were

extremely reluctant to move faster than a walk. At a mile they were kept in motion only by kicks. The route they followed was specific. There was no choice of routes here in the hills. They could only follow every twist and turn of the trail, among steep mountain flanks and minor peaks. But suddenly they came to a clear wide valley, yellow cressets burned at its upper end, no more than half a mile distant.

They showed a castle gate open, with the last of a party of horsemen filing into it. Even as Hodon swore the gate closed, faint shouts of triumph came from inside the castle walls to the completely frustrated pursuers without. I'd have bet on this, said Haudan miserably. Stop here, Thal. Pick out a couple of your more hang-dog characters and fix them up with their hands apparently tied behind their backs.

We'll take a breather for five minutes. No more. He would not let any man dismount. He shifted himself about on his own saddle, trying to find a comfortable way to sit in it. He failed. At the end of five minutes he gave him. orders. There were still shouts occasionally from within Geck's castle. They had that

unrhythmic frequency, which suggested that they were responses to his speech. Geck was making a fine, dramatic spectacle of his capture of an unwilling bride. He was addressing his retainers and saying that through their fine loyalty, cooperation, and willingness to risk all for their chieftain, they now had the Lady Fani to be their chattelaine. He thanked them from the bottom of his heart, and they were invited to the official wedding, which would take place sometime tomorrow, most likely. Before the speech was quite finished, however, Hodon and his weary following rode up into the patch of light cast by the cressets outside the walls.

Thal bellowed to the battlements. "'Prisnors!' he roared, according to the instructions from Hodon. "'We got some prisoners in the ambush. They got fancy news. Tell Lord Gecky'd better get their story right off. No time to waste. Urgent! Hodon played the part of one prisoner,

just in case anybody noticed from above, that one man rode as if either entirely unskilled in writing or else injured in a fight. He heard shoutings over the walls. He glared at his men, and they drooped in their saddles. The gate creaked open, and the horsemen from Don Loris's castle filed inside. They showed no elation,

because Hodan had promised to ram a spear shaft its full length down the throat of any man who gave away his stratagem ahead of time. The gate closed behind them. Men appeared to take their horses. This could have revealed that the newcomers were strangers, but Gek would have recruited new and extra retainers for the emergency of tonight. There would be many strange faces in his castle just now. Good fighter!

"'Bellowed an ancient long-haired retainer with a wine-bottle in his hand. "'Good fight,' agreed Thal. "'Good plunder, eh?' "'Belloed the ancient above the heads of the younger men. "'Like the good old days!' "'Better!' boomed thou. At just this instant the young Lord Geck appeared. There were scratches on his cheek,

acquired during the ride with Fani across his saddle-bowl. He looked thrilled by his victory, but uneasy about his prize. "'What's this about prisoners? with fancy news," he demanded. What is it?" Don Loris, whooped Thal. Long live the Lady Fadi! Hodan painstakingly opened fire, with the continuous fire-stud of this pistol, his third

to-night pressed down. The merry-makers in the courtyard wavered and went down in windrows. Thal opened fire with a stun pistol. The others bellowed and began to fling bolts at every living thing they saw. To the Lady Fon! Rasped Hodon, getting off his horse with as many creakings as the castle gate. His followers now rushed, dismounting where they had to. They fired with reckless abandon.

A stun pistol, which does not kill, imposes few restraints upon its user. If you shoot somebody who doesn't need to be shot, he may not like it, but he isn't permanently harmed. So the twelve who'd followed Hodon poured in what would have been a murderous fire if they'd been shooting bullets. But was no worse than devastating, as matters. stood. There were screams and flight and utterly hopeless defiances by sword-armed and spear-armed

men. In instance, Hodon went limping into the castle with Thal by his side, searching for Fani. Geck had not fallen at the first fire. He vanished, and the castle was plainly fallen, and he made no attempt to lead resistance against its invaders. Hodon's men went raging happily through corridors and halls as they came to them. They used their stun pistols with zest and at such close quarters with considerable effect. Hodon heard Fani scream angrily, and he and Thal went swiftly to see.

They came upon the young Lord Keck trying to let Fani down out of a window on a rope. He undoubtedly intended to follow her and complete his abduction on the run. But Fani bit him, and Hodan said vexedly, "'Lukir, it seems I'm disgraced if I don't fight you somehow.' The young Lord Geck rushed him, soared out, eyes blazing in a fine frenzy of despair. Hodon brought him down with the buzz of the stun gun. One of Hodon's followers came hunting for him. "'Said,' he sputtered, "'we've got the Garrison cornered in their quarters and we've

been picking them off through the windows, and they think they're dropping dead and want to surrender. Shall we let them?' "'By all means,' Hodan said irritably, and Thal, go get something heavier than a nightgown for the Lady Fani to wear, and then do what plundering is practical. but I want to be out of here in half an hour, understood." "'I'll attend to the costume,' said the lady Fanny, vengefully. You cut his throat while I'm getting dressed."

She nodded at the unconscious Lord Gek on the pavement. She disappeared through a door nearby. Hodon could guess that Gek would have prepared something elaborate in the way of a Trousseau for the bride he was to carry screaming from her home. Somehow it was the sort of thing a D'Artine would do. Now Fani would enjoyably attire herself in the best of it while— Thal, said Hodan. Help me get this character into a closet somewhere.

He's not to be killed. I don't like him. But at this moment I don't like anybody very much, and I won't play favorites. Thal dragged the insensible young nobleman into the next room. Hodan locked the door and pocketed the key as Fani came into view again. She was splendidly attired now, in brocade and jewels. had evidently hoped to placate her after marriage by things of that sort and had spent lavishly on them.

Now, throughout the castle, there were many and diverse noises. Sometimes, not often, there was still the crackling hum of a stun pistol. There were many more exuberant shoutings. They apparently had to do with loot. There was some squealings in female voices, but many more giggling. I need not say, said the Lady Fahney with dignity, that they thank you very very very much, but I do say so." "'You're quite welcome,' said Hodan politely.

"'And what are you going to do now?' "'I imagine,' said Hodan, "'that we'll go down into the courtyard where our horses are. I gave my men half an hour to loot in. During that half hour I shall sit down on something which will, I hope, remain perfectly still. "'And I may,' he added morbidly, eat an apple. I've had nothing to eat since I landed on Darth. People don't want to commit themselves to not cutting my throat. But after half an hour we'll leave.

The Lady Fani looked sympathetic. But the castle surrendered to you, she protested. You hold it. Aren't you going to try to keep it? There are a good many unpleasant characters out yonder, said Hodan, waving his hand at the great outdoors. Who've reasoned to dislike me very much? They'll be anxious to express their emotions, when they feel up to it. I want to dodge them, and presently the people in this castle will realize that even

stun pistols can't keep on shooting indefinitely here. I don't want to be around when that occurs to them." He offered his arm with a reasonably grand air, and went limping with her down to the courtyard just inside the gate. Two of Don Loris's retainers staggered into view as they arrived, piling up plunder which ranged from a quarter keg of wine to a mass of frothy stuff which must be female garments. They went away, and other men arrived loaded down with their own accumulations of loot. Some of the local inhabitants looked on with uneasy indignation.

Hodan found a bench and sat down. He conspicuously displayed one of the weapons which had captured the castle. Gex defeated retainers looked at him darkly. "'Bring me something to eat,' commanded Hodan. "'Then, if you bring fresh horses for my men, and one extra for each to carry his plunder on, I'll take them away. I'll even throw in the Lord Geck, who is now unharmed but with his life in the balance. Otherwise, he moved the pistol suggestively.

The normal inhabitants of Geck's castle moved away, discussing the situation in subdued voices. The Lady Fonny sat down proudly on the bench beside him. "'You are wonderful,' she said with conviction. "'I used to cherish that illusion myself,' said Hodan. But nobody before it in all Dorothy in history has ever fought twenty men, and then thirty men, and destroyed an ambush and captured a castle all in one day.' "'And without a meal,' said Hoddon darkly, "'and with a lot of blisters.'

He considered. Somebody came running with bread and cheese and wine. He bit into the bread and cheese. After a moment he said, his mouth full, "'I once saw a man perform the unparallel feet of jumping over nine barrels placed in a row.' It had never been done before, but I didn't envy him. I never wanted to jump overnight barrels and roll. In the same way, I never especially wanted to fight other men or break up ambushes or capture castles. I want to do what I want to do, not what other people happen to admire.

Then what do you want to do? she asked admiringly. I'm not sure now, said Haudan gloomily. He took a fresh bite. But a little while ago I wanted to do some interesting. and useful things in electronics, and get reasonably rich, and marry a delightful girl, and become a prominent citizen on Walden. I think I'll settle for another planet now. My father will make you rich," said the girl probably.

You saved me from being married to Geck." Odon shook his head. "'I've got my doubts,' he said. He had a scheme to import a lot of stun pistols and arm his retainers with them. Then he meant to rush the spaceport and have me set up a broadcast power unit that'll keep them charged all the time. Then he'd sit back and enjoy life holding the spaceport. Nobody else could get stun weapons and nobody could resist his retainers who had him, so he'd

be top man on dark. He'd have exactly as much power as he chose to seize. I think he'd cherish that little idea. And I've given advanced publicity to stun pistols. Now he hasn't a ghost of chance pulling it off. I'm afraid he'll be displeased with me. "'I can take care of that,' said Fani confidently. She did not question that her father would be displeased.

"'Maybe you can,' said Haudan. But though he's kept a daughter, he's lost a dream, and that's bereavement. I know.' Horses came plodding into the courtyard with Gex retainers driving them. They were anxious to get rid of their conquerors. Hodon's men came trickling back with arms full of plunder to add to the piles they'd previously gathered. Thal took charge, commanding the exchange of saddles from tired to fresh horses, and that

the booty be packed on the extra mounts. It was time. Nine of the dozen looters were at work on the task when there was a tumult back at the castle. Yellings in the clash of steel. Hodan shook his head. Bad. Somebody's pistol went empty and the local voice found it out. Now I'll have to fight some more.

No. He beckoned to a listening, tense, resentful inhabitant to the castle. He held up the key of the room in which he'd locked the young Geck. "'Now open the castle gate,' he commanded, "'and fetch out my last three men, and we'll leave without setting fire to anything. The Lord Geck would like it that way. He's locked up in a room that's particularly inflammable.' The last statement was a guess only, but Geck's retainer looked horrified.

He bellowed. There was a subtle change in the bitterly hostile atmosphere. Men came angrily to help load the spare horses. Hodon's last three men came out of a corridor, wiping blood from various scratches, and complaining plaintively that their pistols had shot empty, and they had to defend themselves with knives. Three minutes later, the cavalcade rode out of the castle gate and away into the darkness. Hodon had arrived here when Geck was inside with Fani as his prisoner, when there was only a dozen men without and at least a hundred inside to defend the walls, and the castle was considered

impregnable. In half an hour, Hodon's followers had taken the castle, rescued Fani, looted it superficially, gotten fresh horses for themselves and spare ones for their plunder, and were headed away again. In only one respect were they worse off than when they arrived. Some stunned pistols were empty. Hodon searched the sky and pieced together the star pattern he'd noted before. "'Hold it,' he said sharply to Thal. We don't go back the same way we came.

The gang that ambushed us will be stirring around again, and we haven't got full stunt pistols now. We make a wide circle around those characters. Why? demanded Thal. There are only so many passes. The only other one is three times as long, and it is disgraceful to avoid a fight. Tahl! snapped an icy voice from beside Hodan. You have an order.

Obey it! Even in the darkness, Hodan could see Thal jump. "'Yes, my Lady Vani,' said Thal shakily. "'But we go a long distance roundabout.' The direction of motion through the night now changed. The long line of horses moved in deepest darkness, lessened only by the light of many stars. Even so, in time one's eyes grew accustomed, and it was a glamorous spectacle. Twenty-eight beasts, moving through dark defiles and over-steep passes among the rugged, ragged

From any one spot they seemed at once to swagger and to slink, swaying as they moved on and vanished into obscurity. The small wild things in the night paused affrightedly in their scurings until they had gone far away. Fanny said in a soft voice, This is nice. What's nice about it? demanded Odon.

Writing like this, said Fani enthusiastically, with men who have fought for me to guard me in the darkness. with the leader who has rescued me by my side, underneath the stars. It's a delicious feeling.' "'You're used to riding horseback,' said Hodan dowerly. He rode on, while mountains stabbed skyward in the past they followed wound this way and that, and he knew that it was very roundabout way indeed, and he had unpleasing prospects to make it seem less satisfying, even, than it would have been otherwise.

But they came at last to a narrow defile which opened out before them, and there were no more mountains ahead but only foothills. And there, far and far away, they could see the sky as vaguely brighter. As they went on, indeed, a glory of red and golden colourings appeared on the horizon. And out of that magnificence three bright lights suddenly darted. In strict V formation they flashed from the sun-wereignoration they flashed from the sun-worned. sunrise toward the west. They went overhead, more brilliant than the brightest stars, and when partway down to the horizon they suddenly winked out.

"'What on earth are they?' demanded Fanny. I never saw anything like that before. "'There are spaceships in orbit,' said Hodon. He was as astounded as the girl, but for a different reason. I thought they'd be landed by now. It changed everything. He could not see what the change amounted to. The change there was.

For one thing. We're going to the spaceport," he told Thal curtly. We'll recharge our stun pistols there. I thought those ships had landed. They haven't. Now we'll see if we can keep them aloft. How far to the landing grid? You insisted, complained Thal, that we go back to Don Loris's castle by the way we

are left it. There are only so many passes through the hills. The only other one is very long. We are only four miles. Then we head there right now. snapped Odon, and we step up the speed. He barked commands to his followers. Thal, puzzled what in dread of acid comment from Fonny, bustled up and down the line

of men, insisting on a faster pace. And the members of the cavalcade had not pushed these animals as they had their first. Even the lead horses, loaded with loot, managed to get up a respectable ambling trot. The sunrise proceeded. Due upon the straggly grass became visible. drops appeared as gems upon the grass blades, and then began gradually to vanish as the sun's disk showed itself. Then the angular metal framework of the landing grid rose dark against the sunrise sky.

When they rode up to it, Hodon reflected that it was the only really civilized structure on the planet. Architecturally, it was surely the least pleasing. It had been built when Darth was first settled on, and when ideas of commerce and interstellar trade seemed reasonable. It was half a mile high and built of massive metal beams. It loomed hugely overhead when the double file of shaggy horses trotted under its lower arches and across the grass-grown space within it.

Odon headed purposefully for the control shed. There was no sign of movement anywhere. The steeply gabled roofs of the nearby town showed only the fluttering of tiny birds. No smoke rose from chimneys. yet the slanting morning sunshine was bright. As Hodan actually reached the control shed, he saw a sleepy man in the act of putting a key in the door. He dismounted within feet of that man, who turned and blinked sleepily at him and then immediately

looked the reverse of cordial. It was the red-headed man he'd stung with a stun pistol the day before. I've come back, said Hodan, for a few more kilowatts. The red-headed man swore angrily. "'Hash!' said Hodon gently. The Lady Fani is with us. The red-headed man jerked his head around and paled. Thal glowered at him.

Others of Don Loris's retainers shifted their position significantly to make their oversized spelt knives handier. "'We'll come in,' said Hodon. Thal, collect the pistols and bring them inside. Fani swung lightly to the ground and followed him in. She looked curiously at the cables and instrument boards and switches inside. On one wall a red light pulsed and went out, and pulsed again. The red-headed man looked at it.

You're being called, said Hodan. Don't answer it. The red-headed man scowled. Fowl came in with an armful of stun pistols in various stages of discharge. Hodan briskly broke the butt of one of his own and presented it to the terminals he'd used the day before. He's not to touch anything, Thal," said Hodon. To the red-headed man he observed.

I suspect that call's been coming in all night. Something was in orbit at sundown. You closed up shop and went home early, eh? Why not? Rasp the red-haired man. There's only one ship a month." Sometimes, said Hodon, there are specials. But I commend your negligence.

It was probably good for me. He charged one pistol and snapped its butt shut. snapped open another and charged it. There was no difficulty, of course. In minutes all the pistols he brought from Walden were ready for use again. He tucked away as many as he could conveniently carry on his person. He handed the rest to Thau. He went competently to the pulsing call signal.

He put headphones to his ears. He listened. His expression became extremely strange, as if he did not quite understand nor wholly believe what he heard. "'A odd,' he said mildly. He considered for a moment or two. Then he rummaged around in the drawer of desks. He found wire clips.

He began to snip wires in half. The red-headed man started forward automatically. Take care of him, Thal, said Hodan. He cut the microwave receiver free of its wires and cables. He lifted it experimentally and opened part of its case to make sure the thermal battery that would power it in an emergency was there and in working order. It was. "'Put this on a horse, Thal,' commanded Hodan.

We're taking it up to Don Loris's. The red-headed man's mouth dropped open. He said stridently, "'Hey, you can't do that!' Hodon turned upon him and said sourly, "'A right, you can. I'm not trying to stop you with all those hard cases outside.' "'You can build another in a week,' said Hodan kindly. "'You must have spare parts.'

Thal carried the communicator outside. Hodon opened a cabinet, threw switches, and painstakingly cut and snipped and snipped at a tangle of wires within. "'Just your instrumentation,' he explained to the appalled red-head man. "'You won't use the grid until you've fixed this, too. A few days of harder work than you're used to, that's all.' He led the way out again, and on his way explained to Fani, "'Pretty old-fashioned job this grid.

They make simpler ones nowadays. They'll be able to repair it, though, in time. Now we go back to your father's castle. He may not be pleased, but he should be mollified. He saw Fani mount lightly into her own saddle and shook his head gloomily. He climbed clumsily into his own. They moved off to return to Don Loris's stronghold. Hodon suffered.

They reached the castle before noon, and the sight of the Lady Fani riding beside a worn-out Hodon was productive of enthusiasm and loud cheers. The loot displayed by the return wayfarers increased the rejoicing. There was envy among the men who had stayed behind. There was respectfully admiring looks cast upon Hodan. He had displayed, in furnishing opportunities for plunder, the most admired equality a leader of futile fighting men could show.

The Lady Fani beamed as she and Thal and Hodon, all very dusty and travel-stained, presented themselves to her father in the castle's great hall. "'Here is your daughter, sir,' said Hodan, and yawned. "'I hope there won't be any further trouble with Geck. We took his castle and looted it a little and brought back some extra horses. Then we went to the spaceport. I recharged my stunt pistols and put the landing grid out of order for the time being. I brought away the communicator there.'

He yawned again. "'There's something highly improper going up, just beyond the atmosphere. There are three ships up there in orbit, and they're all trying to be able to be able to called a spaceport in non-regulation fashion. It's possible that some of your neighbors would be interested, so I postponed everything until I could get some sleep. It seemed to me that when better skull-dugries are concocted, that Don Loris and his associates ought to concoct them.

And if you'll excuse me, he moved away, practically dead on his feet. If he had been accustomed to horseback riding, he would not have been so exhausted, but now he yawned and yawned. Thal took him to a room quite different from the guest-room dungeon to which he'd been taken the night before. He noted that the door this time opened inward. He braced chairs against it to make sure that nobody could open it from without. He lay down and slept heavily.

He was waked by loud poundings. He roused himself enough to say sleepily. "'You what?' "'The light in the sky!' cried Fanny's voice outside the door. "'The ones you say are spaceships. It's sunset again, and I just saw them, but they're on three. Now—now there are nine." "'All right,' said Hodan.

He lay down his head again and thrust it into his pillow. Then he was suddenly very wide awake indeed. He sat up with a start. Nine spaceships. That wasn't possible. That would be a space fleet. And there were no space fleets. Walden would certainly have never sent more than one ship to demand his surrender to its

police. The space patrol never needed more than one ship anywhere. Commerce wouldn't cause ships to travel in company. Piracy. There couldn't be a pirate fleet. There'd never be enough loot anywhere to keep it in operation. Nine spaceships at one time, traveling in orbit around a primitive planet like Darth, a fleet of spaceships.

It couldn't happen. Houdon couldn't conceive of such a thing. But a recently developed pessimism suggested that since everything else to date had been to his disadvantage, this was probably a catastrophe also. He groaned and lay down to sleep again. End of Chapter 5. Chapter 6 of The Pirates of Versatz. This Lieber-Vox recording is in the public domain.

The Pirates of Ersats by Murray Leinster. Chapter 6. When frantic bangings on the propped shut door awakened him next morning, he confusedly imagined that they were noises in the communicator headphones, and until he heard heard his name called, tried trarily to make sense of them. But suddenly he opened his eyes. Someone banged on the door once more. A voice cried angrily,

"'Bran Hodon, wake up or I'll go away and that whatever happens to you happen. Wake up!' It was the voice of the Lady Fani, at once indignant and tearful and solicitous and angry. He rolled out of bed and found himself dressed. He hadn't slept the full night. At one time he couldn't rest for thinking about the sounds in the communicator when he listened at the spaceport. He listened again, and what he heard made him get his clothes on for action.

