The universe was swallowed up in golden light, in racing, streaming
tides of luminous dust. Like an undersea ship of old the _Starsong_
raced with the gleaming currents and burst through denser, darker deeps
where the stars were faint and far away, to leap once more into a glory
of wild light where the drowned suns burned like torches in a mist. And
the voice in the calc-room rose to an unhuman crying as the computers
strained to take in the overwhelming surge of data from defensive
radar, analyze it, and send imperative commands to the control-relays.
It had almost a sound of insane music in it, that voice, and the
_Starsong_ danced to it, whirling and swaying between the fragments of
the drift that threatened her with instant destruction if she faltered
for a fraction of a second. Kirk, half-dazed, clung to his padded chair
and gasped for breath, and felt, and listened.
The same illusion gripped him now that had mastered him before when
forced to run a cloud--the feeling that the suns and star-worlds were
all gone, that he was enwrapped in the primal fire-mists of creation.
Mighty tides seemed to bear the ship forward, everything was a boil and
whirl of light, millrace currents seemed to rush them endlessly through
infinity, with all space and time cancelled out. He wondered briefly,
once, how the Orionids were doing, and then forgot them. The agony,
the intoxication, the godlike joy and the terror were far too great to
admit any petty worries about anything human.
Then, with almost shocking abruptness, they broke into clear space, and
the cloud was behind them. Like men enchanted waking from a dream, Kirk
and Garstang shook themselves and stood erect again, and the voice of
the _Starsong_ was stilled, and human voices spoke once more.
And human problems were still with them. Somewhat farther astern now,
but still doggedly following, three tiny flecks of darkness came after
them out of the cloud.
Kirk went into the com-room and made contact with his squadron far
ahead. He gave crisp orders, and then rejoined Garstang on the bridge.
"Larned's on his way," he said. "Can you keep clear?"
"I can," said Garstang, and ordered full power. He had nothing between
him and the Pleiades now but light-years of elbow room, and he took
full advantage of it. The Orion cruisers apparently had intercepted
Kirk's message, and made a frantic last attempt to overhaul him.
When that proved impossible, and their trial shots fell so far short
that it was obvious the range could not be made before the _Starsong_
reached the point of convergence with the squadron, they turned tail
and ran back for the cluster. When the squadron did arrive, space was
empty of everything but themselves and the distant stars.
The hard, excited voice of Larned, Kirk's Vice-Commander, came rapidly
as they joined the squadron.
"So there _is_ an Orionid base in there! By God, we'll soon--"
"No," Kirk cut in. "There was no base in there. There was a trap, for
me--only I still don't know just why they set it."
He went to the com-room and set up a message on the coding machine.
Top secret, to Ferdias at Vega, briefly detailing his encounter with
Tauncer.
_"--am unable to explain interest in Earth, and your plans concerning.
Suggest attempt to distract from some other objective? Await
instructions. Kirk."_
In a remarkably short time the answer came back.
_"Report Vega at once with full squadron." And it added,
"Unfortunately, no distraction. Ferdias."_
Looking at the cryptic tape, Kirk had an uneasy feeling that he had all
unknowingly stepped over one of those thresholds into a new phase of
existence, where nothing was going to be quite the same as it had been
ever again. He had once more that premonition that the pace, the tempo
of the great game for suns, was about to step up still faster.
He said nothing of that to Garstang or the others. To them, the
unexpected recall to home base meant an unlooked-for leave. And to him,
it would mean returning to Lyllin sooner than he had hoped. But even
that could not quite banish his uneasiness.
The squadron wheeled in tight formation and set its course toward the
great blue-white sun that burned in Lyra, capital of a mighty Sector
that was in everything but name an empire of stars.
When they made their world-fall, when the squadron swept down through
the bluish glare over Vega Town and landed on the spaceport, Larned
came at once from his own ship. The Vice-Commander, a blocky, brusque
and competent young man, bristled with questions.
"What the devil is all this about, Kirk? Pulling us in like this--"
"I haven't an idea," Kirk said. "But I'm about to find out. Call Lyllin
for me and tell her I'll be along soon."
