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Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.</p> + </div> + <div id="the_beginning"> </div> + <div id="title_page"><a class="pagenum" id="page49" title="49"> </a> + <div id="title_image_1" class="image"> + <img src="images/title-1.png" width="472" height="135" alt="Various scenes of a satellite circling the moon" /> + </div> + <div id="title_image_2" class="image"> + <img src="images/title-2.png" width="286" height="709" alt="A lumpy man-like alien with 4 eyes holds what appears to be a coffee cup." /> + </div> + <h1>THEY ALSO SERVE</h1> + <p class="author">By DONALD E. + WESTLAKE</p> + <p class="prolog">Why should people hate + vultures? After all, a vulture + never kills anyone…</p> + <p class="author">Illustrated by Douglas</p> + </div> + + +<p class="first_paragraph"><a class="pagenum" id="page50" title="50"> </a><img src="images/t.png" width="73" height="70" alt="T" /><span class="first_word">The</span> launch carrying the +mail, supplies and replacements +eased slowly +in toward the base, +keeping the bulk of the +Moon between itself and Earth. Captain +Ebor, seated at the controls, guided +the ship to the rocky uneven +ground with the easy carelessness of +long practice, then cut the drive, got +to his walking tentacles, and +stretched. Donning his spacesuit, he +left the ship to go over to the dome +and meet Darquelnoy, the base commander.</p> + +<p>An open ground-car was waiting +for him beside the ship. The driver, +encased in his spacesuit, crossed tentacles +in a sloppy salute, and Ebor returned +the gesture quite as sloppily. +Here on the periphery, cast formalities +were all but dispensed with.</p> + +<p>Ebor stood for a moment and +watched the unloading. The cargo +crew, used to working in spacesuits, +had one truck already half full. The +replacements, unused to spacesuits +and, in addition, awed and a bit +startled by the bleakness of this satellite, +were moving awkwardly down +the ramp.</p> + +<p>Satisfied that the unloading was +proceeding smoothly, Ebor climbed +aboard the ground-car, awkward in +his suit, and settled back heavily in +the seat to try to get used to gravity +again. The gravity of this Moon was +slight, of course—barely one-sixth +the gravity of the Home World or +most of the colonies—but it still +took getting used to, after a long +trip in free-fall.</p> + +<p>The driver sat at the controls, and +the car jerked into motion. Ebor, +looking up, noticed for the first time +that the dome wasn’t there any more. +The main dome, housing the staff and +equipment of the base, just wasn’t +there.</p> + +<p>And the driver, he now saw, was +aiming the car toward the nearby +crater wall. Extending two of his +eyes till they almost touched the +face-plate of his helmet, he could see +activity at the base of the crater wall, +and what looked like an air-lock entrance. +He wondered what had +caused the change, which had obviously +been done at top speed. The +last time he’d been here, not very +long ago, the dome had still been intact, +and there had been no hint of +any impending move underground.</p> + +<p>The driver steered the car into the +open air lock, and they waited until +the first cargo truck had lumbered in +after them. Then the outer door +closed, the pumps were turned on, +and in a minute the red light flashed +over the inner door. Ebor removed +the spacesuit gratefully, left it in the +car, and walked clumsily through the +inner door into the new base.</p> + +<p>A good job had been done on it, +for all the speed. Rooms and corridors +has been melted out of the rock, the +floors had been carpeted, the walls +painted, and the ceiling lined with +light panels. All of the furnishings +had been transferred here from the +original dome, and the result looked, +on the whole, quite livable. As livable +as the dome had been, at least.</p> + +<p>But the base commander, Darquelnoy, +<a class="pagenum" id="page51" title="51"> </a>waiting for his old friend Ebor +near the inner door of the lock, +looked anything but happy with the +arrangement. At Ebor’s entrance he +raised a limp tentacle in weary greeting +and said, “Come in, my friend, +come in. Tell me the new jokes from +home. I could use some cheering up.”</p> + +<p>“None worth telling,” said Ebor. +He looked around. “What’s happened +here?” he asked. “Why’ve you +gone underground? Why do you +need cheering up?”</p> + +<p>Darquelnoy clicked his eyes in despair. +“Those <em>things</em>!” he cried. +“Those annoying little creatures on +that blasted planet up there!”