The main salon was crowded. The huge room, glittering with mirrors and
crystal, floored with thick carpets, and hung with rich drapes, had
something of the appearance of a Sarkian harem. Although there were only
five of the Alexander family present, there were at least twenty
Lani whose costumes ranged from the black G string and halter of the
household staff to the utter nudity of Douglas’s playthings. They were
all female, and Kennon wondered for a moment what a male was like.
Besides Alexander, there were two men and three women: Douglas, still
with his sulky expression, an older man in his late nineties who looked
like Douglas’s elder brother, two mature women who could be any age from
fifty to three hundred, and a girl. She might have been thirty--perhaps
younger, perhaps older, a lean feminine edition of Alexander, with the
same intriguing face and veiled predatory look. There was a hardness
about her that was absent in the others. Kennon had the feeling that
whatever this girl did, she didn’t do it half way.
“My sister Eloise,” Alexander said in a low voice. “Watch out for her.
She’s as deadly as a puff adder and she collects men. The other man is
Douglas’s father, Henry. The plump redhead beside him is his wife, Anne.
The other woman is my mother, Clara, even though Eloise and I don’t look
like her. We take after Father.”
“Where’s he?” Kennon whispered.
“Dead,” Alexander replied. “He was killed twenty years ago.”
“I’d like to present Dr. Jac Kennon, our new veterinarian,” Alexander
said into the hush that followed their entrance. The introductions that
followed were in proper form, and Kennon was beginning to feel more at
ease until Eloise sent one of her Lani with a summons. He looked around
for Alexander, but the entrepreneur was the center of a three-cornered
argument, hemmed in by Douglas, Henry, and Anne. Henry’s voice was
raised in bitter protest that Alexander was exceeding his authority. He
shrugged. There was no help there.
“All right,” he said, “tell your mistress I’ll be along in a moment.”
“Yes, Doctor,” the Lani said, “but the Woman Eloise says for you to
come, and she is not accustomed to being disobeyed.”
“Tell her what I said,” Kennon replied. “I shall be there directly.” He
crossed to the table and examined it, selecting a cluster of odd purple
fruit which looked more interesting than it tasted. When he had finished
he walked leisurely over to where Eloise sat.
She looked at him angrily. “I am accustomed to being obeyed by my
employees,” she said coldly. Her dark eyes, oddly like her brother’s,
traversed his hard body like twin scanners.
He returned her appraising stare with one of his own. “I’m not your
employee,” he said bluntly. “I was hired by your brother, and there’s
a full peeper rider on my contract.” His eyes traveled slowly over her
carefully arranged hair, her make-up, her jewelry at throat and
arms, her painted finger- and toenails, and then across the slim
small-breasted lines of her body half revealed under her thin
ankle-length tunic of Lyranian silk.
“Satisfied?” she asked.
“On Beta,” he said bluntly, “your appearance would qualify you for a
parasite camp. Six months of hard labor would do you no end of good.
You’re soft, lazy, and undisciplined.”
Eloise gasped. “Why, you--” she sputtered.
“And perhaps next time you’ll learn to be polite,” Kennon continued
imperturbably. “After all, the superficial attributes of good breeding
are not too hard to counterfeit.”
To his surprise, Eloise giggled. “You bite, don’t you?” she asked.
“Remind me to remember that.”
“I shall.”
“Of course, your actions weren’t good breeding either.”
“Admitted--but I’ve never pretended to be what I’m not. I’m the son of a
spaceship skipper, and I’m a veterinarian. That’s all.”
“That’s not all. You are also a man.” Her face was sober, “It’s been
some time since I’ve met one. I’d almost forgotten they existed.”
“There’s your brother.”
“Alex?--he’s a money making machine. Come--sit beside me and let’s
talk.”
“About what?”
“You--me--your job, your life--anything you wish?”
“That line isn’t exactly new,” Kennon grinned.
“I know,” she admitted, “but it usually works.”
“I’m immune.”
