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He was shaking those dice so hard I couldn't really find any shape in his hands。 He knocked his knuckles on the table。 〃Seventy！〃 Snelz looked stunned。 He stammered； 〃I decline to make a second bet。〃
〃Wise boy；〃 said Heller。
Snelz picked up the dice for his throw。 Who could beat 70？ He looked at each die very carefully。 He was looking for the spots。
〃You don't think I switched dice on you； do you？〃 said Heller。
〃No；〃 said Snelz in a little tiny voice。 〃These are the same dice。〃 Heller laughed。 He said； 〃I'm so glad。 Duels can get so final and as an ex…marine； you're probably a good shot。〃 Snelz looked like somebody in torment。 The joke Heller had made was far too near home for him。 He probably couldn't win a duel with Heller if he had the odds of a blastcannon。 Snelz placed the dice very carefully in his palm。 I knew what he was doing。 He was taking an awful chance but he was covertly arranging the dice to shoot a 72！ All 12s！ With a shock； I saw that his money was very low。 His money？ My money。 Snelz sang： Don't bust through the crust； Put a flag on the crag； Please； please； a high number！
And bring home the swag！
He threw。 The dice stopped。 He looked at them like he was seeing a zitab snake。 〃Sixteen；〃 he whispered。
Heller raked in the credits。 〃I shouldn't tell you to stop playing as I'm the winner。 But you ought to think about it。 I had no intention of trying to clean you out。〃 Snelz was in a total spin。 From the looks of him； he couldn't figure what had gone wrong。 He was in desperation。 〃I've got just twelve hundred credits left；〃 he said。 〃I'm going to bet all of it。〃
〃Oh； no；〃 groaned Heller。
〃Oh； yes！〃 cried Snelz。 And he pushed out the last of my money； the last of five thousand credits！
He put the dice in his palm with great care。 He blew on them prayerfully。 He began to shake them lightly。 He sang： Don't bruise with bad news； I'll cry if I die； Give me a HIGH number； A total in the SKY！
He tossed them ever so gently； hoping not to disturb the lead pellets in them。 They came to a stop。 He didn't even call the number。 It was 8！ Almost anything could beat it。
Heller said； 〃No second bet possible； as you're out of money。 So I'll just roll。〃 He hardly bothered to shake them。 He didn't even sing。 He just tossed them on the table。 〃I'm awfully sorry；〃 he said。 〃Forty…nine。〃 He picked up the money； cleaning the board。 〃I really shouldn't take your money。 I could be accused of laundering a beginner。〃 I anxiously awaited Snelz's 〃I'll take it back。〃 But he didn't。 Factually； by the codes； he couldn't。 Heller was just being very polite。 〃I started the game；〃 said Snelz； trying not to look at me。
〃There's an awful lot of money here；〃 said Heller； mounding it up。 And indeed there was： you could have bought every officer in Spiteos with it and a hunting preserve as well！ He didn't count it。 He wadded up all five thousand and held it out to Snelz。 〃You better take it back。〃 I silently screamed； take it； take it； you idiot！
Snelz was collapsed into himself。 Then he put the expected bright face on it。 〃Fast gotten； fast gone；〃 he said。 He collected the dice。 He picked up his cap。 He said the polite thing； 〃Thank you for a nice game； Officer Heller。〃 He got out of there。
Heller shrugged。 He dropped the money into his kit bag。 There was too much of it and he had to stuff it in。 He yawned and picked up some of the papers from the console。 Perfectly relaxed； he began to read。
Maybe it was the yawn。 It meant so little to him。 And the horror of this evening's misadventure hit me。
I was in debt almost a year's pay。 No！ With Crobe's hundred and sixty…five it topped a year's pay。 You can't draw more than a year's pay in advance。 I was not only broke。 I was in debt！ I couldn't even buy a chank…pop！
And then a second wave hit me。 I was drawing four paychecks。 That year's pay was for all four。 If I lost the additional three it would take me five years of no money to get square with the boards。 If I were to be taken off Mission Earth； losing those extra checks； I could get cashiered for debt！ I couldn't move。 I felt paralyzed。
A half an hour later； the Countess Krak was smuggled in。 She and Heller embraced shamelessly。 She was quite bright； wearing silver。 She filled the whole place with a radiance。 She was extremely beautiful。 I hated her！ Heller could and would hang around forever now！ I was sunk！
Chapter 9
In midafternoon of the following day； I stood on the high ramparts of Spiteos。 Before me stretched the Great Desert； a panorama of awesome if grim beauty。 Once it had been a garden land； a verdant productive area of the ancients； splendid with trees and fields and flowers； vibrant with life。 Robbed of humus and soil； devoid of life and even hope； it had bee a naked； vast expanse of yellow sands； minerals and white salt； more of a tomb than a living land。
And yet； for all that； there was a sort of noble majesty in it； it stretched two hundred scorching miles to mountains which； in the afternoon's blistering sun； barriered the stretches of death from the civilized world of Voltar。
Sun…dancers； two…hundred…foot pillars of dust； rose with lazy grace in the blistering thermal currents of the desert floor to be twisted by the flame…tongued wind。 The dust contained bright flecks of sparkling mica； flashes of feldspar and the poisonous green salts of copper。 Six of them were going now； their tops almost stationary； their desert…connected bottoms moving this way and that； sometimes toward each other； sometimes away： they simulated a chorus line； dancing gracefully in a parody of a glittering review； or more like the writhing of grief…torn mourners singing a song of death。
A fitting funeral scene： Crobe had just told me he was going to turn me in。 I was contemplating throwing myself off the tower to plunge down thousands of feet into the chasm which held the bones of ancients and the more recent smashed remains of luckless Apparatus personnel who had erred。
When one is deep in the throes of the self…pity that goes with contemplated suicide； one does not enjoy being interrupted。
〃Oh； there you are；〃 came Snelz's voice behind me。 〃I was searching everywhere。〃 Too bright a voice； inadequately solemn for my mood and the deathly desert scene。
He came within range of the corner of my eye。 He was wearing brand…new black gloves。 He was wearing a brand…new black uniform。 He was carrying a couple of small boxes in one hand and he had a tattered old book in the other。
〃You look down；〃 he said。 〃Can't have that。〃 And he took a chank…pop from a box of them。 I noticed the label on the box： it was from one of the most expensive shops in mercial City。 He didn't pop it： it would have been a silly thing to do in this wind anyway。 〃No？〃 he said。 〃Then have a puffstick。〃 And he opened the lid of the other box： they were the fourteen…inch puffsticks； the kind affected only by the rich。 Equally silly to try to use one in this blistering wind。
I contemplated how I would go about throwing him off the rampart。 It didn't even lighten my gloom。 I thought； can't you just go away and let someone be quietly miserable？
He shoved the boxes into the wide grenade pockets of his tunic。