</p> + +<p>Ebor repressed an amused ripple. +He knew Darquelnoy well enough to +know that the commander invariably +overstated things. “What’ve they +been up to, Dar?” he asked. “Come +on, you can tell me over a hot cup of +restno.”</p> + +<p>“I’ve been practically living on the +stuff for the last two dren,” said Darquelnoy +hopelessly. “Well, I suppose +another cup won’t kill me. Come on to +my quarters.”</p> + +<p>“I’ve worked up a fine thirst on the +trip,” Ebor told him.</p> + +<hr class="thoughtbreak" /> + +<p class="post_thoughtbreak">The two walked down the long +corridor together and Ebor said, +“Well? What happened?”</p> + +<p>“They came here,” Darquelnoy +told him simply. At Ebor’s shocked +look, he rippled in wan amusement +and said, “Oh, it wasn’t as bad as it +might have been, I suppose. It was +just that we had to rush around so +frantically, unloading and dismantling +the dome, getting this place +ready—”</p> + +<p>“What do you mean, they <em>came</em> +here?” demanded Ebor.</p> + +<p>“They are absolutely the worst +creatures for secrecy in the entire +galaxy!” exclaimed Darquelnoy in irritation. +“Absolutely the worst.”</p> + +<p>“Then you’ve picked up at least +one of their habits,” Ebor told him. +“Now stop talking in circles and tell +me what happened.”</p> + +<p>“They built a spaceship, is the long +and the short of it,” Darquelnoy answered.</p> + +<p>Ebor stopped in astonishment. +“No!”</p> + +<p>“Don’t tell me no!” cried Darquelnoy. +“I <em>saw</em> it!” He was obviously at +his wit’s end.</p> + +<p>“It’s unbelievable,” said Ebor.</p> + +<p>“I know,” said Darquelnoy. He led +the way into his quarters, motioned +Ebor to a perch, and rang for his orderly. +“It was just a little remote-controlled +apparatus, of course,” he +said. “The fledgling attempt, you +know. But it circled this Moon here, +busily taking pictures, and went right +back to the planet again, giving us all +a terrible fright. There hadn’t been +the slightest indication they were +planning anything <em>that</em> spectacular.”</p> + +<p>“None?” asked Ebor. “Not a +hint?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, they’ve been boasting about +doing some such thing for ages,” +Darquelnoy told him. “But there was +never any indication that they were +finally serious about it. They have all +sorts of military secrecy, of course, +and so you never know a thing is +<a class="pagenum" id="page52" title="52"> </a>going to happen until it does.”</p> + +<p>“Did they get a picture of the dome?”</p> + +<p>“Thankfully, no. And before they +had a chance to try again, I whipped +everything underground.”</p> + +<p>“It must have been hectic,” Ebor +said sympathetically.</p> + +<p>“It was,” said Darquelnoy simply.</p> + +<p>The orderly entered. Darquelnoy +told him, “Two restno,” and he left +again.</p> + +<p>“I can’t imagine them making a +spaceship,” said Ebor thoughtfully. +“I would have thought they’d have +blown themselves up long before +reaching that stage.”</p> + +<p>“I would have thought so, too,” said +Darquelnoy. “But there it is. At the +moment, they’ve divided themselves +into two camps—generally speaking, +that is—and the two sides are trying +like mad to outdo each other in everything. +As a part of it, they’re shooting +all sorts of rubbish into space and +crowing every time a piece of the +other side’s rubbish malfunctions.”</p> + +<p>“They could go on that way indefinitely,” +said Ebor.</p> + +<p>“I know,” said Darquelnoy gloomily. +“And here we sit.”</p> + +<p>Ebor nodded, studying his friend. +“You don’t suppose this is all a waste +of time, do you?” he asked, after a +minute.</p> + +<p>Darquelnoy shook a tentacle in +negation. “Not at all, not at all. +They’ll get around to it, sooner or +later. They’re still boasting themselves +into the proper frame of mind, +that’s all.”</p> + +<p>Ebor rippled in sympathetic +<a class="pagenum" id="page53" title="53"> </a>amusement. “I imagine you sometimes +wish you could give them a little +prodding in the right direction,” +he said.</p> + +<p>Darquelnoy fluttered his tentacles +in horror, crying, “Don’t even <em>think</em> +of such a thing!”</p> + +<p>“I know, I know,” said Ebor hastily. +“The laws—”</p> + +<p>“Never mind the laws,” snapped +Darquelnoy. “I’m not even thinking +about the laws. Frankly, if it would +do any good, I might even consider +breaking one or two of the laws, and +the devil with my conditioning.”</p> + +<p>“You <em>are</em> upset,” said Ebor at that.