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  THE TWO THOUSAND CENTURIES:

  [The Era of the Federation—62,339-129,999]

  FUGITIVES OF THE STARS

  By

  EDMOND HAMILTON

  ISBN 978-1-60089-016-1

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  CHAPTER I

  TO FALL with a soundless scream through an empty chaos of contending forces, to be riven right out of your own dimensions and hurled quaking through alien continua ... that was how it was, if you looked at it one way.

  But not, thought Horne, if you looked at it his way. It was a voyage through enchanted isles on the shores of the universe, through the great lamps of foreign suns, where pale planets rose up in colored sunlight like mysterious new Hesperides, and dropped behind you, and you went on and on, mystery into mystery.

  "The trouble with me,” he thought wryly, “is that I've still got a little of the romantic fourteen-year-old in me."

  He was a long way from being a boy in a Connecticut city who had dreamed of stars. Eighteen years of time and a hundred-odd light-years of space. A long way, but he still got a bit of the old thrill when he looked out ahead through the pilot room windows. And this was nice, not only for his own sake but because he could share the thrill with Vinson, the young Second Pilot, who was making his first trip out here. Vinson spent most of his time staring out the windows as though he wanted to absorb into himself, everything that he saw, so that he might keep it forever, unchanged.

  The windows were not really windows. In a ship going many times faster than light by cross-cutting through dimensions, all you would see was a twisted blur. A ship's eyes were radar instruments of fantastic speed and scope, but human and near-human people had their psychological limitations, and it had been found that pilots functioned better when they could see with their physical eyes a summation of radar's information presented on window-like screens.

  Horne looked out at beauty and danger. This was the Fringe, where not many star-ships ever went. These swarms of high-piled suns, smoky red and pallid green, cruel white and warm, beckoning orange, lured and glittered like fabled islands. But they could lure to destruction. There were very few radar beacons or navigation aids out here, for this was far outside the vast network of the Federation. This was the coast of the galaxy, and if you went much farther you found yourself out in the black emptiness that-ran all the way to Andromeda.

  Horne said to Denman, the third man in the pilot room, “Five, six times I've piloted through the Fringe, and I've never seen anything of all these wild worlds, but a few landing-fields for a few hours. I envy you."

  "Don't,” said Denman. He was a small, graying man, with a worried expression that had got more pronounced all the way. Not being ship's crew, he had no right to be in the pilot-room of the Vega Queen. But he was Federation personnel, and Captain Wasek had given him full freedom of the ship—

  "Don't what?” said Horne.

  "Don't envy me. The Fringe may look like adventure and romance to you. What it really is, is headache. To me, and to the Federation."

  Vinson said knowledgeably, “I should think it would be. I mean, these primitive worlds don't belong to the Federation. Yet they depend on it for protection against invasion, that kind of thing. They're so far away and there's so much red tape about sovereignty and observers and so on...

  "Well,” said Denman, feigning astonishment, “the little rascal has been reading! Exactly right, my boy. Only you don't know the half of it, not till you've been through it as an observer.” After a moment he added gloomily, “Three months on Allamar Two, observing. I hope I'm still there when the next ship stops to pick me up."

  Horne was a little shocked. “I thought the humanoids on nearly all these worlds were friendly."

  Denman nodded. “They were. Whether they still are is doubtful. Something's going on out here. That's why I was sent here. Trouble in the Fringe? Need an observer? Send Denman. He's expendable."

  As though regretting his little outburst, Denman shut his mouth up tight. He continued to look sourly at the window picturing the red spark of Binnoth, the twin golden suns of Vira, and, much nearer and brighter, the blue-white flare of Allamar.

  "But,” said Vinson, staring curiously now at Denman, “they must have asked for you on Allamar Two, or the Federation Council wouldn't have sent you."

  "Oh, they asked,” said Denman absently. “Or some of them did. But they could change their minds. And it wasn't entirely the natives of Allamar I was thinking about..."

  His voice trailed off. Vinson continued to stare at him.

  Horne said, “Time to check the board."

  Vinson jerked a glance at the chrono and jumped up. “Sorry.” He went to the navigation-board. Out in deep space, a ship flew itself by its own cybernetic controls. But even electronic brains had been known to slip a cog, and it required the human pilot to watch for the alarm-lights that would show such a lapse. Vinson bent over it, a tall wide-shouldered boy in immaculate uniform, full of pride at being Second Pilot on a Federation packet, full of youth and wonder and excitement. He was also full of ability, and Horne forgot about the navigation-board. He turned to Denman.

  "I'm not pumping for information he began.

  "Meaning, you are,” said Denman.

  Horne grinned. “All right, then, I am, but feel free to slap me down if I'm out of line. This trouble in the Fringe ... has it any relation to all the stuff you were asking me, about possible unauthorized ships poking about out here?"

