VI

So that was the play, thought Heidekopfer, a trifle grimly. The

Patriarch was going to make off with Ann while providing him with a

substitute and putting the heat on him to accept. He scrambled up and

reached a hand to Sonia Grigorevna. "Let's get back to the others, if

it is your will."

Later, back with the others Heidekopfer confided his ideas. "If you

will forgive me," said Lanzerotti, "I find your theory slightly

fantastic."

"So do I," said Rosa. "I haven't been conscious of any sense of

pressure or the headachy feeling you mention, and I haven't done a

thing I didn't really want to do."

They were sitting in the ambassador's room at the Samsonov house, and

it was not yet dark enough to make the candles necessary, although

they were lighted. Ann wasn't there. Heidekopfer drew a long breath.

"The only thing I can suggest is that you have been influenced too,

to some extent. Come on, look at it objectively. Won't you admit the

possibility?"

"As a matter of principle, yes," said Lanzerotti. "This is an island

culture in the sense that it has been cut off from contact with others,

and I'm well aware that island races often develop on aberrant lines.

But I see no signs of the compulsions you mention."

"Not even Dubrassov? When he tried to warn us about something and

couldn't?"

Lanzerotti smiled. "I'm afraid Dubrassov's case is a rather simple one

of hallucination. It was explained to me this afternoon. They don't

lock up their mental cases here; they simply let them take that cure,

which amounts to a kind of shock-treatment in view of their usual

habits."

"Damn it!" said Heidekopfer, but Lanzerotti held up a hand. "Listen,

Bob," he said, "I quite understand your annoyance and the reason for

it. And I will say that I'm a little surprised at Ann's behavior with

our friend the Patriarch. But that's a purely personal matter, and

shouldn't be allowed to cloud the diplomatic issue, which is above

personalities. And on that level I haven't encountered anything to

justify your apprehensions."

"The evidence of pattern? You mentioned it once before. The suicides?"

"The suicides were just suicides. I hinted at the matter and one of

them--I think it was Vikhranov--came right out with the explanation

without even being asked. It seems that the suicide cases among the

castaways were people who had some strong tie or reason for going back,

but still couldn't bear to leave Tolstoia once they got here. A simple

case of a conflict they were unable to resolve."

Heidekopfer got up and began to pace the floor, his brow set in a

frown. "Well, anyway," he said at last, "I might as well tell you that

I'm doing something practical about what you call my apprehensions.

After what developed at the picnic I radioed South Bergenland for a

helio. It will be here tonight, and I'm going back on it and taking Ann

with me. I advise you to come, too."

* * * * *

Rosa Lanzerotti trilled a little laugh. "I don't think you'll find Ann

particularly grateful--or particularly willing," she said.

"Then by God I'll get help to make her willing!" cried Heidekopfer.

"Wait--" began Lanzerotti, but he was already out the door and almost

running down the corridor toward the apartment occupied by the

Samsonovs. Not knowing what the custom was, he knocked. A female voice

said, "Enter, in the name of the Master."

Mrs. Samsonov, looking as mysterious as ever, was sitting beside a

table with one of the girls who served at table, sewing on something.

"Good evening, Robert Murrayovich," she said. "Pitrim Androvich is out

this evening."

"As a matter of fact, it was you that I wanted to see," he said, "and

alone, if possible."

She glanced at the girl. "Is it your will to leave at the desire of the

little father?"

"The will of one is the will of all," said the girl, picked up her

sewing and went through a door at the back as Mrs. Samsonov faced

Heidekopfer. "What is it you desire to say, Robert Murrayovich?"

He hesitated. "Well, it's rather difficult, and I hope you won't be

offended--but--"

"In happy Tolstoia we do not take offense at what Nature gives us to

do."

"That's very nice of you. Well, it's about Miss Starnes--Ann

Samuelovna."

"She is very beautiful."

"That's just the trouble, I'm afraid. Did you know that she went to

look at flowers with your husband this afternoon?"

