Operation Afreet Poul Anderson Mention the name Poul Anderson and, instantly dozens of excellent science f.ction noaek and short stories spring to mind. Howeuer, like many authors, he has ako tried his hand at fantasy f.ction, with equally im,pressiae results. Two of his noaek that deserae m,ention are Three Hearts and Three Lions and The Broken Sword, the lattn based on the Norse eluen m.yths. He has ako tnittm in uniaerses as dianse as Shakespeare's comedies and Rnbert E. Howard's Conan mythos. A seuen-time winnn of the Hugo auard' he has ako been awarded three Nehulas and the Tblkien Memmial award. Ir wes sheer bad luck, or mavbe their InIeU-icence was better than we knew but the last raid, breaking past our air defenses, had spattered the Weather Corps tent from here to hell. Supply problems being what they were, we couldn't get replacements for weeks, and meanwhile the enemy had control of the weather. Our only surviving Corpsman, M{or Jackson, had to save what was left of his ele-mentals to protect us against thunderbolts; so otherwise we took whatever they chose to throw at us. At the moment, it was rain. There's nothing so discouraging as a steady week of cold rain. The ground turns liquid and runs up into your boots, which get so heavy you can barely lift them. Your uniform is a drenched rag around your shivering skin, the rations are soggy, the rifles have to have extra care, and always the rain drums down on your helmet till you hear it in dreams. You'll never forget that endless gray washing and beating; ten years later a rainstorm will make you feel depressed. The one consolation, I thought, was that they couldn't very well attack us from the air while it went on. Doubtless they'd yank the cloud cover away when they were ready to strafe us, but our broomsticks could scramble as fast as their carpets could arrive. Meanwhile, we slogged ahead, a whole division of us with auxiliaries—the 45th, the Lightning Busters, pride of the United States Ar*y, turned into 250— Operation Afreet a wet misery of men and dragons hunting through the Oregon hills for the invader. I made a slow way through the camp. Water ran off tents and gurgled in slit trenches. Our sentries were, of course, wearing Tarn-kappen, but I could see their footprints form in the mud and hear the boots squelch and the tired monotonous cursing. I passed by the Air Force strip; they were bivouacked with us, to give support as needed. A couple of men stood on guard outside the knockdown hangar, not bothering with invisibility. Their blue uniforms were as mucked and bedraggled as my OD's, but they had shaved and their insignia—the winged broomstick and the anti-Evil Eye beads—were polished. They saluted me, and I returned the gesture idly. Esprit de corps, wild blue yonder, nuts. Beyond was the armor. The boys had erected portable shelters for their beasts, so I only saw steam rising out of the cracks and caught the rank reptile smell. Dragons hate rain, and their drivers were having a hell of a time controlling them. Nearby lay Petrological Warfare, with a pen full of hooded basilisks writhing and hissing and striking out with their crowned heads at the men feeding them. Personally, I doubted the practicality of that whole corps. You have to get a basilisk quite close to a man, and looking straighr at him, for petrifaction; and the aluminum-foil suit and helmet you must wear to deflect the influence of your pets is an invitation to snipers. Then, too, when human carbon is turned to silicon, you have a radioactive isotope, and maybe get such a dose of radiation yourself that the medics have to give you St. John,s Wort plucked from a graveyard in the dark of the moon. So, in case you didn't know, cremation hasn't simply died out as a custom; it's become illegal under the National Defense Act. We have to have plenty of old-fashioned cemeteries. Thus does the age of science pare down our liberties. I went on past the engineers, who were directing a gang of zombies carving another drainage ditch, and on to General Vanbrugh's big tent. When the guard saw my Tetragramaton insigne, for the Intelligence Corps, and the bars on my shoulders, he saluted and let me in. I came to a halt before the desk and brought my own hand up. "Captain Matuchek reporting, sir," I said. Vanbrugh looked at me from beneath shaggy gray brows. He was a large man with a face like weathered rock, 103 percent Regular A.-y, but we liked him as well as you can like a buck general. 'At ease," he said. "Sit down. This'll take awhile." I found a folding chair and lowered myself into it, Two orhers were already seated whom I didn't know. One was a plump man with a round red face and a fluffy white beard, a major bearing the Poul Anderson —251 crystal-ball emblem of the Signal Corps. The other was a young woman. In spite of my weariness, I blinked and looked twice at her. She was worth it—a tall green-eyed redhead with straight high-cheeked features and a figure too good for the WAC clothes or any other. Captain's bars, Cavalry spider ... or Sleipnir, if you want to be official about it. "Major Harrigan," grumbled the general. "Captain Graylock. Captain Matuchek. Let's get down to business." He spread a map out before us. I leaned over and looked at it. Positions were indicated, ours and the enemy's. They still held the Pacific seaboard from Alaska halfiaray down through Oregon, though that was considerable improvement from a year ago, when the Battle of the Mississippi had turned the tide. "Now then," said Vanbrugh, "I'll tell you the overall situation. This is a dangerous mission, you don't have to volunteer, but I want you to know how important it is." What I knew, just then, was that I'd been told to volunteer or else. That was the At-y, at least in a major war like this, and in principle I couldn't object. I'd been a reasonably contented Hollywood actor when the Saracen Caliphate attacked us. I wanted to go back to more of the same, but that meant finishing the war. "You can see we're driving them back," said the general, "and the occupied countries are primed and cocked to revolt as soon as they get a fighting chance. The British have been organizing the underground and arming them while readying for a cross-Channel jump. The Russians are set to advance from the north. But we have to give the enemy a decisive blow, break this whole front and roll 'em up. That'll be the signal. If we succeed, the war will be over this year. Otherwise it might drag on for another three." I knew it. The whole A.*y knew it. Official word hadn't been passed yet, but somehow you feel when a big push is impending. His stumpy finger traced along the map. "The gth Armored Division is here, the 12th Broomborne here, the l4th Cavalry here, the Salamanders here where we know they've concentrated their fire-breathers. The Marines are ready to establish a beachhead and retake Seattle, now that the Navy's bred enough Krakens. One good goose, and we'll have 'em running." Major Harrigan snuffled into his beard and stared gloomily at a crystal ball. It was clouded and vague; the enemy had been jamming our crystals till they were no use whatsoever, though naturally we'd retaliated. Captain Graylock tapped impatiently on the desk with a perfectly manicured nail. She was so clean and crisp and efficient, I decided I didn't like her looks after all. Not while I had three days' beard bristling from my chin. 252 — Operation Afreet "But apparently something's gone wrong, sir," I ventured' "Correct, damn it," said Vanbrugh. "In Trollburg'" I nodded. The saracens held that town: a key position, sitting as it did on u.s. Highway 20 and guarding the approach to salem and Portland. "I take it we're supposed to seize Trollburg, sir," I murmured' Vanbrugh scowled. "That's the job for the 45th," he grunted' "If we muff it-, the enemy can sal\ out against the 9th, cut them off, and throw the whole operation akilter. But now Major Harrigan and Captain Graylock come from the 14th to tell me the Trollburg garrison has an afreet." I whistled, and a chill crawled along my spine. The catiphate had exploited the Powers recklessly—that was one reason why the rest of the Moslem world regarded them as heretics and hated them as much as we did—but I never thought they'd go as far as breaking Solomon's seal. An afreet getting out of hand could destroy more than anybody cared to estimate. "I hope they haven't but one," I whispered. "No, they don't," said the Graylock woman. Her voice was low and could have been pleasant if it weren't so brisk. "They've been dredging the Red Sea in hopes of finding another Solly bottle, but this seems to be the last one left." "Bad enough," I said. The effort to keep my tone steady helped calm me down. "How'd you find out?" '"W'e're with the 14th," said Graylock unnecessarily. Her Cavalry badge had surprised me, however. Normally, the only recruits the A.