_The fey Mr. Young continues his scholarly researches
           in the scientific origins of our myth and legend
         with this tale of an agile--and avaricious--one-man_

                            BOARDING PARTY

                          By ROBERT F. YOUNG

                         Illustrated by FINLAY

           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
                    Amazing Stories September 1963
         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]


(Translator's note: _The original of the following report was recently
acquired by the Terran Industrial Library through the Interstellar
Historical Exchange Society, into whose illustrious fold the member
nations of the Terran Economic Bloc have at last been admitted. The
narrative is of primary interest to the library officials because
it provides unequivocable proof that, long before the Interstellar
Economic Community took official cognizance of our existence, several
articles of Community Commerce found their way into our culture. To
the layman, however, the narrative is of primary interest because
it provides an intriguing parallel to a narrative of an altogether
different nature._)

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TO: Interstellar Nurseries, Frimm 4

FROM: Captain of the Greenship _Uxurient_, Urtz 2

SUBJECT(S): (1) Why the _Uxurient_ put in to an out-of-bounds system
during the Frimm 4-Urtz 2 run; (2) how a boarding party of one
gained the greendeck and made off with a Uterium 5 snirk bird, a toy
friddlefork, and two containers of yellow trading disks; (3) why the
_Uxurient's_ flexible ship-to-ground capillary tube is ten exids
shorter than it used to be.


                                  (1)

    _Why the Uxurient put in to an Out-of-Bounds System during the
    Frimm 4-Urtz 2 Run_

Two light-cycles out from Frimm 4, the first shoots of the yumquat
trees broke through the greendeck precisely on schedule. A little
over a light-cycle farther out I noticed during one of my periodic
inspections that the young leaves were beginning to turn yellow, and
subsequent tests of several greendeck soil samples revealed an acute
deficiency of mineral elements D-2 and Z-1, plus an advanced aridity.
I immediately retired to the greenship's subdeck, where I found the
contents of the soil-solution vat to be at a shockingly low level. An
analysis of the contents indicated a near-total absence of mineral
elements D-2 and Z-1.

Further investigations have since convinced me that the responsibility
for this critical shortage rests upon the shoulders of none other
than Ur-Lon-Ho-Lee, Interstellar Nurseries' senior shipping clerk, but
at the time, the yumquat-tree shipment pre-empted my attention to the
exclusion of all other matters. If the trees were to be allowed to
shoot up at the usual accelerated growth rate and were to be delivered
in satisfactory sapling stage to the Urtz 2 customer who had ordered
them, I had but one course of action open to me: to put in to the
nearest system, find a planet with a soil rich in moisture and rich in
mineral elements D-2 and Z-1, and replenish the soil-solution vat by
means of the _Uxurient's_ ship-to-ground capillary tube. Fortunately,
there happened to be a system in the vicinity of the _Uxurient's_
present position, but unfortunately it happened to be one of the many
systems that are out-of-bounds to Interstellar Economic Community
ships. Before coming to a decision, then, I had to weigh the importance
of my mission against the risk of causing "a substantial interference
in the normal evolution of an extra-Community culture"--a possibility
that is always present when a Community ship is forced to enter an
out-of-bounds system. I decided that it was my responsibility both to
the customer and to the company to run this risk, and proceeded to put
in to the system at once.

I wasted no time on the outer worlds, knowing from experience that
such worlds rarely yield anything in the way of flora and hence could
not possibly possess the kind of soil I needed, but arrowed in to the
orbital regions of the first four. Perceiving at once that Four would
not serve my purpose, I continued on to Three. Three turned out to
be a Frimm 4-type planet in all respects save its slightly smaller
size; it also turned out to be the reason for the system's having been
placed out-of-bounds. I was not surprised: One seldom finds soil of
the type employed by Frimm 4 nurseries without finding intelligent
life in the immediate vicinity. In this instance, I used the term
"intelligent life" in its broadest sense, for the several civilizations
I transchecked at random revealed technologies not far removed from the
paleolithic stage, and in one case, in the very midst of it.