That was when he heard a distinctly Waldinian voice speaking communication speech with crisp distinctness, calling the landing grid. The other voices were not Waldenian ones, and he grew dizzy trying to figure them out. He was clothed and ready to do whatever proved necessary when he realized that he had the landing grid receiver, that there would be no reception even of the Waldinian call until the landing grid crew had built another one out of spare parts in store, and even then couldn't do much until they painfully sorted out and re-spliced all the tangled wires that Hodon had cut.

That had to be done before the grid could be used again. He'd gone back to sleep when he tried to make sense of things. Now, long after daybreak, he shook himself and made sure a stun pistol was handy. Then he said, "'Hello, I'm awake. What's up? Why all the noise?' "'Come out of there!' cried Fani's voice, simultaneously exasperated and filled with anxiety. "'Things are happening.

Somebody's here from Walden. They want you!' Hodan could not believe it. It was too unlikely, but he opened the door and Thal came in, and Fani followed. "'Good morning,' said Hodan automatically. Thal said mournfully. "'Ab bad morning, Brunhododon. A bad morning. Men from Walton came riding over the hills.'

"'How many?' "'Two!' cried Fanny angrily. "'A fat man in a uniform and a young man who looks like he wants to cry. They had an escort of retainers from one of my father's neighbors. They were stopped at the gate, of course, and they sent a written message in to my father. and he had them brought inside right away. Udan shook his head. They probably said that I'm a criminal

and that I should be sent back to Walden. How'd they get down? The landing grid isn't working. Fani said viciously. They landed in something that used rockets. It came down close to a castle over that way, only six or seven miles from the spaceport. They asked for you.

They said you'd have landed in the last liner from Walden. And because you and Thal fought so splendid, why everyone's talking about you. So the chieftain over there accepted a present of money from them, and gave them horses as a return gift, and sent them here with a guard. Thal talked to the guards. The men from Walden have promised huge gifts of money, if they help take you back to the thing that uses rockets. I suspect, said Hodan, that would be a spaceboat, a lifeboat. Huh. Yes. With a built-in tool-steel cell to keep me from ten.

telling anybody how to make—he stopped and grimaced. If they had time to build one in, that's certain. They'd take me to the spaceport in a soundproof can, and I'd be hauled back to Walden in it. Fine. What are you going to do?" asked Fani anxiously. O'Don's ideas were not clear. But Darth was not a healthy place for him.

It was extremely likely, for example, that Don Loras would feel that the very bad jolt he'd given that astute schemers' plans, by using stun pistols at the spaceport, had been neatly cancelled out by his rescue of Fani. He would regard Hodan with a mingled gratitude and aversion that would amount to calm detachment. Don Loras could not be counted on as a really warm personal friend. On the other hand, the social system of Darth was not favorable to a stranger with an already lurid reputation for fighting, but whose weapon would be useless unless frequently recharged. And who couldn't count on that as a steady thing?

As a practical matter, his best bet was probably to investigate the nine inexplicable ships overhead. They hadn't cooperated with the Waldinians. It could be inferred that no confidential relationship existed up there. It was possible that the nine ships and the Waldinians didn't even know of each other's presence. There is a lot of room in space. If both called on ship frequency and listened on ground frequency, they would not have picked up each other summons to the ground. "'You've got to do something,' insisted Fani.

"'I saw father talking to them. He looked happy, and he never looks happy unless he's planning some skull-duggery.' "'I think,' said Hodon, "'that'll have some breakfast, if I may, as soon as I fasten up my ship-bag.' Thal said mournfully, "'If anything happens to you, something will happen to me too, because I helped you.' "'Breakfast first,' said Hodon. "'That, as I understand it, should make it disgraceful for your father to have my throat cut.'

"'But beyond that,' he said gloomily, "'thal get a couple of horses outside the wall. We may need to ride somewhere. I am very much afraid we will, but first I'd like to have some breakfast.' Fani said disappointingly, But aren't you going to face them, the men from Walden? You could shoot them. O'Don shook his head.

It wouldn't solve anything. Anyhow, a practical man like your father won't sell me out before he's sure I can't pay off better. I'll bet on a conference with me before he makes a deal. Fani stomped her foot. Outrageous, think what you saved me from. But she did not question the possibility, Hodon observed. A practical man can always make what he wants to do look like a noble sacrifice of personal inclinations to the welfare of the community.

I've decided that I've got to be practical myself. And that's one of the rules. How about breakfast? He strapped the shipbag shut on the stun pistols his pockets would not hold. He made a minor adjustment to the space communicator. It was not ruined, but nobody else could use it much without labor finding out what he'd done. This was a sort of thing his grandfather on Zan would have advised. His grandfather's views were explicit.

Helping one's neighbor, he'd said frequently in Hodon's hearing while Hodon was a youth, is all right, it's a two-way job. But maybe he's laying for you. You get a chance to fix him so he can't do you no harm, and you're a lot better off. And he's a hell of a lot better neighbor. This was definitely true of the men from Walden. Hodan guessed that Derek was one of them. The other would represent the police or the planetary government.

It was probably just as true of Don Loras and others. Odon found himself disapproving of the way the cosmos was designed. Even though presently he sat at breakfast high up on the battlements and Fani looked at him with interesting anxiety, he was filled with forebodings. The future looked dark. Yet what he asked of fate and chance was so simple. He asked only a career and riches and a delightful girl to marry and the admiration of his fellow citizens.

Trivial things! But it looked like he'd have to do battle for even such minor gifts of destiny. Fanny watched him breakfast. I don't understand you, she complained. Anybody else would be proud of what he'd done and angry with my father. "'Or, don't you think he'll act ungratefully?' "'Of course I do,' said Hodan. "'Then why aren't you angry?'

"'I'm hungry,' said Hodan. "'And you take it for granted that I want to be properly grateful,' said Fani in one breath. "'And yet you haven't shown the least appreciation of my getting two horses over in that patch of woodland yonder,' she pointed, and Hodan nodded. "'And having thaw there with orders to serve you faithfully.' She stopped short. Don Loris appeared, beaming. At the top of the steps leading here from the great hall where conferences took place.

He regarded Hodan benignly. "'This is a very bad business, my dear fellow,' he said benevolently. "'Has Fanny told you of the people who have arrived from Walton in search of you? They tell me terrible things about you.' "'Yes,' said Hodan. He prepared a roll for biting. He said, One of them, I think, is named Derek.

He's to identify me so good money isn't wasted paying for the wrong man. The other man's police, isn't he? He reflected a moment. If I were you, I'd start talking at a million credits. You might get half that. He bit into the roll as Don Loris looked shocked. Do you think? he asked indignantly, that I would give up the rescuer of my daughter to emissaries from a foreign planet

to be locked in a dungeon for life? Not in those words, conceded Hodon, but, after all, despite your deep gratitude to me, there are such things as one's duty to humanity as a whole, and while it would cause you bitter anguish if someone dear to you represented a danger to millions of innocent women and children, still, under such circumstances, you might feel it necessary to do violence to your own emotions. Don Loras looked at him with abrupt suspicion. O'Don waived the roll. "'Moreover,' he observed,

"'gratitude for actions done on Darth "'does not entitle you to judge of my actions on Walden. "'While you might and even should feel obligated "'to defend me in all things I have done on Darth, "'your obligation to me does not let you deny "'that I may have acted less defensively on Walden.' "'Don Loras looked extremely uneasy. "'I may have thoughts of something like that,' he admitted.

"'But—' "'So that I have had. said Hodan, While your debt to me cannot and should not be overlooked, nevertheless, Hodon put the roll into his mouth and spoke less clearly. You feel that you should give consideration to the claims of Walden to inquire into my actions while there." He chewed and swallowed and said gravely,

And can I make death phrase? Don Loris brightened. He drew a deep breath of relief. He said complainingly, I don't see why you're so sarcastic. Yes, that is a rather important question, you see. On Walden, they don't know how to. They say you do.

They're very anxious that nobody should be able to. But while in unscrupulous hands such as an instrument of destruction would be most unfortunate. Under proper control, yours, said Hoddan. Say ours, said Don Loras, hopefully. With my experience of men in affairs and my loyalness. and devoted retainers and cozy dungeons," said Haudan. He wiped his mouth. No."

Don Loras started violently. "'No what?' "'No death-rays,' said Hodon. I can't make him. Nobody can. If they could be made, some star somewhere would be turning them out. Or some natural phenomenon would let them loose from time to time. If there were such things as death-rays, all living things would have died, or else would

have adjusted to their weaker manifestations and developed immunity so they wouldn't beat death rays any longer. As a matter of fact, that's probably been the case sometime in the past. So as far as the gadget goes that they're talking about, it's been in use for half a century in the Cetus cluster. Nobody's died of it yet. Don Loras looked bitterly disappointed. That's the truth, he asked unhappily.

Honestly, that's your last word on it? Much, said Hodan, much as I hate to spoil the prospects of profitable skullduggery. That's my last word. And it's true. But those men from Walden are very anxious, protested Don Loras. There was no ship available so their government got a liner that normally wouldn't stop here to take an extra lifeboat aboard. It came out of overdrive in the solar system, led out of the lifeboat, and went on its way again. Those two men are extremely anxious.

Ambitious, maybe, said Hodan. They're prepared to pay to overcome your sense of gratitude to me. Naturally, you want all the traffic to bear. I think you can get half a million. Don Loras looked suspicious again. You don't seem worried, he said fretfully. I don't understand you. I have a secret, said Hodan.

What is it? It will develop. said Hodon. Don Loras hesitated, essayed to speak and thought better of it. He shrugged his shoulders and went slowly back to the flight of stone steps. He descended. The Lady Fani started to wring her hands. Then she said, hopefully,

What's your secret? That your father thinks I have one, said Hodon. Thanks for the breakfast. Should I walk out the gate, or— It's closed, said the Lady Fonny, forlornly. But I have a rope for you. You can go down over the way. wall."

"'Thanks,' said Hodan. "'It's been a pleasure to rescue you.' "'Will you?' Fanny hesitated. "'I've never known anybody like you before. Will you ever come back?' Hodan shook his head at her. "'Once you asked me if I'd fight for you, and look what it got me into.

No commitments.' He glanced along the battlements. There was a fairly large coil of rope in view. He picked up his bag and went over to it. He checked the fastening of one end and tumbled the other over the wall. Ten minutes later, he trudged up to Thal, waiting in the nearby woodland with two horses. The Lady Fani, he said, has the kind of brains I like. She pulled up the rope again.

Dal did not comment. He watched morosely as Hodan made the perpetually present ship-bag fast to his saddle and then distastefully climbed aboard the horse. What are you going to do? asked Dahl unhappily. I didn't make a parting present to Don Laurel, so I'll be disgraced if he finds out I help you. And I don't know where to take you." Where, as Hodan, did those characters from Walden come down?

Dal told him, at the castle of a considerable feudal chieftain, on the plain some four miles from the mountain range and six miles this side of the spaceport. We ride there, said Hodan. Liberty is said to be sweet, but the man who said that didn't have blisters from a saddle. Let's go." They rode away. There would be no immediate pursuit, and possibly none at all. Don Loras had left Hodon at breakfast on the battlements. The lady Fani would make as much confusing over his disappearance as she could. But there'd be no search for him until Don Loris had made his deal. Hodan was sure that Fonny's father would have an enjoyable morning.

He would relish the bargaining session. He'd explain in great detail how valuable had been Hodan's service to him, in rescuing Fani from an abductor who would have been an intolerable son-in-law. He'd grow almost tearful as he described his affection for Hodan, how he loved his daughter, as he observed grievantly that they were asking him to betray the man who had saved him from the solace of his old age. He would mention also that the price they offered was an affront to his paternal affection and his dignity as prince of this, baron of that, lord of the other thing, and claimant

to the dukedom of something or other, either they'd come up or the deal was off. But meanwhile, Hodon and Thal rode industriously toward the place from which those emissaries had come. All was tranquil. All was calm. Once they saw a dust-cloud, and Thal turned aside to a providential wooded copse, in which they remained while a cavalcade went by. Thal explained that it was a feudal chieftain on his way to the spaceport town.

It was simple discretion for them not to be observed, said Thal, because they had great reputations as fighting men. Whoever defeated them would become prominent at once. So somebody might try to pick a quarrel under one of the finer points of etiquette, when it would be a disgrace to use anything with standard Darthian implements for massacre. Hodan admitted that he did not feel quarrelsome. They rode on after a time, and in late afternoon the towers and battlements of the castle they saw it appeared.

The ground here was only gently rolling. They approached it with caution, following the reverse slope of hills and dry stream beds, and at last penetrating hoarse-high brush to the point where they could see it clearly. If O'Don had been a student of early terrestrial history, he might have remarked upon the re-emergence of ancient architectural forms to match the revival of primitive social systems. As it was, he noted in this feudal castle the use of bastions for flanking fire upon attackers. He recognized the value of battlements for the protection of defenders while allowing them to shoot, and the tricky positioning of sallyports.

He even grasped the reason for the massive, stark, unornamented keep, but his eyes did not stay on the castle for long. He saw the spaceboat in which Derek and his more authoritative companion had arrived. It lay on the ground a half mile from the castle walls. It was a clumsy, abyss, flattened shape, some forty-fourty. feet long and nearly fifteen wide. The ground about it was scorched where it had descended upon its rocket flames. There were several horses tethered near it, and men who were plainly retainers of the

nearby castle reposed in its shade. Odon reigned in. Here we part, he told Thal. When we first met I enabled you to pick the pockets of a good many of your fellow countrymen. I never asked for my split of the take. I expect you to remember me with affection." Thal clasped both of Hodon's hands in his. If you ever return, he said with mournful warmth, I am your friend."

Hodon nodded and rode out of the brushwood toward the spaceport, the lifeboat that had landed the emissaries from Walden. That it landed so close to the spaceport, of course, was no accident. It was known on Walden that Hodan had taken space passage to Darth. He'd have landed only two days before his pursuers could reach the planet. And on a roadless, primitive world like Darth, he couldn't have gotten far from the spaceport. So his pursuers would have landed close by also. But it must have taken considerable courage.

When the landing grid failed to answer it must have seemed likely that Hodan's death rays had been at work. Here and now, though, there was no uneasiness. Hodon rode heavily, without haste, through the slanting sunshine. He was seen from a distance and watched without apprehension by the loafing guards about the boat. He looked hot and thirsty. He was both.

So the posted guard merely looked at him without too much interest when he brought his dusty mount up to the shadowed lifeboat cast, and apparently decided there wasn't room to get into it. He grunted a greeting and looked at them speculatively. These two characters from Walden, he observed, sent me to get something from this thing here. Don Loris told him I was a very honest man. He painstakingly looked like a very honest man. After a moment there were responsive grins. If there's anything missing when I start back, said Hodan, I can't imagine how it happened.

None of you would take anything. Oh no. I bet you'll blame it on me. He shook his head and said, Tis-Tis-T-K. One of the guards sat up and said appreciatively, But it's locked good! Being an honest man, said Hodon amiably, they told me how to unlock it. He got off his horse. He removed the bag from his saddle. He went into the grateful shadow of the metal hole.

He paused and mopped his face and then went to the entrance port. He put his hand on the turning bar. Then he painstakingly pushed in the locking stud with his other hand. Of course, the handle turned. The boat port opened. The two from Walden would have thought everything safe because it was under guard. On Walden, that protection would have been enough. On Darth, the spaceboat had not been looted simply because locks there were not made with separate vibration checks to keep vibration from loosening them.

On spaceboat's such a precaution was usual. "'Give me two minutes,' said Hodan over his shoulder. "'I have to get what they sent me for.' After that, everybody starts even. He entered and closed the door behind him. Then he locked it. By the nature of things, it is as needful to be able to block a spaceboat from the inside

as it is unnecessary to lock it from without. He looked things over. Standard equipment everywhere. He checked everything, even to the fuel supply. There were knockings on the port. He continued to inspect. He turned on the vision screens, which provided the control room, indeed, all the boat, with an uninstructed view in all directions.

He was satisfied. The Knox became bangings. Something approaching indignation could be deduced. The guards around the spaceboat felt that Haudan was taking an unfair amount of time to pick the cream of the loot inside. He got a glass of water. It was excellent. A second. The bangings became violent hammerings.

Hodon seated himself leisurely in the pilot's seat, and turned small knobs. He waited. He touched a button. There was a mildly thunderous bang outside, and the lifeboat reacted as if to a slight shock. The vision screen showed a cloud of dust at the spaceboat stern, roused by a deliberate explosion in the rocket tubes. It also showed the retainers in full flight. He waited until they were in safety and made the standard take-off preparations. A horrific roaring started up outside. He touched controls and a a monstrous weight pushed him back in his seat. The rocket swung and lifted and shot skyward with greater acceleration than before.

It went up at a lifeboat's full fall-like rate of climb, leaving a trail of blue-white flame behind it. All the surface of Darth seemed to contract swiftly below him. The spaceport and the town rushed toward a spot beneath the spaceport's tail. They shrank and shrank. He saw other places, mountains, castles. He saw Don Loris' stronghold. Higher he saw the sea.

The sky turned purple. It went black with specks of starshine in it. Hodon swung to a westward course and continued to rise, watching the star images as they shifted on the screens. The image of the sun, of course, was automatically diminished, so it was not dazzling. The rockets continued to roar, though in a minor fashion, because there was no longer air outside in which a bellow could develop. un-painstakingly made use of those rule-of-thumb methods of astrogation which his piratical

forebears had developed and which a boy on Zan absorbed without being aware. He wanted an orbit around Darth. He didn't want to take time to try and compute it. So he watched the star images ahead and astern. If the stars ahead rose above the planet's edge faster than those behind sank down below it, he would be climbing. If the stars behind sank down faster than those ahead rose up, he would be descending. If all the stars rose equally, he'd be climbing straight up, and if they all dropped equally,

he'd be moving straight down. It was not a complex method, and it worked. Presently he relaxed. He sped swiftly back past midday and toward the sunrise line on Darth. This was the reverse of a normal orbit, but it was the direction followed by the ships up here. He hoped his orbit was lower than theirs. If it was, he'd overtake them from behind. If he were higher, they'd overtake him.

He turned on the space phone. Its reception indicator was piously placed at ground. He shifted it to space, so that it would pick up calls going planetward, instead of listening vainly for replies from the non-operative landing grid. Instantly voices boomed in his ears, many voices, an impossibly large number of voices, many, many more than nine transmitters were in operation now. Idiot! said a voice in quiet passion. Shear off or you'll get on a field drive."

A high-pitched voice said, "'And group two take second orbit position?' Somebody bellowed. "'But why don't they answer?' And another voice still said formally, "'Reporting Group 5, but four ships are staying behind with Tankertoya, which is having stabilizer trouble.'

Hodan's eyes opened very wide. He turned down the sound while he tried to think. But there wasn't anything to think. He'd come aloft to scout three ships that had turned to nine, because he was in such a fix on Darth that anything strange might be changed into something useful. But this was more than nine ships, itself an impossibly large space fleet. There was no reason why ships of space should ever travel together. There were innumerable reasons why they shouldn't.

There was a limit to the number of ships that could be accommodated at any spaceport in the galaxy. There was no point, no profit, no purpose in the number of ships traveling together. Darth's sunrise line appeared far ahead. The lifeboat would soon cease to be a bright light in the sky now. The sun's image vanished from the rear screens. The boat went hurtling onward through the blackness of the planet's shadow, while voices squabbled and wrangled, and formally reported, and now and again one's admonished disputants to a proper discipline of language.

During the period of darkness, Odon racked his brains for the vaguest of ideas on why so many ships should appear about an obscure and unimportant world like Darth. Presently the sunset line appeared ahead, and far away he saw moving lights, which were the hulls of the volubly communicating vessels. He stared blankly. There were tens, scores. He was forced to guess at the stark impossibility of more than a hundred spacecraft in view.

As the boat rushed onward he had to raise the guess. It couldn't be. He turned on the outside telescope, and the image on its screen was more incredible than the voices and the existence of the fleet itself. The scope focused first on a bulging monster antiquated freighter of a design that had not been built for a hundred years. The second view was of a passenger liner with the elaborate ornamentation that in past generations was considered suitable for space. There was a bulk cargo ship, with no emergency rockets at all, and cruise. quarters and long blisters built outside the gigantic tank which was the ship itself. There was a needle-sharp space yacht, more freighters with streaks of rust on their sides

where they had lain aground for tens of years. The fleet was an anomaly, and each of its component parts was separately a freak. It was a gathering together of all the outmoded and obsolete hulks and monstrosities of space. One would have to scavenge half the galaxy to bring together so many crazy, over-aged derelicks that should have been in junkyards. Then Hodan drew an explosive deep breath. It was suddenly clear what the fleet was and what its reason must be. Why it stopped here could not yet be guessed, but... Hodan watched absorbidly. He couldn't know what was toward, but there was some emergency. It could be in the line of what an electronic engineer could handle. If so, when he

why it could mean an opportunity to accomplish great things and grow rich and probably marry some delightful girl and be a great man somewhere. An assortment of ambitions one could not easily gratify on Zahn or Walden or Darth. End of Chapter 6. Chapter 7 of The Pirates of Ers Sands. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The Pirates of Ersats by Murray Leinster. Chapter 7.

