But it wasn't Jaksan who had made the hot retort. Jaksan was steeped, buried in the Patrol, in orders, in tradition-but he was not blinded or deafened by it.
"Whose orders?" asked Kartr now. "The Commander is incapacitated. Are you in command now, sir?"
He addressed Jaksan directly.
The arms officer's space-burned skin could not pale, but his face was drawn and old. His lips drew back from his teeth in an animal's snarl of rage, pain and frustration. Before he answered he stared again at the broken ship.
"This will kill Vibor-" He bit out the words one by one.
Kartr braced himself as the wild emotion of the other tore at his perceptive sense. He could still
Jaksan's pain by joining the other-by refusing to believe that the old life was ended and gone.
Perhaps the Service had warped them all, the rangers as well as the crew, perhaps they needed the reassurance of orders, of routine-even going through the forms might be an anchor now.
The sergeant saluted. "Have I your permission to prepare to abandon ship, sir?"
For a moment he tensed as Jaksan whirled upon him. But the arms officer did not reach for a blaster.
Instead his shoulders hunched, the lines in his face deepened into gashes of pain.
"Do as you please!" Then he strode away from them, behind the rocks and no one moved to follow him.
Kartr took command. "Zinga, Rolth, get out the sled and two days' supplies. Raid the main drive for fuel. Then go up and establish a base below the falls. You bring the sled back, Rolth, and we'll send along the Commander and Mirion-"
They ate an unpalatable meal of rations, and went to work. Some time later Jaksan was back among them to labor doggedly without speech. Kartr thankfully surrendered to him the responsibility of gathering the arms and the crew's supplies. The rangers kept away from the crewmen-there was plenty to do in stripping their own quarters and breaking out all the exploring gear the Starfire had ever carried. Piloted by Rolth, to whom the darkness was as bright as day, the sled made three trips during the night, taking the injured and the still unconscious Snyn as well as supplies of salvage.
A moon, a single one, rose to hang in the night sky. They were glad of its light to eke out the short line of their small portable lamps. They worked, with brief periods of rest, until the gray of dawn made a rim about the desert. It was in that last hour of labor that Jaksan made the most promising find.
He had crawled alone into the crushed drive room and then shouted loud enough to bring them, numb with fatigue, hurrying to him.
Fuel-a whole extra tube of cubes! They stared round-eyed as the arms officer dragged it out into the passageway.
"Save it," Jaksan panted. "We may need the use of the sled badly later-"
Kartr, remembering the height of the falls cliffs, nodded.
So it was, that in spite of their find, when Rolth came back the next time they loaded the tube on the sled but gave him orders not to return. They would eat, sleep away the heat of the coming day, and make the trip on foot, packing their personal possessions on their backs.
The sun was shining when they gathered together in a little group by the rocks. And a blue-black shadow cast by the wrecked ship fell on three mounds in the sand. Jaksan read with parched lips and a stumbling tongue the old words of the Service farewell. They would erect no monument-until the years wore her remains into red dust the Starfire would mount guard above her crewmen.
After that they slept soddenly, for the last time, in the stripped ship. Fylh shook Kartr awake after what seemed only a moment's rest-but it was close to sunset. The sergeant choked down dry scraps of ration with the others. Then together, without much talk, they settled their packs and set out across the wedge of desert, steering by rock formations Kartr had noted the day before.
It was soon night again, lighted by a full moon, and they did not turn on the hand lamps. Which was just as well, thought the sergeant grimly, as there was no hope of ever renewing the fire units in those.
Since they were not trying to follow the river, but cutting cross country by the route the sled had followed on its first return, they came out on that smooth section of roadway. Kartr called it to
Jaksan's attention.
"Road!" For the first time the arms officer was lifted out of his depression. He went down on his knees to pass his hands over the ancient blocks, snapping on his torch to see the better. "Not much of it showing. It must have been here a long, long time. Could you trace it-?"
"With the tailer on the sled, yes. But with fuel so low-would it be worth it?"
Jaksan got wearily to his feet again. "I don't know. We can keep that in mind. It could be a lead, but I don't know-" He lapsed into a deep study as they moved on but at the next halt he spoke with some of his old fire. "Dalgre, what was that process you told me about-the one for adapting disruptor shells for power?"
His assistant armsman looked up eagerly.
"It is-" Within three words he had plunged into a flood of technicalities which left the rangers as far behind as if he were speaking some tongue from another galaxy. The Starfire might have lacked a mech-techneer, but Jaksan was an expert in his field and he had seen that his juniors knew more than just the bare essentials of their craft. Dalgre was still pouring out his explanation when they moved on and the arms officer walked beside him listening, now and then shooting a question which set the younger man's tongue to racing again.
