I was standing2 solidly on my feet in the street-shrine3, but the street was gone. Coils of incense4 still smudged the air. The God squatted5 toadlike in his recess7. The girl was hanging limp, locked in my clenched8 arms. As the floor straightened under my feet I staggered, thrown off balance by the sudden return of the girl's weight, and grabbed blindly for support.
"Give her to me," said a voice, and the girl's sagging9 body was lifted from my arms. A strong hand grasped my elbow. I found a chair beneath my knees and sank gratefully into it.
"The transmission isn't smooth yet between such distant terminals," the voice remarked. "I see Miellyn has fainted again. A weakling, the girl, but useful."
I spat10 blood, trying to get the room in focus. For I was inside a room, a room of some translucent11 substance, windowless, a skylight high above me, through which pink daylight streamed. Daylight—and it had been midnight in Charin! I'd come halfway12 around the planet in a few seconds!
From somewhere I heard the sound of hammering, tiny, bell-like hammering, the chiming of a fairy anvil13. I looked up and saw a man—a man?—watching me.
On Wolf you see all kinds of human, half-human and nonhuman life, and I consider myself something of an expert on all three. But I had never seen anyone, or anything, who so closely resembled the human and so obviously wasn't. He, or it, was tall and lean, man-shaped but oddly muscled, a vague suggestion of something less than human in the lean hunch14 of his posture15.[76]
Manlike, he wore green tight-fitting trunks and a shirt of green fur that revealed bulging16 biceps where they shouldn't be, and angular planes where there should have been swelling17 muscles. The shoulders were high, the neck unpleasantly sinuous18, and the face, a little narrower than human, was handsomely arrogant20, with a kind of wary21 alert mischief22 that was the least human thing about him.
He bent23, tilted24 the girl's inert25 body on to a divan26 of some sort, and turned his back on her, lifting his hand in an impatient, and unpleasantly reminiscent, gesture.
"Now," said the nonhuman, "we can talk."
Like the waif, he spoke28 Shainsan, and spoke it with a better accent than any nonhuman I had ever known—so well that I looked again to be certain. I wasn't too dazed to answer in the same tongue, but I couldn't keep back a spate29 of questions:
"What happened? Who are you? What is this place?"
The nonhuman waited, crossing his hands—quite passable hands, if you didn't look too closely at what should have been nails—and bent forward in a sketchy30 gesture.
"Do not blame Miellyn. She acted under orders. It was imperative31 you be brought here tonight, and we had reason to believe you might ignore an ordinary summons. You were clever at evading32 our surveillance, for a time. But there would not be two Dry-towners in Charin tonight who would dare the Ghost Wind. Your reputation does you justice, Rakhal Sensar."
Rakhal Sensar! Once again Rakhal!
Shaken, I pulled a rag from my pocket and wiped blood from my mouth. I'd figured out, in Shainsa, why the mistake was logical. And here in Charin I'd been hanging around in Rakhal's old haunts, covering his old trails. Once again, mistaken identity was natural.
Natural or not, I wasn't going to deny it. If these were Rakhal's enemies, my real identity should be kept as an ace19 in reserve which might—just might—get me out alive again. If they were his friends ... well, I could only hope that no one who knew him well by sight would walk in on me.
"We knew," the nonhuman continued, "that if you re[77]mained where you were, the Terranan Cargill would have made his arrest. We know about your quarrel with Cargill, among other things, but we did not consider it necessary that you should fall into his hands at present."
I was puzzled. "I still don't understand. Exactly where am I?"
"This is the mastershrine of Nebran."
Nebran!
The stray pieces of the puzzle suddenly jolted34 into place. Kyral had warned me, not knowing he was doing it. I hastily imitated the gesture Kyral had made, gabbling a few words of an archaic35 charm.
Like every Earthman who's lived on Wolf more than a tourist season, I'd seen faces go blank and impassive at mention of the Toad6 God. Rumor36 made his spies omnipresent, his priests omniscient37, his anger all-powerful. I had believed about a tenth of what I had heard, or less.
The Terran Empire has little to say to planetary religions, and Nebran's cult38 is a remarkably39 obscure one, despite the street-shrines on every corner. Now I was in his mastershrine, and the device which had brought me here was beyond doubt a working model of a matter transmitter.
A matter transmitter, a working model—the words triggered memory. Rakhal was after it.
"And who," I asked slowly, "are you, Lord?"
The green-clad creature hunched40 thin shoulders again in a ceremonious gesture. "I am called Evarin. Humble41 servant of Nebran and yourself," he added, but there was no humility42 in his manner. "I am called the Toymaker."
Evarin. That was another name given weight by rumor. A breath of gossip in a thieves market. A scrawled45 word on smudged paper. A blank folder46 in Terran Intelligence. Another puzzle-piece snapped into place—Toymaker!
The girl on the divan sat up suddenly passing slim hands over her disheveled hair. "Did I faint, Evarin? I had to fight to get him into the stone, and the patterns were not set straight in that terminal. You must send one of the Little Ones to set them to rights. Toymaker, you are not listening to me."
