When the rescue ship arrived it would find nothing. Sale would be hidden somewhere by a triumphant army in his head. Hidden in some cleft of rock, placed there like a nest for Iorr to lie upon in evil occupation.
The thought of it almost broke him in half.
Twenty years of insanity. Twenty years of torture, doing what you don’t want to do. Twenty years of wars raging and being split apart, twenty years of nausea and trembling.
His head sank down between his knees. His eyes snapped and cracked and made soft noises. His eardrum popped tiredly.
Sleep, sleep, sang soft sea voices.
I’ll – I’ll make a proposition with you, listen, thought Leonard Sale. You, Iorr, you, too, Tylle! Iorr, you can occupy me on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Tylle, you can take me over on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Saturday. Thursday is maid’s night out. Okay?
Eeeeeeeeeee, sang the sea tides, seething in his brain.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, sang the distant voices softly, soft.
What’ll you say, is it a bargain, Iorr, Tylle?
No, said a voice.
No, said another.
Greedy, both of you, greedy! complained Sale. A pox on both your houses!
He slept.
He was Iorr, jewelled rings on his hands. He arose beside his rocket and held out his fingers, commanding blind armies. He was Iorr, ancient ruler of jewelled warriors.
He was Tylle, lover of women, killer of dogs!
With some hidden bit of awareness, his hand crept to the holster at his hip. The sleeping hand withdrew the gun there. The hand lifted, the gun pointed.
The armies of Tylle and Iorr gave battle.
The gun exploded.
The bullet tore across Sale’s forehead, awakening him.
He stayed awake for another six hours, getting over his latest seige. He knew it to be hopeless now. He washed and bandaged the wound he had given himself. He wished he had aimed straighter and it was all over. He watched the sky. Two more days. Two more. Come on, ship, come on. He was heavy with sleeplessness.
No use. At the end of six hours he was raving badly. He took the gun up and put it down and took it up again, put it against his head, tightened his hand on the trigger, changed his mind, looked at the sky again.
Night settled. He tried to read, threw the book away. He tore it up and burned it, just to have something to do.
So tired. In another hour, he decided. If nothing happens, I’ll kill myself. This is for certain now. I’ll do it, this time.
He got the gun ready and laid it on the ground next to himself.
He was very calm now, though tired. It would be over and done. He would be dead.
He watched the minute hand of his watch. One minute, five minutes, twenty-five minutes.
The flame appeared on the sky.
It was so unbelievable he started to cry.
‘A rocket,’ he said, standing up. ‘A rocket!’ he cried, rubbing his eyes. He ran forward.
The flame brightened, grew, came down.
He waved frantically, running forward, leaving his gun, his supplies, everything behind. ‘You see that, Iorr, Tylle! You savages, you monsters, I beat you! I won ! They’re coming to rescue me now! I’ve won, damn you!’
He laughed harshly at the rocks and the sky and the backs of his hands.
The rocket landed. Leonard Sale stood swaying, waiting for the door to lid open.
‘Good-bye, Iorr, good-bye, Tylle!’ he shouted in triumph, grinning, eyes hot.
Eeeeeee, sang a diminishing roar in time.
Ahhhhhhhh, voices faded.
The rocket flipped wide its airlock. Two men jumped out.
‘Sale?’ they called. ‘We’re Ship ACDN13. Intercepted your SOS and decided to pick you up ourselves. The Marsport ship won’t get through until day after tomorrow. We want a spot of rest ourselves. Thought it’d be good to spend the night here, pick you up, and go on.’
‘No,’ said Sale, face melting with terror. ‘No spend night –’
He couldn’t talk. He fell to the ground.
‘Quick!’ said a voice, in the bleary vortex over him. ‘Give him a shot of food liquid, another of sedative. He needs sustenance and rest.’
‘No rest!’ screamed Sale.
‘Delirious,’ said one man, softly.
‘No sleep!’ screamed Sale.
‘There, there,’ said the man gently. A needle poked into Sale’s arm.
Sale thrashed. ‘No sleep, go!’ he mouthed horribly. ‘Oh, go!’
‘Delirious,’ said one man. ‘Shock.’
‘No sedatives!’ screamed Sale.
The sedative flowed into him.
Eeeeeeeee, sang the ancient winds.
Ahhhhhhhhhh, sang the ancient seas.
‘No sedative, no sleep, please, don’t, don’t, don’t!’ screamed Sale, trying to get up. ‘You – don’t understand!’
‘Take it easy, old man, you’re safe among us now, nothing to worry about,’ said the rescuer above him.
Leonard Sale slept. The two men stood over him.
As they watched, Sale’s features changed violently. He groaned and cried and snarled in his sleep. His face was riven with emotion. It was the face of a saint, a sinner, a fiend, a monster, a darkness, a light, one, many, an army, a vacuum, all all!
He writhed in his sleep.
Eeeeeeeee! the sound burst from his mouth. Ahhhhhhhhhh! he screamed.
‘What’s wrong with him?’ asked one of the two rescuers.
‘I don’t know. More sedatives?’
‘More sedatives. Nerves. He needs more sleep.’
They stuck the needle in his arm. Sale writhed and spat and moaned.
Then, suddenly, he was dead.
He lay there, the two men over him. ‘What a shame,’ said one of them. ‘Can you figure that?’
‘Shock. Poor guy. What a pity.’ They covered his face. ‘Did you ever see a face like that?’
‘Loneliness. Shock.’
‘Yes. Lord, what an expression! I hope never to see a face like that again.’
‘What a shame, waiting for us, and we arrive, and he dies anyway.’
They glanced around. ‘What shall we do? Shall we spend the night?’
‘Yes. It’s good to be out of the ship.’
‘We’ll bury him first, of course.’
‘Naturally.’
‘And spend the night in the open, with good air, right? Good to be in the open again. After two weeks in that damned ship.’
‘Right. I’ll find a spot for him. You start supper, eh?’
‘Done.’
‘Should be good sleeping tonight.’
‘Fine, fine.’
They made a grave and said a word over it. They drank their evening coffee silently. They looked at the lovely sky and the bright and beautiful stars.
‘What a night,’ they said, lying down.
‘Pleasant dreams,’ said one, rolling over.
And the other replied, ‘Pleasant dreams.’
They slept.
The end
