To Prime The Pump Part 1

TO PRIME THE PUMP.

by A. Bertram Chandler

THE GIRL LAY SPREAD-EAGLED ON THE ALTAR...

"The white goat!" they shouted..."The goat without horns..."

Two men set the animal down on the girl's naked body, its back to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and belly, its head between her legs. The drums throbbed softly, insistently. The priest's knife swept down; the animal's cries ceased in mid-bleat, although its now released limbs kicked spasmodically. The girl, free herself from restraining hands, held the dying body to her.

Chapter 1.

Grimes-Lieutenant John Grimes, Federation Survey Service, to give him his full name and t.i.tle-had the watch. Slowly, careful not to break the contact of the magnetized soles of his shoes with the deck, he shuffled backwards and forwards in the narrow confines of the control room. Captain Daintree, commanding officer of the cruiser Aries, Aries, was a martinet, and one of the many things that he would not tolerate was a watchkeeper spending his spell of duty lounging in an acceleration chair, not even in (as now) Free Fall conditions. Not that Grimes really minded. He was a young and vigorous man and still not used to the enforced inactivity that is an inescapable part of s.p.a.cefaring. This regulation pacing was exercise of a sort, was better than nothing. was a martinet, and one of the many things that he would not tolerate was a watchkeeper spending his spell of duty lounging in an acceleration chair, not even in (as now) Free Fall conditions. Not that Grimes really minded. He was a young and vigorous man and still not used to the enforced inactivity that is an inescapable part of s.p.a.cefaring. This regulation pacing was exercise of a sort, was better than nothing.

He was a stocky young man, this Grimes, and the stiff material of his uniform shirt did little to hide the muscular development of his body. His face was too craggy for conventional handsomeness, but women, he already had learned, considered him good-looking enough. On the rare occasions that he thought about it he admitted that he was not dissatisfied with his overall appearance, even his protuberant ears had their uses, having more than once served as convenient handles by which his face could be pulled down to a waiting and expectant female face below. To complete the inventory, his close-cropped hair was darkly brown and his eyes, startlingly pale in his s.p.a.ce-tanned face, were gray, at times a very bleak gray.

So this was Lieutenant John Grimes, presently officer-of-the-watch of the Survey Service cruiser Aries, Aries, slowly shuffling back and forth between the consoles, the banked instruments, alert for any information that might suddenly be displayed on dials or screens. He was not expecting any; the ship was in deep s.p.a.ce, failing free through the warped continuum induced by her Mannschenn Drive through regions well clear of the heavily frequented trade routes. There was only one human colony, Grimes knew, in this sector of the Galaxy, the world that had been named, not very originally but aptly, slowly shuffling back and forth between the consoles, the banked instruments, alert for any information that might suddenly be displayed on dials or screens. He was not expecting any; the ship was in deep s.p.a.ce, failing free through the warped continuum induced by her Mannschenn Drive through regions well clear of the heavily frequented trade routes. There was only one human colony, Grimes knew, in this sector of the Galaxy, the world that had been named, not very originally but aptly, El Dorado; El Dorado; and two ships a standard year served the needs of that fabulous planet. and two ships a standard year served the needs of that fabulous planet.

El Dorado...

Idly-but a watch officer has to think about something-Grimes wondered what it was really like there. There were stories, of course, but they were no more than rumors, exaggerated rumors, like as not. The El Doradans did not encourage visitors, and the two ships that handled their small trade-precious ores outwards, luxury goods inwards-were owned and manned by themselves, not that the vessels, s.p.a.ce-borne miracles of automation, required more than two men, captain and engineer, apiece.

Grimes looked out through the viewports, roughly to where El Dorado should be. He did not see it, of course, nor did he expect to do so. He saw only warped s.p.a.ce, suns near and far that had been twisted to the semblance of pulsating, multicolored spirals, blackness between the suns that had been contorted into its own vast convolutions, sensed (but with what sense?) rather than seen. It was, as always, a fascinating spectacle; it was, as always, a frightening one. It was not good to look at it for too long.

Grimes turned his attention to the orderly universe in miniature displayed in the chart tank.

"Mr. Grimes!"

"Sir!" The Lieutenant started. He hadn't heard the old b.a.s.t.a.r.d come into the control room. He looked up to the tall, spare figure of Captain Daintree, to the cold blue eyes under the mane of white hair. "Sir?"

"Warn the engine room that we shall be requiring Inertial Drive shortly. And then, I believe that you're qualified in navigation, you may work out the trajectory for El Dorado."

Chapter 2.