-y can dig up to ride unicorns are picklefaced schoolteachers and the like. "I'm simply a liaison officer," said Major Harrigan in haste. "I go by broomstick myself." I grinned at that. No American male, unless he's in holy orders, likes to admit he's qualified to control a unicorn. He saw me and flushed angrilY. Graylock went on, as if dictating. She kept her tone flat, though little else. 'We had the luck to capture a bimbashi in a commando attack. I questioned him." "They're pretty close-mouthed, those noble sons of '.' um . . . the desert," I said. I'd bent the Geneva Convention myself, occasionally, but didn't relish the idea of breaking it completely—even if the enemy had no such scruPles. "Oh, we practiced no brutality," said Graylock. "\Me housed him and fed him very well. But the moment a bite of food was in his throat, I'd rurn it into pork. He broke pretty fast, and spilled everything he knew." I had to laugh aloud, and Vanbrugh himself chuckled; trut she Poul Anderson —253 sat perfectly deadpan. Organic-organic transformation, which merely shuffles molecules around without changing atoms, has no radiation hazards but naturally requires a good knowledge of chemistry. That's the real reason the average dogface hates the technical corps: pure en\,y of a man who can turn K rations into steak and French fries. The quartermasters have enough trouble conjuring up the rations themselves, without branching into fancy dishes. "Okay, you learned they have an afreet in Trollburg," said the general. "\Mhat about their strength otherwise?" 'A small division, sir. You can take the place handily, if that demon can be immobilized," said Harrigan. 'Yes. I know." Vanbrugh swiveled his eyes around to me. "\rV'ell, Captain, are you game? If you can carry the stunt off, it'll mean a Silver Star at least—pardon me, a Bronze." (U[h—D I paused, fumbling after words. I was more interested in promotion and ultimate discharge, but that might follow, too. Nevertheless . . . quite apart from my own neck, there was a practical objection. "Sir, I don't know a damn thing about the job. I nearly flunked Demonology 1 in college." "That'll be my part," said Graylock. 'You!" I picked my jaw off the floor again, but couldn't find anything else to say. o'I was head witch of the Arcane Agency in New York before the war," she said coldly. Now I knew where she got that personality: the typical big-city career girl. I can't stand them. "I know as much about handling demons as anyone on this coast. Your task will be to escort me safely to the place and back." 'Yeah," I said weakly. 'Yeah, that's all." Vanbrugh cleared his throat. He didn't like sending a woman on such a mission, but time was too short for him to have any choice. "Captain Matuchek is one of the best werewolves in the business," he complimented me. Aue, Caesa4 mmituri te salutant, I thought. No, that isn't what I mean, but never mind. I can figure out a better phrasing at my leisure after I'm dead. I wasn't afraid, exactly. Besides the spell laid on me to prevent that, I had reason to believe my personal chances were no worse than those of any infantryman headed into a firefight. Nor would Vanbrugh sacrifice personnel on a mission he himself considered hopeless. But I did feel less optimistic about the prosPects than he. "I think two adepts can get past their guards," the general proceeded. "From then on, you'll have to improvise. If you can put that monster out of action, we attack at noon tomorrow." Grimly: "If I 254 — Operation Afieet haven't got word to that effect by dawn, we'll have to regroup' start reueatirig, and save what we can' Okay, here's a geodetic survey map of the town and aPProaches—" He didn,t waste tim; asking me if I had -really volunteered. II I guided Captain Graylock back to the tent I shared with two brother officers. Darkness was creeping across the long chill slant of rain. we plodded through the muik in silence until we were under canvas. My tentmat"* *Jr" out on picket duty, so we had the place to ourselves. I lit the saint-el*o u.td sat down on the sodden plank floor. "Have a chair," I said, pointing to our one camP stool' It was an animated job we'd bought in sin Francisco: not especially bright, but it *o.rtd .ur.y o.ri duffel and come when called. It shifted uneasily at the uniamiliar weight, then went back to sleep' Gray,lock took out a pack of Wngs and raised her brows. I nodded my th;ks, and the cigaret flapped over to my mouth' Personally' I smoke Luckies in the held: seff+triking tobacco is convenient when your matches may be wet. when l was a civilian and could afford it, my brand was ehilip Morris, because the little red-coated smoke sprite can also mix You a drink. We puffed for a iit itt silence, listening to the rain. 'We11," I said at last, "I supPose you have transportation"' (My p.rronal broomstick," she said. "I don't like this GI Willys. Give mi a Cadillac anytime. I've souped it up, too"' "And you have your grimoires and powders and whatnot?" 'Just some chalk. No material agency is much use against a powerful demon." 'Yeah? What about the sealing wurx on the Solly bottle?' ..It isn't the wax that holds an afreet in, but the seal. The spells are symbolic; in fact, it's believed their effect is purely psycho,orrruii.." She hollowed the flat planes of her cheeks' sucking in smoke, and I saw what a good bony structure she had' 'We may have a chance to test that theory tonight'" .v'ell, then, you'll want a light pistol loaded with silver slugs; they have weres of tireir own, you know I'll take a grease gun and a forty-five and a few grenades," "How about a squirter?" I frowned. The notion of using holy water as a weapon has always struck me aS blasphemous, though the chaplain said it was permissible against Low World critteri' "No good t9 us"- I said' "The MoslemJ don't have that ritual, so of course they don't use any Poul Anderson —255 beings that can be controlled by it. Let's see, I'll want my Polaroid flash. too. And that's about it." Ike Abrams stuck his big nose in the tent flap. 'Would you and the lady captain like some eats, sir?" he asked. '\Mhy, srlre," I said. Inwardly, I thoughc Hate to spend my last night on Midgard standing in a chow line. When he had gone, I explained to the girl: "Ike's only a private, but we were friends in Hollywood—he was a prop man when I played in Call of the Wild, and Siluer Chief--and he's kind of appointed himself my orderly. He'll bring us some food here." 'You know," she remarked, "that's one good thing about the technological age. Did you know there used to be widespread anti-Semitism in this country? Not just among a few Johannine cranks; no, among ordinary respectable citizens." "Fact?" "Fact. Especially a false belief that Jews were cowards and never found in the front lines. Now, when religion forbids most of them to originate spells, and the Orthodox don't use goetics at all, the proportion of them who serve as dogfaces and Rangers is simply too high to ignore." I myself had gotten tired of comic-strip supermen and pulp-magazine heroes having such monotonously Yiddish n2mg5—dsn'1 AngloSaxons belong to our culture, too?—but she'd made a good point. And it showed she was a trifle more than a money machine. A bare trifle. '\Arhat'd you do in civilian life?" I asked, chiefly to drown out the incessant noise of the rain. "I told you," she snapped, irritable again. "I was with the Arcane Agency. Advertising, public relations, and so on." "Oh, well," I said. "Hollywood is at least as phony, so I shouldn't sneer." I couldn't help it, however. Those Madison Avenue characters gave me a pain in the rear end. Using the good Art to puff some self-important nobody, or to sell a product whose main virtue is its total similarity to other brands of the same. The SPCA has cracked down on training nixies to make fountains spell out words, or cramming young salamanders into glass tubes to light up Broadway, but I can still think of better uses for slick paper than trumpeting Ma Chdre perfume. Which is actually a love potion anyway, though you know what postal regulations are. 