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Malva nodded. "A block. Standard procedure." Her gaze returned to Tappy. "But you will respond appropriately by nodding." Tappy nodded.
Meanwhile Jack's gaze, drawn to Malva's head when he had to answer her, noted eyes whose irises were red. Not bloodshot, but a deep esthetic cast. Her hair was the same hue, looking natural, though no living woman had ever grown that shade. Perhaps it figured: if she had gone to the trouble to have plastic surgery on her body so she could show it off, she would think nothing of yeing heir
(I r ha' and using tinted contact lenses.
"Sit, and we shall talk," Malva said.
They sat on the blocks that slid out from the wall behind them, where the door had been. They looked like hard plastic, but they were soft, with just enough spring to be comfortable.
"I serve the Gaol," Malva said. "I am fifty-four Earth years old, but as you can see I am attractive. Without the Gaol I would be far inferior physically and mentally, and I would not have this pleasant residence or the privileges of rank. I say this so that you can appreciate the advantage of the favor of the Gaol. You will not be offered such favor, but you can avoid incurring their disfavor by timely cooperation."
The wall behind her abruptly changed scenes. Now it showed a classic inferno, a medieval representation of Hell, with tall fires forming the walls. In the foreground was a rack on which a naked human man was bound. A black-hooded tormenter was extending 4 glowing red rod toward the man's genital region.
"Any torture your mind can imagine, and a number it ca
She looked at Jack. "How did you come to associate with the t for the Imago?"
Jack stared a moment more at the scene beyond the woman's scious body. The red-hot rod was now cooking the victim's testicles. The scene could be a mock-up or a recording, rather than any contemporary event, but it was distressingly realistic.
He suspected that this was a bluff, similar to his own threat to radiate Tappy, but he decided not to chance it. "I was hired on Earth to drive her to another address."
"What was the nature of your relationship with her there?"
Again he saw no reason to equivocate. "I was her companion, and then her lover."
Malva nodded sightly, unsurprised. The wall behind her returned to the mountainscape. "You did not low her nature, but you felt the effect. She is the Chrysalis."
"Yes.""
"How did she drop from our screens ?,"
Jack gazed blankly at her.
"You can not answer, or you will not?" she inquired, frowning .I briefly.
"I can not. I don't know what you mean." But he had just learned something: there was a choice. Apparently the loss of volition extended only to the body, not the mind. He could not speak unless she asked him to, but his mouth would not say what his mind did not authorize.
"And she will not. We can not force the Imago." Malva considered a moment, crossing her legs under the cloak. Now her pubic area was not visible, but the underside of her thigh was similarly fascinating. She was an old woman with the body of a young woman, and she knew exactly how to display it. He hardly knew her, and what he was learninghe didn't like, but his body had notions of leaping and plunging. "Would some information help you to answer?"
"do not know."
"Are you willing to answer, if you can?"
Jack did not consider himself a coward, but he knew he was no hero. If they used even the crudest of tortures on him, he would scream out all he knew about anything, or say whatever they wanted him to. He knew that had been the case with the victims of the Inquisition, and he had no doubt that this woman could have him put on exactly such a rack as the wall picture had showed. He and Tappy were captive, already lost; resistance was pointless, especially when he didn't know anything anyway.
"Yes."
The Gaol supply us with certain techniques of observation," Malva said. Now the panel behind her showed the surface of a planet that looked very much like the one they were on. "The natives are hostile to the Gaol; they do not resist openly, so are allowed to exist, but neither do they volunteer any information."
The honkers appeared, marching by in much the ma
"But we do not need them. We are able to survey the natural pattern of life on the planet, and to detect net changes caused by u
We traced it to the u
"We did kill and eat salamanders," Jack agreed. "But any animal could have done that!"
"The balance of nature is finely tuned. There was a slight excess in deaths. Next day there was a similar excess, but we could not locate it or confirm it; it was only a probability of outside interference."
So the creatures they had eaten had given away their presence! Jack had never heard of such a survey, but he had no reason to doubt it. Why should Malva lie to him, instead of torturing him?
"In due course we found their vacated spirits, and were sure," the woman continued. "We were at that point able to get a fix on the aura of the Chrysalis. Rather than intercept it immediately, we elected to wait to see where it went. That would enable us to root out whatever remaining traitors to the empire were on the planet and diminish the likelihood of any assistance being rendered to the next Imago, should it manifest here. Do you understand'?"
appalled, but he did understand. "Yes. You intended t every part of the weed."
abruptly, the aura faded," Malva said. "We had to act Iy, lest the Imago be lost. We brought the container closed the region of the aura's last manifestation."
he peered closely at Jack. "Something happened in that night which we do not understand. What damped out the aura of the -bysalis?"
Suddenly it came clear ' . The honker! The honker had injected something into Tappy that formed a tight marble-sized ball under e skin between her breasts. A timed-release capsule of a chemikit somehow counteracted the broadcast of the aura the slip tracking. Tappy, realizing that they were probably being ked, had talked to the honker when she bought food from him. The honker had accepted the pretext-what need did it have of an Earthly quarter?-and made its preparations. Then it had come and done what was necessary, returning the quarter. It had not been a sexual attack; the honker had a penis which remained unused. It had been a favor to the Imago, which the honkers surely recognized and supported. Because the small operation was painful, it had anesthetized them both, giving it time to do the job, and for the chemical to circulate slowly through Tappy's body, interfering with the manifestation of the distinctive aura.
Tappy had not known exactly how the honker was going to helpprobably the honker had not known either, until checking with others of his kind-so had been frightened at first. As a child might be frightened of the doctor, despite knowing the doctor was trying to help.
As long as any of that ball of substance remained with Tappy, the Gaol instruments could not track her. Yet what di iference did it make now? Jack had blundered them into captivity anyway.
Still, if there was any chance at all that Tappy could escape, that marble on her chest would be invaluable. It didn't slfow under her nightie, even with her jacket hanging open; though her breasts were nascent, the stretch of cloth between them masked the swelling. The minions of the Gaol, so certain of their power, had not bothered to search the captives at all. The marble had escaped notice. Jack was not about to tell this empire quislin about it.