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Title: The Brides Of Ool
Author: M. A. Cummings
Release Date: October 16, 2020 [EBook #63475]
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THE BRIDES OF OOL
By M. A. CUMMINGS
_The Goddess of Love had never showered Ool with
her favors. He was the saddest lover this side
of Io ... either that, or the most skillful lady
killer since the invention of Gilk's death-ray._
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Summer 1955.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
As the soft tones of the morning gong sounded through the cabin Ool
yawned and stretched. Then he grinned, remembering. This was the
first morning of his honeymoon. Of course, honeymoons were even more
out-of-date than marriage services. But Loris had wanted both and Ool
was willing to let her have her way.
Funny to think that after all this time Loris was really his. His hand
caressed the form lying beside him, the flesh smooth and cold as marble.
Cold! He sat up suddenly, staring at the girl. The pearly lustre
of her skin had faded to a chalky white, and he could see no sign
of breathing. Frantically he felt for a heartbeat. There was none.
Loris--his beautiful Loris, was dead.
* * * * *
As the lights glowed on the board, the young Watcher forgot discipline,
even forgot the inter-office video. Stumbling into the captain's
office, he shouted,
"It's Commander Ool. He's requesting permission to land--" he gulped,
came to attention, "sir."
The captain was equally startled. But years of training helped him to
keep control.
"Wonder where he's been all this time. No report from him in weeks.
Permission granted. And tell him to report up here at once. The Old Men
will want to hear about this. I wouldn't want to be in his boots."
"If I'd been gone this long I wouldn't have bothered to come back," the
Watcher said.
"They'd have found him sooner or later. He couldn't stay up forever,"
the captain said. "Better get those signals out." And the young
Watcher went back to his post, shaking his head over anyone foolish
enough to anger the Old Men, while the captain put through a call to
Committee headquarters.
Between the frequent tests and long periods of questioning, Ool was
also wondering where he had been. Two weeks gone out of his life
without the slightest glimmer of a memory about them. Two weeks of
floating in space. Had Loris been dead all the time? Or had she died
while he lay unconscious? Had he--could he have killed her without
knowing it?
Furiously Ool tried to assemble his thoughts, to force his tired brain
back over all that had happened, trying to find some explanation.
He could remember perfectly except for the last two weeks. The
Invasion--which had threatened to wipe out Civilization. When, in the
last desperate moments, the untested Gilkite rays had been used, and
like an invisible screen, had held off the foe. How he alone had stood
for hours at the machines, after Gilk, the froglike Martian inventor
had run from the scene, howling with terror.
The crowds claiming him as the hero of the hour, screaming for the
sight of him. Then the meeting with Loris--Loris of the silver hair,
the long slim body which gleamed like pearl, the husky voice.
It had been a struggle to get the Old Men to grant them permission to
mate, for Loris was a Venusian and not at all the proper sort of mate
for a Warrior. But with the success of Gilkite, there might be no more
need for Warriors--so permission was granted. And now Loris was dead.
Once more Ool was summoned before the committee.
"The committee agrees," said the Oldest Man, "that you could not have
been responsible for the death of your mate."
"The Gilkite--" Ool began.
"Only Gilk knows positively what to expect from it, and he cannot be
found. However, our scientists have given you every known test. And
believe me, Captain, if there were the slightest suspicion in the minds
of any one of them, the order would have been given for your immediate
destruction. We would take no chances on your being a carrier of death
rays."
"And Loris?"
"You will remember that the committee opposed this mating. Although
Loris' ancestors--like those of all of us--were Terrans, the
generations had adapted themselves to life on Venus. We do not know
what changes have taken place; how they will be affected by situations
which are normal to us."
Ool stood silent. In his own mind, that did not answer the question of
what had happened to Loris, or what had gone on during the two weeks.
"Unfortunately," the Oldest Man went on smoothly, as if answering his
thoughts, "we have no way of telling what did happen. There was a flaw
in the communications system of your ship. Shortly after you took off
the Security Screen went blank."
The prisoner felt the blood slowly rising in his face. The screen had
gone blank, but it had been no accident.
* * * * *
He remembered Loris coming up behind him as he worked on the screen.
"What are you doing?" she asked curiously.
"Sh," he warned. He worked a moment more, then the screen went blank.
