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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: The Man Who Liked Lions - -Author: John Bernard Daley - -Release Date: March 10, 2022 [eBook #67603] - -Language: English - -Produced by: Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MAN WHO LIKED LIONS *** - - - - - - The Man Who Liked Lions - - By JOHN BERNARD DALEY - - Illustrated by ORBAN - - _A zoo is a place where some people make - sport of lower animals. That included Kemper, - but for him people were the lower animals!_ - - [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from - Infinity Science Fiction, October 1956. - Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that - the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] - - -Mr. Kemper leaned on the rail, watching the caged lions asleep in the -August sun. At his side a woman lifted a whimpering little girl to her -shoulder and said, "Stop that! Look at the lions!" Then she jiggled the -girl up and down. The lion opened yellow eyes, lifted his head from -between his paws and yawned. Immediately the girl put her fingers over -her face and began to cry. "Shut up!" said the woman. "You shut up -right now or I'll tell that big lion to eat you up!" Looking through -her fingers the girl said, "Lions don't eat little girls." The woman -shook her. "Of course they do! I said they did, didn't I?" - -"Lions seldom eat people," said Mr. Kemper. With all of her two -hundred pounds the woman turned to face him. "Well!" she said. The word -hung like an icicle in the warm air, but Mr. Kemper waved it aside. -"Only old lions resort to human flesh. Except for the famous incident -of the Tsavo man-eaters, of course." The woman pulled her arm tighter -around the girl, elbow up, as if to ward him off. "Come on, Shirl," -she said. "Let's go look at the taggers." And with a warning look over -her shoulder she lunged away from the rail. A big man with an unlit -cigarette in his mouth took her place. - -As her wide back swayed down the walk, Mr. Kemper wondered if she had -a special intuition about him, like dogs, whose noses warned them -that he was not quite the kind of man they were accustomed to. Women, -particularly those with children, seemed to feel that way. He watched -her leave, having decided that she was unsuited for what he had in mind. - -Two things happened simultaneously, interrupting his thoughts. The big -man beside him tapped him on the shoulder and asked him for a match; at -the same time Kemper saw, just beyond the retreating woman, a man in a -tweed jacket and gray slacks, watching him. For a second they stared -at each other and Kemper felt a mind-probe dart swiftly against his -shield. He tightened the shield and waited. The man was heavily tanned, -like Kemper, with unusually wide eyes and a dolichocephalic head. He -had remarkable cheek-bones; they appeared to slant forward toward the -middle of his face, which was very narrow and long in the jaw. He -looked a lot like Mr. Kemper, the way one Caucasian looks like another -to an Eskimo. His glance swerved from Kemper to the lion cage; then -he turned his back, a little too casually. Breath hissed softly from -between Mr. Kemper's teeth. - - * * * * * - -The big man said, "Hey, buddy, I asked do you have a match?" - -"What? No, I don't smoke." His thoughts racing, he faced the lion cage. -The tanned man had turned away, obviously not wanting to contact him, -but why? He knew who Kemper was; there was no doubt of that. Frowning -slightly, Mr. Kemper looked at the chewed hunks of horsemeat and bone -on the cage floor, and the vibrating flies. The only logical answer was -that the man was waiting for reinforcements. Even now he was probably -contacting the Three Councils. Still, that gave Kemper a reasonable -chance; it took a while for even the most powerful minds to move along -the pathways of time. Beside him the big man was talking again. "You -feel okay, pal? You looked kind of far away there all of a sudden. -Maybe you oughta go over in the shade." - -"Not at all. I was only thinking of something." - -"Yeah?" The man took the cigarette from his mouth and put it in his -shirt pocket. "Say, I heard you telling that broad there lions don't -eat people. You sure about that?" - -"Quite sure. Look at them. Do you think they need to depend on anything -as slow as Homo Sapiens for food?" With another part of his brain he -wondered how many men would be sent to take him back. There was one -point in his favor, however. He had nothing to lose. - -"I don't know, pal. All I ever see them do is sleep. Always laying on -their fat backs, like now." - -"Well, that's not unusual. Lions sleep in the daytime and hunt at -night." - -"Yeah? What the hell good is that? The zoo closes at 5:30, don't it?" - -Kemper looked at him dispassionately. He thought: "You fool, what would -you say if you knew that you were talking to a man who hunted your ape -ancestors through the forests of a million years ago? Could your pigmy -brain accept that?" - -The man jabbed him on the shoulder again. "Look at that big one with -the black streaks in his hair. Ain't he something? Why don't he jump -around in there like the chimps do?" - -"Maybe he doesn't know it's expected of him," Kemper answered, hoping -that the arrival of the man in the tweed jacket would not affect his -sport of the moment. - -"You know, I'd like to see a couple of those babies mixing it up. Like -the lion against the tiger, maybe. Who do you think would win a hassle -like that, anyway?" - -"The lion," Mr. Kemper said. He decided that the game would go on; -an idea was beginning to scratch at the corners of his mind. Looking -around with what he hoped was a conspiratorial air, he jabbed his -elbow into the big man's stomach. "Listen, you'd like to see some -action, would you? Suppose you be here in say--two hours. At three -o'clock." - -"Yeah? What kind of action? You ain't trying to kid me, are you, buddy?" - -Shrugging, Mr. Kemper looked at the flies swarming in the cage. "It's -just a tip. Take it or leave it, buddy." He turned, brushed by the -scowling man, and left the rail. Although it was getting hotter he -walked down the cement in the sun, avoiding the shade of the tall -hedges opposite the row of cages. He went toward the stairway that -lifted from the lion court to the terrace where the central zoo -building stood. Behind the building was the main enclosure; the zoo -itself was terraced along two hillsides, with more hills in the -distance. It was not a large zoo, nor was it a good place to hide. But -Mr. Kemper did not intend to hide. - -In the cages he passed were other cats: cheetahs, leopards, puma and -tigers, lying with heaving flanks, or lolling red-tongued on the stone -floors. They hadn't changed too much, he decided, except in size. Even -the streak-maned lion was puny in comparison with the lions that Kemper -had known. He walked up to the drinking fountain by the stairway, the -sun in his face. He was almost tempted to stare contemptuously up at -it. Bending over the fountain he caught the dusty smell of the cats -among popcorn, rootbeer and ice cream smells and the sweat stink of -people. He straightened, wiping his lips, and remembered the somber -jungles of the Pliocene, black-green in the sun that was a fist against -your head; the plains of javelin-tall, yellow grass swinging to the -horizon; and in the hills the lions with hides like hammered brass, -the deadly, roaring lions. He remembered too, with the smell of those -lions thick as dust in his mouth, the cities of his people, the proud -people who had discovered the secrets of time through the science of -their minds, a science unknown to the world he was in now. He looked up -slowly and saw the man in the tweed jacket standing at the top of the -stairway. - -When their eyes met, Kemper probed with an arrow-swift thought but the -other had his mind-shield up. The man turned, and moved behind a group -of women. The man was gone when Kemper got to the top of the steps. "So -that's the way you want it," he said, looking around. Two sidewalks -led from the stair top; one went up the hill to the aviary, the other -around the south wing of the building. He took the one that rounded -the wing. "I doubt," he said, "if we'll play peek-a-boo all afternoon, -however." An old lady twitching along the walk gave him a nasty look as -he passed. - - * * * * * - -He went by the zebra corral where a small boy was picking up stones -and turned into the side entrance of the wing. He went down the dim -corridor, turned left at the men's room, then right and left again, and -came finally to a small yard partially hidden from the main enclosure -by an extension of the wing. In the yard was only one exhibit, a beaver -pool surrounded by a waist-high stone wall. Two teen-aged boys sprawled -on the wall; otherwise the place was deserted. Mr. Kemper studied the -boys. Here was game to his liking. He went over and sat down on a bench -in the sun. - -The boys, twins in levis, saddle-shoes, T-shirts and long hair, leaned -over the pool. There was something odd about the actions of the blond -one who tilted dangerously near the water. He moved, spasmodically, and -Mr. Kemper saw the flicker of sunlight on the long stick held like a -spear in his hand, and heard a splash. Cursing, the boy pushed himself -upright and dropped from the wall, shaking water from the stick. "You -missed," said the other one. - -"I'll show that flat-tailed rat," said the blond boy. From a back -pocket he took a clasp-knife and snapped it open, and from a side -pocket a length of twine. With swift, vicious twists he started to tie -the knife-handle to the end of the stick. He made two knots and said, -"Man, look at that. That'll hold it, man." - -"What about the cat on the bench over there? What if he sees us?" - -"Him? So what if he does? We can handle him. Anyway, he's got his eyes -shut, ain't he?" - -The sun tingled on the tops of Mr. Kemper's ears as he listened, his -eyes half-shut. "Okay, give me lots of room on the wall," the blond boy -said. There was a rasping of cloth on stone. Then Mr. Kemper closed his -eyes and made a picture in the darkness of his mind, a small, bright -picture that he blotted out immediately after it was formed. By the -pool, metal clattered on stone. - -The blond boy yelled, "Hey, what'd you shove me for? Look what you did!" - -"Me? I never touched you, you jerk!" - -"The hell you didn't. Look at that damn knife!" - -Opening his eyes, Mr. Kemper looked at the pieces of knife blade -scattered at the boy's feet and, a little to one side, the broken -stick. He smiled and settled back on the bench, listening to the -argument. The boys shouted and waved their arms, but that was all. As -for their invective, he felt it lacked originality; he tired of it -quickly. He got up from the bench and walked toward them. The argument -stopped. - -They looked at him with cold arrogant eyes. "Hello," he said. - -They looked away. "You hear something, man?" said the blond boy. - -"Not a thing, Jack, not a thing," the other answered. - -The smile on Mr. Kemper's face was his best, his friendliest; it had -taken him hours of practice in front of mirrors. "_Apes, your fathers -were not arrogant when they died screaming on our spears. They were -not bold when our hunting cats ripped their bellies._" Aloud he said, -"You know, I'm a stranger around here and I thought you might be able -to help me. Just what is it that's going on at the lion cage at three -o'clock today?" - -"We ain't heard nothing about no lion's cage, dad. We got our own -troubles." - -"Yeah, our own troubles. Get lost, dad." - -"It sounded very interesting, something about a big hassle in the -cages." - -The boys lifted their eyebrows and looked sidelong at each other. The -blond one said, "I told you to get lost, dad. Take five. You know, -depart away from here." - -Mr. Kemper said, "Well, thanks anyway," and was still smiling as he -left them. - - * * * * * - -It was hotter when he reached the main enclosure, but still cool by his -standards. At a refreshment stand he ordered a hot dog with mustard. -As he waited, leaning against the counter, he saw the man in the tweed -jacket among a group of people walking toward the elephant yard. He -paid for the hot dog, picked it up, and walked along the path, keeping -the jacket in sight. - -The man in tweed went by the elephants, past the giraffes and the -zebras, then around the south wing of the building. Up the walk toward -the aviary he went, with Kemper not too far behind. At the top of the -hill the man stopped in front of the aviary. It was a wide enclosure -fenced by bars thirty feet high. In the larger section were the myriad -ducks, cranes, gulls and other harmless birds; walled off from these -were eagles, vultures, and condors squatting on carved balconies. From -the hilltop there was a fine view of the zoo grounds below. The man in -the tweed jacket turned, apparently to look down the hill, but instead -looked squarely at Mr. Kemper standing a few feet away. - -Neither of them said anything. The man in tweed seemed embarrassed. -Mr. Kemper took a bite of the hot dog and chewed reflectively. After -a while he said, "I suppose I ought to recognize you, but I don't. -Council of Science, no doubt." - -The man answered stiffly: "Ulbasar, of the First Science Council. Lord -Kjem, you are under arrest." - -"You'd better use words; it's less liable to make anyone suspicious. -You might have dressed a little more intelligently, too." - -Ulbasar ran his hand over his jacket lapels. "But it's cold. How do you -stand it in that light shirt?" - -"Very simple; I'm wearing long underwear." - -"Well, you've obviously been here much longer than I have." - -"Yes," said Kemper. "I've been here quite a while." - -They didn't speak again for several minutes. In front of them some -girls pressed against the mesh screen that reinforced the bars, eyeing -a pompous small duck. "Let's go," said one of the girls. "These birds -are too disgusting. I mean, they're so ugly!" - -"She thinks the birds are ugly," said Mr. Kemper. Laughing, he turned -to Ulbasar. "Well, what do you think of the scavenging little ape of -our marshland now?" - -Ulbasar shook his head. "Incredible. Thoroughly incredible." - -Mr. Kemper said, "Look at them. They laugh at the birds, they laugh -at the monkeys; I have even seen some of them laughing at the lions." -He scanned the people at the bars, the sweaty men with crooked noses, -sagging bellies, bald heads and hairy arms. There were women in shorts, -gray women whose legs pillared up to fearsome, rolling buttocks; girls -with smeared mouths and rough-shaven legs and sandals strapped across -their fat, wiggling toes. "The females are unbelievable," Kemper said, -"but you should see the children." - -He finished his hot dog and wiped his hands on his handkerchief. "Well, -Ulbasar, where are the others?" - -"Others? There are no others. I came alone." - -Kemper, his eyes on the people at the cage, slowly folded his -handkerchief. Without warning he flung the full force of his mind-probe -at the man beside him. Ulbasar staggered and lurched to his left, -throwing out a desperate block that was contemptuously brushed aside. -Kemper reached out, gripped his arm, then eased the power of the probe. -"Don't lie to me," he said softly. "It will take more than one of you -to force me to go back; you know that. Now, where are the others?" - -"Only one other," said Ulbasar, shaking his head. "Lord Gteris. He's on -his way. None of the rest were close enough to contact." - -"That's better. So they sent Gteris, eh? It's been a long time since -Gteris and I hunted together, a very long time." He looked up as the -condor on the highest perch spread its wings and cocked its head toward -the wire mesh roof of the cage. - -Words burbled from Ulbasar, who still looked shaken. "The Nobles -demanded that Lord Gteris come. The Science Council insisted that only -our men handle it, and they're considerably agitated. There's been -open conflict between Nobles and Scientists at the Sessions, and the -tribunal is worried. They want you returned, and they want you returned -quickly." - -"Politics, always politics," said Kemper, letting loose his grip on -Ulbasar's arm. - -"The Scientists are putting a lot of pressure on the tribunal. They -feel there's danger to us each moment you spend here in the future. -They're worried about the time-pattern." - -"That's ridiculous. How can a man from the past affect the future? -Besides, it isn't our future; it belongs to the ape-people." - -"I know, but that makes no difference." - -"I've been to their libraries. There are no records of us, unless you -count some foolish legends of continents sinking in the sea." He looked -at a man a few feet away who was throwing popcorn at a gull. A piece -of popcorn bounced off the gull's head, and the man laughed. People -standing nearby laughed too, and the man pitched more popcorn. Sighing, -Kemper looked at his wrist watch. "When is he coming?" - -"I don't know, precisely, and that's the truth." - -Kemper thought about it. It would take a while. After Gteris arrived -there would be important details to occupy him, such as assimilating -the manners and mores of this era and getting proper clothing. He said, -"When he comes you'll have no trouble finding me. I won't leave the -grounds; I give my word." - -"The word of a renegade and a fugitive?" Ulbasar was himself again. - -"The word of a Noble," said Kemper, turning away from him coldly. - -"One thing more, Lord Kjem," Ulbasar said. "The time rift. We have -orders to go back with you along the rift you used, making certain that -you seal it behind us. Is it close by?" - -"That I will tell you when I have to," said Kemper, turning completely -around this time and walking away. - - * * * * * - -Ulbasar would keep close watch on him, he knew, until Gteris came. That -they intended to make him close his time rift made sense; the rift was -dangerous to the over-all pattern. When he had left hastily he had -forced his way through time with his mind-matrix, knowing that pursuit -would have been swift if he had taken one of the normal time paths. -The rift he had made was obvious, but would respond to no one but him. -Others could accompany him through it, however, as he led the way. -Gteris and Ulbasar could go with him and, controlling his mind, make -him close the rift behind him. - -So he walked briskly, knowing he had much to do in an uncertain amount -of time. The sun was higher, pale in the glazed sky. Disheveled, -harassed-looking people passed him, sweat stains dark on their clothes, -and with them were fretful children. Mr. Kemper walked, and the people -went by him, on their way to laugh at the monkeys, throw stones at the -bears, and call "Kitty, kitty, kitty" to the leopards. - -At a stand opposite the polar bears, near the north wing of the central -building, he stopped to get a cup of coffee, but there was none for -sale, so instead he bought a paper cup full of a green drink. He sipped -it, watching a big white bear loafing in the pool. A little to one -side of him a young man was arguing with a boy who wanted cotton candy. -From below them, and to their right, came a low rumbling. "What's -that, Daddy?" said the boy. "It's only the lions roaring," his father -answered. - -"They're not roaring, actually," said Mr. Kemper. "They're grunting, -and clearing their throats." - -The boy looked at Mr. Kemper with interest, but his father frowned. "It -sounds like roaring to me," he said. - -Mr. Kemper smiled at the boy. "Oh no. If the lions were roaring you -could hear nothing else. It's a sound you never forget, a sound that -rips the wind and shakes the trees with thunder." - -"I could forget it, Mac," said the counterman, leaning on his elbows -and winking at the boy's father. - -"I want to hear the lions roar," the boy said. - -"For Pete's sake, what do you want? Make up your mind; do you want -lions or cotton candy?" The boy's father looked exasperated. - -"If you go to the lion cage at three o'clock today you'll hear them -roar," Mr. Kemper said. - -Shortly after that the young man dragged away his little boy, who was -still insisting he wanted to hear the lions roar. Eventually, everyone -who talked with Mr. Kemper went away rather suddenly. Mr. Kemper, -unabashed, drank from his paper cup and thought about the ravages of -time. - -A woman and a man came around the corner of the building that faced the -polar bears. The woman was red-faced, her voice a thin rasping. "All -you want to do is watch those damn chips. You'd watch those chips all -day if I didn't drag you away from there. Chips, chips, I'm sick of -chips." - -"Chimps," said Mr. Kemper as they went by. "Chimps, not chips. Chimps, -lady, with an 'm' in it." - -The counterman, moving toward him, wiped the counter with a soggy rag -and said, "Listen, Mac, what's all this with the lions?" - -Mr. Kemper looked at him. "Oh, do you like lions?" - -"Well, it's like this," the counterman said. But he had no chance to -finish. There was an animal shriek of pain from the other side of the -building. The polar bears lifted their heads. Putting his unfinished -drink on the counter, Mr. Kemper went toward the sound. - - * * * * * - -In the high cage that housed the chimpanzees, at the corner of the -wing, a chimp swung violently on a trapeze, scolding at another on the -cage floor. Kemper saw that the one on the trapeze was a female, the -other a bigger, older male. The male, his face grotesque with anger, -climbed the bars and got as close as he could to the trapeze. He hung -there, grabbing at the female as she swung past just out of reach. -There were only a few people near the cage, but most of them were -smiling. One of them, a gangling, tall man, ran about pointing a camera -first at the female, then the male. A lean woman, possibly his wife, -stood close to him. She put her hand on his arm. When Kemper saw her -eyes he moved behind the others and went toward her and the man with -the camera, taking a position a little to their right. - -"Do it again, Al," the lank woman said. "Make them mad again." Al -was sweating. He laughed, looked at the people around him, then -pushed black hair from his forehead and handed her the camera. "Okay, -okay," he said. "You get the shots now and don't goof it." He moved -disjointedly, like a puppet, as close to the cage as he could, directly -beneath the periphery of the trapeze's swinging arc. - -He started to jiggle, then jumped up and down, making faces at the -female. "Chee, chee!" he called. He danced, capering loosely, flapping -long arms against his thighs. "Haaah, haaah, haaah," he yelled. -"Haaah! Aargh!" - -Angered, the female chattered at him. When the trapeze swung to the top -of its arc she leaped and caught the cage bars, then dropped down them -until she was only a few feet above the capering man. She screeched -at him, pounding one hand against a bar, and the spectators laughed. -On the opposite side of the cage the male chimp dropped to the floor -and scuttled toward her. Stopping beneath her, he lifted his arms and -growled low in his throat. She turned, snarling, and began to climb -bars. With a last wild screech at the shouting, dancing man outside -the cage she jumped, just as the male's fingers brushed her foot. Far -over his head she went, then thumped to the floor. He dropped, and ran -after her. She was climbing toward the trapeze again when he caught -her. He sidled in, cuffing at her, then they grappled. A scream split -the air as his teeth sank into her shoulder. Added now to the smells of -popcorn, sweat and cotton candy was the smell of blood. - -There was quiet in the cage and out of it as the female backed away -from the hunched male. Unmolested, she climbed the bars slowly and -swung to the trapeze, where she sat with one hand held to her bleeding -shoulder. On the floor of the cage the male lifted both arms to her. - -The spectators breathed again. "Did you get it?" said Al. "Did you? -What a shot! Terrific, but terrific!" - -"I got it, Al, I got it!" his wife said, eyes shining. - -Mr. Kemper grinned at Al and shook his head admiringly. "Say, that was -quite a performance." Still breathing hard, Al