the stainless steel rat-第22部分
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A key grated in the lock and the lights came on。 I sat up blinking； giving a fine imitation of a man waking up。
〃Who's there？ What do you want？〃 I asked。
〃Up quickly； and get dressed； Diebstall。 You're getting out of here。〃 This was the first thug I had seen； the blackjack still hanging from his hand。 I sagged my jaw a bit； then leaped out of bed with my back to the wall。
〃Assassins！〃 l hissed。 〃So that's vile King Villy's bright idea； is it？ Going to put a rope around my neck and swear I hung myself？ Well e onbut don't think it will be easy！〃
〃Don't be an idiot！〃 the man whispered。 〃And shut the big mouth。 We're here to get you out。 We're friends。'' Two more men； dressed the same way； pushed in behind him； and I had a glimpse of a fourth one in the hall。
〃Friends！〃 I shouted。 〃Murderers is more like it！ You'll pay dearly for this crime。〃
The fourth man； still in the hall； whispered something and they charged me。 I wanted a better glimpse of the boss。 He was a small manif he was a man。 His clothes were loose and bulky； and there was a stocking mask over his entire head。 Angelina would be just about that tall。 But before I could get a better look the thugs were on me。 I kicked one in the stomach and ducked away。 This was fighting barroom style and they had all the advantages。 Without shoes or a weapon I didn't stand a chance； and they weren't afraid to use their coshes。 I tried hard not to smile with victory as they worked me over。
Only reluctantly did I allow myself to be dragged to the place where I wanted to go。
Chapter 16
Because the pounding on the head had only made me groggy； one of them broke a sleep capsule under my nose and that was that for a while。 So of course I had no idea of how far we had traveled or where on Freibur I was。 They must have given me the antidote because the next thing I saw was a scrawny type with a hypodermic injector in his hand。 He was peeling back my eyelid to look and I slapped his hand away。
〃Going to torture me before you kill me； swine！〃 I said； remembering the role I had to play。
〃Don't worry about that；〃 a deep voice said behind me； 〃you are among friends。 People who can understand your irritation with the present regime。〃
This voice wasn't much like Angelina's。 Neither was the burly； sour…faced owner。 The medic slid out and left us alone； and I wondered if the plan had slipped up somewhere。 Iron…jaw with the beady eyes had a familiar lookI recognized him as one of the Freiburian nobility。 I had memorized the lot and looking at his ugly face I dredged up a mnemonic。 A midget painted bright red。
〃RdenrundtThe Count of Rdenrundt；〃 I said； trying to remember what else I had read about him。 ' I might believe you were telling me the truth if you weren't his Highness's first cousin。 I find it hard to consider that you would steal a man from the royal jail for your own purposes。。。〃
〃It's not important what you believe；〃 he snapped angrily。 He had a short fuse and it took him a moment to get his temper back under control。 〃Villelm may be my cousinthat doesn't mean I think he is the perfect ruler for our planet。 You talked a lot about your claims to higher rank and the fact that you had been cheated。 Did you mean that？ Or are you just another parlor windbag？ Think well before you answeryou may be mitting yourself。 There may be other people who feel as you do； that there is change in the wind。〃
Impulsive； enthusiastic； that was me。 Loyal friend and deadly enemy and just solid guts when it came to a fight。 Jumping forward I grabbed his hand and pumped it。
〃If you are telling me the truth； then you have a man at your side who will go the whole course。 If you are lying to me and this is some trick of the King'swell then。 Count； be ready to fight！〃
〃No need to fight；〃 he said； extracting his hand with some difficulty from my clutch。 〃Not between us at least。 We have a difficult course ahead of us； and we must learn to rely upon each other。〃 He cracked his knuckles and looked glumly out the window。 〃I sincerely hope that I will be able to rely on you。 Freibur is a far different world from the one our ancestors ruled。 The League has sapped the fight from our people。 There are none I can really rely on。〃
〃There's nothing wrong with the bunch who took me out of my cell。 They seemed to do the job well enough。〃
〃Muscle！〃 he spat； and pressed a button on the arm of his chair。 〃Thugs with heads of solid stone。 I can hire all of those I need。 What I need are men who can leadhelp me to lead Freibur into its rightful future。〃
I didn't mention the man who led the muscle the previous night； the one who had stayed in the corridor。 K Rdenrundt wasn't going to talk about Angelina I certainly couldn't bring up the topic。 Since be wanted brain not brawn； I decided to give him a little。
〃Did you dream up the torn piece of uniform left in the guard's hand in the prison？ That was a good touch。〃
His eyes narrowed a bit when he turned to look at me。 〃You're quite observant。 Bent；〃 he said。
