The Stones of Nomuru
- Автор: Де Камп Лайон Спрэг
- Серия: Viagens Interplanetarias #7
- Язык: английский
- Жанр: Научная фантастика
Электронная книга - «The Stones of Nomuru». Краткое содержание книги:
Mild-mannered Terra archeologist Keith Salazar was just minding his business, digging up the alien past on an out-of-the-way site on the planet Kukulcan, when suddenly he was beseiged by intruders on his scholarly peace: hostile natives, an indifferent ex-wife, and a demon developer with rapacious eyes glued on both his site and his true love.
In the course of protecting his dig, regaining his loved one and vanquishing his rival, Salazar will fight a giant reptilian predator bare-handed, leap into snake-filled pits, engineer the planet's first imperial conquest, lead and train a battalion of alien riflemen, and hold a séance. Pretty exciting work--but then maybe Keith Salazar wasn't such a milquetoast after all...
"You shall go to the headquarters at Tuui of the Frontier Force and report to General Jidsho. Then, I suppose, you must turn over command of these companies to your highest officer, while you proceed on to the Shongosi-Chosha border. Will he be competent in your absence?"
Salazar shrugged. "We can only hope, Your Majesty. I have taught him what I could, bearing in mind that I am not a trained soldier either. Will Your Majesty kindly tell me of this General Jidsho?"
Gariko's cervical spines rippled in a way corresponding to a Terran's chuckle. "He and Shta were rivals for the post of Minister of War, or perhaps you would say commander-in-chief. I chose Shta because I deemed Jidsho too conservative and set in his ideas."
Salazar said: "Permit me to suggest to Your Majesty that it were wise to furnish me with a letter precisely defining my authority. Otherwise ..."
"Otherwise he might waste your companies. Yes, he is headstrong. I will write that letter, Sarasara, and send a separate message by courier, stating the same points. But I worry. If the Shongorin are beaten on their eastern border, then despite your electrical communications, the nomads will overrun Shongosi before our forces can advance even so far as Biitso."
"How about mounting my Rangers on jutens for long marches?"
"It would take several sixtnights to make competent riders of them."
Salazar struck his forehead with his palm. "Your Majesty, I am stupid! I see steam trucks chugging about Machura. Why not requisition some of these and pack my Rangers into them? It would halve the travel time and leave them fresh for fighting."
Hours later, having routed out his senior officer Kange (on whom he had conferred the Terran rank of Major) and helped to prepare for an early march, Salazar, back in his quarters, told Kara:
"Now the outcome is in the hands of the ancestral spirits or something. Boy, if she picked General Shta because Jidsho was too conservative, Jidsho must be a real Neanderthal!"
Kara protested: "My anthropology professor insisted that the Neanderthals were a much-maligned race. Are you still planning to drop me off at Tuui with the Rangers?"
"Yep. One of us must be with the frontier force to relay the messages."
"Good heavens, Keith!" she exclaimed. "How can I manage? I couldn't command your companies. My Kookish isn't good enough even to pass the word to our thick-headed Jidsho. Why don't you stay with the Rangers and send me on to Shongosi?"
"And put you out front like Uriah the Hittite? Don't be silly! You'd be no better off among a lot of strange Kooks. I'll leave my phrase book with you, and Uwangi to help with language drill. I shall be safer among the Shongorin than on the crime-ridden streets of Terra!"
XI – THE PIT
Upon reaching Tuui, Salazar and Kara rode towards the huge headquarters tent, followed by their two Kook helpers and a string of eleven snorting, smoking trucks, crammed with Rangers and their gear. As they neared the main entrance, lines of musketeers shouted: "Hail, Terrans!" and presented arms in the Kukulcanian manner, turning their weapons muzzle down.
Other soldiers ran forward to hold the jutens' lead straps while the Terrans and Salazar's deputy, "Major" Kange, dismounted. An officer saluted and said: "Follow me."
