〃No truer words ever spoken；〃 Tremearne said grimly。 〃If no one else has any questions put the cuffs back on and you're out of here。〃
〃Hell yes；〃 Steengo said； climbing to his feet。 〃Let's get it over with。〃
Our packs were waiting for us in front of a massive and bolt…studded door。 There were four shoddy little plastic bags as well； which probably contained our iron rations and water。 An orientation booklet was tucked into each one。 A backup force of guards with stunguns and porcuswine prods stomped up and glared obnoxiously while our manacles were removed。
〃In there；〃 the petty officer ordered； pointing to the anteroom in front of the exit portal。 〃Inner door is closed and sealed before the outside one opens。 You got only one way to go。 Or stay in the room if you are tired of living。 After five minutes the outer door closes and nerve gas is pumped in through those vents up there。〃
〃I don't believe you！〃 I snapped。
His smile was without warmth。 〃Then why don't you just hang around and find out？〃
I raised my fist and he hurriedly jumped back。 The porcuswine prods sparkled in my direction。 I raised my finger to them in the intergalactic gesture that is as old as time； turned and walked away from them following the others。 There was a creak and a thud from behind us as the door swung shut； but I did not turn to look。 The future； whatever it contained； lay just ahead。
We helped each other on with our packs； swaying dizzily with the effort。 There was the thud of withdrawn bolts from inside the door； the growl of straining motors as it started to open。
Unconsciously we drew together as we turned to face the unknown。
CHAPTER 7
A splatter of rain blew in through the opening door。 Wele to sunny； holiday Liokukae。 Which opened wider to reveal the group of very ugly…looking individuals who were waiting outside。 They were dressed in an astounding variety of clothing … it looked like all the donations to charity in the entire galaxy had been sent here…and they all had two things in mon。 They were heavily armed with a mixture of clubs； swords； maces and axes。 And they all looked very angry。
Just about what I had expected； I chomped down on the Blastoff capsule I had put in my mouth。 I had never thought much of the weaklings…recovering…from…treatment plan and had palmed this pill in case it were needed。 It was。
A wave of energy and power washed through me as the mixture of powerful chemicals； uppers； stimulants； adrenalins； swept away all the fatigue and shakes。 Power！ Power！ Power！ I swayed forward on tiptoes as Tremearne had advised； flaring my nostrils at the same time。
A great bearded lout swinging a crude but serviceable sword glared down at me。 I glared back； noting that not only did his eyes meet in the middle but that his hairline also started at his eyebrows。 When he shouted at me his breath frightened me more than he did。
〃You dere； little boy。 Gimme what you carrying。 You all drop what you got or you get it。〃
〃No one tell me what to do unless he can beat me； you illiterate cretin；〃 I shouted back。 The macho showdown with these macho mothers would have to take place sooner or later。 Sooner was better。
He roared angrily at the insults； even though he could not understand them； and swung up the sword。 I sneered。
〃Big coward kill little man with sword when little man got no ax。〃 I gave him two fingers to doubly amplify my feelings。
I hoped my simple syntax fitted the local linguistic profile because I wanted to make sure they all understood me。 They must have； because Pigbreath dropped his sword and jumped towards me。 I swung off my pack and stepped out into the mud。 He had his arms out； fingers snapping； ready to grab and crush。
I ducked under them； tripped him as he went by to splat down into a puddle。 He rose up； angrier than ever； balled his fists and came on more warily this time。
I could have finished it then and there and made life easier。 But I had to display a bit of skill first so his mates wouldn't think that his downfall had been an accident。 I blocked his punch； grabbed and twisted his arm； then ran him into the wall with a satisfactory crunch。
The blood from his nose did not improve his temper。 Nor did my flying kick that numbed one of his legs； a stab with my knee that crumpled the other。 Legless； he dropped to his knees； then crawled towards me on all fours。 By this time even the dullest of the audience knew who had won this fight。 So I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up； hit his throat with the edge of my hand and let him keep going backwards； splatting down unconscious in the mud。 I picked up his discarded sword； tested the edge with my thumb…jumped about so suddenly and menacingly that the armed men stepped away without thinking。 I kept the momentum going。
