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Naismith groaned, trying to awaken. The image faded. Nowhe was wandering through the deserted corridors of the Old City, somehow confused and blurred together with the cor- ridors of the s.p.a.ceship. The greenish faces of Lall and Churan floated into view; they were dead, their dull eyes turned up.

And a part of his mind, separate from the other two, was watching in fascinated horror as a door trembled, about to open.

The crack widened. In the darkness, something stirred, came into view ...

Naismith awoke, with his own hoa.r.s.e cry echoing in his ears.

His clothing was sweat-sodden; his head ached, and he was trembling all over. A shout echoed in the distance, outside the cubicle. For a moment he wondered if he were still dreaming: then the sound came again. It was a shout of alarm, or fear.



Other voices answered it; then came a rolling, rumbling avalanche of sound-an explosion!

Naismith gathered himself and shot to the doorway, looked put. A man of the Entertainer caste, armed and helmeted, face intent, went by down the corridor.

"What is happening?" Naismith called after him, but the man was gone.

On the way to the social room, he pa.s.sed two groups of hurrying automatic guns, their red lenses aglow; the second was accompanied by a robot, which did not respond to his questions. Somewhere, very distant, sounded the rumble of another explosion.

The huge globular hall was filled with motion: People were rushing in all directions, interfering with each other, often colliding. Robots and automatic guns were everywhere. There were a few greenskinned servants, all with the metal collars around their necks, all with wild, stunned expressions. He pa.s.sed one male greenskin who was arguing or pleading with a stout man in white. The man, who was carrying a viewscreen on which a tiny picture was visible, shifted a few yards away from the servant, not looking at him; the servant followed, still talking, and so they moved jerkily across the hall. Naismith drifted after them and listened.

"... to kill me like this," the greenskin was saying in a hoa.r.s.e, indistinct voice. "Tell them not to do it, please tell them-"

"Leave me alone," muttered the man, gazing into his view- screen. He moved away again. Again the servant followed.

"Don't let them kill me, that's all I ask," he said thickly. "I'll do anything, I'll be good, I'll never be slow when you call again-just please tell them-"

Without speaking or looking up, the man moved away. The servant fell silent and gazed after him. His heavy face turnedblank; then he shuddered, his face darkened, his muddy eyes bulged. With an inarticulate sound, he launched himself through the air, arms outstretched.

He never reached the man in white. In mid-air, his head suddenly dropped, his body went limp. He floated, turning slowly, past the man in white, who did not even glance up.

From the back of the metal collar around the dead green- skin's neck, a thin trickle of blood crept into sight.

Naismith turned, went on his way. Here and there in the huge s.p.a.ce, he saw other drifting, greenskinned bodies. One or two were being towed away by sarcophagus robots; the rest were being ignored.

He noticed, too, that the man in white was not the only one with a viewscreen. Almost every member of the ruling caste had one; and where the people cl.u.s.tered thickly, he discovered, they were watching larger screens that hung in the air.

Naismith moved on. Movement flowed around him, voices called in excitement; once he saw an Entertainer with a b.l.o.o.d.y face being carried past by a robot. But it was all dreamlike, distant.

What was wrong with him? He felt a tension in himself that was slowly, steadily increasing, and it seemed to him that it had been building continuously all this while, ever since that first day in the multiple cla.s.sroom in Los Angeles. Every step, from the death of Ramsdell, his imprisonment, then Wells' murder . . . traveling forward with the two aliens, the buried s.p.a.ce- ship, all the way to the City . . . that tension had been remorselessly growing inside him. He felt as if his body were being physically distended by it, till he must burst if he could not find relief. His forehead was sweating; there was a tremor in his arms. Something inside him . . . that buried mystery, the thing that had taken over in the psychiatrist's office, and again in Prell's laboratory . . . the black secret of his being. .. .

He felt as if the door were about to open, and as if its opening would destroy him.

"Shefth, what's the matter with you?"

He looked up. It was a fat little man in brown and green stripes, gazing at him with anxious eyes. The shrill voice went on, "Don't you know the Highborn has been asking for you?

Where have you been? Come along, hurry!"

Naismith followed toward the center of the hall, where the largest cl.u.s.ter was located. As they made their way slowly through the close-packed, moving bodies, the little man panted back at him, "Hurry, hurry-she wants you there before it happens!"

"Before what happens?" Naismith asked dully. The pressure inside him was so great that he could scarcely breathe. His head ached, his hands were cold."The Barrier!" the little man shrilled. "They are going to put up the Barrier any minute! Hurry!"