  Denman nodded. “It has.” Horne thought that was all he was going to say but after a moment he addled, “You're bound to hear it at Allamar or some other stop, so I might as well tell you. Unauthorized ships have indeed been prowling about the Fringe. Slavers."

  For a moment, Horne didn't get it, the idea was so outlandish. Over by the navigation-board, Vinson's dark head had snapped erect.

  Horne said, “Slavers? You mean, raiding for humanoid slaves...?"

  "Yes. Why anyone would want the poor devils, even for cheap labor, I don't know. But the complaints have been filtering through. So, send Denman to look into it."

  Horne shook his head, incredulous. “In this day and age...?"

  Vinson came back from the board. “But that,” he said, “is against every law there is! The Federation has cruisers. Why don't they patrol the Fringe and break it up?” As an afterthought he turned and said to Horne, “Board checked out, sir. A-OK."

  Denman said, “You're not thinking, boy. Cruisers on extended patrol have got to have bases within reach on civilized worlds able to handle all the problems of supply and maintenance. There are very few civilized worlds out here, and not one of them has chosen to join the Federation."

  Vinson nodded.
“So, no bases, no patrols. I see."

  Denman looked bitterly at an orange-yellow star shining out in the farther distance of the Fringe, and added, “Skereth would be the key to the whole Fringe, if we had it in the Federation. But it isn't. They've held off joining; they've argued; they've demurred. So instead of a decent force capable of going out and dealing with such a situation, we have to send an under-official out to ‘investigate.’ That's me."

  Horne began to understand why Denman was so sour. He said, “We're stopping to pick up passengers at Skereth, on the way back. I've heard..."

  "I know,” said Denman cynically, “I've heard the same thing. Special envoys going to Vega to talk about Skereth entering the Federation. Fine and dandy. I hope they do! But it won't do me any good. All the preliminary talks, and the ratification red-tape, and the time required to build a base and get it operating...” He shook his head. “For the next two years, at least, I'll still be hitch-hiking on tramp freighters from one Fringe world to another—that is, if I'm alive to hitch."

  "You're thinking of the slavers,” Horne said.

  "They wouldn't be anxious to have me get back home, do you think? No. And of course the humanoids are always an uncertain quantity ... most living things are, especially if they've been frightened or hurt.” Denman sighed and looked at the diamond-clear flame that was Allamar. “I wish,” he said, “that I was a drinking man."

  Later, lying in the dark cabin in his bunk, listening to the deep faint throbbing of the drives and feeling the fabric of the ship around him like an extension of his own flesh, Horne thought that Denman was taking the whole thing too big. He was a lonely man, obviously, far from what home and family he might have, and, just as obviously, he carried something of a grudge against his superiors, with all this talk of Denman being expendable and always getting the dirty jobs. Horne thought he was dramatizing the situation, both its importance and its danger, in order to dramatize himself.

  Later still, when he came trundling down the beam of the automatic beacon to land on the single primitive field of Allamar Two, he was not so sure.

  Horne had landed at Allamar once before, some five years ago. He remembered how it had been then, a festive occasion with much drumming and squealing of outlandish instruments, much waving of banners made out of feathers and bright leaves, and all-night sessions of solemn drinking after the business of trade was finished.

  This time there were neither music nor banners. The Yoga Queen settled down in a totally deserted field. After the smoke and dust cleared away and the gangway was run out, Horne and Captain Wasek and the Third Officer went down with Denman to stand in the clear sunlight. A brisk cool breeze went by with a smell of distant snowfields in it, and there was nobody at all to meet them.

  Then Horne pointed toward the forest edge that hemmed the landing-field.

  The people of Allamar Two were a tall race, averaging nine feet or so for the adult men, very powerful in build, richly furred from crown to toe in varying shades of brown. They had huge eyes that reflected their gentle and rather solemn natures, and a turn of feature that gave them a permanent expression of mild dejection, lightened only occasionally, even at festival times, by a smile.

  This time, now, they stood ranked in the shelter of the trees with weapons in their hands, primitive things made clumsily of wood and stone, for they were a peaceable folk. There were no women or children that Horne could see, only able-bodied men. They stood looking at the ship with an air of desperate incompetence that made Horne want to laugh, only it was not in the least funny.

  Denman said, “You see?"

  He began to walk toward the trees, his hands held up with the palms forward. He called out to the people, not in lingua franca but in their own tongue, which Horne did not understand. They answered him, and he stopped, and presently a group of five men came out from the trees to meet him. From their dress and ornaments Horne knew that these were chiefs. They talked with Denman, and after a time all six of them turned and came back toward the ship. Then the chiefs stopped and would come no farther.

  Denman came all the way and picked up his bag. “They don't trust anybody any more,” he said to Wasek. “Will you come and speak to them? It might make things easier the next time a Federation ship wants to land here."

  Wasek went back with Denman and talked to the chiefs in the lingua franca. The talking did not last long. Wasek shook hands with Denman and returned to the ship. Looking tiny and forlorn amid the massive shaggy shapes, Denman went the other way, toward the forest.