       *       *       *       *       *

On several of the land masses I detected scattered deposits of the
soil-type I needed, and I could have replenished the _Uxurient's_
soil-solution vat from any of them. However, I chose an unusually
rich one on a large island near the major land mass, reasoning that
the less time I consumed in the operation, the less chance there
would be of my occasioning "a substantial interference in the normal
evolution of an extra-Community culture". This particular deposit
bordered a small community of scattered, thatch-roofed dwellings, and
abounded in trees similar to the yumquat species. After activating the
_Uxurient's_ ventral camouflage-unit, I brought the greenship down to
about two hundred mirids, gravved it into position above the edge of
the forest, and opened the capillary-tube lock. I timed my maneuver to
coincide with the passing of the dusk belt, but, reluctant to attract
any more attention than was absolutely necessary, I waited through
most of the ensuing night phase before lowering the capillary tube.
Unfortunately, I erred somewhat in my calculations, and the tube's
rhizomorphous feeding system, owing partially to the rather strong
wind that had sprung up during the night phase, entered the soil much
closer to one of the native dwellings than I had intended should be the
case; however, dawn being near at hand, I lacked sufficient time to
recoil and relocate the device, so I left it where it was. I was not
particularly worried: the natives' superstitious fear of the tube would
probably preclude their approaching it closely enough for them to be
able to damage it, and if their superstitious fear of the tube itself
was not strong enough to make them keep their distance, their fear of
the "low-lying cloud" from which the tube depended should be.

My mind at ease in this respect then, I reduced the opacity of the
hull's upper hemisphere to complete transparency so that the greendeck
would benefit from the rays of the system's sun, after which I retired
to the subdeck to check on the first influx of nutrients into the
soil-solution vat. The length of the capillary tube prohibited any
immediate change in the solution-level, so while I waited, I busied
myself checking the tubes that run down to the vat from the section of
the greendeck where the upper extremities of the capillary tube are
affixed. Next, I checked the outgoing tubes that feed the greendeck
soil. By the time I finished, the level had begun to rise.

I waited till it rose above the halfway mark, then I took a sample
and ran an analysis. The result delighted me: the D-2 and Z-1 mineral
element content had quadrupled! If the rapidity with which the vat was
filling continued, I would be able to disengage the capillary tube,
recoil it, and be on my way before the next night phase.

I lingered for a while longer, watching the level climb. Finally,
remembering that I had not eaten since before my discovery of the soil
deficiency, I left the vat-room, picked up three lliaka hind quarters
in the meat-compartment, attached them to my belt, and proceeded up
the ramp to the greendeck. The thought of the fine steaks which the
quarters would yield made me realize how truly hungry I was, and I
set off across the greendeck toward my distant living quarters with
quickened steps. As I walked, the sight of the arid soil stretching
away in every direction afflicted me with melancholy, even though I
knew that the deplorable condition was well on its way toward being
corrected. The leaves of the baby yumquat trees, I saw to my dismay,
had more than merely yellowed: they had shriveled too. And so scrawny
were the little shoots that, had I not known that they were there, I
might very well have walked in their midst and have been unaware of
their existence. Indeed, the greendeck, awash now with bright morning
sunlight, had more of the aspect of a desert than it did an aspect of
a thriving oasis where plants are grown during shipment. I submit that
my bringing the _Uxurient_ in to an out-of-bounds system was more than
merely justified: it was in keeping with the highest ideals that govern
man in his relationship to plant-life.