Lieutenant Commander Cooper, the Navigating Officer of Aries, Aries, was in a bad mood, a sulky expression on his plump, swarthy face, his reedy voice petulant. "d.a.m.n it all," he was saying. "d.a.m.n it all, what am was in a bad mood, a sulky expression on his plump, swarthy face, his reedy voice petulant. "d.a.m.n it all," he was saying. "d.a.m.n it all, what am I I supposed to be here for? An emergency alteration of trajectory comes up and am I called for? Oh, no, that'd be far too simple. So young Grimes has to fumble his way through the sums that supposed to be here for? An emergency alteration of trajectory comes up and am I called for? Oh, no, that'd be far too simple. So young Grimes has to fumble his way through the sums that I I should be doing, and the first that should be doing, and the first that I I know is when somebody condescends to sound the acceleration alarm..." know is when somebody condescends to sound the acceleration alarm..."

"Was there anything wrong with my trajectory, sir?" sir?" asked Grimes coldly. asked Grimes coldly.

"No, Mr. Grimes. Nothing at all wrong, although I I was brought up to adhere to the principle that interstellar dust clouds should be avoided..." was brought up to adhere to the principle that interstellar dust clouds should be avoided..."

"With the Mannschenn Drive in operation there's no risk."

"Isn't there? A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, Mr. Grimes. Inside some of these dark nebulae the Continuum is dangerously warped."

"But CCD736 can hardly be cla.s.sed as a nebula..."

"Even so, the first principle of all navigation should be caution, and it's high time that you learned that."

Doctor Pa.s.sifern, the Senior Medical Officer, broke in. "Come off it, Pilot. Young Grimes is is learning, and this idea of the Old Man's that every officer in the ship should be able to take over from the specialists is a very sound one..." learning, and this idea of the Old Man's that every officer in the ship should be able to take over from the specialists is a very sound one..."

"Ha! It might be an idea if some of us were encouraged to take over your your job, Doc!" job, Doc!"

A flush darkened Pa.s.sifern's already ruddy face. He growled, "That's not the same and you know it."

"Isn't it? Oh, I know that ever since the dawn of history you pill peddlers have made a sacred mystery of your technology..."

Grimes got to his feet, said, "What about some more coffee?" He collected the three mugs from the table, walked to the espresso machine that stood in a corner of the comfortable wardroom. He found it rather embarra.s.sing when his seniors quarreled-the long-standing feud between the Navigator and the Doctor was more than good-natured bickering-and thought that a pause for refreshment would bring the opportunity for a change of subject. As he filled the mugs he remarked brightly, "At least this acceleration allows us to enjoy our drinks. I hate having to sip out of a bulb."

"Do you?" asked Cooper nastily. "I'd have thought that one of your tender years would enjoy a regression to the well-remembered and well-beloved feeding bottle."

Grimes ignored this. He set the mugs down on the low table, then dropped ungracefully into his easy chair. He said to Pa.s.sifern, "But what is is the hurry, Doc? I know that I'm only the small boy around here and that I'm not supposed to be told anything, but would you be breaking any vows of secrecy if you told us the nature of the emergency on El Dorado?" the hurry, Doc? I know that I'm only the small boy around here and that I'm not supposed to be told anything, but would you be breaking any vows of secrecy if you told us the nature of the emergency on El Dorado?"

"I don't know myself, Grimes. All I know is that there shouldn't be one. Those filthy rich El Doradans have the finest pract.i.tioners and specialists in the known Universe in residence; and they, by this time, must be almost as filthy rich as their patients! All I I know is that know is that they they knew that we were in the vicinity of their planet, and requested a second opinion on something or other..." knew that we were in the vicinity of their planet, and requested a second opinion on something or other..."

"And our Lord and Master," contributed Cooper, "decided that it was a good excuse to give the Inertial Drive a gallop. He doesn't like Free Fall." He obliged with a surprisingly good imitation of Captain Daintree's deep voice: "Too much Free Fall makes officers soft."

"He could be right," said Pa.s.sifern.

Cooper ignored this. "What puzzles me," he said, "is why these outstanding pract.i.tioners and specialists should call in a humble ship's quack..."

"As a major vessel of the Survey Service," Pa.s.sifern told him coldly, "we carry a highly qualified and expert team of physicians, surgeons and technicians. And our hospital and research facilities would be the envy of many a planet. Furthermore, we we have the benefit of experience denied to any planet-bound doctor..." have the benefit of experience denied to any planet-bound doctor..."

"And wouldn't you you just love to be planetbound on a world like El Dorado?" asked Cooper. just love to be planetbound on a world like El Dorado?" asked Cooper.

Before the Doctor could make an angry reply, Grimes turned to the Navigator. "And what is is El Dorado like, sir? I was going to look it up, but the Old Man's taken the Pilot Book covering it out of the control room." El Dorado like, sir? I was going to look it up, but the Old Man's taken the Pilot Book covering it out of the control room."

