Thy Rocks and Rills
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Thy Rocks and Rills - Tom Beecham
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Title: Thy Rocks and Rills
Author: Robert Ernest Gilbert
Illustrator: Tom Beecham
Release Date: June 18, 2010 [EBook #32878]
Language: English
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THY ROCKS AND RILLS
By Robert Ernest Gilbert
Illustrated by Tom Beecham
[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from If Worlds of Science Fiction September 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
CONTENTS
PRELUDE
INTERMEZZO
SONATA
DANSE MACABRE
GRAND FINALE
RECESSIONAL
PRELUDE
They were out of place in the Manly Age—Stonecypher, a man who loved animals; Moe, a bull who hated men. Together, they marched to inevitably similar destinies....
M. Stonecypher lifted his reed sun hat with the square brim, and used a red handkerchief to absorb the perspiration streaking his forehead. He said, The pup'll make a good guard, 'especially for thrill parties.
L. Dan's golden curls flickered in July 1 sunlight. The puppy growled when Dan extended a gloved hand. I don't want a guard,
the hobbyist said. I want him for a dogfight.
A startling bellow rattled the windows of the dog house and spilled in deafening waves across the yard. Dan whirled, clutching his staff. Light glinted on his plastic cuirass and danced on his red nylon tights. His flabby face turned white. What—
he panted.
Stonecypher concealed a smile behind a long corded hand and said, Just the bull. Serenades us sometimes.
Dan circled the dog house. Stonecypher followed with a forefinger pressed to thin lips. In the paddock, the bull's head moved up and down. It might or might not have been a nod.
The crest of long red and blue-black hairs on the bull's neck and shoulders created an illusion of purple, but the rest of the animal matched the black of a duelmaster's tam. Behind large eyes encircled by a white band, his skull bulged in a swelling dome, making the distance between his short horns seem much too great.
He's purple!
Dan gasped. Why in the Government don't you put him in the ring?
Stonecypher gestured toward the choppy surface of Kings Lake, nine hundred feet below. He said, Coincidence. I make out the ringmaster's barge just leavin' Highland Pier.
You're selling him?
Yeah. If they take 'im. I'd like to see 'im in the ring on Dependence Day.
Glancing at the watch embedded in the left pectoral of his half-armor, Dan said, That would be a show! I'll take the dog and fly. I've a duel in Highland Park at 11:46.
The pup's not for sale.
Not for sale!
Dan yelled. You told—
Thought you wanted a guard. I don't sell for dogfights.
A sound like Goood!
came from the paddocked bull.
Dan opened his mouth wide. Whatever he intended to say died without vocalization, for Catriona came driving the mule team up through the apple orchard. The almost identical mules had sorrel noses, gray necks, buckskin flanks, and black and white pinto backs and haunches. Great Government!
Dan swore. This place is worse than a museum!
Appaloosa mules,
Stonecypher said.
Catriona jumped from the seat of the mowing machine. Dan stared. Compared to the standard woman of the Manly Age who, by dieting, posturing, and exercise from childhood, transformed herself into a small, thin, dominated creature, Catriona constituted a separate species. She was taller than Dan, slightly plump, and her hair could have been classed as either red