Flight From Tomorrow | Page 4

H. Beam Piper
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the road, as of metal striking stone, Hradzka stole cautiously through the woods until he
came within sight of a man who was digging with a mattock, uprooting small bushes of a
particular sort, with rough gray bark and three-pointed leaves. When he had dug one up,
he would cut off the roots and then slice away the root-bark with a knife, putting it into a
sack. Hradzka's lip curled contemptuously; the fellow was gathering the stuff for
medicinal use. He had heard of the use of roots and herbs for such purposes by the
ancient savages.
The blaster would be no use here; it was too powerful, and would destroy the clothing
that the man was wearing. He unfastened a strap from his belt and attached it to a stone to
form a hand-loop, then, inched forward behind the lone herb-gatherer. When he was close
enough, he straightened and rushed forward, swinging his improvised weapon. The man
heard him and turned, too late.
* * * * *
After undressing his victim, Hradzka used the mattock to finish him, and then to dig a
grave. The fugitive buried his own clothes with the murdered man, and donned the faded
blue shirt, rough shoes, worn trousers and jacket. The blaster he concealed under the
jacket, and he kept a few other Hundredth Century gadgets; these he would hide
somewhere closer to his center of operations.
He had kept, among other things, a small box of food-concentrate capsules, and in one
pocket of the newly acquired jacket he found a package containing food. It was rough and
unappetizing fare--slices of cold cooked meat between slices of some cereal substance.
He ate these before filling in the grave, and put the paper wrappings in with the dead man.
Then, his work finished, he threw the mattock into the brush and set out again, grimacing
disgustedly and scratching himself. The clothing he had appropriated was verminous.

Crossing another mountain, he descended into a second valley, and, for a time, lost his
way among a tangle of narrow ravines. It was dark by the time he mounted a hill and
found himself looking down another valley, in which a few scattered lights gave evidence
of human habitations. Not wishing to arouse suspicion by approaching these in the
night-time, he found a place among some young evergreens where he could sleep.
The next morning, having breakfasted on a concentrate capsule, he found a hiding-place
for his blaster in a hollow tree. It was in a sufficiently prominent position so that he could
easily find it again, and at the same time unlikely to be discovered by some native. Then
he went down into the inhabited valley.
He was surprised at the ease with which he established contact with the natives. The first
dwelling which he approached, a cluster of farm-buildings at the upper end of the valley,
gave him shelter. There was a man, clad in the same sort of rough garments Hradzka had
taken from the body of the herb-gatherer, and a woman in a faded and shapeless dress.
The man was thin and work-bent; the woman short and heavy. Both were past middle
age.
He made inarticulate sounds to attract their attention, then gestured to his mouth and ears
to indicate his assumed affliction. He rubbed his stomach to portray hunger. Looking
about, he saw an ax sticking in a chopping-block, and a pile of wood near it, probably the
fuel used by these people. He took the ax, split up some of the wood, then repeated the
hunger-signs. The man and the woman both nodded, laughing; he was shown a pile of
tree-limbs, and the man picked up a short billet of wood and used it like a measuring-rule,
to indicate that all the wood was to be cut to that length.
Hradzka fell to work, and by mid-morning, he had all the wood cut. He had seen a
circular stone, mounted on a trestle with a metal axle through it, and judged it to be some
sort of a grinding-wheel, since it was fitted with a foot-pedal and a rusty metal can was
set above it to spill water onto the grinding-edge. After chopping the wood, he carefully
sharpened the ax, handing it to the man for inspection. This seemed to please the man; he
clapped Hradzka on the shoulder, making commendatory sounds.
* * * * *
It required considerable time and ingenuity to make himself a more or less permanent
member of the household. Hradzka had made a survey of the farmyard, noting the sorts
of work that would normally be performed on the farm, and he pantomimed this work in
its simpler operations. He pointed to the east, where the sun would rise, and to the zenith,
and
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