Part 42 (1/2)

”I can believe that,” Lyad said. ”Forgive me the discourtesy of so urgent an invitation, Trigger. A quite recent event made it seem necessary. As to the business--as a start, this gentleman is Doctor Veetonia. He is an investigator of extraordinary talents along his line.

At the moment, he is a trifle tired because of the very long hours he worked last night.”

Doctor Veetonia turned his head to look at her. ”I did, First Lady?

Well, that does explain this odd weariness. Did I work well?”

”Splendidly,” Lyad a.s.sured him. ”You were never better, Doctor.”

He nodded, smiled vaguely and looked back at Trigger. ”This must go, too, I suppose?”

”I'm afraid it must,” Lyad said.

”A great pity!” Doctor Veetonia said. ”A great pity. It would have been a pleasant memory. This very cool one!” The vague smile s.h.i.+fted in the lined face again. ”You are so beautiful, child,” he told Trigger, ”in your anger and terror and despair. And above it still the gauging purpose, the strong, quick thinking. You will not give in easily. Oh, no! Not easily at all. First Lady,” Doctor Veetonia said plaintively, ”I should like to remember this one! It should be possible, I think.”

Small, icy fingers were working up and down Trigger's spine. The Ermetyne gave her a light wink.

”I'm afraid it isn't, Doctor,” she said. ”There are such very important matters to be discussed. Besides, Trigger Argee and I will come to an amicable agreement very quickly.”

”No.” Doctor Veetonia's face had turned very sullen.

”No?” said Lyad.

”She will agree to nothing. Any fool can see that. I recommend, then, a simple chemical approach. Your creatures can handle it. Drain her. Throw her away. I will have nothing to do with the matter.”

”Oh, but Doctor!” the Ermetyne protested. ”That would be so crude. And so very uncertain. Why, we might be here for hours still!”

He shook his head.

Lyad smiled. She stroked the lined cheek with light finger tips. ”Have you forgotten the palace at Hamal Lake?” she asked. ”The great library?

The laboratories? Haven't I been very generous?”

Doctor Veetonia turned his face toward her. He smiled thoughtfully.

”Now that is true!” he admitted. ”For the moment I did forget.” He looked back at Trigger. ”The First Lady gives,” he told her, ”and the First Lady takes away. She has given me wealth and much leisure. She takes from me now and then a memory. Very skillfully, since she was my pupil. But still the mind must be dim by a little each time it is done.”

His face suddenly grew concerned. He looked at Lyad again. ”Two more years only!” he said. ”In two years I shall be free to retire, Lyad?”

Lyad nodded. ”That was our bargain, Doctor. You know I keep bargains.”

Doctor Veetonia said, ”Yes. You do. It is strange in an Ermetyne. Very well! I shall do it.” He looked at Trigger's face. The black-liquid eyes blinked once or twice. ”She is almost certain she is being watched,” he said, ”but she has been thinking of using the ComWeb. The child, I believe, is prepared to attack us at any opportune moment.” He smiled.

”Show her first why her position is hopeless. Then we shall see.”

”Why, it's not in the least hopeless,” Lyad said. ”And please feel no concern about the Doctor, Trigger. His methods are quite painless and involve none of the indignities of a chemical investigation. If you are at all reasonable, we'll just sit here and talk for twenty minutes or so. Then you will tell me what sum you wish to have deposited for you in what bank, and you will be free to go.”

”What will we talk about?” Trigger said.

”Well, for one,” said the Ermetyne, ”there is that rather handsome little purse you've been carrying about lately. My technicians inform me there may be some risk of damaging its contents if they attempt to force it open. We don't want that. So we'll talk a bit about the proper way of opening it.” She gave Trigger her little smile. ”And Doctor Veetonia will verify the accuracy of any statements made on the matter.”

She considered. ”Oh, and then I shall ask a few questions. Not many. And you will answer them. It really will be quite simple. But now let me tell you why I so very much wanted to see you today. We had a guest here last night. A gentleman whom you've met--Balmordan. He was mind-blocked on some quite important subjects, and so--though the doctor and I were very patient and careful--he died in the end. But before he died, he had told me as much as I really needed to know from him.

”Now with that information,” she went on, ”and with the contents of your purse and with another little piece of information, which you possess, I shall presently go away. On Orado, a few hours later, Tranest's amba.s.sador will have a quiet talk with some members of the Federation Council. And that will be all, really.” She smiled. ”No dramatic pursuit! No hue and cry! A few treaties will be considerably revised.

And the whole hubbub about the plasmoids will be over.” She nodded.