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Updated: June 11, 2025
We sailed off toward the opposite crater rim. I remember passing over the broken wreckage of Grantline's little spaceship, the Comet. Miko's bolts momentarily had vanished. We had hit some of his outside projectors; the others were abandoned, or being dragged to safer positions. After a mile we wheeled and went back.
But the waiting marksmen fired at it with short range heat projectors and exploded it harmlessly while it was still above them. We swung up and away. I saw, high above us, Grantline's platform, recognizing its red signal light. There seemed a lull. The enemy fire had died down to only a very occasional bolt. In the confusion of my whirling impressions, I wondered if Miko were in distress.
The treasure abandoned, with the brigands coming up and loading it on their ship. Our defeat. In a few hours now or minutes. This crack could slowly widen, or it could break suddenly at any time. Disaster, come now so abruptly upon us at the very start of the brigand attack.... Grantline's voice in my audiphone broke my despairing thoughts. "Bad. Come on, Gregg. Nothing to do here."
And Snap and I had worked out an idea which we thought might be of service. We needed some of the Planetara's smaller gravity plate sections. Those in Grantline's wrecked little Comet had stood so long that their radiations had gone dead. But the Planetara's were still working. Our hope that Miko might have perished was dashed. He too had returned to the Planetara!
Grantline's signal light was summoning us from the attack. He was a thousand feet or more above us. I was suddenly shocked with horror. The searchray from our camp suddenly vanished! Anita wheeled us to face the distant ledge. The camp lights showed, and over one of the buildings was a distress light! Had the crack in our front wall broken, threatening explosion of all the buildings?
And by the gods, I warn you, I can check up on you!" I said meekly, "Very well. But you ask Prince if he wants my calculations on Grantline's possibilities." I shot Miko a foxy look as he stood by the door. I added, "You think you are clever. There is plenty you don't know.
An eavesdropping ray will never get through to us." They questioned us. They were satisfied at last that, though the secret had escaped, we had not given it away. Hearing it discussed, it occurred to me to wonder why Carter was concerned. I was not aware that he knew of Grantline's venture.
Our first night out from Earth Grantline's signals didn't it ever occur to you that I might have some figures on his treasure?" It startled him. "Where are they?" I tapped my forehead. "You don't suppose I was foolish enough to record them. You ask Prince if he wants to talk to me. A hundred million, or two hundred million it would make a big difference, Miko." "I will think about it."
Was it Haljan standing up there on the summit? Who was it climbing the stairs? And was the third figure Miko? Grantline's mind framed the questions. But his attention was torn from them, and torn even from the swift silent drama outside. The corridor was ringing with shouts. "We're imprisoned! Can't get out! Was Haljan killed? The brigands are outside!"
"Hold them, Moa. Don't let them do anything foolish.... So, little Anita, you were masquerading to spy on me? That was wrong of you." Anita had not spoken. She held herself tensely away from Miko. She had flashed me a look, just one. What horrible mischance to have brought on this catastrophe! The completion of Grantline's message had come unnoticed by us all. We remained tense. "Look!
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