The spaceboat floated on upon a collision course with the arriving fleet. That would not mean, of course, actual contact with any of the improbable vessels themselves. Crowded as the sunlit specks might seem from Darth's nightside shadow, they were sufficiently separated. It was more than likely that even with ten-mile intervals, the ships would be considered much too crowded. But they came pouring out of emptiness to go into a swirling, plainly pre-intended orbit about the planet from which Hodan had risen less than an hour before.

There was inevitable confusion, though, and the space-phone proved it. There were disputes between freakish ships, when craft with the astragational qualities of wash-tubs, tried to keep assigned positions and failed. And there were squabbles when ships had to pass close together. One had to shut off its drive-field to keep from blowing the fuses of both. But there were some ships which proceeded quietly to their positions, and others which did the same after tumult counting to rebellion. And naturally, there were a few others which seemed incapable of cooperation with anybody.

They went careening through the older ships' paths in what must have seemed to the planet's sunset area like a most unlikely dancing of brand-new stars. It was a gigantic traffic tangle, and Hodan's boat drifted toward and into it. He'd counted a hundred ships long before. His count now passed two hundred and continued. Before he gave up he'd numbered 247 space oddities swarming to make a whirling band, a ring around the planet Darth. He was fairly sure that he knew what they were now, but he could not possibly guess where

they came from, and most mysterious of all was the question of why they'd come out of faster than light drive to make of themselves a celestial feature about a planet which had practically nothing to offer to anybody. Presently the spaceboat was in the very thick of the fleet. His communicator spouted voices whose tones range from basso-profundo to high tenor, and whose ideas of proper astrogation seemed to vary more widely still. "'You there!' boomed a voice with deafening volume. "'You're in our clear space. Shear off!'

The volume of a signal in space very large. as the square of the distance. The voice was thunderous. It came, apparently, from a nearby pot-bellied tripper ship of really ancient vintage. Rows of ports in its side had been welded over. It had rocket tubes whose size was indicative of the kind of long obsolete fuel on which it had once operated. Slenderer nozzles peered out of the original ones now. It had been adapted to modern propellants by simply welding modern rockets inside the old ones. It was only half a mile away. Hodon's spaceboat floated on.

The relative position of the two ships changed slowly. Another voice said, indignantly, "'That's the same thing that missed us by less than a mile. You there, stop acting like a squig. Get on your own course.' A third voice. "'Who's boots that? I don't recognize it.

I thought I knew all the freaks in this fleet, too.' A fourth voice said sharply, "'That's not one of us. Look at the design. That's not us.' Other voices broke in that was babbling, then a harsh voice roared. "'Quiet! I order it!' There was silence. The harsh voice said heavily,

"'Ray the image to me!' There was a pause. The same voice said grimly, "'It is not of our fleet. You, stranger, identify yourself. Who are you, and why do you slip secretly among us?' Hodan pushed the transmit button. "'My name is Bron Hodan,' he said. I came up to find out why three ships and then nine ships went into orbit around Darth. It was somewhat alarming.

Our landing grids disabled anyhow, and it seemed wisest to look you over before we communicated and possibly told you something you might not believe. But you surely don't expect to land all this fleet. Actually, we can't land any. The harsh voice said as grimly as before. You'll come from the planet below us, Darth? Why is your ship so small?

The smallest of ours is greater." "'This is a life-boat,' said Hodan pleasantly. It's supposed to be carried on larger ships in case of emergency. "'If you will come to our leading ship,' said the voice, "'we will answer all your questions. I will have a smoke-flare set off to guide you.' Hodon said to himself, "'No threats and no offers.

I can guess why there's no threats, but they should offer something.' He waited. There was a sudden huge eruption of vapor in space some two hundred miles away. Perhaps an ounce of explosive had been introduced into a rocket tube and fired. The smoke particles, naturally ionized, added their self-repulsion to the expansiveness of the explosive gases. A cauliflower-like shape of filmy whiteness appeared and grew larger and thinner. Hodan drove toward the spot with very light touches of rocket power.

He swung the boat around and killed its relative velocity. The leading ship was a sort of gigantic, shapeless, utterly preposterous arc-like thing. Hodan could neither imagine a purpose for which it could have been used nor a time when men could have built anything like it. Its huge sides seemed to be made exclusively of great doorways now tightly closed. One of those doorways suddenly gaped wide. He would have admitted a good-size modern ship, a nervous voice essay to give Hodon directions for getting the spaceboat inside what was plainly an enormous hold now pumped empty of air.

He grunted and made the attempt. It was tricky. He sweated when he cut off his power, but he felt fairly safe. Rocket flames would burn down such door if necessary. He could work havoc if hostilities began. The great cargo door swung shut. The outside pressure needle swung sharply and stopped at thirty centimeters of mercury pressure. There was a clanging.

A smaller door evidently opened somewhere. Lights came on, old-fashioned glow tubes. Then figures appeared through a door leaning to some other part of this ship. Hodan nodded to himself. The costume was odd. It was awkward. It was even primitive, but not in the fashion of the soiled but gaudily colored garments of Darth.

These men wore unrelieved black with gray shirts. There was no touch of color about them. Even the younger ones wore beards. And of all unnecessary things, they wore flat-brimmed hats. In a spaceship!" Hodan opened the boat door and said politely, "'Good morning. I'm Bron Hodon.

You were talking to me just now?' The oldest and most fiercely bearded of the men said harshly, I am the leader here. We are the people of Kolin." He frowned when Hodan's expression remain unchanged. The people of Kolin!" he repeated more loudly. The people whose forefathers settled that planet and brought it to be a world of peace and plenty, and then foolishly welcomed strangers to their midst. "'Too bad,' said Hodan.

He knew what these people were doing, he believed. But putting a name to where they'd come from told him nothing of what they wanted of Darth. We made it a fair world," said the bearded man fiercely, but it was my great-grandfather who destroyed it. He believed that we should share it. It was he who persuaded the synod to allow strangers to settle among us, believing that they would become like us." Hodan nodded expectantly.

These people were in some sort of trouble, or they wouldn't have come out of overdrive. But they talked about it until it had become an emotionalized obsession that could be summarized. When they encountered a stranger, they had to picture their predicament passionately and at length. This bearded man looked at Hodon with burning eyes. When he went on, it was with gestures as if he were making a speech, but it was a special sort of speech.

The first sentence told what kind. "'They clung to their sins,' said the bearded man bitterly. They did not adopt our ways. Our example went for naught. They brought others of their kind to Colin. After a little they laughed at us, and a little more they outnumbered us. Then they ruled that the laws of our Sinai should not govern them, and they lured our young people to imitate them, frivolous, sinful riotous folk that they were.

Hodan nodded again. There were elderly people on Zahn who talked like this. Not his grandfather. If you listen long enough they'd come to some point or other, but they had arranged their thoughts so solidly that any attempt to get quickly at their meaning would only produce confusion. "'Twenty years since,' said the bearded man with an angry gesture, "'we made a bargain. We held a third of all the land of the planet. But our young men were falling away from the ways of their fathers. We made a bargain with the newcomers we had

cherished. We would trade our lands, our cities, our farms, our highways, for ships to take us to a new world with food for the journey and machines for the taming of the planet we would select. We sent of our number to find a world which we could move. Ten years back they returned. They had found it. The planet Thetis. Again, Hodan had no reaction. The name meant nothing. We began to prepare, said the old man, his eyes flashing. Five years since we were ready, but we had to wait three more before the bargainers were ready. to complete the trade. They had to buy and collect the ships. They had to design and build

the machinery we would need. They had to collect the food supplies. Two years ago, we moved our animals into the ships and loaded our food and our furnishings and took our places. We set out, for two years we have journeyed toward Thetis. Hodan felt an instinctive respect for people who would undertake to move themselves, the third of the population of a plant. over a distance that meant years of voyaging. They might have tastes in costume that he did not share, and they might go in for an elaborate oratory instead of matter-of-fact statements. But they had courage. "'Yes, sir,' said Hodan. "'I take it this brings us up to the present.'

"'No,' said the old man, his eyes flashing. "'Six months ago we considered that we might well begin to train the operators of the machines we would use on Thetis. We uncreated machines. We found ourselves cheated. Hodan found that he could make a fairly dispassionate guess of what advantage, say Nettah's father would take of people who would not check on his good faith for two years and until they were two years' journey away. The businessman on Crim would have some sort of code determining how completely one could swindle a customer. Don Loris now. How badly were you cheated? asked Hodon. "'Of our lives!' said the angry old man.

"'Do you know machinery?' "'Some kinds,' admitted Hodan. "'Come,' said the leader of the fleet. With a sort of dignity that was theatrical only because he was aware of it, the leader of the people of Kolan showed the way. Hodan had been admitted with his spaceboat into one gigantic cargo hold. He was now escorted to the next. It was packed tightly with cases of machinery.

One huge crate had been opened and its contents fully disclosed. Others had been hacked at enough to show their contents. The uncrated machine was a jungle plow. It was a powerful piece of equipment which would attack jungle on a 30-foot front, knocked down all vegetation up to trees of four-foot diameter, shred it, loosen and sift the soil to a three-foot depth, and leave behind it smoothed, broken, pulverized dirt, mixed with ground-up vegetation, ready to break down into humus. Such a machine would clear tens of acres in a day and night, turning jungle into farmland ready for terrestrial crops. "'We ran this for five minutes,' said the bearded man fiercely as Hodan nodded approval.

He lifted a motor hood. The motors were burnt out. Worthless insulation. were splintered and smashed, low-grade metal casings, assembly-poles had parted, tractor-treads were bent and cracked. It was not a machine except in shape. It was a mock-up in worthless materials which probably cost its maker the twentieth part of what an honest jungle plow would cost to build.

Odon felt the anger any man feels when he sees betrayal of that honor a competent machine represents. It's not all like this," he asked incredulously. "'Some is worse,' said the old man with dignity. "'There are crates which are marked to contain turbines. Their contents are ancient worn-out brick-making machines. There are crates marked to contain generators. They are filled with corroded irrigation pipe and broken casings. We have shiploads of crushed-bailed, rusted sheet-metal trimmings.

We have been cheated of our lives.' Odon found himself sick with honest fury. The population of one-third of a planet, packed into spaceships for two years and more, would be appropriate subjects for sympathy at the best of times. But it was only accident that had kept these people from landing on Thetis by rocket, since none of their ships would be expected ever to rise again, and from having their men go out and joyfully hack at an alien jungle, to make room for their machines to land,

and then found out they'd brought scrap metal for some things. thousands of light years to no purpose. They'd have starved outright. In fact, they were not in much better case right now. Because there was nowhere else they could go. There was no new colony which could absorb so many people, with only their bare hands for equipment to live by. There was no civilized settled world which could admit so many paupers

without starving its own population. There was nowhere for these people to go. Odon's anger took on the feeling of guilt. He could do nothing, and something had to be done. "'Why—why did you come to Darth?' he asked. "'What can you gain by orbiting here? You can't expect.' The old man faced him. "'We are beggars,' he said with bitter dignity.

"'We stopped here to ask for charity, for the old and worn-out machines the people of Darth can spare us. We will be grateful for even a single rusty plow, because we have, to go on. We can do nothing else. We will land on Thetis, and one plough can mean that a few of us will live, who otherwise would die with, with the most of us." Hodon ran his hands through his hair. This was not his trouble, but he could not thrust it from him.

"'But again, why Darth?' he asked helplessly. "'Why not stop at a world with riches to spare? Darth's the poor place.' "'Because it is the poor who are generous,' said the bearded man. evenly, the rich might give us what they would spare, but simple, not rich people close to the soil will give us what they need themselves. They will share what they have and accept a share of our need." Hudan paced up and down the ancient flooring of this compartment in an ancient ship.

Presently, he said jerkily, With all the goodwill in the world, Darth is poverty-stricken. It has no industries, it has no technology, it has not even roads. It's a planet of little villages and tiny towns, a ship from elsewhere stops here only once a month. Ground communications are almost nonexistent. To spread the word of your need over Darth would require months. But to collect what might be given, without roads or even wheeled vehicles?

No. It's impossible, and I have the only space vessel on the planet, and it's not fit for a journey between sums." The bearded man waited with a sort of implacable despair. But," said Hoddon grimly, I have an idea. I have contacts on Walden. The government of Walden does not regard charity with favor.

The need for charity seems a criticism of the Waldenian standard of living." The bearded man said coldly, "'I can understand that. The hearts of the rich are hardened, the existence of the poor as a reproach to them.' But Hodan began suddenly to see real possibilities. This was not a direct move toward the realization of his personal ambitions, but, on the other hand, it wasn't a movement away from them. Hodon suddenly remembered an oration he'd heard his grandfather give many, many times

in the past. "'Straithinking,' the old man had said obstinately, "'is a delusion. You think things out clear and simple, and you can see yourself ruined and your family starving any day. Real things ain't simple. They ain't clear. Anytime you try to figure things out so they're simple and straightforward,

you're going against nature, and you're going to get them mixed up. So when something happens and you're in a straightforward hopeless fix, why you go along with nature? Make it as complicated as you can, and the people who want you in trouble will get hopeless confused, and you can get out. Hodon adverted to his grandfather's wisdom. not making it the reason for doing what he could, but accepting that it not impossibly might apply.

He saw one possibility right away. It looked fairly good. After a minute's examination, it looked better. It was astonishing how plausible, hmm, he said. I have planned work of my own, as you may have guessed. I'm here because of people on Walden. If I could make a quick trip to Walden, my present position might let me help you. I cannot promise very much, but if I can borrow even the smallest of your ships for the journey my spaceboat can't make, why, I may be able to do something,

much more than can be done on Darth. The bearded man looked at his companions. He seems frank, he said forbiddingly. And we can lose nothing. We have stopped our journey and are in orbit. We can wait. But our people should. should not go to Walden, fleshpots."

"'I can find a crew,' said Hodan cheerfully. Inwardly he was tremendously relieved. If you say the word, I'll go down to ground and come back with him. I want a very small ship.' "'It will be,' said the old man. We thank you.' "'Get it inboard here,' suggested Hodan. So I can come inside as before, transfer my crew without spacesuits, and leave my boat

in your care until I come back. "'It shall be done,' said the old man firmly. He added gravely. "'You must have had an excellent upbringing young man to be willing to live among the poverty-stricken people you describe, and to be willing to go so far to help strangers like ourselves.' "'Hah?' Then Hodan said enigmatically, "'What lessons I shall apply to your affairs!

I learned at the knee of my beloved grandfather.' Of course, his grandfather was head of the most notorious gang of Pirates. it's on the disreputable planet Zahn, but Hodan found himself increasingly respecting the old gentleman as he gained experience of various worlds. He went briskly back to his spaceboat. On the way he made verbal arrangements for the enterprise he'd envisioned so swiftly. It was remarkable how two sets of troubles could provide suggestions for their joint alleviation. He actually saw a possible achievement before him, even in electronics.

By the time the cargo space was again pumped empty, and the great door opened to the vastness of space, Hodon had a very broad view of things. He'd said that same day, Tafani, that a practical man can always make what he wants to look like a sacrifice of his personal inclinations to others' welfare. He began to suspect, now, that the welfare of others can often coincide with one's own. He needed some rather extensive changes in the relationship of the cosmos to himself. Walden was prepared to pay bribes for him. Don Loris felt it necessary to have him confined somewhere.

There were a number of Darthian gentlemen who would assuredly like to slaughter him if he wasn't kept out of their reach in some cozy dungeon. But up to now there had not been even a practical way to leave Darth, to act upon Walden, or even to change his status in the eyes of Darthians. He backed out of the big ship and consulted the charts of the lifeboat. They had been consulted before, of course, to locate the landing grid which did not answer calls. He found its position. He began to compare the chart with what he saw from out here in orbit, above Darth.

He identified a small ocean, with Darth's highest mountain chain just beyond its eastern limit. He identified a river system emptying into that area, and here he began to get rid of his excess velocity, because the landing grid was not very far distant, some fifteen hundred or even. two thousand miles. To a scientific pilot, his maneuvering from that time on would have been a complex task. The advantage of computation over astrogation by ear, however, is largely a matter of saving fuel. A perfectly computed course for landing will get down to ground with the use of the least

number of centigrams of fuel possible. But fuel-efficient maneuvers are rarely time-efficient ones. Odon hadn't the time or the data for computation. He swung the spaceboat end for end, very judgematically used rocket power to slow himself to a suitable east-west velocity, and, at the last and proper instant applied full power for deceleration, and went down practically like a stone. One cannot really learn this. It has to be absorbed through the pores of one's skin.

That was the way Hodan had absorbed it, on Zan. In minutes then, the stronghold of Don Loris was startled by a roaring mutter in the sky high overhead. Helmitted sentries on the battlemen stared upward. The mutter rose to a howl and the howl to the volume of thunder, and the thunder to a very great noise which made loose pebbles dance and quiver. Then there was a speck of white cloudiness in the late afternoon sky. It grew swiftly in size, and a winking blue-white light appeared in its center.

That light grew brighter, and the noise managed somehow to increase, and presently the ruddy sunlight was diluted by light from the rockets with considerably more blue in it. Secondary, pallid shadows appeared. Then, abruptly, the rockets cut off, and something dark plunged downward, and the rockets flamed again, and a vast mass of steam arose from scorched ground, and the spaceboat lay in a circle of widely smoking, carbonized Dorothy in soil. The return of tranquility after so much tumult was startling. Absolutely nothing happened. Hodan unstrapped himself from the pilot's seat, examined his surroundings thoughtfully, and turned off the vision apparatus. He went back

and examined the feeding arrangements of the boat. He'd had nothing to eat since breakfast in this same time zone. The food in store was extremely easy to prepare, and not especially appetizing. He ate with great deliberation, continuing to make plans which linked the necessities of the immigrants from Cullen to his relationship to the government of Walden. The brief visit he'd made to Crem, the ship the immigrants would lend him and his unpopularity with Don Loras on Darth. He also thought very respectfully about his grandfather's opinions on many subjects, including

space piracy. O'Don found himself much more in agreement with his grandfather than he believed possible. Outside the boat, birds which had dived to ground and cowered there during the boat's descent now flew about again. Their terror forgotten. Horses which had galloped wildly in their pastures, or kicked in panic in the castle stalls, returned to their oats and hay. And there were human reactions.

Don Loras had been in an excessively fretful state of mind since the conclusion of his deal with the pair from Walden. Hodon had estimated that he ought to get half a million credits for Hodon delivered to Derek and the Waldenian police. He'd been unable to get the police official, Derek merely sat miserably by and said nothing, to promise more than half so much. But he'd closed the deal and sent for Hodan, and Hodon was gone. Now the landing of this spaceboat roused a lively uneasiness in Don Loris.

It might be new bargainers for Hodan. It might be anything. Hodon had said he had a secret. This might be it. Don Loris vexedly tried to contrive some useful skull-duggery without the information to base it on. Fani looked at the spaceboat with bright eyes. Thal was back at the castle.

He told her of Hodon riding up to the spaceboat near another chieftain's castle, entering it and that then it had taken to the skies in an aura of flames and smoke and thunder. Fani hoped that he might have returned here in it, but she worried why she worried why she while she waited for him to do something. Hodon did nothing. The spaceboat gave no sign of life. The sun set, and the sky twinkled with darting lights which flew toward the west and vanished. Twilight followed, and more lights flashed across the heavens as if pursuing the sun.

Vani had learned to associate three and then nine such lights with spacecraft, but she could not dream of a fleet of hundreds. She dismissed the lights from her mind, being much more concerned with Hodan. He would be in as bad a fix as ever if he came out of the boat. Twilight remained, a fairy half-flight in which all things looked much more charming than they really were, and Don Loris reduced to peevish sputtering by pure mystery, summoned Thal to him. It should be remembered that Don Loris knew nothing of the disappearance of the spaceboat

from his neighbor's land. He knew nothing of Thal's journey with Hodon. But he did remember that Hodan had seemed unworried at breakfast, and explained his calm by saying that he had a secret. The feudal chieftain worried lest the spaceboat be it. "'Tal,' said Don Loris peevishly, sitting beside the great fireplace in the enormous drafty hall. "'You know this Bran-Hodan better than anyone else.'

Thal breathed heavily. He turned pale. "'Where is he?' demanded Don Loris. "'I don't know,' said Thal. It was true, so far as he was concerned, Odon had vanished into the sky. "'What does he plan to do?' demanded Don Loris. "'I don't know,' said Thal helplessly. "'Where does that thing outside the castle come from?'

"'I don't know,' said Thal. Don Loris drummed on the arm of his intricately carved chair. I don't like people who don't know things,' he said fretfully. "'There must be somebody in that thing.' "'Why don't they show themselves? What are they here for? Why did they come down, especially here? Because of Branhodan?

