Second Variety and Other Stories (40 page)

"You will?" Pathetic joy surged through Eric. Tears came to his eyes. He was too relieved to ask
any questions. "Gosh, I sure would appreciate it!"

The god concentrated. "Stand out of the way. It's easier to distort the molecular arrangement of a
body than to restore the original configuration. I hope I can get it exactly as it was." It made a faint
motion.

Around Pat's silent figure the air stirred. The pale granite shuddered. Slowly, color seeped back
into her features. She gasped sharply, her dark eyes flashing with fear. Color filled her arms, shoulders,
breasts, spreading through her trim body. She cried out, tottering unsteadily. "Eric!"

Eric caught her, hugging her tight. "Gosh, honey. I'm sure glad you're all right." He crushed her
against him, feeling her heart thump with terror. He kissed her soft lips again and again. "Welcome back."

Pat pulled abruptly away. "That little snake. That miserable particle of waste. Wait until I get my
hands on it." She advanced toward the god, eyes blazing. "Listen, you. What's the idea? How dare you!"

"See?" the god said. "They never change."

Eric pulled his wife back. "You better shut up or you'll be granite again. Understand?"

Pat caught the urgent rasp in his voice. She subsided reluctantly. "All right, Eric, I give up."

"Listen," Eric said to the god. "How about Tom? How about restoring him?"

"The toad? Where is he?"

"In the Biology Lab. Jennings and his staff are working on him."

The god considered. "I don't like the sound of that. The Biology Lab? Where is that? How far
away?"

"Terran Metals. Main Building." Eric was impatient. "Maybe five miles. "How about it? Maybe if
you restore him Bradshaw will give me my job back. You owe it to me. Set things back the way they
were."

"I can't."

"You can't! Why the hell not?"

"I thought gods were omnipotent," Pat sniffed petulantly.

"I can do anything -- at short range. The Terran Metals Biology Lab is too far. Five miles is
beyond my limit. I can distort molecular arrangements within a limited circle only."

"I can do anything -- at short range. The Terran Metals Biology Lab is too far. Five miles is
beyond my limit. I can distort molecular arrangements within a limited circle only."

"That's the way it is. You shouldn't have taken him out of the house. Gods are subject to natural
law just as you are. Our laws are different, but they are still laws."

"I see," Eric murmured. "You should have said."

"As far as your job goes, don't worry about that. Here, I'll create some gold." The god made a
motion with its scaly hands. A section of curtain flashed suddenly yellow and crashed to the floor with a
metallic tinkle. "Solid gold. That ought to keep you a few days."

"We're no longer on the gold standard."

"Well, whatever you need. I can do anything."

"Except turn Tom back into a human being," Pat said. "Fine god you are."

"Shut up, Pat," Eric muttered, deep in thought.

"If there was some way I could be closer to him," the god said cautiously. "If he were within
range..."

"Bradshaw will never let him go. And I can't set foot around there. The guards will tear me to
bits."

"How about some platinum?" The god made a pass and a section of the wall glowed white.
"Solid platinum. A simple change of atomic weight. Will that help?"

"No!" Eric paced back and forth. "We've got to get that toad away from Bradshaw. If we can
get him back here --"

"I have an idea," the god said.

"What?"

"Perhaps you could get me in there. Perhaps if I could get onto the Company grounds, within
range of the Biology Lab."

"It's worth a try," Pat said, putting her hand on Eric's shoulder. "After all, Tom's your best friend.
It's a shame to treat him this way. It's -- it's un-Terran."

Eric grabbed his coat. "It's settled. I'll drive as close as I can to the Company grounds. I ought to
be able to get near enough before the guards catch sight of me to --"

A crash. The front door collapsed abruptly in a heap of ash. Teams of robot police surged into
the room, blastguns ready.

"All right," Jennings said. "That's him." He strode quickly into the house. "Get him. And get that
thing in the box."

"Jennings!" Eric swallowed in alarm. "What the hell is this?"

Jennings's lip curled. "Cut out the pretense, Blake. You're not fooling me." He tapped a small
metal case under his arm. "The toad revealed all. So you've got a non-Terrestrial in this house, have
you?" He laughed coldly. "There's a law against bringing non-Terrans to Earth. You're under arrest,
Blake. You'll probably get life."

