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chanting grew louder as he moved.
Can you make out what they're saying?
("Something about the sacred objects, half of which must be placed in communion
with the sun one day and the other half placed in communion with the sun the next day
. . . a continuous cycle.")
The chant suddenly ended.
("It appears the litany is over. We had better go back.")
No, we're hiding right here. The brain is no doubt in there and I want to get back to civilization
as soon as possible.
Dalt crouched in a shadowed sulcus in the wall and watched as the procession
passed, the Duke in the lead, carrying some cloth-covered objects held out before him,
Anthon sullenly following. The court advisers plucked the torches from the walls as
they moved, but Dalt noticed that light still bled from the unexplored end of the
passage. He sidled along the wall toward it after the others had passed.
He was totally unprepared for the sight that greeted his eyes as he entered the
terminal alcove.
It was surreal. The vaulted subterranean chamber was strewn with the wreckage of
the lost cargo ship. Huge pieces of twisted metal lay stacked against the walls; smaller
pieces hung suspended from the ceiling. And foremost and center, nearly
indistinguishable from the other junk, sat the silvery life-support apparatus of the brain,
as high as a man and twice as broad.
And atop that the brain, a ball of neural tissue floating in a nutrient bath within a
crystalline globe.
("You can't hear him, can you?") Pard said.
"Him? Him who?"
("The brain it pictures itself as a him did manage to communicate with the locals.
You were right about that.")
"What are you talking about?" ("It's telepathic, Steve, and my presence in your brain
seems to have blocked your reception. I sensed a few impulses back in the passage but I
wasn't sure until it greeted us.")
"What's it saying?"
("The obvious: It wants to know who we are and what we want.") There was a short
pause. ("Oh, oh! I just told it that we're here to take it back to SW and it let out a
telepathic emergency call a loud one. Don't be surprised if we have company in a few
minutes.")
"Great! Now what do we do?" Dalt fingered the dagger in his belt as he pondered the
situation. It was already too late to run and he didn't want to have to blast his way out.
His eyes rested on the globe.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Pard, but I seem to remember something about the globe
being removable."
("Yes, it can be separated from the life-support system for about two hours with no
serious harm to the brain.")
"That's just about all we'd need to get it back to the mothership and hooked up to
another unit."
("He's quite afraid, Steve,") Pard said as Dalt began to disconnect the globe. ("By the
way, I've figured out that little litany we just heard: The sacred objects that are daily put
in 'communion with the sun' are solar batteries. Half are charged one day, half the next.
That's how he keeps himself going.")
Dalt had just finished stoppering the globe's exchange ports when the Duke and his
retinue arrived in a noisy, disorganized clatter.
"Racso!" the Duke cried on sight of him. "So you've betrayed us after all!"
"I'm sorry," Dalt said, "but this belongs to someone else."
Anthon lunged to the front. "Treacherous scum! And I called you friend!" As the
youth's hand reached for his sword hilt, Dalt raised the globe.
"Stay your hand, Anthon! If any of you try to bar my way, I'll smash this globe and
your godling with it!" The Duke blanched and laid a restraining hand on his son's
shoulder. "I didn't come here with the idea of stealing something from you, but steal it I
must. I regret the necessity." Dalt wasn't lying. He felt, justifiably, that he had betrayed a
trust and it didn't sit well with him, but he kept reminding himself that the brain
belonged to SW and he was only returning it to them.
("I hope your threat holds them,") Pard said. ("If they consider the possibilities, they'll
realize that if they jump you, they'll lose their godling; but if they let you go, they lose it
anyway.")
At the moment Anthon voiced this same conclusion, but still his father restrained him.
"Let him take the god-ling, my son. It has aided us with its wisdom, the least we can do
is guarantee it safe passage."
Dalt grabbed one of the retainers. "You run ahead and ready me a horse a good
one!" He watched him go, then slowly followed the passage back to the dining area. The
Duke and his group remained behind in the alcove.
"I wonder what kind of plot they're hatching against me now," Dalt whispered.
"Imagine! All the time I spent here never guessing they were telepaths!"
("They're not, Steve.")
"Then how do they communicate with this thing?" he said, glancing at the globe
under his arm.
("The brain is an exceptionally strong sender and receiver, that's the secret. These folk
are no more telepathic than anyone else.")
Dalt was relieved to find the horse waiting and the gate open. The larger of Kwashi's
two moons was well above the horizon and Dalt took the most direct route to his hidden
shuttlecraft.
("Just a minute, Steve,") Pard said as Dalt dismounted near the ship's hiding place.
("We seem to have a moral dilemma on our hands.")
"What's that?" Pard had been silent during the entire trip.
("I've been talking to the brain and I think it's become a little more than just a piloting
device.")
"Possibly. It crashed, discovered it was telepathic, and tried to make the best of the
situation. We're returning it. What's the dilemma?" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]