Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition — page 61: what you’re looking at

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120 ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION “Well, you can review the tapes later and get a few of the details, but here’s the general idea: “Genro Kir and his two companions made planetfall some years back. They didn’t know it was a discovered planet, and failed to note’any evidence of our presence. Somehow, we missed them, too, for which we should hang our heads. “Anyway, they checked the planet, found it was suitable to their purpose, and decided that Koree Buron and Sira Nal could use it as a playing board. Seems they had a bet on, and their last game was inconclusive. Both of the involved civilizations collapsed. “Each of them selected a portion of the habitable part of the eastern continent as a primary base. Buron took the east, and that left the west to Nal. It so happens that the central portion of the continent is difficult to pass, and that fitted in with their plans. You remember the desert and mountain ranges, of course? Well, so far as I can discover, there was virtually no contact before the arrival of these three prizes of ours. And after their arrival, they made sure that there would be no contact—not until they wanted it. “Of course, deserts can be crossed, and mountains can be climbed, but our three boys fixed it so it wouid be fatal for any native to try it. Then, each of the two contestants set to work to build up the war potential of his part of the continent. “In the meantime, Genro was acting as referee. He’s been checking the progress of the two contestants, and making sure that neither of them sneaks into the territory of the other to upset something, or commits any other breach of rules.” Banasel slid off his bench. “Atmosphere of mutual trust, I see.” “Precisely.” “Where do the Kondaran priests come in?” “Oh, those two aren’t going to confine the final stage of their game to the one continent. That’s just the starting point—the home base. And what they’re doing now is just the opening of the game. The end game will decide pages of the entire planet. Sira Nal’s just getting off to an early start, that’s a wee . “This is legitimate, according to their rules?” “I guess so. According to Kir’s tapes, he thinks it’s a clever maneuver. ‘Sound move’ is the way he expressed it.’’ Lanko stood and walked over to the reproducer set. “That all came from the tapes, of course.’’ “How much more has Kir told you?” “As little as possible.” Banasel looked toward the prisoner. “Why not codperate? You’re due for Aldebaran anyway. And a little help now would make it easier for you and your partners later.” Genro Kir’s lips curled. “‘As I told your friend, I don’t have to lower myself to work with a bunch of low-grade primitives,”’ “See what I mean?” Lanko slanted an eyebrow at Banasel. ‘But I think our friend here will help us some, anyway. That ’sound move’ he recorded is almost sure 10 catch us one of the players.” : Hil -—— — eg a. THE PLAYERS 121 ““Oh?’”’ : “Sure, What’s the whole foundation of this cult of Kondaro?” “Why, they navigate ships. They keep strict security on their methods. They enforce that security by terrorism. They claim that no one else can successfully cross the Great Sea, and it seems to be a proven fact that they’re right. So, they collect from seamen, traders, and shipowners.”’ “That’s right. And they claim that only they can overcome the spells and actions of the sea demons, which try to destroy any ship that sails the sea. First, though, they navigate ships. They guarantee to get ’em across the sea and back. Right?” Banasel nodded. “Suppose they start losing ships? Suppose that from now on, no ship returns to port?” Lanko walked over to the control console. ‘Hey, wait a minute. I know these priests are a bunch of pirates—or some of them are, at any rate. But we can’t—”’ “Who said anything about destroying life?” Lanko spread his hands. “We have here a fairly nice group of islands,” he pointed out. “Not too spacious, of course, and not possessed of any luxurious cities. But there's water, and fresh fruits are available in plenty. The ships are provisioned fairly well, but they generally put in here for those very fruits. So, all we need do is give a little unwanted help.” “Shipwreck?”’ “Something like that.” Banasel shook his head doubtfully. “‘It’ll take a long time to undermine their reputation that way,” he objected. ‘And we’d have a lot of people on these islands before we were through.” “J don’t think so. Kondaro’s a god, remember? And gods are infallible. Sira Nal can explain a few disappearances by accusations of irreverence, but he’ll know better than to try explaining too many that way. I should imagine that the normal losses due to unexpected storms just about use up his allotment along that line.” Lanko shook his head. ‘“‘No, Sira Nal’s going to have to do something to prevent any rumour to the effect that the sea god is losing his grip,” He paused. ‘And what ship do you think I spotted standing this way?” “Oh, no! That’s too much of a coincidence.” | “‘No, not really. We took considerable time gathering in our boy here.” Lanko inclined his head toward Genro Kir. “And the Bordeklu’s home port is Tanagor, so Musa’s old ship wouldn’t spend too much of a layover in Kneuros. They’re on schedule all right. You’d like to see your old friend, Dontor, again, wouldn’t you, Musa? Sort of watch him try to save his ship in a real emergency?” Musa grinned wolfishly. “‘Might be fun, at that,” he agreed. Dontor strode firmly toward the ladder leading to the observation deck. The slaves had rigged the screen, and the priest looked proudly about this ship of which he was the actual and absolute master. Slowly, in majestic silence, he mounted the ladder and passed through the opening in the curtain. He went to the middle of the forecastle, and stqppe ing until the d, wa*tin two junior priests had taken their p( sith PLCC 6) s[a¢G} m