tz.cobra strike-第32章
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〃What's going on？〃 York whispered again。
〃A duel； as I said；〃 Ingliss murmured back。 〃Each man takes turns casting his curse ball bola at the other until both weapons have been lost to the crowd or one opponent has conceded。 The curse balls will leave impressive bruises； but seldom do more physical damage。〃
〃Lost to the crowd？〃
〃If a throw goes wide or is otherwise not caught； the observers will not return it。 Two such misses； clearly； and the duel must end。〃
〃What keeps one of them from charging his opponent between throws and beating his brains out？〃
〃The same thing that keeps them from using their guns；〃 Ingliss replied calmly。 〃Their mojos…there and there。〃 He pointed to two of the spectators； each of whom had an extra bird on his shoulder。
York frowned。 〃You mean they guard against all attacks； even unarmed ones？ I thought they only reacted to the drawing of guns。〃
〃Oh； of course they can't defend against alt attacks；〃 the mayor shrugged。 〃You could hit me now； suddenly； before my mojo could stop you。 Though it would keep you from continuing the attack。〃 He nodded to the duelists； now beginning to show sweat sheens from their efforts。 〃But they are so obviously fighting that their mojos will keep them apart。〃
〃I see。〃 York thought about the implications of that for the Cobras； should they eventually need to go into action。 Would the mojos recognize them as the source of the lethal laser flashes in a battle？ There was no way to know。 〃At least；〃 he mented out loud； 〃that explains why no one's tried to e up with a gun or weapon the mojos wouldn't recognize as such。 You'd get one free shot at your target； but that's about all。〃
〃You Aventinians seem to think a great deal in terms of interpersonal conflict；〃 Ingliss said in a voice that seemed oddly tight。 〃Your planet must be a frightening one to live on。 Perhaps if you had mojos of your own。。。。 At any rate； you're correct about alternative weapons。 In the early days of mojo domestication many people tried making them； with the result you've already deduced。〃
〃Uh…huh；〃 York nodded and settled down to watch。 It seemed to take a long time； but in actual fact the duel was over in just a few minutes； York couldn't tell offhand what it solved； but as the crowd closed in on the fighters； separating them as secondary masses of seemingly happy well…wishers and friends formed around each； he decided that they all considered it to have been worthwhile。 Maybe Nnamdi could sort out the sociology and psychology of it aboard ship； for York； it was a low…priority worry indeed。 Glancing around through the dispersing crowd； he located the islands of stability that were the rest of the contact team； Mayor Ingliss and the escorts…
And Moff。
York blinked； trying hard to keep any hint of surprise or chagrin out of his face。 Despite his best efforts； the Qasaman had slipped back into the group unnoticed； just as he'd left it。 It suddenly made the duel's timing suspicious 。。。 and if the duel was a ？fake it automatically raised the importance of Moff's secret errand； raised it unfortably high。 Throwing together such a diversion required either a lot of people ready on a moment's notice； or else a smaller group capable of fooling the locals as well as the Aventinian visitors。 Either one implied a great deal of effort and…perhaps…a fair amount of advance planning。
Were the Qasamans on to them？ And if so； for how long？
〃I'm sorry you had to see that；〃 Moff said as the team and escort drew back together。 〃It's a form of aggression we've been unable to eliminate pletely。〃
〃It seems pretty mild pared to some I've seen；〃 Cerenkov assured him。 Neither he nor the others showed any reaction to Moff's reappearance； and York quietly let out the breath he'd been holding。
〃It's still more than a truly civilized society should have；〃 Moff said stiffly。 〃Our strength of will should be turned outward； toward the conquering of this world。〃
〃And beyond？〃 Rynstadt murmured。
Moff looked at him； an intense look on his face。 〃The stars are mankind's future；〃 he said。 〃We won't always be confined to this one world。〃
〃Mankind will never be confined again；〃 Cerenkov agreed solemnly。 〃Tell me； does this sort of duel happen very often？ The whoever it was with the headband seemed to be right on top of things。〃
〃Each village and city has one or more judges； depending on its population；〃 Moff said。 〃They have
many other duties besides overseeing duels。 But e…we have a great many more places to visit here。 Mayor Ingliss has yet to show you the local government center； and we should also have time to see a typical residential neighborhood before the krisjaw hunters return。 At that point we'll be able to visit the farming areas。〃
Cerenkov smiled。 〃Point taken； Moff…we do have a busy schedule。 Please； lead on；〃
They turned a corner and headed for the cars Ingliss's people had driven around the marketplace area for them； and York decided to be cautiously optimistic。 Sticking to the tour at this point meant Moff believed his absence hadn't been noticed。 Which meant whatever the Qasamans had planned would be going off on their original schedule。
Abruptly； he was aware of the gentle pressure of the calculator watch on his wrist； and of the similar feel of the star sapphire on his hand。 Together with his pen； they were the sections of his palm…mate 。。。 a weapon neither the Qasamans nor the mojos had ever seen before。 One free shot； the words echoed in his brain。 One free shot before the mojos can stop me。 I'd damn well better make that shot count。
It happened as they were driving back toward Sollas that evening； and their first warning was the sudden burst of static that replaced the hum of the Dew…drop'％ radio link。 At the front of the bus Moff stood up； steadying himself with his left hand。 In his right hand was his pistol。
〃You are under confinement；〃 a voice boomed from the man sitting beside him…or； rather； from the phone…sized box in the Qasaman's hand。 〃You are suspected of spying on the people of Qasama。 You will make no aggressive move until the final destination is reached。 If you disobey your ship will be destroyed。〃
〃What？〃 Cerenkov barked； his voice a blend of shock； bewilderment； and outrage。 〃What's all this about？〃
But there was no sound from his translator pendant and the words fell on effectively deaf ears。 〃Moff…〃 Cerenkov began； half rising。
〃Don't bother；〃 Rynstadt advised quietly。 〃That's just a recorder； not a translator。 We'll have to wait until we get back to Sollas to clear this up。〃
Cerenkov opened his mouth； apparently thought better of it； and dropped back into his seat。 Moff's gun hadn't so much as twitched； York noted unfortably。 A steady man； with nerves not easily rattled… which severely limited the range of ploys that could be used against him。 And his mojo 。。。
His mojo hadn't so much as squawked at the sight of his owner with a gun drawn on another human being。 None of the birds had。 For whatever reason… appearance； odor； speech…the Aventinians apparently had been exempted from the automatic protection the mojos gave their Qasaman masters。 York had almost dared to hope that any Qasaman action against the team would be at least hindered a bit by the mojos〃 presence。 But that was obviously not going to happen。
Across the aisle； Joshua shifted in his seat。 〃They must have one gantua of a puter capability to get even that much of a translation this fast；〃 he muttered。
〃They presumably have been recording both our words and their translation； though；〃 Rynstadt pointed out。 He seemed relaxed； almost unconcerned； and for a moment York stared at him in utter inprehension。 Didn't the idiot realize just how much trouble they were in？ This isn't some game； the snarl welled up in his throat。 These people are serious； and they're scared。
He choked the words down unsaid。 Of course Rynstadt wasn't worried…weren't there four Cobras aboard the Dewdrop ready to burst out and rescue them in a blaze of laser fire？
Except it wasn't going to be that easy； and if none of the others realized that York certainly did。 Shifting his gaze to the window； he studied the darkening sky and the even darker forest flanking t