“That’s what you think.” Eloise’s eyes were frankly appraising. “I think
I could become interested in you.”
“I have a job here. I don’t think I would have time to give you the
attention you’d demand.”
“I get bored easily. It probably wouldn’t be long before I would be
tired of you.”
“Perhaps--and perhaps not, I can’t afford to take the chance.”
“You seem confident.”
“You forget. I was a sailor.”
“And spacemen have a reputation, eh?” Eloise chuckled.
“At that, you might be right. I remember the first officer of--” she let
the thought die. “But I became tired of him,” she finished.
Kennon smiled. “I’ve never had that complaint.”
“Perhaps you’d like to make the acid test?” she asked.
“Perhaps,” he said. “But not tonight.”
“Tomorrow then? Alex will be leaving in the morning. He never stays more
than a few hours.” Eloise’s eyes were bright, her lips moist and red.
“I’ll pick the time,” Kennon said--and added to himself, “If ever.”
Despite her wealth Eloise was no different from the port-of-call girls.
If anything, she was worse since she had enough money to implement her
desires. They were merely in the trade for business reasons. No--Eloise
would be something to steer clear of. Alexander was right. She was a
mantrap. He stood up and bowed Betan fashion. “I see your brother is
free now. He wants to brief me on my duties here. We were discussing it
before we entered.”
Eloise pouted. “You can always do that.”
“You said yourself that Alexander never stays here very long. I would be
a poor employee if I delayed him.” He grinned knowingly at her and she
smiled back with complete understanding.
“Very well, then. Get your business done. Your pleasure can wait.”
Kennon steered Alexander over to an open window that led to a balcony.
“Whew!” he said. “I see what you mean.”
“She’s a tartar,” Alexander agreed. “I suspect that she’s a
nymphomaniac.”
“You suspect?” Kennon asked. “By this time you should know. Let’s get
out of here. I’ve had about all of your sister I care to take.”
“Can’t say as I blame you. I’ll show you to your quarters. Maybe Old Doc
left a bottle or two, although I suspect the old sinner hung on until
the last one was empty.”
“If he had to put up with your relatives as a steady diet, I can’t say
that I blame him,” Kennon said.
“Careful, Doctor. You’re talking about my kinfolk,” Alexander said
wryly. “At that, though, you have a point.” The two men slipped quietly
from the room. Apparently none of the Family was conscious of their
departure except Eloise, who watched them leave with an enigmatic
expression on her narrow face.
They left the fortress through the rear gate and walked slowly down the
winding path that led to the cluster of buildings in the valley below.
It was a beautiful night, calm and clear with the stars shining down
from the dark vault of the heavens. The constellations were strange, and
Kennon missed the moons. Beta had three, two of which were always in the
sky, but Kardon was moonless. Somehow it gave the sky an empty look.
A damp coolness rose from the ground as the evening rain evaporated
mistily into the still air. Kennon sniffed the odor of soil and growing
vegetation, clean pleasant odors in contrast to what he had left. In the
distance a bird called sleepily from one of the fortress turrets and was
answered by some creature Kennon couldn’t identify. A murmur of blended
sound came from the valley below, punctuated by high-pitched laughter.
Someone was singing, or perhaps chanting would be a better description.
The melody was strange and the words unrecognizable. The thin whine
of an atomotor in the fortress’s generating plant slowly built up to a
keening undertone that blended into the pattern of half-perceived sound.
“Nice, isn’t it?” Alexander remarked as they rounded another turn on the
switchback path.
“Yes. You can’t hear a sound from back there except for that generator.
It’s almost as though we shut those people out of existence by merely
closing a door.”
“I wish it were that simple,” Alexander said. “But doors that can be
closed can also be opened. Well--think you’ll like it here?”
“I think so, providing I don’t have to entertain your relatives.”
“You mean Eloise? Don’t worry about her. She’s as fickle as the wind.”
“I’ve never seen anyone so frankly predatory,” Kennon said. “She worries
me.”
