“I know that now-and it won’t wash. We would have been a lot better if we came here disguised as a squad of combat marines. So far every bunch we have met has tried to kill us. The whole thing is that hard-nosed Admiral Benbow’s fault. He lied to me about what we would find here. Right?”

“As a serving military officer I cannot discuss the conduct of my superiors. But I can agree that whoever briefed you was, I must say, economical with the truth.”

“Do you also know that he was economical with my health? And that in nineteen days I am going to keel over from time released poison.”

“Regrettably, I have been informed that that is the case. And you have eighteen days left now, You appear to have lost track of one day during the past period.”

“Eighteen? Thanks much. That only makes what I have to say even more imperative. I need some help, some transportation.”

“All contact with the planet is forbidden.”

“I just changed the rules. You yourself told me that you are heading a committee to bring about major improvements here. The first change will be to get one of the ship’s launches down here. With that I can get around to the various bands of sheot shaggers before my personal deadline runs out.”

“If 1 do that I will be disobeying orders and it could end my career.

“Well?”

The silence inside my head went on and on. I waited. Until I heard what could only have been a sigh.

“I suppose there are plenty of job opportunities for skilled civilians these days. The launch will land after dark. If it is not seen by anyone on the ground there is just a chance that my career change can be postponed.”

“You’re a good guy, Tremearne. My heartiest thanks.”

I hummed a bar or two from “The Swedish Monster” as I walked back to inform my companions.

“Jim, you’re wonderful!” Madonette said, grabbed and kissed me. “I much prefer flying to walking.”

Floyd nodded happy agreement and reached for me.

“Away!” I shouted. “Girls, okay, but I don’t kiss guys with beards. What we do now is put a little distance between us and those religious nuts in case they want to come back for seconds. Then rest up until dark. I have a feeling that it is going to be a very busy night.”

“Wake up, Jim – it’s almost dark.”

Madonette’s gentle hand was most welcome, since it drew me up out of a really repulsive nightmare. Tentacles, bulging eyeballs, yukk. The eighteen-day dead deadline must be getting to my subconscious. I sat up, yawned and stretched. With great reluctance the sun had finally dropped behind the horizon leaving behind a slowly fading band of light. The stars were coming out revealing some pretty boring constellations and very few of them at that. This prison planet must be far out on the galactic rim.

Then something blotted out the stars in the zenith as a dark form drifted down to the ground, silently on null-gray drive. The door opened as we approached-and the cabin lights came on.

“Turn them off, lunkhead! “ I shouted. “You want to ruin my night vision.” The pilot turned about in his seat and I grinned insincerely. “Sorry Captain, sir – that lunkhead, just a figure of speech.”

“My fault completely,” he said, and tapped one of his electronic eyeballs. “With these I forget. I’m piloting this thing because I have the best night vision in the fleet.”

He flipped the lights off and we groped our way aboard with just the dim red emergency lights to show us the way. I sat in the copilot’s seat and strapped in.

“What is your plan?” he asked.

“A simple one. You know the position of all the sheot hocks don’t you?”

“Observed and logged into the launch’s memory.”

“Great. Have the computer do a topological survey to plot a course that will let us visit them all in the shortest amount of time. We drift over to the first flock, find one of the shepherds who is maybe out of sight of the others – and talk to him. Show him the photograph and find out if he has seen the thing. If he hasn’t – on to the next bunch.”

“Seems a simple and practical plan. Belts fastened? Right, first flock coming up.”

We were slammed back into our seats and were on our way. High and fast on the plotted track. Then slow and drifting in low while Tremearne peered out into the darkness.

“There’s one,” he said. “On the far side of the flock – all by himself. Either to guard the beasts or keep them from wandering. I have a suggestion. I approach him from behind and immobilize him. Then you question him.”

“Creep up in the dark? Immobilize an armed and watchful guard? That’s a job for a combat trooper.”

“Well how do you think I got these electronic eyeballs? It will be entertaining to do a bit of work again.”

I had no choice but to agree. The Captain was proving to be an excellent ally. Working this way would be certainly a lot faster than me crawling around on my own. If he could do as he said. I had my doubts but kept them to myself. He was a gray-haired desk jockey with electric eyesight who might very well be past his sell-by date.

He wasn’t. After we landed he stepped out the door and vanished silently in the darkness. Not thirty seconds later he called to me quietly.

“Over here. You can use your light now.”

I turned on the handlight, it was really black under the almost starless sky, and saw two forms standing close together.

The light revealed a bulging-eyed shepherd seized in an unbreakable grip, a hand on his throat keeping him silent. I waggled the light under his nose.

“Listen, oh shepherd who failed his duty. The hand that holds you could just as easily have killed you. Then we could rustle all your woolly flock and eat sheot shashlik until the end of time. But I will be merciful. The hand will be removed from your filthy throat and you will not shout or you really will be dead. You will speak to me softly and answer my questions. You may now speak.”

He coughed and groaned when the pressure was released. “Demons in the darkness! Release me, do not kill me, tell me what you wish of me then go back to the pit from which you have escaped…”

I reached out and tweaked his nose sharply. “Shut up. Open your eyes. Look at this photograph. Let me know if you have ever seen it before.”

I held the photo close, shone the light on it. Tremearne gave a twitch of emphasis to his arm and the captive moaned his answer. “Never, no, such a thing I would remember, no – ” His voice gurgled into silence and he dropped unconscious to the ground.

“Don’t these sheot shepherds ever wash?” Tremearne asked.

“Only on alternate years. Let’s get to the next one.”

We quickly worked out a routine. We would land and he would be away. Usually, by the time I had exited the launch, he would be calling me. Many a terrified shepherd slept soundly this night. But only after looking at the picture of the artifact. I dozed between visits and the back of the launch echoed with snores and heavy breathing. Only the Captain was unsleeping and tireless, seemingly as fit on the eleventh visit as he had been on the first. It was a long, long night.

I was getting groggy by the time we hit thirteen. Unlucky thirteen; get it over with and on to fourteen. Another set of bulging eyes peeking over the top of another matted beard.

“Look!” I snarled. “Speak! And moaning does not count as speaking. Ever seen this thing?”

This one gurgled instead of moaning, then yiped as his arm got twisted a bit further. It looked as though even the stolid Captain was beginning to lose his patience.

“Imp of Satan… work of the devil… I warned them, but they wouldn’t listen… the grave, the grave!”

“Do you have any idea of what he is babbling about?” Tremearne asked.

“There may be hope, Captain. If he is not bonkers he might have seen it. Look-see! Ever see before?”