"This is one ship that isn't going to have any Security Check for a
while," he announced with satisfaction.
"Won't you get into trouble?"
"Probably, but it will be worth it." He grinned at her appreciatively.
Loris was wearing a robe of misty green, through which her body gleamed
as though she stood in the midst of a soft cloud. Ool shook his head.
"Good thing I turned it off when I did. If some old Security Watcher
could see you now, his hardened arteries would probably break into a
million pieces."
Loris laughed huskily and stretched her arms above her head. The green
mist settled slowly around her ankles. He could remember his vague
surprise that the pearly-hued flesh was not cold as she came into his
arms, but warm, quite warm--
Was he imagining it, or was there a twinkle in the eye of the Oldest
Man?
"The Old Men," he was saying drily, "are not too old to have memories.
The destruction of a Security Check could be considered a major crime
but, since there is no war, the committee is willing to take into
consideration your excellent record as Commander of the Patrol--and the
circumstances. It is regrettable that we cannot tell what did happen to
your mate, but the committee agrees that you are not to blame. You are
free to go, Captain."
Ool walked out into the sunlight. He was free but Loris was dead.
He soon found that he was not alone in his grief. Messages poured in.
With the familiarity they always feel toward their heroes, the people
had made his loss their own. And when he met Tanya, the exotic Martian
dancer, they shared his happiness.
There was no attempt this time to disconnect the Security Screen, so
the Watchers were able to tell exactly what happened. The two merely
fell asleep. Ool--as he must have done before--slept for several days,
as if he had been drugged, then awoke to find himself a widower for the
second time. Nothing had happened, but Tanya was dead.
The examination to which Ool was submitted now was even more thorough
than the one he had undergone earlier. The results were the same. Once
more he was found innocent.
But if the committee absolved him, many of the people did not. Black
looks were thrown at him, people began to edge away from him in the
streets.
Ool did not blame them. To him, it was as simple as it was to them. Two
women had mated with him; two women were dead. The fault was his.
There were plenty of places where they didn't care who you were
or what you had done as long as you had the price of a drink. Ool
found them all. In them gathered the outcasts of half a dozen
planets--thieves, murderers, saboteurs--and in the midst of them,
Captain Ool, the pride of the Interplanetary Patrol, tried to drink
himself into oblivion.
He was well on his way one night sitting alone at his table when a girl
came to the door and looked in, as if searching for someone. Not the
sort of girl you'd expect to find in a place like this; she was clean
and healthy. Her short golden curls gleamed through the blue haze, and
her firm-muscled young body in its short tunic was the focus of many
bleary eyes as she threaded her way between the tables.
"Ool, I've been looking for you," she cried. He looked at her hazily.
"You don't want me," he spoke carefully, managing not to slur his
words. "I'm Ool, the lady killer. I'll get you if you don't watch out."
He giggled and tipped up the bottle. It was empty so he waved the
waiter over.
"My capac--capacity's increasing," he told the girl. "At first I
couldn't finish one bottle. Now I can almost finish two."
"Ool, listen--" she caught at his arm.
He brushed her aside and reached for the bottle in the waiter's hand.
The girl beckoned the waiter aside, whispered to him. He shook his
head, then nodded as she slipped something into his hand. They came to
the table.
"You'd better go with the lady," the waiter advised, but Ool ignored
him and took another drink. The waiter lifted him to his feet. Through
the thickening fog Ool saw the man's fist go back.
Then came the oblivion he wanted.
* * * * *
He awoke in what seemed to be a laboratory. It seemed familiar. So did
the voices he heard, both talking at once. They broke off as he moved.
"Ryyn, he's coming to," the girl's voice cried.
Ool looked up. Standing over him were two figures in white tunics. Both
had the same blue eyes and short golden hair. He closed his eyes and
shook his head to clear it, then wished he hadn't.
The girl laughed happily.
"You're not seeing double," she assured him. "Don't you remember us?"
Ool opened his eyes once more. The words, the girl's tone, set his
fuzzy brain to working. Of course--the man was Ryyn, who had been one
of his best friends at the Academy. Ryyn, whose brilliant mind had
already won him a recommendation for a place on the committee; the
youngest man ever to be considered.