Anna Gulyevna's smile became a trifle more Mona Lisa than before, if

possible. "Yes, I knew it."

"And it doesn't worry you? Not even a little bit?"

"Not even a little bit, Robert Murrayovich."

"And he told her she should have children."

"It is good to have children." She smiled again at his hopeless

expression and laid down her sewing. "Listen, Robert Murrayovich, and

I will tell you how it is in happy Tolstoia. We have a law that a

husband and wife must remain faithful to each other. So that if Pitrim

Androvich looks at flowers with Ann Samuelovna, or even touches and

kisses her, it is because he thinks she is beautiful, like a part of

nature. Even though he is Patriarch he cannot break the law."

"But damn it!" said Heidekopfer. "I want to marry her myself!"

"Is it her will also? The will of one must become the will of all."

Heidekopfer experienced a violent sense of frustration. "Look here,"

he said, "I know you have means of influencing the way people think

about things. Can't you give me a little help with Ann?"

She lifted one hand and placed it beside her cheek. "She has achieved

the brotherhood of man, and I think she will want to become a citizen

of happy Tolstoia," she said. "If she does, the only way would be for

the Supreme Soviet to pass a law that she must marry you. Thus the will

of all becomes the will of one."

"But I don't want to stay in Tolstoia," said Heidekopfer, "I--"

Outside the door someone shouted, "In the name of the Master, may I

enter?"

"Enter," called Anna Gulyevna, and the door opened on Kazetzky. His

expression looked even more morose than usual. He said to Heidekopfer,

"I am glad you are here, little father. Good evening Anna Gulyevna--I

am the bearer of unhappy news."

"Unhappiness cannot remain long in happy Tolstoia," said Anna Gulyevna

gravely. "What is your news, Pyotr Ilyich?"

"Pitrim Androvich is very desirous of the foreign woman. He has called

a session of the Supreme Soviet for tonight, and will propose a law

that a man may have two wives, so that he can marry her."

Heidekopfer saw Anna Gulyevna's hands tense in her lap and the secret

smile dropped from her face. "That is most unhappy news, Pyotr Ilyich,"

she said.

"See here," said Heidekopfer, "can't something be done about this?" He

looked at Kazetzky. "You're a member of the Supreme Soviet, aren't you?

Can't you oppose the bill on the ground that it's--concisionary, or

something?"

* * * * *

But they shook their heads, looking at him gloomily. "Well, by God, I'm

going to do something about it if nobody else does," he said, getting

to his feet. "Where's this meeting being held?"

Kazetzky did not move. "It is even worse than you think, little

father. Pitrim Androvich will propose a law of suicide against you."

Anna Gulyevna gasped and put one hand to her mouth. Heidekopfer looked

bewildered. "What have I done and what's a law of suicide?" he asked.

"You are a resistant," said Kazetzky. "It was the will of all that you

fall in love with the girl Sonia Grigorevna whom you took to look at

flowers this afternoon, but it did not become your will. Therefore, it

is evident that you are resistant to the will of all. We always pass

laws of suicide against resistants, especially if they are foreigners.

It is the only way of maintaining the brotherhood of man."

"I see," said Heidekopfer, and he did, with a sudden horrible clarity.

So this was what had happened to the castaways! And how many others had

been wiped out in these self-inflicted purges since they established

their "brotherhood of man?" The hackles on his neck were rising, but he

managed a laugh. "Well, if I'm a resistant, I guess I'm not going to

worry about it too much."

Anna Gulyevna's face looked a trifle pale, even in the candlelight.

"You do not know the strength of a law of suicide," she said. "It makes

use of the death-wish, and those against whom it is passed cannot sleep

until they sleep forever."

"Do you mean I have to take it lying down? I'm damned if I do!" He took

four quick steps across the room, tore open the door and started down

the hall. Kazetzky's voice behind him said, "A moment, little father."