Part 9 (1/2)

”Take this man away, Weron,” he ordered. ”He knew nothing.” He stroked his hair. ”When he recovers, a.s.sign him to some unimportant duty in the castle. Something, of course, that will demand little thought or spirit.”

”And the others, Excellency?”

”Oh, bring them in, one at a time. One of them managed to make a complete fool of his officer, of course. But I'll find him.”

Bel Menstal waved his hand in dismissal, then leaned back in his chair, watching as his steward directed a pair of men-at-arms. They carried the limp form from the room.

”There. That'll pick up any power radiation from the castle.” Konar straightened, looking at the small panel.

”Good enough.” Meinora leaned over, checking the dials. ”See you've set it for average power.”

”Yes, sir. It'll give a flicker indication for low levels and it'll fail to trip for unaided thought. Not too much chance of an overload, either.”

”That's right. You're learning.” Meinora nodded casually. ”Well, let's keep watch on it.” He sat down. ”Audio alarm on?”

Konar glanced at the panel again. ”I remembered it this time.” He grinned, then looked curiously at his superior's cut cheek. The wound was healing nicely. In an hour or so, there would be no visible trace of the injury.

”Say, Chief,” he asked, ”how'd you happen to get slapped?”

”I asked for it.” Meinora smiled thoughtfully.

”Yes, sir. I know that. But what was the purpose?”

”This continent has never been thoroughly checked, so we're sampling the culture. We know a lot about them now, but there's a lot we still have to know. For example, how do they react to various stimuli? And how much stimulus is necessary to produce a given action? Of course, we can't check every individual, but we can pick up a sample from each community we contact and extrapolate from them.” Meinora spread his hands.

”So, I presented a minor irritation to that officer, and he reacted--fast. He didn't just slap me for effect. He was infuriated at the insult to his authority. Not only that, but his men expected him to react in just that manner. I noted that, too. He'd have lost face if he'd acted in any other way. And the men-at-arms were disappointed when we gave them no further excuse for violence. We really lost face with them. There, we have an indication that violence is the expected thing in this particular castle, which is a community of the duchy. Right?”

”Yes.” Konar nodded thoughtfully. ”They're not only violent themselves, but they expect violence from others. I see what you mean. You'll sample the other baronies?”

”Certainly. As many as we contact. They can tell us quite a bit. We----”

A buzzer interrupted him. Meinora snapped a switch and sat forward alertly.

A needle quivered, rose from its rest, and swung abruptly across the meter scale. With an audible ping, it slapped against the stop beyond the maximum reading.

Meinora looked sharply at the detector set, then turned a selector switch. The needle moved reluctantly away from the pin, but remained above the red line at center scale. Meinora grimaced, twisted the selector again, and adjusted another k.n.o.b, till the needle came to rest at center.

He examined the dial readings, frowned incredulously, then turned.

”Look at it,” he invited. ”It's a wonder he hasn't burned that amplifier out. It's a heavy duty job, I know. But----”

Konar leaned over his chief's shoulder.

”What an overload! We've found it, all right. But what's going on?”

”Let's find out.” Meinora flipped a switch. The two men tensed against the resultant shock and were silent for a time. At last, Konar reached out to snap the switch off.

”Just raw, crus.h.i.+ng force,” he said wonderingly. ”A ferocious demand, with no regard for facts, no consideration of mental characteristics, no thought of consequence.” He shook his head slowly. ”Never experienced anything just like that before.”