shoved his hair out of -his eyes and returned the grin. - -"Oh, Al's great," his wife said. "You ought to see him sometime at a -party." - -Mr. Kemper said, "He certainly does have talent." - -"Ah, it's nothing," Al said. "Nothing to it, fella. You sure you got -those shots, Baby?" - -Moving closer, Mr. Kemper lowered his voice. "Listen, would you like to -get some really terrific shots? Ones you'd remember all your life?" - -Al looked at him. "Yeah. Shots of what?" - -"Be at the lion cage at three o'clock. You'll never have a chance like -this again, believe me." - -"Sure, sure, but shots of what, friend?" - -So Mr. Kemper bent his head and whispered to him, and as he did he saw -the gleam start deep in Al's eyes and swell to the pale surfaces. But -Al's eyes didn't gleam the way his wife's did. And after a while Mr. -Kemper left them, and the cage that was silent except for the slow -creaking of the trapeze. - -After looking at his watch Mr. Kemper walked faster. The sun dropped in -the sticky sky and there was only a faint wind. And for the next hour -or so Mr. Kemper was here, there and everywhere. If there was a bunch -of little boys shouting at the rhinoceros, then Mr. Kemper was there, -smiling and nodding. When a party of college students stood making -dirty jokes about the baboons, there too was Mr. Kemper, eventually -saying something that made everyone stare at him. - -He was ubiquitous. He was with the people who craned their necks at -the giraffes, and the ones who laughed at the sleek sea lions darting -in their narrow troughs. He was with a family watching the anacondas -drooping in green cubicles; he was at the bison corral; he saw the -crocodile, the yak and the blesbok. And always, wherever he was, he had -a few words to say about the lions. And time passed. - - * * * * * - -It was exactly three o'clock when he stood again at the top of the -stairway above the lion court. A lot of people were milling and shoving -in front of the cages, a noisy crowd that made the lions nervous. They -were awake now, pacing their cells, and the leopards were awake, and -the jaguars. In the center cage the streak-maned lion put his head to -the floor and coughed. Behind him the lioness waited, tense. The lion -curved a paw around one of the bars and some of the people clapped -their hands. Others whistled; several looked at their watches. Kemper, -who was starting to smile again, watched the crowd. There was Al, his -camera, and his wife, close to the center cage. The two teen-aged boys -were near them. The little boy and his father were there, and many -others that Mr. Kemper was glad to see. Hands clasped behind him, he -stood looking down on them. Suddenly he felt powerful bonds clamp onto -his mind. - -Turning slowly around he saw Ulbasar walking down the hill toward him, -a tall man at his side. They stopped in front of him, their faces -dark in the sun. "Here he is," said Ulbasar. The tall man at his left -made the greeting sign of one Noble to another. "Lord Kjem," he said. -Returning the sign, Mr. Kemper said, "Lord Gteris." - -Gteris said, "I hate to do this; you know that. We were friends once. I -hope you won't try to resist." - -"I told Ulbasar I wouldn't. Together you're considerably stronger than -I am. I'd be a fool to try anything." - -"That's smart of you," said Gteris. "Now let's get to business. Ulbasar -says you wouldn't tell him the location of your time rift. Is this -true?" - -"Certainly. Does a Noble answer to a Scientist? But of course I'll tell -you, Gteris. The time rift is down there, behind the hedge opposite the -lion cage." - -All signs of friendliness left Gteris's face. He spun and gave orders. -"Ulbasar, you heard him. Go down there and see if he's telling the -truth. I'll stand guard over him. And keep the mind-block tight." - -Ulbasar nodded, and went down the steps. Mr. Kemper tested the -vise that pressed against his mind; it held much too well. Gteris -was looking at him reproachfully. "Really, Kjem, yours is conduct -unbecoming a Noble. If you had to murder somebody why did it have -to be a Scientist? And then all this forcing your own rift into the -time-pattern. The Nobles are unhappy with you, Kjem." - -"You know, I don't regret any of it," said Mr. Kemper, watching Ulbasar -moving close to the crowd by the cages. "Tell me, how's the hunting -back home?" - -"Not too bad; I got some fine hawks a while back. I still wish I could -handle cats the way you do, instead of--what's wrong with that crowd in -front of the cage down there?" - -Mr. Kemper said, "It's past three o'clock." - -Below them a big man pushed through the crowd toward Ulbasar, shouting, -"There's the guy told me to be here! There's the faker!" Ulbasar -hesitated, looked around, and stopped. The big man caught Ulbasar's -shoulder, and jabbed a finger against his chest. The crowd moved toward -them. - -Gteris said, "He's in trouble." - -"He's as good as dead right now," Kemper said. - -Gteris stared down at the crowd, then at Kemper. Swiftly he shot a -warning thought to Ulbasar, who caught it. As he did the pressure eased -slightly from Kemper's mind. It was enough. Kemper lashed out against -Gteris' block. They stood there, minds twisting in combat. Then as -Ulbasar was hemmed in by the crowd his support weakened, and Gteris -fought alone. Slowly, but inexorably he was forced back and out, and -Kemper's mind went free. Gteris' face was haggard. "Good gods, Kjem!" -he said. "Look at Ulbasar!" - -"You can still help him. I'm not holding you." - -Gteris looked wildly at him, then ran, bounding down the steps two at a -time. He ran toward the crowd and began shouting at Ulbasar. Kemper saw -the concentration on his face and knew he was trying to control the -crowd. It was then that Mr. Kemper closed his eyes. - -First he shut out the world around him: The dim sun on his ears, the -smells of dusty summer and popcorn, the sounds of the small wind and -the people. In the blackness of his mind he saw the lion court; each -bar of the cage and the yellow lions inside it; the crowd and the two -dark men. Then he made a picture of the bars loosening at the top of -the cage and the bottom, and the entire section of the cage front -sliding ponderously sideways. - -There was no sound anywhere. Then below him rang a gonging of steel -on cement and after that, the screaming, and over all of it, dwarfing -the yells and the echoing clangs, came a roar that ripped the wind and -shook the trees with thunder. - - * * * * * - -His eyes still closed, Kemper loosened the fronts of all the cages, -one by one. After that he put all his mind to directing the lions. To -Ulbasar he gave a quick death. Gteris he singled out for a special -favor; he sent the streak-maned lion at him. As the lion crouched, -Gteris stood unmoving, covering his face with his hands. "Stand and -fight!" Kemper shouted. "At least die like a Noble!" But Gteris did -not move, and the lion sprang. Kemper laughed, the old excitement of -the hunt surging in him as he sent the cats leaping and clawing. He -made sure that a special few of the ape-people died very slowly. In the -distance a siren wailed. - -Kemper did not hear the rushing sounds behind and above him. When he -did, he called the lions to him, desperately. He looked up at the -condors, hurtling like javelins, and behind them the eagles. And he -knew why Gteris, the hunter of condors and eagles, had not tried to -hold off the lions. Then the condors smashed down. - -The streak-maned lion came to him, but it was too late. Mr. Kemper lay -dying in the cold sun with the smell of lions like dust in his throat. - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MAN WHO LIKED LIONS *** - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the -United States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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That included Kemper,<br /> -but for him people were the lower animals!</i></p> - -<p>[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from<br /> -Infinity Science Fiction, October 1956.