"Stop chattering47, Miellyn," said Evarin indifferently.[78] "You brought him here, and that is all that matters. You aren't hurt?"
Miellyn pouted48 and looked ruefully at her bare bruised49 feet, patted the wrinkles in her ragged50 frock with fastidious fingers. "My poor feet," she mourned, "they are black and blue with the cobbles and my hair is filled with sand and tangles51! Toymaker, what way was this to send me to entice52 a man? Any man would have come quickly, quickly, if he had seen me looking lovely, but you—you send me in rags!"
She stamped a small bare foot. She was not merely as young as she had looked in the street. Though immature53 and underdeveloped by Terran standards, she had a fair figure for a Dry-town woman. Her rags fell now in graceful54 folds. Her hair was spun55 black glass, and I—I saw what the rags and the confusion in the filthy56 street had kept me from seeing before.
It was the girl of the spaceport cafe, the girl who had appeared and vanished in the eerie57 streets of Canarsa.
Evarin was regarding her with what, in a human, might have been rueful impatience58. He said, "You know you enjoyed yourself, as always, Miellyn. Run along and make yourself beautiful again, little nuisance."
The girl danced out of the room, and I was just as glad to see her go. The Toymaker motioned to me.
"This way," he directed, and led me through a different door. The offstage hammering I had heard, tiny bell tones like a fairy xylophone, began again as the door opened, and we passed into a workroom which made me remember nursery tales from a half-forgotten childhood on Terra. For the workers were tiny, gnarled trolls!
They were chaks. Chaks from the polar mountains, dwarfed59 and furred and half-human, with witchlike faces and great golden eyes, and I had the curious feeling that if I looked hard enough I would see the little toy-seller they had hunted out of the Kharsa. I didn't look. I figured I was in enough trouble already.
Tiny hammers pattered on miniature anvils60 in a tinkling, jingling61 chorus of musical clinks and taps. Golden eyes focused like lenses over winking62 jewels and gimcracks. Busy elves. Makers63 of toys!
Evarin jerked his shoulders with an imperative gesture. I[79] followed him through a fairy workroom, but could not refrain from casting a lingering look at the worktables. A withered64 leprechaun set eyes into the head of a minikin hound. Furred fingers worked precious metals into invisible filigree65 for the collarpiece of a dancing doll. Metallic66 feathers were thrust with clockwork precision into the wings of a skeleton bird no longer than my fingernail. The nose of the hound wabbled and sniffed67, the bird's wings quivered, the eyes of the little dancer followed my footsteps.
Toys?
"This way," Evarin rapped, and a door slid shut behind us. The clinks and taps grew faint, fainter, but never ceased.
My face must have betrayed more than conventional impassivity, for Evarin smiled. "Now you know, Rakhal, why I am called Toymaker. Is it not strange—the masterpriest of Nebran, a maker43 of Toys, and the shrine of the Toad God a workshop for children's playthings?"
Evarin paused suggestively. They were obviously not children's playthings and this was my cue to say so, but I avoided the trap. Evarin opened a sliding panel and took out a doll.
She was perhaps the length of my longest finger, molded to the precise proportions of a woman, and costumed after the bizarre fashion of the Ardcarran dancing girls. Evarin touched no button or key that I could see, but when he set the figure on its feet, it executed a whirling, armtossing dance in a fast, tricky68 tempo69.
"I am, in a sense, benevolent," Evarin murmured. He snapped his fingers and the doll sank to her knees and poised70 there, silent. "Moreover, I have the means and, let us say, the ability to indulge my small fantasies.
"The little daughter of the President of the Federation71 of Trade Cities on Samarra was sent such a doll recently. What a pity that Paolo Arimengo was so suddenly impeached72 and banished73!" The Toymaker clucked his teeth commiseratingly. "Perhaps this small companion will compensate74 the little Carmela for her adjustment to her new ... position."
He replaced the dancer and pulled down something like a whirligig. "This might interest you," he mused75, and set it spinning. I stared at the pattern of lights that flowed and disappeared, melting in and out of visible shadows. Suddenly I[80] realized what the thing was doing. I wrested76 my eyes away with an effort. Had there been a lapse77 of seconds or minutes? Had Evarin spoken?
Evarin arrested the compelling motion with one finger. "Several of these pretty playthings are available to the children of important men," he said absently. "An import of value for our exploited and impoverished78 world. Unfortunately they are, perhaps, a little ... ah, obvious. The incidence of nervous breakdowns79 is, ah, interfering80 with their sale. The children, of course, are unaffected, and love them." Evarin set the hypnotic wheel moving again, glanced sidewise at me, then set it carefully back.
"Now"—Evarin's voice, hard with the silkiness of a cat's snarl81, clawed the silence—"we'll talk business."
I turned, composing my face. Evarin had something concealed82 in one hand, but I didn't think it was a weapon. And if I'd known, I'd have had to ignore it anyway.
"Perhaps you wonder how we recognized and found you?" A panel cleared in the wall and became translucent. Confused flickers83 moved, dropped into focus and I realized that the panel was an ordinary television screen and I was looking into the well-known interior of the Cafe of Three Rainbows in the Trade City of Charin.
