Part 12 (1/2)

There on a galloping horse beside Hoddan in the darkness, Thal zestfully repeated his lesson.

”Show another man and send him to me for a pistol,” Hoddan commanded curtly. ”I'll be showing others.”

He turned to the man who rode too close to his left. Before he had fully instructed that man, another clamored for a weapon on his right.

This was hardly adequate training in the use of modern weapons. For that matter, Hoddan was hardly qualified to give military instruction. He'd only gone on two pirate voyages himself. But little boys on Zan played at pirate, in dutiful emulation of their parents. At least the possibilities of stun-guns were envisioned in their childish games. So Hoddan knew more about how to fight with stun-pistols than somebody who knew nothing at all.

The band of pursuing hors.e.m.e.n pounded through the dark night under strangely patterned stars. Hoddan held on to his saddle and barked out instructions to teach Darthians how to shoot. He felt very queer. He began to worry. With the lights of Don Loris' castle long vanished behind, he began to realize how very small his troop was.

Thal had said something about horses being hamstrung. There must, then, have been two attacking parties. One swarmed into the stables to draw all defending retainers there. Then the other poured over a wall or in through a bribed-open sally-port, and rushed for the Lady Fani's apartments. The point was that the attackers had made sure there could be only a token pursuit. They knew they were many times stronger than any who might come after them. It would be absurd for them to flee....

Hoddan kicked his horse and got up to the front of the column of riders in the night.

”Thal!” he snapped. ”They'll be idiots if they keep on running away, now they're too far off to worry about men on foot. They'll stop and wait for us--most of them anyhow. We're riding into an ambus.h.!.+”

”Good pickings, eh?” said Thal.

”Idiot!” yelped Hoddan. ”These men know you. You know what I can do with stun-pistols! Tell them we're riding into ambush. They're to follow close behind us two! Tell them they're not to shoot at anybody more than five yards off and not coming at them, and if any man stops to plunder I'll kill him personally!”

Thal gaped at him.

”Not stop to plunder?”

”Ghek won't!” snapped Hoddan. ”He'll take Fani on to his castle, leaving most of his men behind to ma.s.sacre us!”

Thal reined aside and Hoddan pounded on at the head of the tiny troop.

This was the second time in his life he'd been on a horse. It was two too many. This adventure was not exhilarating. It came into his mind, depressingly, that supposedly stirring action like this was really no more satisfying than piracy. Fani had tricked him into a fix in which he had to fight Ghek or be disgraced--and to be disgraced on Darth was equivalent to suicide.

His horse came to a gentle rise in the ground. It grew steeper. The horse slacked in its galloping. The incline grew steeper still. The horse slowed to a walk, which it pursued with a rhythmically tossing head. It was only less uncomfortable than a gallop. The dim outline of trees appeared overhead.

”Perfect place for an ambush,” Hoddan reflected dourly.

He got out a stun-pistol. He set the stud for continuous fire--something he hadn't dared trust to the others.

His horse breasted the rise. There was a yell ahead and dim figures plunged toward him.

He painstakingly made ready to swing his stun-pistol from his extreme right, across the s.p.a.ce before him, and all the way to the extreme left.

The pistol should be capable of continuous fire for four seconds. But it was operating on stored charge. He didn't dare count on more than three.

He pulled the trigger. The stun-pistol hummed, though its noise was inaudible through the yells of the charging partisans of the Lord Ghek.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

V

Hoddan swore from the depths of a very considerable vocabulary.

”You (censored)--(deleted)--(omitted)--(unprintability)”, he roared.