Dalt crouched in a shadowed sulcus in the wall and watched as the procession passed, the Duke in the lead, carrying some cloth-covered objects held out before him, Anthon sullenly following. The court advisers plucked the torches from the walls as they moved, but Dalt noticed that light still bled from the unexplored end of the passage. He sidled along the wall toward it after the others had passed.
He was totally unprepared for the sight that greeted his eyes as he entered the terminal alcove.
It was surreal. The vaulted subterranean chamber was strewn with the wreckage of the lost cargo ship. Huge pieces of twisted metal lay stacked against the walls; smaller pieces hung suspended from the ceiling. And foremost and center, nearly indistinguishable from the other junk, sat the silvery life-support apparatus of the brain, as high as a man and twice as broad.
And atop that—the brain, a ball of neural tissue floating in a nutrient bath within a crystalline globe.
("You can't hear him, can you?") Pard said.
"Him? Him who?"
("The brain—it pictures itself as a him—did manage to communicate with the locals. You were right about that.")
"What are you talking about?" ("It's telepathic, Steve, and my presence in your brain seems to have blocked your reception. I sensed a few impulses back in the passage but I wasn't sure until it greeted us.")
"What's it saying?"
("The obvious: It wants to know who we are and what we want.") There was a short pause. ("Oh, oh! I just told it that we're here to take it back to SW and it let out a telepathic emergency call—a loud one. Don't be surprised if we have company in a few minutes.")
"Great! Now what do we do?" Dalt fingered the dagger in his belt as he pondered the situation. It was already too late to run and he didn't want to have to blast his way out. His eyes rested on the globe.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, Pard, but I seem to remember something about the globe being removable."
("Yes, it can be separated from the life-support system for about two hours with no serious harm to the brain.")
"That's just about all we'd need to get it back to the mothership and hooked up to another unit."
("He's quite afraid, Steve,") Pard said as Dalt began to disconnect the globe. ("By the way, I've figured out that little litany we just heard: The sacred objects that are daily put in 'communion with the sun' are solar batteries. Half are charged one day, half the next. That's how he keeps himself going.")
Dalt had just finished stoppering the globe's exchange ports when the Duke and his retinue arrived in a noisy, disorganized clatter.
"Racso!" the Duke cried on sight of him. "So you've betrayed us after all!"
"I'm sorry," Dalt said, "but this belongs to someone else."
Anthon lunged to the front. "Treacherous scum! And I called you friend!" As the youth's hand reached for his sword hilt, Dalt raised the globe.
"Stay your hand, Anthon! If any of you try to bar my way, I'll smash this globe and your godling with it!" The Duke blanched and laid a restraining hand on his son's shoulder. "I didn't come here with the idea of stealing something from you, but steal it I must. I regret the necessity." Dalt wasn't lying. He felt, justifiably, that he had betrayed a trust and it didn't sit well with him, but he kept reminding himself that the brain belonged to SW and he was only returning it to them.
("I hope your threat holds them,") Pard said. ("If they consider the possibilities, they'll realize that if they jump you, they'll lose their godling; but if they let you go, they lose it anyway.")
At the moment Anthon voiced this same conclusion, but still his father restrained him. "Let him take the god-ling, my son. It has aided us with its wisdom, the least we can do is guarantee it safe passage."
Dalt grabbed one of the retainers. "You run ahead and ready me a horse—a good one!" He watched him go, then slowly followed the passage back to the dining area. The Duke and his group remained behind in the alcove.
"I wonder what kind of plot they're hatching against me now," Dalt whispered. "Imagine! All the time I spent here never guessing they were telepaths!"
("They're not, Steve.")
"Then how do they communicate with this thing?" he said, glancing at the globe under his arm.
("The brain is an exceptionally strong sender and receiver, that's the secret. These folk are no more telepathic than anyone else.")
Dalt was relieved to find the horse waiting and the gate open. The larger of Kwashi's two moons was well above the horizon and Dalt took the most direct route to his hidden shuttlecraft.
("Just a minute, Steve,") Pard said as Dalt dismounted near the ship's hiding place. ("We seem to have a moral dilemma on our hands.")
"What's that?" Pard had been silent during the entire trip.
("I've been talking to the brain and I think it's become a little more than just a piloting device.")
"Possibly. It crashed, discovered it was telepathic, and tried to make the best of the situation. We're returning it. What's the dilemma?"
("It didn't crash. It sounded the alarm to get rid of the technician and brought the ship down on purpose. And it doesn't want to go back.")
"Well, it hasn't got much choice in the matter. It was made by SW and that's where it's going."
("Steve, it's pleading with us!")
"Pleading?"
("Yes. Look, you're still thinking of this thing as a bunch of neurons put together to pilot a ship, but it's developed into something more than that. It's now a being, and a thinking, reasoning, volitional one at that! It's no longer a biomechanism, it's an intelligent creature!")
"So you're a philosopher now, is that it?"
("Tell me, Steve. What's Barre going to do when he gets his hands on it?")
Dalt didn't want to answer that one.
("He's no doubt going to dissect it, isn't he?")
"He might not ... not after he learns it's intelligent."
("Then let's suppose Barre doesn't dissect him—I mean it ... no, I mean him. Never mind. If Barre allows it to live, the rest of its life will be spent as an experimental subject. Is that right? Are we justified in delivering it up for that?")
Dalt didn't answer.
("It's not causing any harm. As a matter of fact, it may well help put Kwashi on a quicker road back to civilization. It wants no power. It memorized the ship's library before it crashed and it was extremely happy down there in that alcove, doling out information about fertilizers and crop rotation and so forth and having its batteries charged every day.")
"I'm touched," Dalt muttered sarcastically.
("Joke if you will, but I don't take this lightly.")
"Do you have to be so self-righteous?"
("I'll say no more. You can leave the globe here and the brain will be able to telepathically contact the keep and they'll come out and get it.")
"And what do I tell Clarkson?"
("Simply tell him the truth, up to the final act, and then say that the globe was smashed at the keep when they tried to jump you and you barely escaped with your life.")
"That may kill the brain project, you know. Retrieval of the brain is vital to its continuance."
("That may be so, but it's a risk we'll have to take. If, however, your report states that the brain we were after had developed a consciousness and self-preservation tendencies, a lot of academic interest will surely be generated and research will go on, one way or the other.")
Much to his dismay, Dalt found himself agreeing with Pard, teetering on the brink of gently placing the globe in the grass and walking away, saying to hell with SW.
("It's still pleading with us, Steve. Like a child.") "All right, dammit!"
Cursing himself for a sucker and a softy, Dalt walked a safe distance from the shuttlecraft and put down the globe.