〃A matter of training；〃 I told him； trying to be both unassuming and positive at the same time。 〃There was this piece of red cloth with a button in the guard's hand； like something he had grabbed in a struggle。 Yet all of the men I saw were dressed only in black。 Perhaps a bit of misdirection 。 。 。〃
〃With each passing moment I'm getting happier that you have joined me；〃 he said； and showed me all of his ragged teeth in an expression he must have thought was a grin。 〃The Old Duke's men wear red livery； as you undoubtedly know 。 。 。〃
〃And the Old Duke is the strongest supporter of Villelm IX；〃 I finished for him。 〃It wouldn't hurt in the slightest if he had a falling out with the King。〃
〃Not the slightest；〃 Rdenrundt echoed； and showed me all of his teeth again。 I was beginning to dislike him intensely。 If this was the front man Angelina had picked for her operation； then he was undoubtedly the best one for the job on the planet。 But he was such a puffed…up crumb； with barely enough imagination to appreciate the ideas Angelina was feeding him。 Yet I imagine he had the money and the titleand the ambitionwhich bination she had to have。 Once more I wondered where she was。
Something came in through the door and I recoiled； thinking the war was on。 It was only a robot； but it made such a hideous amount of hissing and clanking that I wondered what was wrong with it。 The Count ordered the ghastly thing to wheel over the bar； as it turned away I saw what could have been a chimney projecting behind one shoulder。 There was the distinct odor of coal smoke in the air。
〃Does that robot bum coal〃〃 I gurgled。
〃It goes；〃 the Count said； pouring us out a pair of drinks。 〃It is a perfect example of what is wrong with the Freiburian economy under the gracious rule of Villelm the Inpetent。 You don't see any robots like this in the capital！〃
〃I should hope not；〃 I gasped； staring bug…eyed at the trickle of steam escaping from the thing； and the stains of rust and coal dust on its plates。 〃Of course I've been away a long time 。 。 。 things change 。 。 。〃
〃They don't change fast enough！ And don't act galactic…wise with me； Diebstall。 I've been to Misteldross and seen how the rubes live。 You have no robots at allmuch less a contraption like this。 〃 He kicked at the thing in sullen anger and it staggered back a bit； valves clicking open as steam pumped into the leg pistons to straighten it up。 〃Two hundred years e next Grundlovsday we will have been in the League； milked dry and pacified by themand for what？ To provide luxuries for the King in Freiburbad。 While out here we get a miserable consignment of a few robot brains and some control circuitry。 We have to build the rest of the inefficient monsters ourselves。 And out in the real sticks where you e from they think robot is a misspelling of a boat that goes with oars！〃
He drained his glass and I made no attempt to explain to him the economics of galactic merce； planetary prestige； or the multifold levels of intermunication。 This lost planet had been cut off from the mainstream of galactic culture for maybe a thousand years； until contact had been reestablished after the Breakdown。 They were being eased back into the culture gradually； without any violent repercussions that might upset the process。 Sure； a billion robots could be dumped here tomorrow。 What good would that do the economy？ It was certainly much better to bring in the control units and let the locals build the things for themselves。 If they didn't like the final product they could improve the design instead of plaining。
The Count of course didn't see it this way。 Angelina had done a nice job at playing upon his prejudices and desires。 He was still glaring at the robot when he leaned forward and suddenly tapped a dial on the thing's side。
〃Look at that！〃 he shouted。 〃Down to eighty pounds pressure！ Next thing you know the thing will be falling on its face and burning the place down。 Stoke； you idiotstoke！！〃
A couple of relays closed inside the contraption and the robot clanked and put the tray of glasses down。 I took a very long drag on my drink and enjoyed the scene。 Trundling over to the fireplaceat a slower pace now I'll admitit opened a door in its stomach and flame belched out。 Using the coal scoop in the pail it shoveled in a good portion of anthracite and banged the firedoor shut again。 Rich black smoke boiled from its chimney。 At least it was housebroken and didn't shake out its grate here。
〃Outside； dammit； outside！〃 the Count shouted； coughing at the same time。 The smoke was a little thick。 I poured another drink and decided right then that I was going to like Rdenrundt。
I would have liked it a lot better if I could have found Angelina。 This whole affair bore every sign of her light touch； yet she was nowhere in sight。 I was shown to a room and met some of the officers on the Count's staff。 One of them； Kurt； a youth of noble lineage but no money； showed me around the grounds。 The place was a cross between a feudal keep and a small town； with a high wall cutting it off from the city proper。 Ther