* * * * *
An air-car with a uniformed driver took him across the great city. It
was really two cities. The older city of graceful white towers had been
built long ago by the native Vegans, Lyllin's people. But then, more
than a century ago, the starships had come to Vega, the first wave of
explorers and colonizers from the inner galaxy. They had not been all
Earthmen, even though that wave had first started from Earth. By the
time they reached here, Earthmen had already mixed and mated with many
other human star-folk. It was these newcomers who had built the new
part of Vega Town.
It was to the newer city that the air-car took him, to the looming,
dominating mass of Government house. A lift took him down from the
roof, and he went through the corridors, a tall man with a faintly
worried look on his copper-bronzed face. Efficient secretaries shunted
him smoothly and quickly into a room few people ever entered.
It seemed a small room, to be the center of government of so many
stars. For this was the center--the Sectors each had their elected
legislatures but it was the Governors who wielded the power.
"Stop saluting, Kirk," said Ferdias. "You know you're at ease when you
step in here."
Ferdias came around the desk. He limped, from the crash of a Class
Twenty long ago. But you never remembered his limp, or how small a man
he was. You saw only his face, and when you saw it you knew why, at the
age of forty, he was one of the five great Governors.
"Now let's have it," he said.
Kirk let him have it, the full story of the trap in the cluster. And
Ferdias' face got just a trifle longer.
He said, finally, "You had no business going in alone. But since you
got out, I'm glad you did it. For I'm sure now of what I only suspected
before. In his eagerness to find out how much I know, Solleremos has
told me what I _wanted_ to know."
Kirk, frankly puzzled, said, "I just don't get it. What is Ferdias
planning to do about Earth? What plans _would_ you have about it?"
Ferdias limped back to his chair, and sat down, and then looked up
keenly. "Kirk, you're at least half Earth blood. Tell me, how do you
feel about Earth?"
Kirk said, "But I've never been there. You know that--I was born in
a transport off Arcturus, and have never been farther back in than
Procyon."
"I know. But what do you think about Earth?"
Kirk made a gesture. "What's there to think about? It's a third-rate
planet, from what I hear, important only because star-flight began
there. Its Galactic Council tried to hold all the galaxy together in
one government, but of course that proved impossible. Hell, it's hard
enough to hold a Sector together, let alone the whole galaxy."
"But Earth isn't any of the Sectors, of course," said Ferdias.
Kirk looked at him keenly. "Of course not. Sector Governors don't
touch Earth's small federal district...." He stopped. He said, after a
moment, "Or do they? Do they, Ferdias?"
"Solleremos would like to," said Ferdias.
Kirk was astonished. "You mean, he wants to take _Earth_ into Orion
Sector?"
"He wants to very much indeed," said the other. "Listen, Kirk.
Solleremos' pressure on our borders lately has been only cover-up. It's
Earth he's after."
"But _why_? That unimportant little star system--"
"Is it so unimportant?" Ferdias' blue eyes, hot and flaring now,
fascinated Kirk. "Materially, maybe it is--a worn-out, third-rate
world. But psychologically, it's a very important world indeed. Think
of the Earth blood mingled in all the galaxy races now--in you and in
me, in half the civilized peoples! Think of the feelings they have,
perhaps without altogether realizing it, toward that old planet they've
never seen! They know it no longer directs things, they know its
Council and Navy are a shadowy sham--but still it's Earth, it's the
old center of things, the old heart-world. Suppose one of the other
Governors gets Earth into his Sector, and speaks from it thereafter?"
* * * * *
Kirk saw it now. He realized, not for the first time, that when it came
to galactic intrigue he was a babe in arms.
It _would_ give any of the rival Governors a colossal psychological
advantage, to make the old center of the galaxy his seat of government.
Commands that came from Earth would have a psychological potency hard
to withstand.
"But you're not going to let Solleremos get away with it?" he exclaimed.
"No Kirk. _I_ don't want Earth. But I'm not going to let Orion Sector
grab it, either!"
He went on. "Solleremos knows I'll try to stop him. That's why he had
Tauncer, his right-hand man, set that little trap for you. They know I
trust you. They hoped I'd have told you how I plan to block them."
Kirk looked at him, and then said, "How _are_ you going to stop them?"
Ferdias said, "There's a big celebration coming up on Earth soon.
The two-hundredth anniversary of the first space-flight from Earth.
It means a lot to them. Their Council invited me to send an official
delegation to represent Lyra Sector. So I'm sending you."
