Alan E. Nourse Super Pack. Alan E. Nourse
“Ah, but this is good,” the commander said. “What better way to draw our worlds together, eh? But come, you must look and see what we have in our storerooms, feast your eyes on the splendors we carry. For all of you, a thousand wonders are to be found here.”
Jack hesitated as the commander led them back toward the display corridors. “We’d be glad to see the ship, but you should know that patrol ship physicians have little money to spend.”
“Who speaks of money?” the commander cried. “Did I speak of it? Come and look! Money is nothing. The Garvian traders are not mere money-changers. Look and enjoy; if there is something that strikes your eye, something that would fulfill the desires of your heart, it will be yours.” He gave Dal a smile and a sly wink. “Surely our brother here has told you many times of the wonders to be seen in a space trader, and terms can be arranged that will make any small purchase a painless pleasure.”
He led them off, like a head of state conducting visiting dignitaries on a tour, with a retinue of Garvian underlings trailing behind them. For two delirious hours they wandered the corridors of the great ship, staring hungrily at the dazzling displays. They had been away from Hospital Earth and its shops and stores for months; now it seemed they were walking through an incredible treasure-trove stocked with everything that they could possibly have wanted.
For Jack there was a dress uniform, specially tailored for a physician in the Blue Service of Diagnosis, the insignia woven into the cloth with gold and platinum thread. Reluctantly he turned away from it, a luxury he could never dream of affording. For Tiger, who had been muttering for weeks about getting out of condition in the sedentary life of the ship, there was a set of bar bells and gymnasium equipment ingeniously designed to collapse into a unit no larger than one foot square, yet opening out into a completely equipped gym. Dal’s eyes glittered at the new sets of surgical instruments, designed to the most rigid Hospital Earth specifications, which appeared almost without his asking to see them. There were clothes and games, precious stones and exotic rings, watches set with Arcturian dream-stones, and boots inlaid with silver.
They made their way through the corridors, reluctant to leave one display for the next. Whenever something caught their eyes, the commander snapped his fingers excitedly, and the item was unobtrusively noted down by one of the underlings. Finally, exhausted and glutted just from looking, they turned back toward the reception room.
“The things are beautiful,” Tiger said wistfully, “but impossible. Still, you were very kind to take your time—”
“Time? I have nothing but time.” The commander smiled again at Dal. “And there is an old Garvian proverb that to the wise man ‘impossible’ has no meaning. Wait, you will see!”
They came out into the lounge, and the doctors stopped short in amazement. Spread out before them were all of the items that had captured their interest earlier.
“But this is ridiculous,” Jack said staring at the dress uniform. “We couldn’t possibly buy these things, it would take our salaries for twenty years to pay for them.”
“Have we mentioned price even once?” the commander protested. “You are the crewmates of one of our own people! We would not dream of setting prices that we would normally set for such trifles as these. And as for terms, you have no worry. Take the goods aboard your ship, they are already yours. We have drawn up contracts for you which require no payment whatever for five years, and then payments of only a fiftieth of the value for each successive year. And for each of you, with the compliments of the house of SinSin, a special gift at no charge whatever.”
He placed in Jack’s hands a small box with the lid tipped back. Against a black velvet lining lay a silver star, and the official insignia of a Star Physician in the Blue Service. “You cannot wear it yet, of course,” the commander said. “But one day you will need it.”
Jack blinked at the jewel-like star. “You are very kind,” he said. “I—I mean perhaps—” He looked at Tiger, and then at the display of goods on the table. “Perhaps there are some things—”
Already two of the Garvian crewmen were opening the lock to the lifeboat, preparing to move the goods aboard. Then Dal Timgar spoke up sharply. “I think you’d better wait a moment,” he said.
“And for you,” the commander continued, turning to Dal so smoothly that there seemed no break in his voice at all, “as one of our own people, and an honored son of Jai Timgar, who has been kind to the house of SinSin for many years, I have something out of the ordinary. I’m sure your crewmates would not object to a special gift at my personal expense.”
The commander lifted a scarf from the table and revealed the glittering set of surgical instruments, neatly displayed in a velvet-lined carrying case. The commander took it up from the table and thrust it into Dal’s hands. “It is yours, my friend. And for this, there will be no contract whatever.”
Dal stared down at the instruments. They were beautiful. He longed just to touch them, to hold them in his hands, but he shook his head and set the case back on the table. He looked up at Tiger and Jack. “You should be warned that the prices on these goods are four times what they ought to be, and the deferred-payment contracts he wants you to sign will permit as much as 24 per cent interest on the unpaid balance, with no closing-out clause. That means you would be paying many times the stated price for the goods before the contract is closed. You can go ahead and sign if you want but understand what you’re signing.”
The Garvian commander stared at him, and then shook his head, laughing. “Of course your friend is not serious,” he said. “These prices can be compared on any planet and you will see their fairness. Here, read the contracts, see what they say and decide for yourselves.” He held out a sheaf of papers.
“The contracts may sound well enough,” Dal said, “but I’m telling you what they actually say.”
Jack looked stricken. “But surely just one or two things—”
Tiger shook his head. “Dal knows what he’s talking about. I don’t think we’d better buy anything at all.”
The Garvian commander turned to Dal angrily. “What are you telling them? There is nothing false in these contracts!”
“I didn’t say there was. I just can’t see them taking a beating with their eyes shut, that’s all. Your contracts are legal enough, but the prices and terms are piracy, and you know it.”
The commander glared at him for a moment. Then he turned away scornfully. “So what I have heard is true, after all,” he said. “You really have thrown in your lot with these pill-peddlers, these idiots from Earth who can’t even wipe their noses without losing in a trade.” He signaled the lifeboat pilot. “Take them back to their ship, we’re wasting our time. There are better things to do than to deal with traitors.”
The trip back to the Lancet was made in silence. Dal could sense the pilot’s scorn as he dumped them off in their entrance lock, and dashed back to the Teegar with the lifeboat. Gloomily Jack and Tiger followed Dal into the control room, a drab little cubby-hole compared to the Teegar’s lounge.
“Well, it was fun while it lasted,” Jack said finally, looking up at Dal. “But the way that guy slammed you, I wish we’d never gone.”
“I know,” Dal said. “The commander just thought he saw a perfect setup. He figured you’d never question the contracts if I backed him up.”
“It would have been easy enough. Why didn’t you?”
Dal looked at the Blue Doctor. “Maybe I just don’t like people who give away surgical sets,” he said. “Remember, I’m not a Garvian trader any more. I’m a doctor from Hospital Earth.”
Moments later, the great Garvian ship was gone, and the red light was blinking on the call board. Tiger started tracking down the call while Jack went back to work on the daily log book and Dal set up food for dinner. The pleasant dreams were over; they were back in the harness of patrol ship doctors once again.