'You don't understand," she said. "It's part of our economy— part of our whole society. Do you think the average backyard warlock is capable of repairing, oh, say a lawn sprinkler? Hell, no! He'd probably let loose the water elementals and flood half a township if 256— Operation Afreet it weren't for the inhibitory spells. And we, Arcane, undertook the campaign to convince the Hydros they had to resPect our symbols' I told you it's psychosomatic when you're dealing with these really po,.rr, beings' For that job, I had to go down in an aqualung!" I stared .i h", with more fespect. Ever since mankind found how to degauss the ruinous effects of cold iron, and the goetic age b.grn] the world had needed some pretty bold people' Apparently she was one of them. Abrams brought in two plates of rations. He looked wistful, and I would have invited him to join us excePt that our mission was secret and we had to thresh out the details. captain Graylock 'chanted the coffee into martinis—not quite dry enough—and the dog food into steaks—a turn too well done; but you clan't expect the finer sensibilities in a woman, and it was the best chow I'd had in a month. she relaxed a bit over the brandy, and I learned that her repellent crispness was simply armor against the slick types she dealt with, and we found out that our first names were Steven and Virginia. But then dusk had become dark outside, and we must be going. Ill You may think it was sheer lunacy, sending two people, one of them a woman, into an enemy division on a task like this. It would seem to call for a Ranger brigade, at least. But present-day science had transformed *at as well as industry, medicine, and ordinary life. Our mission was desperate in any event, and we wouldnit have gained enough by numbers to make reinforcements worthwhile. You see, while practically anyone can learn a few simple cantrips' to operate a presensitized broomstick or vacuum cleaner or turret lathe or whatever, only a small minority of the human race can qualify as adepa. Besides years of study and practice, that takes inborn talent. It's kind of like therianthropy: if youore one of the rare persons with chromosomes for that, you can change into your characteristic animal almost by instinct; otherwise you need a transformation performed on you by powerful outside forces' My scieniific fiiends tell me that the Art involves regarding the universe as a set of cantorian infinities. within any given class, the part is equal to the whole and so on. One good witch could do all ih. ,.trrnirrg we were likely to need; a larger party would simply be more liable to detection, and would risk valuable personnel. so Vanbrugh had very rightly sent us two alone' Poul Anderson —257 The trouble with sound military principles is that sometimes you personally get caught in them. Virginia and I turned our backs on each other while we changed clothes. She got into an outfit of slacks and combat jacket, I into the elastic knit garment which would fit me as well in wolf-shape. We put on our helmets, hung our equipment around us, and turned about. Even in the baggy green battle garb she looked good. '"W'ell," I said tonelessly, "shall we go?" I wasn't afraid, of course. Every recruit is immunized against fear when they put the geas on him. But I didn't like the prospect. "The sooner the better, I suppose," she answered. Stepping to the entrance, she whistled. Her stick swooped down and landed just outside. It had been stripped of the fancy chrome, but was still a neat job. The foam-rubber seats had good shock absorbers and welldesigned back rests, unlike Army transport. Her familiar was a gigantic tomcat, black as a furry midnight, with nvo malevolent yellow eyes' He arched his back and spat indignantly. The weatherproofing spell kept rain off him, but he didn't like this damp air. Virginia chucked him under the chin. "Oh, so, Svartalf," she murmured. "Good cat, rare sprite, prince of darkness, if we outlive this night you shall sleep on cloudy cushions and lap cream from a golden bowl." He cocked his ears and raced his motor. I climbed into the rear seat, snugged my feet in the stirrups, and leaned back. The girl mounted in front of me and crooned to the stick. It swished upward, the ground fell away and the camp was hidden in gloom. Both of us had been given witch-sight—infrared vision, actually—so we didn't need lights. When we got above the clouds, we saw a giant vault of stars overhead and a swirling dim whiteness below. I also glimpsed a couple of P-56s circling on patrol, fast jobs with six brooms each to lift their weight of armor and machine guns. We left them behind and streaked northward. I rested the BAR on my lap and sat listening to the air whine past. Underneath us, in the rough-edged murk of the hills, I spied occasional flashes, an artillery duel. So far no one had been able to cast a spell fast enough to turn or implode a shell. I'd heard rumors that General Electric was developing a gadget which could recite the formula in microseconds, but meanwhile the big guns went on talking. Trollburg was a mere few miles from our position. I saw it as a vague sprawling mass, blacked out against our cannon and bombers. It would have been nice to have an atomic weapon just then, but as long as the Tibetans keep those antinuclear warfare prayer wheels 258— Operation Afreet turning, such thoughts must remain merely science-fictional. I felt -y Ueity muscles tigftt.n. The cat bottled out his tail and swore. Virginia sent the broomstick slanting down' fre landed in a clump of trees and she turned to me. "Their outposts must be somewhere near," she whispered. "I didn't dare try ianding on a rooftop; we could have been seen too easily. We'll have to go in from here'" I nodded. "Okay. Gimme a minute." I turned the flash on myself. How hard to believe that transforming had depended on a bright full moon till only ten years ago! Then Wiener showed that the process was simply one of polarized light of the right wavelengths, triggering the pin-eal gland, and the pllaroid Corporation made another million dollars or so from its WereWish Lens. It's not easy to keep up with this fearful and wonderful age we live in, but I wouldn't trade. The risual rippling, twisting sensations, the brief drunken dizziness and half-eistatic pain, went through me. Atoms reshuffled into whole new molecules, nerves grew some endings and lost others, bone was briefly fluid and muscles like stretched rubber' Then I stabilized, shook myself, stuck my tail out the flap of the skin-tight pants, and nuzzled Virginia's hand. She stroked my neck, behind the helmet. "Good boy," she whispered. "Go get 'em." I turned and faded into the brush. A lot of writers have tried to describe how it feels to be were, and every one of them has failed, because human language doesn't have the words. My vision was no longer acute, the stars were blurred above me and the world took on a colorless flatness. But I heard with a clarity that made the night almost a roar, way into the supersonic; and a universe of smells roiled in my nostrils, wet grass ani teeming dirt, the hot sweet little odor of a scarnpering field mouse, the ilean tang of oil and guns, a faint harshness of smoke— Poor stupefied humanity, half-dead to such earthy gloriesl The psychological part is the hardest to convey. I was a wolf, with a wolfs nerves ind giands and instincts, a wolf's sharp but limited intelligence. I had i ,rru.'