By this time I was running low on curiosity and didn't wonder till much, much later how televised pictures were transmitted around the curve of a planet. Evarin sharpened the focus down on the long Earth-type bar where a tall man in Terran clothes was talking to a pale-haired girl. Evarin said, "By now, Race Cargill has decided84, no doubt, that you fell into his trap and into the hands of the Ya-men. He is off-guard now."
And suddenly the whole thing seemed so unbearably85, illogically funny that my shoulders shook with the effort to keep back dangerous laughter. Since I'd landed in Charin, I'd taken great pains to avoid the Trade City, or anyone who might have associated me with it. And Rakhal, somehow aware of this, had conveniently filled up the gap. By posing as me.
It wasn't nearly as difficult as it sounded. I had found that out in Shainsa. Charin is a long, long way from the major Trade City near the Kharsa. I hadn't a single intimate friend[81] there, or within hundreds of miles, to see through the imposture86. At most, there were half a dozen of the staff that I'd once met, or had a drink with, eight or ten years ago.
Rakhal could speak perfect Standard when he chose; if he lapsed87 into Dry-town idiom, that too was in my known character. I had no doubt he was making a great success of it all, probably doing much better with my identity than I could ever have done with his.
Evarin rasped, "Cargill meant to leave the planet. What stopped him? You could be of use to us, Rakhal. But not with this blood-feud88 unsettled."
That needed no elucidation89. No Wolfan in his right mind will bargain with a Dry-towner carrying an unresolved blood-feud. By law and custom, declared blood-feud takes precedence over any other business, public or private, and is sufficient excuse for broken promises, neglected duties, theft, even murder.
"We want it settled once and for all." Evarin's voice was low and unhurried. "And we aren't above weighting the scales. This Cargill can, and has, posed as a Dry-towner, undetected. We don't like Earthmen who can do that. In settling your feud, you will be aiding us, and removing a danger. We would be ... grateful."
He opened his closed hand, displaying something small, curled, inert.
"Every living thing emits a characteristic pattern of electrical nerve impulses. We have ways of recording90 those impulses, and we have had you and Cargill under observation for a long time. We've had plenty of opportunity to key this Toy to Cargill's pattern."
On his palm the curled thing stirred, spread wings. A fledgling bird lay there, small soft body throbbing91 slightly. Half-hidden in a ruff of metallic feathers I glimpsed a grimly elongated92 beak93. The pinions94 were feathered with delicate down less than a quarter of an inch long. They beat with delicate insistence95 against the Toymaker's prisoning fingers.
"This is not dangerous to you. Press here"—he showed me—"and if Race Cargill is within a certain distance—and it is up to you to be within that distance—it will find him, and kill him. Unerringly, inescapably, untraceably. We will not[82] tell you the critical distance. And we will give you three days."
He checked my startled exclamation96 with a gesture. "Of course this is a test. Within the hour Cargill will receive a warning. We want no incompetents97 who must be helped too much! Nor do we want cowards! If you fail, or release the bird at a distance too great, or evade98 the test"—the green inhuman99 malice100 in his eyes made me sweat—"we have made another bird."
By now my brain was swimming, but I thought I understood the complex inhuman logic33 involved. "The other bird is keyed to me?"
With slow contempt Evarin shook his head. "You? You are used to danger and fond of a gamble. Nothing so simple! We have given you three days. If, within that time, the bird you carry has not killed, the other bird will fly. And it will kill. Rakhal, you have a wife."
Yes, Rakhal had a wife. They could threaten Rakhal's wife. And his wife was my sister Juli.
Everything after that was anticlimax101. Of course I had to drink with Evarin, the elaborate formal ritual without which no bargain on Wolf is concluded. He entertained me with gory102 and technical descriptions of the way in which the birds, and other of his hellish Toys, did their killing103, and worse tasks.
Miellyn danced into the room and upset the exquisite104 solemnity of the wine-ritual by perching on my knee, stealing a sip44 from my cup, and pouting105 prettily106 when I paid her less attention than she thought she merited. I didn't dare pay much attention, even when she whispered, with the deliberate and thorough wantonness of a Dry-town woman of high-caste who has flung aside her fetters107, something about a rendezvous108 at the Three Rainbows.
But eventually it was over and I stepped through a door that twisted with a giddy blankness, and found myself outside a bare windowless wall in Charin again, the night sky starred and cold. The acrid109 smell of the Ghost Wind was thinning in the streets, but I had to crouch110 in a cranny of the wall when a final rustling111 horde112 of Ya-men, the last of their receding113 tide, rustled114 down the street. I found my way[83] to my lodging115 in a filthy chak hostel116, and threw myself down on the verminous bed.
Believe it or not, I slept.
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imposture
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lapsed
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elucidation
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insistence
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| v.蹲伏，蜷缩，低头弯腰；n.蹲伏 | |
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| n. 瑟瑟声，沙沙声 adj. 发沙沙声的 | |
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