The Colors of Space - Page 102/108

"Another thing. Some lunatic from Capella arrived here and all but

accused me of having you murdered. Do you know a Tommy Kendron?"

"Do I know him!" Bart interrupted with a joyful yell. "Tommy's here?

Quick--where do I get in touch with him?"

An hour later they were all gathered at Raynor Three's country house.

The talk went on far into the night. Tommy wanted to know everything,

and both Raynors wanted to know every detail of Bart's year among the

Lhari, while Meta and Ringg were both curious about how it had begun.

Bart tried to forget that the next day might bring trouble, even

imprisonment. The Lhari Council had told him to talk as much as he liked

about his voyage, and this might be his only chance. When he had

finished, Tommy leaned forward and gripped Bart's hand tightly.

"You make them sound like pretty decent people," he said, looking at

Ringg. "A year ago, if you'd told me I'd be here with a Lhari spaceman

and a bunch of Mentorians, I'd never have believed it."

"Nor I, that I would be as friend under a human roof," Ringg replied.

"But a friend to Bart is my friend also." He touched the faint

discolored scars on his brow, saying softly, "But for Bart, I would not

be here to greet anyone, man or Lhari, as friend."

"So," said Tommy triumphantly, "you haven't failed, even if you didn't

discover the secret of the Eighth Color--"

But a sudden, blinding light burst over Bart as Ringg moved his hand to

the scars. Once again he searched a cave beneath a green star, where

Ringg lay unconscious and bleeding, and played his Lhari light fearfully

over a waterfall of colored minerals. And there was one whose color he

could not identify--red, blue, violet, green, none of these--the color

of an unknown star in an unknown galaxy, the shimmer of a landing Lhari

ship, the color of an unknown element in an unknown fuel-"The secret of the Eighth Color," he said, and stood up, his hands

literally shaking in excitement. "I'm an idiot! No, don't ask me any

questions! I could still be wrong. But even if I go to a prison planet,

the Eighth Color isn't a secret any more!"

When the others had gone back to the city, he sat with Raynor Three in

the room where the latter had told him of his father's death, where he

had first seen his terrifying Lhari face. They spoke little, but Raynor

Three finally asked, "Were you serious about not wanting a defense,

Bart?"