. memories and a man's purposes, but they w"ere unreal, dreamlike, I must make an effort of trained will to hold to them and not go hallooing off after the nearest jackrabbit' No wonder weres had i bad name in the old days, before they themselves understood the mental changes involved and got the right habits drilled into them from babyhood. I weigh a hundred and eighty pounds, and the conservation of mass ho"lds good like any other law of nature, so I was a pretty big wolf. But it was easy to fiow through the bushes and meadows and Poul Anderson —259 gullies, another drifting shadow I was almost inside the town when I caught a near smell of man. I flattened, the gray fur bristling along my spine, and waited. The sentry came by. He was a tail bearded fellow with gord earrings thar glimmered wanly under the stars, The turban wripp.d around his helmet bulked monsrrous against the Milky Wav. I let him go and followed his path until I saw the next one. They were placed around Troilburg, each pacing a hundred-yard arc and meeting his opposite number at either end lf it. No simple task to— Something murmured in my ears. I crouched. One of their air_ craft ghosted overhead. I saw two men and a couple of machine guns squatting on top of the carpet. It circled low and raziry, above the ring of sentries. Trollburg was well guarded. Someh_ow, virginia and I had to get through that picket. I wished the transformation had left me with full huiran reasoning powers. My wolf-impulse was simpry to jump on the nearest man] but that would bring the whole garrison down on my hairy ears. Wait*maybe that was what was needed! I loped back to the thicket. The svartalf cat scratched at me and. zoomed up a tree. Virginia Graylock started., her pistol sprang into her hand, then she relaxed and raughed a bit .r"tno..jy. I could work the flash hung about my neck, even as f was, but it went more quickly with her fingers. "well?" she asked when I was human again. 'IMhat'd. you find out?,' I described the situation, and saw her frown and bite her lip. It was really too shapely a 1ip for such purposes. *Not so good,,, she reflected. "f was afraid of something like this." "Look," I said, "can you locate thlt afreet in a hurrv?,, "oh, yes. I've studied at congo u. and did quite weil at witch-smelling. What of it?" "If I attack one of those guards, and make a racket doing it, their main attention will be turned that way. you should have an even chance to fly across the line unobserved, and once you,re in the town your Tarnkappe—" she shook her red head. 'T didn't bring one. Their detection systems are as good as ours. Invisibility is actually obsolete.,, "Mmm—yeah, I suppose you're right. Well, anyhow, you can take advantage of the darkness to get to trie afreet house. From there on, you'll have to play by ear." "I suspected we'd have to do something like this," she replied. with a softness that astonished me: "But stive, that's a long chance for you to take." "Not unless they hit me with silver, and most of their cartridges are plain lead. They use a tracer principle like us; every tenth round 260 — OPeration Afreet is argent. I've got a ninety percent probability of getting home free." 'You're a liaLr," she said' "But a brave liar"' I wasn't brave at all. It's inspiring to think of Valley Forge' or the AJamo, or San Juan Hill, or Casablanca where our outnumbered Ar*y stopped ihr.. Panther d'ivisions of von Ogerhaus's Afrika Korps—bui only when youire safe and comfortable yourself. Down undlrneath the antipanic geas, a cold knot was in my guts' Still' I couldn,t see any ottrer war to do the job, and fuilure to attempt it would mean court-martial' ,,I'll run their legs off once they start chasing me," I told her. 'lVhen I've shaken ;em, I'11 try to circle back and join you" "Okay." Suddenly she rose on tiptoe and kissed me' The impact was explosive. I stood for a moment, looking at her' '\Mhat are you doing Saturday night?" I asked, a mite shakily. She lairghed. "Don't get ideas, Steve' I'm in the Cavalry'" ,Yeah, but the *u, *otr't last forever." I grinned at her, a reckless fighting grin that made her eyes linger. Acting experience is often useful. We settled the details as well as we could. She herself had no soft touch: the afreet would be well guarded, and was plenty dangerous in itself. The chances of us both seeing daylight were nothing to feel complacent about I turned back to wolf-shape and licked her hand. she rumpled my fur. I slipped off into the darkness. I had chosen a sentry well off the highway, across which there would surely be barriers. A man could be seen to either side of my victim, tramping slowly back and forth. I glided behind a stump near the middle of his beat and waited for him' when he came, I sprang. I caught a dark brief vision of eyes and teeth in the bearded iace, i heard him yelp and smelled the upward spurt of his fear, then we shocked together' He went down on his back, threshing, and I snapped for the throat' My jaws closed on his arm, and blood was hot and salty on my tongue' He screamed again. I sensed the call going down the line. The two nearest Saracens ran to help. I tore out the gullet of the first man and bunched myself for a leap at the next' He frred. The buliet went through me in a jag of pain and the impact sent me staggering. But he didn't know how to deal with a weie. He should have dropped on one knee and fired steadily till he got to the silver bullet; -ii necessary, he should have fended me off, "even pinned me with his bayonet, while he shot. This one kept running ioward me, calling on the Allah of his heretical sect. Poul Anderson —261 My tissues knitted as I plunged to meet him. I got past the bayonet and gun muzzle, hitting him hard enough to knock the weapon loose but not to bowl him over. He braced his legs, grabbed my neck, and hung on. I swung my left hind leg back of his ankle and shoved. He fell with me on top, the position an infighting werewolf always tries for. My head swiveled; I gashed open his arm and broke his grip. Before I could settle the business, three others had piled on me. Their trench scimitars went up and down, in between my ribs and out again. Lousy training they'd had. I snapped my way free of the heap—half a dozen by then—and broke loose. Through sweat and blood I caught the faintest whiff of Channel No. 5, and something in me laughed. Virginia had sped past the confusion, riding her stick a foot above ground, and was inside Trollburg. My next task was to lead a chase and not stop a silver slug while doing so. I howled, to taunt the men spilling from outlying houses, and let them have a good look at me before making off across the fields. My pace was easy, not to lose them at once; I relied on zigzags to keep me unpunctured. They followed, stumbling and shouting. As far as they knew, this had been a mere commando raid. Their pickets would have re-formed and the whole garrison been alerted. But surely none except a few chosen officers knew about the afreet, and none of those knew we'd acquired the information. So they had no way of telling what we really planned. Maybe we would pull this operation off— Something swooped overhead, one of their damned carpets. It rushed down on me like a hawk, guns spitting. I made for the nearest patch of woods. Into the trees! Given half a break, I could— They didn't give it. I heard a bounding behind me, caught the acrid smell and whimpered. A weretiger could go as fast as L For a moment I remembered an old guide I'd had in Alaska, and wished to blazes he were here. He was a were-Kodiak bear. Then I whirled and met the tiger before he could pounce. F{e was a big one, five hundred pounds at least. His eyes smoldered above the great fangs, and he lifted a paw that could crack my spine like a dry twig. I rushed in, snapping, and danced back before he could strike. Part of me heard the enemy, blundering around in the underbrush trying to find us. The tiger leaped. I evaded him and bolted for the nearest thicket. Muyb. I could go where he couldn't. He ramped through the woods behind me, roaring. I saw a narro\M space between a pair of giant oaks, too small for 262— Operation Afreet him, and hurried that way. But it was too small for me also. In the half second that I was stuck, he caught up. The lights exploded and went out. IV I was nowhere and nowhen. My very body had departed frorrFme, or I from it. How could I think of infinite eternal dark and cold and emptiness when I had no senses? How could I despair when I was trothittg but a Point in spacetime? . . . No, not even that, for there was ,roihittg .it., nothing to find or love or hate or fear or be related to in any way whatsoever. The dead were less alone than I, for I was all which existed. This was my despair. But on the instant, or after a quadrillion years, or both Or neither; I came to know otherwise. I was under the regard of the Solipsist. Helpless in unconsciousness, I could but share that egotism so ultima; that it would yield no room even to hope. I swirled in the tides and storms of thoughts too remote, too alien, too vast for me to take in save as I might brokenly hear the polar ocean while it drowned me. —dangU tiis one—he and, those two—somehow thq can be a tnrible d,anger—Jnot now (scornfrlly) whm thq merely help complcte the ruin of a plai alread,y bunglzil into urech * nq Late4 when the next plan is ripening, the great one of ihitt ttlt war tras naught hut an early leaf-—something aboit them ,irnt thi,nty of danger—eoul.d, I only scan nure cbar$ into time!