MARQUE and REPRISAL by Poul Anderson
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Including Venture Science Fiction Marque and Reprisal (shorl no11el) POUL ANDERSON 5 The-Sin of Edna Schuster WILLARD MARSH 63 Mrs. Pribley's Underdog SUI! SANFORD . 68 Time and the Sphinx LEAH BODINE DRAKE 77 Science: Harmony in Heaven ISAAC ASIMOV 81 The Switch CALVIN DEMMON 92 Look Up (verse) ltAREN ANDERSON 95 The Absolutely Perfect Murder MIRIAM ALLEN deFORD 96 The Placebo Effect THEODORE L. THOMAS 105 The Deadeye Dick Syndrome ROBERT M. GREEN, JR. 106 Dialogue in a Twenty-first Century Dining· Room ROBERT F. 'YOUNG 122 In Ibis issue •.• Coming nexl monlh 4 F&SF Marketplace 129 Cover by ]ack Gaughan (illt#lrating "Marque and Reprisal") Joseph W. Ferman, EDITOR AND PUBLISHER Isaac Asimov, SCIENCE EDITOR Ted White, ASSISTANT EDITOR Edward L. Ferman, MANAGING EDITOR Robert P. Mills, CONSULTING EDITOR / The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Val•nse 28, No. Z, Whole No. 163, Fitb. 1965. Published moxtloly by Mercury Press, Inc., at 50t a copy. Annual subscription $5.00; $5.50 in Canada and the Pan American Union; $6.00 i" aU otloer countries. Publi cation office, 10 Ferry Strut, Concord, N. H. Editorial and general mail should be sent to 347 East 53rd St., New York, N. Y. 1002Z. Second Class postage !.aid at Concord, N.H. Pri,.ted in U.S.A. @ 1964 by Mercury Press, boc. AU rights, iOJC »ding· translations into other languages, reseTfJed. Submissions must be accompanied by stamped, self-addressed envelopes; the Publisher assumes no responsibility for return of unsolicited manuscript.<. In this issue Ron Goulart suggested in last month's Books that Poul Anderson may someday be a generic term. We may indeed pity the reader of the future who moans that they don't write Poulandersons like they used to. Well, here's the "used to", a new novel by Mr. Anderson himself, with all the flavor and color and action of the original article. And for those who like more than one, two sequels to MARQUE AND REPRISAL have already been written especially for F&SF. The first is planned for our April issue. Not in this issue is the usual Books column. This is a temporary lapse, and next month's book reviews will be handled by Judith Merril. Coming next month .•• . is a novelet by Roger Zelamy (A Rose For Ecclesiastes, Nov. 1963). This one is a deep-sea fishing story. The seas are the seas of Venus, the fish is a Leviathan monster, the charter boat is a ten-square-block raft which rents for fifty thousand dollars a day, and the story is a big, brash thriller. Even if the biggest thing you've ever hooked into was a can of tuna, we guarantee that THE DOORS OF HIS FACE, THE LAMPS OF HIS MOUTH will leave at least a few beads of perspiration on your forehead-that is, if it doesn't leave you limp with exhaustion. And good news for those who have asked for more "People" stories by Zenna Henderson. Miss Henderson has obliged and a new novelet abOut the People has been scheduled for an upcoming issue. 4 Here is the first sail of a three-vessel argosy, and ought properly to be celebrated with roasted oxen, horns of mead, and dancing in the public places of the port. It is our first Poul Anderson story since NO TRUCE WITH KINGS (June 1963), and, while com plete in itself, will be followed by two sequels. Poul Anderson was born in Pennsylvania in 1926; his somewhat unusual first name (vowel sound somewhere between "gulf' and ghour') derives from a Danish grandfather. "On the paternal side they seem to have been mostly sailors and such, though my father himself was an engineer; on the maternal side, professional people, including a couple of minor Romantic poets, Carsten Hauch and Henrik Hertz. At various times the family lived in Texas, Marpland, Europe, a Minnesota farm, etc. I took a physics degree at Minne sota, but drifted into writing and so, except for an interlude when times got lean, have only used the training to help get Science Fic tion backgrounds straight. Since 1953 I've lived in the San Fran cisco Bay Area with my wife, Karen, and daughter, Astrid, with time out for occasional traveling. My brother beats me in thtlt department; a few years ago he headed the first expedition into the Ellsworth Mountains in Antarctica. Besides Science Fiction, I've written mystery, historical, and nonfiction stuff.