II

An hour and twenty minutes later the fifteen unit fleet was hovering

high over the Canadian Rockies, zone three, sector five. At the

Admiral's direction Savage examined the mountain below through the

electronic scanners. Although he knew there was no one left in the

hidden cavern below him it was an effort to point it out, it had been

his home for a long time.

The Admiral barked co-ordinates into the microphone and then barked

an order. One ship detached itself from the formation and dived

toward the hidden entrance of the cavern, its heat guns burning great

swaths through trees and brush. It made a second pass and antiquated

anti-aircraft guns opened up, tearing the air futilely.

Savage barely suppressed a start of surprise before remembering that

the guns were automatic-radar controlled.

The Admiral roared into the microphone again: "Squadron three cover,

one and two land and deploy for attack. Remember, I want prisoners."

As the ships descended the anti-aircraft guns opened up again from

their now revealed turrets and as they fired the Trygonian guns blasted

them into so much molten scrap. Finally they were completely silenced

and the attack ships landed and the soldiers deployed. They were almost

to the entrance and Savage was beginning to wonder what had happened to

the trips, when an Atomic blast took away the side of the mountain.

The troops and five Trygonian ships went with it.

The Admiral had had within his grasp a stronghold of the resistance

and he had lost it. It could be argued that the loss could not have

been avoided, but in his service such an argument was not admissible. A

full report was sent to Trygon II and both the Admiral and Choon were

recalled.

The three ships which first found Terra had been equipped with ordinary

Space Drive and had been in space for more than eighteen years. Lacking

a radio which would cover the immense distance, one of the ships had

taken a second eighteen years to make a report of the conquest. But in

the meantime both space radio and Space Warp had been achieved, and

forty-five days after the abortive attack they were on Trygon II.

They were placed under house arrest in hotel suites and two days later

the Admiral was given a swift trial. He was demoted three grades and

then given permission to retire.

Having extracted the penalty for failure from its Admiral the Supreme

Command would next turn its attention to erring Fleet captain; capture

by the enemy was bad enough, but he had given the information which had

led to serious losses. Confined in his suite he waited anxiously for

two days more without receiving word and then he received a visit from

a Captain Lin.

After identifying himself, Lin said, "You are in serious trouble with

the High Commissioner, sir, and not about your capture or the attack on

the Terran stronghold. At least, not directly. You had better sit down

while I tell you what happened."

"I will stand, thank you," Savage said coldly.

"As you wish, sir. It's hard to believe, but every file and record

concerning you for the past two years, as well as the records of the

trial have been either destroyed or rewritten. Officially, you are here

on leave. And to top it off lor-Harna was found dead this morning. The

evidence pointed to suicide, but it is believed to be murder."

"What?" exclaimed Savage and found a chair.

"The High Commissioner is blowing his jets," continued Lin with thinly

veiled excitement. "He doesn't know how it was done, but he suspects

that the Empress ordered it. If that's the case his hands are tied,

but in the meantime he'll do anything to get you.

"I have been instructed to advise you to deny everything except that

you are indeed home on leave. Incidentally, no one is to know of my

visit."

"How about the guards?" Savage asked.

Lin smiled. "I am in command of the guard detail. I must return to duty

now, but please remember that you are a person of extreme importance

and as such you must be very careful."

Before Savage could reply, Lin turned on his heel and left the room,

leaving him to ponder this sudden turn of events. How could anyone

change everything so completely, he wondered. If it was on the Empress'

order, why should she take such an interest in him? Why should Lin give

him the information? Who did he represent?

An hour later a knock on the door brought him out of his private Hell.

* * * * *

The panel slid open and a Lieutenant in the jet black uniform of the

Fleet CID strode in importantly. Behind him come four enlisted men in

the same uniform, two of whom planted themselves firmly beside the door

with their hands on open-holstered blasters. The other two wheeled in

an equipment table.

Savage waited with silent calm while the Lieutenant crossed the room

and drew himself to attention. Then he asked sharply:

"What is the meaning of this intrusion? I demand every courtesy of

house arrest and this does not fall in that category."

"I am under the explicit orders of the High Commissioner," the officer

said icily. "Any complaints should be addressed to him. I have also

been instructed to take any necessary action to carry out my orders."

"And what are they?" Savage parried.

"Please be good enough to follow me to the table," the officer said,

fingering his blaster. Savage followed.

At the table the officer flipped a switch and from somewhere in the

apparatus came a muffled hum. Then a flat plate set into the surface of

the table glowed and Savage was instructed to place his hands, palms

down, on the plate. He did so and the officer pushed a button.

"You may remove your hands," he said and bent over a double eyepiece.

After adjusting and readjusting a pair of knobs he raised his head

and gave Savage a surprised look. He bent down again and made new

adjustments. At last he straightened up. His voice lacked some of its

former arrogance as he said, "Thank you, sir."

The Lieutenant and his men left without saying anything further and

Savage wondered what they had tried to prove with a fingerprint check.

Apparently, however, the High Commissioner was covering every angle.

The episode gave Savage a momentary feeling of pleasure, which however

was quickly replaced by his former doubts.

Several hours passed, during which he had lunch, before a knock

again sounded. This time, as the door slid open, Savage could see

a double row of crimson-uniformed men, the personal guard of the

High Commissioner himself. The guards stiffened to attention as the

Commissioner appeared, followed by a group of high ranking officers.

Now what, Savage wondered as he ram-rodded his spine and saluted.

The group stopped in front of Savage and the Commissioner didn't bother

to conceal his distaste as he announced without preamble, "His Supreme

Mightiness, Emperor Hlar, Ruler of the Universe, has seen fit to bestow

upon you, Fleet Captain Jarlon Choon, the Order of Trygon."