                                  (2)

    _How a Boarding Party of One gained the Greendeck and made off with
    a Uterium 5 Snirk Bird, a Toy Friddlefork, and Two Containers of
    Yellow Trading Disks._


Arriving at my living quarters, I removed my greendeck fatigues and
laid them upon the arms of the rack beside the entrance, wondering as
I always do on such occasions how Ho-Hat-Li-Tum, the company's morale
manager, could have fallen for so blatantly whimsical an appointment
as a clothes rack in the form of a life-size woman. Granted, greenship
pilots lead lonely lives, but tell me this: how can the mere act of
their laying their outer garments upon the outstretched arms of a
brainless, speechless, feelingless mannequin in the least alleviate
their loneliness? If Ho-Hat-Li-Tum were really concerned about the
morale of the greenship pilots, he would spurn such halfway measures
and concentrate his energies on getting the regulation that forbids
pilots to take their wives into space with them rescinded.

To continue: Once in my living quarters, I proceeded directly to
the galley where I cut two large steaks from one of the lliaka
hindquarters. Placing the steaks upon the grill to sear, I got a loaf
of bread and decanter of wine out of the provision closet, after which
I set the table. When the steaks were done, I placed them on a large
platter and sat down to eat. It was at this point that I received a
very definite impression that I was being watched.

I looked around the galley. Other than myself, of course, no one was
there, and certainly the various cupboards were much too small to
harbor a secret onlooker. A secret onlooker indeed! Angry with myself,
I put the matter from my mind, concluding that the condition of the
yumquat trees had depressed me to a greater extent than I had realized,
and that I had fallen prey to preposterous imaginings. I wish now that
I had been less eager to ascribe what proved to be a perfectly valid
psychosensory perception to my emotional letdown.

I ate ravenously, devouring both of the steaks and the entire loaf of
bread. Afterward, a feeling of peace and good will stole over me, and
on an impulse I called the Uterium 5 snirk bird down from its perch
above the galley doorway and persuaded it by means of a crust of bread
to perch upon my forefinger. Despite the large and ovoid xanthous
droppings which these birds sporadically deposit on chairs, tables
and floors, they make wonderful pets, and I envied the particular
customer who was to receive this one--a tiny, bright-eyed female--as
a partial bonus for his yumquat-tree order. The other components
of his bonus--the toy friddlefork and the two containers of yellow
trading disks--stood on a shelf just behind me, and reaching around
and procuring them, I set them on the table before me. Such evidence
of largess invariably renews my faith in the company, and on long runs
I often get out customer bonuses and speculate on the munificence of a
concern such as ours. Thus I speculated now--but not for long. I had
not slept for nearly two zodal periods and was far more tired than I
realized, and to complicate matters, the heavy meal which I had just
consumed had had a soporific effect upon me. Almost before I knew it, I
dozed off.

       *       *       *       *       *

I believe that my first apprisal that the previously mentioned
psychosensory perception had not been illusory after all was the creak
of one of the cupboard doors. Unfortunately, this apprisal was on the
unconscious, rather than the conscious, level, and failed to arouse me
from my stupor. It took the hysterical cackling of the Uterium 5 snirk
bird, a few moments later, to bring me back to true awareness, and by
that time, it was too late. The tiny man who had shinned up the table
leg and seized the snirk bird, the two containers of yellow trading
disks, and the toy friddlefork had already regained the deck and was
running toward the doorway. In the process of climbing back down, he
must have bumped the toy friddlefork and accidentally activated its
tonal unit, for it was bleating away insistently as he bore it away.
Indeed, so insistent were its cries that one would have thought that it
expected me to come after it and succor it.

Incredulously, I got to my feet. I saw then that the thief was not
a man, but a boy--the tiniest boy that I have ever seen in my whole
life. Assuming his stature to be average, it is unlikely that even a
full-grown adult of his species would come any higher than a Frimm 4's
citizen's knee-cap!

I called after him, uttering my name in as gentle a tone of voice as
I could manage and assuring him that if he would return the articles
he had stolen no harm would come to him. He only ran the faster, and
fairly streaked through the galley doorway, down the entrance corridor,
and out onto the greendeck. I had no choice but to set off in pursuit,
and this I did, naively believing that I could overtake him easily. In
this I erred indeed. Never have I ever seen anyone run so fast. Why,
there were times when I could have sworn that his feet weren't even
touching the deck!