I don't know,' said Tal humbly. "'Then go find out,' snapped down, Morris. Take a reasonable guard with you. The thing must have a door. Knock on it and ask who's inside and why they can't. "'Come here. Tell them I sent you to ask.' Thal saluted. With his teeth tending to chatter, he gathered a half-dozen of his fellows and went tramping out the castle gate. Some of the half-dozen had been involved in the

rescue of the Lady Fani from Geck. They were still in a happy mood because of the plunder they'd brought back. It was much more than a mere retainer could usually hope for in a year. "'What's his all about, Thal?' demanded one of them, as Thal arranged them in two lines to make a proper military appearance. Spears dressed upright and garrisoned shields on their left arms. "'Furred Hodge!' barked Thal, and they swung into motion. "'Two, three, four, hop, two, three, hop, two, three.' The cadence was established. Thal said, gloomily, "'Don Lord is said to find out who landed that thing out yonder, and he keeps asking me about

Bronhodan, too.' He strode in step with the others. The seven men made an impressively, soldierly group, tramping away from the castle wall. "'What happened to him?' asked the rear file, man. He marched on, eyes front, chest out, spear-shaft swinging splendidly in time with his marching. "'That lad has a nose-valute. Don't take it himself, though. Have he set up in business as a chieftain now?' "'Up, two, three, four,' muttered Thal. "'Up, two, three.' "'Don, Laura,'s a hard chieftain,' growled the right-hand man in the second file.

Plenty of grubbing beer, but no fighting and no loot. I didn't get to go with you characters the other day. Well, what you brought back? Wasn't a half of what was there, mourned a front file, man. Wasn't a half. Those pistols he issued got shot out, and we had to get out of there fast. Here's a thing, Thal. What do we do with it?

Hmm, Halt, part Thal. He stared at the motionless, seemingly lifeless, shapeless spaceboat. He'd seen one like it earlier today. That one spotted fire and went up out of sight. He was wary of this one. He grumbled, "'Those pipes in the back of it. Steer clear of them.

They spit fire. No door on this side. Don Loris said knock on the door. We go around the front. Forward, heart, two, three, four, hop, two, three, four. Left turn here! And mind those rocks. Don Loras give us hell if somebody fell down.

Left turn again. Up, two, three, four.' The seven men tramped splendidly around the front of the lifeboat. On the far side its bulk hid even Don Loris Castle from view. The six spearmen, with Thal, came to a second halt. "'Here goes,' rumpled Thal. "'I tell you, boys, if she starts to spit fire you'll get the hell away!' He marched up to the spaceboat's port. He knocked on it. There was no response. He knocked again.

Hodan opened the door. He nodded cheerfully to Thal. "'Afternoon, Thal. Glad to see you. I've been hoping you'd come over this way. Who's with you?' he peered through the semi-darkness. "'Some of the boys, eh? Come in!' he beckoned and said casually, "'Lean your spears against the hull there.' Thal hesitated and was lost. The others obeyed. There were clattering as the steel spearheads came to rest against the metal hull. Six of Don Loris's retainers followed Thal, admiringly into the spaceboats interior, to gaze at it, and that Bron Haudan, who so recently

had given three of them and nearly half a score of their fellows to chance to loot a nearby castle. "'Sit down,' said Hodon cordially. "'If you want to feel what a spaceboat's really like, clasps the seatbelt around you. You'll feel exactly like you're about to make a journey out of atmosphere. That's it. Lean back. You'll notice there are no viewports in the hall.

That's because we use these vision screens to see around with." He flicked on the screens. Thal and his companions were charmed to see the landscape outside portrayed on screens. Hodan shifted the sensitivity point toward infrared, and details came out that would have been invisible to the naked eye. With the boat port closed, said Hodan, like this, the port clang shut and grumbled for half a second as the locking dogs went home. We're all set for take-off.

I need only get into the pilot's seat." He did so, and throw on the fuel pump. A tiny humming sounded. And we move when I advance this throttle. He pressed the firing stud. There was a soul-shaking roar. There was a terrific pressure. The seven men from Don Loris Stronghold were pressed back in their seats with an overwhelming,

irresistible pressure which held them absolutely helpless. Their mouths dropped open. Appalled protests tried to come out, but were pushed back by the seemingly ever-increasing acceleration. The screens, showing the outside, displayed a great and confused tumult of smoke and fumes and dust to rearward. They showed only stars ahead. Those stars grew brighter and brighter, as the roar of the rockets diminished to a merely

deafening sound. Suddenly the disk of the local sun appeared, rising above the horizon to the west. The spaceboat, naturally, overtook it as it rose into an orbit headed east to west instead of the other way or about. Presently, Hodon turned off the fuel pump. He turned to look thoughtfully at the seven men. They were very pale. They sat unanimously very still, because they could see in the vision plates that a strange,

mottled, against sunlit surface, flowed past them with an appalling velocity. They were very much afraid that they knew what it was. They did. It was the surface of the planet Darth, well below them. "'I'm glad you boys came along,' said Hodon. We'll catch up with the fleet in a moment or two. The pirate fleet, you know, I'm very pleased with you. Not many groundlings would volunteer for space piracy, not even with the loot there is in

it.' Thal choked slightly, but no one else made a sound. No one even protested. Protest would have been no use. There were looks of anguish, but nothing else. Because Hodan was the only one in the spaceboat who had the least idea of how to get it down again. His passengers had to go along for the ride he'd taken them for, no matter where it led.

Numbly, they waited for what would befall. End of Chapter 7. Chapter 8 of The Pirates of Her Sats. This Libre Vox recording is in the public domain. The Pirates of Her Sats by Murray Leinster. Hodon did not worry about his followers, captives, noting the obsolescence of the space fleet into which they presently drifted. Ancient hulks and impractical oddities did not seem antique or freakish to them. They had no standards in such matters.

The planet Darth seemed slightly off to one side in space, at some times and at others it seemed underfoot, while at others it looked directly overhead. At all times it moved visibly while the spaceboat in the ships in orbit seemed merely to float in nearly fixed positions. When the dark part of Darth appeared to roll toward the spaceboat again, all the bright specks which were ships about them winked out of sight, and there were only faraway stars and a vast blackness off to one side, like nothingness made visible. The spearmen were wholly subdued when there was light once more and eccentric shapes around them.

There was a ring ship, the hull like a metal wheel with a huge tire, with pipe passages from the tier part to the hub, where the control room was located. It seemed unbelievable that such a relic could still exist, dating as it did from the period before gravity fields could be put into spacecraft. It would have provided a crazy sort of gravity by spinning as it limped from one place to the other. Whoever had collected this fleet for the emigrants from Kolan must have required only one thing that there be a hull.

Given something that would hold air, a lawler drive, a gravity unit, and air apparatus would turn it into a ship that could go into overdrive and hence cross the galaxy at need. Those who bargained with the immigrants had been content to furnish nothing more than that.

But this could not be appreciated by Hodanzet and voluntary crew. The spaceboat drew up alongside the gigantic hulk which was the leaders. The seven Darthians were still numbed by their kidnapping and the situation in which they found themselves. They looked with dull eyes at the mountainous object they approached. It had actually been designed as a freighter carrier of space, intended to carry smaller craft

to fight non-existent warships under conditions which never came about. It must have been sold for scrap a couple of hundred years since, and patched up for this immigration. Hodan waited for the huge door to open. It did. He headed into the opening, noticing as he did so that an object two or three times the size of the spaceboat was already there. It cut down the room for maneuvering, but a thing once done is easier thereafter.

Hodan got the boat inside, and there was a very small scraping and the great door closed before the boat could drift out again. Hodan turned to his companions, followers, victims, once the spaceboat was still. This, he said in a manner which could only be described as one of smiling ferocity, is a pirate ship, belonging to the pirate fleet we pass through on the way here. It's manned by character so murderous that their leaders don't dare land anywhere away from their home star cluster, or all the galaxy would combine against them, to exterminate them or be exterminated. You've joined that fleet.

You're going to get out of this boat and march over that ship yonder. Then you're going to be space pirates under me. They quivered, but did not protest. I'll try you for one voyage, he told them. There will be plunder, there will be pirate revels. If you serve faithfully and fight well, I'll return you to Don Laura Stronghold with your loot after the one voyage. If you don't, he grinned mirthlessly at them.

Out the airlock with you, to float forever between the stars. Understand? The last was pure savagery. They cringed. The outside pressure meter went up to normal. Hodon turned off the vision screens, so ending any view of the interior of the hold. He opened the port and went out. Sitting in something like continued paralysis in their seats,

the seven spearmen of Darth heard his voice in conversation outside the boat. They could catch no words, but Hodan's tone was strictly businesslike. He came back. All right, he said shortly. Thal, march him over. Thal gulped. He loosened his seatbelt. The enlistment of the seven in the pirate fleet was tacitly acknowledged. They were unarmed, save for the conventional large knives at their belts. Ford-Harch!

rassed Thal with a lump in his throat. Two, three, four, hop! Who, three, four, hop! Seven men marched dismally out of the spaceboat and down to the floor of the huge hold. Eyes front, chests out, throats dry. They marched to the larger but still small vessel that shared this hold compartment. They marched into that ship. Thal barked, Halt!

And they stopped, they waited. Hodan came in very matter-of-factly only moments later. He closed the entrance port so sealing the ship. He nodded approvingly. You can break ranks now, he said. There's food and such stuff of round. The ship's yours. But don't turn knobs or push buttons until you've asked me what for.

He went forward, and a door closed behind him. He looked at the control board, and could have done with a little information himself. When the ship was built generations ago, there had been controls installed, which would be quite useless now. When the present working instruments were installed, it had been done so hastily that the wires and relays behind them were not concealed, and it was these that gave him the clues to understand them. The Space Ark's door opened. Hodan backed his ship out, its rockets had surprising power. He reflected that the Lawler Drive wouldn't have been designed for this present ship either.

There'd probably been a quantity order for so many Lawler drives, and they'd been installed on whatever needed a modern drive system, which was every ship in the fleet. but since this was one of the smallest craft in the lot, with its low mass, it should be fast. We'll see, he said to nobody in particular. Out in emptiness, but naturally sharing the orbit of the ship from which it had just come, Hodan tried it out tentatively. He got the feel of it. Then, as a matter of simple rule-of-thumb astrogation,

he got from a low orbit to a five-diameter height where the Lawler Drive would take hold by mere touches of rocket power. It was simply a matter of stretching the orbit to extreme eccentricity as all the ships went round the planet. After the fourth go-round he was fully five diameters out at Ephilion. He touched the Lawler Drive button and everybody had that very peculiar disturbance of all their senses which accompanies going into overdrive. The small craft sped through emptiness at a high multiple speed of light. Houdan's knowledge of astrogation was strictly practical. He went over his ship.

From a look at it outside he'd guessed that it had once been a yacht. Various touches inside verified that idea. There were two state rooms. All the hull space was for living and supplies. None was for cargo. He nodded. There was a faint mustiness about it. But there had been a time when it was some rich man's pride.

He went back to the control room to make an estimate. From the pilot's seat one could see a speck of brightness directly ahead. Infantessimal dots of brightness appeared, grew swiftly brighter, and then darted outward. As they darted, they disappeared because their motion became too swift to follow. There were, of course, methods of measuring this phenomenon so that one could get an accurate measure of one speed in overdrive. Hodon had no instrument for that purpose, but he had the feel of things. This was a very fast ship indeed, at full all their thrust.

Presently, he went out to the central cabin. His followers had found provisions. There were novelties, hydroponic fruit, for instance, and they'd gloomily stuffed themselves. They were almost resigned now. Memory of the loot he'd led other men to at Geck's castle, inclined them to be hopeful. But they looked uneasy when he stopped where they were gathered. "'Well?' he asked sharply. Thal swallowed.

"'We've been companions, Bron Hodon,' he said unhappily. "'We've fought together in great battles, two against fifty, and we plundered the slain.' "'True enough,' agreed Hodan. "'If Thal wanted to edit his memories of the fighting at the spaceport, that was all right with him.' "'Now we're headed for something much better.' "'But what?' hast thou miserably. Here we are high above our native world.

Oh, no, said Hodan, you could even pick out its sun from where we are now. Thal gulped. I do not understand what you want with us, he protested. We are not experienced in space. We are simple men. You're pirates now, Hodan told him with a sort of genial bloodthirstiness. You'll do what I tell you until we fight. Then you'll fight well or die.

That's all you need to know. know. He left them. When men are to be led, it is rarely wise to discuss policy or tactics with them. Most men work best when they know only what is expected of them. Then they can't get confused, and they do not get ideas of how to do things better. Hodan inspected the yacht more carefully. There were still traces of decorative features, which had nothing to do with spaceworthiness. But the mere antiquity of the ship made Hodan hunt more carefully. He found a small compartment packed solidly with supplies. A supply cabinet did not belong where it was.

He hauled out stuff to make sure it was, it had been, a machine shop in miniature. In the early days, before space phones were long-range devices, a yacht or a ship that went beyond orbital distance was strictly on its own. If there was a breakdown, it was strictly private. It had to repair itself or else. So all early spacecraft carried amazingly complete equipment for repairs. Only liners are equipped that way in recent generations,

and it is almost unheard of for their tool shops to be used. But there was the remnant of a shop on the yacht that Hodan had in his hand for an errand to Walton. He told the emigrant leaders that he went to ask for charity. He just assured his followers that the journey was for piracy. now. He began to empty the cubbyhole of all the items that had been packed into it for storage. It had been very ingenious, this miniature repair shop. The lathe was built in with strength members of the walls as part of its structure.

The drill press was recessed. The welding apparatus had its coils and condensers under the floor. The briefest of examination showed the condensers to be in bad shape, and the coils might be hopeless. But there was good material used in the old days. Odon began to have quite unreasonable hopes. He went back to the control room to meditate. He'd had a reasonably sound plan of action for the pirating of a spaceliner,

even though he had no weapons mounted on the ship, nor anything more deadly than stun pistols for his reluctant crew. But he'd considered it likely that he could make the same sort of landing with this yacht that he'd already done with a spaceboat, which should be enough. If he waited off Walden until a liner went down to the planet's great spaceport, he could try it. He would go into a close orbit around Walden, which would bring him, very low, over the landing grid within an hour or so of the liner's landing. He'd turn the yacht end for end and apply full rocket power for deceleration.

The yacht would drop like a stone into the landing grid. Everything would happen too quickly for the grid crew to think of clapping a force field on it, or for them to manage it if they tried. He'd be aground before they realized it. The rest was simply fast action. Hodon and Seven Darthians, stunned pistols humming, would tumble out of the yacht and dash for the control room of the grid. Hodon would smash the controls,

then they'd rush the landed liner, seize it, shoot down anybody who tried to oppose them, and seal up the ship. And then they'd take off. on the liner's rockets, which were carried for emergency landing only, but could be used for a single take-off. After one such use, they'd be exhausted, and with the grids control smash, nobody could even try to stop them. It wasn't a bad idea.

He had a good deal of confidence in it. It was the reason for his Darthian crew. Nobody'd expect such a thing to be tried, so it almost certainly could be done. But it did have the drawback that the young would have to be left behind, a dead loss when the liner was seized. Odon thought it over soberly. Long before he reached Walden, of course, he could have his own crew so terrified that they'd

fight like fiends for fear of what he might do to them if they didn't. But if he could keep the space yacht also, he nodded gravely. He liked the new possibility. If it didn't work, there was the first plan in reserve. In any case, he'd get a modern space-lost. and a suitable cargo to present to the emigrants of Colin. And afterward, there were certain electronic circuits which were akin. The Lawler Drive unit formed a force field, a stress in space, into which a nearby ship

necessarily moved. The faster than light angle came from the fact that it worked like a donkey trotting after a carrot held in front of him by a stick. The ship moving into the stressed area moved to stress. The force fields of a landing grid were similar. A tuning principle was involved, but basically a landing grid clamped an area of stress around a spaceship and the ship couldn't move out of it. When the landing grid moved, the stress area up or down—why, that was it.

All of this was known to everybody. But a third trick had been evolved on Zan. It was based on the fact that ball lightning could be generated by a circuit fundamentally akin to the other two. Ball lightning was an area of space so stressed that its energy content could leak out only very slowly. Unless it made contact with a conductor, when all bets were off, it blew. And the Zan pirates used ball lightning to force the surrender of their victims. Odon began to draw diagrams.

The Lawler Drive unit had been installed long after the yacht was built. It would be modern, with no nonsense about it. With such and such of its electronic components cut out and such and such other ones cut in, it would become a perfectly practical ball lightning generator, capable of placing bolts wherever one wanted them. This was standard Zan practice. Hodon's grandfather had used it for years. It had the advantage that it could be used inside a gravity field

where a Lawler drive could not. It had the other advantage that commercial spacecraft could not mount such gadgets for defense, because the insurance companies objected to meddling with Lawler Drive installations. Odon set to work with the remnants of a tool shop on the ancient yacht and some antique coils and condensers and such. He became filled with zest. He almost forgot that he was a skipper of an elderly craft which should have been scrapped before he was born.

But even he grew hungry, and he realized that nobody offered him food. He went indignantly into the yacht central store, balloon and found his seven crew members snoring stitoriously sprawled in straight places here and there. He woke them with great sternness. He set them furiously to work on that housekeeping, including meals, which can be neglected in a feudal castle because strong outside winds blow smolls away and dry up smelly objects, but which must be practiced in a spaceship.

He went back to work. Suddenly he stopped and meditated afresh and ceased his actual labor to draw a diagram which which he regarded with great affection. He returned to his adaptation of the Lawler Drive to the production of ball lightning. It was possible to wind coils. A certain percentage of the old condensers held a charge. He tapped the drive unit for brazing current, and the drill press became a dye-stamping device for small parts.

He built up the elements of a vacuum tube such as is normally found only in a landing-grid control room. He set up a vacuum valve arrangement in the base of a large glass jar. He put that jar in the boat's airlock, bled the air to emptiness, and flashed the tube's quaint elements. He brought it back and went out of overdrive while he hooked the entire new assembly into the drive circuit with cutouts and switches to be operated from the yacht's instrument board.

Finished, he examined the stars. The nearby suns were totally strange in their arrangement. But the coal-sac area was a space mark good for half a sector of the galaxy. There was a condensation in the nearer rim for a second bearing, and a certain calcium cloud with a star cluster behind it was as good as a highway sign for locating oneself. He lined up the yacht again and went into overdrive once more. Two days later he came out, again surveyed the cosmos, again went into overdrive, again came out, once more made a hop in faster than light travel, and he was in the solar system

of which Walden was an ornament and pride. He used the telescope and contemplated Walden on its screen. The space yacht moved briskly toward it. His seven Darthian crewmen, aware of coming action, doltfully sharpened their two-foot knives. They did not know what else to do, but they were far from happy. Odon shared their depression. Such gloomy anticipations before stirring events are proof that a man is not a fool.

Hodon's grandfather had been known to observe that when a man can imagine all kinds of troubles and risks and disasters ahead of him, he is usually right. Odon shared that view, but it would not do to back out now. He examined Walden painstakingly while the yacht sped on. He saw an ocean come out of the twilight zone of dawn. By the charts, the capital city and the spaceport should be on that ocean's western shore. After a suitable and very long interval, the site of the capital city came around the edge of the planet.

From a bare hundred thousand miles, Odon stepped up magnification to its limit and looked again. Then Walden more than filled the telescope's field. He could see only a very small fraction of the planet's surface. He had to hunt before he found the capital city again. Then it was very clear. He saw the curving lines of its highways and the criss-cross pattern of its streets. Buildings at such, however, did not show, but he made out the spaceport and the shadow of the landing grid, and in the very center of that grid there was something silvery which cast

a shadow of its own, a ship, a liner. There was a tap on the control room door, Thal. "'Anything happening?' he asked uneasily. "'I just sighted the ship we're going to take,' said Hodan. Thal looked unhappy. He withdrew. Hodan plotted out the extremely roundabout course he must take to end up with the liner and the yacht traveling in the same direction and the same speed, so capture would be possible.

He put the yacht on the line required. He threw on full power. Actually, he headed partly away from his intended victim. The little yacht plunged forward. Nothing seemed to happen. Time passed. Hodon had nothing to do but worry. He worried. Thal tapped on the door again. "'About time to get ready to fight?' he asked dolefully. "'Not yet,' said Hodon. "'I'm running away from our victim now.' Another half hour. That course changed. The yacht was around behind Walton. The whole

planet lay between it and its intended prey. The course of the small ship curved now. It would pass almost close enough to clip the topmost tips of Walden's atmosphere. There was nothing for Haudan to do but think morbid thoughts. He thought them. The Lawler Drive began to burble. He cut it off. He sat gloomily in the control room, occasionally glancing at the nearing expanse of rushing

mottled surface presented by the now-nearby planet. Its attraction bent the path of the yacht. It was now a parabolic curve. Presently, the surface diminished a little. The yacht was increasing its distance from it. Hodan used the telescope. He searched the space ahead with a full-width field. He found the liner.