Kirk stared. "Me--to Earth? But what can _I_ do if--"
Ferdias interrupted. "The Fifth Squadron will go with you. To take part
in the commemoration pageant, the fly-over."
Now Kirk began to understand. "Then if Solleremos tries anything, the
Fifth will be there waiting for him?"
"Exactly." Ferdias spoke the word like a wolf-snap. "I know Solleremos'
intentions. I know about when he plans his grab for Earth. Earth can't
stop him, not with their small forces. But the Fifth can!"
Kirk felt a bit stunned. Fighting the hidden border wars of the rival
Governors was one thing. But a full-fledged struggle between Sectors,
back there at old Earth, was quite another. It could rock the galaxy....
Ferdias went on matter-of-factly, "You'll take off five days from now.
You may be there a while, so you'll take full supply auxiliaries and
transports."
Kirk looked up. Transports meant the families of all personnel would
accompany the squadron--and that meant Lyllin would go with him. He was
glad of that.
"But when we get there," he said. "Besides taking part in that
celebration, what do we _do_?"
Ferdias said, "Go and look up your ancestral home."
"My--what?"
"Ancestral home. Place where the Kirks came from, on Earth. I had it
hunted out, and it's still standing. It's in Orville, a place near the
city New York. You go and look it up first thing."
Kirk began to get it. "You'll send me orders there?"
"You'll hear from me. And you'll get warning if Solleremos moves on
Earth. But Kirk--one more thing."
"Yes?"
"You're not to talk of this to anyone. _Anyone._"
* * * * *
Kirk, as the air-car took him homeward across the city, hardly saw the
brilliant Vegan capital flashing by beneath. He was badly worried. A
deadly, secret galactic struggle was moving toward crisis, and he was
not the man to combat conspiracies, he was no good at plots and plans.
But--and his jaw set hard--if Solleremos _did_ try to grab Earth by
force, there was one thing the Fifth was very good at, and that was
fighting.
He couldn't tell Lyllin about any of this, not against Ferdias' strict
injunction. But at least she would be going with him this time, and
that would be good news to her. He strode eagerly into the metalloy
cottage that was home to him. Its familiar rooms were cool and silent.
He found Lyllin waiting for him on the terrace.
The blue sun was touching the hills, and the sky was flooded with a
purple dusk. Lyllin came toward him. She was all Vegan and looked it,
her flesh showed pale as new gold, with the darker masses of her hair
picking up the same tint and turning it to copper. She was dressed in
the fashion of her own people, in a chiton so mistily transparent that
her fine slender body seemed to be draped in a bit of the oncoming dusk
itself.
He held her, and then told her his news, and was surprised that it did
not seem to make her happy. "To Earth?" she murmured. "Just for the
space-flight anniversary? It's strange--"
"But this time you'll be with me," he said. "Not on the voyage--you'll
ride transport, of course--but on Earth, all the time I'm there."
"How long will that be, Kirk?"
He didn't know, and said so. Lyllin's face shadowed subtly. But she had
a way of silence, and it was not until later that night that she spoke
of it.
She said, suddenly, "I shall hate it at Earth."
Kirk was shocked. "But why in the world? That's ridiculous. A place
you've never seen, and hardly know about--"
"It's your place, your people. Not mine." She was not looking at him.
"You'll be going home. But what will they think of me there? What will
_you_ think of me there, among your own people?"
Kirk turned her around with rough and angry hands. "I'm ashamed of you.
If you could even think a thing like that--" He shook her. "Listen to
me. Earth is no more to me than it is to you. It's a name, a place
where my grandfather five times removed happened to be born. I've as
much blood of other worlds in me as Earth blood. And as for you--"
Her eyes had tears in the corners of them, now. Her mouth was soft and
uncertain, like a child's. He said, in a different tone, "No matter
where we go, you'll be Lyllin. And I'll love you."
She came close in the circle of his arms, and she kissed him with a
wild possessiveness. And her lips were bitter with those sudden tears.
But Kirk felt that she was not convinced. She had the Vegan pride, and
if they treated her at Earth like a freak, an alien....
In the depth of his soul, he cursed Solleremos and his ambitious
schemes. For the worry that was in him had deepened. The danger that
the Fifth was going into, the danger that would explode if that
unscrupulous grab for the old planet was attempted, was not the only
one. He felt now that beside that there was another, subtler danger
waiting for Lyllin and himself at Earth.