Then the girl--the girl who had come after him--must be Ryaa, his twin
sister. Ool remembered her as a slim, boyish kid. There was certainly
nothing boyish about her appearance now.
Ool tried to sit up and instantly Ryaa was by his side, helping him.
"Just take it easy," she advised. "Ryyn is going to give you something
to make you feel better."
"Ryaa, I am not in the business of making hangover remedies," Ryyn
growled. But at the same time he thrust something into Ool's hand.
"Drink," he commanded.
Ool obeyed, shuddering.
"Anything that tastes that bad should either kill or cure," he said.
"Probably be better for me if it killed."
"Don't say that," Ryaa cried. "Ryyn is going to help you, aren't you?"
"Nobody can help me." He buried his face in his hands. "For all I know
I really may have killed them."
Ryyn nodded.
"There's always that chance but I don't think so. Anything that
deadly would show up in a test. But I'll have to know more about what
happened--"
Step by step he led Ool back over every detail, from his meeting with
each girl to her death.
Ryaa sat beside Ool, her hand in his, trying not to wince when he
tightened his grip at some painful memory.
"Thanks," Ryyn said at last. "I think that's all I need right now.
Sorry if I had to hurt you but I'm not in a position to keep up with
the news. If we can do anything you'll have Ryaa to thank for it. She
dragged me away from my experiments and made me promise to do what I
could--or else," he grinned at his sister, "she threatened to foul
things up and leave me hanging somewhere in space indefinitely."
Ool stared at the girl beside him. This didn't sound like the quiet
little Ryaa he had known. But her scarlet face showed that at least a
part of Ryyn's statement was true.
"Now," Ryyn continued, "I have things to do. Ryaa, why don't you take
this big fellow in tow, and the two of you go out and have a good time?"
"Do you think it's wise?" Ool asked.
"Oh, yes," Ryaa breathed. Ryyn grinned.
"I think so. I want you to forget as completely as possible that this
conversation ever took place. For a few days try not to think about it
or me. It will help me if you don't."
When Ool began to be seen in public with another girl, excited whispers
spread the news rapidly. Sympathetic glances came Ryaa's way but she
seemed not to notice them. Before long some of her gaiety transferred
itself to Ool, and for a time he forgot the tragedy hanging over him.
He was reminded abruptly by a summons from Ryyn.
"I know the answer," he told Ool, "but we will have to have proof. The
committee has given permission for an experiment. If Ryaa is willing to
take a chance--"
"I'll do anything to help Ool," Ryaa said fervently.
"I thought so," her brother answered. "So I asked the committee to
grant you two permission to mate."
"No," Ool cried hoarsely. "Not Ryaa. I don't want her to die too."
"Nothing will happen to Ryaa if you both do exactly as I say. It's our
only chance to prove your innocence. Besides, I've already made the
announcement. There's nothing you can do about it now."
Ool glared at him helplessly, then sank into a chair. Ryaa came to him
and put her arms around him.
"You said you were willing to do what Ryyn wanted. So am I. If he says
I'll be all right, I will."
"Well," Ool was only half convinced. "If it's all right with Ryaa. What
do you want us to do."
"Just one thing right now--just stay here till I give the word."
Ryyn's announcement spread quickly, and the reception was what might
have been expected. The people were shocked.
"I don't think the committee should allow it," was the usual comment.
"There may be more women than men in the Universe, but if Ool keeps on
mating with them, we'll soon be even," remarked someone with misplaced
humor.
* * * * *
When Ryyn had decided that the news had spread enough, he gave them the
word. Ryaa had voted for the space ship to show that she really wasn't
afraid of the jinx, but Ryyn forbade that. He had personally chosen a
resort, and had used his influence to overcome the owner's reluctance.
It was Ryyn, too, who had the would-be interviewers and most of the
curious crowd cleared away.
Several of the remarks made by the crowd had started Ool to worrying
again. And in spite of her brave remarks, he knew that Ryaa was afraid
too.
"You don't have to go through with this," he told her. "No one would
blame you for walking out."
Ryaa shook her head.
"It will be all right," she insisted. Standing on tiptoe, she caught
his face between her hands and pressed her lips to his.
"That's how much I think of your old curse," she murmured and fled into
the other room.
When she returned she had changed into a sheer blue gown that just
matched her eyes, and did nothing to hide her perfectly formed body.