It rose steadily. The grid still thrust it upward with an even continuous acceleration. It had to be not less than forty thousand miles out before it could take to overdrive. but at that distance it would have an outward velocity which would take it on out indefinitely. At ten thousand miles, certainly, the grid fields would let go. They did. Odon could tell because the liner had been pointed based down toward the planet when the force fields picked it up. Now it wobbled slightly.

It was free. It was no longer held solidly. From now on it floated up on momentum. him. Hodon nibbled at his fingernails. There was nothing to be done for forty minutes more. Presently, there was nothing to be done for thirty. For twenty.

Ten. Five. Three. Two. The liner was barely twenty miles away when Hodon fired his rockets. They made a colossal cloud of vapor in emptiness. The yacht stirred faintly, shifted deftly, lost just a suitable amount of velocity, which now was nearly straight up from the planet, and moved with precision and directness toward

the liner. Odon stirred his controls and swung the whole small ship. Here, obviously, he could not use the space drive for its proper purpose, but a switch cut out certain elements of the Lawler unit and cut in those others which made the modified drive unit into a ball lightning projector. A flaming speck of pure incandescent sped from the yacht through emptiness. wouldn't miss. No, Hodan swerved it. It struck the liner's hull. It would momentarily paralyze every bit of electric equipment in the ship. It would definitely not go unnoticed.

Calling Liner, said Hodon painfully into a microphone. Calling Liner, we are pirates attacking your ship. You have ten seconds to get into your lifeboats, or we will haul you. He settled back, again nibbling at his fingernails. He was acutely disturbed. At the end of ten seconds the distance between the two ships was perceptibly less. He flung a second ball lightning bolt across the diminished space. He sent it whirling round and round the liner in a tight spiral. He ended by having it touched the liner's bow. Liquid light ran over the entire hull.

"'Your ten seconds are up,' he said worriedly. "'If you don't get out.' But then he relaxed. A boat blister on the liner opened. The boat did not release itself. It could not possibly take on its complement of passengers and crew in so short of time. The opening of the blister was a sign of surrender. The two first ball lightning bolts were miniatures.

Odon now projected a full-sized ball. It glittered viciously in emptiness, the plasma gas necessary for its existence, furnishing a medium for radiation. It sped toward the liner and hung off its side, menacingly. The yacht from Garth moved steadily closer, five miles. Two. All out, said Hodang regretfully, we can't wait any longer. A boat darted away from the liner, a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth.

The last boat lingered desperately. The yacht was less than a mile away when it broke free and plunged frantically toward the planet it had left a little while before. The other boats were already streaking downward, trails of rocket fumes expanding behind them. The crew of the landing grid would pick them up for safe and gentle landing. Hodan sighed in relief. He played delicately upon the yacht's rocket controls. He carefully maneuvered the very last of the novelties he had built into an originally simple

Lawler Drive unit. The two ships came together with the distinct clanking sound. It seemed horribly loud. Thal jerked open the door, Ash and White. "'We hit something. When do we fight?' Haudan said ruefully. I forgot. The fighting's over, but bring your stun pistols.

Nobody'd stay behind, but somebody might have gotten left. He rose to take over the captured ship. End of Chapter 8. Chapter 9 of the Pirates of Her Sats. This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain. The Pirates of Her Sats by Murray Leinster. Chapter 9. Normally, at overdrive cruising speed, it would be a week's journey from Walden to the

planet Crim. Hodon made it in five days. There was reason. He wanted to beat the news of his piracy to Crim. He could endure suspicion, and he wouldn't mind doubt, but he did not want certainty of his nefarious behavior to interfere with the purposes of his call. The space yacht, sealed tightly, floated in an orbit far out in emptiness. The big ship went down alone by landing grid.

It glittered brightly as it descended. When it touched ground and the grid's force fields cut off, it looked very modern and very crisp and strictly business-like. Actually, the capture of this particular liner was a bit of luck for Hodown. It was not one of the giant intercluster ships which make runs of thousands of light-years and deigned to stop only at very major planets. It was a medium ship of 5,000 tons burden, designed for service in the Horsehead Nebula region.

It was brand new and on the way from its builders to its owners when Hodon interfered. Naturally, though, it carried cargo on its maiden voyage. Hodon spoke curtly to the control room of the grid. I'm non-sked, he explained. New ship. I got a freak charter party over on Walden, and I have to get rid of my cargo. How about chipping me a delay space until I can talk to some brokers?

The force fields came on again, and the liner moved very delicately to a position at the side of the grid central space. There it would be out of the way. Hodan dressed himself carefully in garments found in the liner's skipper's cabin. He found thal, wearing an apron, and embittered expression.

He ceased to wield a mop as Hodan halted before him. I'm going ashore, said Hodon crisply. You're in charge until I get back. "'In charge of what?' demanded Thal, bitterly. "'Of a bunch of male housemaids? I run a mop. And me, a Darthian gentleman.

I thought I was being a pirate. What do I do? I scrub floors. I wash paint. I stencil cases and cargo holes. I paint over names and put others in their places. Me, a Dorothy and gentlemen.' "'No,' said Hodon, a pirate.

If I don't get back, you and the others can't work this ship, and presently the police of crim will ask why. They'll re-check my careful forgeries, and you'll all be hung for piracy. So don't let anybody in. Don't talk to anybody, if you do. He drew his finger across his throat and nodded, and went cheerfully out the cruise landing door at the very base of the ship. He went across the tarmac and out between two of the gigantic steel arches of the grid.

He hired a ground vehicle. "'Where?' asked the driver. "'Han,' said Hodan. "'There's a firm of lawyers. I can't remember the name.' "'There's millions of them,' said the driver. "'This is a special one,' explained Hodan. "'It's so dignified they won't talk to you unless you're a great-grandson of a client. They're so ethical they won't touch a case of under a million credits.

They've got about nineteen names in the firm title, and— "'Oh,' said the ground-car driver, "'that'll be—' "'Hell, I can't remember the name either. But I'll take you, eh?' He drove out into traffic. Odon relaxed. Then he tensed again.

He had not been in a city since he stopped briefly in this on the way to Darth. The traffic was abominable. And he, who had been in various pitched battles on Darth, and had only lately captured a ship in space, Hodon grew apprehensive as his ground car charged into the thick of hooting, rushing, squealing vehicles. When the car came to a stop, he was relieved. "'It's yonder,' said the driver.

"'You'll find the name on the directory.' O'Don paid and went inside the gigantic building. He looked at the directory and shrugged. He went to the downstairs guard. He explained that he was looking for a firm of lawyers whose name was not on the directory list. They were extremely conservative and of the highest possible reputation. They didn't seek clients.

"'Forty-two and forty-three,' said the guard, frowning. "'I ain't supposed to give it out, but floor's forty-two and three.' Hodon went up. He was unknown. A receptionist looked at him with surprise aversion. "'I have a case of space piracy,' said Hodon polite, a member of the firm, please. Ten minutes later he eased himself into the easiest of easy-chairs. A gray-haired man of infinite dignity said,

Well, I am, said Haudan modestly, a pirate. I have a ship in the spaceport with very convincing papers and a cargo of Rigelian furs, jewelry from the sea ofous planets, and a rather large quantity of bulk mellicent. I want to dispose of the cargo and invest in a considerable part of the proceeds in conservative stocks on crim. The lawyer frowned. He looked shocked. Then he said carefully, "'You made two statements, one that you were a pirate. Taken by itself, that is not my concern.

The other is that you wish to dispose of certain cargo and invest in reputable businesses on crim. I assume that there is no connection between the two observations?' He paused. Hodan said nothing. The lawyer went on with dignity. Of course our firm is not in the brokerage business. However, we can represent you when you're dealing with local brokers, and obviously we can advise you. I also wish to buy, said Hodon, a complete shipload of agricultural machinery, a microfilm technical library, machine tools, vision tape technical instructors,

and libraries of tapes for them, generators, and such things. Hmm, said the lawyer. I will send one of our clerks to examine your cargo so he can deal properly with the brokers. You will tell him in detail what you wish to buy. Hodan stood up. I'll take him to the ship now. He was mildly surprised at the smoothness which with matters proceeded. He took a young clerk to the ship.

He showed him the ship's papers as edited by himself. He took him through the cargo holes. He discussed in some detail what he wished to buy. When the clerk left, Thal came to complain again. "'Look here,' he said bitterly. "'We've scrubbed this ship from one end to the other. There's not a speck or a finger-mark in it. And we're still scrubbing.

We captured this ship. Is this pirate revels?' Haudan said. "'There's money coming. I'll let you boys ashore with some cash in your pockets presently.' Brokers came, escorted by the lawyer's clerk. They squabbled furiously with him, but the dignity of the firm he represented was extreme. There was no suspicion, no overt suspicion anyhow, and the furs went.

The clerk painstakingly informed Hodon that he could draw so much. More brokers came. The jewelry went. The lawyer's clerk jotted down figures and told Hodon the net. The bulk of melisynth was taken over by a group of brokers, none of whom could handle it alone. Hodon drew cash and sent his D'arthians ashore with a thousand credits apiece, with bright and shining faces they headed for the nearest bars.

As soon as my ships loaded, Hodon told the Kirk, I want to get them out of jail. The clerk nodded. He brought salesmen of agricultural machinery, representatives of microfilm libraries, manufacturers of generators, vision tape instructors, and allied lines. Hodan bought, painstakingly.

Delivery was promised for the next day. Now, said the clerk, about the investments you wish to make with the balance?" I'll want a reasonable sum in cash," said Hodon, reflectively. But, well, I've been told that insurance is a fine, conservative business. As I understand it, most insurance organizations are divided into divisions which are separately incorporated.

There will be a life insurance division, a casualty division, and so on. Is that right? And one may invest in any of them separately?" The clerk said impassively, I was given to understand, sir, that you are interested in risk insurance. Perhaps especially risk insurance covering piracy. I was given quotations on the risk insurance divisions of all crim companies. Of course, those are not very active stocks,

but if there were a rumor of a pirate ship acting in this part of the galaxy, one might anticipate. I do, said Hodon. Let's see. My cargo brought so much. my purchases will come to so much, my legal fees, of course. I mentioned some in cash. Yes, this will be the balance, more or less, which you will put in the stocks you've named,

but since I anticipate activity in them, I'll want to leave some special instructions. He gave a detailed, thoughtful account of what he anticipated might be found in news reports of later dates. The clerk noted it all down impassively. Hodon added instructions. "'Yes, sir,' said the clerk, without intonation when he was through. "'If you will come to the office in the morning, sir, the papers will be drawn up, and the matters can be concluded. "'Your new cargo can hardly be delivered before then, and if I may say so, sir, your crew won't be ready.

I'd estimate two hours of festivity for each man and fourteen hours for recovery.' "'Thank you,' said Hodon. "'I'll see you in the morning.' He sealed up the ship when the lawyer clerk departed. Then he felt lonely. He was the only living thing in the ship. His footsteps echoed hollowly. There was nobody to speak to, not even anybody to threaten.

He'd done a lot of threatening lately. He went for lonely to the cavern once occupied by the liner's former skipper. His loneliness increased. He began to feel those daunting self-doubts such as plague the most unselfish and conscientious people. His actions to date, of course, did not trouble him. Today's actions were the ones which bothered his conscience. He felt that they were not quite adequate.

The balance left in the lawyer's hands would not be nearly enough to cover a certain deficit, which injustice he felt himself bound to make up. It had been his thought to make this enterprise self-liquidating. Everybody concerned making a profit, including the owners of the ship and cargo he had pirated. But he wasn't sure. He reflected that his grandfather would not have been disturbed about such a matter, that elderly pirate would have felt wholly at ease. It was his conviction that piracy was an essential part of the working of the galaxy's economic system.

Hodan, indeed, could remember him saying precisely, snipping off the ends of his words as he spoke. I tell you, piracy's what keeps the galaxy's business thriving. Everybody knows business suffers when retail trade slacks down. It backs up the movement of inventories. They get too big. That backs up orders to the factories. They lay off men.

And when men are laid off, they don't have money to spend. So retail trade slacks off some more, and that backs up inventory some more, and that backs up orders to factories, and makes unemployment and hurts retail trade again. It's feedback, see? It was Hodon's grandfather's custom at this point to stare shrewdly at each of his listeners in turn.

But suppose somebody pirates a ship. The owners don't lose. It's insured. They order another ship built right away. Men get hired to build it and they're paid money to spend in retail trade, and that moves inventories and industry picks up. More than that, more people insure against piracy. Insurance companies hire more clerks and bookkeepers. They get more money for retail trade, and to move inventories,

and to keep factories going and get more people hired, see? It's piracy to keeps business in this galaxy going. Hodon had known doubts about this, but it could not be entirely wrong. He'd put a good part of the proceeds of his piracy and risk insurance stocks, and he counted on them to make all his actions as benevolent to everybody concerned as his intentions had been, and were. But it might not be true enough. It might be less than, well, sufficiently true in a particular instance.

And therefore, Then he saw how things could be worked out so that there could be no doubt. He began to work out the details. He drifted off to sleep in the act of composing a letter in his head to his grandfather on the pirate planet Zan. When morning came on CRIM, Cato-wheel trucks came bringing gigantic agricultural machines of a sort that would normally never be shipped by space freight. There came generators and turbines and tanks of plastic and vision-deweil-viewed.

tape instructors and great boxes full of tape for them. There were machine tools and cutting tips. These last in vast quantity, and very many items that the emigrants of Colin probably would not expect and might not even recognize. The cargo hold of the liner filled. He went to the office of his attorneys. He read and signed papers in an atmosphere of great dignity and ethical purpose. The lawyer's clerk attended him to the police office, where seven dreary

Darthians with oversized hangovers tried dismally to cheer themselves by memories of how they got that way. He got them out and to the ship. The lawyer's clerk produced a rather weighty, if small box with an air of extreme solemnity. The currency you wanted, sir. Thank you, said Hodan. That's the last of our business? Yes, sir, said the clerk.

He hesitated. For the first time showed a trace of human curiosity. Could I ask a question, sir, about... piracy?" "'Why not?' said Hodon. Go ahead. "'When you, uh, captured this ship, sir,' said the clerk hopefully. Did you, uh, shoot the men and keep the women?'

Hodon sighed. "'Much,' he said regretfully, as I hate to spoil an enlivening theory. No. These are modern days. Efficiency has invaded even the pirate business. I use my crew for floor scrubbing and cookery.' He closed the ship port gently and went up to the control room to call the landing grid operators. In minutes the captured liner loaded down again, lifted toward the stars.

And all the journey back to Darth was as anticlimactic as that. There was no trouble finding the space yacht in its remote orbit. Haudan sent out an unlocking signal, and a key transmitter began to send a signal on which to home. When the liner nudged alongside it, Hodon's last contrivance operated and the yachts clung fast to the larger ship's hull. There were four days in overdrive. There were three or four pauses for position-finding.

The stop over on Crim had cost some delay, but Hodan arrived back at a positive sight of Dar Sun within a day or so of spandered space drive direct from Malden. Then there was little or no time loss in getting into orbit with the junkyard space fleet of the emigrants. Shortly thereafter, he called the leadership, with only mild worries about possible. disasters that might have happened while he was away. Calling the leadership, he said crisply. Calling the leadership.

This is Brant Hodon, reporting back from Walden with a ship and machinery contributed for your use. The harsh voice of the bearded old leader of the emigrants seemed somehow broken when he replied. He called down blessings on Hodan who could use them. Then there was the matter of getting emigrants on board the new ship. They didn't know how to use the boat blistered lifeboat tubes. had to demonstrate, but shortly after there were twenty, thirty, fifty of the folk from Collin, feverishly searching the ship and incredulously reporting what they found.

"'It's impossible,' said the old man. "'It's impossible!' "'I wouldn't say that,' said Hodon. "'It's unlikely, but it's happened. I'm only afraid it's not enough.' "'It is many times what we hoped,' said the old man humbly. "'Only,' he stopped. We are more grateful than we can say."

Hodan took a deep breath. "'I'd like to take my crew back home,' he explained, and come back and—well, perhaps I can be useful explaining things. And I'd like to ask a great favor of you for my own work.' "'But naturally,' said the old man, "'of course we will await your return, naturally, and perhaps we can arrange something.' Hodon was relieved. there did seem a slightly strange limitation to the happiness of the emigrants.

They were passionately rejoiceful over the agriculture machinery. But they seemed rather dutifully than truly happy over the microfilm library. The vision tape instructors were the objects of polite comment only. Haudan felt a vague discomfort. There seemed to be a sort of secret desperation in the atmosphere, which they would not admit or mention. But he was coming back, of course. He brought the spaceboat over to the new liner.

He hooked onto a lifeboat blister and his seven Darthians crawled through the lifeboat tube. Hodan pulled away quickly before somebody thought to ask why there were no lifeboats in the places so plainly made for them. He headed downward when the landmarks of Dart's surface told him that Don Laura's Castle would shortly come over the horizon. He was just touching atmosphere when it did. The boat's rocket tanks had been refilled and he burned fuel recklessly to make a dramatic

landing within a hundred yards of the battlements where Fani had once thoughtfully had a coil of rope ready for him. Heads peered at the lifeboat over the same battlements now, but the gate was closed. It stayed closed. There was somehow an atmosphere of suspicion, amounting to enmity. Hodon felt unwelcome. "'All right, boys,' he said resignedly. "'Out with you and to the castle.

You've got your loot from the voyage. He'd counted out for each of them rather more actual cash than any of them really believed in. And I want you to take this box to Don Loris. It's a gift from me. And I want to consult with him about cooperation between the two of us and some plans I have. Ask if I may come in and talk to him. His seven former spearmen tumbled out. They marched gleefully to the castle gate.

Hodan saw them tantalizingly displaying large sums in cash to the watchers above them. Thal held up the box for Don Loris. It was the box the lawyer's clerk had turned over to him, with a tidy sum in cash in it. The sum was partly depleted now. Hodon had paid off his involuntary crew with it, had paid them, in fact, as if they'd done the fighting they'd expected and he'd thought would be necessary. But there was still more in it than Don Loris would have gotten from Walden for selling him out.

The castle gate opened, as if grudgingly. The seven went in, with the box. Time passed. Much time. Hodon went over the arguments he meant to use on Don Loris. He needed to make up a very great sum, and it could be done thus and so, but thus and so required occasional piratical raids, which called for pirate crews, and if Don Loris would encourage his retainers—he could have gone to another Darthian chieftain, of course, but he knew what

what kind of scoundrel Don Loris was. He'd have to find out about another man. Nearly an hour elapsed before the castle gate opened again. Two files of spearmen marched out. There were eight men with a sergeant in command. Hodan did not recognize any of them. They came to the spaceboat. The sergeant formally presented an official message. Don Loris would admit Bron Hodan to his presence to hear what he had to say. Don felt excessively uncomfortable. Waiting, he'd thought about that secret despair in the emigrant fleet.

He worried about it. He was concerned because Don Loris had not welcomed him with cordiality, now that he'd brought back his retainers in good working order. In a sudden gloomy premonition he checked his stun pistols. They needed charging. He managed it from the lifeboat unit. He went forebodingly toward the castle with the eight spearmen surrounding him as cops had once surrounded him on Walden.

He did not like to be reminded of it. He frowned to himself as he went in the castle gate, and along a long stone passage, and up stone stairs into the great hall of state. Don Loras, as once before, sat peevishly by the huge fireplace. This time he was almost inside it, with its hood and mantle actually over his head. The Lady Fonny sat there with him. Don Loras seemed to put aside his peevishness only a little to greet Hodan. My dear fellow," he said complaining me,

I don't like to welcome you with reproaches. But you do know that when you absconded with that space-boat, you made a mortal enemy for me?" It's a fact. My neighbor on whose land the boat descended was deeply hurt. He considered it his property. He had summoned his retainers for a fight over it when I heard of his resentment and partly suit him with apologies and presents. But he still considers that I should return it to him, whenever you appear here with

it. "'Oh,' said Hodon, "'that's too bad.' "'Things. "'The lady Fanny looked at him strangely, "'as if she tried to tell him something without speaking it. "'She looked as if she had wept lately. "'To be sure,' said Don Loras fretfully,

"'you gave me a very pretty present just now, "'but my retainer told me that you came back with a ship, "'a very fine ship. "'What became of it? "'The landing-grid has been repaired at last "'and you could have landed it. "'What happened to it?' I gave it away, said Hodan.

He saw what Fani was trying to tell him. One corridor, no, two, leading toward the great hall, was filled with spearmen. His tone turned sardonic. I gave it to a poor old man. Don Laura shook his head. That's not the right, Hodan. That fleet overhead now. If they are pirates and want some of my men for crews, they should come to me.