He led them to the main tent, which loomed above them, its bulbous arms resembling a fat starfish. A Kook identified by his painted insignia as General Jidsho received them with un-Kookish effusiveness:
"Ah, Terrans who come from across the nighted gulfs of space to save us from the bloodstained nomads, thrice welcome! May you lead tranquil lives! Major Kange, return to your command, whilst we discuss the impeding campaign. My troops will assist you in promptly quartering your men."
When Kange had departed, Jidsho continued: "In your honor we have prepared our best food and drink to refresh you after your toilsome journey. We have imported from Henderson a human being who, having worked for Terrans, can cook in the alien fashion. Follow me, please."
As they trailed through the curtain that divided the main part of the tent from one of the starfish arms, Salazar muttered in English:
"Curiouser and curiouser! Upper-caste Kooks lose face if they eat with a Terran."
"Maybe they'll just watch us eat," Kara whispered.
As Salazar let the canvas flap fall behind them, he saw that he was in an elongated sub-tent at right angles to the axis of the main accommodation, and nine or ten meters high. Midway between the two poles was a circular pit a meter deep and seven or eight meters in diameter. In the center of the pit rose a post somewhat higher than a man.
"Now what?" murmured Salazar. "I don't see any sign of a buffet—"
At that instant, Kooks on both sides of the Terrans seized their arms in scaly, steel-muscled hands. Kara screamed.
"Hey!" shouted Salazar, resisting. "What the hell—" Kooks swiftly relieved Salazar of his rifle, pistol, and sheath knife. Others took Kara's small pistol.
General Jidsho stepped before them, his neck spines rippling satisfaction, saying:
"You clever aliens intended, by pretending to aid us against the Choshas, to seize the rule of our Empire? But we are not so stupid as you thought!"
"Whatever makes you think that?" retorted Salazar hotly. "If this be the treatment you accord those who come to help you—"
From a pouch, Jidsho drew a roll of native paper. "This letter arrived by courier from General Shta. It gives the particulars of your plot; you plan not to march against the Choshas but to slay me and my subordinates, seize command of the frontier force, lead it back to Machura, overthrow the Empress, and make yourselves rulers! You would destroy our venerable traditions and noble principles! You have already begun your subversion by wheeling soldiers about the land in trucks, instead of marching them about as warriors have always marched. You wish to soften them to the point of uselessness."
Privately, Salazar though the Kooks were right to fear the expansionist tendencies on the part of the Terrans on Kukulcan; but under present circumstances he could not admit this to Jidsho. He said:
"That is a fantastic fabrication. Will Your Gallantry hear the true story?"
"We shall give you your say ere you pay the penalty of treason." Jidsho snapped a clawed finger. "Tie their hands behind them and fetch a brace of stools. These feeble aliens cannot stand for long without extreme distress."
When this had been done, Jidsho stood towering over the Terrans. "Very well, now speak!"
"Do you know the work I have been doing at Nomuru?" said Salazar.
"Aye, digging for treasure, albeit I am not familiar with petty rumors in Shongosi."
"My treasure is one that Your Gallantry would never recognize. I am an archaeologist, whose work is to unearth, study, and interpret the material remains of ancient cultures and to learn the lives of the people of former times."
Warming to his subject, Salazar gave an impromptu lecture on the aims of archaeology. He explained why he did not wish the Choshas to rule the site of Nomuru and told of his negotiations with the Empress. He feared that he might be boring his hearer if he went on too long; but Jidsho's neck spines showed rising interest. Salazar concluded:
"As Your Gallantry can see, so far from overthrowing your venerable customs and traditions, I strive to bring back into the light of day those that have been buried and forgotten. If I can continue my excavations, your traditions will be strengthened, amplified, and reinforced. If you doubt me, go look at the ruins of Horenso, where workers under my direction replaced fallen stones, restored half-obliterated inscriptions, and returned the city, as far as possible, to its former aspect."
When Salazar paused, Jidsho said: "General Shta also warns me that you and the female Terran propose to use some spirit-destroying electrical device in connection with your plan. That we cannot permit."