Chapter 16.
Eric’s hand
holding the pistol didn’t move. “How much are you prepared to pay for these
documents?” he asked.
“So we are
finally talking business, aren’t we?” inquired Alec sarcastically. “We’ve made
a deal, don’t you recollect? You’ll get your money when I get the papers.”
“That’s not
enough,” insisted Eric. “What about Deltan nationality you promised me? An
opportunity to start a new life and all that sort of things?”
Randall shrugged
his shoulders. “It’s not for me to decide,” he said. “But I can present the
matter to the government.”
“So you were
lying yet again,” stated Eric.
“I wasn’t, as a
matter of fact. I was talking about an existing possibility, that’s all. Don’t
make it more difficult for yourself, Eric. You know you have no choice but to
hand the documents over to me. If you shoot me now, you’ll have the whole of
our intelligence on Aargh after you.”
“Are you so
sure, Alec?” asked Eric quietly. “Nobody knows that I’m alive and back on Aargh.
Nobody in this building has any idea who I am. Your body probably won’t be
discovered for a couple of days at least. What will you say to that?”
There was some
quick trace of emotion in Randall’s face, not fear but something very close to
irritation. “Don’t be a bloody idiot, Ericsson,” he said tiredly. “You won’t be
able to get away with this, in any case not for long. Those who helped you on
Tarna keep in touch with us. It’s just a matter of time before it all comes
out. I offered you a reasonable price, but we can discuss it further, if you
wish.”
“I want a Deltan
passport,” insisted Eric.
“I can’t give it
to you right now, but I’ll tell you something else instead. Something that will
probably interest you. How would you like to go back to Dakstra?”
The hand with
the ray gun dropped down and Eric pulled a chair standing by the wall and
seated himself.
“If that’s
another one of your jokes, Alec…” he began but Randall only smiled.
“I knew you’d be
interested. While you were away, the amnesty was announced, on the occasion of
the coming coronation of Michael. All political exiles are allowed to return.
That includes you, of course. Coincidentally, I have some business to do with
His Highness Prince Haakon, and it just came to my mind…”
“No,” Eric interrupted
him. “Never. Just arrange the Deltan residence permit for me and you can have
the bloody papers for free.”
“And what are
you planning to do on Delta?” inquired Randall. “To work as an architect? You
haven’t ever graduated so you don’t even have the necessary qualifications for
a work permit. I offer you a diplomatic position at His Highness’s court, as my
representative.”
Eric looked at
him closely. “What you mean is that Delta isn’t satisfied with the way Michael
is carrying on lately and wants to encourage His Highness to try for the crown
again. And you choose me to negotiate the terms. Am I right?”
“You have a lot
of insight,” remarked Alec Randall coolly. “I’d think that as a patriot, you…”
“There is no
way, do you hear me, no way in Hell I’ll fight on Haakon’s side again!” said
Eric vehemently.
“I’m not asking
you to fight, just to talk. Why do you hate him so much anyway?” wondered Alec.
“He did what anyone would have done in his place. It wasn’t his fault you were
stationed across the border. He saved the greatest part of his army when he
signed the peace treaty offered by Michael. It was a small price to pay, you
know. His Highness is ambitious and I believe he has a great potential.”
Eric didn’t
answer; he was staring at the wall in front of him.
“And there is
something else you’d be interested to know, too, I presume,” continued Alec
cheerfully. “Since Haakon is still officially a bachelor, his sister who has
recently become a widow returned home to stay with him and play the role of the
lady of the house.”
“What did you
say?” asked Eric incredulously.
“I said that
Lady Fraser whose husband General Fraser McAngus died three months ago is
currently residing with her brother. As you have probably heard, their marriage
was childless and since it’s common knowledge that she could never really get
accustomed to living in the North it’s only logical that she would come back.
Now you see that this mission will give you an opportunity to meet old friends.
What do you say to this?”
“What exactly do
you want me to do?” inquired Eric and Alec Randall smiled again. He’d won yet
another game, and that knowledge was immensely satisfying.
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