Complete Short Fiction (Jerry eBooks)

by James H. Schmitz

  They passed through two more portals. The second one took them into the big room of the viewscreen. They’d moved on a few steps across thick carpeting when Tscharen whirled abruptly. Telzey had a glimpse of a gun in his hand, saw him drop sideways. Someone landed with a harsh yell on the floor behind her, and a great hand gripped the back of her jacket below the collar. For a moment, a face stared down into hers. Then she was tossed aside with careless violence, and when she looked up from the carpeting, the giants were coming in through a doorspace at the far end of the room.

  They moved like swift animals. She had barely time to scramble to her feet before they were there. One of them caught her arm, held her in a rock-hard grip, but the immediate attention of the group was on Tscharen. They crouched about him, shifting quickly back and forth. He’d recovered from whatever had knocked him out, was struggling violently. There were short angry shouts. Gusts of savage emotion boiled up, a battering of psi energies. Telzey’s gaze flicked to the wall through which they’d stepped. Grips were fastened to it above the point where the portal had opened briefly. That was where Tscharen’s attacker had clung, waiting. So these others had known he was coming along that route, or that someone was coming, and had laid an ambush.

  The psi tumult ebbed out. They began to separate, get to their feet. She saw Tscharen lying face down, hands fastened behind his back, trussed up generally and motionless. Two remained beside him. The others turned toward Telzey, spreading out in a semicircle.

  She swallowed carefully. More than a dozen stared at her, faces showing little expression at the moment. They were dressed in the same sort of dark green outfit as Tscharen, belted with guns and knives. The majority were of his type. Two of them, slighter, smaller-boned, were females.

  But four in the group were not at all of the same type. They stood not many inches taller than the rest but were much more hugely designed throughout. They were, in fact, unmistakably what the old records had told about and shown—the psi ogres of Nalakia, the Elaigar.

  One of these rumbled something to the lesser giant holding Telzey’s arm. Thought patterns flickered for a moment through her awareness. She had the impression they didn’t quite know what to make of the fact that she’d been in Tscharen’s company.

  She glanced toward the ogre who’d spoken. His brooding eyes narrowed. A mind probe stabbed at her.

  Her shield blocked it.

  Interest flared in the broad face. The others stirred, went quiet again.

  So now they knew she was a psi.

  Another probe came from the Elaigar, heavy and hard, testing the shield in earnest. It held. Some of the others began to grin. He grunted, in annoyance now, returned with a ramming thrust. Telzey slammed a bolt back at him, struck heavy shielding, and his eyes went wide with surprise. There was a roar of laughter. As psi mentalities, the great Elaigar seemed the same as Tscharen’s kind; she could make out no difference between them.

  The noise ended abruptly. Faces turned toward the doorspace and the group shifted position, hands moving toward guns and knife hilts. Telzey followed their gaze. Hot fright jolted through her.

  An animal stood in the room thirty feet away, small red eyes fixed on her. Thick-bodied, with massive head and forelimbs—one of their teleporting killers. It didn’t move, but its appearance and stare were infinitely menacing. The giants themselves clearly weren’t at ease in its presence.

  It vanished.

  Simultaneously, a voice spoke harshly from the doorway and another huge Elaigar strode into the room, followed by a humanoid creature in green uniform. It was a moment before Telzey realized the newcomer was female. There was little to distinguish her physically from the males of her type here. But something did distinguish her—something like a blaze of furious energy which enlivened the brutal features in their frame of shaggy black hair. Through her shield. Telzey felt a powerful mind sweep toward her, then abruptly withdraw. The giantess glanced at her as she approached, said something to the attendant humanoid, then turned toward Tscharen and addressed the others in a hard deep voice. The attitude of the group indicated she held authority among them.

  The humanoid stopped before Telzey, took an instrument from one of his uniform pockets, thumbed open the cover, held the instrument to his mouth, pronounced a few high-pitched sentences, closed the device and replaced it. He looked up at the giant holding Telzey by the arm. and the giant growled a few words and moved off. The humanoid looked at Telzey. She looked at him.