"Tinokuknoi Arevulopapo!" Eric Blake squeaked. "Don't forsake me at a time like this!"

"I'm coming," the god grunted. It heaved violently. "How's this?"

The robot police jerked as a torrent of force erupted from the box. Abruptly they disappeared,
winking out of existence. Where they had stood a horde of mechanical mice milled aimlessly, spilling
frantically through the doorway, out into the yard.

Jennings's face showed astonishment and then panic. He retreated, waving his blaster menacingly.
"See here, Blake. Don't think you can scare me. We've got this house surrounded."

A bolt of force hit him in the stomach. The bolt lifted him and shook him like a rag doll. His
blaster skidded from his fingers, falling to the floor. Jennings groped for it desperately. The blaster turned
into a spider and crawled rapidly off, out of his reach.

"Set him down," Eric urged.

"All right." The god released Jennings. He crashed to the floor, stunned and frightened. He
scrambled wildly to his feet and ran from the house, down the path to the sidewalk.

"Oh dear," Pat said.

"Oh dear," Pat said.

"Look."

Pulled up in a circle around the house was a solid line of atomic cannon. Their snouts gleamed
wickedly in the late afternoon sunlight. Groups of robot police stood around each cannon, waiting alertly
for instructions.

Eric groaned. "We're sunk. One blast and we're finished."

"Do something!" Pat gasped. She prodded the box. "Enchant them. Don't just sit there."

"They are out of range," the god replied. "As I explained, my power is limited by distance."

"You in there!" a voice came, magnified by a hundred loudspeakers. "Come out with your hands
up. Or we open fire!"

"Bradshaw," Eric groaned. "He's out there. We're trapped. You sure you can't do something?"

"Sorry," the god said. "I can put up a shield against the cannon." It concentrated. Outside the
house a dull surface formed, a globe rapidly hardening around them.

"All right," Bradshaw's magnified voice came, muffled by the shield. "You asked for it."

The first shell hit. Eric found himself lying on the floor, his ears ringing, everything going around
and around. Pat lay beside him, dazed and frightened. The house was a shambles. Walls, chairs,
furniture, all was in ruins.

"Fine shield," Pat gasped.

"The concussion," the god protested. Its box lay in the corner on its side. "The shield stops the
shells, but the concussion --"

A second shell struck. A wall of pressure rolled over Eric, stunning him. He skidded, tossed by a
violent wind, crashing against heaps of debris that had been his house.

"We can't last," Pat said faintly. "Tell them to stop, Eric. Please!"

"Your wife is right," the god's calm voice came up, from its overturned box. "Surrender, Eric.
Give yourself up."

"I guess I better." Eric pulled himself up on his knees. "But golly, I don't want to spend the rest of
my life in prison. I knew I was breaking the law when I smuggled the damn thing in here, but I never
thought --"

A third shell hit. Eric tumbled down, his chin smacking the floor. Plaster and rubble rained down
on him, choking and blinding him. He fought his way up, grabbing hold of a jutting beam.

"Stop!" he shouted.

There was sudden silence.

"Are you willing to surrender?" the magnified voice boomed.

"Surrender," the god murmured.

Eric's mind raced desperately. "I -- I have a deal. A compromise." He thought fast, his brain in
high gear. "I have a proposal."

There was a long pause. "What's the proposal?"

Eric stepped warily through the rubble to the edge of the shield. The shield was almost gone.
Only a shimmering haze remained, through which the circle of atomic cannon was visible, the cannon and
the robot police.

"Matson," Eric gasped, getting his breath. "The toad. We'll make the following deal. We'll restore
Matson to his original shape. We'll return the non-Terrestrial to Ganymede. In return, you waive
prosecution and I get my job back."

"Absurd! My labs can easily restore Matson without your help."

"Oh yeah? Ask Matson. He'll tell you. If you don't agree, Matson will be a toad for the next two
hundred years -- at least!"

A long silence followed. Eric could see figures moving back and forth, conferring behind the
guns.

"All right," Bradshaw's voice came at last. "We agree. Drop the shield and come forward. I'll
send Jennings with the toad. No tricks, Blake!"

