"A sign of the times," said Whonk, glancing inside the empty shelter. "A guard should stand here, but I see him not. Doubtless he crept away to sleep."
"Let's go aboard and take a look around."
They entered the ship. Soft lights glowed in utter silence. A rough box stood on the floor, rollers and pry-bars beside it—a discordant5 note in the muted luxury of the setting. Whonk rummaged6 in it.
"Curious," he said. "What means this?" He held up a stained cloak of orange and green, a metal bracelet7, papers.
"I know not." Whonk glanced at the arm-band. "But this is lettered." He passed the metal band to Retief.
"SCARS," Retief read. He looked at Whonk. "It seems to me I've heard the name before," he murmured. "Let's get back to the Embassy—fast."
Back on the ramp9 Retief heard a sound ... and turned in time to duck the charge of a hulking Fustian10 youth who thundered past him and fetched up against the broad chest of Whonk, who locked him in a warm embrace.
"The lout12 hid there by the storage bin," rumbled13 Whonk. The captive youth thumped16 fists and toes fruitlessly against the oldster's carapace17.
"Hang onto him," said Retief. "He looks like the biting kind."
"No fear. Clumsy I am, yet not without strength."
"Ask him where the titanite is tucked away."
The youth gurgled.
"Better let up before you make a mess of him," said Retief. Whonk lifted the Youth clear of the floor, then flung him down with a thump15 that made the ground quiver. The younger Fustian glared up at the elder, mouth snapping.
"This one was among those who trussed me and hid me away for the killing," said Whonk. "In his repentance19 he will tell all to his elder."
"That's the same young squirt that tried to strike up an acquaintance with me on the bus," Retief said. "He gets around."
The youth scrambled20 to hands and knees, scuttled21 for freedom. Retief planted a foot on his dragging cloak; it ripped free. He stared at the bare back of the Fustian—
"By the Great Egg!" Whonk exclaimed, tripping the refugee as he tried to rise. "This is no Youth! His carapace has been taken from him!"
Retief looked at the scarred back. "I thought he looked a little old. But I thought—"
"This is not possible," Whonk said wonderingly. "The great nerve trunks are deeply involved. Not even the cleverest surgeon could excise22 the carapace and leave the patient living."
"It looks like somebody did the trick. But let's take this boy with us and get out of here. His folks may come home."
"Too late," said Whonk. Retief turned.
Three youths came from behind the sheds.
"Well," Retief said. "It looks like the SCARS are out in force tonight. Where's your pal23?" he said to the advancing trio. "The sticky little bird with the eye-stalks? Back at his Embassy, leaving you suckers holding the bag, I'll bet."
"Shelter behind me, Retief," said Whonk.
"Go get 'em, old-timer." Retief stooped, picked up one of the pry-bars. "I'll jump around and distract them."
Whonk let out a whistling roar and charged for the immature24 Fustians. They fanned out ... and one tripped, sprawled25 on his face. Retief whirled the metal bar he had thrust between the Fustian's legs, slammed it against the skull26 of another, who shook his head, turned on Retief ... and bounced off the steel hull27 of the Moss Rock as Whonk took him in full charge.
Retief used the bar on another head. His third blow laid the Fustian on the pavement, oozing28 purple. The other two club members departed hastily, seriously dented29 but still mobile.
Retief leaned on his club, breathing hard. "Tough heads these kids have got. I'm tempted30 to chase those two lads down, but I've got another errand to run. I don't know who the Groaci intended to blast, but I have a sneaking31 suspicion somebody of importance was scheduled for a boat ride in the next few hours. And three drums of titanite is enough to vaporize this tub and everyone aboard her."
"The plot is foiled," said Whonk. "But what reason did they have?"
"The Groaci are behind it. I have an idea the SCARS didn't know about this gambit."
"Which of these is the leader?" asked Whonk. He prodded32 a fallen Youth with a horny toe. "Arise, dreaming one."
"Never mind him, Whonk. We'll tie these two up and leave them here. I know where to find the boss."
