"Damn you-"
"Please," Parsons protested. "Do not make me regret my generosity." He pointed. "The road is that way. Do not go toward the castle. Go east."
"I'm going with him." Gwen's voice was tightly controlled.
Parsons looked startled. Like Rick, he had forgotten that she was listening to them. "Surely you do not mean that," Parsons said.
"Surely I do," she said. She shook her head. "You're crazy. I've listened to both of you for weeks. Between the two of you, I'll take Galloway."
"Why?" Parsons asked.
"I just will. Or do you intend to keep me here?" Parsons frowned deeply. "No, I suppose not. Very well. But get moving. I have a lot to do."
"You certainly do," Gwen said. Her voice was sugary sweet. "And you're less likely to manage it than you think. Let's go, Captain Galloway."
Lower down, near the road, there were trees. They looked like gnarled evergreens, but the leaves were too broad, and like the chaparral they had a strange odor. Rick moved into the trees before he spoke.
"Are you out of your mind?" he asked.
"No." The girl's voice was strong, almost too loud.
"You didn't even act surprised…"
"I wasn't. I told you, I've been listening to both of you for weeks. Before we went up the hill I knew what was going to happen."
"You might have warned me-"
"To what purpose?" she asked. "There wasn't anything you could have done about it. He'd have beaten you in a fair fight, and you wouldn't shoot him without warning. Would you?"
"No. I guess not. So you knew they were going to mutiny. Did the pilot?"
"Yes. He predicted that you'd go your way and they'd go theirs."
"And you decided to come with me. Why? — careful, it's slippery here-" He put out his hand.
She moved away from him. "Let's get something straight," she said. "I've had one lover boy, and I don't need another."
"I wasn't-"
"No, I guess you weren't," she said. "But I did want to make it clear. And maybe that will give you some idea of why you. I get the impression that you're a little more human than some of those animals back there."
"They're not animals, they're soldiers. Pretty good ones. Gwen, this is silly. If you're scared of getting raped, you'd better stay with Parsons. Not that I'm going to leap at you, but I'm not likely to live very long."
"Neither are they."
"What the hell do you mean by that?" Rick demanded.
"Nothing." She scrambled down the slope. "The road's down here," she said. "Which way?"
"Left."
"Away from the castle," she said. "See? At least you've got sense enough to walk away from a fight." She stopped to look intently at his face. "And don't get your macho image bent out of shape-I'm not calling you a coward."
"No, but you hit pretty close to home," Rick said.
"How's that?"
He told her how he had chosen track instead of football. "And don't tell me how sensible it was," he said. "I know it was sensible, but it bothers me."
2
The road was excellent. It reminded Rick of the old Roman roads he'd seen in Europe; cobblestones placed over enough rock fill to prevent settling. From the wear on the stones, the road had been there a long time, centuries at least. Unlike Roman roads, though, this one wound through the low hills and trees. Roman military roads had been unfailingly straight no matter what obstacles were in the way.
The trees and underbrush were strange, but they didn't seem particularly alien; no stranger than Africa had been when he first went there. There were no birds — at least he'd seen none — but twice he saw flying squirrels. At least, he thought, they look like the pictures of flying foxes in my old schoolbooks. I never saw a real one on Earth.
Gwen walked beside him, still keeping her distance.
"You decided to come with me. Do you have any-" Rick cut himself off and lowered his voice. "There's someone behind us," he said. They looked back to the last bend but saw nothing. Rick motioned Gwen off the road and into the trees. They took shelter in the underbrush. Rick held the rifle in readiness. Whoever was coming was making no attempt to be silent; footsteps clattered on the cobblestones.
Corporal Mason came around the bend. He stopped and looked ahead, then very carefully slung his rifle and held out his empty hands. "Cap'n," he called.
"In here," Rick said.
"Yes, sir. Figured you'd hear me comin'. Just didn't want to get shot."
Rick led Gwen back to the road. He slung his rifle, but made certain the strap on the shoulder-holstered pistol was released. "What brings you here?"
"About a dozen of us volunteered to come off with you, but Parsons and Elliot wouldn't let 'em. Elliot said it was all right for one of us, so we cut cards for it, and here I am."
"Flattering," Rick said. And, he thought, just possibly believable. It was also believable that Parsons had sent someone to finish him off. Parsons was a careful man.
Parsons might do that, but Mason wouldn't take that job. There were some who might, but not Mason. Rick suddenly realized that he was glad to see the plucky little corporal. At least he had one friend to watch his back in this strange place. "Welcome aboard," Rick said. "But you might want to explain-"
Mason spat in the dirt. "Parsons is a Foreign Legion type," he said. "The Legion uses up men. I've known some mercs who put in five with the Legion, and no thanks."
"Is Parsons likely to be looking for you as a deserter?" Rick asked.
"It's possible," Mason admitted. "It was Elliot said it was all right to take off, but maybe he didn't ask Parsons first."
"And probably didn't tell him later," Rick added. Another complication. "We'd better watch our backs."
"More reasons than one," Mason said. "There might be some others want out of Parsons's chickenshit outfit."
"Maybe we should wait and see," Gwen said. "But-" she looked thoughtful. "You wouldn't want too many."
"Why?"
She shook her head. "Woman's intuition-"
"Bat puckey. You've hinted a couple of times that you know things I don't. Isn't it time to let me in on the secret?"
"No. It's not time." Gwen was very serious.
"When will it be?"
"I don't know. But I do point out that as long as the men might run away to join you, you'll be a threat to Parsons."
"So I hide from him-"
"It's not that," she said. "Look, you won't kill him from ambush. But if he decides to kill you, you won't even know until he's done it. The only way you'll be safe from him is if he doesn't know where you are."
It made sense. It didn't sound very manly, but it made sense. Rick said so.
"There's another thing," she said.
"Yeah?"
"If the Shalnuksi traders learn where you are, they'll tell Parsons-"
"That's what really concerns you, isn't it?" Rick asked. "You don't want the Galactics to find you. Why?"
"Does it matter? You won't be trading with them. You can't possibly manage to grow those drugs alone-"
"Drugs?"
"I'll explain later. Rick, you won't be trading with them. It's certainly better for us if Parsons can't find us. All I'm suggesting is that we don't call attention to ourselves. Get out of this part of the country, and don't leave traces of where we've gone. Doesn't that make sense?"
"I suppose-"
"That's all I'm asking."
"It's enough. We don't even know where we're going. For that matter, we'll be out of rations soon enough. I saw what might have been a deer-"
"It probably was. There were a lot of Earth animals released here."
"Damn it, you're doing it again! What else do you know that might save our lives?"
She didn't answer.
They rounded another bend. There was a crossroads marked by a small thatch-roofed shelter whose roof drained into a stone cistern and watering trough. The side road was dirt, heavily rutted with cart tracks and the prints of shod horses, but deserted at the moment.