"If you are there, perhaps we can cope," Gorben said.
Pat cleared his throat. He'd been on Dorchlunttoo long. He was constantly reminded of Corinne.The dead fleet still lay in near space, the bodiesstill aboard, for it would require a major effort toprovide burials, and it was more important at themoment to help the living. He felt guilty becausehe had not planned to accompany the Dorchluntersto the new planet, and he was the one who hadgiven the orders which resulted in the death ofmost of Dorchlunt's young men.
It was going to be a very difficult transition.X&A would provide tools and the basic living necessities, but the work ethic was still very muchalive in UP society. There'd be no free ride for theDorchlunters. There was nothing he could do.
Or was there?
He picked up the communicator. Jeanny was inconference with other X&A brass. "Jeanny," hesaid, "I need a little time to myself. I'm going totakeSkimmer and take a look around the area. I'llbe back in a few days." He closed the communicator before Jeanny could protest. "Come along, son,"he told Gorben; "let's take a little ride."
He found the Brenden's flagship quickly. The coordinates of that last battle were burned into hisbrain. He told Gorben to stay on theSkimmer,suited up, made the transfer to the dead ship.
Murphy's Stone sat in airless solitude in thecase which had been made for it, powerless lasersnout almost touching it. In Pat's light it sparkled inextravagant splendor.
It took three days to make the right contactsonceSkimmer had landed on Zede. He escorted Gorben for the boy's first glimpse of what wassupposed to be heaven, and Gorben was more thanready to leave once the transaction had beenconcluded.
"Will there be as many people in our new home?"Gorben asked, whenSkimmer was back in space.
"No. You'll have privacy."
And they'd have many other things. They'd havea corps of agricultural experts to teach them. They'd have the most advanced farming equipment, goodhomes, and as they learned the ways of modern society they'd have any of the luxuries that they wanted.
The old man who had found the huge diamond was dead, the first victim of the Brendens' ambition. The Brendens were dead. A peacekeeping forcewas occupying Taratwo. No one owned Murphy'sStone, and Pat, although he'd dreamed a fewdreams of what he could do with the money it hadbrought on Zede, didn't know of a better use forthe money than to assure a future for Gorben and the others.
There would be times, later, after he and Jeanny had made a leisurely and enjoyable trip home and he'd almost immediately accepted a new commission, that he'd kick himself. And there would betimes when he felt that he'd tried to buy off hisconscience by setting up the trust for the Dorchlunterswith the proceeds of the sale of Murphy'sStone; but the old man was as crisp and sharp as ayoung computer, the Skimmer had enjoyed a total overhaul, and there were new films in the library. He knew that there was a price to pay for everything, and he felt good about himself.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ZACH HUGHES is the pen-name of HughZachary, who, with his wife Elizabeth, runs a book factory in North Carolina. Hugh quit a timeclock job in 1963 andturned to writing full-time. He is theauthor of a number of well-received science fiction novels, and together with Elizabeth, he has turned out many fine historical romances, as well as books inhalf a dozen other fields.
Hugh Zachary has worked in radio andtv broadcasting and as a newspaper feature writer. He has also been a carpenter, run a charter fishing boat, donecommercial fishing, and served as a mateon an anchor-handling tugboat in theNorth Sea oil fields.
Hugh's science fiction novelsThe Dark-side, Sundrinker,andGold Star are available in Signet editions.