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Dyann ended her harangue and the racket of metal and voices shook the
surrounding walls. After that there were long-winded arguments which
sometimes degenerated into fist fights, until Ray himself dropped off
to sleep.
He was shaken awake by Dyann and looked blearily around him. Dawn was
streaking the horizon with cold colorless light, and the mob was slowly
and noisily dispersing. He groaned as he stretched his stiffened body
and tried to brush the dew off his clothes.
"The natural life--Hah!" he said miserably, and sneezed.
"It has been decided," cried the girl. She was still as fresh as the
morning, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes ablaze. "They agreed at
last, and now the var-vord goes over the land and envoys are bound for
Almarro and Kurin to get allies. How soon can ve leave, Ray?"
"Leave?" he asked stupidly. "Leave for where?"
"Vy, for Yupiter, of course!"
"Huh?"
"You are tired, my little bird. Come vith me, and ve shall rest in the
castle."
Ray groaned again.
* * * * *
How do you equip an army of barbarians still in the early Iron Age to
cross four and a third light-years of space?
A preliminary question, perhaps is, Do you want to?
Ray emphatically didn't, but he had very little choice in the matter.
He was soon given forcibly to understand that men kept their place and
did as they were commanded.
He went to Urushkidan and poured out his sorrows. The Martian, after an
abortive attempt to steal the spaceship and sneak home, had been given
a room in one of the castle towers and was covering large sheets of
local parchment with equations. This place, thought Ray, has octopuses
in the belfry.
"They want to go to Jupiter and fight the Jovians," he said.
"What of it?" asked Urushkidan, lighting his pipe. He had found that
dried bark could be smoked. "Tey may eben succeed. Primitibes habe
often obercome more adbanced and better armed hosts. Read te history of
Eart sometime."
"But they'll take us along."
"Oh. Oh-oh! Tat is different." The Martian riffled through his papers.
"Let me see, I tink Equations 549 trough 627 indicate--yes, here we
are. It is possible to project te same type of dribing beam as we
use in te faster-tan-light engine so as to impart a desired belocity
bector to external objects. Toward or away from you. Or--look here,
differentiation of tis equation shows it would be equally simple to
break intranuclear bonds by trowing only a certain type of particle
into te pseudo-condition. Te atom would ten feed on its own energy."
Ray looked at him in awe. "You," he whispered, "have just invented the
tractor beam, the pressor beam, the disintegrator, and the all-purpose,
all-fuel atomic motor."
"I habe? Is tere money in tem?"
Ray went to work.
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