The raider did not see it; he was already asleep.
He slept, and his dreams were troubled by images of a familiar face. Strong cheekbones, the mane of white hair, the famous half-smile of Mayne Landing, Earth Commissioner2 to the Colony Planets. Mayne Landing, the gentle representative of Terra to her children, the kindly3 old gentleman with the fist of steel, the benevolent4 despot over a hundred Colony Planets.
Mayne Landing: victim.
The raider woke with the dawn, a dawn that was slightly more red-tinged than the sun he was used to. He gathered his small store of equipment together and cached it in the low scrub of the surrounding forest. By a clear, sparkling stream he washed, wincing5 slightly from the shock of the too-cold water against his face.
He wore clothes indistinguishable from the other farmers of this district, slightly shabby, a uniform dun color. They did not fit him well, but they could not hide the wide shoulder and slim waist. Well, it didn't matter: the farmers of this planet, like all the Colonies, had to work hard to scrape their meager6 living from the rocky soil. They were all in good condition; he would not be conspicuous7.
He finished washing and dried himself on the sleeve of his jumper. Then he began to walk down the rocky hill to the village that stood in the tiny valley below. In the early sun, the tiny assemblage of white clean houses sparkled like a handful of sand-polished shells clustered on a beach. He stopped for a moment, halfway8 down, looking at the village.
It was a nice little place, he thought. Peaceful in the early light, calm. There were a few people moving about the streets, probably farmers early on their way to the fields. It was a pastoral scene, like something he had read in a book a long time ago.
Nice, he thought. Quiet. I wonder what it will be like when I'm finished here.
It didn't pay to think about things like that. Not in his business.
He let his eyes shift slightly to take in the tall towers of Thanlar, just visible over the crest9 of hills on the other side of the valley. Thanlar, the capitol. That was his concern. That was what he had to think about, not the village.
He sighed once, started down the hill again, walking slowly, picking his way through the loose rocks with care.
As he neared the village, he passed several crews of men going out into the fields. He greeted them in Interlingua, and they replied shortly, without curiosity. He knew he was a stranger to them; they did not recognize him, but they showed no curiosity. These days, curiosity was not much advantage to anyone, he thought. The farmers had probably learned long ago not to show too much interest in any stranger who suddenly appeared from nowhere.
He came into the village and walked quickly to the faded wooden sign that announced, TAILOR. Entering the little shop, more a general dry-goods store than a tailor, he moved to the rear, to a small counter. No one was there, and he rang the bell on the counter.
After a moment, a man appeared, hastily buttoning a tunic10, his hair still tousled, sleep in his eyes.
"Yes, yes? What is it? You are too early."
"My apologies, old man," said the raider. "I am looking for a hunting cloak."
The small man's eyes narrowed. "Ah," he said. "A hunting cloak. I have several. What did you have in mind."
"Something in gray. To suit my name."
"Ah. And what might you be hunting, Mr.—Gray?"
"An animal of my home planet. It is called a jackal."
"Ah."
The old man suddenly turned from the low rack of cloaks and stared directly at his customer. His mouth compressed in a thin, bitter line.
"So. You are he. The Mr. Gray who hunts the jackal. Come."
He turned and led the way into his living quarters behind the counter.
"I will tell the others you are here," he said. He left through a rear door, leaving the raider to wander about the tiny room, inspecting it without interest. He had seen too many like it in the past five years to be interested. Dingy11 little rooms in the back of a store, insect-ridden chambers12 in public lodgings13, shack14 in the backwoods outside a city, too many, too many. And never a place to rest.
After this one, he promised himself. After this one.
Soon the little tailor came back, and there were two others with him. One was a ferret-eyed little man with a suspicious stare, the other a heavy-set farmer. The heavy-set man had a scythe15 in his hand, he had apparently16 been on his way to his fields when the tailor found him. He held the scythe tightly, and the raider could see he was very nervous. It was probably the first time he had ever come into contact with one of the raider's—profession. He didn't like it.
Extending his free right hand, the farmer said, "My name is Carroll. Joseph Carroll. You are—Mr. Gray?"
The raider took the proffered17 hand warmly, trying to gain this man's friendship. He would need all the help he could get.
"Gray is my given name, Mr. Carroll. My last name—" he laughed embarrassedly, "—well, they call me Wolf, for the time being."
"Appropriate," said the man bitterly.
"I'm sorry I have to meet you under these conditions, Mr. Carroll, very sorry."
The other shrugged18, keeping his eyes fixed19 on the raider's lean, brown face, trying to guess what sort of mind lay behind it.
"In these times," he said finally, with an air of discouragement, "one cannot choose either one's friends or the conditions of meeting."
