The bridge, Hector found, connected to a series of technical stations, such as the navigation section (idle now that the ship was parked in orbit), the communications center (well guarded) and—most interesting of all—the observation center.
Here Hector found a fair-sized compartment crammed with view screens showing almost every section of the ship’s interior, and also looking outside in various directions around the ship. Since they were orbiting Kerak’s capital planet, most of the exterior views were turned on the ground below.
Hector soon struck up an acquaintance with the men on duty. Despite the Star Watch emblem on his cover-alls, they seemed to accept him as a fellow-sufferer in the military system, rather than a potential enemy.
“That’s the capital city,” one of them pointed out.
Hector nodded, impressed. “Is that where they have the dueling machine?”
“You mean the one at the Ministry of Intelligence?
That’s over on the other side of the planet. I’ll show it to you when we swing over that way.”
“Thanks,” Hector said. “I’d like to see it… very much.”
Every morning Odal was taken from his underground suite of rooms to the enclosed courtyard of the Justice building for an hour of sunshine and exercise. Under the cold eyes of the guards he ran endless circles around the courtyard’s manicured grass, or did push-ups, knee-bends, sit-ups… anything to break the monotony and prevent the guards from seeing how miserable and lonely he really felt.
Romis, he thought, is no fool. He won’t need me until all his plans are finished, until the actual moment to kill the Leader arrives. What could be better for him than to leave me here, and then offer the Watchman—at precisely the right moment—in trade for me? Spencer will have me shipped back to Kerak, too late to do anything but Romis’ bidding.
There were stately, pungent trees lining the four sides of the courtyard, and in the middle a full, wide-spreading wonder with golden, stiff leaves that tinkled like glass chimes whenever a breeze wafted them. As Odal got up, puffing and hot, from a long set of push-ups, he saw Geri Dulaq sitting on the bench under that tree.
He wiped his brow with a towel and, tossing it over his shoulder, walked slowly to her. He hadn’t noticed before how beautiful she was. Her face looked calm, but he could sense that she was working hard to keep control of herself.
“Good morning,” he said evenly.
She nodded but said nothing. Not even a smile or a frown. He gestured toward the bench, and when she nodded again, he sat down beside her.
“You’re my second visitor,” said Odal.
“I know,” Geri replied. “Professor Leoh told me about his visit to you. How you refused to try to help Hector.”
Allowing himself a smile, Odal said, “I thought that’s what you’d be here for.”
She turned to face him. “You can’t leave him in Kerak! If Kanus…”
“Hector is with Romis. He’s safe enough.”
“For how long?”
“As long as any of us,” Odal said.
“No,” Geri insisted. “He’s a prisoner, and he’s in danger.”
“You actually love him?”
Her eyes had the glint of tears in them. “Yes,” she said.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Odal asked, “How can you love that bumbling, tongue-twisted…”
“He’s stronger than you are!” Geri flashed. “And braver. He’d never willingly kill anyone, not even you. He let you live when everyone else on the planet—including me—would have shot you down.”
Odal backed away involuntarily.
“You owe your life to Hector,” she said.
“And now I’m supposed to throw it away to save his.”
“That’s right. That would be the decent thing to do. It’s what he’d do for you.”
“I doubt that.”
“Of course you do. You don’t know what decency is.”
He looked at her, carefully this time, trying to fathom the emotions in her face, her voice.
“Do you hate me?” Odal asked.
Her mouth started to form a yes, but she hesitated. “I should; I have every reason to. I… I don’t know… I want to!”
She got up from the bench and walked rapidly, head down, to the nearest exit from the courtyard. Odal watched her for a moment, then went after her. But the guards stopped him as he neared the door. Geri went on through and disappeared from his sight without ever turning back to look at him.
“Cowards!” Romis spat. “Spineless, weak-kneed old women.”
He was pacing the length of the bookshelf-lined study in his villa, slashing out words as cold and sharp as knife blades. Sitting next to the fireplace, holding an ornate glass in his hand, was the captain of the star ship in which Hector was being held.
“They plot for months on end,” Romis muttered, more to himself than the captain. “They argue over the pettiest details for days. They slither around like snakes, trying to make certain that the plan is absolutely foolproof. But as soon as some danger arises, what do they do?”
The captain raised the glass to his lips.
“They back down!” Romis shouted. “They place their own rotten little lives ahead of the welfare of the Kerak Worlds. They allow that monster to live, for fear that they might die.”
The captain asked, “Well, what did you expect of them? You can’t force them to be brave. The army leaders, maybe. But they’ve all been arrested. Whole families. Your politician friends are scared out of their wits by Kor. It’s a wonder he hasn’t picked you up.”
“He won’t,” Romis said, smiling strangely. “Not until he finds out where Odal is. He fears Odal’s return. He knows how well the assassin’s been trained.”
“Well, you won’t be getting Odal back from Spencer unless you give up the Watchman. And once he goes, you can expect Spencer to hover over us like a vulture.”
“Then what must I do? Kill Kanus myself?”
“You can’t.” The captain shook his head.
“Why not? You think I lack…”
“My old friend, don’t lose sight of your objectives. Kanus is the monster, yes. But he’s surrounded by lesser monsters. If you try to kill him, you’ll be killed yourself.”
“So?”
“Then who will take over leadership of the government? One of Kanus’ underlings, of course. Would you like to see Greber in power? Or Kor?”
Romis visibly shuddered. “Of course not.”
“Then put the idea of personally performing the execution out of your head. It’s suicide.”
“But Kanus must be stopped. I’m certain he means to attack Acquatainia before the month is out.” Romis walked over to the fireplace and stared into the flames. “I suppose we will have to ask for Odal’s return. Even if it means giving back the Watchman and having Spencer poised to invade us.”
“Are you sure?”
“What else can we do? If we can pull off the assassination quickly enough, we can keep Spencer out of Kerak. But if we hesitate much, longer, we’ll be at war with Acquatainia.”
“We can beat the Acquatainians.”
“I know,” Romis replied. “But once we do, Kanus will be so popular among the people that we wouldn’t dare touch him. And then the madman will attack the Terrans. That will pull the house down on all of us.”
“Hmmm.”
Romis turned to face the captain. “We must return the Watchman and get Odal back here. At once.”