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.They paid their money to the girl at the cashdesk, went inside.On the stage the dancers were huddled together.They looked frightened but there was more than fear on their faces.Anticipation?Excitement?There was music again-electronic yet disturbingly primeval and, to Grimesat least, evocative.He recognised the eery whispering of didgerydoos, therhythmic clicking of singing sticks, the ominous, soughing bellow of bullroarers.The first of the hunters came out from the dressing room.He was nakedand the skin of his body had been painted black and that of his face in aferocious design of white, red and yellow.He was carrying a spear.Grimesstared; surely it was not a real one.He was relieved to see that it was not.The shaft terminated not in a blade but a ball.One by one the other intrepid hunters emerged.A few actually looked likereal savages but most of them like what they really were, fat, soft men infancy-undress.Some were.obviously embarrassed, a few were obviouslyeagerly looking forward to the hunt.A tourist woman yelled, "If you could only see yourself, Wilberforce! I'lltreasure this memory to my dying day!"Katy called to her, "There'll be photographs on sale after the hunt, dearie!"Then, "All right you great black hunters! You've been told the rules! Go toit!"The lights dimmed.The bodies of the naked women, still on the stage,were faintly luminous as were the painted faces of the hunters.The weirdmusic continued and added to it there was a distant howling, no doubt theidea of whoever was playing the synthesiser as to what dingoes shouldsound like.The girls were shuffling nervously, uttering little, animalsqueals.A chill breeze blew through the vast room.Something made Grimes look uptowards the ceiling.It now had the appearance of a black, clear sky with ascattering of bright stars.Only one constellation was recognisable and thatonly to Terrans-the Southern Cross.The women were squealing more loudly now, jumping from the stage.Theywere crouching as they hopped, their hands held up to their breasts likeforepaws.They scattered, bounding between the tables.One of thembrushed by Grimes.Given a tail, he thought, she could have passed for abig, albino kangaroo.The hunted were familiar with the terrain, the hunters were not.Theyblundered into tables, oversetting drinks.Some were deliberately tripped bythe outstretched legs of friends or wives or mistresses.But the quarrieswould have to allow themselves to be run down eventually.That was theirjob.That was what they were being paid for.The first 'kill" was not far from where Grimes was sitting.The huntsman,running with his spear extended before him, just flicked his victim on thebuttocks with the end of his weapon.She screamed-and it was a realscream.She fell face down, her body twitching. The hunter yelled in triumph, pounced on to her, roughly turned her over,spreading her legs.He coupled with her brutally and briefly.He rolled offher, got unsteadily to his feet.Grimes stared disgustedly into the man'sface.Even under the thick paint he thought that he could read shame.Theman muttered something, shambled slowly towards the dressing room.Grimes looked down at the girl, sprawling supine on the floor.She lookedup at him.He was shocked by her expression, by the hopelessness of it.Hewanted to say something comforting, to do something.He was half way outof his chair when Tanya stopped him."Don't waste sympathy on the little bitch," she said harshly."She's makinga damn sight better living here than she would be on her own lousy planet.""And where is that?" asked Grimes."How should I know? There're girls here from all over the galaxy.None of uswas pressganged.""Mphm?""Of course not.Oh, I admit that getting back to Carinthia after I've mademy pile won't be as easy as I thought it would be.Making my pile's thetrouble.By the time I've paid the nominal-ha, ha!-rent for my room andbought a few rags and crusts there's not much left of my retaining fee.If itweren't for the generosity of tourists.And spacers.""Mphm.""I'm being frank with you, John.If I take you up to my room I shall expect apresent.""I'm sorry," lied Grimes."I have to be back aboard my ship soon.But if youcan tell me anything about these girls there'll be a present for you.""Cash on the nail," she said.He went into a brief but intense session of mental arithmetic.There wouldbe the bill for the meal and a tip for the waitress.Luckily he did not haveto worry about paying his fare back to the spaceport.He extracted notesfrom his wallet, passed them to her."Is that all?" She shrugged."Better than nothing, I suppose.Well, all Iknow about the big-bummed, flat-chested bitches is that they were broughthere in Captain Dreeble's ship, the Willy Willy.They're under contract toAble Enterprises.Able Enterprises owns a big chunk of this Kathouse.Satisfied?""What language do they speak?""A sort of standard English.With an accent-rather like yours."The lights were up again now.The last of the hunted girls had pickedherself up from the floor and vanished from the room.The music was nolonger eery but merely brassily strident.The stage was occupied by agiggling gaggle of tourist women, dancing lasciviously, tripping over the clothing that they were discarding.They were joined by a group of thehunters, still blackly and greasily naked.Grimes waited for a while to see if anybody would be doing anything with abottle and two wine glasses-but that must be, he decided, a party trickpeculiar to Fenella Pruin.He asked Tanya to call for the bill.She did so.Shescowled at him when he tipped the little waitress.He said a not very warm goodnight to Tanya.She said a not very warm goodnight to him.There was no suggestion from either side that they should meet again.He returned to his ship.Nine"And how did you find the Kathouse?" asked Fenella Pruin, regarding Grimesrather blearily over the breakfast table.Before he had time to reply shesaid, "These are bloody awful