They did not make the lift up the cliff to the plains country at once. Mirion died three days later, to be buried in a small clearing between two of the tall pointed trees. Fylh and Zinga rolled a sizable boulder from the river's edge and Rolth used a palm disrupter as lightly as a color brush to etch into its side the name, home world, and the rank of that thin wasted body they had laid to rest there.
Vibor never spoke. He ate mechanically, or rather chewed and swallowed what Jaksan or Smitt put into his mouth. He slept most of the time and showed no interest in what went on about him. The old division between rangers and crew, between the regulars and the less strictly disciplined specialists, was slowly closing as they worked together, hunted together, ate of unfamiliar flesh, nuts and berries.
So far their immunity shots continued to work-or else they had not sampled anything poisonous.
The morning after Mirion's burial Kartr suggested that they go up into the more hospitable country behind the falls. Jaksan raised no objection and they lifted their supplies via the sled to a point about a mile up and farther ahead of their first base. From there Fylh took the sled with Vibor and Jaksan as passengers toward the promise of open country, while the others cached such equipment as they could not pack and started to follow overland.
Zinga splashed first through the flood pools along the rocky shore of the river-the leader because he had two hands to Kartr's one. The sergeant followed behind with Dalgre, Snyn, and Smitt strung out in his wake and Rolth bringing up the rear to discourage straggling. There was a sweetness in the morning air. It was chill enough to prickle the flesh, but it bore with it scents which promised and pleased. Kartr lifted his head to the touch of the wind, drawing it deeply into his lungs. The smog of the Starfire was very far in the past. He discovered that he had few regrets for its loss. What if they were exiled here for life-just to find such a world was luck enough!
He sent out his sense of perception, blanking out the touches of those about him-trying to make contact with a native life. A reddish animal with a pouf of tail escorted them for a space, traveling high in tree limbs, making a chattering noise. It was only curious-curious and totally unafraid.
A bird-or maybe it was some form of insect-sailed through the air, coasting on wings which were brilliant patches of color. Then another animal trotted out of concealment perhaps a hundred feet ahead of their line of march. It was large-almost as formidable in size as the brown-coated fisher they had seen on their first day. But this one's fur was a tawny yellow-brown and it moved shadowsilent, slipping across the rocks with su
rety and arrogance. It crouched, belly close to the gray stone, and watched them through slitted eyes. The tip of its tail twitched. Zinga stopped to allow Kartr to join him.
Arrogance-arrogance and curiosity-and the faint stirrings of hunger, no thread of fear or wariness.
The beast was beginning to consider them as food-
Kartr studied it, saw the muscles ripple under the thick fur as it moved slowly forward. It was beautiful-so wonderful in its wild freedom that he wanted to know more of it. He made contact, felt his way into that alien brain.
The hunger was there, but at his touch it began to submerge-the curiosity was stronger. It sat up, front limbs straight, haunches tucked in. Only the twitching tail tip betrayed its slight unease.
Without turning his head Kartr gave an order. "March to the left a bit-angle around the rock there. It will not attack us now-"
"Why don't you just blast it?" demanded Snyn querulously. "All this stupid `don't kill this-don't kill that'! That thing's only an animal after all-"
"Shut up!" Smitt gave the crewman a slight push to set him going. "Don't try to teach a ranger his business. Remember, if they hadn't made contact with those purple jelly flying things we wouldn't have come through the Greenie attack-those devils would have wiped us out without warning."
Snyn grunted, but he turned to the left. Smitt, Dalgre and Rolth followed-Zinga went last of all.
Kartr remained until the last of the party had passed the forest beast. It yawned abruptly, displaying wicked fangs. Then, almost sleepy-eyed, it sat there, statue still, to watch them out of sight. Kartr brought up the rear. The creature was in two minds about following them. Curiosity pulled it after the travelers, hunger suggested the more immediate employment of hunting. And, at last, hunger won, the sergeant's contact faded as the animal slipped back into the woodland, away from their path.
But the meeting left Kartr both puzzled and faintly disturbed. He had made contact easily enough-had been able to impress the animal properly with the idea that they were not food and that they meant no harm. But he had been totally unsuccessful in his attempt to establish any closer relationship. Here was certainly nothing like the purple jelly thing, nothing which could be counted upon to render aid to man. The forest animal had a wild and fierce independence which refused the command of his will. If all the natives of this world were so conditioned it would leave the handful of shipwrecked survivors just that much more isolated and alone.
Man, or at least some type of superior life form had once lived here. They had been here a long time and in some numbers-or that road would not run through the edge of wastelands. And yet no living creature he had so far encountered had any memory, or even an instinctive fear, of man. How long had the race who built that road been gone-where had they gone-and why? He longed to take off with the sled and the tailer and run along the road which could never be buried so deeply that the pointer could not betray it-run along it to the city which must lie somewhere near its end or beginning.