"Doing his homework," said Cooper. "Luckily it's not everybody who has to rush to the books when the necessity for an unscheduled landing crops up. We specialists, unlike the jacks-of-all-trades, tend to be reasonably expert in our own fields." He took a noisy gulp of coffee. "All right. El Dorado. An essentially Earth-type planet in orbit about a Sol-type primary. A very ordinary sort of world, you might say. But it's not. And it wasn't."

It was Pa.s.sifern who broke the silence. "What's so different about it?"

"Don't you know, Doc? You were hankering for its fleshpots only a minute ago. I suppose you have some sort of idea of what it's like now, but not how it got that way. Well, to begin with, it was an extraordinary world. It was one of those planets upon which life-life-as-we-know-it or any other kind of life-had never taken hold. There it was, for millions upon millions of years, just a sterile ball of rock and mud and water.

"And then it was purchased from the Federation by the so-called El Dorado Corporation.

"Even you, young Grimes, must know something of history. Even you must know how, on world after world, the trend has been towards socialism. Some societies have gone the whole hog, preaching and practicing the Gospel According to St. Marx. Some have contented themselves with State control of the means of production and supply, with ruinous taxation of the very well-to-do thrown in. There have been levelling up processes and levelling down processes, and these have hurt the aristocracies of birth and breeding as much as they have hurt the aristocracies of Big Business and industry.

"And so the Corporation was formed. Somehow its members managed to get most of their wealth out of their home worlds, and much of it was used for the terraforming of El Dorado. Terraforming? Landscape gardening would be a better phrase. Yes, that world's no more, and no less, than a huge, beautiful park, with KEEP OFF THE GRa.s.s signs posted insofar as the common herd is concerned."

"What about servants? Technicians?" asked Grimes.

"The answer to that problem, my boy, was automation, automation and still more automation. Automation to an extent that would not have been practical on a world where the economics of it had to be considered. And on the rare occasions that the machines do need attention there are a few El Doradans to whom mechanics, electronics and the like are amusing and quite fascinating hobbies. And there will be others, of course, who enjoy playing around at gardening, or even farming."

"A world, in fact, that's just a rich man's toy," said Grimes.

"And don't forget the rich b.i.t.c.hes," Cooper told him.

"I don't think I'd like it," went on Grimes.

"And I don't think that the El Doradans would like you," Cooper remarked. "Or any of us. As far as they're concerned, we're just snotty-nosed ragam.u.f.fins from the wrong side of the tracks."

"Still," said Pa.s.sifern smugly, "they requested my my services." services."

"G.o.d knows why," sneered Cooper.

There was silence while the Doctor tried to think of a scathing rejoinder. It was broken by Grimes. "Ah, here's Mr. Bose. Perhaps he can tell us."

"Our commissioned teacup reader," grunted the Navigator sardonically. "Singing and dancing."

Mr. Bose, the cruiser's Psionic Radio Officer, did not look the sort of man who would ever be heard or seen indulging in such activities. He was short and fat, and the expression of his shiny, chocolate-colored face was one of unrelieved gloom. On the occasions when a shipmate would tell him, for the love of all the odd G.o.ds of the Galaxy, to cheer up, he would reply portentously, "But I know know too much." What he knew of what went on in the minds of his shipmates he would never divulge; insofar as they were concerned, he always observed and respected the oath of secrecy taken by all graduates of the Rhine Inst.i.tute. Now and again, however, he seemed to consider outsiders fair game and would pa.s.s on to his fellow officers what he had learned by telepathic eavesdropping. too much." What he knew of what went on in the minds of his shipmates he would never divulge; insofar as they were concerned, he always observed and respected the oath of secrecy taken by all graduates of the Rhine Inst.i.tute. Now and again, however, he seemed to consider outsiders fair game and would pa.s.s on to his fellow officers what he had learned by telepathic eavesdropping.

"What cooks on El Dorado, Bosey Boy?" demanded Cooper.

"What cooks, Commander, sir? The flesh of animals. They are a G.o.dless people and partake of unclean foods."

"The same as we do, in this ship. But you know what I mean."

Surprisingly, the telepath laughed, a high-pitched giggle. "Yes, I know what you mean, Commander, sir."

"Of course you do, you d.a.m.ned snooper. But what cooks?"

"I...I cannot understand. I have tried to...to tune in on the thoughts of all the people. From their Psionic Radio officers I have learned nothing, nothing at all. They are experts, highly trained, with their minds impenetrably screened. But the dreams, the secret thoughts of the ordinary people are vague, confused. There is unease and there is fear, but it is not the fear of an immediate danger. But it is a very real fear..."

