Part 15 (1/2)
”U.S.A. speech,” she parroted. ”Some day I will talk U.S.A. speech, too, like you!”
”I hope so. This tongue of yours gives me cramps in the jaws.”
We plodded on across the gra.s.s, heading for the cliff ledge where we had met. I knew no where else to go.
Quite suddenly came a soft sussuration overhead, a light-beam lanced down, pinning us there. I tossed Carna aside, rolled myself out of the path of light. But mercilessly the light beam spread, until we were again within the circle of illumination.
But no blue death ray followed. The dark shape settled to the earth beside us, and the door in the side opened.
I sprang to my feet in glad surprise to see Holaf in the round doorway, motioning us to enter. He cried:
”Come, the day of the Jivro has ended, there is work now for men to do!”
Carna laughed happily, ran to the doorway, and as Holaf caught her waist and swung her up, she kissed him on the cheek, still laughing in abandoned joy to know that finally the centuries-long nightmare fastened on her people was ended. I followed more sedately, wondering what now? I thought of poor cross-eyed Jake Barto, and of the three fortune-hunters who had gone the same path--and as I shook Holaf's hand, questioned the ecstatic confidence of release upon his face.
”Suppose the Empire sends s.h.i.+ps here, will they not destroy all you have gained? Why do you feel so sure their power is broken? They were but few here?”
”They will not send s.h.i.+ps, for no messenger got away. What do you think the s.h.i.+ps of the prince have been doing? This is the beginning of their end!”
”How did you get out of the palace? The last I saw you, you were storming the place, gun in hand, and cheering....”
”When the bombs began to burst against the very roof, I got out. I killed a few Jivros first, though! It has been a good time; the best of my life!”
”Were you picked up as you picked us up?”
”Of course. Look there who it is that has done us the honor....”
My eyes followed his finger pointing through the far arched doorway to the control room. At the bank of levers and dials, her face intent upon the scene through the circular plastic dome, sat Wananda. Inadvertently my eyes went to Carna's face; she nodded once, vigorously. I knew she meant:
”See, I have told you the truth. She knew where you were, her heart told her, who else would descend to pick you up while the fighting was still going on?”
I went to her, and stood for a moment beside her, watching her swift hands, the light on her midnight hair, the delicate superb chiseling of her forehead and nose, the exquisite aura of womanhood about her--she was every inch a queen.
She turned, startled to find me there, then smiled, and a warm flush spread slowly from her neck upward to her temples. She knew that I knew!
She laughed a little quiet sound to herself.
”That is why the Zoorphs are hated, earthman. One can never keep a secret!”
”You must have the powers of Carna yourself, to know that she told me.”
I answered.
”I have studied their methods. One comes by such talents hereditarily.
The Zoorph is only an organization which concentrates on taking in and teaching such gifted children. I, as a princess, had a tutor of their sect. I know that you love her, too, you know.”
”And not yourself. But she confesses that I love her only because of her skill at hypnosis, or something of the kind. To me that seems unfair, but I cannot help it. I love her, though I am drawn to you. But why should we concern ourselves with these matters? You will go back to s.p.a.ce with your s.h.i.+ps to carry rebellion to the other Jivro strongholds.
I will be left behind to mourn you both.”
”Why should you be left behind? Do you find the Schree or the Zerv company so repellent?”