</p> + +<p>“But if we were to interfere with +those creatures up there,” continued +Darquelnoy, “interfere with them in +any way at all, it would be absolutely +disastrous.”</p> + +<p>The orderly returned at that point, +with two steaming cups of restno. +Darquelnoy and Ebor accepted the +cups and the orderly left, making a +sloppy tentacle-cross salute, which +the two ignored.</p> + +<hr class="thoughtbreak" /> + +<p class="post_thoughtbreak">“I wasn’t talking necessarily about +attacking them, you know,” said Ebor, +returning to the subject.</p> + +<p>“Neither was I,” Darquelnoy told +him. “We wouldn’t have to attack +them. All we would have to do is let +them know we’re here. Not even <em>why</em> +we’re here, just the simple fact of our +presence. That would be enough. +<em>They</em> would attack <em>us</em>.”</p> + +<p>Ebor extended his eyes in surprise. +“As vicious as all that?”</p> + +<p>“Chilling,” Darquelnoy told him. +“Absolutely chilling.”</p> + +<p><a class="pagenum" id="page54" title="54"> </a>“Then I’m surprised they haven’t +blown themselves to pieces long before +this.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, well,” said Darquelnoy, “you +see, they’re cowards, too. They have +to boast and brag and shout a while +before they finally get to clawing +and biting at one another.”</p> + +<p>Ebor waved a tentacle. “Don’t make +it so vivid.”</p> + +<p>“Sorry,” apologized Darquelnoy. +He drained his cup of restno. “Out +here,” he said, “living next door to the +little beasts day after day, one begins +to lose one’s sensibilities.”</p> + +<p>“It has been a long time,” agreed +Ebor.</p> + +<p>“Longer than we had originally +anticipated,” Darquelnoy said frankly. +“We’ve been ready to move in for +I don’t know how long. And instead +we just sit here and wait. Which +isn’t good for morale, either.”</p> + +<p>“No, I don’t imagine it is.”</p> + +<p>“There’s already a theory among +some of the workmen that the blow-up +just isn’t going to happen, ever. +And since that ship went circling by, +of course, morale has hit a new low.”</p> + +<p>“It would have been nasty if they’d +spotted you,” said Ebor.</p> + +<p>“Nasty?” echoed Darquelnoy. “Catastrophic, +you mean. All that crowd +up there needs is an enemy, and it +doesn’t much matter to them who +that enemy is. If they were to suspect +that we were here, they’d forget their +own little squabbles at once and start +killing us instead. And that, of course, +would mean that they’d be united, for +the first time in their history, and +who knows how long it would take +them before they’d get back to killing +one another again.”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said Ebor, “you’re underground +now. And it can’t possibly +take them <em>too</em> much longer.”</p> + +<p>“One wouldn’t think so,” agreed +Darquelnoy. “In a way,” he added, +“that spaceship was a hopeful sign. +It means that they’ll be sending a +manned ship along pretty soon, and +that should do the trick. As soon as +one side has a base on the Moon, the +other side is bound to get things +started.”</p> + +<p>“A relief for you, eh?” said Ebor.</p> + +<p>“You know,” said Darquelnoy +thoughtfully, “I can’t help thinking I +was born in the wrong age. All this +scrabbling around, searching everywhere +for suitable planets. Back when +the Universe was younger, there were +lots and lots of planets to colonize. +Now the old problem of half-life is +taking its toll, and we can’t even hope +to keep up with the birth rate any +more. If it weren’t for the occasional +planets like that one up there, I don’t +know what we’d do.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t worry,” Ebor told him. +“They’ll have their atomic war pretty +soon, and leave us a nice high-radiation +planet to colonize.”</p> + +<p>“I certainly hope it’s soon,” said +Darquelnoy. “This waiting gets on +one’s nerves.” He rang for the orderly.</p> + +<div id="the_end"> + <p>THE END</p> +</div> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 30474 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/30474-h/images/t.png b/30474-h/images/t.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..45586b0 --- /dev/null +++ b/30474-h/images/t.png diff --git a/30474-h/images/title-1.png b/30474-h/images/title-1.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..bb20090 --- /dev/null +++ b/30474-h/images/title-1.png diff --git a/30474-h/images/title-2.png b/30474-h/images/title-2.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..355b8e6 --- /dev/null +++ b/30474-h/images/title-2.png |
