Part 32 (1/2)
A landing ramp dropped down from the battered craft. It neatly spanned the scorched and still-smoking patch of soil. A port opened. Men came out, following a jaunty small figure with belligerent gray whiskers.
They dragged an enigmatic object behind them.
Hoddan came out of the yacht. His grandfather said waspishly:
”This the castle?”
He waved at the ma.s.sive pile of cut gray stone, with walls twenty feet thick and sixty high.
”Yes, sir,” said Hoddan.
”Hm-m-m,” snorted his grandfather. ”Looks flimsy to me!” He waved his hand again. ”You remember your cousins.”
Familiar, matter-of-fact nods came from the men of the battered s.h.i.+p.
Hoddan hadn't seen any of them for years, but they were his kin. They wore commonplace, workaday garments, but carried weapons slung negligently over their shoulders. They dragged the cryptic object behind them without particular formation or apparent discipline, but somehow they looked capable.
Hoddan and his grandfather strolled to the castle gate, their companions a little to their rear. They came to the gate. Nothing happened. n.o.body challenged. There was the feel of peevish refusal to a.s.sociate with persons who landed in s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
”Shall we hail?” asked Hoddan.
”Nah!” snorted his grandfather. ”I know his kind! Make him make the advances.” He waved to his descendents. ”Open it up.”
Somebody casually pulled back a cover and reached in and threw switches.
”Found a power broadcast unit,” grunted Hoddan's grandfather, ”on a s.h.i.+p we took. Hooked it to the s.h.i.+p's s.p.a.ce-drive. When y'can't use the s.p.a.ce-drive, you still got power. Your Cousin Oliver whipped this thing up to use it.”
The enigmatic object made a spiteful noise. The castle gate shuddered and fell halfway from its hinges. The thing made a second noise. Stones splintered and began to collapse. Hoddan admired. Three more unpleasing but not violently loud sounds. Half the wall on either side of the gate was rubble, collapsing partly inside and partly outside the castle's proper boundary.
Figures began to wave hysterically from the battlements. Hoddan's grandfather yawned slightly.
”I always like to talk to people,” he observed, ”when they're worryin'
about what I'm likely to do to them, instead of what maybe they can do to me.”
Figures appeared on the ground level. They'd come out of a sally port to one side. They were even extravagantly cordial when Hoddan's grandfather admitted that it might be convenient to talk over his business inside the castle, where there would be an easy-chair to sit in.
Presently they sat beside the fireplace in the great hall. Don Loris, jittering, s.h.i.+vered next to Hoddan's grandfather. The Lady Fani appeared, icy-cold and defiant. She walked with frigid dignity to a place beside her father. Hoddan's grandfather regarded her with a wicked, estimating gaze.
”Not bad!” he said brightly. ”Not bad at all!” Then he turned to Hoddan.
”Those retainers coming?”
”On the way,” said Hoddan. He was not happy. The Lady Fani had pa.s.sed her eyes over him exactly as if he did not exist.
There was a murmurous noise. The dozen spearmen came marching into the great hall. They carried loot. It dripped on the floor and they blandly ignored such things as stray golden coins rolling off away from them.
Stay-at-home inhabitants of the castle gazed at them in joyous wonderment.
Nedda came with them. The Lady Fani made a very slight, almost imperceptible movement. Hoddan said desperately:
”Fani, I know you hate me, though I can't guess why. But here's a thing that ... has to be taken care of! We made a raid on Walden ... that's where the loot came from ... and my men kidnaped this girl ... her name is Nedda ... and brought her on the s.h.i.+p as a present to me ... because she'd admitted that she knew me! Nedda's in an awful fix, Fani! She's alone and friendless, and ... somebody has to take care of her! Her father'll come for her eventually, no doubt, but somebody's got to take care of her in the meantime, and I can't do it!” Hoddan felt hysterical at the bare idea. ”I can't!”