Part 4 (1/2)

The feline pushed down a k.n.o.bbed lever and the steel clamps slid from Dollard's trussed form. His relief matched only by his quickened awareness of the need for caution in dealing further with his rescuers, Dollard took advantage of his release to stretch his aching muscles.

Standing erect caused him a moment's dizziness, which he could not account for until he recalled that the alcohol he had drunk thousands (or was it millions?) of years previously still remained in his bloodstream.

Although the interior of the Tegurian s.h.i.+p was suffocatingly warm, yet Dollard felt the lack of clothing with what amounted to discomfort. He described his feeling to s.h.i.+r K'han who told him his apparel had also been found in the circling s.p.a.ce yacht. Equally well-preserved by the cold of interplanetary s.p.a.ce, the clothes would be brought to him immediately.

After garbing himself, Dollard strolled about the Tegurian vessel. Its alien constructure seemed to defy all the architectural principles familiar to a human's primate mind. Catwalks, especially, lived up fully to their name, appearing as mere unsupported ribbons that stretched across banks of throbbing molecular engines. Mechanics traversed these walks over fuel pits with graceful skill, despite the lack of handholds. Everywhere, Dollard noticed that members of the crew, when relieved of their tasks, immediately dropped off to slumber without need of intervening recreation.

Slightly less than six hours after he was awakened, Edwin Dollard heard whistles scream through the length of the vessel announcing planetfall would take place in only a few minutes.

s.h.i.+r K'han padded up to his side and informed him that he would have to rest in a padded cell while the landing took place. The muscles of his human body would not be up to the shock of deceleration--a magnified strain to which feline muscles had long been accustomed.

Dollard obeyed. By now he was weary of his confinement aboard. He was anxious to get aground where he should meet the true leaders of Tegur.

He could impress _them_ with his superior abilities. Of course, it would seem strange to find Terra ruled by another species, but after all that was a contingency he had fully considered when he voluntarily undertook the deepfreeze. Little by little, the first shock of encountering an alien culture seemed to be wearing off--yet he knew there were still many mind-twisting problems to face.

Shortly after he had braced himself against the sponge-lined bulkheads, a great shock travelled transversely through the s.h.i.+p, followed by a dozen or more lesser shudders. Metal groaned and creaked all about him, and the room temperature noticeably increased.

Left to himself, Dollard immediately began to formulate new plans.

Searching his garments, he was relieved to find a pocket still contained the bag of glittering Syrtis diamonds with which he had hoped long ago to bribe Venusian officials. The gems might prove equally useful now in cementing his position with the Tegurians. He was angered however to find his flame pistols and stunner had been taken away from him.

He decided that immediately after his presentation to the leaders, he would ask for the privilege of inspecting their factories and other technological facilities. There had never been erected an industrial plant yet, whose efficiency couldn't in some way be improved, Dollard knew.

By making himself practicably useful, Dollard knew that in time he could build up a personal organization that eventually would result in the acquisition of a new financial empire.

All of course hinged upon the very vital conference with the upper echelon of Tegurian rulers.

But, at least it could be said that Edwin Dollard had proved himself capable of dealing with fortune on its toughest terms. Now, he was in the home stretch of his new career.

Seconds after, the Tegurian s.h.i.+p landed with a thunderous jolt. The engine throb died away and silence reigned along the corridors.

Dollard found his breath painfully short as renewed anxiety gripped him. This was the crucial moment.

A panel slid open and s.h.i.+r K'han appeared. ”Come,” he said. ”The leaders have been notified and are waiting at the banquet hall.”

”Splendid,” said Dollard, rubbing his hands together. ”If things work out to advantage for me, I'll remember you, s.h.i.+r K'han.”

The Tegurian's yellow eyes blinked as if he had not heard.

Outside, Dollard's lungs expanded to draw in deep gulps of the luxuriant tropical air that characterized a warmer Terra. At a considerable distance from the nearly deserted s.p.a.ceport, he saw that a brilliant city of high towers capped by narrow gla.s.s spires raised its s.h.i.+ning structures to the sky. The sharp-pointed buildings could be seen to be interlaced with countless spidery cables and glistening bridges.

For Dollard's observing eyes, the vista of the metropolis evoked--by some indefinable ancient suggestiveness--a buried Terran memory of a giant banyan tree pierced by lean striped bamboos.

”Bengul, our capital,” s.h.i.+r K'han told him. ”This way, now.” He pointed to a waiting air vehicle on the lonely drome. ”In there--and you'll only have five more minutes.” The feline nostrils wrinkled.

”Five more minutes?” said Dollard. ”Aren't you going?”

”No, I wasn't invited.”

”I'm to go alone?”

”Yes,” s.h.i.+r K'han replied. The prolonged effort of speaking in a strange tongue was reflected in his increasingly roughened tones.