  Except for the fact that he wasn’t much taller than she, his appearance was no more reassuring than that of the giants. The large round head and the hands were covered by skin like plum-colored velvet. The two eyes set wide apart in the head were white circles with black dots as pupils. There were no indications of ears, nostrils, or other sense organs. The mouth was a long straight lipless line. A variety of weapons and less readily definable devices were attached to the broad belt about the flat body.

  The creature unclipped two of the belt gadgets now, stepped up to Telzey and began running them over her clothes. She realized she was being searched again and stood still. Plum-face was methodical and thorough. Everything he found he looked over briefly and stuffed into one of his pockets, winding up by pulling the Luerral ring key from Telzey’s finger and adding it to the other items. Then he returned the search devices to his belt and spoke to somebody who was now standing behind Telzey. The somebody moved around into view.

  Another kind of alien. This one was also about Telzey’s size, wore clothing, walked upright on two legs. Any physical resemblance to humanity ended there. It had a head like that of a soft-shelled green bug, jaws hinged side to side. A curved band of yellow circles across the upper part of the face seemed to be eyes. What was visible of arms and legs, ending in bony hands and narrow shod feet, was reedy and knob-jointed, the same shade of green as the head.

  This creature didn’t look at Telzey but simply stood there. Telzey guessed Plum-face had summoned it to the room with his communicator. Two of the group had picked up Tscharen now and were carrying him from the room. The giantess snapped out some command. The rest started toward the doorspace. She watched them leave, then turned abruptly. Telzey felt a thrill of alarm as the monster came up. The Elaigar spoke, a few short words.

  The green alien at once told Telzey softly, in perfect translingue. “You are in the presence of Stiltik, who is a High Commander of the Elaigar. I’m to translate her instructions to you—and I advise you most urgently to do whatever she says, with no hesitation.”

  The jaws hadn’t moved, but a short tube protruded from the front of the stalklike neck. The voice had come from there. The end of the tube was split, forming flexible lips with a fleshy blue tongue tip between them.

  The harsh voice of Stiltik, High Commander of the Elaigar, broke in. The green alien resumed quickly. “You must open your mind to Stiltik. Do it immediately!”

  But that was the last thing she should do. Telzey said unsteadily, “Open my mind? I don’t know what she means.”

  Bug-face translated. Stiltik, eyes fixed hard on Telzey, growled a brief response. The green creature, seeming almost in distress, said, “Stiltik says you’re lying. Please don’t defy her! She’s very quick to anger.”

  Telzey just shook her head helplessly.

  “But it’s impossible! I—”

  She broke off. This time, Stiltik hadn’t waited for translation. Psi pressure clamped about Telzey’s shield, tightened like a great fist. She gave a startled gasp. There was no need to pretend being frightened; she was afraid enough of Stiltik. But not of this form of attack. Her shield had stood up under the crushing onslaught of a great psi machine. As far as she knew, no living mind could produce similar forces.

  And in not too many seconds, Stiltik appeared to understand she would accomplish nothing in that manner. The pressure ended abruptly. She stared down at Telzey, made a snorting sound, leaned forward. The mouth smiled in murderous anger; and the huge hands reached out with blurring s
peed, gripped Telzey, went knowingly to work.

  Telzey was reminded in an instant then that when pain is excruciating enough there is no outcry, because lungs and throat seem paralyzed. She could have blocked out most of it, but Stiltik might be in a killing fury, and pain now offered a means of escape. It flowed through her like bursts of fire leaping up and combining. Her mind dimmed in shock, and she found herself lying on the floor, shaking, shield tight-locked. Stiltik roared out something high above her. Then there were footsteps, moving off. Then darkness, rolling in.

  V

  She decided presently that she hadn’t been unconscious very long, though she hurt a great deal less than she’d expected to be hurting when she woke up. She kept her eyes shut; she wasn’t alone. She was lying on her side, with something like a hard cot underneath. The area was psi-blocked, and evidently it was a large structure because she had no feeling of blocking fields close by. Her warning mechanisms indicated one or more minds of the Elaigar type around.