The ferret-eyed man had been watching the exchange closely, and now he sidled up to the raider with his thin, white hand extended. "Please forgive Joseph," he said smoothly20. "He is not happy about this affair." His voice exuded21 a sort of artificial charm, and Wolf found himself repelled22 by the man.
"None of us do," he said. He turned to the farmer again, who was standing23 uncomfortably, his eyes on the floor. Wolf watched him for a moment, just long enough for the farmer to know he was being watched.
"Perhaps," said Wolf slowly, "we had better straighten this out right now."
The heavy-set man looked up defiantly24. "All right," he said. "I admit I do not like this business, I do not like what you are here for, I do not like what will happen to our village when you are gone."
The thin man laughed. "The old man means to say he is a coward."
"No," said the man stubbornly, without taking his eyes away from Wolf. "I am not a coward. But your mission means death for many people, people I call my friends. I do not like that."
"There is a necessity," said Wolf, quietly.
"Perhaps, perhaps," said Joseph Carroll, shaking his head dubiously25. "I do not pretend to understand the political complications. I know only that, whether you succeed or fail, our village is lost. Our people will suffer for what you do. Many will probably die. You cannot expect me to like that."
"No," Wolf agreed. "We do not expect that of you, Joseph. No one expects you to like this. But, tell me—"
"Yes."
"What was your tax the past year?" Wolf asked.
The old man laughed bitterly. "Seventy-nine percent."
"Enough to live on?"
"Barely," said Carroll, leaning heavily on the scythe. "It means we must work many hours, sixteen or more a day, in order to survive."
"That is what we fight," said Wolf simply. "That, and the near slavery of many of the Colonies. Do you know what happens to the money you pay the Terran Federation26 in taxes?"
"No," admitted Carroll. "No one has dared ask."
Wolf laughed. "And yet they say the Federation is a republic? When the citizen does not dare ask what happens to the taxes that are ground out of him? I'll tell you, my friend Joseph. It is used for administration. Simply that. Administration of a space empire is an expensive project, and you must pay for it. It costs a great deal of money, our treasured Empire. And what does the administration consist of? Machinery27 to collect taxes. It is like a snake that feeds on its own tail, Joseph. Taxes are increased in order to have enough money to collect more taxes. It never ends."
"How many do you know who have died in Debtor's camps, or died because they could not work hard enough? Joseph, this is no life for a man. The Colonies cannot develop under the Federation. They must be free to govern themselves. Otherwise, we have simply a great, cancerous tumor29, spreading through the universe, calling itself the Terran Federation."
Joseph sighed. "All right," he said. "In principle I agree. The colonies must be free. But is there no other way than murder and assassination30? This violence—what can come of it? And if the revolution succeeds eventually, how can we know the Federation will not be replaced by the same thing under another name?"
"Because you will govern yourselves," Wolf said. "Every Colony will be autonomous31, trading as a sovereign nation with the other Colonies. The idea of a Galactic Empire is self-defeating, Joseph, it is unhealthy, vicious. The only way man can go to the stars with his head up, is without dreams of infinite power blinding him."
"You are an idealist," said the ferret-eyed man, with surprise.
"A man must live for something," said Wolf, quietly.
"Certainly, certainly," the thin man agreed quickly. "I was surprised to find an idealist in your—trade."
"My trade is as distasteful to me as it is to you," said Wolf, speaking more to Joseph Carroll than to the pale, thin man.
"What will the death of Mayne Landing accomplish?" Carroll asked.
"Confusion. He is the Administrator32 of over one hundred planets. He is a strong man, a focal point. Without him, without his personal strength, the administration of those planets will falter33, and stop. It isn't that he carries on the routine work, of course. But decisions come from him, the decisions that cannot be made by routine, the decisions that require a man's creative spark. Without that, the routine itself cannot stand."
"It rather sounds as if you respect the man," said Carroll.
"Respect him? I—" Wolf hesitated, uncertain. "Yes," he finished. "I respect him. He is doing what he thinks is right, as I do what I think is right."
"And you would kill a man for whom you hold no hatred," Carroll muttered. "This thing is making beasts of us all."
If you only knew, thought Wolf, if you only knew.
"Sometimes it is necessary," he said aloud. "Sometimes bad things are necessary, that good may follow."
Carroll sighed. "Well, we are committed now. We must go ahead."
"You will have it," Carroll told him. "Daimya has been in the city for five days, listening and watching."
"Good," said Wolf. He felt better now, getting into the operation. This he knew, this he could handle. It was what he was trained for. It was the other things that were bad, the thinking, the wondering, the long nights spent sleepless35, uncertain.
"When will he be back?" Wolf asked. "This Daimya."
"She. Daimya is my daughter," Carroll said. "Even our children must have blood on their hands. She will return this evening."
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