At the mention of the decoration an officer stepped forward with a

flat, gold case. Opening it, he took from it a heavy golden chain, from

which depended a jewel encrusted medallion. This he hung about Savage's

neck. Then he stepped back into position and the Commissioner went on:

"I am further instructed to inform you that you have been promoted

to the rank of Commodore. Commodore Loong here will give you further

orders."

Savage's senses reeled from this succession of shocks as the

Commissioner turned and strode out with his retinue, leaving only the

officer who had presented the decoration.

Loong waited until the door was completely closed and then he laughed

uproariously. Savage could only look at him with amazement until he

finally stopped and said, "Did you see the look on his face? I think he

would almost rather have marooned himself on an asteroid."

"I don't understand," Savage said.

"To tell you the truth, I don't either," Loong replied. "Have you ever

been to Court?"

"I was born in Space," said Savage.

"That checks and that's what puzzles me. I have been reliably informed

that it was the Empress' agents who caused the alteration of your

records. In addition to that, Palace gossip has it that she persuaded

the Emperor to honor and promote you. The Emperor was against it.

You saw for yourself how the High Commissioner felt. What's the

explanation?"

"I have none," Savage replied stiffly.

Loong glanced at him sharply and said, "In addition the Empress expects

you at the Palace this evening. Full dress uniform is required, of

course. I think you should also wear this." He produced a small,

holstered needle gun. "It's not as messy as a blaster, but just as

effective at close range. Above all, be careful. You have very few

friends."

* * * * *

Savage took the gun and went to his room to change. Things were moving

a little too swiftly. Why was the Empress so interested in him? There

were a lot of unanswered questions and no immediate way to get the

answers. He dressed quickly, strapped the needle gun to his left wrist,

and returned to the living room.

"How do you fit in?" he asked Loong bluntly.

"As an officer in the Space Fleet I am under the orders of the Emperor,

the Empress and the High Commissioner," he answered evasively. "I have

arranged for a car. The driver has his instructions."

"You are not coming?" Savage asked.

"No, but I'll be here when you return. In the meantime I've ordered

supper."

The brilliantly lighted Palace was thronged with splendid uniforms

and lavish gowns and the main hall was a babble of sound. It stilled

abruptly when the name of Commodore Choon was announced. All eyes were

on him as a servant guided him across the floor; the women gazing at

him with frank speculation and the assembled officers and statesmen

with envy or thinly veiled hatred. Loong was right, he had few friends.

He was led up the long, curving flight of stairs and the babble burst

out anew behind him. At the end of a long hall they stopped before

a plain door and the servant rapped lightly. Without waiting for an

answer he opened the door and motioned Savage inside.

The Empress was regally beautiful, tall and slim in a sweeping,

brilliantly hued gown. Although she was more than twice Savage's age

neither her face or figure showed it. She extended her hand as Savage

crossed the room and knelt before her. He kissed her hand and she said:

"Rise, Commodore Choon, son of Admiral Choon. Come, sit beside me."

"Thank you," said Savage.

"A long time ago I knew your father very well," she said. She smiled

reminiscently and murmured, "Very well. And we too shall know each

other well. You are fully as handsome as he was." And so, one question

was answered.

He remained with her a long time, and when he retraced his steps to the

main hall he found it more crowded than before. Again all conversation

ceased as he entered the main hall and he could feel countless hostile

eyes on him. He felt decidedly uncomfortable as he crossed the

seemingly endless room and he felt himself walking too stiffly. He

tried to relax, but instead he found himself pressing the needle gun

against his side to make sure it was still there.

Finally he reached the great double doors and he heard speculative

murmurs behind him as the footmen opened them. This was the heart of

a powerful interplanetary empire and yet it was no different than the

courts of Europe during the heyday of the ancient kings.

His chauffeured car waited outside the Palace and in a moment he was

speeding down the winding roadway through barely visible gardens and

groves. Then they passed the gates to the public highway. As they

slowed and turned the corner there came the flare of heat guns.

The glassite windows on the attacked side turned a rosy pink and then

went black. The interior of the car became insufferably hot. The

chauffeur cursed and trod heavily on the accelerator and the car shot

forward. Flame licked at them, until they were out of range.

The driver mopped his brow as he said, "It's a good thing she's got

full armor. Even so, I thought we'd had it."

"Yes," snapped Savage.

They roared through the now almost deserted streets without further

incident. On his guard now, Savage had the little needle gun in his

hand when they stopped in front of the hotel. The doorman stepped

forward and pulled open the door. He looked into the car and his hand

flashed into his uniform. Savage fired.

The gun made no sound, but the doorman gave a choking gasp and fell

into the car.

"Quick, sir, pull him all the way in," Savage heard the chauffeur

whisper. "There were no witnesses. I'll take care of him."

Without stopping to think Savage followed the chauffeur's advice and

dragged the heavy weight into the car while the chauffeur alighted and

came around to help him. Finally they closed the door on the body and,

still without witnesses, the chauffeur drove it away.

In his suite, Savage found Loong waiting.

"Good morning," Loong smiled. "How did everything go?"

"Just fine," Savage replied. "Not only do I have no friends, I have

some active enemies."

"You were attacked?" Loong asked calmly.

"Twice," Savage said. "You don't seem very surprised."

"I rather expected it, but you seem to have survived. What happened?"

Savage told him in a few brief sentences and when he was finished Loong

said:

"This is better than I had hoped."

"Better than you'd hoped," Savage exclaimed. "What am I, a target for

your friends to shoot at?"

"They are no friends of mine," Loong answered. "You've been in Space

for a long time. I'd better fill you in on recent history right now."