  Something touched her lightly in an area which was still sufficiently painful. Around the touch pain began to diminish, as if a slow wave of coolness were spreading out and absorbing it. So she was being treated for the mauling she’d had from Stiltik—very effectively treated, to judge by the way she felt.

  Now to determine who was in the vicinity.

  Telzey canceled the alerting mechanisms, lightened her shielding, reached out cautiously. After a minute or two, vague thought configurations touched her awareness. Nonpsi and alien they were—she could develop that contact readily.

  Next, sense of a psi shield. Whoever used it wasn’t far away . . .

  The device which had been draining pain from her withdrew, leaving a barely noticeable residual discomfort where it had been. It touched another sore spot, resumed its ministrations. A mingling of the alien thoughts accompanied the transfer. They were beginning to seem comprehensible—a language half understood. The xenotelepathic quality of her mind was at work.

  Her screens abruptly drew tight. There’d been a momentary wash of Elaigar thought. Gone now. But—

  Fury swirled about her, surging from a telepathic mind which seemed completely unshielded, nakedly open. An Elaigar mind. The rage, whatever caused it, had nothing to do with Telzey. The giant didn’t appear aware that she was in the area.

  The impression faded again, didn’t return. Telzey waited a minute, slid a light probe toward the psi shield she’d touched. She picked up no indication of anything there. It was a good tight shield, and that was all. Psi shield installed over a nonpsi mind? It should be that.

  She left a watch thought there, a trace of awareness. If the shield opened or softened, she’d know, be back for a further look. She returned to the alien nonpsi thought patterns. By now, it was obvious that they were being produced by two minds of the same species.

  It was a gentle, unsuspicious species. Telzey moved easily into both minds. One was Stiltik’s green-bug interpreter, named Couse; a female. Couse’s race called themselves the Tanvens. Her companion was Sasar, male; a physician. Kind Bug-faces! They had problems enough of their own, no happy future ahead. But at the moment, they were feeling sorry for the human who had been mishandled by Stiltik and were doing what they could to help her.

  They might help more than they realized. Telzey put taps on their memory banks which would feed general information to hers without further attention, began dropping specific questions into the nonresisting awarenesses.

  Responses came automatically.

  After she lost consciousness, she’d been brought here by Essu. Essu was Plum-face, the uniformed humanoid. He was a Tolant, chief of Stiltik’s company of Tolants. Stiltik had ordered Couse to summon Sasar, the most skilled physician in her command, to tend to the human’s injuries and revive her. She was a valuable captive who was to remain in Essu’s charge then, until Stiltik sent for her. The Tanvens didn’t know when that would be. But it might be a considerable while, because Stiltik was interrogating the other captive now.

  Essu was waiting in the passage outside this room. So he was the wearer of the psi shield, though the Tanvens knew nothing of that. Stiltik presumably had equipped him with one to safeguard her secrets from other psi minds. Essu acted as her general assistant, frequently as her executioner and torturer. A cruel, cunning creature! The Tanvens feared him almost as much as they feared Stiltik.

  They didn’t know there was an Elaigar in the vicinity. As far as they were aware, they were alone in this circuit section with Essu and Telzey. It had been a hospital facility once, but was now rarely used. The bad-tempered giant might be a good distance away from them.

  Telzey shifted her line of questioning. The Elaigar had enslaved members of many races besides Tanvens and Tolants. Giants of Stiltik’s kind were called Sattarams and supplied almost all the leaders. The lesser Elaigar were Otessans. Tscharen belonged to a third variety called Alattas, who looked like Otessans and now and then were caught masquerading as them, as Tscharen had been. The Alattas were enemies of the Sattarams and Otessans, and Couse and Sasar had heard rumors that an Alatta force was at present trying to invade the circuit.