—thq must be d,iuerted, d,estroyed, somehow dcalt with before their potmtiat io, grorn—but I cannot miginate anything yet—maybe thq will be slni.n fo thi nmma,l chances of uar—i,f not, I must rem,embn them and try later—now I haae too much eke to d,o, saaing those seed,s I plnnted in the workl,—the bird's of the enemry fly thich across my f'elds, hungry crows and eaglns to guard, thern—(with ever wilder hate) my snI,res shall take you yet, hird,s—and the One Who loosed you! So huge was the force of that final malevolence that I was cast free. V I opened my eyes. For a while I was aware entirely of the horror' Physical misery rescued me, driving those memories back to where half-forgotten nightmares dwell. The thought flitted by me that shock must have made me briefly delirious' A natural therianthrope in his beast shape isn't quite as invulnerable as most people beliive. Aside from things like silver-biochemical poisons io a metabolism in that semifluid state—damage which Pou l Anderson —263 stops a vital organ will stop life; amputations are permanent unless a surgeon is near to sew the part back on before iis cells die; and so on and so on, no pun intended. We are a hardy sort, however. I,d taken a bl9* that probably broke my neck. Tfre spinal cord nor being totally severed, the damage rraa healed at standard therio speed. The trouble was, they,d arrived and used my flash to make me human before the incidentar hurts had quite gone away. My head drummed and I retched. "Get up." Someone stuck a boot in my ribs. I lurched erect. They'd removed my gear, including the flash. r.A score of them trained their guns on -.r Tig., B"y ;iil; ;i"-". In man-shape "r .,t mosr- seven feet tall and monsrrousty fat. Squinting l!.-,n. the headache, r saw he wore the insignia of an emir—which was a military rank these days rather than a title, but pretty important nevertheless. "come," he said. H.e tqa the way, and I was hustred arong behind. I saw their carpers in the sky and heard the howring of ,ih.i. ow' weres looking for spoor of other Americans. I was .titt' too groggy ,o care very much. We entered the town, its pavement sounding hollow under the boots, and went toward the center. Trollburg wasn't big, _.yU" g* thoLrsand population once. Most of the sffeets were empty. I saw a few Saracen troops, antiaircraft guns poking into ,t sky, a dragon lumbering past with flames frickering u.o.r.rd its jaws "urrd .urrrro' projecting from the armored howdah-. No trace oi the civilians, but I knew what had happened to them. The attractiv. yo.rrrg women were in the officers' harems, the rest dead or locked away pending shipment to the slave markeb. By the time we got to the hoter where the enemy headquartered, my aches had subsided and my brain was clear. That was a mixed blessing under the circumstances. I was taken upstairs to a suite and told to stand before a table. The emir sat down behind it, half a dozen guards lined the wa,s, and a young pasha of Inteiligence seated himself nearby. The emir's big face turned to that one, and he spoke a few y:rgr—I suppose to the effect of "I'll handle this, you Lk. notes." He looked back at m9.- His eyes were the pale tigergreen. "Now then," he said in good English, ,,we shill lruu. .o*" questions. Identi$ yourself, pleise." I told him mechanica'y that I was called sherrinford Mycroft, Captain, AUS, and gave him my serial number. "That is not your real name, is it?" he asked. "of course not!" I replied. "I know the Geneva convention. and 264 — Operation Afreet you're not going to cast name-spells on me' Sherrinford Mycroft is my official johnsmith'" "The Caiiphate has not subscribed to the Geneva Convention"' said the emii quietly, "and stringent measures are sometimes necessary in a jehad. What was the PurPose oJ this raid?" ,1I um" not required to unr*.i that," I said. Silence would have served the same end, delay to gain time for Virginia' but not as well' "You may be persuaded to do so," he said' If this had been a movie, I'd have told him l was picking daisies, and kept on wisecracking while they brought out the thumbscrews' In praCtice it would have fallen a little flal iAU right," I said. "I was scouting"' "A single one of You?" "A few others. I hope they got away'" That might keep his boys busy hunting for a while. 'You' lie," he said dispassionately' "I can't help it if you don't believe me.'' I shrugged' His eyes narrowed. "I shall soon know if you speak truth"' he said. "If not, may Eblis have mercy on you"' I couldn't help it, I jerked where l stood and sweat pearled out on my skin. The emir iaugh.d. He had an unpleasant laugfr, a sort of *hirrirrg growl deep in it fut throat, like a tiger plapng with its kill' "Think over your decision," he advised' and turned to some papers on the table. It grew most quiet in that room' The guards stood as if cast in bronze. The young shavetail dozed beneath his turban' Behind the emir,s back, a window looked out on a blankness of night. The sole sounds were the loud ticking of a clock and the rustle of papers, They seemed to deePen the silence' I was tired, my tread ached, my mouth tasted foul and thirsty' The sheer physical weariness of having to stand was meant to help wear me down. It occurred to me that ihe emir must be getting scared of us, to take this much trouble with a lone prisoner' That was kudos for the American cause' but small consolation to me' My eyes flickered, studying the tableau. There wasn't much to see, standard hotel rurnisnirigs. The emir had cluttered his desk with a number of objects: a crystal ball useless because of our own jamming, a fine .tt{lu** bowl looted from somebody's house' a set of ri." ciystal winegiur*.t, a cigar humidor of quartz qlass, a decanter full of whar looked like good Scotch. I guess he just liked crystal' He helped himself tJ a cigar, waving his hand to make the humido. op.n and a Havana fly into his mouth and light iself. As the minutes crawled by, an uihttuy soared up from time to time to receive from him' I guessed that everything he had was 'chanted so Poul Anderson — 265 it would rise and move easily. A man that fat, paFng the price of being a really big werebeast, needed such converrl.rr.Ir. It r, very quiet. The light glared down on us. It was somehow hideously wrong to see a gbod ordinary GE sainr-elmo shining on those turbaned heads. I be-gan to get the forlorn glimmerings of an idea. How to put it into effect I didn't yet know, but just to pass the time I began composing some spells. Maybe half an hour had passed', though it seemed more rike half a century, when the door opened and a ienrr.., the small fbx of the African desert, trotted in. The emir looked up as i, went into a closet, to find darkness to use its flash. The fellow who came our was-, naturally, a dwarf barely one foot high. He prostrated himserf and spoke rapidly in a high thready voice. "so." The emir's chins turned siowry around to me. ..The report is that no trace was found of other tracls than yours. you have lied.,, "Didn't I tell you?" I asked. My throat fert stiff and strange. ..we used owls and bats. I was the lone wolf.,, "Be still," he said tonelessly. "I know as well as you that the only werebats are vampires, and that vampires are_what you say_ 4F in au armles." That was true. Every so often, some armchair general asks why we don't raise a force of Draculas. The answer is routine: they,re too light and flfmsy; rhey can'r endure sunshine; if they don,t ger a steady blood ration they're apt to turn on their comrades; and you can't possibly use them around Italian troops. I swore at myself but my mind had been roo numb to think straight. "I believe you are concealing somethingl,, went on the emir. He gestured at his grasses and decanter, which supplied him with a shot of Sc.ot1h,. and sipped judiciously. The Cuiipnut. ,..t *u, utro heretical with respect to strong drink; they maintained that while the Prophet forbade wine, he s-aid nothing about U..r, gir\ whisky, brandy, rum, or akvavit. .we shall have to use stronger measures," the emir said at last. ..I was hoping to avoid them." Hi nodded at his guards. Two held my arms. The pasha worked me over. He was good at that'- The werefennec watched avidly, trt. .