The Star Kings

Chapter XV. Mystery of the Galaxy

JOHN GORDON fought a temptation whose unexpectedness added to its strength. He was appalled to realize that he wanted with nearly all his soul to seize this unprecedented opportunity.

It wasn't the pomp and power of galactic rule that tempted him. He had never been ambitious for power, and anyway it would be Shorr Kan who had the real power. It was the thought of Lia

Shorr Kan was watching him keenly.

“You seem stu

Gordon rallied his wits. “I was thinking that there are lots of difficulties. There's the Disruptor secret, for instance.”

Shorr Kan nodded thoughtfully. “That's our biggest difficulty. And I was so sure that once I had Zarth Arn, I'd have it!”

He shrugged. “But that can't be helped. We shall leave to make our attack on the Empire without it, and rely on Corbulo to see that Jhal Arn never gets a chance to use the Disruptor.”

“You mean-assassinate Jhal Arn as he did Arn Abbas?” questioned Gordon.

The Cloudman nodded. “Corbulo was to do that anyway on the eve of our attack. He'll be appointed one of the regents for Jhal's child. Then it'll be even easier for him to sabotage the Empire's defense.”

Gordon realized that Shorr Kan's failure to gain the Disruptor secret was not going to stave off the League's impending attack.

“Those are your problems,” Gordon said bluntly. “It's my own prospects I was thinking of. You're to make me puppet emperor when the galaxy is conquered. But if we don't have that Disruptor secret, maybe your own League forces won't accept me.”

Shorr Kan frowned. “Why should they refuse to accept you on that account?”

“They, like everyone else, think I'm Zarth Arn and believe I know the Disruptor secret,” Gordon pointed out. “They'll ask, 'If Zarth Arn is now on our side, why doesn't he give us that secret?'“

The Cloudman swore. “I hadn't thought of that difficulty. Curse the Disruptor, anyway. Its existence hampers us at every turn.”

“What is the Disruptor, really?” Gordon asked. “I've had to pretend I know all about it, but I haven't any idea what it is.”

“No one has!” Shorr Kan replied. “Yet it's been a terrible tradition in the galaxy for the last two thousand years.

“Two thousand years ago the alien, inhuman Magellanians invaded the galaxy. They seized several star-systems and prepared to expand their conquests, But Bre

“Just what Bre

“No wonder you've tried to get hold of it before attacking the Empire,” said Gordon. “But there's still a way we can get that secret!”

Shorr Kan stared. “How? Jhal Arn is the only remaining one who knows about it, and we've no chance of capturing him.”

“There's one other man who knows the secret,” Gordon reminded swiftly. “The real Zarth Arn.”

“But the real Zarth's mind is back in that remote past age in your body,” Shorr Kan began. Then he stopped, eyeing Gordon narrowly. “You've something in mind. What?”

Gordon was tense as he unfolded the scheme on which his dim, precarious plan of escape depended.

“Suppose we can make the real Zarth tell us that secret, across time?” he proposed boldly. “There in Zarth's laboratory on Earth are the psycho-mechanisms by which I could speak to him across time. I learned the method from Vel Quen, and I could reach him.

“Suppose I tell him-'Shorr Kan's men hold me prisoner and won't release me unless I tell the Disruptor secret, which I don't know. I won't be permitted to re-exchange minds with you until they have the secret.' “Suppose I tell the real Zarth that? What do you think he'll do? He doesn't want to be marooned back there in my own world and age, in my own body, for the rest of his life. This is his universe, he's got a morganatic wife here he dearly loves, he'd sacrifice anything to get back here. He'll tell us that secret, across time.”

Shorr Kan looked at him in wondering admiration. “By Heaven, Gordon, I believe it would work. We could just get the Disruptor secret that way.”

He stopped and asked suddenly, “Then when you had forced that secret out of Zarth, you'd re-exchange minds with him?”

Gordon laughed. “Do I look like a complete fool? Of course I won't. I'll simply break the contact then and let Zarth Arn live the rest of his life back in my own time and body while I keep on playing his part.”

Shorr Kan threw back his head in a burst of laughter. “Gordon, I repeat, you're a man after my own heart!”

He began to pace to and fro as seemed his habit when thinking rapidly.

“The main difficulty will be to get you to Earth to make that contact with the real Zarth,” he declared. “Empire patrols are thick all along the frontier, and the main Empire fleet is maneuvering near the Pleiades. And Corbulo can't order that whole region cleared, without arousing suspicion.”

Shorr Kan paused, then continued. “The only kind of League ship that has any chance of reaching Earth through all that is a phantom-cruiser. Phantoms are able to slip through tight places, where even a battle-squadron couldn't fight a way.”

Gordon, who had only the mistiest notion of what kind of a warship was mentioned, looked puzzled. “A phantom? What's that?”

“I forgot for a moment that you're really a stranger in this age,” Shorr Kan said. “A phantom-cruiser is a small cruiser with armament of a few very heavy atom-guns. It can become totally invisible in space.”

He explained, “It does that by projecting a sphere of force around itself that refracts perfectly all light and radar rays. So no ship can detect it. But to hold that concealing sphere of force requires terrific power, so a phantom is only good for twenty or thirty hours travel 'dark'.”

John Gordon nodded understandingly. “I get it. And it looks like the best chance to reach Earth, all right.”

“Durk Undis will go with you with a full crew of trusted men,” Shorr Kan continued.

That was bad news to Gordon. That fanatic young Cloudman hated him, he knew.

“But if Durk Undis learns that I'm not really Zarth Arn-” he began to object.

“He won't,” Shorr Kan interrupted. “He'll simply know that he's to take you to your laboratory on Earth for a brief time, and that he's to bring you back safely.”

Gordon eyed the Cloudman. “It sounds as though he's to be a guard. You don't entirely trust me?”

“What the devil made you think I did?” Shorr Kan retorted cheerfully. “I trust no man entirely. I do trust to men following their self-interest, and that's why I feel I can rely on you. But just to make sure, Durk Undis and a crew of picked men go with you.”

Again, Gordon chilled to a realization that he was playing his desperate game against a man so shrewd and skilled in intrigue that it seemed almost hopeless he could succeed.

He nodded coolly, however. “That's fair enough. But I might also say that I don't entirely trust you, Shorr Kan. And for that reason, I don't go on this mission unless Lia