  At that point, Telzey drew back from the Tanven minds, leaving only the memory taps in place. For immediate practical purposes, Couse and Sasar had a limited usefulness. They were unable to think about the Elaigar in any real detail. When she tried to pin them down, their thought simply blurred. They knew only as much about their masters as they needed to know to perform their duties.

  Similarly, they had a frustratingly vague picture of the portal circuit the Elaigar had occupied on Tinokti. It appeared to be an extensive system. They were familiar with a limited part of it and had been supplied with key packs which permitted them to move about within that area. They had no curiosity about what lay beyond. In particular, they’d never wondered about the location of exits from the circuit to the world outside. Escape was something they didn’t think about; it was a meaningless concept. The Elaigar had done a thorough job of conditioning them.

  She could control the Tanvens easily, but it wouldn’t gain her anything.

  Plum-face was the logical one to get under control. He was in charge of her, and the fact that he was Stiltik’s assistant could make him the most useful sort of confederate. However, the psi shield presented a problem. Telzey thought she could work through it, given time enough. But Stiltik might show up and discover what she was doing. Stiltik would make very sure then that she didn’t get a chance to try other tricks.

  She decided to wait a little with Essu. The shield might be less inflexible than it seemed at present. Meanwhile, there was a fourth mind around. The Elaigar mind.

  She considered, not liking that notion too well. There’d been occasional impressions which indicated this particular Elaigar remained careless about his shielding. He didn’t seem to be aware of any of them here. But if he suspected he was being probed, he’d start hunting around the limited psi-blocked area for the prober.

  She thought finally she should take the chance—he was preoccupied and angry.

  She reached out gradually toward the Elaigar awareness. Her concern lessened then. There was a screen there but so loosely held it might as well have been nonexistent. The thought currents behind it shifted in fluctuating disorder over a quivering undercurrent of anger. Insane, she realized. A sick old male sunk deep in derangement, staring at problems for which there was no real solution, rousing himself periodically to futile fury.

  Telzey eased in a memory tap, paused—

  Stiltik! She slipped out of the Elaigar mind, flicked her watch thought away from Essu’s shield. Tight went her own shield then.

  Stiltik was present, after a fashion. Somewhere in this psi-blocked structure, a portal had opened and she’d stepped through. A signal now touched Essu’s shield, and the shield went soft. Not many seconds later, it hardened again. Some instruction had been given the Tolant.

  But Stiltik wasn’t yet gone. Telzey sensed a search thought about. She
could hide from it by ceasing all psi activity, but that simply would tell Stiltik she was conscious. She allowed a normal trickle of psi energy to drift out; let Stiltik’s mind find her behind her shield.

  Something touched the shield, tested it with a slow pressure probe, which got nowhere, withdrew. A hard, dizzying bolt slammed suddenly at her then; another. That sort of thing shouldn’t help an unconscious patient make a faster recovery, Telzey thought. Perhaps Stiltik had the same reflection; she let it go at that. When Telzey made a cautious scan of the area a minute or two later, there was no trace of the giantess in the structure.

  Essu appeared in the entrance to the room and wanted to know how much longer it was going to take Sasar to get the human awake and in good enough shape so she could walk. Telzey followed the talk through Couse’s mind. Couse was acting as interpreter again. Essu didn’t understand the Tanven tongue, nor Sasar that of the Tolants or Elaigar. The physician was alarmed by Essu’s indications of impatience, but replied bravely enough. Couse had given him Stiltik’s instructions: he was to make sure the patient retained no dangerous injuries before he released her to Essu, and he couldn’t be sure of it yet. She appeared to be healing well and rapidly, but her continuing unconsciousness was not a good sign. Essu pronounced a few imprecations in his high sharp voice, resumed his post in the passage.

  The signal which caused Essu’s shield to relax presently reached it again. Essu wasn’t aware of it, but the shield softened in mechanical obedience. This time, it was Telzey’s probe which slipped through. She’d reproduced the signal as carefully as she could, but hadn’t been too sure it was an exact copy. Evidently she’d come close enough—and now for some quick and nervous work! If Stiltik happened to return before she got organized here, it wasn’t likely she could escape discovery.