"No tricks." Eric sagged with relief. "Come along," he said to the god, picking up the dented box.
"Drop the shield and let's get this over with. Those cannon make me nervous."

"No tricks." Eric sagged with relief. "Come along," he said to the god, picking up the dented box.
"Drop the shield and let's get this over with. Those cannon make me nervous."

"Here I come." Eric advanced warily, the box in his hands. "Where's Matson?"

Jennings came toward him. "I have him." His curiosity overcame his suspicion. "This ought to be
interesting. We should make a close study of all extra-dimensional life. Apparently they possess science
much in advance of our own."

Jennings squatted down, placing the small green toad carefully on the grass.

"There he is," Eric said to the god.

"Is this close enough?" Pat asked icily.

"This is sufficient," the god said. "This is exactly right." It turned its single eye on the toad and
made a few brief motions with its scaly claws.

A shimmer hovered over the toad. Extra-dimensional forces were at work, fingering and plucking
at the toad molecules. Abruptly the toad twitched. For a second it shuddered, an insistent vibration
lapped over it. Then --

Matson ballooned into existence, the familiar bean-pole figure, towering over Eric and Jennings
and Pat.

"Lord," Matson breathed shakily. He got out his handkerchief and wiped his face. "I'm glad that's
over. Wouldn't want to go through that again."

Jennings retreated hurriedly toward the circle of cannon. Matson turned and headed after him.
Eric and his wife and god were suddenly alone in the center of the lawn.

"Hey!" Eric demanded, cold alarm plucking at him. "What is this? What the hell's going on?"

"Sorry, Blake," Bradshaw's voice came. "It was essential to restore Matson. But we can't alter
the law. The law is above any man, even me. You're under arrest."

Robot police swarmed forward, grimly surrounding Eric and Pat. "You skunk," Eric choked,
struggling feebly.

Bradshaw came out from behind the cannon, hands in his pockets, grinning calmly. "Sorry,
Blake. You should be out of jail in ten or fifteen years, though. Your job will be waiting for you -- I
promise. As for this extra-dimensional being, I'm quite interested in seeing it. I've heard of such things."
He peered toward the box. "I'm happy to take charge of it. Our labs will perform experiments and tests
on it which will..."

Bradshaw's words died. His face turned a sickly hue. His mouth opened and closed, but no
sounds came.

From the box came a swelling, frenzied buzz of rage. Nar Dolk! I knew I'd find you!"

Bradshaw retreated, trembling violently. "Why, of all persons. Tinokuknoi Arevulopapo! What
are you doing on Terra?" He stumbled, half falling. "How did you, that is, after so long, how could --"

Then Bradshaw was running, scattering robot police in all directions, rushing wildly past the
atomic cannon.

"Nar Dolk!" the god screamed, swelling with fury. "Scourge of the Seven Temples! Flotsam of
Space! I knew you were on this miserable planet! Come back and take your punishment!"

The god burst upward, flashing into the air. It raced past Eric and Pat, growing as it flew. A
sickening, nauseous wind, warm and damp, lapped at their faces, as the god gained speed.

Bradshaw -- Nar Dolk -- ran frantically. And as he ran he changed. Immense wings sprouted
from him. Great leathery wings, beating the air in frantic haste. His body oozed and altered. Tentacles
replaced his legs. Scaly claws replaced arms. Gray hide rippled as he flew up, wings flapping noisily.

Tinokuknoi Arevulopapo struck. For a brief moment the two locked together, twisting and rolling
in the air, wings and claws raking and flapping.

Then Nar Dolk broke away, fluttering up. A blazing flash, a pop, and he was gone.

For a moment Tinokuknoi Arevulopapo hovered in the air. The scaly head turned, the single eye
glancing back and down at Eric and Pat. It nodded briefly. Then, with a curious shimmy, it vanished.

The sky was empty except for a few feathers and the dull stench of burning scales.

Eric was the first to speak. "Well," he said. "So that's why it wanted to come to Terra. I guess I
was sort of exploited." He grinned sheepishly. "The first Terran ever to be exploited."

Eric was the first to speak. "Well," he said. "So that's why it wanted to come to Terra. I guess I
was sort of exploited." He grinned sheepishly. "The first Terran ever to be exploited."