  Wasek shook his head. “Something has them all upset. I didn't really believe that talk about slavers, but now I'm beginning to."

  Horne looked after Denman. “I hope he'll be all right. I certainly don't envy his job here."

  He was worried about Denman. He was so worried that he felt guilty at the thought of leaving him and going on to the stopover at Skereth and the pleasant fleshpots there that awaited them before the return voyage.

  He spoke of this to Vinson, and later he would remember that when he spoke, he had not the slightest premonitory prickle down his spine.

  CHAPTER II

  ON SKERETH, once in a lifetime a man may see the sun or catch a glimpse of the stars. Otherwise he lives beneath a wall of eternal cloud and takes the universe beyond on faith. Some people said that that peculiarity of nature explained the whole psychology of Skereth.

  But, in the port city of Skambar, there was no need either of the stars or the single unseen moon to light the long nights. The glare of neons did that job with eye-searing efficiency. Skambar was a new city, grown up all haphazard around the big modern spaceport that served Skereth's lively interstellar trade among the Fringe worlds. There were blocks of tall new buildings set on fine straight streets, and then suddenly you were past them into a jumble of plastic shacks and jerry-built rooming houses, bars and shops and more bars and dubious-looking places with shuttered windows, gambling dens and still more bars, the whole mass of it shrieking with red and blue and green and yellow light. These lesser streets were narrow and inclined to wander furtively. By daylight, under the tawny blaze of the sky they looked cheap, frowsy and unclean. By night, while not exactly a fairyland, they were attractive enough to men who had been a long time in space.

  Vinson was finding it delightful. Horne had been at some pains to take him to the better places he had found when he was here before. There were girls, quite human girls because the dominant people of Skereth were quite human, and some of the girls had cried out, “Jim! Jim!” and been glad to see him, which made Horne feel pleasantly experienced, so that he swaggered just a little before Vinson's admiring gaze. The girls were glad to have drinks bought for them, and they made much of Vinson, and altogether it looked as though it was going to be a good evening.

  "Remember,” he said dryly to Vinson, “that the nights here are as long as three of ours, so space yourself. That palegreen stuff will have you flat on your ear."

  "It tastes like soda-pop,” Vinson said.

  "It pops, all right. Like the top of your head off.” Horne lay back on the shoddy cushions that were provided for sitting, finding his head most pleasurably propped against something soft and warm. The room was big, with a low ceiling and no windows. Inside here the light was soft and dim, the warm air murmurous with voices and laughter. Horne thought fleetingly of Denman out on Allamar Two, crouched in some dismal village with his charges hunkered around him like so many unhappy Saint Bernards. He shook his head, and once again he felt a faint twinge of guiltiness.

  The food, placed on tiny tables islanded among the cushions, was very good, and the girls were friendly, and presently the lights dimmed even more, except for one pale shaft in the middle of the room, and, a girl appeared in it carrying a curious basket woven of rushes. She was not a human. Her beauty was faintly shocking at first, and Horne heard Vinson draw his breath in sharply. The girl bent her silvery head over the basket and opened it, and then she began to dance.

  Golde
n globes of light no bigger than might be circled by a thumb and finger floated up out of the basket and joined in her dancing.

  Her body was slender and glinty and pliant as mist. It drifted and swayed in the single shaft of light, and the golden globes swirled around her, making a game out of the dancing, swooping with a rush like bursting bubbles up the slim curve of her flank, evading her hands as she laughed and caught at them, clothing her in veils of soft radiance and then whipping free in a kind of comet's tail to follow shining behind her head. At the last she lifted up her arms and all the shining globes were gathered into them, and she let them fall in a glittering cascade back into the rush basket, and closed the lid, and all the lights went out. When they came back on again the girl and her basket were gone.

  In the midst of the applause, Horne saw that two young men had come up and were standing close by, looking down at him and Vinson.

  They were natives of Skereth, with the light hair and clean-cut features of their race. They were little more than youngsters ... students, Horne thought, out for an evening of glamor and excitement among the wild life of Skambar. They were staring with great interest at his and Vinson's shoulder patches with the insigne of the interlocking suns on them.

  "You're off the Federation packet, aren't you?” one of them asked, and Horne nodded. They both smiled, and the other one said, “May we buy you a drink?"

  Horne said that was an invitation he couldn't refuse, and he and Vinson and the girls rearranged themselves on the cushions so that there was room for them to sit down.

  They wanted to talk about space and spacemen. They were starry-eyed about it, but they also wanted to know how much it paid and what conditions were like on the Federation ships. After a while Vinson said, “But you people aren't in the Federation."

  "We're going to be in it,” said one of the boys. “And soon. Morivenn's going to Vega in your ship. We thought you knew that."

  "Outside of our department,” Horne said, “which is navigation, we don't know anything."

 

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