A stolid33 crowd filled the low-ceilinged banquet hall. Retief scanned the tables for the pale blobs of Terrestrial faces, dwarfed34 by the giant armored bodies of the Fustians. Across the room Magnan fluttered a hand. Retief headed toward him. A low-pitched vibration35 filled the air: the rumble14 of subsonic Fustian music.
Retief slid into his place beside Magnan. "Sorry to be late, Mr. Ambassador."
"I'm honored that you chose to appear at all," said Magnan coldly. He turned back to the Fustian on his left.
The Fustian looked at him, beady-eyed. "It is the Lament37 of Hatching," he said; "our National Dirge38."
"Oh," said Magnan. "How interesting. Such a pleasing balance of instruments—"
"It is a droon solo," said the Fustian, eyeing the Terrestrial Ambassador suspiciously.
"Why don't you just admit you can't hear it," Retief whispered loudly. "And if I may interrupt a moment—"
Magnan cleared his throat. "Now that our Mr. Retief has arrived, perhaps we could rush right along to the Sponsorship ceremonies."
"This group," said Retief, leaning across Magnan, "the SCARS. How much do you know about them, Mr. Minister?"
"Nothing at all," the huge Fustian elder rumbled. "For my taste, all Youths should be kept penned with the livestock39 until they grow a carapace to tame their irresponsibility."
"We mustn't lose sight of the importance of channeling youthful energies," said Magnan.
"Labor40 gangs," said the minister. "In my youth we were indentured41 to the dredge-masters. I myself drew a muck sledge42."
"But in these modern times," put in Magnan, "surely it's incumbent43 on us to make happy these golden hours."
The minister snorted. "Last week I had a golden hour. They set upon me and pelted44 me with overripe stench-fruit."
"But this was merely a manifestation45 of normal youthful frustrations," cried Magnan. "Their essential tenderness—"
"You'd not find a tender spot on that lout yonder," the minister said, pointing with a fork at a newly arrived Youth, "if you drilled boreholes and blasted."
"Why, that's our guest of honor," said Magnan, "a fine young fellow! Slop I believe his name is."
"Slock," said Retief. "Eight feet of armor-plated orneriness. And—"
Magnan rose and tapped on his glass. The Fustians winced46 at the, to them, supersonic vibrations47. They looked at each other muttering. Magnan tapped louder. The Minister drew in his head, eyes closed. Some of the Fustians rose, tottered48 for the doors; the noise level rose. Magnan redoubled his efforts. The glass broke with a clatter49 and green wine gushed50 on the tablecloth51.
"What in the name of the Great Egg!" the Minister muttered. He blinked, breathing deeply.
"Too bad the glass gave out," said Retief. "In another minute you'd have cleared the hall. And then maybe I could have gotten a word in sideways. There's a matter you should know about—"
"Your attention, please," Magnan said, rising. "I see that our fine young guest has arrived, and I hope that the remainder of his committee will be along in a moment. It is my pleasure to announce that our Mr. Retief has had the good fortune to win out in the keen bidding for the pleasure of sponsoring this lovely group."
Retief tugged54 at Magnan's sleeve. "Don't introduce me yet," he said. "I want to appear suddenly. More dramatic, you know."
"Well," murmured Magnan, glancing down at Retief, "I'm gratified to see you entering into the spirit of the event at last." He turned his attention back to the assembled guests. "If our honored guest will join me on the rostrum...?" he said. "The gentlemen of the press may want to catch a few shots of the presentation."
Magnan stepped up on the low platform at the center of the wide room, took his place beside the robed Fustian youth and beamed at the cameras.
"How gratifying it is to take this opportunity to express once more the great pleasure we have in sponsoring SCARS," he said, talking slowly for the benefit of the scribbling55 reporters. "We'd like to think that in our modest way we're to be a part of all that the SCARS achieve during the years ahead."
Magnan paused as a huge Fustian elder heaved his bulk up the two low steps to the rostrum, approached the guest of honor. He watched as the newcomer paused behind Slock, who did not see the new arrival.
Retief pushed through the crowd, stepped up to face the Fustian youth. Slock stared at him, drew back.
"You know me, Slock," said Retief loudly. "An old fellow named Whonk told you about me, just before you tried to saw his head off, remember? It was when I came out to take a look at that battle cruiser you're building."
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