I don't take kindly to the idea of your kidnapping my men and carrying them all for piratical excursions. They must be profitable. But what if you cannot afford to give me presents like that, and be so lavish with my retainers? Why, I don't see why. Hoddon grimaced. I came to arrange a deal on that order, he observed. I don't think I like it, said Don lorris, heavishly. I prefer to deal with people direct. I'll arrange about a landing grid, and for a regular recruiting service which I will conduct, of course. But you, you are irresponsible. I wish you well, but when you carry my men off for pirates and make my neighbors into my enemies and infect my daughter with strange notions and the government of a friendly planet

asked me in so many words not to shelter you any longer. Why, that's the end, Hodan. So with great regret. The regret is mine, said Hodan. Thoughtfully he aimed a stun pistol at a slowly opening door. He pulled the trigger. Yells followed its humming, because not everybody it hit was knocked out. nor did it hit everybody in the corridor.

Men came surging out of one door, and then two, to require the attention of his weapons. Then a spear went past Hodan's face and missed him only by inches. It buried its point in the floor. A whirling knife spun past his nose. He glanced up. There were balconies all around the Great Hall, and men popped up from behind the railings and threw things at him. They popped out of sight instantly.

There was no rhythm involved. He could not anticipate their rising nor shoot them through the balcony front, and more men infiltrated the hall getting behind heavy chairs and tables to push toward him behind them as shovelable shields. More spears and knives flew. "'But on!' cried the lady, finally throttily. He thought she had an exit for him. He sprang to her side.

"'I didn't want you to come,' she wept. There was a singular pause in the clangings and clashings of weapons on the floor. For a second the noises continued. Then they stopped. Then one man popped up and hurled a knife. The clang of its fall was a very lonely one. Don Loris fairly howled at him. Idiot! think of the Lady Fani!

The Lady Fani suddenly smiled tremulously. "'Wonderful,' she said. "'They don't dare do anything while you're as close to me as this.' "'Do you suppose?' Ashodon. I could count on that. "'I'm certain of it,' said Fani. "'And I think you'd better.'

Then, excuse me, said Hodan with great politeness. He swung her up over his shoulder. With a stunned pistol in his free hand, he headed down the hall. Outside, she said zestfully. Get out the side door and turn left. Nobody can jump down your neck. Then he left again to the gate. He obeyed. Now and again he got in a pot-shot with his pistol. Don Loras had turned the castle into a very pretty trap.

The Lady Fonnie said plaintively, "'This is terribly undignified, and I can't see where we're going. Where are we now?' "'Almost at the gate,' panted Hodan, at it now. He swung out of the massive entrance to Don Loris's stronghold. "'I can put you down now.' "'I wouldn't,' said the Lady Fani. "'In spite of the end of me that's uppermost,

"'I think you'd better make for the spaceboat exactly as we are.' Again, Hodan obeyed, racing across the open ground. Hulls of fury followed him. It was evidently the opinion of the castle that the Lady Fonny was to be abducted in the place of the seven-returned spearmen. Houdan, breathing hard, reached the spaceboat. He put Fanny down and said anxiously, "'You all right?

I'm very much in your debt. I was in a spot.' Then he nodded toward the castle. They're upset, aren't they? They must think I mean to kidnap you. The Lady Fani beamed. "'It would be terrible if you did,' she said hopefully. I couldn't do such a thing to stop you.

And a successful public adoptions illegal marriage on Darth! Wouldn't it be terrible? Hodan mopped his face and petted her reassuringly on the shoulder. "'Don't worry,' he said warmly. "'You just got me out of an awful fix. You're my friend. And anyhow, I'm going to marry a girl on Walden named Neda. Goodbye, Fani.

Keep clear of the rocket blast.' He went into the boat port, turned to beam paternally back at her, and shut the port behind him. Seconds later, the spaceboat took off. It left behind clouds of rocket smoke. And, though Hodan hadn't the faintest idea of it, it left behind the maddest girl in several solar systems. End of Chapter 9.

Chapter 10 of The Pirates of Versaats. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. The Pirates of Versailles by Murray Leinster. Chapter 10. It is the custom of her. of all men, everywhere, to be obtuse where women are concerned. Hodon went skyward in the spaceboat with feelings of warm gratitude toward the Lady Fani. He had not the slightest inkling that she, who had twice spoiled her father's skullduggery

so far as it affected him, felt any but the friendliest of feelings toward him. He remembered that he had kept her from the necessity of adjusting to matrimony with the Lord It did not occur to him that most girls intend to adjust a marriage with somebody anyhow, and he did not even suspect that it is a feminine instinct to make a highly dramatic and romantic production of their marriage, so they'll have something to be sentimental about in later years. As Hodan drove on up and up, the sky became deep purple, and then black velvet, set with flecks of fire. He was relieved by the welcome he'd received earlier today from the emigrants, but he remained slightly puzzled by a very plain impression of desperation remaining.

He felt very virtuous on the whole, however, and his plans for the future were specific. He'd already composed a letter to his grandfather, which he'd asked the emigrant fleet to deliver. He had another letter in his mind, a form letter, practically a public relation circular, which he hoped to whip into shape before the emigrants got too anxious to be on their way. He considered that he needed to earn a little more of their gratitude, so that he could make everything come out even, self-liquidated, everybody satisfied, and happy but himself. For himself, he anticipated only the deep satisfaction of accomplishment. He wanted to do great things since he was a small boy, and in electronic since his adolescence,

when he'd found textbooks in the libraries of looted spaceships. He'd gone to Walden in the hope of achievement. There, of course, he failed, because in a free economy, industrialists consider that freedom is privileged to be stupid without penalty. In other than free economies, of course, stupidity is held to be the duty of administrators. But Hodan now believed himself in the fascinating situation of having knowledge and abilities, which were needed by people who knew their need. It was only when he'd made contact with the fleet

and was in the act of maneuvering toward a boat blister on the liner he'd brought back that doubts again assailed him. He had done a few things, accomplished a little. He devised a broadcast power receptor and a microwave projector he turned a luller drive into a ball lightning projector and worked out a few little things like that. But the first had been invented before, by somebody in the Cetus cluster, and the second could have been made by anybody, and the

third was a standard practice on Zan. He still had to do something significant. When he made fast to the liner and crawled through the boat tube to its hull, he was in a state of doubt which passed very well for modesty. The bearded old man received him in the skipper quarters which Hodan himself had occupied for a few days. He looked very weary. He seemed to have aged in hours.

grow more astounded by the minute, he told Hadan heavily. By what you have brought us, ten shiploads like this, and we would be better equipped than we believed ourselves in the beginning. It looks as if some thousands of us will now be able to survive our colonization of the planet Thetis. Hodon gaped at him. The old man put his hand on Hodon's shoulder.

We are grateful, he said with a pathetic attempted warmth. Please do not doubt that. It's only that you had to accept what was given for our use, but I cannot help wishing very desperately that instead of unfamiliar tools for metalworking and machines with tapes which show pictures, I wish that even one more jungle plow had been included. Odon's jaw dropped. The people of Kolan wanted planets subduing machinery.

They wanted it so badly they did not want anything else. They could not even see that. anything else had any value at all. Most of them could only look forward to starvation when the ship's supplies were exhausted, because not enough ground could be broken and cultivated early enough to grow food enough in time. Would it, asked the old man desperately, "'Be possible to exchange these useless machines for others that will be useful?' "'Let me talk to your mechanic, sir,' said Hodon unhappily.

maybe something can be done. He restrained himself from tearing his hair as he went to where mechanics of the fleet looked over their treasure trove. He'd come up to the fleet again to gloat and to do great things for people who needed him and knew it, but he faced the hopelessness of people to whom his utmost effort seemed mockery because it was so far from being enough. He gathered together the men who tried to keep the fleet ships in working order during their flight. They were competent men, of course.

They were resolute, but now they had given up hope. Hodon began to lecture them. They needed machines. He hadn't brought the machines they wanted, perhaps, but he'd brought the machines to make them with. Here were automatic shapers, turret lathes, dacers. Here were cutting points for machines these machines could make, to make the machines the colony on Thetis would require.

He'd brought these because they had the raw materials. They had their ships themselves. Even some of the junk they carried in crates was good metal, merely worn out in its present form. They could make anything they needed with what he brought them. For example, he'd show them how to make, say, a lumber saw. He showed them how to make a lumber saw. Slender, rapier-like revolving tool with which a man stabbed a tree and cut outward with the speed of a knife cutting hot butter.

and one could mount it, so, and cut out planks and beams for temporary bridges in such constructions. They watched baffles. They gave no sign of hope. They did not want lumber saws. They wanted jungle-breaking machinery. I brought you everything, he insisted. You've got a civilization. Compact on this ship!

You've got life instead of starvation. Look at this. I make a water pump to irrigate your fields. Before their eyes, he turned down. out an irrigation pump on an automatic shaper. He showed them that the shaper went on by itself making other pumps without further instructions than the by-hand control of the tools formed the first. The mechanic stirred uneasily.

They had watched without comprehension. Now they listened without enthusiasm. Their eyes were like those of children who watched marvels without comprehension. He made a sledge whose runners slid on air between themselves and whatever object would otherwise have touched them. It was practically frictionless. He made a machine to make nails, utterly simple. He made a power hammer which hummed and pushed nails into any object that needed to be nailed.

He made— He stopped abruptly and sat down with his head in his hands. The people of the fleet faced so overwhelming a catastrophe that they could not see into it. They could only experience it. As their leader would have been unable to answer questions about the fleet's predicament before he poured out the tail in the form it had taken in his mind, now these mechanics were unable to see ahead. They were paralyzed by the completeness of the disaster before them.

They could live until the supplies of the fleet gave out. They could not grow fresh supplies without jungle-breaking machinery. They had to have jungle-breaking machinery. They could not imagine wanting anything less than jungle-breaking machinery. hodon raised his head the mechanics looked dully at him you men do maintenance he asked you repair things when they wear out on the ships have you run out of some materials you need for repairs after a long time a tired-looking man said slowly on the ship i came from we're having trouble our hydroponic garden keeps the air fresh of course but the water circulation pipes are gone Rusted through. We haven't got any pipe to fix them with.

We have to keep the water moving with buckets. Hodan got up, he looked around him. He hadn't brought hydroponic garden pipe supplies. And there was no raw material. He took a pair of power snips and cut away a section of cargo spaced wall lining. He cut it into strips. He asked the diameter of the pipe. Before their eyes, he made pipe, spirally wound around.

a mandrel and line welded to solidity. "'I need some of that on my ship,' said another man. The bearded man said heavily. "'Well, make some and send it to the ship's needed.' "'No,' said Hodan. "'We'll send the tools to make it. "'We can make the tools here. There must be other kinds of repairs that can't be made.

With the machines I have brought, we'll make the tools to make the repairs. Picture tape machines have reels that show exactly how to do it. It was a new idea. The mechanics had other and immediate problems beside the overall disaster of the fleet, pumps that did not work, motors that heated up. They could envision the meeting of those problems, and they could envision the obtaining of jungle plows, but they could not imagine anything in between.

They were capable of learning how to make tools for repairs. Hodan taught them. In one day there were five ships being brought into better operating condition, for ultimate futility, because of what he brought. Two days. Three, mechanics began to come to the liner. Those who'd learned first pompously passed on what they knew. On the fourth day, somebody began to use a vision tape machine to get information on a fine point

in welding. On the fifth day, there were lines of men waiting to use them. On the sixth day, a mechanic on what had been a luxury passenger liner on the other side of the galaxy, but it was scores of years ago, asked to talk to Haudan by space phone. He'd been working feverishly at the minor repairs he'd been unable to make for so long. To get material he pulled a crate off one of the junk machines supplied the fleet. He looked it over. He believed that if this piece were made new and that replaced with sound metal, the machine

might be usable. Hodon had him come to the liner, which was now the flagship of the fleet. Discussion began, shaping such large pieces of metal which could be taken from here or there. Shaping such large pieces of metal. Hodan began to draw diagrams. They were not clear. He drew more. Abruptly, he stared at what he'd outlined.

He saw something remarkable. If one applied a perfectly well-known bit of pure science information that nobody bothered with, he finished the diagram and a vast, soothing satisfaction came over him. We've got to get out of here, he said, not enough room. He looked about him, insensibly, as he talked to the first man on the fleet to show imagination other men had gathered around. They were now absorbed. "'I think,' said Hodan,

"'that we can make an electronic field "'that'll soften the cement-type "'between the crystals of steel "'without heating up anything else. "'If it works, we can make dye-forgings and dye-stampings "'with plastic dyes, "'and then that useless junk you've got can be rebuilt.' "'They listened gravely, nodding as he talked.

"'They did not quite understand everything, "'but they had the habit of believing him now. "'He needed this and that in the huge cargo spaces of the ship the leader had formerly used. Ah, said Hodan. How about duplicating these machines and sending them over? They looked estimatingly at the tool shop equipment. It could be made to duplicate itself.

The new machine shop in the ancient arc of space made another shop for another ship. In the other ship, that tool shop would make another for another ship, which, in turn, by then, Hodan had a cold metal dye, in operation. It was very large. It drew on the big ship's drive unit for power. One put a rough mass of steel in place between plastic dyes. One turned down the power. For the tenth of a second, no longer. The steel was soft as putty. Then it stiffened and was warm. But in that tenth of a second, it had been shaped with precision. It took two days to duplicate the jungle claw

Hodon had first been shown. In new sound metal. But after the first one worked triumphantly, they made forty of each part at a time, and turned out jungle plow equipment enough for the subjugation of all of Thetis's forests. There were other enterprises on hand, of course. A mechanic who stuttered horribly had an idea.

He could not explain it or diagram it, so he made it. It was an electric motor very far ahead of those in the machines of colon. Hodan waked from a catnap with a diagram in his head. He drew it half asleep, and later looked and found that his unconscious mind had designed a power supply system which made Walden's look rather primitive. During the first six days Hodan did not sleep to speak of, and after that he merely catnapsed when he could, but he finally agreed with the emigrants leader, now no longer fierce but

fiercely triumphant, that he thought they could go on. and he would ask a favor. He propped his eyelids open with his fingers and wrote the letter to his grandfather, that he'd composed in his mind in the liner on Crim. He managed to make one copy, unaddressed, of the public relations letter that he'd worked out at the same time.

He put it through a facsimile machine, and managed to address each of 50 copies. Then he yawned uncontrollably. He still yawned when he went to take leave of the leader of the people of Cullen. That person regarded him with warm eyes. "'I think everything's all right,' said Hotton, exhaustedly. "'You've got a dozen machine shops now, and they are multiplying themselves,

and you've got some enthusiastic mechanics now, who are drinking in the vision-tape stuff and finding out more than they guessed there was, and they're thinking now and then for themselves, "'I think you'll make it.' The bearded man said humbly, "'I waited until all you said was well.' "'Will you come with us?' "'No, ho, ho!' said Hodon.

He yawned again. "'I've got my work here. There's an obligation I have to meet.' "'It must be very admirable work,' said the old man, wistfully. "'I wish we had some young men like you among us.' "'You have,' said Hodon. "'They will be giving you trouble presently.'

The old man shook his head, looking at Hodon, very affectionately indeed. "'We will deliver your letters. he said warmly, first to Crim and then to Walden. Then we will go on and let you down your letter and give to your grandfather on Zan. Then we will go on toward Thetis. Our mechanics will work at building machines while we are in overdrive, but also they will build new tool shops and train new mechanics, so that every so often we will need to come out of overdrive

to transfer the tools and the men to the new ships. Haudan nodded exhaustedly. This was right. "'So,' said the old man contentedly, "'we will simply make those transfers in orbit about the planets for which we have your letters, "'but you will pardon us if we only let down your letters, "'and do not visit those planets? "'We have prejudices.'

"'Perfectly satisfactory,' said Hold on. "'So I'll—' "'The mechanics you have trained,' said the old man proudly, "'have made a little ship ready for you. "'It's not much larger than your spaceboat, "'but it is fit for travel between suns. which will be convenient for your work. I hope you will accept it.

There is even a tiny tool shop on it. Houdan would have been more touched if he hadn't known about it, but one of the men entrusted with the job had harassedly asked him for advice. He knew what he was getting. It was a space yacht he'd used before, refurbished, and fitted with everything the immigrants could provide. He affected great surprise and expressed unfeigned appreciation. Barely an hour later, he transferred to it with the spaceboat in tow.

He watched the emigrant fleet swing out to emptiness and resume its valiant journey. But it was not a hopeless journey now. In fact, the colony on Thetis ought to start out better equipped than most settled planets. And he went to sleep. He'd nothing urgent to do except allow a certain amount of time to pass before he did anything. He was exhausted. He slept the clock around and waked and ate at a year. sluggishly and went back to sleep again.

On the whole the cosmos did not notice the difference. Stars flamed in emptiness, and planets rotated sedately on their axes. Comets flung out gossom reveals or retracted them, and spaceliner's went about upon their lawful occasions, and lovers swore by stars and moons, often quite different stars and moons, and various things happened which had nothing to do with Hodon. But when he waked again, he was rested, and he reviewed all his actions and his situation. It appeared that matters promised fairly well on the emigrant fleet now gone forever. They would remember Hodon with affection for a year or so, and dimly after that.

But settling a new world would be enthralling and important work. Nobody'd think of him at all, after a certain length of time, but he had to think of an obligation he'd assumed on their account. He considered his own affairs. He told Fanny he was going to marry Neda. The way things looked that was no longer so probable. Of course in a year or two, or a few years, he might be out from under the obligations he now considered due.

In time even the Waldinian government would realize that death-rays don't exist, and a lawyer might be able to clear things for his return to Walden, but Neda was a nice girl. He frowned. That was it. was a remarkably nice girl, but Hodan suddenly doubted if she were a delightful one. He found himself questioning that she was exactly and perfectly what his long-cherished ambitions described.

He tried to imagine spending his declining years with Meta. He couldn't quite picture it as exciting. She did tend to be a little insipid. Presently, gloomy, and a trifle dogged about it. He brought the spaceboat around to the modernized boat board of the yacht. He got into it, leaving the Aad in orbit. He headed down toward Darth. Now that he'd rested, he had work to do which could not be neglected.

To carry out that work he needed a crew able and willing to pass for pirates for a pirate's pay, and there were innumerable castles on Darth. With quite as many shifty noblemen, and certainly no fewer plunder-hungry Darthian gentlemen hanging around them. But Don Loris Castle had one real advantage, and one which existed only in Hodon's mind. Don Loras's retainers did know that Hodon had led their companions to loot, large loot. He'd have less trouble and more enthusiastic support from Don Loris retainers than any other. This was true.

The illusion was that the Lady Fani was his firm personal friend with no nonsense about her. This was a very great mistake. He landed for the fourth time outside Don Loras Castle. This time he had no booty-laden men to march to the castle and act as heralds of his presence. The spaceboat's vision screen showed Don Laura's stronghold as immense, dark, and menacing. Banners flew from its turrets, their colors bright in the ruddy light of near sunset. The gate remained closed. For a long time there was no sign that his landing had been noted.

Then there was movement on the battlements, and a figure began to descend outside the wall. It was lowered to the ground by a long rope. It reached the ground and shook itself. It marched, toward the spaceboat, through the red and nearly level rays of the dying sun. Hodan watched with a frown on his face. This wasn't a retainer of Don Loras. It assuredly wasn't fanny.

He couldn't even make out its gender until the figure was very near. Then he looked astonished. It was his old friend Derek, arrived on Darth a long while since in the spaceboat Hodon had been using ever since. Derek had been his boon companion in the days when he expected to become rich by splendid exploits and electronics. Derek was also the character who'd conscientiously told the

cops on Hodarn when they found his power receptor sneaked into a mid-continent station and a stray corpse coincidentally outside. He opened the boat port and stood in the opening. Derek had been a guest, anyhow, an inhabitant of Don Lorre's Castle for a good long while now. Hodon wondered if he considered his quarters cozy. Even Derek? said Hodon cordially. You're looking well. I don't feel it, said Derek dismally. I feel like a fool in Castle yonder,

and the high police official I came here with has gotten grumpy and snaps when I tried to speak to him. Hodan said gravely. I'm sure the lady Fonnie. A tigress, said Derek bitterly. We don't get along. Looking at Derek, Hodan found himself able to understand why.

Derek was the sort of friend one might make on Walden for lack of something better. He was well-meaning. He might be capable of splendid things, even heroism, but he was horribly, terribly, appallingly civilized. Well, well, said Hodarn kindly. And what's on your mind, Derek? I came, said Derek dismally, to plead with you again, Braun. You must surrender.

There's nothing else to do. People can't have death-raised, Bron. Above all, you mustn't tell the pirates how to make them. Godin was puzzled for a moment. Then he realized that Derek's information about the fleet came from the spearmen he brought back, loaded down with cash. Derek hadn't noticed the absence of the flashing lights at sunset, or hadn't realized that they meant the fleet was gone away.

Huh, said Hodan. Why don't you think I've already done it? "'Because they'd have killed you,' said Derek. Don Loris pointed that out. He doesn't believe you know how to make death rays. He says it's not a secret anybody would be willing for anybody else to know. But you know the truth, Ron. You killed that poor man back on Walden.

You've got to sacrifice yourself for humanity. You'll be treated kindly.' Hodon shook his head. It seemed somehow very startling for Derek to be harping on that same idea, after so many things that happened to Hodon. But he didn't think Derek would actually expect him to yield to persuasion. There must be something else. Derek might even have nerved himself up to something quite desperate.