Ool stared. He knew that she had grown up but he hadn't realized how
beautiful she had become.
He took a step toward her. But there, standing beside her, were the
ghostly figures of Loris and Tanya. He stopped abruptly and his arms
fell to his sides.
"I must say you don't act much like an ardent bridegroom," Ryaa
complained. "After all, we're supposed to behave normally." She caught
his arms and drew them around her. Slipping her arms around his neck
she raised her face to his.
Ool's arms tightened around her and his lips met hers.
Behind Ryaa a chair disintegrated with a whispered sigh, unheard by
the lovers. But they did hear the crash of splintering glass as two
struggling figures hurtled into the room. Ryaa clung to Ool as the
fighters threshed around them, unrecognizable at first. Then a slim,
golden-haired figure seemed to be forcing his opponent down.
"Ryyn," Ryaa exclaimed. "But who--"
The two figures were struggling over some sort of a weapon. A sudden
twist of Ryyn's wrist sent it hurtling across the room. Ool scooped it
up--a strange sort of gun--and stood ready to aid Ryyn. But it was no
longer necessary for Ryyn had pinned the other's arms behind him and
now forced him to his feet. He was a dark, squat Martian, who looked
like a malevolent frog.
"Gilk!" The name broke from Ool's incredulous lips.
"Gilk," Ryyn agreed. "The only person who had reason to hate you and
was clever enough to think up such a fiendish plot. Too clever, really,
to be caught in such a simple trap, with you two doing your best to
give it away. We were lucky that he was mad with hate, so he didn't
notice." He called out and two guards came into the room, one from the
door and the other through the broken window. Behind them came the
members of the committee.
"Here's our murderer," Ryyn told them. "It shouldn't be hard to prove
that he killed the others now that we saw him try to kill Ryaa and Ool."
"Not Ool," Gilk snarled. "I didn't want him to die. Only her. Ool would
have stayed alive to suffer again."
"But why?" Ool asked. "We were friends."
"Friends!" Gilk spat the word at him. "After all that you did to me. I
invented Gilkite--I alone--the only thing powerful enough to halt an
entire invasion force. But you received all the glory."
"Because you were a coward," Ryaa cried, stepping in front of Ool. "You
ran away and left him to face the entire fleet alone."
"I wasn't a coward," Gilk told her in a hurt tone. "There was always
a chance that something might go wrong; that it might not stop them.
Patrol Commanders are plentiful enough; Ool could have been replaced.
But there is only one Gilk. No one could have replaced me." His voice
rose to a shriek. "Then Ool took all the credit, and they laughed at
me. But their great hero isn't a hero any longer."
"You arranged all that, didn't you?" Ryyn asked.
"Of course I arranged it. No one else would be clever enough. But
for me it was simple. A little preparation of mine, slipped into the
bride's clothing or perfume. Just a matter of timing. But this time I
couldn't get to her things ahead of time. I suppose that was your idea.
I had to come and do it myself. And I will!"
With a swift motion he slipped from Ryyn's grasp. A needle glittered in
his hand as he threw himself toward Ryaa.
The guards stood helpless. Neither of them could fire without hitting
Ryaa. Ryyn started forward but Ool was ahead of him. With one hand he
sent Ryaa sprawling out of danger. With the other, which still held the
gun, he struck Gilk a smashing blow across the face.
The Martian staggered backward, tripped and fell. He screamed once and
was still. Ryyn bent over him.
"He fell on the needle," he announced. "At least it was quick."
"Now I don't suppose that anyone will ever know how to make Gilkite,"
one of the guards said as they picked up the body.
"Perhaps it's just as well," said the Oldest Man. "It's too dangerous a
secret for anyone to possess. But tell us, Ryyn. What made you think of
him?"
Ryyn smiled.
"The tools of our trades have changed quite a bit through the ages," he
said. "But basically people haven't. The First Murderer that we know of
killed his brother out of jealousy. It's still an important motive."
"And with the motive established it wasn't hard to find your killer?"
said the Oldest Man. "But you also mentioned that when the experiment
was over, you thought that Ool might petition the committee to set
aside this latest mating."
Ryyn glanced at Ool, kneeling beside Ryaa, gathering her into his arms.
"I think we'd better forget that part, sir," he suggested.
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