〃Thanks a lot…but no thanks。〃
He stood up and stabbed an accusatory finger in my direction。 〃Unclean！ Profane！ Leave…for you soil me with your presence。〃
〃Well each to their own opinion。 Good…by and good luck with your sheot shearing。 May all your fleeces be giant ones。 But an indulgence please…before you go would you take a look at this。〃 I pulled the photograph of the alien artifact from my pocket and held it out。
〃Unclean；〃 he muttered and put his hand behind his back so he wouldn't touch it。
〃I'm sure it is。 I just want to know if you have seen this thing in the picture before。〃
〃No； never。〃
〃Been nice talking to you。〃
He did not return my friendly wave as he walked over to his mount； kicked it in the leg until it sat down； climbed aboard and galloped off。 I pulled my sword out of the ground and went to join the others。 Madonette was still simmering。
〃Hypocritical narrow…minded bigoted moron。〃
〃That and a lot more。 At least I got one bit of negative information from him。 He never saw the artifact。 It must have been taken by another one of the tribes。〃
〃Are we going to have to talk to all of them？〃
〃Unless you have any better ideas。 And nineteen days to go。〃
〃I don't trust him；〃 Madonette said。 〃And don't sneer and say female intuition。 Aren't these the same kind as the bunch that attacked the archeologists' ship？〃
〃You're right…and isn't that the clatter of hundreds of hooves ing this way？〃
〃It is！〃 Floyd shouted； pointing。 〃What do we do…run？〃
〃No！ Out of the trees and onto the plain。 Instruments at the ready。 We are going to give these guys a concert that they will never forget！〃
Arroz had gone back to rally the troops and at least thirty of them； with plenty of sword waving and maniac baaing； came charging down。 I turned the amplification on the sound up until it would not go any higher。
〃Earplugs in； get ready； on the count of three we give them old number thirteen； ‘The Rockets Go Rumbling On。' One； two 。 。 。 On the count of three the explosion of unbearable sound blasted out。 The lead riders were tossed to the ground as the sheots recoiled in fear。 I flipped some smoke bombs among them； just to keep the action going； and hit them with holographed lightning bolts。
It was pretty good。 Before we got to the second chorus the stampede was over； the last terrorized sheots galloped away out of sight。 The last black…robed Fundamentaloid crawled over the horizon； the trampled grass dotted with discarded swords； gobbets of fleece and myriad eightballs of dung。
〃Victory is ours！〃 I whooped happily。
And only nineteen days to go I thought depressedly。 This just would not do。 I had the awful feeling that we could spend nineteen days or nineteen weeks stumbling about this planet and be no wiser about the alien artifact we were seeking。
There had to be a change of plan…and now？ I walked away from the others； then bit down three times； so hard that I almost cracked a tooth。
〃Captain Tremearne here。〃
〃And dismal Jim diGriz on this end。 Have you been following all this？〃
〃Yes； and watching。 I heard you ask him to identify the photograph。 I assume that he did not。〃
〃You assume right； distant and disembodied voice。 Now listen； there has got to be a change of plan。 When I came up with the idea for this present operation I assumed that there was some kind of imitation of civilization on this dismal world。 Where we could stroll from gig to gig and do our snooping at the same time。 I was wrong。〃
〃I regret that all the facts were not supplied to you at the time。 But as you are now aware there is a plete ban on information being circulated about this particular planet。〃
〃I know that now…and it won't wash。 We would have been a lot better if we came here disguised as a squad of bat marines。 So far every bunch we have met has tried to kill us。 The whole thing is that hard…nosed Admiral Benbow's fault。 He lied to me about what we would find here。 Right？〃
〃As a serving military officer I cannot discuss the conduct of my superiors。 But I can agree that whoever briefed you was； I must say； economical with the truth。〃
〃Do you also know that he was economical with my health？ And that in nineteen days I am going to keel over from time released poison。〃
〃Regrettably； I have been informed that that is the case。 And you have eighteen days left now； You appear to have lost track of one day during the past period。〃
〃Eighteen？ Thanks much。 That only makes what I have to say even more imperative。 I need some help； some transportation。〃
〃All contact with the planet is forbidden。〃
〃I just changed the rules。 You yourself told me that you are heading a mittee to bring about major improvements here。 The first change will be to get one of the ship's launches down here。 With that I can get around to the various bands of sheot shaggers before my personal deadline runs out。〃
〃If 1 do that I will be disobeying orders and it could end my career。
〃Well？〃
The silence inside my head went on and on。 I waited。 Until I heard what could only have been a sigh。
〃I suppose there are plenty of job opportunities for skilled civilians these days。 The launch will land after dark。 If it is not seen by anyone on the ground there is just a chance that my career change can be postponed。〃
〃You're a good guy； Tremearne。 My heartiest thanks。〃
I hummed a bar or two from 〃The Swedish Monster〃 as I walked back to inform my panions。
〃Jim； you're wonderful！〃 Madonette said； grabbed and kissed me。 〃I much prefer flying to walking。〃
Floyd nodded happy agreement and reached for me。
〃Away！〃 I shouted。 〃Girls； okay； but I don't kiss guys with beards。 What we do now is put a little distance between us and those religious nuts in case they want to e back for seconds。 Then rest up until dark。 I have a feeling that it is going to be a very busy night。〃
CHAPTER 11
〃Wake up； Jim…it's almost dark。〃
Madonette's gentle hand was most wele； since it drew me up out of a really repulsive nightmare。 Tentacles； bulging eyeballs； yukk。 The eighteen…day dead deadline must be getting to my subconscious。 I sat up； yawned and stretched。 With great reluctance the sun had finally dropped behind the horizon leaving behind a slowly fading band of light。 The stars were ing out revealing some pretty boring constellations and very few of them at that。 This prison planet must be far out on the galactic rim。
Then something blotted out the stars in the zenith as a dark form drifted down to the ground； silently on null…gray drive。 The door opened as we approached…and the cabin lights came on。
〃Turn them off； lunkhead ！ 〃 I shouted。 〃You want to ruin my night vision。〃 The pilot turned about in his seat and I grinned insincerely。 〃Sorry Captain； sir…that lunkhead； just a figure of speech。〃
〃My fault pletely；〃 he said； and tapped one of his electronic eyeballs。 〃With these I forget。 I'm piloting this thing because I have the best night vision in the fleet。〃
He flipped the lights off and we groped our way aboard with just the dim red emergency lights to show us the way。 I sat in the copilot's seat and strapped in。
〃What is your plan？〃 he asked。
〃A simple one。 You know the position of all the sheot hocks don't you？〃
〃Observed and logged into the launch's memory。〃
〃Great。 Have the puter do a topological survey to plot a course that will let us visit them all in the shortest amount of time。 We drift over to the first flock； find one of the shepherds who is maybe out of sight of the others…and talk to him。 Show him the photograph and find out if he has seen the thing。 If he hasn't…on to the next bunch。〃
〃Seems a simple and practical plan。 Belts fastened？ Right； first flock ing up。〃
We were slammed back into our seats and were on our way。 High and fast on the plotted track。 Then slow and drifting in low while Tremearne peered out into the darkness。
〃There's one；〃 he said。 〃On the far side of the flock…all by himself。 Either to guard the beasts or keep them from wandering。 I have a suggestion。 I approach him from behind and immobilize him。 Then you question him。〃
〃Creep up in the dark？ Immobilize an armed and watchful guard？ That's a job for a bat trooper。〃
〃Well how do yo