*rr puffed his cigar and went on with his paperwork. After a long few mirrute, fr. iuu. u' order. They let me go, and even set forth a chair for me, which I needed badly. I sat breathing hald. T!1 eSir regarded me with a certain gentle_ ness. "I regret this," he said. "It is n-ot enjoyable." oddly, i ;eheved him' "Let ug hope you will be reasonable before we have to inflict permanent injuries. Meanwhile, would you like a cigar?,, 266— Ooeration Afreet The old third degree procedure' Knock a man around for a while, then show him kindness. You'd be surprised how often that makes him blubber and break' "\Me desire infbrmation about your troops and their plans"' said the emir. "If you will cooperate and accept the true faith' you can have an honored position *ith us. We like good men in the Caliphate'" He smiled. "After the war, you could select your harem out of Hollywood if You desired." "And if I don't squeal—" I murmured' He spread his hands. ..You will have no further wish for a harem' The choice is Yours." "Let me think," I begged' "This isn't easy'" "Please do," he answiied urbanely, and returned to his papers' I sat as relaxed as possible, drawing the smoke into my throat and letting strength flow back. The Army geas could be broken by their technlcians inly if I gave my free consent, and I didn't want to. I considered the windJw behind the emir' It was a two-story drop to the street. Most likely, I'd just get myself killed' But that was preferable to any other offer I'd had. I went over the spells I'd haywired. A real technician has to know at least one arcane language_Latin, Greek, classical Arabic, Sanskrit, old Norse, or the 1iL"s—for the standard reasons of sympathetic science. Paranatural phenomena are not strongly influenced by ordinary speech' But &..p, for the usual tag-ends of incantations' the minimum to oPerate tire gadgets of daily life' I was no scholar' However, I knew o". jightly esoteric dialect quite well. I didn't know if it would work, but I could try' My muscles tautened as I moved' It was a shuddersome effort to be casual. I knocked the end of ash off my cigar. As I lifted the thing again, it collected some ash from the emir's' I got the rhyme straight in my mind, put the cigar to my lips' and subvocalized the sPell. "Ashes-waY of the urningbaY, upward-waY ouna) eturningraY' as-uaY the arkssPaY do Yfln'Y, ikestraY imhaY in the qe-waY!" I closed my right eye and brought the glowing cigar end almost against the lid' The emir's El Fumo leaped up and ground itself into ftis right eye, He screamed and fell backward' I Joared to my feet' I'd marked the werefennec, and one stride brought me over to him' I trroke his Poul Anderson —.267 vile little neck with a backhanded cuff and yanked off the flash that hung from it. The guards howled and plunged for me. I went over the table and down on top of the emir, snatching his decanter en route. FIe clawed at me, wild with pain, I saw the ghastliness in his eye socket, and meanwhile I was hanging on to the vessel and shouting: "Ingthay ofystalcray, ebay a istralmay! As-way l-way owthray, yflay ouyay osay!" As I finished, I broke free and hurled the decanter at the guards. It was lousy poetics, and might not have worked if the fat man hadn't already sensitized his stuff. As it was, the ball, the ashtray, the bowl. the glasses, the humidor, and the windowpanes all took off after the decanter. The air was full of flying glass. I didn't stay to watch the results, but went out that window like an exorcised devil. I landed in a bail on the sidewalk, bounced up, and began running. VI soldiers were around. Bullets sleeted after me. I set a record reaching the nearest alley. My witch-sight showed me a broken window, and I wriggled through that. crouching beneath the sill, I heard the pursuit go by. This was the back room of a looted grocery store, plenty dark for my purposes. I hung the flash around my neck, tr.r..r.d it on myself, and made the changeover. They'd return in a minute, and I didn't want to be vulnerable to lead. wolf, I snuffled around after another exit. A rear door stood half open. I slipped through into a courtyard full of ancient packing cases. They made a good hideout. I lay there, striving to co.,tol my lupine nature which wanted to pant, while they swarmed through the area. When they were gone again, I tried to consider my sltuation. The temptation was ro hightail out of this pooq damnei place. I could probably make it, and had technically luHled my share of the mission' But the job wasn't really complete, and virginia was alone with the afreet—if she still lived—and— when I tried to recall her, the image came as a she-wolf and a furry aroma. I shook my head angrily. Weariness and desperation were submerging my reason and letting the animal instincts take over. I'd better do whatever had to be done fast. 268— Operation Afieet I cast about. The town smells were confusing, but I caught the faintest sulfurous whiff and trotted cautiously in that direction. I kept to the shadows, and was seen twice but not challenged. They must have supposed I was one of theirs. The brimstone reek grew stronger. They kept the afreet in the courthouse, a good solid building. I went through the small park in front of it, snuffed the wind carefully, and dashed over street and steps. Four enemy soldiers sprawled on top, throats cut open, and the broomstick was parked by the door. It had a twelve-inch switchblade in the handle, and Virginia had used it like a flpng lance. The man side of me, which had been entertaining stray romantic thoughts, backed up in a cold sweat; but the wolf grinned. I poked at the door. She'd 'chanted the lock open and left it that way. I stuck my nose in, and almost had it clawed off before Svartalf recognized me. He jerked his tail curtly, and I passed by and across the lobby. The stinging smell was coming from upstairs. I followed it through a thick darkness. Light glowed in a second-floor office. I thrust the door ajar and peered in. Virginia was there. She had drawn the curtains and lit the elmos to see by. She was still busy with her precautions, started a little on sppng me but went on with the chant. I parked my shaggy behind near the door and watched. She'd chalked the usual figure, same as the Pentagon in Washington, and a Star of David inside that. The Solly bottle was at the center. It didn't look impressive, an old flask of hard-baked clay with its hollow handle bent over and returning inside—merely a Klein bottle, with Solomon's seal in red wax at the mouth. She'd loosened her hair, and it floated in a ruddy cloud about the pale beautiful face. The wolf of me wondered why we didn't just make off with this crock of It. The man reminded him that undoubtedly the emir had taken precautions and would have sympathetic means to uncork it from afar. We had to out the demon out of action .. . somehow . . . but nobody on our side knew a great deal about his race. Virginia finished her spell, drew the bung, and sprang outside the pentacle as smoke boiled from the flask. She almost didn't make it, the afreet came out in such a hurry. I stuck my tail between my legs and snarled. She was scared, too, trying hard not to show that but I caught the adrenaline odor. The afreet must bend almost double under the ceiling. He was a monstrous gray thing, nude, more or less anthropoid but with wings and horns and long ears, a mouthful of fangs and eyes like hot embers. His assets were strength, speed, and physical near- Poul Anderson — 269 invulnerability. Turned loose, he could break any attack of van-brugh's, and inflict frightful casuarties on rhe most welldug-in defense. controlling him afterward, before he laid the countiyside waste, would be a problem. But why should the saracens care? -ihey'd have a a geas from him, that he remain their ally, as the price of his ffeedom. He roared something in Arabic. smoke swirred from his mouth. virginia looked tiny under those halFunfurled bat membranes. FIer voice was less cool than she would have preferred: ,.speak English, Marid. Or are you too ignorant?" The demon huffed indignantly. "o spawn of a thousand baboons!" My eardrums flinched from the vorume. "o thou white and gutless infidel thing, which I could break with my least finger, come in to me if thou darest!" I was frightened, less by the chance of his breaking loose than by the racket he was making. It could be heard for a qulrter mile. 