As I lumbered along in his wake, I wondered how he could conceivably
have gotten on board. Had he climbed the capillary tube? This didn't
seem possible in view of the _Uxurient's_ altitude and in view of his
diminutiveness, but I could think of no other answer. There was no
need for me to, I saw presently: that he had climbed up the tube was
unequivocably demonstrated by the ease and the celerity with which he
now began to climb down it.


                                  (3)

    _Why the_ Uxurient's _Flexible Ship-to-Ground Capillary Tube is now
    Ten Exids Shorter than It used to be_


Loath to give up the chase, I started climbing down the tube myself.
This is not as difficult as one would at first imagine--as I myself
had imagined, in fact, prior to making the attempt. The branch-like
protuberances that absorb the sunlight and transmute it into the
energy required for the capillary-action provide numerous hand- and
footholds, and had it not been for the almost gale-force wind that had
developed, my descent would have been relatively easy. Even with the
wind, I found myself in no great danger, and I have no doubt but what
I would have reached the ground in due course had I not underestimated
the resourcefulness--and the blood-thirstiness--of my youthful quarry.
He kept calling out repeatedly at the top of his voice, but I did
not suspect what he was up to until, halfway down, I paused and
looked below me. I was just in time to see a woman run out of the
thatch-roofed dwelling near which the tube had rooted itself and hand
him a small object the very moment his feet touched the ground.

I deduced from the shards of sunlight that the object threw off that
it was a cutting tool of some kind. I was not long left in doubt in
any event, for no sooner did the boy have it in his possession than
he began to wield it. A series of thuds was borne upward by the wind,
and with each thud, the tube gave a convulsive shudder. I had seen
unattached ship-to-ground capillary tubes at the mercy of the wind
before, and I knew the danger that confronted me. Consequently I
began climbing back up toward the _Uxurient_ at once. While I will
not attempt to deny that I was frightened, I would like to point out
that it wasn't so much my predicament that frightened me, but the
cold-blooded attitude of the young savage below me. He thought that
by severing the tube he could bring it crashing to the ground, and the
ferocity and the frequency of his blows testified to the eagerness with
which he awaited my destruction.

It was his very attitude, I believe, that gave me the strength and the
determination to gain the _Uxurient_ after the tube broke free and
began lashing wildly back and forth. For a long while I lay gasping on
the greendeck; then, when my breath came back, I recoiled the tube,
secured the tube-lock, and lifted into space. The soil-solution vat
was not as full as I would have wished, but by careful rationing I
knew that I could make its contents suffice. Whether I could or not, I
wanted no more part of the world I had just left. I never want to see
the place again.

       *       *       *       *       *

I would like to append a word in my defense. While it is true that I
was instrumental in exposing an extra-Community culture to a technology
far beyond its ken, it must be remembered that all such cultures are
flexible in nature and can absorb the seemingly inexplicable with the
utmost equanimity. They achieve this quite simply by identifying the
unfamiliar with the familiar, and by ascribing those phenomena which
happen to be beyond their experience to the workings of magic. Far
from having an adverse effect, the present instance will, I am sure,
provide the basis for a colorful legend. No doubt the legend will
acquire a more satisfying ending, and unquestionably the boy's exploits
will be exaggerated. As regards the Uterium 5 snirk bird, the toy
friddlefork, and the two containers of yellow trading disks, you may
be sure that the young rascal had already identified them with objects
with which he was familiar (and which he coveted) before he left the
galley cupboard in which he was hiding. If he had not done so, he would
not have stolen them. In any case, I am not unduly bitter about their
loss, even though I must make that loss good. The measure of a Frimm 4
citizen's true worth is the quantity of his magnanimity; hence I hope
that both the boy and the woman--probably his mother--live happily ever
after.

                                                               (signed)
                                                          Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum


                                THE END