<br /> -Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that<br /> -the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]</p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/illus.jpg" alt=""/> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>Mr. Kemper leaned on the rail, watching the caged lions asleep in the -August sun. At his side a woman lifted a whimpering little girl to her -shoulder and said, "Stop that! Look at the lions!" Then she jiggled the -girl up and down. The lion opened yellow eyes, lifted his head from -between his paws and yawned. Immediately the girl put her fingers over -her face and began to cry. "Shut up!" said the woman. "You shut up -right now or I'll tell that big lion to eat you up!" Looking through -her fingers the girl said, "Lions don't eat little girls." The woman -shook her. "Of course they do! I said they did, didn't I?"</p> - -<p>"Lions seldom eat people," said Mr. Kemper. With all of her two -hundred pounds the woman turned to face him. "Well!" she said. The word -hung like an icicle in the warm air, but Mr. Kemper waved it aside. -"Only old lions resort to human flesh. Except for the famous incident -of the Tsavo man-eaters, of course." The woman pulled her arm tighter -around the girl, elbow up, as if to ward him off. "Come on, Shirl," -she said. "Let's go look at the taggers." And with a warning look over -her shoulder she lunged away from the rail. A big man with an unlit -cigarette in his mouth took her place.</p> - -<p>As her wide back swayed down the walk, Mr. Kemper wondered if she had -a special intuition about him, like dogs, whose noses warned them -that he was not quite the kind of man they were accustomed to. Women, -particularly those with children, seemed to feel that way. He watched -her leave, having decided that she was unsuited for what he had in mind.</p> - -<p>Two things happened simultaneously, interrupting his thoughts. The big -man beside him tapped him on the shoulder and asked him for a match; at -the same time Kemper saw, just beyond the retreating woman, a man in a -tweed jacket and gray slacks, watching him. For a second they stared -at each other and Kemper felt a mind-probe dart swiftly against his -shield. He tightened the shield and waited. The man was heavily tanned, -like Kemper, with unusually wide eyes and a dolichocephalic head. He -had remarkable cheek-bones; they appeared to slant forward toward the -middle of his face, which was very narrow and long in the jaw. He -looked a lot like Mr. Kemper, the way one Caucasian looks like another -to an Eskimo. His glance swerved from Kemper to the lion cage; then -he turned his back, a little too casually. Breath hissed softly from -between Mr. Kemper's teeth.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>The big man said, "Hey, buddy, I asked do you have a match?"</p> - -<p>"What? No, I don't smoke." His thoughts racing, he faced the lion cage. -The tanned man had turned away, obviously not wanting to contact him, -but why? He knew who Kemper was; there was no doubt of that. Frowning -slightly, Mr. Kemper looked at the chewed hunks of horsemeat and bone -on the cage floor, and the vibrating flies. The only logical answer was -that the man was waiting for reinforcements. Even now he was probably -contacting the Three Councils. Still, that gave Kemper a reasonable -chance; it took a while for even the most powerful minds to move along -the pathways of time. Beside him the big man was talking again. "You -feel okay, pal? You looked kind of far away there all of a sudden. -Maybe you oughta go over in the shade."</p> - -<p>"Not at all. I was only thinking of something."</p> - -<p>"Yeah?" The man took the cigarette from his mouth and put it in his -shirt pocket. "Say, I heard you telling that broad there lions don't -eat people. You sure about that?"</p> - -<p>"Quite sure. Look at them. Do you think they need to depend on anything -as slow as Homo Sapiens for food?" With another part of his brain he -wondered how many men would be sent to take him back. There was one -point in his favor, however. He had nothing to lose.</p> - -<p>"I don't know, pal. All I ever see them do is sleep. Always laying on -their fat backs, like now."</p> - -<p>"Well, that's not unusual. Lions sleep in the daytime and hunt at -night."</p> - -<p>"Yeah? What the hell good is that? The zoo closes at 5:30, don't it?"</p> - -<p>Kemper looked at him dispassionately. He thought: "You fool, what would -you say if you knew that you were talking to a man who hunted your ape -ancestors through the forests of a million years ago? Could your pigmy -brain accept that?"</p> - -<p>The man jabbed him on the shoulder again. "Look at that big one with -the black streaks in his hair. Ain't he something? Why don't he jump -around in there like the chimps do?"</p> - -<p>"Maybe he doesn't know it's expected of him," Kemper answered, hoping -that the arrival of the man in the tweed jacket would not affect his -sport of the moment.</p> - -<p>"You know, I'd like to see a couple of those babies mixing it up. Like -the lion against the tiger, maybe. Who do you think would win a hassle -like that, anyway?"</p> - -<p>"The lion," Mr. Kemper said. He decided that the game would go on; -an idea was beginning to scratch at the corners of his mind. Looking -around with what he hoped was a conspiratorial air, he jabbed his -elbow into the big man's stomach. "Listen, you'd like to see some -action, would you? Suppose you be here in say—two hours. At three -o'clock."</p> - -<p>"Yeah? What kind of action? You ain't trying to kid me, are you, buddy?"</p> - -<p>Shrugging, Mr. Kemper looked at the flies swarming in the cage. "It's -just a tip. Take it or leave it, buddy." He turned, brushed by the -scowling man, and left the rail. Although it was getting hotter he -walked down the cement in the sun, avoiding the shade of the tall -hedges opposite the row of cages. He went toward the stairway that -lifted from the lion court to the terrace where the central zoo -building stood. Behind the building was the main enclosure; the zoo -itself was terraced along two hillsides, with more hills in the -distance. It was not a large zoo, nor was it a good place to hide. But -Mr. Kemper did not intend to hide.</p> - -<p>In the cages he passed were other cats: cheetahs, leopards, puma and -tigers, lying with heaving flanks, or lolling red-tongued on the stone -floors. They hadn't changed too much, he decided, except in size. Even -the streak-maned lion was puny in comparison with the lions that Kemper -had known. He walked up to the drinking fountain by the stairway, the -sun in his face. He was almost tempted to stare contemptuously up at -it. Bending over the fountain he caught the dusty smell of the cats -among popcorn, rootbeer and ice cream smells and the sweat stink of -people. He straightened, wiping his lips, and remembered the somber -jungles of the Pliocene, black-green in the sun that was a fist against -your head; the plains of javelin-tall, yellow grass swinging to the -horizon; and in the hills the lions with hides like hammered brass, -the deadly, roaring lions. He remembered too, with the smell of those -lions thick as dust in his mouth, the cities of his people, the proud -people who had discovered the secrets of time through the science of -their minds, a science unknown to the world he was in now. He looked up -slowly and saw the man in the tweed jacket standing at the top of the -stairway.</p> - -<p>When their eyes met, Kemper probed with an arrow-swift thought but the -other had his mind-shield up. The man turned, and moved behind a group -of women. The man was gone when Kemper got to the top of the steps. "So -that's the way you want it," he said, looking around. Two sidewalks -led from the stair top; one went up the hill to the aviary, the other -around the south wing of the building. He took the one that rounded -the wing. "I doubt," he said, "if we'll play peek-a-boo all afternoon, -however." An old lady twitching along the walk gave him a nasty look as -he passed.