〃I got sword now。 You want it； you die for it。 Or maybe lie smart bloke one of you what takes me to your boss； Svinjar。 Guy what does dat gets this sword for free。 Any takers？〃
The novelty of the offer and their inherent greed warded off any attack for the moment。
〃Get out of there and get behind me；〃 I called over my shoulder。 〃And do your best to radiate obnoxious intolerance。〃 Growling and gnashing their teeth my merry band emerged and lined up at my back。
〃You give me sword I take you Svinjar；〃 an exceedingly hairy and musclebound specimen said。 He was armed only with a wooden club so his greed was understandable。
〃You take me Svinjar then you get sword。 Move it。〃
There was hesitation； dark looks； muttering。 I swished the sword under their noses so they had to step back again。 〃I got something real nice in my pack for Svinjar。 You betcha he kill any bloke stop him grabbing it soonest。〃
Threats penetrated where blandishments hadn't and we all moved off into the rainstorm。 Along muddy tracks between collapsing hovels； to a small hill with a largish building made of logs； their bark still on； gracing the summit。 I swung the sword so no one came too close； followed my guide up a stony path to the entrance with my weary musicians stumbling after。 I was feeling a bit guilty about taking the Blastoff capsule。 But things had developed too quickly to get some to the others。 I stopped at the entrance and waved them through。
〃In we go； safe haven at last。 Take one of these as you pass and chomp it instantly。 It is a super…upper that will restore you to the world of the living。〃
My club…bearing guide pushed inside and hurried past the groups of men who lolled about the large room； to the man in the great stone chair next to the fireplace。 〃You my boss； boss Svinjar。 We bring them like you say。〃 He swung about and stamped over to me。 〃Now you give sword。〃
〃Sure。 Fetch。〃
I threw it out the door into the rain； heard a yipe of pain as it bounced off one of his gang。 He ran after it as I walked over and stood before the stone throne。
〃You my boss； boss Svinjar。 These guys my band。 Make good music you betcha。〃
He looked me up and down coldly； a big man with big muscles…as well as a big belly that hung over his belt。 Tiny piggy eyes peered out through the thicket of bristly gray hair and beard。 The pommel of a sword projected from a niche in the stone chair and he touched it with his fingers； slipping it out then letting it fall back。
〃Why are you talking in that obnoxiously obscene patois？〃
〃I do beg your pardon。〃 I bowed deprecatingly。 〃I was addressed in that manner and assumed it was the local dialect。〃
〃It is…but only among the uneducated imbeciles who were born here。 Since you weren't； don't offend my sensibility again。 Are you the musicians that got into deep cagal？〃
〃Word sure spreads fast。〃
He waved his hand at the 3D set against the wall and I felt my eyes bulge。 It was a solid metal block with an armored glass face…with the aerial under the glass。 A handle stuck out one side。
〃Our jailers are most generous in their desire that we be entertained at all times。 They distribute these in great numbers。 Unbreakable； eternal…and four hundred and twelve channels。〃
〃What powers it？〃
〃Slaves；〃 he said and reached out a toe to prod the nearest one。 The slave groaned and climbed to his feet； stumbled over； clanking his chains as he went； and began to turn the handle on the internal generator。 The thing burst to life with a mercial for industrial strength cat food。
〃Enough！〃 Svinjar ordered and the meows faded and died。
〃You and your panions kept the news channels alive。 When they said crime and hospital treatment I was rather convinced they meant here。 Ready to play？〃
〃The Stainless Steel Rats are always at the service of those in control。 Which； in this case； I assume is you。〃
〃You assume right。 A concert it is…and now。 We haven't had any live entertainment here since the cannibalistic magician died of infection after being bitten by accident in the heat of passion。 Begin。〃
By necessity all our gear had to be pact。 The fist…sized loudspeakers contained holoprojectors that blew their image up to room size。
〃All right guys；〃 I called out。 〃Let's set up by the back wall。 No costumes for this first gig and we'll start with ‘The Swedish Monster from Outer Space。〃'
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