Four-Day Planet

H. Beam Piper

Four-Day Planet, by Henry Beam Piper

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Title: Four-Day Planet
Author: Henry Beam Piper
Release Date: October 6, 2006 [EBook #19478]
Language: English
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Four-Day Planet
by H. Beam Piper

SF ace books A Division of Charter Communications Inc. A GROSSET & DUNLAP COMPANY 360 Park Avenue South New York, New York 10010

Copyright ? 1961 by H. Beam Piper
Cover art by Michael Whelan
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DEDICATION
For Betty and Vall, with loving remembrance
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CONTENTS
1. The Ship from Terra
2. Reporter Working
3. Bottom Level
4. Main City Level
5. Meeting Out of Order
6. Elementary, My Dear Kivelson
7. Aboard the Javelin
8. Practice, 50-MM Gun
9. Monster Killing
10. Mayday, Mayday
11. Darkness and Cold
12. Castaways Working
13. The Beacon Light
14. The Rescue
15. Vigilantes
16. Civil War Postponed
17. Tallow-Wax Fire
18. The Treason of Bish Ware
19. Masks Off
20. Finale
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Four-Day Planet
1
THE SHIP FROM TERRA
I went through the gateway, towing my equipment in a contragravity hamper over my head. As usual, I was wondering what it would take, short of a revolution, to get the city of Port Sandor as clean and tidy and well lighted as the spaceport area. I knew Dad's editorials and my sarcastic news stories wouldn't do it. We'd been trying long enough.
The two girls in bikinis in front of me pushed on, still gabbling about the fight one of them had had with her boy friend, and I closed up behind the half dozen monster-hunters in long trousers, ankle boots and short boat-jackets, with big knives on their belts. They must have all been from the same crew, because they weren't arguing about whose ship was fastest, had the toughest skipper, and made the most money. They were talking about the price of tallow-wax, and they seemed to have picked up a rumor that it was going to be cut another ten centisols a pound. I eavesdropped shamelessly, but it was the same rumor I'd picked up, myself, a little earlier.
"Hi, Walt," somebody behind me called out. "Looking for some news that's fit to print?"
I turned my head. It was a man of about thirty-five with curly brown hair and a wide grin. Adolf Lautier, the entertainment promoter. He and Dad each owned a share in the Port Sandor telecast station, and split their time between his music and drama-films and Dad's newscasts.
"All the news is fit to print, and if it's news the Times prints it," I told him. "Think you're going to get some good thrillers this time?"
He shrugged. I'd just asked that to make conversation; he never had any way of knowing what sort of films would come in. The ones the Peenem��nde was bringing should be fairly new, because she was outbound from Terra. He'd go over what was aboard, and trade one for one for the old films he'd shown already.
"They tell me there's a real Old-Terran-style Western been showing on V?lund that ought to be coming our way this time," he said. "It was filmed in South America, with real horses."
That would go over big here. Almost everybody thought horses were as extinct as dinosaurs. I've seen so-called Westerns with the cowboys riding Freyan oukry. I mentioned that, and then added:
"They'll think the old cattle towns like Dodge and Abilene were awful sissy places, though."
"I suppose they were, compared to Port Sandor," Lautier said. "Are you going aboard to interview the distinguished visitor?"
"Which one?" I asked. "Glenn Murell or Leo Belsher?"
Lautier called Leo Belsher something you won't find in the dictionary but which nobody needs to look up. The hunters, ahead of us, heard him and laughed. They couldn't possibly have agreed more. He was going to continue with the fascinating subject of Mr. Leo Belsher's ancestry and personal characteristics, and then bit it off short. I followed his eyes, and saw old Professor Hartzenbosch, the principal of the school, approaching.
"Ah, here you are, Mr. Lautier," he greeted. "I trust that I did not keep you waiting." Then he saw me. "Why, it's Walter Boyd. How is your father, Walter?"
I assured him as to Dad's health and inquired about his own, and then asked him how things were going at school. As well as could be expected, he told me, and I gathered that he kept his point of expectation
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