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>He went by the zebra corral where a small boy was picking up stones -and turned into the side entrance of the wing. He went down the dim -corridor, turned left at the men's room, then right and left again, and -came finally to a small yard partially hidden from the main enclosure -by an extension of the wing. In the yard was only one exhibit, a beaver -pool surrounded by a waist-high stone wall. Two teen-aged boys sprawled -on the wall; otherwise the place was deserted. Mr. Kemper studied the -boys. Here was game to his liking. He went over and sat down on a bench -in the sun.</p> - -<p>The boys, twins in levis, saddle-shoes, T-shirts and long hair, leaned -over the pool. There was something odd about the actions of the blond -one who tilted dangerously near the water. He moved, spasmodically, and -Mr. Kemper saw the flicker of sunlight on the long stick held like a -spear in his hand, and heard a splash. Cursing, the boy pushed himself -upright and dropped from the wall, shaking water from the stick. "You -missed," said the other one.</p> - -<p>"I'll show that flat-tailed rat," said the blond boy. From a back -pocket he took a clasp-knife and snapped it open, and from a side -pocket a length of twine. With swift, vicious twists he started to tie -the knife-handle to the end of the stick. He made two knots and said, -"Man, look at that. That'll hold it, man."</p> - -<p>"What about the cat on the bench over there? What if he sees us?"</p> - -<p>"Him? So what if he does? We can handle him. Anyway, he's got his eyes -shut, ain't he?"</p> - -<p>The sun tingled on the tops of Mr. Kemper's ears as he listened, his -eyes half-shut. "Okay, give me lots of room on the wall," the blond boy -said. There was a rasping of cloth on stone. Then Mr. Kemper closed his -eyes and made a picture in the darkness of his mind, a small, bright -picture that he blotted out immediately after it was formed. By the -pool, metal clattered on stone.</p> - -<p>The blond boy yelled, "Hey, what'd you shove me for? Look what you did!"</p> - -<p>"Me? I never touched you, you jerk!"</p> - -<p>"The hell you didn't. Look at that damn knife!"</p> - -<p>Opening his eyes, Mr. Kemper looked at the pieces of knife blade -scattered at the boy's feet and, a little to one side, the broken -stick. He smiled and settled back on the bench, listening to the -argument. The boys shouted and waved their arms, but that was all. As -for their invective, he felt it lacked originality; he tired of it -quickly. He got up from the bench and walked toward them. The argument -stopped.</p> - -<p>They looked at him with cold arrogant eyes. "Hello," he said.</p> - -<p>They looked away. "You hear something, man?" said the blond boy.</p> - -<p>"Not a thing, Jack, not a thing," the other answered.</p> - -<p>The smile on Mr. Kemper's face was his best, his friendliest; it had -taken him hours of practice in front of mirrors. "<i>Apes, your fathers -were not arrogant when they died screaming on our spears. They were -not bold when our hunting cats ripped their bellies.</i>" Aloud he said, -"You know, I'm a stranger around here and I thought you might be able -to help me. Just what is it that's going on at the lion cage at three -o'clock today?"</p> - -<p>"We ain't heard nothing about no lion's cage, dad. We got our own -troubles."</p> - -<p>"Yeah, our own troubles. Get lost, dad."</p> - -<p>"It sounded very interesting, something about a big hassle in the -cages."</p> - -<p>The boys lifted their eyebrows and looked sidelong at each other. The -blond one said, "I told you to get lost, dad. Take five. You know, -depart away from here."</p> - -<p>Mr. Kemper said, "Well, thanks anyway," and was still smiling as he -left them.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>It was hotter when he reached the main enclosure, but still cool by his -standards. At a refreshment stand he ordered a hot dog with mustard. -As he waited, leaning against the counter, he saw the man in the tweed -jacket among a group of people walking toward the elephant yard. He -paid for the hot dog, picked it up, and walked along the path, keeping -the jacket in sight.</p> - -<p>The man in tweed went by the elephants, past the giraffes and the -zebras, then around the south wing of the building. Up the walk toward -the aviary he went, with Kemper not too far behind. At the top of the -hill the man stopped in front of the aviary. It was a wide enclosure -fenced by bars thirty feet high. In the larger section were the myriad -ducks, cranes, gulls and other harmless birds; walled off from these -were eagles, vultures, and condors squatting on carved balconies. From -the hilltop there was a fine view of the zoo grounds below. The man in -the tweed jacket turned, apparently to look down the hill, but instead -looked squarely at Mr. Kemper standing a few feet away.</p> - -<p>Neither of them said anything. The man in tweed seemed embarrassed. -Mr. Kemper took a bite of the hot dog and chewed reflectively. After -a while he said, "I suppose I ought to recognize you, but I don't. -Council of Science, no doubt."</p> - -<p>The man answered stiffly: "Ulbasar, of the First Science Council. Lord -Kjem, you are under arrest."</p> - -<p>"You'd better use words; it's less liable to make anyone suspicious. -You might have dressed a little more intelligently, too."</p> - -<p>Ulbasar ran his hand over his jacket lapels. "But it's cold. How do you -stand it in that light shirt?"</p> - -<p>"Very simple; I'm wearing long underwear."</p> - -<p>"Well, you've obviously been here much longer than I have."</p> - -<p>"Yes," said Kemper. "I've been here quite a while."</p> - -<p>They didn't speak again for several minutes. In front of them some -girls pressed against the mesh screen that reinforced the bars, eyeing -a pompous small duck. "Let's go," said one of the girls. "These birds -are too disgusting. I mean, they're so ugly!"</p> - -<p>"She thinks the birds are ugly," said Mr. Kemper. Laughing, he turned -to Ulbasar. "Well, what do you think of the scavenging little ape of -our marshland now?"</p> - -<p>Ulbasar shook his head. "Incredible. Thoroughly incredible."</p> - -<p>Mr. Kemper said, "Look at them. They laugh at the birds, they laugh -at the monkeys; I have even seen some of them laughing at the lions." -He scanned the people at the bars, the sweaty men with crooked noses, -sagging bellies, bald heads and hairy arms. There were women in shorts, -gray women whose legs pillared up to fearsome, rolling buttocks; girls -with smeared mouths and rough-shaven legs and sandals strapped across -their fat, wiggling toes. "The females are unbelievable," Kemper said, -"but you should see the children."</p> - -<p>He finished his hot dog and wiped his hands on his handkerchief. "Well, -Ulbasar, where are the others?"</p> - -<p>"Others? There are no others. I came alone."</p> - -<p>Kemper, his eyes on the people at the cage, slowly folded his -handkerchief. Without warning he flung the full force of his mind-probe -at the man beside him. Ulbasar staggered and lurched to his left, -throwing out a desperate block that was contemptuously brushed aside. -Kemper reached out, gripped his arm, then eased the power of the probe. -"Don't lie to me," he said softly. "It will take more than one of you -to force me to go back; you know that. Now, where are the others?"</p> - -<p>"Only one other," said Ulbasar, shaking his head. "Lord Gteris. He's on -his way. None of the rest were close enough to contact."</p> - -<p>"That's better. So they sent Gteris, eh? It's been a long time since -Gteris and I hunted together, a very long time." He looked up as the -condor on the highest perch spread its wings and cocked its head toward -the wire mesh roof of the cage.</p> - -<p>Words burbled from Ulbasar, who still looked shaken. "The Nobles -demanded that Lord Gteris come. The Science Council insisted that only -our men handle it, and they're considerably agitated. There's been -open conflict between Nobles and Scientists at the Sessions, and the -tribunal is worried. They want you returned, and they want you returned -quickly."</p> - -<p>"Politics, always politics," said Kemper, letting loose his grip on -Ulbasar's arm.