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    The Star Hyacinths
    The Star Hyacinths
    The Star Hyacinths
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    The Star Hyacinths

    By Virgil Finlay and James H. Schmitz

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateFeb 1, 2009
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      The Star Hyacinths - Virgil Finlay

      The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Star Hyacinths, by James H. Schmitz

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      Title: The Star Hyacinths

      Author: James H. Schmitz

      Illustrator: Virgil Finlay

      Release Date: August 12, 2008 [EBook #26292]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE STAR HYACINTHS ***

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      the STAR HYACINTHS

      By JAMES H. SCHMITZ

      Illustrated by FINLAY

      On a bleak, distant unchartered world two ships lay wrecked and a lone man stared at a star hyacinth. Its brilliance burned into his retina ... and he knew that men could easily kill and kill for that one beauty alone.

      The robbery of the Dosey Asteroids Shipping Station in a remote and spottily explored section of space provided the newscasting systems of the Federation of the Hub with one of the juiciest crime stories of the season. In a manner not clearly explained, the Dosey Asteroids Company had lost six months' production of gem-quality cut star hyacinths valued at nearly a hundred million credits. It lost also its Chief Lapidary and seventy-eight other company employees who had been in the station dome at the time.

      All these people appeared at first to have been killed by gunfire, but a study of their bodies revealed that only in a few instances had gun wounds been the actual cause of death. For the most part the wounds had been inflicted on corpses, presumably in an attempt to conceal the fact that disaster in another and unknown form had befallen the station.

      The raiders left very few clues. It appeared that the attack on the station had been carried out by a single ship, and that the locks to the dome had been opened from within. The latter fact, of course, aroused speculation, but led the investigators nowhere.

      Six years later the great Dosey Asteroids robbery remained an unsolved mystery.

      The two wrecked spaceships rested almost side by side near the tip of a narrow, deep arm of a great lake.

      The only man on the planet sat on a rocky ledge three miles uphill from the two ships, gazing broodingly down at them. He was a big fellow in neatly patched shipboard clothing. His hands were clean, his face carefully shaved. He had two of the castaway's traditional possessions with him; a massive hunting bow rested against the rocks, and a minor representative of the class of life which was this world's equivalent of birds was hopping about near his feet. This was a thrush-sized creature with a jaunty bearing and bright yellow eyes. From the front of its round face protruded a short, narrow tube tipped with small, sharp teeth. Round, horny knobs at the ends of its long toes protected retractile claws as it bounded back and forth between the bow and the man, giving a quick flutter of its wings on each bound. Finally it stopped before the man, stretching its neck to stare up at him, trying to catch his attention.

      He roused from his musing, glanced irritably down at it.

      Not now, Birdie, he said. Keep quiet!

      The man's gaze returned to the two ships, then passed briefly along a towering range of volcanos on the other side of the lake, and lifted to the cloudless blue sky. His eyes probed on, searching the sunlit, empty vault above him. If a ship ever came again, it would come from there, the two wrecks by the lake arm already fixed in its detectors; it would not come gliding along the surface of the planet....

      Birdie produced a sharp, plaintive whistle. The man looked at it.

      Shut up, stupid! he told it.

      He reached into the inner pocket of his coat, took out a small object wrapped in a piece of leather, and unfolded the leather.

      Then it lay in his cupped palm, and blazed with the brilliance of twenty diamonds, seeming to flash the fires of the spectrum furiously from every faceted surface, without ever quite subduing the pure violet luminance which made a star hyacinth impossible to imitate or, once seen, to forget. The most beautiful of gems, the rarest, the most valuable. The man who was a castaway stared at it for long seconds, his breath quickening and his hand beginning to tremble. Finally he folded the chip of incredible mineral back into the leather, replaced it carefully in his pocket.

      When he looked about again, the sunlit air seemed brighter, the coloring of lake and land more vivid and alive. Once during each of this world's short days, but no oftener, he permitted himself to look at the star hyacinth. It was a ritual adhered to with almost religious strictness, and it had kept him as sane as he was ever likely to be again, for over six years.

      It might, he sometimes thought, keep him sane until a third ship presently came along to this place. And then ...

      The third ship was coming along at the moment, still some five hours' flight out from the system. She was a small ship with lean, rakish lines, a hot little speedster, gliding placidly through subspace just now, her engines throttled down.

      Aboard her, things were less peaceful.

      The girl was putting up a pretty good fight but getting nowhere with it against the bull-necked Fleetman who

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