Triplanetary - E. E. Smith (phonics reader TXT) 📗

and there never will be another. You’re the only woman that ever existed. It isn’t that. Can’t you see that it’s impossible?”

“Of course I can’t⁠—it isn’t impossible, at all.” She released her shields, four hands met and tightly clasped, and her low voice thrilled with feeling as she went on: “You love me and I love you. That is all that matters.”

“I wish it were,” Costigan returned bitterly, “but you don’t know what you’d be letting yourself in for. It’s who and what you are and who and what I am that’s griping me. You, Clio Marsden, Curtis Marsden’s daughter. Nineteen years old. You think you’ve been places and done things. You haven’t. You haven’t seen or done anything⁠—you don’t know what it’s all about. And whom am I to love a girl like you? A homeless spacehound who hasn’t been on any planet three weeks in three years. A hard-boiled egg. A troubleshooter and a brawler by instinct and training. A sp⁠ ⁠…” he bit off the word and went on quickly: “Why, you don’t know me at all, and there’s a lot of me that you never will know⁠—that I can’t let you know! You’d better lay off me, girl, while you can. It’ll be best for you, believe me.”

“But I can’t, Conway, and neither can you,” the girl answered softly, a glorious light in her eyes. “It’s too late for that. On the ship it was just another of those things, but since then we’ve come really to know each other, and we’re sunk. The situation is out of control, and we both know it⁠—and neither of us would change it if we could, and you know that, too. I don’t know very much, I admit, but I do know what you thought you’d have to keep from me, and I admire you all the more for it. We all honor the Service, Conway dearest⁠—it is only you men who have made and are keeping the Three Planets fit places to live in⁠—and I know that any one of Virgil Samms’ assistants would have to be a man in a thousand million.⁠ ⁠…”

“What makes you think that?” he demanded sharply.

“You told me so yourself, indirectly. Who else in the three worlds could possibly call him ‘Sammy?’ You are hard, of course, but you must be so⁠—and I never did like soft men, anyway. And you brawl in a good cause. You are very much a man, my Conway; a real, real man, and I love you! Now, if they catch us, all right⁠—we’ll die together, at least!” she finished, intensely.

“You’re right, sweetheart, of course,” he admitted. “I don’t believe that I could really let you let me go, even though I know you ought to,” and their hands locked together even more firmly than before. “If we ever get out of this jam I’m going to kiss you, but this is no time to be taking off your helmet. In fact, I’m taking too many chances with you in keeping your shields off. Snap ’em on again⁠—they ought to be getting fairly close by this time.”

Hands released and armor again tight, Costigan went over to join Bradley at the control board.

“How are they coming, Captain?” he asked.

“Not so good. Quite a ways off yet. At least an hour, I’d say, before a cruiser can get within range.”

“I’ll see if I can locate any of the pirates chasing us. If I do it’ll be by accident; this little spy-ray isn’t good for much except close work. I’m afraid the first warning we’ll have will be when they take hold of us with a tractor or spear us with a needle. Probably a beam, though; this is one of their emergency lifeboats and they wouldn’t want to destroy it unless they have to. Also, I imagine that Roger wants us alive pretty badly. He has unfinished business with all three of us, and I can well believe that his ‘not particularly pleasant extinction’ will be even less so after the way we rooked him.”

“I want you to do me a favor, Conway.” Clio’s face was white with horror at the thought of facing again that unspeakable creature of gray. “Give me a gun or something, please. I don’t want him ever to look at me that way again, to say nothing of what else he might do, while I’m alive.”

“He won’t,” Costigan assured her, narrow of eye and grim of jaw. He was, as she had said, hard. “But you don’t want a gun. You might get nervous and use it too soon. I’ll take care of you at the last possible moment, because if he gets hold of us we won’t stand a chance of getting away again.”

For minutes there was silence, Costigan surveying the ether in all directions with his ultra-wave device. Suddenly he laughed, and the others stared at him in surprise.

“No, I’m not crazy,” he told them. “This is really funny; it had never occurred to me that the ether-walls of all these ships make them invisible. I can see them, of course, with this sub-ether spy, but they can’t see us! I knew that they should have overtaken us before this. I’ve finally found them. They’ve passed us, and are now tacking around, waiting for us to do something so that they can see us! They’re heading right into the Fleet⁠—they think they’re safe, of course, but what a surprise they’ve got coming to them!”

But it was not only the pirates who were to be surprised. Long before the pirate ship had come within extreme visibility range of the Triplanetary Fleet it lost its invisibility and was starkly outlined upon the lookout plates of the three fugitives. For a few seconds the pirate craft seemed unchanged, then it began to glow redly, with a red that seemed to become darker as it grew stronger. Then the sharp outlines blurred, puffs of air burst outward, and the metal of the hull became a viscous, fluid-like something, flowing