Squeezing his way through the inner ring, Naismith came into view of the fat woman and her entourage, gathered around a row of big circular screens. One showed a view of the time-laboratory workrooms, with a gnome in the foreground- Pendell, or another just like him. The fat woman was scream- ing hysterically, "Isn't it ready yet? How soon, then, how soon?"

"A few minutes, Highborn."

"Why can't you be more specific? A few minutes, a few minutes-how many?"

"By my estimate, not more than five," said the gnome. His face was strained; he was giving part of his attention to the aristarch, part to a control box he held in his hands.

"But I want to know exactly" the fat woman shrilled. Her eyes were mad in her yellow face. "Go forward in time and find out, as I asked you to before!"

The hawk-faced man drifted up and said, "That would pinch out the loop, Highborn. It is contrary to the basic laws of time."

"Pinch out the loop, pinch out the loop, that's all I hear!"

the old woman screamed. "I'm tired of it, tired of it! How many minutes now?"

"Perhaps three," said the gnome, tight-lipped.

"Highborn, the trap worked!" said a grime-streaked Enter- tainer, darting up, his face jubilant. "The Uglies were destroyed -we have their time vehicle!"

"Good!" said the fat woman, looking momentarily pleased.

"How many does that leave?"

The men beside her turned toward one of the floating screens, in which nothing showed but a scattering of greenish points of light. As Naismith watched, a few winked out, here and there.

The nearest man touched the edge of the screen, peered at the numbers that appeared at the bottom. "Seven hundred fifty-three, Highborn," he said.

"Good! And how many Zugs?"

The group's attention turned to another, similar screen, in which the dots of light glowed sullen red. "The same as before, Highborn," said a man. "Five hundred eighty-seven."

The old woman snorted with indignation. "Still so many?"

she said. "Why, I say why?"

"The Barrier will kill them, Highborn," Hawknose reminded her gently."Then how long is it till the Barrier?" she demanded.

"Less than one minute," said the gnome. Drops of sweat stood on his brow.

In his mounting distress, it seemed to Naismith that the whole great gathering had turned sordid and ugly, the colors dulled; even the air he breathed smelled overperfumed and fetid. This was a sorry climax to the drama of the human race, he thought-this pampered oligarchy of piggish little men and women, selfish, ignorant and stupid-less worthy to survive than the Entertainers who amused them, or even the neuras- thenic technicians who kept their city functioning. And now there would be no threat to their dominion, for ever and ever . . . That, somehow, was the most intolerable idea of all.

"Ready!" the gnome snapped. His eyes gleamed with excite- ment as he glanced around. Behind him in the darkness, Nai- smith could see the other technicians floating beside their machines, all with faces upturned toward Pendell.

"Now!" said the gnome harshly, and his fingers touched the control box.

Naismith felt an instant's violent and inexplicable alarm.

Something seemed to compress his lungs; a band of pain clamped around his forehead.

Shouts of excitement echoed in his ears. All across the vast s.p.a.ce, men and women in gaudy costumes were swirling about each other in rapid motion.

"How many Uglies left?" the old woman cried. "How many, I say how many?"

"None, Highborn!" a man called triumphantly. In the screen, every green light had winked out.

Glancing across the hall, Naismith saw many drifting green- skinned corpses, but not one living servant.

"And how many Zugs?" called the old woman.

A hush fell. In the second screen, one ruddy light was still burning.

"One," said the nearest man reluctantly. "One Zug left alive, Highborn."

"Fool!" she screamed at Pendell. "Fool, fool! How could you be so careless? Why didn't your Barrier kill them all?"

"I don't know, Highborn," the gnome said. His face twitched; he blinked, rubbed his thin arms with his hands. "In theory it is impossible, but-"

"But there it is!" she shouted. "Well, what are you going to do? How can we be safe if there's a Zug still alive? Where is that Shefth? I say where is he?"Several hands thrust Naismith forward. "Here, Highborn."

"Well?" she demanded, whirling, her mad eyes staring into his. "Well? Are you going to kill it? What are you waiting for?"

Naismith tried to speak, and failed. His body was on fire with pain; he could barely see.

"What's the matter with him?" the old woman squalled. "I say what's the matter?"

Hands probed his body. Dimly he heard the hawk-nosed man's voice: "Are you ill?"

Naismith managed to nod.

"Look at him, just look!" the old woman shouted. "What good is he now? Put a death collar on him and be done with it!"

"But the Zug, Highborn!" called an anxious voice. "Who will kill the Zug?"

"Put the collar on him, I say!" the woman's hysterical voice railed on. "I can't stand the sight of him. Put the collar on him-kill him, kill him!"

