JANISSARIES

"That's almost exactly what Les said. His group wants to do more than just save Earth from destruction. They want-Rick, it sounds trite, but they want humanity left free."

"But where does Tran come in?" Rick asked.

"If they do bomb Earth, or even if they just make Earth into another decadent member of the Confederacy, humans on Tran will still be free. With any luck, one of Agzaral's people-probably Les himself-will be sent here to collect the drugs. Only this time he won't be leaving on such short notice. They can bring translations of their textbooks. Scientific equipment. And they've got the kind of bureaucracy you'd expect after five thousand years of stasis. Agzaral thinks they might even be able to lose a ship in the recordkeeping and send it here after the Shalnuksis have gone away."

"Except that the Shalnuksis will be doing their best to kill off anyone who could help Tran progress beyond the Iron Age-"

"Yes. They will. They'll almost certainly bomb the groups they've been trading with. But they might trust that mission to Les or one of his friends. They don't like long journeys to out-of-the-way places. That's one chance, anyway. And another is to hide. They won't kill everyone on Tran. They can't afford to, because they'll want to do some more drug trading six hundred years from now."

Rick shook his head. "They've got the stars. Why do they traffic in drugs?"

"You don't understand real decadence," Gwen said. "Who are the heavy drug users on Earth? It's not the poor and downtrodden who have big parties with bowls of cocaine."

"And I suppose the Shalnuksis make a lot of-what? Money? Do they have money? Anyway, the drug trade profits them."

"It must," Gwen said. "But I wonder if they do it for profits at all. It must be a game to them. Excitement." She thought for a moment. "Take the Mafia as an example. Surely the top dons are fabulously rich already. They could retire, go legitimate, but they don't. It must be like that for the Shalnuksis."

"So if we don't grow the drugs, your friends won't have any legitimate reason to come here."

"Yes. And the first ship here may bomb the planet before we've had time to prepare-"

"And this is why you were hiding?"

"Yes. It was all we could think of to do. Les didn't have much time to talk to me. He was afraid the ship was bugged. He had to whisper everything to me in bed. He didn't want to leave me here, but I wouldn't let his damned machine abort my baby, and there wasn't another choice. He told me to run away and hide and stay a long way away from where they'd be growing surinomaz. When we heard Parsons plotting to throw you out, we thought I'd have a better chance if I stayed with you. Les even told me to marry you. Maybe I would have, too, if you hadn't met your raven-haired beauty-"

Rick didn't know what to say to that. Would he have found Gwen attractive if he hadn't met Tylara? It hardly mattered, and it was too late to worry about, anyway.

It was too late to worry about anything. He looked at his watch. Five and a half hours at most. And a battle to be fought in the morning. The battle didn't seem so important now. What was? Assume what Gwen said was true. What should he do about it?

"I wish you'd told me earlier," Rick said. "This makes-it makes everything we've done rather trivial."

"Not really. You've done rather well."

"I've survived. Look, we don't need Andrй's military equipment. I presume that you've got communications gear. You'd have to, if you expect Les to find you again."

She nodded. "I have a transceiver. He told me when to listen, and not to answer unless I hear a certain code phrase."

"So. I guess I can grow the damned crops for the Shalnuksis. Maybe we can even work itso they don't kill too many people with their bloody bombs. Tylara says the caves under Castle Dravan are even deeper than those in the Garioch. But it's pure dumb luck we can do what's needed because you wouldn't tell me enough to let me make an intelligent plan."

"I wish I had," Gwen said. "But I didn't really trust your abilities. We-Les and I-thought Parsons was right: that you were too inexperienced, that Parsons would have a much better chance.

"But Rick, it wasn't blind luck. Sure, all you were working for was survival, but you're an ethical man. I don't think it's luck at all. Ethical actions may be the best survival tactics after all. I wish I'd acted that way. Instead I trusted Parsons, knowing he'd use brutal tactics-and he failed completely. I wish we'd warned you about the mutiny and told you everything we knew."

"So do I."

He thought about what she'd said. Had he acted ethically? Not always. He had tried, and that had to count for something.

Ethics as the best survival policy, even without complete information? He wasn't sure he could accept that as a general proposition, even though it had worked here and now and this time. The most you could say for sure is that if you did the ethical thing and you did survive, you'd have an easier time living with yourself.

Which, he thought, brings up another point. He sighed and turned toward the door. "Jamiy."

"Sir." The orderly came into the pavilion.

"We took one of Sarakos's officers prisoner this afternoon," Rick said. "Bring him 'to me, and bring me parchment, pen, and ink."

"Yes, sir."

"Why do you want him?" Gwen asked.

"Ethics. You said that the most practical action is the ethical one. I'm not sure I believe that, but I am sure I've got no business sitting here waiting for a bomb to go off under a dozen men I brought to this planet."

Her eyes widened. "What are you going to do?"

"What I should have done in the first place," Rick said. "I'm going to send a letter to Andrй Parsons and offer to parley."

3

"Man, are ye daft?" Drumold demanded. "We hae won, and you would throw it away." He looked sideways at Rick. "I had thought you loyal-"

"They are his countrymen," Tylara said. "As is Gwen. We are not."

"You know better," Rick said angrily. "Aye. They are my countrymen. I brought them here, as Tylara reminded me. And if bringing them made me responsible to the people they oppressed am I less responsible to my own men?" And then, bitterly:

"You are in no danger. Dughuilas never tires of saying that I have never fought in a battle. You do not need me."

"If you are offended by Dughuilas' words, I will have his head brought to you," Drumold said. "Och, talk sense. You know full well your value to us. As do we. Wi'out your direction we fight as we did before you came, as a mob. 'Tis your craft that bested the Romans. If we have not often enough told you that we know your value, I tell you now. Do not be offended by hasty words spoken wi'out thought. I do not doubt your loyalty, and well can I understand that you wish to save your countrymen. But think of the risk!"

"I have," Rick said. "It's mostly to me. I've pla

"I do not care for this at all," Drumold said.

"Nor I." Tylara pointed to Gwen. "What has she said to take away your senses?"

"I didn't want him to do this!" Gwen protested.

"It would take too long to explain," Rick said. "But I tell you this. If I am killed tonight or tomorrow, the only way you'll live through the Time is to listen to Gwen and do as she tells you." He looked at his watch. "It's time to go. I told Parsons I'd meet him and Elliot and one other on the road midway between the lines. Mason-"

"No sir."