Cities-cities were mostly found along the edges of continental land masses where there were opportunities of sea travel-or in strategic points by river beds. There were seas on this planet-he mourned again in silence the crushing of the pilot's recorder which had rendered useless the notations made as they had come in to that fatal landing. Maybe if they struck due east now-or west-they would come out upon the sea coast. Only which way-east or west? He had had only one fleeting glimpse at the ship's viewplate and it had appeared that the land mass they had set down upon had been a very large one. They might be hundreds of planet miles from either coast. Would even that road be the right guide?
Once they had a good base established he was going, Kartr promised himself, to get to the bottom of the fuel source Dalgre and Jaksan had been talking about. With the sled repowered they could explore much farther than they could hope to do on foot. And with the road as a beginning-
Rolth had come to a full stop and was looking back.
"You are happy?"
Kartr realized that he had been humming.
"I was thinking about that road-of following it-"
"Yes-it sticks in one's mind-that road. But what good would it be to us? Do you honestly believe that we shall find man-or even man's distant kindred-at the end of it?"
"I don't know-"
"That, of course"-Rolth wriggled his shoulders to settle his pack the better-"is my true answer.
What we do not know, we must find out- It is that urge to go and see what lies beyond the hills which brought us into the rangers. We are conditioned to such searching. I must admit that I would relish such an expedition much more than I do this crawling from place to place through a wilderness, bending under burdens as if I were a draft pfph from the outer islands of Falthar!"
It took them almost two full days of tramping to reach the camp Fylh and Jaksan had made. But once there they found waiting them shelters constructed from tree branches, a fire going to light them in through the dusk of evening, and the savor of roasting meat to turn their tired shuffle into strides again.
A shelf of rock ran down smoothly into the shallows of the stream, offering a natural landing place for the sled. At the back of this was piled the material ferried up the river. Jaksan had located some wild grain, fully ripe, and some sourish fruit from trees growing at the edge of the woods. A man would have no difficulty living off the land here, Kartr decided. He wondered about the seasons-whether there was any great change between them during the years. Not to know-not to have any guides!
Seasons had not mattered when they were only visitors in a strange world-but now- There was so much they should know-and would have to learn by the hard way of experience.
He stretched out by the fire, trying to list all that should be done-so deep in his thought that he was honestly startled when Rolth touched his shoulder. The night world was Rolth's and he was alive with it as were the beasts now prowling beyond the circle of the firelight.
"Come!" The urgency in that one whispered word got Kartr to his feet. He gave a quick glance about the fire. The rest were in their bedrolls, asleep, or putting on a good show of being so. The sergeant crept out of the light, not setting his full foot to the ground until he reached the shadows.
"What-?" But he did not get to complete that question. Rolth's hand was on his arm and the fingers pressed into his flesh as a warning.
Then those fingers slipped down until they tightened about his and Rolth drew him on into the full dark.
They were going up a slope which steepened as they advanced. The trees thinned out and vanished, leaving them in the moonlit open. On the crown of the hill the Faltharian pulled the sergeant around to face north.
"Wait!" Rolth ordered tersely. "Watch the sky!"
Kartr blinked into the curtain of the night. It was a clear one, stars made familiar and unfamiliar patterns across the sky. He remembered other suns and the myriad worlds they nourished.
Across the horizon from left to right swept a yellow-white beam, reaching from some point on the earth ahead far into the heavens. It took three seconds for it to complete the full sweep. Kartr counted.
Sixty seconds later it leaped into sight once more, moving in the same course. A beacon!
"How long-?"
"I saw it first an hour ago. It is very regular."
"It must be a beacon, a marker-but for whom-run by whom-?"
"Must it be run by anyone?" asked Rolth thoughtfully. "Remember Tantor-"
Tantor, the sealed city. Its inhabitants had been overwhelmed by a ghastly plague two centuries ago.
Yes, he recalled Tantor well. Once he had flown above the vast bubble which enclosed it in an eternal prison for the safety of the galaxy, and had watched the ancient machines going about their business below, running a city in which no living thing walked or ever would walk again. Tantor had had its beacons too, and its appeals for help streaming into the skies mechanically long after the hands which had set them going had been dust. Behind those hills ahea
d might well rest another Tantor-it would explain the puzzle of a fair but deserted world.
"Ask Jaksan to come," Kartr said at last. "But do not arouse the others."
Rolth disappeared and the sergeant stood alone, watching the light sweep across the sky in its timed sequence. Was the machine which cast that tended or untended? Was that some signal for help, a help long since unneeded? Was it a guide set for a ship from the stars which had never arrived?
He heard the roll of loose gravel started by an impatient foot. The arms officer was on his way.
"What is it?" Jaksan demanded impatiently a moment later.
Kartr did not turn around. "Look due north," he ordered. "See that!"
The beam made the arc across the horizon. Kartr heard a gasp which was almost a cry.
"It must be a signal of some sort," the sergeant continued. "And I would judge mechanically broadcast-"