What did you really come here for, Derek? To beg you to— Then in one instant, Derek made a hysterical gesture, and Hodon's stun pistol hummed. A small object left Derek's hands as his muscles convuls from the stun pistol bolt. It did not quite fly true. It fell a foot or so to one side of the boat port instead of it. of inside. It exploded luridly as Derek crumpled from the pistol bolt. There was a thick, strangling smoke. Hodan disappeared. When the thickest smoke drifted away, there was nothing to be

seen but Derek lying on the ground, and thinner smoke drifting out of the still-open boat port. Nearly half an hour later, figures came very cautiously toward the spaceboat. Thaul was their leader. His expression was mournful and depressed. Other brawny retainers came uncertainly. behind him. And a nod from Thal, two of them picked up Derek and carted him off toward the castle. "'I guess he got it,' said Thal dismally. He peered in. He shook his head.

"'Wounded maybe, and crawled off to die.' He peered in again and shook his head once more. "'No sign of him.' A spearman just behind Thal said, "'Dirty trick! I was with him to Walt and any paid off good. A good man! Should have been achieved in good man!' Thal entered the spaceboat, gingerly.

He wrinkled his nose at the faint smell of explosives still inside. Another man came in. Another. Say, said one of them in a conspiratorial voice. We got our share of that lute from Walton. Betty had a share, too. What'd he do with it? He could have kept it in this boat here. We could take a quick look what Don Loers don't know, don't hurt him. I am going to find Hodan first, said Thal with dignity.

We don't have to carry him outside so Don Loras knows we're looking for loot, but I'm going to find him first." There were other men in the spaceboat now, a full dozen of them. Their spears were very much in the way. The boat door closed quietly. Don Loras retainers stared at each other. The locking dogs grumbled for half a second, sealing the door tightly. Don Lorris retainers began to babble protestingly.

There was a roaring outside. The spaceboat stirred. The roaring rose to thunder. The boat lurched. It flung the spearmen into a sprawling, swearing, terrified heap at the rear end of the boat's interior. The boat went on out to space again. In the control room, Hodon said dowerly to himself. I'm in a rut. I've got to figure out some way to ship a pirate crew without having to kidnap them. This is getting monotonous. End of Chapter 10.

Chapter 11 of The Pirates of VersaSats. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The Pirates of Her Sats by Murray Leinster Chapter 11 There was a disturbing air which was shared by all the members of Hodon's crew on the way to Walden. It was not exactly reluctance because there was a self-evident enthusiasm over the idea of making a pirate voyage under him. So far as past enterprises were concerned, Hodon, as a leader, was the answer to a

Dorothean gentleman's prayer. The partial looting of Gek's castle alone would have made him a desirable leader, but a crew of seven returned from space had displayed currency which amounted to the wealth of fabled Ind. Nobody knew what Ind was any longer, but it was a synonym for fabulous and uncountable riches. When men went off with Hodan, they came back rich. But nevertheless there was an uncomfortable sort of atmosphere in the removed yacht.

They trans-shipped from the spaceboat to the yacht through lifeboat tubes, and they were quite docile about it because none of them knew how to get back to ground. Hodan left the spaceboat with a triggerable timing signal set for use on his return. He'd done a similar thing off crim. He drove the little yacht well out, until Darth was only a spotted ball with visible clouds and ice caps. Then he lined up for Walden, direct, and went into overdrive. Within hours he noted the disturbing feel of things. His followers were not happy. They moaked. They sat in corners and submerged themselves in misery. Large, massive, men with drooping blonde moustaches, ideal characters for the roles of pirates, tended

to squeeze tears out of their eyes at odd moments. When the ship was twelve hours on its way, the atmosphere inside it was funereal. The spearmen did not even gorge themselves on the food with which the yacht was stocked, and when a Dorothy and gentleman lost his appetite, something had to be wrong. He called Thal into the control room. "'What's the matter with the gang?' he demanded vexedly. They look at me as if I'd broken all their hearts. Do they want to go back?"

Thal heaved a sigh indicating depression besides which suicidal mania would be hilarity. He said pathetically, "'We cannot go back. We cannot ever return to Darth. We are lost men doomed to wander forever among strangers, or to float as corpses between the stars.' "'What happened?' demanded Hodan. "'I'm taking you on a pirate cruise where the lute should be a lot better than last time.'

Thal wept. Hodon, astonishly regarded his whiskery countenance, contorted with grief and dampened with tears. "'It happened at the castle,' said Thal miserably. "'The men Derek from Walden had thrown a bomb at you. You seem to be dead, but Don Loras was not sure. He fretted as he does. He wished to send someone to make sure.

The lady Fanny said, I will make sure.' She called me to her and said, "'Tal, will you fight for me?' And there was Don Loras suddenly nodding beside her. So I said, yes, my lady Fani. Then she said, Thank you. I am troubled by Bronhodan.

So what could I do? She said the same thing to each of us, and each of us had to say that he would fight for her. To each she said that she was troubled by you. Then Don Loras sent us out to look at your body. And now we are disgraced. Hodan's mouth opened and closed again. He remembered this item of Dorothy and etiquette.

If a girl asked a man if he would fight for her, and he agreed, then within a day and a night he had to fight the man she sent him to fight, or else he was disgraced. And disgrace on Darth meant that the shamed man could be plundered or killed by anybody who chose to do so, but he would be hanged by indignant authority if he resisted. It was a great deal worse than outlawry. It included scorn and contempt and abrupt and abroprium. It meant dishonor and humiliation and admitted degradation. A disgraced man was despicable in his own eyes, and Hodan had kidnapped these men who'd been forced to engage themselves to fight him.

And if they killed him, they would obviously die in space, and if they didn't, they'd be ashamed to stay alive. The moral tone on Darth was probably not elevated, but etiquette was a force. Hodon thought it over. He looked up suddenly. "'Some of them,' he said Riley, probably figured there's nothing to do but go through with it, huh?' "'Yes,' said Thal dismally. "'Then we will all die.' "'Han,' said Houdon. "'The obligation is to fight.

"'If you fail to kill me, "'that's not your fault, is it? "'If you're conquered, you're in the clear?' "'Thal said miserably, "'true, too, true, when a man is conquered, "'he is conquered, his conqueror may plunder him "'when the matter is finished, "'or he can spare him,

"'then he may never fight his conqueror again.' "'draw your knife,' said Hoseph, Odon, come at me." Thal bewilderedly made the gesture. Hodon leveled a stun pistol and said, "'Bsd, you're conquered. You came at me with your knife and I shot you with my stun pistol. It's all over, right?'

Thou gaped at him. Then he beamed. He expanded, he gloated, he frisked. He practically wagged a non-existent tail in his exuberance. He'd been shone and out when he could see none. Send in the others one by one, said Hodon. I'll take care of them. But Thal, why did the lady find he want me killed?

Thal had no idea, but he did not care. Hodon did care. He was bewildered and inclined to be indignant. A noble friendship like theirs, a spearman, came in and saluted. Hodon went through a symbolic duel which was plainly the way the thing would have happened in reality. Others came in and went through the same process. Two of them did not quite grasp that it was a ritual and he had to shoot them in the

night farm. he hunted in the ship's supplies for ointment for the blisters that would appear from stun-pistol bolts at such short range. As he bandaged the places he again tried to find out why the Lady Fonnie had tried to get him carved up by the large-bladed knives all D'Artian gentlemen wore, but nobody could enlighten him. But the atmosphere improved remarkably. Since each theoretic fight had taken place in private, nobody was obliged to admit a compromise

with etiquette. Hodon's followers ceased to brood. They developed huge appetites. Those who had been aground on crim told zestfully of the monstrous hangovers they'd acquired there. It appeared that Hodan was revered for the size of the benders he enabled his followers to hang on. But there remained the fact that the Lady Fonnie had tried to get him massacred.

He puzzled over it. The little yachts sped through space toward Walden. He tried to think how he defended Fani. He could think of nothing. He set to work on a new electronic setup which would make still another modification of the Lawler Space Drive possible. In the others, groups of electronic components were cut out and others substituted in rather tricky fashion from the control board.

This was trickiest of all. It required the homemade vacuum tube to burn steadily when in use. But it was a very simple idea. Lawler Drive and landing grid force fields were formed by not dissimilar generators and ball lightning force fields were in the same general family of phenomena. Suppose one made the field generator that had to be on a ship if it was to drive at all, capable of all those allied associated similar force fields. If a ship could make the fields that landing grids did, it should be useful to pirates.

Odon's present Aaron was neither pure nor simple piracy, but piracy it would be. The more he considered the obligation he'd taken on himself when he helped the emigrant flee. more he doubted that he could lift it without long struggle. He was preparing to carry on that struggle for a long time. He'd more or less resigned himself to the postponement of his personal desires, Netta, for example. He wasn't quite sure. Perhaps after all. But time passed, and he finished his electronic job. He came out of overdrive and made his observations and corrected his course. Finally there came a moment when the fiery ball which was Walden's sun shone brightly in the vision plates. It writhed and spun in the vast silence

of emptiness. Hodan drove to a point still above the five-diameter limit of Walden. He interestedly switched down the control which made his drive-unit-manufactured landing-gribed type force fields. He groped for Walden and felt the peculiar rigidity of the ship when the field took hold somewhere underground. He made an adjustment and felt the ship respond. Instead of pulling ship to ground, and the setup he'd made, the new force fields pulled the ground toward the ship. When he reversed the adjustment, instead of pushing the ship away to empty space, the new field pushed the planet. There was no practical difference, of course. The effect was simply that the space yacht now carried its own landing grid.

It could descend anywhere and ascend from anywhere, without using rockets. Moreover, it could hover without using power. Hodon was pleased. He took the yacht down to a bare four hundred mile altitude. He stopped it there. It was highly satisfactory. He made quite certain that everything worked as it should. Then he made a call on the space communicator.

Calling ground, said Hodon. Calling ground. Pirateship calling ground. He waited for an answer. Now he'd find out the result of very much effort in planning. He was apprehensive, of course. There was much responsibility on his shoulders. There was the liner he'd captured and looted and given to the emigrants.

There were his followers on the yacht, now enthusiastically sharpening their two-foot-knife blades in expectation of loot. He owed these people something. For an instant he thought of the Lady Fani and wondered how he could make reparation to her for whatever had hurt her feelings so she tried to get his throat cut. A whining, bitterly unhappy voice came to him. Pirateship," said the voice plaintively. We've received the fleet's warning, please state where you intend to descend and we will

take measures to prevent disorder. Repeat, please state where you are intent to descend and we will take measures to prevent disorder." Odon drew a sharp breath of relief. He named a spot, a high-income residential small city some forty miles from the planetary capital. He set his controls for a very gradual descent. He went out to where his followers made grisly zinging noises where they honed their knives.

"'We'll land,' said Hodan sternly, in about three quarters of an hour. You will go ashore and loot in parties of not less than three. Thal, you will be shipguard and receive the plunder and make sure nobody from Walden gets on board. You will not waste time committing atrocities on the population." He went back to the control room. He turned to General Communication Bands and listened to the broadcast down below. Special Emergency Bulletin, boomed a voice. Pirates are landing in the city of Ensfield, 40 miles from Walden City.

The population is instructed to evacuate immediately, leaving all action to the police. Repeat, the population will evacuate Ennsfield, leaving all action to the police. Take nothing with you. Take nothing with you. Leave at once. Hodon nodded approvingly. The voice boomed again. Special Emergency Bulletin. Pirates are landing. Evaculate. Wait, take nothing with you. Leave at once." He turned to another channel, an excited, voiced, barked. Seems to be the early one pirate ship, which has been located hovering in an unknown manner over Ensfield.

We are rushing camera crews to the spot and will try to give on the spot as it happens coverage of the landing of pirates on Walden. They're looting of the city of Ensfield and the traffic jams inevitable in the departure of the citizens before the pirate ship touches ground. For background information on this most exciting event in planetary history, I take you to our editorial rooms. Another voice took over instantly. It will be remembered that some days since the gigantic pirate fleet then overhead sent down a communication to the planetary government, warning that single ships would appear to loot and giving notice that any resistance, Odon felt a contented heartwarming glow. The emigrant fleet had most faithful.

carried out its leaders' promise to let down a letter from space while in orbit around Walden. The emigrants, of course, did not know the contents of the letter. They would not send anybody down to ground because of the temptations to sin in societies other than their own. Blithely and cheerfully and dutifully, they would give the appearance of monstrous piratical strength. They would awe Walden thoroughly. And then they'd go on, faithfully leaving similar letters and similar impressions on CRIM

and Lojala, and Treli, and Famagusta, and throughout the coal-sac stars until the stock of addressed missives ran out. They would perform this kindly act out of gratitude to Hodda. And every other planet they visited would be left with the impression that the fleet overhead was that of bloodthirsty space marauders who would presently send single ships to collect loot, which must be yielded without resistance. such looting expeditions were to be looked for regularly and must be submitted to under penalty of unthinkable retribution from the monster fleet of space.

Now as the yacht descended on Walden, it represented that mythical but impressive piratical empire of Haudan's contrivance. He listened with genuine pleasure to the broadcasts. When low enough, he even picked up the pictures of highways thronged with fugitives from the to-be-leuded town. He saw Waldenian police directing the traffic of flight. He saw other traffic heading toward the city. Walden was the most highly civilized planet in the Nirmie cluster, and its citizens had

no worries at all except about tranquilizers to enable them to stand it. When something genuinely exciting turned up, they wanted to be there to see it. The yacht descended below the clouds. Hodan turned on an emergency flare to make a landing by. Sitting in the control room, he saw his own ship as the broadcast cameras picked it up and related to millions of homes. He was impressed. It was a glaring eye of fierce light, descending deliberately with a dark and mysterious

spacecraft behind it. He heard the chattered on-the-spot news accounts of the happening. He saw the people who had not left Ennsfield joined by avid visitors. He saw all of them held back by police, who frantically shepherded them away from the area in which the pirates should begin their horrid work. Odon even watched pleasurably from his control room as the broadcast cameras daringly showed the actual touchdown of the ship, the dramatic slow opening of its entrance port, the appearance of authentic pirates in the opening armed to the teeth, bristling ferociously, glaring about

them at hair-silent, hair-deserted streets of the city left to their mercy. It was a splendid broadcast. Hodan would have liked to stay and watch all of it, but he had work to do. He had to supervise the piratical raid. It was, as it turned out, simple enough. Looting parties of three pirates each move skulking about seeking plunder. Quaking cameramen dared to ask them in shaking voices to pose for the news cameras. It was a request no Darthian gentleman, even in an act of piracy, could possibly refuse.

They posed, making pictures of malignant ruffinism. Commentators, adding informed comment to delectably thrilling pictures, observed that the pirates wore Darthian costume but observed, observed crisply that this did not mean that Darth as an entity had turned pirate, but only that some of her citizens had joined the pirate fleet. The camera crews then asked apologetically if they would permit themselves to be broadcast in the act of looting. Growling savagely for the public and occasionally adding a fiendish ha, they obliged.

The camera crews helped pick out good places to loot for the sake of good pictures. The pirates cooperated in fine, dramatic style. Millions watching vision sets all over the planet shivered in delicious horror as the pirates went about their nefarious enterprise. Presently, the press of onlookers could not be held back by the police. They surrounded the pirates, some greatly daring asked for autographs. Girls watched them with round, frightened, fascinated eyes. Younger men found it vastly thrilling to carry burdens of loot back to the pirate ship for them.

Thal complained hoarsely that the ship was getting overloaded. Hodon ordered greater discrimination, but his pirates by this time were in the position of directors rather than looters themselves. Romantic Waldinian admirers smashed windows and brought them treasure for the reward of scowling acceptance. Hodon had to call it off. The pirate ship was loaded. It was then the center of an agitated, excited, enthusiastic crowd.

He called back his men. One party of three did not return. He took two others and fought his way through the mob. He found the trio backed against a wall while hysterically adoring girls struggled to see scraps of their garments for mementos of real live pirates looting a Waldenian town. But Hodan got them back to the ship, in confusion tending toward the blushful. Their clothes were shreds. He fought a way clear for them to get into the ship.

He fought his way in. Cheers rose from the onlookers. He got the landing port shut only by the help of police who kept pirate fans from having their fingers caught in its closing. Then the piratical space yacht rose swiftly toward the stars. An hour later, there was barely any diminution of the excitement inside the ship. Dorothy and gentlemen all, Hodan's followers still gazed and floated over the plundered, tucked everywhere. It crowded the living quarters.

It threatened to interfere with the astrogation of the ship. Hodan came out of the control room and was annoyed. "'Break it up,' he snapped. "'Pack that stuff away somewhere. What do you think this is?' Thal gazed at him abstractedly, not quite able to tear his mind and thoughts from this completely unimaginable mass of clundered. Then intelligence came into his eyes, as much as could appear there.

He grinned suddenly. He slapped his thigh. "'Boys!' he gurgled. "'He don't know what we got for him!' One man looked up. Two, they beamed. They got to their feet gripping jewelry. Thal went ponderously to one of the two owner's staterooms the yacht retained.

At the door he turned expansively. She came to the port, he said exuberantly, and said we were wearing clothes like they were on Darth. Did we come from there? I said we did. Then she said, did we know somebody named Bronhodan on Darth? And I said we did. And if she'd step inside the ship, she'd meet you. And here she is. He unfastened the stateroom door, which had been barred from without. He opened it. He looked in and grabbed and pulled at something. Hodon went sick with apprehension. He groaned as the something inside the stateroomed and yielded. Thal brought Neda out into the saloon of the yacht. Her nose and eyes were red from terrified

weeping. She gazed about her in purest despairing horror. She did not see Hodan for a moment. Her eyes were filled with the brawny, mustachioed piratical figures who were Dorothy and and who grinned at her in what she took for evil gloating. She wailed. Hodon swallowed, with much difficulty, and said sickly, It's all right, Neda, it was a mistake. Nothing will happen to you. You're quite—and he knew with desperate certainty that it was true.

Safe with me. And she was. End of Chapter 11. Chapter 12 of The Pirates of VersaSatz. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The Pirates of Her Sats by Murray Leinster. Chapter 12 Houdon stopped off at Crim by Landing Grid to consult his lawyers.

He felt a certain amount of hope of good results from his raid on Walden, but he was desperate about Neda. Once she was confident of her safety under his protection, she took over the operation of the spaceship. She displayed an overwhelming sacroninity that was appalling. She was sweetness and light among criminals who respectfully did not harm her, and she sweetened and lightened the atmosphere of the space yacht until Hodon's followers were close to mutiny.

"'It ain't that I mind her being a nice girl,' one of the mustachio D'arthians explained almost tearfully to Hodon. "'But she wants to make a nice girl out of me!' Hodon himself cringed from her society. He could gladly have put her ashore on Crem with ample funds to return to Walden, but she was prettily, reproachfully, helpless. If he did put her ashore, she would confide her kidnapping and the lovely behavior of the pirates until nobody would believe in them any more, which would be fatal.

He went to his lawyers, brooding. The news astounded him. The emigrant fleet had appeared over Crem on the way to Walden. Before it appeared, Hodon's affairs had been prosperous enough. Right after his previous visit, news had come of the daring piratical raid which captured a ship off Walden. This was the liner Hodon brought into Krim. All merchants and ship owners immediately insured all vessels and goods in space transit at much higher valuations.

The risk insurance stocks brought on Haudan's account had multiplied in value. Obeying his instructions, his lawyers had sold them out and held a pleasing fortune in trust for Hodon. Then came the fleet over Krim, with its letter-threatening planetary destruction if resistance was offered to single ships which would land and loot, later on. It seemed that all commerce was at the mercy of space marauders. Risk insurance companies had undertaken to indemnify the owners of ships and freights and emptiness. Now that an unprecedented pirate fleet ranged and doubtless ravaged the skyways, the insurance companies ought to go bankrupt. Owners of stock in them dumped it at any price to get rid of it. In accordance with Hodan's instructions, though, his lawyers had faithfully,

if distastefully brought it in. To use up the funds available, they had to buy up not only all the stock of all the risk insurance companies of CRIM, but all stock in all off-planet companies owned by investors on CRIM. Then time passed, and ships in space arrived unmolested in port.

Cargos were delivered intact. Insurers observed that the risk insurance companies had not collapsed and could still pay off if necessary. They continued their insurance, Risk companies appeared financially sound once more. They had more business than ever, and no more claims than usual. Suddenly, their stocks went up, or rather, what people were willing to pay for them went up, because Hodon had forbidden the sale of any stock after the pirate fleet appeared.