"Probably just an increasing incidence of tinea," laughed Cooper. "Right up your alley, Doc."

Pa.s.sifern was not amused.

Chapter 3.

Aries was in orbit about El Dorado. It was very quiet in the control room where Captain Daintree and his officers looked out, through the wide viewports, to the green, blue and golden, cloud-girdled planet that the ship was circling. The absence of the familiar, shipboard noises-the thin, high keening of the Mannschenn Drive, the odd, irregular throbbing of the inertial drive-engendered a feeling of tension, a taut expectancy. And this was more than just a routine planetfall. El Dorado was a new world to all of was in orbit about El Dorado. It was very quiet in the control room where Captain Daintree and his officers looked out, through the wide viewports, to the green, blue and golden, cloud-girdled planet that the ship was circling. The absence of the familiar, shipboard noises-the thin, high keening of the Mannschenn Drive, the odd, irregular throbbing of the inertial drive-engendered a feeling of tension, a taut expectancy. And this was more than just a routine planetfall. El Dorado was a new world to all of Aries' Aries' people. True, they had landed on new worlds before, worlds upon which they had been the first humans to set foot; but this fabled planet was-different. Grimes thought of the Moslem paradise with its timeless people. True, they had landed on new worlds before, worlds upon which they had been the first humans to set foot; but this fabled planet was-different. Grimes thought of the Moslem paradise with its timeless houris houris and grinned wryly. Such beauties would never confer their favours on-how had Cooper put it?-on a snotty-nosed ragam.u.f.fin from the wrong side of the tracks. and grinned wryly. Such beauties would never confer their favours on-how had Cooper put it?-on a snotty-nosed ragam.u.f.fin from the wrong side of the tracks.

"And what do you find so amusing, Mr. Grimes?" asked Daintree coldly. "Perhaps you will share the joke with us."

"I...I was thinking, sir." Grimes felt his prominent ears redden.

"You aren't paid to think," came the age-old, automatic reply, the illogical rejoinder that has persisted through millennia. Grimes was tempted to point out that officers are are paid to think, but thought better of it. paid to think, but thought better of it.

Commander Griffin, the Executive Officer, broke the silence. "The pinnace is all cleared away, sir, for the advance party."

"The pinnace, pinnace, Commander? By whose orders?" Commander? By whose orders?"

"I...I thought, sir..."

Another one! Grimes chuckled inwardly, permitted himself a slight grin as he looked at the embarra.s.sed Griffin. Griffin looked back at him in a way that boded ill for the Lieutenant. Grimes chuckled inwardly, permitted himself a slight grin as he looked at the embarra.s.sed Griffin. Griffin looked back at him in a way that boded ill for the Lieutenant.

Daintree said, "I admit, Commander, that you are permitted to think. Even so, you should think to more purpose. How long is it since the rocket re-entry boat was exercised? Did you not consider that this would be an ideal opportunity to give the craft a test and training flight?"

"Why, yes, sir. It would be an ideal opportunity."

"Then have it cleared away, Commander. At once. Oh, which of your young gentlemen are you thinking of sending?"

"Doctor Pa.s.sifern has arranged for Surgeon Lieutenant Kravisky to go with the advance party, sir."

"Never mind that. Who will be the pilot?"

"Er...Mr. Grimes, sir."

"Mr. Grimes." The captain switched his attention from the Commander to the Lieutenant. "Mr. Grimes, what experience have you had in the handling of rocket-powered craft?"

"At the Academy, sir. And during my first training cruise."

"And never since. You're like all the rest of the officers aboard this ship, far too used to riding around in comfort with an inertial drive unit tucked away under your backside. Very well, this will be an ideal opportunity for you to gain some experience of real real s.p.a.cefaring." s.p.a.cefaring."

"Yes, sir. See to the boat, sir?"

"Not yet. Commander Griffin is quite capable of that." He walked to the chart desk, beckoned Grimes to follow him. The Navigator had already spread a chart on the flat surface, securing it with spring clips. "This," said Daintree, "was transmitted to us by whatever or whoever pa.s.ses for Port Control on El Dorado. Mercator's Projection. Here is the s.p.a.ceport"-his thin, bony fingers jabbed downwards-"by this lake..."

"Will the s.p.a.ceport be suitable for the landing of the rocket boat, sir?" asked Grimes. "After all, if it was designed only to handle inertial drive vessels..."

"I've already thought of that point, Mr. Grimes. But our rocket boat is designed to land on water if needs be." needs be."

"But...but will they be ready for us, sir?"

"This vessel has established electronic radio communication with El Dorado, Mr. Grimes. I shall tell them to be ready for you. After all, we are visiting their planet at their request."

"Yes, sir."

"Very good, then. You may study the chart until it is time for you to take the boat away."