eggs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.They paid their money to the girl at the cashdesk, went inside.On the stage the dancers were huddled together.They looked frightened but there was more than fear on their faces.Anticipation?Excitement?There was music again-electronic yet disturbingly primeval and, to Grimesat least, evocative.He recognised the eery whispering of didgerydoos, therhythmic clicking of singing sticks, the ominous, soughing bellow of bullroarers.The first of the hunters came out from the dressing room.He was nakedand the skin of his body had been painted black and that of his face in aferocious design of white, red and yellow.He was carrying a spear.Grimesstared; surely it was not a real one.He was relieved to see that it was not.The shaft terminated not in a blade but a ball.One by one the other intrepid hunters emerged.A few actually looked likereal savages but most of them like what they really were, fat, soft men infancy-undress.Some were.obviously embarrassed, a few were obviouslyeagerly looking forward to the hunt.A tourist woman yelled, "If you could only see yourself, Wilberforce! I'lltreasure this memory to my dying day!"Katy called to her, "There'll be photographs on sale after the hunt, dearie!"Then, "All right you great black hunters! You've been told the rules! Go toit!"The lights dimmed.The bodies of the naked women, still on the stage,were faintly luminous as were the painted faces of the hunters.The weirdmusic continued and added to it there was a distant howling, no doubt theidea of whoever was playing the synthesiser as to what dingoes shouldsound like.The girls were shuffling nervously, uttering little, animalsqueals.A chill breeze blew through the vast room.Something made Grimes look uptowards the ceiling.It now had the appearance of a black, clear sky with ascattering of bright stars.Only one constellation was recognisable and thatonly to Terrans-the Southern Cross.The women were squealing more loudly now, jumping from the stage.Theywere crouching as they hopped, their hands held up to their breasts likeforepaws.They scattered, bounding between the tables.One of thembrushed by Grimes.Given a tail, he thought, she could have passed for abig, albino kangaroo.The hunted were familiar with the terrain, the hunters were not.Theyblundered into tables, oversetting drinks.Some were deliberately tripped bythe outstretched legs of friends or wives or mistresses.But the quarrieswould have to allow themselves to be run down eventually.That was theirjob.That was what they were being paid for.The first 'kill" was not far from where Grimes was sitting.The huntsman,running with his spear extended before him, just flicked his victim on thebuttocks with the end of his weapon.She screamed-and it was a realscream.She fell face down, her body twitching. The hunter yelled in triumph, pounced on to her, roughly turned her over,spreading her legs.He coupled with her brutally and briefly.He rolled offher, got unsteadily to his feet.Grimes stared disgustedly into the man'sface.Even under the thick paint he thought that he could read shame.Theman muttered something, shambled slowly towards the dressing room.Grimes looked down at the girl, sprawling supine on the floor.She lookedup at him.He was shocked by her expression, by the hopelessness of it.Hewanted to say something comforting, to do something.He was half way outof his chair when Tanya stopped him."Don't waste sympathy on the little bitch," she said harshly."She's makinga damn sight better living here than she would be on her own lousy planet.""And where is that?" asked Grimes."How should I know? There're girls here from all over the galaxy.None of uswas pressganged.""Mphm?""Of course not.Oh, I admit that getting back to Carinthia after I've mademy pile won't be as easy as I thought it would be.Making my pile's thetrouble.By the time I've paid the nominal-ha, ha!-rent for my room andbought a few rags and crusts there's not much left of my retaining fee.If itweren't for the generosity of tourists.And spacers.""Mphm.""I'm being frank with you, John.If I take you up to my room I shall expect apresent.""I'm sorry," lied Grimes."I have to be back aboard my ship soon.But if youcan tell me anything about these girls there'll be a present for you.""Cash on the nail," she said.He went into a brief but intense session of mental arithmetic.There wouldbe the bill for the meal and a tip for the waitress.Luckily he did not haveto worry about paying his fare back to the spaceport.He extracted notesfrom his wallet, passed them to her."Is that all?" She shrugged."Better than nothing, I suppose.Well, all Iknow about the big-bummed, flat-chested bitches is that they were broughthere in Captain Dreeble's ship, the Willy Willy.They're under contract toAble Enterprises.Able Enterprises owns a big chunk of this Kathouse.Satisfied?""What language do they speak?""A sort of standard English.With an accent-rather like yours."The lights were up again now.The last of the hunted girls had pickedherself up from the floor and vanished from the room.The music was nolonger eery but merely brassily strident.The stage was occupied by agiggling gaggle of tourist women, dancing lasciviously, tripping over the clothing that they were discarding.They were joined by a group of thehunters, still blackly and greasily naked.Grimes waited for a while to see if anybody would be doing anything with abottle and two wine glasses-but that must be, he decided, a party trickpeculiar to Fenella Pruin.He asked Tanya to call for the bill.She did so.Shescowled at him when he tipped the little waitress.He said a not very warm goodnight to Tanya.She said a not very warm goodnight to him.There was no suggestion from either side that they should meet again.He returned to his ship.Nine"And how did you find the Kathouse?" asked Fenella Pruin, regarding Grimesrather blearily over the breakfast table.Before he had time to reply shesaid, "These are bloody awful eggs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]