'Be still, accursed of God!" virginia answered. That shook him a smidgen. Like most of the hell-breed, he was alergic to holy names, though only seriously so under conditions that we couldn,t reproduce here. She stood hands on hips, head tilted, to meet the gaze that smoldered down upon her. "suleiman bin-Daoud, on whom be peace, didn't jug you for nothing, I see. Back to your prison and never come forth again, lest the anger of Heaven smite y;u!" The afreet fleered. "Know that suleiman the wise is dead these three thousand years," he retorted. "Long and long have I brooded in my narrow cell, I who once raged free ihrough e"arth and sky and will now at last be released to work -y o.rrg.u.r.e on the puny sons of Adam." He shoved at the invisible barrier, but one of tbat qpe has a rated strength of several milrion p.s.i. It would hold firm—till some adept dissolved it. "o thou shameless unveiled harlot with hair of hell, know that I am Rashid the Mighry the grorious in powel the smirer of rocs! come in here and n[nr uke a iran!', I moved close to the girl, my hackles raised. The hand that touched my head was cold. .?aranoid fi)e,', she whispered. ,A lot of these harmful Low worlders are psycho. stupid, tholgh. Trickery,s our single chance. I don'r hlve any spefls to .o-p"i him direciry. But—" Aloud, to him, she said: ,.Shut up, Rashid, ,rrd lirt"r, to me. I also am of your race, and to be respected as such.', "Thou?" He hooted with fake laughter. "Thou of the Marid race? Why, thou fish-faced antling, if thou;dst come in here I,d show thee thou'rt not even fit to—" The rest was graphic but not for any gen-tlewere to repeat. "No, hear me," said the girl. "Look and hearken well." She made signs and uttered a formula. I recognized the serf-geas against 270— Operation Afreet telling a falsehood in the particular conversation. our courts still haven't adopted it—Fifth Amendment—but I'd seen it used in trials abroad. The demon recognized it, too. I imagine the Saracen adept who pumped a knowledge of English into him, to make him effective in this war, had added other bits of information about the modern world. He grew more quiet and attentive. Virginia intoned impressively: "I can speak nothing to you except the truth. Do you agree that the name is the thing?" 'Y-y-yes," the afreet rumbled. "That is common knowledge." I scented her relief. First hurdle passed! He had not been educated in scientific goetics. Though the name is, of course, in sympathy with the object, which is the principle of nymic spells and the like—nevertheless, only in this century has Korzybski demonstrated that the word and its referent are not identical. 'Very well," she said. "My name is Ginny." He started in astonishment. "Art thou indeed?" 'Yes. Now will you listen to me? I came to offer you advice, as one jinni to another. I have powers of my own, you know, albeit I employ them in the service of Allah, the Omnipotent, the Omniscient, the Compassionate." He glowered, but supposing her to be one of his species, he was ready to put on a crude show of courtesy. She couldn't be lying about her advice. It did not occur to him that she hadn't said the counsel would be good. "Go on, then, if thou wilst," he growled. "Knowest thou that tomorrow I fare forth to destroy the infidel host?" He got caught up in his dreams of glory. 'Aye, well will I rip them, and trample them, and break and gut and flay them. Well will they learn the power of Rashid the bright-winged, the fiery, the merciless, the wise. the ..." Virginia waited out his adjectives, then said gently: "But Rashid, why must you wreak harm? You earn nothing thereby except hate." A whine crept into his bass. 'Aye, thou speakest sooth. The whole world hates me. Everybody conspires against me. Had he not had the aid of traitors, Suleiman had never locked me away. All which I have sought to do has been thwarted by envious ill-uisherv— Aye, but tomorrow comes the day of reckoning!" Virginia lit a cigaret with a steady hand and blew smoke at him. "How can you trust the emir and his cohorts?" she asked. "He, too, is your enemy. He only wants to make a cat's-paw of you. Afterward, back in the bottle!" "Why . . . why ..." The afreet swelled till the spacewarp barrier creaked. Lighting crackled from his nostrils. It hadn't occurred to Poul Anderson *271 him before; his race isn't bright; but of course a trained psychologist would understand how to follow out paranoid logic. "Have you not kngwn enmity throughout your lJng days?,, con_ tinued virginia quickly. "Think back, Rashid. was not ;he very firsr thing you remember the cruer act of a spitefully envious worrd?" 'Aye—it was." The maned head nodded, and the voice dropped very low. "On the day I was hatched . . . vye, my mother,s wingtip smote me so f reeled." "Perhaps that was accidental," said Virginia. "Nay. Ever she favored my older brother_the lout!" virginia sat down cross-legged. "Teil me about it," she urged. Her tone dripped syrnpathy. I fgl a lessening of the great forces that surged within the barrier. The afreet squatted on his hams, eyes hJFshut, going back doyl a memory trail of millennia. virginia guided him, l hint here and there' I didn't know what she was driving at, surery you couldn,t psy,choanalyze the monster in half a night, nut _ "—Aye, and I was scarce turned three centuries when I fell into a pit my foes must have dug for me." "Surely you could fly out of it,', she murmured. The afreet's eyes rolled. His face misted into still more gruesome furrows. "It was a pit, I say!" "Not by any chance a lake?" she inquired. "Nay!" His wings thundered. *No zuch damnable thing . . . ,twas dark, and wet, byf—nay, not wet either; a cold which burried ...,, I saw dimly that the girl had a lead. she dropped long lashes to hide the sudden gleam in her gaze. Even as a wolf, t couta rearize what a shock it must have been to an aeriar demon, nearry drowning, his fires hissing into steam, and how he must ever aftei deny to himself that it had happened. But what use could she make of— svartalf the cat streaked in and skidded to a hart. Every hair on him stood straight, and his eyes blistered me. He spat something and went out again with me in his van. Down in the lobby I heard voices. Looking through the door, I saw a few soldiers milring about. They'd come by, p..iup, to investigate the noise, seen the dead guards, and no* tt*y mu'st have sent after reinforcements. Whatever Ginny was trying to do, she needed time for it. I went out that door in one gray leap and tangled with the Saracens. We boiled into a clamorous pile. I was almost pinned flat by their numbers, but kept my jaws free and used them. Then svartalf rode that broomstick above the fight, stabbing. we carried a few of their weapons back into the lobby in our jaws, and sat down to wait. I figured i'd do better to remain wolf and be 272 — Ooeration Afreet immune to most things than have the convenience of hands. Svartalf regarded a tommY gun thoughtfully, propPed it along a wall. and crouched over it. I was in no hurry. Every minute we were left alone, or held off the coming attack, was a minute gained for Ginny' I laid my head on my forepaws and dozed off. Much too soon I heard hobnails rattle on pavement. The detachment must have been a good hundred. I saw their dark mass, and the gleam of starlight off their weapons. They hovered for a while around the squad we'd liquidated. Abruptly they whooped and charged uP the stePs' Svartalf braced himseif and worked the tommy gun. The recoil sent him skating back across the lobby, swearing, but he got a couple. I met the rest in the doorwaY' Slash, snap, leap in, leap out, rip them and gash them and howl in their faces! They were lammed together in the entrance, slow and clumsy. After a brief whirl of