Naismith felt a moment of intolerable tension, then a sud- den release. He was afloat in darkness, safe, protected.

The woman's shout seemed to echo from a distance. "Well, why don't you put the collar on?"

A pause. Another voice answered: "Highborn, this man is dead."

Chapter Sixteen.

In the darkness, the being who knew himself as Naismith awakened. Memory returned. He knew where he was, and what he was.

He was alive, though the rapidly cooling body in which he lay was not. He could remember, now, with utter clarity, all the things it had been necessary for "Naismith" to forget.

He remembered killing Wells. Earlier, he remembered stand- ing beside the wreckage of a bomber, and coolly selecting the dog tags of one of its crewmen, the one who most resembled him in age and height: dog tags that read "NAISMITH, GORDON.".

He remembered stripping the body, carrying it on his shoulders to a ravine, throwing it in and covering it with boulders....

Earlier still, he remembered his first grublike awareness-warmth, protection, motion. He had put out pseudoganglions, first cautiously, then with gathering sureness and skill. He had linked his own nervous system with that of his host, a Shefthi warrior returning belatedly from a Zug hunt.

Then he could see, feel, hear, with his host's human senses.

He was inside the Shefth: he was the Shefth. . . .

With grim satisfaction, he realized that the game was over, the long-maturing plan had been successful. His knowledge of his own kind came only from human sources, but logic alone made it certain that he represented his species' counterblow to the humans' Barrier. Encysted in a human body, his mind radiations mingled with those of a human brain, he alone of all his kind could pa.s.s through that Barrier. He was the one surviving Zug: he himself was the monster he had been sent to kill.

Now, as his strength returned, he was aware of motion. The host-body was being towed off out of the way, probably by a robot. He waited, tensely, until the motion was arrested and the sounds of voices diminished. It was evident that he had been taken out of the great hall, into some smaller chamber.

He waited again, to make sure, but there was no further movement.

Ever since the host-body died, he had been injecting desic- cants into it to harden it and make it brittle along the center line of the torso. Now he stretched himself, applied pressure: and the body split. Light came into his prison.

For the first time, he saw with his own eyes; and he was dazzled. The world was so much more brilliant and beautiful than human senses could convey!

Now he saw that he was floating in a small, bare cubicle, among the corpses of dozens of greenskins.

Carefully he drew himself out of the hollow he had made in the body of his host. He felt his limbs and wings stretching in the air, hardening.

A fresh babble of voices came from outside the cubicle. He gripped the empty host-body and drew it quickly to the back of the room, hiding it behind the other floating bodies. A moment later, there was a commotion: a body crashed heavily into the room, followed by another. The first was babbling in a thin, terrified voice, "No, no, no ..."

He risked a glance. A robot, as he watched, was affixing a death collar to the scrawny neck of a technician. Its task done, the robot turned and floated away. It was carrying a cl.u.s.ter of the metal collars, which jangled faintly as it moved.

The technician, left behind, tugged vainly at his collar. Tears glittered in the little man's eyes. With a choked sound, after a moment, he turned and followed the robot.The being who called himself Naismith waited grimly. Now that the Shefthi and the greenskins were gone, the City's rulers were evidently making sure of the technicians-perhaps of the Entertainers as well. However that might be, Naismith waited because he had to. - During these first few minutes, he was vulnerable and weak, easy prey for any determined man with a weapon.

At intervals, cautiously, he tested his wings. The curved ribs were hardening, the membranes drying. He flexed his grasping members, watching the armored segments slide in their casings.

Strength and alertness began to flow into his body. Soon- His thoughts broke off abruptly as another robot entered the chamber. Naismith felt a tug, and saw the greenskinned bodies around him bob and wheel, as they followed the robot out into the corridor.

Naismith went along, caught in the same web of force. Out- side, he saw that his small group of bodies was being joined to a much larger one. All the greenskinned corpses, evidently, were being brought together for disposal. Naismith could have broken free of fee weak attraction that held him, but he ran less chance of detection in staying where he was. Besides, if his idea of bis whereabouts was correct, the procession was headed where he wanted to go.

Other groups of bodies were added as they went, but always at the head of the procession, and it was not until they crossed a large spherical hall that anyone noticed Naismith.

"Look-a Zug, isn't it?" an effete voice remarked. "How frightening, even dead as it is!"

"Yes, and imagine that we aren't even seeing its true form,"

another voice replied. The sound faded as the procession moved on. "If we had a viewer to look at it with-" A pause. "But, Willot, what is a dead Zug doing here, in the New City?"

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