He was flattered. "I go today to visit Lord Shark. It is for him to name the time and the location." The duke indicated Trooper O'Dwyer, who lay half-hidden upon an ermine couch. "Trooper O'Dwyer accompanies me. Would you care to come, too?"
"It is my understanding that Lord Shark does not encourage visitors," said the Iron Orchid.
"You think you would not be welcome, then?"
"It is best to assume that."
"Thank you, Iron Orchid, for saving me once again from a lapse of manners. I was ever tactless." He smiled. "It was that which led to this situation, really."
"Trooper O'Dwyer!" My Lady Charlotina drifted towards the reclining warrior. "Have you seen anything of your compatriots of late?"
"Nope. Have they gone missing?" He showed no great interest in his one-time messmates.
"They appear to have vanished, taking with them some power rings and a large air carriage I had given them for their own use. They have deserted my menagerie."
"I guess they'll come back when they feel like it."
"I do hope so. If they were not happy with their habitat they had only to tell me. Well," turning with a smile to the duke, "we shall not keep you. I hope your encounter with Lord Shark is satisfactory today. And you must tell us, at once, if you agree to the place and time, so that we can tell everyone to make plans to be there."
He bowed. "You will be the first, My Lady Charlotina, Iron Orchid."
"Is that your 'sword'?"
"It is."
She stroked the slender blade. "I must get one for myself," she said, "and then you can teach me, too."
As they returned to their gryphon, the Iron Orchid touched her friend's arm. "You could not have said a more pleasing thing to him."
My Lady Charlotina laughed. "Oh, we live to indulge such honest souls as he. Do we not, Iron Orchid?"
"Do I detect a slightly archaic note in your choice of phrase?"
"You do, my dear. I have been studying, too, you see!"
7. The Terms of the Duel
Lord Shark's warning devices apprised him of the approach of an air car, and his screens revealed the nature of that car, a large kitelike contraption from which hung a gondola — in the gondola, two figures.
"Two," murmured Lord Shark the Unknown to himself. Beneath his mask he frowned. The car drifted closer and was seen to contain the Duke of Queens and a plump individual in poorly fitting overalls of some description.
He instructed his automata, his servants, to admit the couple when they reached the building, then he sat back to wait.
Lord Shark's grey mind considered the information on the screens, but dismissed the questions raised until the Duke of Queens could supply answers. He hoped that the duke had come to admit himself incapable of learning the skills of the duel and that he need not, therefore, be further bothered by the business which threatened to interrupt the routines of all the dull centuries of his existence. The only person on his planet who had not heard the news that the universe was coming to an end, he was the only one who would have been consoled by the knowledge or, indeed, even interested, for nobody else had paid it too much attention, save perhaps Lord Jagged of Canaria. Yet, even had Lord Shark known, he would still have preferred to await the end by following his conventional pursuits, being too much of a cynic to believe news until it had been confirmed by the event itself.
He heard footfalls in the passage. He counted thirty-four before they reached his door. He touched a stud. The door opened and there stood the Duke of Queens, in feathered finery, and lace, and gold, bowing with elaborate and meaningless courtesy.
"Lord Shark, I am here to receive your instructions!" He straightened, stroking his large black beard and looking about the room with a curiosity Lord Shark found offensive.
"This other? Is he your second?"
"Trooper O'Dwyer."
"Of the 46th Star Squadron," said Trooper O'Dwyer by way of embellishment. "Nice to know you, Lord Shark."
Lord Shark's small sigh was not heard by his visitors as he rose from behind his consoles. "We shall talk in the gunroom," he said. "This way."
He led them along a perfectly straight corridor into a perfectly square room which was lined with all the weapons his long-dead companion had collected in his lifetime.
"Phew!" said Trooper O'Dwyer. "What an armoury!" He reached out and took down a heavy energy-rifle. "I've seen these. We were hoping for an allocation." He operated the moving parts, he sighted down the barrel. "Is it charged?"
Lord Shark said tonelessly, "I believe that they are all in working condition." While Trooper O'Dwyer whistled and enthused, Lord Shark drew the Duke of Queens to the far end of the room where stood a rack of swords. "If you feel that you wish to withdraw from our agreement, my lord duke, I should like you to know that I would also be perfectly happy to forget —"
"No, no! May I?" The Duke of Queens wrapped his heavy cloak over his arm and selected an ancient sabre from the rack, flexing it and testing it for balance. "Excellent!" He smiled. "You see, Lord Shark, that I know my blades now! I am ready to meet you at any time, anywhere you decide. Your automaton proved an excellent instructor and can best me no longer. I am ready. Besides," he added, "it would not do to call off the duel. So many of my friends intend to watch. They would be disappointed."
"Friends? Come to watch?" Lord Shark was in despair. The Duke of Queens was renowned for his vulgarity, but Lord Shark had not for a moment considered that he would turn such an event into a sideshow.
"So if you will name when and where…" the Duke of Queens replaced the sword in the rack.
"Very well. It might as easily be where we first met, on the plain, as anywhere."
"Good. Good."
"As to time — say a week from today?"
"A week? I know the expression. Let me think…"
"Seven days — seven rotations of the planet around the sun."
"Ah, yes…" The duke still seemed vague, so Lord Shark said impatiently:
"I will make you the loan of one of my chronometers. I will set it to indicate when you should leave to arrive at the appropriate time."
"You are generous, Lord Shark."
Lord Shark turned away. "I will be glad when this is over," he said. He glared at Trooper O'Dwyer, but the trooper was oblivious to his displeasure. He was now inspecting another weapon.
"I'd sure love the chance of trying one of these babies out," he hinted.
Lord Shark ignored him.
"We shall fight, Duke of Queens, until one of us is killed. Does that suit you?"
"Certainly. It is what I expected."
"You are not reluctant to die. I assumed…"
"I've died more than once, you know," said the duke airily. "The resurrection is sometimes a little disorientating, but it doesn't take long to —"
"I shall not expect to be resurrected," Lord Shark told him firmly. "I intend to make that one of the terms of this duel. If killed — then it is final."
"You are serious, sir?" The Duke of Queens was surprised.
"It is my nature to be ever serious, Duke of Queens."
The Duke of Queens considered for a moment, stroking his beard. "You would be annoyed with me if I did see to it that you were resurrected?"
"I would consider it extremely bad-mannered, sir."
The duke was conscious of his reputation for vulgarity. "Then, of course, I must agree."
"You may still withdraw."
"No. I stand by your terms, Lord Shark. Absolutely."