</p> - -<p>"The Scientists are putting a lot of pressure on the tribunal. They -feel there's danger to us each moment you spend here in the future. -They're worried about the time-pattern."</p> - -<p>"That's ridiculous. How can a man from the past affect the future? -Besides, it isn't our future; it belongs to the ape-people."</p> - -<p>"I know, but that makes no difference."</p> - -<p>"I've been to their libraries. There are no records of us, unless you -count some foolish legends of continents sinking in the sea." He looked -at a man a few feet away who was throwing popcorn at a gull. A piece -of popcorn bounced off the gull's head, and the man laughed. People -standing nearby laughed too, and the man pitched more popcorn. Sighing, -Kemper looked at his wrist watch. "When is he coming?"</p> - -<p>"I don't know, precisely, and that's the truth."</p> - -<p>Kemper thought about it. It would take a while. After Gteris arrived -there would be important details to occupy him, such as assimilating -the manners and mores of this era and getting proper clothing. He said, -"When he comes you'll have no trouble finding me. I won't leave the -grounds; I give my word."</p> - -<p>"The word of a renegade and a fugitive?" Ulbasar was himself again.</p> - -<p>"The word of a Noble," said Kemper, turning away from him coldly.</p> - -<p>"One thing more, Lord Kjem," Ulbasar said. "The time rift. We have -orders to go back with you along the rift you used, making certain that -you seal it behind us. Is it close by?"</p> - -<p>"That I will tell you when I have to," said Kemper, turning completely -around this time and walking away.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Ulbasar would keep close watch on him, he knew, until Gteris came. That -they intended to make him close his time rift made sense; the rift was -dangerous to the over-all pattern. When he had left hastily he had -forced his way through time with his mind-matrix, knowing that pursuit -would have been swift if he had taken one of the normal time paths. -The rift he had made was obvious, but would respond to no one but him. -Others could accompany him through it, however, as he led the way. -Gteris and Ulbasar could go with him and, controlling his mind, make -him close the rift behind him.</p> - -<p>So he walked briskly, knowing he had much to do in an uncertain amount -of time. The sun was higher, pale in the glazed sky. Disheveled, -harassed-looking people passed him, sweat stains dark on their clothes, -and with them were fretful children. Mr. Kemper walked, and the people -went by him, on their way to laugh at the monkeys, throw stones at the -bears, and call "Kitty, kitty, kitty" to the leopards.</p> - -<p>At a stand opposite the polar bears, near the north wing of the central -building, he stopped to get a cup of coffee, but there was none for -sale, so instead he bought a paper cup full of a green drink. He sipped -it, watching a big white bear loafing in the pool. A little to one -side of him a young man was arguing with a boy who wanted cotton candy. -From below them, and to their right, came a low rumbling. "What's -that, Daddy?" said the boy. "It's only the lions roaring," his father -answered.</p> - -<p>"They're not roaring, actually," said Mr. Kemper. "They're grunting, -and clearing their throats."</p> - -<p>The boy looked at Mr. Kemper with interest, but his father frowned. "It -sounds like roaring to me," he said.</p> - -<p>Mr. Kemper smiled at the boy. "Oh no. If the lions were roaring you -could hear nothing else. It's a sound you never forget, a sound that -rips the wind and shakes the trees with thunder."</p> - -<p>"I could forget it, Mac," said the counterman, leaning on his elbows -and winking at the boy's father.</p> - -<p>"I want to hear the lions roar," the boy said.</p> - -<p>"For Pete's sake, what do you want? Make up your mind; do you want -lions or cotton candy?" The boy's father looked exasperated.</p> - -<p>"If you go to the lion cage at three o'clock today you'll hear them -roar," Mr. Kemper said.</p> - -<p>Shortly after that the young man dragged away his little boy, who was -still insisting he wanted to hear the lions roar. Eventually, everyone -who talked with Mr. Kemper went away rather suddenly. Mr. Kemper, -unabashed, drank from his paper cup and thought about the ravages of -time.</p> - -<p>A woman and a man came around the corner of the building that faced the -polar bears. The woman was red-faced, her voice a thin rasping. "All -you want to do is watch those damn chips. You'd watch those chips all -day if I didn't drag you away from there. Chips, chips, I'm sick of -chips."</p> - -<p>"Chimps," said Mr. Kemper as they went by. "Chimps, not chips. Chimps, -lady, with an 'm' in it."</p> - -<p>The counterman, moving toward him, wiped the counter with a soggy rag -and said, "Listen, Mac, what's all this with the lions?"</p> - -<p>Mr. Kemper looked at him. "Oh, do you like lions?"</p> - -<p>"Well, it's like this," the counterman said. But he had no chance to -finish. There was an animal shriek of pain from the other side of the -building. The polar bears lifted their heads. Putting his unfinished -drink on the counter, Mr. Kemper went toward the sound.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>In the high cage that housed the chimpanzees, at the corner of the -wing, a chimp swung violently on a trapeze, scolding at another on the -cage floor. Kemper saw that the one on the trapeze was a female, the -other a bigger, older male. The male, his face grotesque with anger, -climbed the bars and got as close as he could to the trapeze. He hung -there, grabbing at the female as she swung past just out of reach. -There were only a few people near the cage, but most of them were -smiling. One of them, a gangling, tall man, ran about pointing a camera -first at the female, then the male. A lean woman, possibly his wife, -stood close to him. She put her hand on his arm. When Kemper saw her -eyes he moved behind the others and went toward her and the man with -the camera, taking a position a little to their right.</p> - -<p>"Do it again, Al," the lank woman said. "Make them mad again." Al -was sweating. He laughed, looked at the people around him, then -pushed black hair from his forehead and handed her the camera. "Okay, -okay," he said. "You get the shots now and don't goof it." He moved -disjointedly, like a puppet, as close to the cage as he could, directly -beneath the periphery of the trapeze's swinging arc.</p> - -<p>He started to jiggle, then jumped up and down, making faces at the -female. "Chee, chee!" he called. He danced, capering loosely, flapping -long arms against his thighs. "Haaah, haaah, haaah," he yelled. -"Haaah! Aargh!"</p> - -<p>Angered, the female chattered at him. When the trapeze swung to the top -of its arc she leaped and caught the cage bars, then dropped down them -until she was only a few feet above the capering man. She screeched -at him, pounding one hand against a bar, and the spectators laughed. -On the opposite side of the cage the male chimp dropped to the floor -and scuttled toward her. Stopping beneath her, he lifted his arms and -growled low in his throat. She turned, snarling, and began to climb -bars. With a last wild screech at the shouting, dancing man outside -the cage she jumped, just as the male's fingers brushed her foot. Far -over his head she went, then thumped to the floor. He dropped, and ran -after her. She was climbing toward the trapeze again when he caught -her. He sidled in, cuffing at her, then they grappled. A scream split -the air as his teeth sank into her shoulder. Added now to the smells of -popcorn, sweat and cotton candy was the smell of blood.</p> - -<p>There was quiet in the cage and out of it as the female backed away -from the hunched male. Unmolested, she climbed the bars slowly and -swung to the trapeze, where she sat with one hand held to her bleeding -shoulder. On the floor of the cage the male lifted both arms to her.</p> - -<p>The spectators breathed again. "Did you get it?" said Al. "Did you? -What a shot! Terrific, but terrific!"