“They’ll all be gone tomorrow--except for Eloise,” Alexander said with
mock comfort. “Douglas is on the Otpens for a year, and the others are
off somewhere.”
“You’ll be staying, I suppose.”
“No--I’m afraid I can’t.”
“I hoped you’d help me get organized. This whole thing has been
something of a shock. I was expecting something entirely different.”
“Sorry--someone has to run the business. But Blalok’ll brief you.
Actually he’s more qualified than I. He knows everything worth knowing
about this place. We’re going past his house in a minute--want to stop
in and see him?”
“It’s pretty late.”
“Not for Blalok. He’s a Mystic--a nocturnal. He’s probably doing his
work now.”
“Perhaps we shouldn’t disturb him.”
“Nonsense. He’s used to it. I visit him frequently at night.”
“Sure--but you’re the boss.”
“Well--in a sense you are too. At least in the veterinary end of this
business.” Alexander swung sharply to the left and climbed a short
flight of stairs that led to the nearest house. Lights flared on the
deep porch, and the old-fashioned iris door dilated to frame the black
silhouette of a stocky, broad-shouldered man.
“Good evening, sir,” he said. “I was expecting you. That the new vet
with you?”
“Your pipeline’s still working, I see,” Alexander said. “Yes, this is
Dr. Kennon--Evald Blalok--I wanted you two to meet.”
Kennon liked the gray middle-aged man. He looked honest and competent,
a solid quiet man with a craggy face and the deep-set eyes of a Mystic.
His skin had the typical thickness and pore prominence of the dwellers
on that foggy world from which he came. But unlike the natives of Myst,
his skin was burned a dark brown by Kardon’s sun. He seemed out of place
on this tropic world, but Kennon reflected wryly that there was probably
more than one misplaced human here, himself included.
“I’ve been going over Station Fourteen’s records with Jordan,” Blalok
said as he ushered them into the house. A tall black-haired man rose as
they entered.
“Skip the formality, Jordan. Sit down,” Alexander said, “and meet Dr.
Kennon--Steve Jordan--Jordan runs the Lani Division.”
Kennon nodded acknowledgment as Alexander continued, “What’s this
trouble at Fourteen?”
“I don’t know. We’ve got an epizootic of something. Another youngster
died this morning, and there’s three more that look pretty bad,
jaundice, no appetite, complaining of muscular pains. Same symptoms as
took the others. The one this morning makes the fourth this month, and
we’re only half through it.”
“Are all your losses in this one station?” Kennon asked.
“No--but it’s worst there.”
“I don’t like losses like that,” Alexander said.
“Neither do I,” Jordan replied.
“This isn’t Jordan’s fault, sir,” Blalok said quickly. “As you know, we
haven’t had a vet for three months.”
“Two,” Alexander corrected.
“Three--Old Doc wasn’t around at all the month before he died,” Blalok
said. “As a result we’ve got a problem. We need professional help.”
“Well here he is--use him,” Alexander said. He looked at Kennon, a trace
of amusement on his face. “There’s nothing like getting into things
early.”
“Particularly when one comes into them stone cold,” Kennon added. “It’s
a poor way to start a career.”
“We can’t afford to wait,” Jordan said. “We need help.”
“I’ll see what can be done,” Kennon replied. “Have you saved the body?”
“Every one of them,” Jordan said. “They’re in the hospital in the
autopsy room.”
“That was sensible. A post-mortem might give us an answer. Where’s the
hospital?”
“I’ll show you,” Jordan offered.
“Count me out,” Alexander said. “I have a weak stomach.”
“I’ll go along if it’s necessary,” Blalok said.
“There’s a staff there, Old Doc trained them,” Jordan said.
“Then it shouldn’t be necessary,” Kennon said.
Blalok sighed with relief and turned to Alexander. “We could check the
records while those two are about their bloody work.”
“I’d rather check a long strong drink,” Alexander replied. “What with
the Family and this, it’s too much to take for one evening.”
Kennon hid a smile. Alexander had a weak spot. He was squeamish. That
was a good thing to know.