Part 10 (1/2)

”_Kill the woman, too!_”

There was a roar like thunder as the firing began. The ground trembled and debris filled the air with flying fragments. Hunter, still running toward the enemy under cover of the trees, saw Val trying to get Lyla to safety and saw them both hurled to the ground as a tree exploded in front of them. They would never live to rise and run again--

He saw Rockford's plan, at last, and what his own duty would now have to be. He knew why Rockford had said of this day, ”_If you can live through it, you will have it made._”

And he had a cold feeling inside him that he was not going to have it made.

He took a deep breath and ran toward the enemy, out of the concealment of the ghost trees and in the open where they could not fail to see him, his blaster firing a continuous beam that fell only a little short of the enemy, that showed them he would be close enough to kill them within seconds if he was not stopped.

The fire concentrated upon him, giving Lyla and Val their chance for escape. He ran through an inferno of cras.h.i.+ng explosions, twisting and dodging on ground that trembled and heaved under his feet, while razor-sharp rock shrapnel filled the air with shrill, deadly screaming sounds.

Something ripped through his shoulder, to spin him around and send him rolling. He scrambled up, firing as he did so, and ran drunkenly on.

Something struck the side of his head and he went down again. He tried to rise and fell back, a blackness sweeping over him that he could not hold away despite his efforts to do so.

It seemed to him that the firing had suddenly stopped, that in its place was the hoa.r.s.e buzz of a police stun-beam. It seemed he saw helicopters overhead, bearing the bright blue insignia of the Royal Guard and then there was nothing but the blackness.

There was a brief, dreamlike return to consciousness. He was in a Royal Guard helicopter and Alonzo was beside him, grinning, and saying, ”You be O.K.--I grad! And my Princess Ryra--rook at her now, Rootenant!”

He saw Lyla, her hand in Val's, and her face was glowing and beautiful in its new-found happiness. Then she was bending down, kissing him, and saying, ”Dale ... Dale ... how can we ever thank you for what you did?”

When the blackness lifted the second time he was lying, bandaged, on a cot in the meeting hall and the voice of Rockford was saying, ”... Ready to go in just a minute.”

The hall was filled with members of the royal court who had come for the wedding. He saw the white robes of Church of Vesta dignitaries who had come to officiate at the wedding. Then he saw the seven grim old men seated at the far end of the table.

The Royal Council--with the judicial power to give even death sentences in crimes committed against royalty.

Sonig, his face white and staring, was being half led, half carried, away from them.

Narf, in the grip of another Guardsman, was standing before the Council and saying in a tone both incredulous and sneering:

”Is that my sentence?”

”There is a qualification to it,” one of the Council said. ”It seems only just, in view of your crime, that you be tortured until death--”

The rest of the words were lost as the blackness swept back. But before unconsciousness was complete, when all else in the hall was gone from him, he heard Narf's cry; an animal-like bawl of protest, raw and hoa.r.s.e with anguish....

”Ah ... you're coming out of it, my boy.”

Rockford was standing over him. ”They gave you a Restoration shot on Vesta forty-eight hours ago. It will be wearing off in a minute and your head will clear.”

He sat up, and the dizziness faded swiftly away. He saw that he was in the compartment of an interstellar s.h.i.+p and he knew that it was Earthbound.

And that Vesta, and brown-eyed Lyla, were now part of the past....