</p> - -<p>"I got it, Al, I got it!" his wife said, eyes shining.</p> - -<p>Mr. Kemper grinned at Al and shook his head admiringly. "Say, that was -quite a performance." Still breathing hard, Al shoved his hair out of -his eyes and returned the grin.</p> - -<p>"Oh, Al's great," his wife said. "You ought to see him sometime at a -party."</p> - -<p>Mr. Kemper said, "He certainly does have talent."</p> - -<p>"Ah, it's nothing," Al said. "Nothing to it, fella. You sure you got -those shots, Baby?"</p> - -<p>Moving closer, Mr. Kemper lowered his voice. "Listen, would you like to -get some really terrific shots? Ones you'd remember all your life?"</p> - -<p>Al looked at him. "Yeah. Shots of what?"</p> - -<p>"Be at the lion cage at three o'clock. You'll never have a chance like -this again, believe me."</p> - -<p>"Sure, sure, but shots of what, friend?"</p> - -<p>So Mr. Kemper bent his head and whispered to him, and as he did he saw -the gleam start deep in Al's eyes and swell to the pale surfaces. But -Al's eyes didn't gleam the way his wife's did. And after a while Mr. -Kemper left them, and the cage that was silent except for the slow -creaking of the trapeze.</p> - -<p>After looking at his watch Mr. Kemper walked faster. The sun dropped in -the sticky sky and there was only a faint wind. And for the next hour -or so Mr. Kemper was here, there and everywhere. If there was a bunch -of little boys shouting at the rhinoceros, then Mr. Kemper was there, -smiling and nodding. When a party of college students stood making -dirty jokes about the baboons, there too was Mr. Kemper, eventually -saying something that made everyone stare at him.</p> - -<p>He was ubiquitous. He was with the people who craned their necks at -the giraffes, and the ones who laughed at the sleek sea lions darting -in their narrow troughs. He was with a family watching the anacondas -drooping in green cubicles; he was at the bison corral; he saw the -crocodile, the yak and the blesbok. And always, wherever he was, he had -a few words to say about the lions. And time passed.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>It was exactly three o'clock when he stood again at the top of the -stairway above the lion court. A lot of people were milling and shoving -in front of the cages, a noisy crowd that made the lions nervous. They -were awake now, pacing their cells, and the leopards were awake, and -the jaguars. In the center cage the streak-maned lion put his head to -the floor and coughed. Behind him the lioness waited, tense. The lion -curved a paw around one of the bars and some of the people clapped -their hands. Others whistled; several looked at their watches. Kemper, -who was starting to smile again, watched the crowd. There was Al, his -camera, and his wife, close to the center cage. The two teen-aged boys -were near them. The little boy and his father were there, and many -others that Mr. Kemper was glad to see. Hands clasped behind him, he -stood looking down on them. Suddenly he felt powerful bonds clamp onto -his mind.</p> - -<p>Turning slowly around he saw Ulbasar walking down the hill toward him, -a tall man at his side. They stopped in front of him, their faces -dark in the sun. "Here he is," said Ulbasar. The tall man at his left -made the greeting sign of one Noble to another. "Lord Kjem," he said. -Returning the sign, Mr. Kemper said, "Lord Gteris."</p> - -<p>Gteris said, "I hate to do this; you know that. We were friends once. I -hope you won't try to resist."</p> - -<p>"I told Ulbasar I wouldn't. Together you're considerably stronger than -I am. I'd be a fool to try anything."</p> - -<p>"That's smart of you," said Gteris. "Now let's get to business. Ulbasar -says you wouldn't tell him the location of your time rift. Is this -true?"</p> - -<p>"Certainly. Does a Noble answer to a Scientist? But of course I'll tell -you, Gteris. The time rift is down there, behind the hedge opposite the -lion cage."</p> - -<p>All signs of friendliness left Gteris's face. He spun and gave orders. -"Ulbasar, you heard him. Go down there and see if he's telling the -truth. I'll stand guard over him. And keep the mind-block tight."</p> - -<p>Ulbasar nodded, and went down the steps. Mr. Kemper tested the -vise that pressed against his mind; it held much too well. Gteris -was looking at him reproachfully. "Really, Kjem, yours is conduct -unbecoming a Noble. If you had to murder somebody why did it have -to be a Scientist? And then all this forcing your own rift into the -time-pattern. The Nobles are unhappy with you, Kjem."</p> - -<p>"You know, I don't regret any of it," said Mr. Kemper, watching Ulbasar -moving close to the crowd by the cages. "Tell me, how's the hunting -back home?"</p> - -<p>"Not too bad; I got some fine hawks a while back. I still wish I could -handle cats the way you do, instead of—what's wrong with that crowd in -front of the cage down there?"</p> - -<p>Mr. Kemper said, "It's past three o'clock."</p> - -<p>Below them a big man pushed through the crowd toward Ulbasar, shouting, -"There's the guy told me to be here! There's the faker!" Ulbasar -hesitated, looked around, and stopped. The big man caught Ulbasar's -shoulder, and jabbed a finger against his chest. The crowd moved toward -them.</p> - -<p>Gteris said, "He's in trouble."</p> - -<p>"He's as good as dead right now," Kemper said.</p> - -<p>Gteris stared down at the crowd, then at Kemper. Swiftly he shot a -warning thought to Ulbasar, who caught it. As he did the pressure eased -slightly from Kemper's mind. It was enough. Kemper lashed out against -Gteris' block. They stood there, minds twisting in combat. Then as -Ulbasar was hemmed in by the crowd his support weakened, and Gteris -fought alone. Slowly, but inexorably he was forced back and out, and -Kemper's mind went free. Gteris' face was haggard. "Good gods, Kjem!" -he said. "Look at Ulbasar!"</p> - -<p>"You can still help him. I'm not holding you."</p> - -<p>Gteris looked wildly at him, then ran, bounding down the steps two at a -time. He ran toward the crowd and began shouting at Ulbasar. Kemper saw -the concentration on his face and knew he was trying to control the -crowd. It was then that Mr. Kemper closed his eyes.</p> - -<p>First he shut out the world around him: The dim sun on his ears, the -smells of dusty summer and popcorn, the sounds of the small wind and -the people. In the blackness of his mind he saw the lion court; each -bar of the cage and the yellow lions inside it; the crowd and the two -dark men. Then he made a picture of the bars loosening at the top of -the cage and the bottom, and the entire section of the cage front -sliding ponderously sideways.</p> - -<p>There was no sound anywhere. Then below him rang a gonging of steel -on cement and after that, the screaming, and over all of it, dwarfing -the yells and the echoing clangs, came a roar that ripped the wind and -shook the trees with thunder.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>His eyes still closed, Kemper loosened the fronts of all the cages, -one by one. After that he put all his mind to directing the lions. To -Ulbasar he gave a quick death. Gteris he singled out for a special -favor; he sent the streak-maned lion at him. As the lion crouched, -Gteris stood unmoving, covering his face with his hands. "Stand and -fight!" Kemper shouted. "At least die like a Noble!" But Gteris did -not move, and the lion sprang. Kemper laughed, the old excitement of -the hunt surging in him as he sent the cats leaping and clawing. He -made sure that a special few of the ape-people died very slowly. In the -distance a siren wailed.</p> - -<p>Kemper did not hear the rushing sounds behind and above him. When he -did, he called the lions to him, desperately. He looked up at the -condors, hurtling like javelins, and behind them the eagles. And he -knew why Gteris, the hunter of condors and eagles, had not tried to -hold off the lions. Then the condors smashed down.</p> - -<p>The streak-maned lion came to him, but it was too late. 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