teeth they retreated' They left half a dozen dead and wounded' I peered through the glass in the door and saw my friend the emir. He had a bandage over his eye, but lumbered around exhorting his men with -ori .n.tgy than I'd expected' Glou91 of them nrite from the main bunch and ran to either side. They':d be coming in the windows and the other doors. I whined as I realized we'd left the broomstick outside- There could be no escape now not even for Ginny. The protest became a snarl when I heard glass breaking and rifles blowing off locks. That Svartalf was a smart cat. Ae found the tommy gun again and somehow, clumsy though paws are, managed to shoot out the lights' He and I retreated to the stairwaY. They came at us in the dark, blind as most men are' I let them fumble around, and the first one who groped to the stairs was killed quietly. The second had time to yell' The whole gang of them crowded after him. They couldn't shoot in the gloom and press without potting their own people. Excited to mindlessness, they attacked me with scimitars, ihich I didn't object to. Svartalf raked their legs and I tore them apart—whick, snip, clash, Allah Akbar and teeth in the night! The stair was narrow enough for me to hold, and their own casualties hampered them, but the sheer weight of a hundred brave men forced me back a tread at a time. otherwise one could have tackled me and a dozen more have piled on top' As things were' we gave the houris a few fresh customers for every foot we lost' I have no clear memory of the fight. You seldom do. But it must have been about twenty minutes before they fell back at an angry Poul Anderson —273 growl' The emir himself stood at the foot of the stairs, rashing his tail and rippling his gorgeously striped hide. I shook myself wearily and braied my feet for the rast round. The oneeyed tiger climbed slowly toward us. svartarf spat. Suddenry he zipped down the banister past the larger car and disappeared ''in the gloom. Well, he had his own neck to think a[es1 _ w'e were almost nose to nose when the emir rifted a paw full of swords and brought it down. I dodged somehow and fiew for his ,1."1,. All I gor was a mouthful of baggy skin, bur I hung on and tried to work my way inward. He roared and shook his head till I swung like a beil clapper. I shut my eyes and clamped on tight. He rakid my ribs with those long I I skipped away but kept *y teeth where rhey were. Lunging, he fell on me. His jaws claihed shut. pain jagged tirrough my tail. I let go to howl. He pinned me down with one paw, raising the other to break my spine. somehow, crazed with the hurt, I writhed free and struck upward. His remaining eye was graring at me, and I bit it out of his head. FIe screamed! A y..p of one paw sent me kiting up to slam against the banister. r lay with the wind knocked from le while the blind tiger rolled over in his agony. The beast drowned the man, and he went down the stairs and wrought havoc among his own soldiers. A broomstick whizzed. above the meree. cood ltd Svartalfr He,d only gone to fetch our transportation. I saw him ride toward the door of the afreet, and rose groggily to meet the next wave of saracens. They were still trying to con'ol their boss. I gurped for breath and stood watching and smelling and listeningl My tail seemed ablaze. Half of it was gone. A tommy gun began stuttering. I heard blood rattle in the emir,s lungs. He was hard to kiil. Tiat's the end of you, stane Matuchek, thought the man of me. ThE'tt d,o what thq shourd, haae d,one in the first place, stand bmeath yau and. sueep you with their fire, nery tenth round argmt. The emir fell and lay gasping out his life. I waited for his men ro collect their wis and remembei me. Ginny appeared on the landing, astride the broomstick. Her voice seemed to come from very fai away, "steve! euick! Here!,, I shook my head dazedly, tr)ang to understand. I was too tired, too canine. she stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistred. That fetched me. She slung me across her lap and hung on tight as Svartalf piloted the -stick' A gun fired blindly from beLw. we went our a second-story window and into the sky. 214 — Operation Afreet A carpet swooped near. Svartalf arched his back and poured on the powlr. That Cadillac had legs! We left the enemy sitting there, and I passed out. VII When I came to, I was Prone on a cot in a hospital tent' Daylight was bright outside; the earth lay wet and steaming' A medic looked around as I groaned. "Flello, hero,'o he said' "Better stay in that position for a while. F{ow're you feeling?" I waited till full consciousness returned before I accepted a cuP of bouillon. (How am I?" I whispered; they'd humanized me, of course. "Not too bad, considering. You had some infection of your wounds—a staphylococcus that can switch species for a human or canine host—but we cleaned the bugs out with a new antibiotic technique. Otherwise, loss of blood, shock, and plain old exhaustion. You should be fine in a week or two'" I lay thinking, my mind draggy, most of my attention on how delicious the bouilton tasted. A field hospital can't lug around the equipment to stick pins in model bacteria. often it doesn,t even have tne enlarged anatomical dummies on which the surgeon can do a sympathJtic operation. 'lVhat technique do you mean?" I asked. "One of our boys has the Evil Eye' He looks at the germs through a microscope." I didn't inquire further, knowing that Reader's Digest' would be waxing lyrical about it in a few months. Something else nagged at -.. "Th. attack . . . have they begun?" "The— oh. Thatl That was tr,vo days ago, Rin-Tin-Tin. You've been kept under asphodel. We mopped 'em up along the entire line. Last I heard, thb *.r. across the Washington border and still running." I sigied and went back to sleep' Even the noise as the medic dictated l rePort to his typewriter couldn't hold me awake' Ginny came in the next day, with Svartalf riding her shoulder. Sunlighi striking through rhe tent flap turned her hair ro hor copper. 'lHello, Caftain Mituchek," she said' "I came to see how you were, soon as I could get leave"' I raised myself on my elbows, and whistled at the cigaret she offered. When it was between my lips, I said slowly: "C'ome off it' Ginny. We didn't exactly go on a 'daie that night' but I think we're properly inroduced." Poul Anderson —275 'Yes." She sat down on the cot and stroked my hair. That felt good. Svartalf purred at me, and I wished I could respond. "How about the afreet?" I asked after a while. "Still in his bottle." She grinned. "I doubt if anybody'll ever be able to get him out again, assuming anybody would want to." "But what did you do?" "A simple application of Papa Freud's principles. If it's ever written up, I'll have every Jungian in the country on my neck, but it worked. I got him to spinning out his memories and illusions, and soon found he had a hydrophobic complex—which is fear of water, Rover, nst 12fis5—" 'You can call me Rover," I growled, "but if you call me Fido, gives a paddling." She didn't ask why I assumed I'd be sufficiently close in future for such lapng on of hands. That encouraged me. Indeed, she blushed, but went on: "Having gotten the key to his personality, I found it simple to play on his phobia. I pointed out how common a substance water is and how difficult total dehydration is. He got more and more scared. When I showed him that all animal tissue, including his own, is about eighty percent water, that was that. He crept back into his bottle and went catatonic." After a moment, she added thoughtfully: "I'd like to have him for my mantelpiece, but I suppose he'll wind up in the Smithsonian. So I'll simply write a little treatise on the military uses of psychiatry." "Aren't bombs and dragons and elfshot gruesome enough?" I demanded with a shudder. Poor simple elementals! They think they're fiendish, but ought to take lessons from the human race. As for me, I could imagine certain drawbacks to getting hitched with a witch, but— "C'mere. youse." She did. I don't have many souvenirs of the war. It was an ugly time and best forgotten. But one keepsake will always be with me, in spite of the plastic surgeons' best efforts. As a wolf, I've got a stumpy tail, and as a man I don't like to sit down in wet weather. That's a hell of a thing to receive a Purple Heart for.