• And now, off we go, with Gunnar Heim of Heimdal Motors, and his desperate and heroic adventurings with the distant world of New Europe and the alien and beautiful and utterly dangerous Aleriona. MARQUE AND REPRISAL by Poul Anderson Le roi fait battre tambour, stride. A while he stood, turning Le roi a fait battre tambour-" his head in search of .the voice Gunnar Heim halted in mid- that had risen out of the dark. © 1964 by Poul Anderson 5 6 FANTASY AND SCIENCE PICTION "Pour voir toutes ces dames. City on the dark side, through the Et Ia premiere qu'tl a vue-" damp autumn air. It was some distance off, almost " 'Marquis, dis moi, Ia connais lost in the background of machine tu? rumble to landward of the docks. Marquis, dis moi, la connais But only one man was likely to be tu? making his mock with that sinis Quelle est cette jolie dame?' ter old ballad, in San Francisco Et le marquis a repondu: on -this night. 'Sire Roi, c'est ma famne.' Lui a ravi son ame. Rataplan! Rataplan! Rataplan- Rataplan! Rataplan! Rataplan plan-plan-plan ( plan-l'lan-plan !" Rataplan! Rataplan! Rataplan Heim started after the sound. plan-plan-pkin (" He could still move fast and softly Heim rounded a shed by the when he wanted to. In a moment pier and saw the minstrel. He sat his ears picked up the ring and on a bollard, looking · out across snarl of a guitar played in anger. the water, a man more small and "Rataplant Ratapla1Z! Rataplan- shabby than expected. His fingers plan-plan-plan !" . leaped across the twelve strings as Warehouses bulked black on his if attacking an enemy, and the right. At this hour not very long moon gleamed off tears on his before dawn, the city had face. dimmed; there was only a reddish Heim paused in the shadow of haze above the roofs, and the re the wall. He ought not to inter mote luminous leap of the palace rupt. They had related, in the towers on Nob Hill. To the left a Spaceman'~ Rest, that the buck cargo submarine lay like a sleek was drunk and wild. "And when moon-scaled dragon, but no long he'd spent his last millo, he want shore robots or men were at work ed to sing for booze," the bartender around it. The Bay was ebony and said. '1 told him we didn't- want a shimmer of glade. Kilometers none of that here. He said he'd distant, the hills on the eastern sung his way through a dozen shore made a wall besprinkled planets and what was wrong with with artificial stars. The real stars Earth that nobody wanted to lis were wan, and so was the defense ten to him. I said the strip show satellite that climbed rapidly into was coming on the 3V in a minute view-as if all suns had with and that's what the customers drawn from a planet gone wanted, not any of his foreign strengthless. Luna stood at half stuff. So he yelled about singing phase near the zenith. He could to the stars or some such pothead not see the light-spot of Apollo notion. I told him go ahead, get MARQUE AND REPRISAL 1 out before I threw him out. And been no sense of miSSion about f>Ut he went. That was about an finding the fellow. It had merely hour ago. Friend of yours?" been an excuse to go on yet an· "Maybe," Heim said. other slumming trip. But the im· "Uh, you might go look for him plications grew in his mind. then. He could get into trouble. And now that his search was Somebody might go for an expen· ended, the song caught at him and sive gutbucket like he was haul he felt his pulse accelerate. This ing." stranger might indeed have the Heim nodded and tossed off his truth about that which had hap· beer. The Welfare section of any pened among yonder constella· large city was bad to be alone in tions. after nightfall. Even the police of "-La reine a fait faire un Western countries made little ef bouquet fort to control those whom the De belles fleurs de lyse. machines had displaced before Et le senteur de ce bouquet birth. They settled for containing A fait mourir marquise." that fury and futility in its own As the older tale, also of tyran· district, well away from the homes ny, treachery, and death, crashed of those who had skills the world to its end, Heim reached a deci· needed. On his walkabouts sion. through the subculture of the ir· "Rataplan I Rata plan I Rataplan· relevant men, Heim carried a stun plan-plan-plan I pistol. He had had use for it on Rataplanl Rataplanl Rataplatz· occasion. plan-plan-plan(" They knew him locally, though. Silence followed, except for the He had told them he was a retired lapping of water and the ceaseless spaceman-anything nearer the throb of that machine which was truth would have been unwise the city.