Now he asked hopefully if he could reimburse the owners of the ship he'd captured off Walden. He could. Could he pay them even the profit they've made between the loss of their ship and the arrival of a replacement? he could. Could he pay off the shippers of Rigillion furs and jewelry from the set of stars, and the owners of the bulk melissons that had brought so good a price on crim? He could. In fact, he had. The insurance companies he now owned lock, stock, and barrel had already paid the claims on the ship and its cargo, and it would be rather officious to add to that reimbursement. Houdon was abruptly appalled. He insisted on a bonus being paid regardless, which his lawyers had

some trouble finding a legal fiction to fit. Then he brooded over his position. He wasn't a businessman. He hadn't expected to make out so well. He thought to have to labor for years, perhaps, to make good the injury he'd done the ship owners and merchants in order to help the immigrants from colon. But it was all done, and here he was with a fortune and the framework of a burgeoning financial empire. He didn't like it. Gloomily, he explained matters to his attorneys. They pointed out that he had a duty, an obligation from the nature of his unlawful, unexpected success. If he let things go now, the currently thriving business of risk insurance would return to its former unimportance. His companies had taken on extra help. More bookkeepers

and accountants worked for him this week than last. More mail clerks, secretaries, janitors, and scrub women. Even more vice presidents. He would administer a serious blow to the economy of crim if he caused a slackening of employment by letting his companies go to pot. A slackening of employment would cause a drop in retail trade. An increase in inventories, a depression in industry. Hodon thought gloomily of his grandfather. He'd written to the old gentleman, and the emigrant fleet would have delivered the letter. He couldn't disappoint his grandfather.

He morbidly accepted his attorney's advice, and they arranged immediately to take over the 41st as well as the 42nd and third floors of the building their offices were in. Commerce would march on. And Hodan headed for Darth. He had to return his crew, and there was a hundred thousand. something else, several somethings else. He arrived in that solar system and put his yacht in a search orbit, listening for the call signal the spaceboat should give for him to Homa.

He found it, deep within the gravity field of Darth. He maneuvered to come alongside, and there was blinding light everywhere. Alarms rang. Lights went out. Instruments registered impossibilities. The rockets fired crazily, and the whole ship reeled. And a voice roared out of the communicator. Stand and deliver!

Surrender and you'll be allowed to go to ground. But if ye even hesitate I'll hurl you and heave you out a space without a space suit." Hodan winced. Stray sparks had flown about everywhere inside the space yacht. A ball lightning bolt, even of only warning size, makes things uncomfortable when it strikes. Hodan's fingers tingled as if they'd been asleep. He threw on the transmitter switch and said, annoyedly, "'Hello, grandfather. This is Bron. Have you been waiting for me long?'

He heard his grandfather swear disgustedly. Not long later, a badly battered, black and scuffed old spacecraft came rolling up on rocket impulse and stopped with a billowing of rocket fumes. Odon threw a switch and used a landing grid field he'd used on Walden in another fashion. The ships came together with fine precision, lifeboat tube to lifeboat tube. He heard his grandfather swear in amazement. That's a little trick I worked out, Grandfather, said Hodan into the transmitter. Come aboard, I'll pass it on. His grandfather presently appeared, scowling and suspicious.

His eye shrewdly examined everything, including the loot tucked in every available space. He snorted. All honestly come by, said Hodan morbidly. It seems I've got a license to steal. I'm not sure what to do with it. His grandfather stared at a placard on the wall. It said archly, remember a lady is present. Neda had put it up.

Hmm, said his grandfather. What's a woman doing on a pirate ship? That's what your letter talked about. They get on, said Hodon, wincing. Like mice. You've had mice on a ship, haven't you? Come in the control room and I'll explain. He did explain.

Up to the point where his arrangements to pay back for a ship and cargo he'd given away, turned into a runaway success. And now he was responsible. for the employment of innumerable bookkeepers and clerks and such in the insurance companies he'd come to own. There was also the fact that, as the emigrant fleet went on, some fifty more planets in all would require the attention of pirate ships from time to time, or there would be disillusionment and injury to the economic system.

"'Organization,' said his grandfather, "'does wonders for a tender conscience like you've got. What else?' Houdon explained the matters of his Darthian crew. Don Loras might affect to consider them disgrace because they hadn't cut his throat. Hodon had to take care of the matter. And there was Netta. Fanny came into the story somehow, too. Hodon's grandfather grunted at the end.

"'We'll go down and talk to this, Don Loris,' he said pugnaciously. "'I have dealt with his kind before. "'Wilterward or down, your cousin Ollerall take look at this new gridfield job. We'll put it on my ship. Huh. How about the time down below? Never land long after daybreak. Early in the morning, people ain't at their best."

Hodan looked at Darth, rotating deliberately below him. "'It's not too late, sir,' he said. "'Will you follow me down?' His grandfather nodded briskly, took another comprehensive look at the lute from Walden, and crawled back through the tube to his own ship. So it was not too long after dawn, in that time zone, when a sentry on the battlements of Don Loris Castle felt a shadow over his head. He jumped a foot and stared upward.

When his hair stood up on end and almost threw his steel helmet off, he stared, unable to move a muscle. There was a ship above him. It was not a large ship, but he could not judge of such matters. It was not supported by rockets. It should have been falling horribly to smash him under its weight. It wasn't. Instead it floated on with very fine precision, like a ship being landed by grid, and settled

delicately to the ground some fifty yards from the base of the castle wall. Thereafter there was a muttering roar. It grew to a howl, a bellow, it became thunder. It increased from that to a noise so stupendous that it ceased altogether to be heard, and it was only felt as a deep-toned battering at one's chest. When it ended there was a second ship resting in the middle of a very large scorched place close by the first. Neither of these ships was a spaceboat.

The silently landed vessel, which was the smaller of the two, was several times the sizes of the only spacecraft ever seen on Darth outside the spaceport. Its design was somehow suggestive of a yacht. The other larger ship was blunt and soiled and space-worn, with patches on its plating here and there. A landing ramp dropped down from the battered craft. It neatly spanned the scorched and still-smoking patch of soil. A port opened.

Men came out, following a jaunty small figure with belligerent gray whiskers. dragged an enigmatic object behind them. Hodon came out of the yacht. His grandfather said waspishly. "'This the castle?' He waved at the massive pile of cut gray stone, with the walls twenty feet thick and sixty high. "'Yes, sir,' said Hodon.

"'Ah!' snorted his grandfather. "'Looks flimsy to me.' He waved his hand again. "'You remember your cousins.' Familiar, matter-of-fact nods came from the men of the battered ship. Odon hadn't seen any of them for years, but they were his kin. They wore commonplace, workaday garments, but carried weapons slung negligently over their shoulders. They dragged the cryptic object behind them without particular formation or apparent discipline,

but somehow they looked capable. Odon and his grandfather strolled to the castle gate, their companions a little to their rear. They came to the gate, nothing happened. Nobody challenged. There was the feel of peevish refusal to associate with persons who landed in spaceships. "'Shall we hail?' asked Hodan. "'Nah,' snorted his grandfather.

"'I know his kind. Make him make the advances.' He waved to his descendants. "'Open it up!' Somebody casually pulled back a cover and reached in and threw switches. "'Found a power to broadcast unit,' grunted Hodan's grandfather. a ship we took. Hooked it to the ship's space drive.

When you can't use the space drive, you still got power. Your cousin Oliver whipped this thing up to use it." The enigmatic object made a spiteful noise. The castle gate shuttered and fell halfway from its hinges. The thing made a second noise. Stone splintered and began to collapse. Hodon admired. Three more unpleasing but not violently loud sounds.

Half the wall on either side of the gate was rubble, collapsing partly in the wall. inside and partly outside the castle's proper boundary. Figures began to wave hysterically from the battlements. Hodon's grandfather yawned slightly. I always like to talk to people, he observed, when they're worrying about what I'm likely to do to them instead of what maybe they can do to me. Figures appeared on the ground level. They'd come out of a sally port to one side.

They were even extravagantly cordial when Hodan's grandfather admitted that it might be convenient to talk over his business inside the castle, where there would be an easy chair to sit in. Presently, they sat beside the fireplace in the great hall. Don Loris, jittering, shivered next to Hodon's grandfather. The lady Fani appeared, icy cold and defiant. She walked with frigid dignity to a place beside her father. Hodan's grandfather regarded her with a wicked estimating gaze. "'Not bud,' he said brightly. "'Not bud, he said brightly. Not bud at whole.' Then he turned to Hodon. "'Those retainers coming?'

"'On the way,' said Hodon. He was not happy. The Lady Fonny had passed her eyes over him exactly as if he did not exist. There was a murmurous noise. The dozen spearmen came marching into the great hall. They carried loot. It dripped on the floor and they blandly ignored such things as strayed golden coins falling off away from them.

Stay-at-home inhabitants of the castle gazed at them in joyous wonderment. Neda came with them. The Lady Fani made a very slight, almost imperceptible movement. Odon said desperately, "'Fanny, I know you hate me, though. I can't guess why. But here's the thing that has to be taken care of. We made a raid on Walden.

That's where this loot came from. And my men kidnapped this girl. Her name is Neda. And they brought her on the ship as a present to me because she admitted she knew me. Net is in an awful fix, Fonnie. She's alone and friendless, and somebody has to take care of her. Her father will come for her eventually, no doubt.

But somebody's got to take care of her in the meantime, and I can't do it. Odon felt hysterical at the bare idea. I can't. The Lady Fani looked at Neda, and Neda wore the brave look of a girl so determinedly sweet that nobody could possibly bear it. I'm very sorry, said Neda bravely, that I've been the cause of poor Bron turning pirate

and getting into such dreadful trouble. I cry over it every night before I go to sleep. He treated me as if I were his sister, and the other men were so gentle and respectful that I think it will break my heart when they are punished. When I think of them being executed with all that dreary, hopeless formality, "'Andard,' said the Lady Fanny practically, "'we are not very formal about such things.

"'Just cutting somebody's throat is usually enough.' "'But he treated you like a sister, did he? Thal?' Thal swallowed. He'd been beaming a moment before with his arms full of silver plate, jewelry, laces, and other bits of booty from the town of Ennsfield. But now he said desperately, "'Yes, Lady Fani, but not the way I'd have treated my sister.' my sister's lady fanny bit me when they were little slapped me when they were bigger and scorned me when i grew up i'm fond of them but if one of my sisters ever lectured me because i wasn't refined or shook a finger at me because i wasn't gentlemanly lady fanny i'd have strangled her

there was a certain gleam in the lady fanny's eye as she said warmly to hodon of course i'll take care of the poor thing i'll let her sleep with my maids and i'm sure one of them can spare clothes for her to wear and i'll take care of her until the spaceliner comes to wear and i'll take care of her until the spaceliner comes long and she can be shipped back to her family. And you can come see her whenever you please, to make sure she's all right." Odon's eyes tended to grow wild. His grandfather cleared his throat loudly. Odon said doggedly, "'You, Fani, asked each of my men if they'd fight for you.' They said yes.

You sent them to cut my throat. They didn't. But they're not disgraced. I want that clear. They're good men. They're not disgrace for failing to assassinate me.' "'Of course they aren't,' conceded the lady. Bonnie sweetly.

Whoever heard of such a thing? Hodan wiped his forehead. Don Loras opened his mouth fretfully. Hodon's grandfather forestalled him. You've heard about that big pirate fleet that's been floating around these parts, huh? It's my grandsons. I run a squadron of it for him.

Wonderful boy, my grandson. Bloodthirsty crews on those ships, but they love that boy. Very... Don Loras caught his breath. Very interesting. He likes your men, confided Hodan's grandfather. used them twice. Says they make nice, well-behaved pirates.

He's going to give them stun pistols and cannon like the one that smashed your gate. Only men on Darth with guns like that. Seize the spaceport and put in power broadcast, and make sure nobody else gets stun weapons. Run the country. You're going to love it. Love that boy, too. Follow him anywhere. Lute. Don Loris quivered. It was horribly plausible.

He'd had the scheme of the only stun weapon armed force, on Darth himself. He knew his men tended to revere Hodan because of the plunder his followers seemed always to acquire. Don Loras was in a very, very uncomfortable situation. Bored men from the battered spacecraft stood about his great hall. They were unimpressed. He knew that they at least were casually sure that they could bring his castle down about his ears and minutes if they chose. But if my men, Don Loris quavered, what about me? Miner problem, said Hodan's grandfather.

grandfather blandly. The usual thing would be, pft, cut your throat, he rose. Decide that later on, no doubt. Yes, Brun? I brought back my men, Grohl, Hodon. And Ned is taken care of. We're through here. He headed abruptly for the Great Hall's farthest door.

His grandfather followed him briskly, and the negligent, matter-of-fact, armed men who were mostly Hodon's first and second cousins, came after them. Outside the castle, Hodon said angrily, "'Why did you tell such a preposterous story, grandfather?' "'It's not preposterest,' said his grandfather. "'Sound like fun to me. "'You're tired now, Bron. "'Lots of responsibilities and such.

"'Take a rest. "'You and your cousin Oliver get together "'and fix those new gadgets on my ship. "'I'll take the other boys for a run over to this spaceport town. "'The boys'll need a run ashore, and there might be some loot. "'Your grandmother's fond of homespun. "'I'll try to pick some up for her.' "'Odan shrugged.

"'His grandfather was a little. the law unto himself. Hodan saw his cousin's bringing horses from the castle stables, and a very casual group went riding away as if on a pleasure excursion. As a matter of fact it was. Thal guided them. For the rest of that morning and part of the afternoon, Hodan and his cousin Oliver worked at the battered ship's loller drive.

Hodan was pleased with his cousin's respect for his device. He unfaintedly admired the cannon his cousin had designed. Presently, they reminisced about their childhood. It was pleasant to renew family ties like this. The riders came back about sunset. There were extra horses with loads. There were cheerful shoutings. His grandfather came into Hodon's ship.

Brought back some company, he said. Space liner landed while we were there. Friend of yours on it. Congenio fellow, Ron? Thanks well of you, too. A large figure followed his grandfather in. A large figure with snow-white hair. the amiable and relaxed interstellar ambassador to Walden.

Hard-gated horses, Hodon, he said Riley. I want a chair and a drink. I travel a good many light years to see you, and it wasn't necessary after all. I've been talking to your grandfather. Glad to see you, sir, said Hodon reservedly. His cousin Oliver brought glasses, and the ambassador buried his nose in his,

and said in satisfaction, Ah, that's good. Capable man, your grandfather. I watched him loot. that town. Beautifully professional job. He's got some homespuncheats for your grandmother. But about you? Odon sat down. His grandfather puffed and was silent. His cousins effaced themselves. The ambassador waved a hand. I started here, he observed, because it looked to me like you were running wild. That's base fleet now. I know something of your ability. I thought you'd contrive some way to fake it. I knew there couldn't be such a fleet. Not really. That was a sound job you

did with the emigrants, by the way, most praiseworthy. And the point was that if he ran hog-wild with a fake fleet, sooner or later the Space Patrol would have had to cut you down to size, and you were doing much too good work to be stopped. But on blinked. Satisfaction, said the ambassador, is well enough, but satiety is death. Baldwin was dying on its feet. Nobody could imagine a greater satisfaction than curling up with a good tranquilizer. You've ended that. I left Wall in the day after the Ennsfield raid. Young men were already trying to grow mustaches. The textile mills were making colored felt for garments.

Jewelers were turning out stun gun pins for ornaments. Darthy and knives for broaches. And the songwriters had eight new tunes on the air about pirate lovers, pirate queens and dark ships that roam the lanes of night. Three new vision play series were to start that same night with space piracy as their theme. And one of them claimed to be based on your life. make them pay for that, Hodon.

In short, Walden had rediscovered the pleasure to be had by taking pains to make a fool of oneself. People who watched that raid on vision screens had thrills they'd never swap for tranquilizers. And the ones who actually mixed in with the pirate raiders?

You deserved well of the Republic, Odon. O'Don said, huh, because there was nothing else to be said. Now, your grandfather and I have canvassed the situation thoroughly. This could work must be continued. Diplomatic service has been worried all along the line. Now we've something

to work up. Your grandfather will expand his facilities and snatch ships, land and loot, and keep piracy flying. Your job is to carry on the insurance business. The ships that will be snatched will be your ships, of course. No interference with legitimate commerce. The landing raids will be paid for by the interplanetary piracy risk insurance companies, you. In time, you'll probably have to get writers to do scripts for them, but not right away. You will continue to get rich, but there's no harm in that as long as you reintroduce romance and adventure and daring due to a galaxy headed for a decline. Savages will not invent themselves if there are plenty of heroic characters of your making, to slap them down.

O'Don said painfully, I like working on electronic gadgets. My cousin Oliver and I have had some things we want to work on together. His grandfather snorted. One of the cousins came in from outside the yacht. Thal followed him, glowing. He'd reported the looting of the spaceport town, and Don Loras had gone into a tantrum of despair because nobody seemed able to make headway against these strangers.

Now he turned about, and issued a belated invitation to Hodan and his grandfather and their guests the Interstellar Ambassador, of whom he'd learned from Thal to dinner at the castle. They could bring their own guards. One would have refused, but the ambassador and his grandfather were insistent. Ultimately, he found himself seated dreamily at a long table in a stone-walled room, lighted by very smoky torches. Don Loras, jittering, displayed a sort of professional conversational charm. He was making an urgent effort to overcome the bad effect of past actions by conversational

brilliance. The Lady Fonnie sat quietly with jewels at her throat. She looked most often at her plate. The talk of the oldsters became profound. They talked administration. They talked practical policies. They talked economics. The Lady Fani looked very bored as the talk went on after the meal was over.

Don Loras said brightly to her, My dear, you must be tedious. Young Hodon looks uninterested, too. Why don't you two walk on the battlements and talk about such things as persons your age might find interesting? Hodon rose gloomily. The Lady Fani, with a sigh of polite resignation, rose to accompany him. The ambassador said suddenly,

"'Hodon! I forgot to tell you. They found out what killed that man outside the power station.' When Hodon showed no comprehension, the ambassador explained. "'The man, your friend Derek thought was killed by death-rays? It develops that he had gotten a terrific load on, you drunk, you know, and climbed a tree to escape the pink, purple, and green doryas he thought were chasing him to gore him. He climbed too high, a branch broke, and he fell and was killed.

I'll take it up with the cord when I get back to Walden. No reason to lock you up anymore, you know. You might even sell the powerboard on using your receptor now. Thanks, said Hodan politely. He added, Don Loras has that Derek and a cop from Walden here now. Tell them that, and they may go home. He accompanied the lady first. to the battlements. The stars were very bright. They strolled.

Remembering his Darthians, he felt very unpopular. "'What was that the Ambassador told you?' she asked. He explained without zest. He added morbidly that it didn't matter. He could go back to Walden now, and if the Ambassador was right, he could even accomplish things in electronics there. But he wasn't interested. It was odd that he'd once thought such things would make him happy. I thought, said the Lady Fani in gentle melancholy, that I would be happier with you dead. You had made me very angry.

No, no matter how, but I found it was not so. Odon fumbled for her meaning. It wasn't quite an apology for trying to get him killed, but at least it was a disclaimer of future intentions in that direction. And speaking of happiness, she added in a different tone, This Neda, he shuddered and she said, I talked to her. So then I sent for Gek. Weren't perfectly good terms again, you know.

I introduced him to Neda. She was vanilla ice cream with meringue and maple syrup on it. He loved it. She gazed at him with pretty sadness and told him how terrible it was of him to kidnap me. He said humbly that he'd never had her ennobling influence, nor dreamed that she existed. And she loved that. They go together like strawberries and cream.

I had to leave or stop being a lady. I think I made a match. Then she said tranquilly. But seriously, you ought to be perfectly happy. You have everything you've ever said you wanted, except a delightful girl to marry. Odon squirmed. We're old friends, said Fanny kindly,

and you did me a great favor once. I'll return it. I'll round up some really delightful girls for you to look over. I'm leaving, said Hodon alarmed. The only thing is, I don't know what type you like. Neda isn't it? Hodon shuddered.

Nor I, said Fani. What type would you say I was? Delightful, said Hodon hoarsely. The lady Fani stopped and looked up at him. She said approvingly, I hoped that word would occur to you one day. Or, what does a man usually do when he discovers a gun? girl is delightful."

Hodan thought it over. He started. He put his arms around her with singularly little skill. He kissed her, at first as if amazed at himself, and then with enthusiasm. There were scraping sounds on the stone nearby. Footsteps. Don Loras appeared, gazing uncertainly about. Fani, said plaintively.

Hodan? Our guests are going to the spaceships. I want to speak privately to Hodan. Yes, said Odon. Don Loras peered blindly about. He kissed Fanny again. I've been thinking, said Don Morris fretfully. I've made some mistakes, my dear boy,

and I've given you an excellent reason to dislike me, but at the bottom I've always thought a great deal of you. And there seems to be only one way in which I can properly express how much I admire you. How would you like to marry my daughter? her. Hodon looked down at Fani. She did not try to move away. What do you think of the idea, Fani? he asked.

How about marrying me tomorrow morning? Of course not, said Fani indignantly. I wouldn't think of such a thing. I couldn't possibly get married before tomorrow afternoon. The end. End of Chapter 12. Recording by Elliot Miller, Oswego, Illinois. November 2009.

End of the Pirates of Her Sats. by Marie Leinster.