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BLUEBLOOD
Illustrated by WOOD
There were two varieties of aliens--blue and bluer--but not as blue as the Earthmen!
Four Indigos were carrying an Azure. I called the others over to the screen.
"A sedan chair," identified Lee Chon. "Think the light-skinned one is a kind of a priest?"
Mike Ellik shook his head. "I doubt it. The chair isn't ornate enough. I think that's probably the standard method of travel--at least for a certain social elite."
"Do you notice anything unusual about those bully boys?"
"You tell me what you see," Ellik evaded.
"Three of them are mongoloid idiots," said Chon.
"I thought so," Ellik said, "but I wasn't quite sure--aliens and all."
"They're humanoids," Chon said, "and humanoids are my specialty. I know."
"The fourth one doesn't look much better."
"Um. The man in the chair is a striking specimen. No cerebral damage in him."
"I don't think the answer is brain damage. If the 'noble' trusts those four to carry him, their actions and reflexes must be pretty well coordinated. They can't have anything like palsy or epilepsy."
"They must breed a special type of slave for the job," Ellik suggested.
"They aren't slaves, Mike," I told him.
"No?" Ellik said, like talking to a kid. "And what are they, Mike?"
I breathed out hard, a little disgusted that big brains like Ellik and Chon couldn't see the translucent truth. "They are just four dumb slobs who can't get a better job, so they are hauling His Highness around because they have to make a living the hard way."
"That doesn't quite cover it, Johnny," Chon said. "The carriers are a completely different race."
"What's different about them?" I asked. "They've got hands to work with, eyes to see with, noses to smell with. If you kick one of them, I bet he'll hurt. It's just their bad luck to be dumb slobs."
Ellik grunted. "Unfortunately, Johnny, there are subtler differences. The darker aliens, the indigo-colored ones, seem to be definitely down further on the scale of local evolution. They must be an inferior race to the lighter, azure species."
Chon had been looking at us and listening to everything. Finally he said, "You can't be sure of that, Mike. You haven't seen all of the Indigos. Some of them may not be as far down as the common carriers."
Ellik sighed. "Explorers have to make snap decisions on insufficient data. We don't have time to see the whole damned planet before we write up a report."
"Yes, explorers have to make snap decisions," Chon repeated to himself. "Are you going to take a look at those buildings, see if it's a village?"
"I thought I'd see if our blueblood friend out there wants to show it to me," said Mike Ellik.
"He won't," I said.
They both looked at me.
"You don't have any chair and nobody to carry you," I went on. "He'll think you're just a slob."
"Jonathan," Ellik said, "you show occasional flashes of genius."
Ellik clapped me on the shoulder. "Of course it doesn't."
But his grip was too strong.
"Wait a minute. You want me to act like one of those slobs? That's asking a lot."
"But could you?"
"Not all the way to those buildings. What was the gravity reading, Lee?"
Chon closed his eyes a second. "Point nine seven three."
"There!" I said. "I couldn't tote you three or four miles piggy-back."
"Look," Chon said, "we can strip down a magnetic flyer and you can ride the seat, Mike. Johnny can pretend to carry you, like on a platter. It'll impress the yokels with the strength of our flunkies."
Chon laid a delicate hand on my back. "But, buddy, Mike outranks you."
I shook my head. "Not that way, he doesn't."
"We may be going to a lot of trouble for nothing," Mike said. "That gang may jump us as soon as we decant and try to have us for dinner."
"There's always that risk," Chon agreed solemnly, "but naturally I will remain on duty at the controls of the stun cannon."
"Securely inside," Ellik added.
"Always on duty," Chon said.
"Always inside," Ellik said.
"It's in the records, Ellik. I took the last one." Lee said it a little too sharp and it cut the kidding.
"Go soak your soft head in brine," Ellik said, disgruntled.
"Wait a minute," Chon called.
Ellik turned back. "Yeah?"
"Don't forget to take your communicator with you." Chon's voice was choked. "You may get out of line of sight if you go off with that troupe."
"I know this business," Ellik said, turning away.
"Mike, I'm sorry if I offended you. Shake, huh?"
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