He was waiting out on the patio, in the bright cold of the morning,
when Jem Bendix brought the plane down and picked him up. Bendix was
pale this morning, and puffy-eyed, as though he'd been a long time
getting to sleep and still had not shaken himself completely awake.
"Good morning, Joe," he said heavily as Kimmensen climbed in beside
him.
"Good morning, Jem." Kimmensen, too, had stayed awake a long time. This
morning, he had washed and dressed and drunk his coffee with Susanne's
bedroom door closed and silent, and then he had come out on the patio
to wait for Jem, not listening for sounds in the house. "I'm--I'm very
sorry for the way things turned out last night." He left it at that.
There was no point in telling Jem about Susanne's hysterical outburst.
Jem shook his head as he lifted the plane into the air. "No, Joe. It
wasn't your fault. You couldn't help that."
"She's my daughter. I'm responsible for her."
Jem shrugged. "She's headstrong. Messerschmidt paid her some attention,
and he became a symbol of rebellion to her. She sees him as someone who
isn't bound by your way of life. He's a glamorous figure. But she'll
get over it. I spent a long time last night thinking about it. You were
right, Joe. At the moment, he's something new and exciting. But he'll
wear off. The society'll see through him, and so will Susanne. All we
have to do is wait."
Kimmensen brooded over the valleys far below, pale under the early
morning mist. "I'm not sure, Jem," he answered slowly. He had spent
hours last night in his chair, hunched over, not so much thinking as
steeping his mind in all the things that had happened so suddenly.
Finally, he had gotten up and gone into his bedroom, where he lay on
his bed until a plan of action slowly formed in his mind and he could,
at last, go to sleep.
"It's not the matter of Messerschmidt and Susanne," he explained
quickly. "I hope you understand that I'm speaking now as someone
responsible to all the families in this area, rather than as the head
of any particular one. What concerns me now is that Messerschmidt is
bound to have some sort of following among the immature. He's come at
a bad time. He's in a good position to exploit this business in the
Northwest."
And I'm going to die. Kimmensen had to pause before he went on.
"Yes, in time his bubble will burst. But it's a question of how long
that might take. Meanwhile, he is a focus of unrest. If nothing happens
to check him now, some people might decide he was right."
Bendix chewed his lower lip. "I see what you mean, Joe. It'll get worse
before it gets better. He'll attract more followers. And the ones he
has now will believe in him more than ever."
"Yes," Kimmensen said slowly, "that could easily happen."
They flew in silence for a few moments, the plane jouncing in the bumpy
air, and then as Bendix slowed the vanes and they began to settle down
into the valley where the office building was, Jem asked, "Do you have
anything in mind?"
Kimmensen nodded. "Yes. It's got to be shown that he doesn't have the
population behind him. His followers will be shocked to discover how
few of them there are. And the people wavering toward him will realize
how little he represents. I'm going to call for an immediate election."
"Do you think that's the answer? Will he run against you?"
"If he refuses to run in an election, that's proof enough he knows he
couldn't possibly win. If he runs, he'll lose. It's the best possible
move. And, Jem ... there's another reason." Kimmensen had thought it
all out. And it seemed to him that he could resolve all his convergent
problems with this one move. He would stop Messerschmidt, he would pass
his work on to Jem, and--perhaps this was a trifle more on his mind
than he'd been willing to admit--once Messerschmidt had been deflated,
Susanne would be bound to see her tragic error, and the three of them
could settle down, and he could finish his life quietly.
"Jem, I'm getting old."
Bendix's face turned paler. He licked his lips. "Joe--"
"No, Jem, we've got to face it. Don't try to be polite about it. No
matter how much you protest, the fact is I'm almost worn out, and I
know it. I'm going to resign."
Bendix's hands jerked on the control wheel.
Kimmensen pretended not to see it. For all his maturity, Jem was
still a young man. It was only natural that the thought of stepping
up so soon would be a great thrill to him. "I'll nominate you as my
successor, and I'll campaign for you. By winning the election, you'll
have stopped Messerschmidt, and then everything can go on the way
we've always planned." Yes, he thought as the plane bumped down on the
weathered plaza. That'll solve everything.
* * * * *
As Kimmensen stepped into his office, he saw Salmaggi sitting beside
the desk, waiting for him. The man's broad back was toward him, and
Kimmensen could not quite restrain the flicker of distaste that
always came at the thought of talking to him. Of all mornings, this
was a particularly bad one on which to listen to the man pour out his
hysterias.
"Good morning, Tullio," he said as he crossed to his desk.
Salmaggi turned quickly in his chair. "Good morning, Josef." He jumped
to his feet and pumped Kimmensen's hand. "How are you?" His bright eyes
darted quickly over Kimmensen's face.
"Well, thank you. And you?"
Salmaggi dropped back into his chair. "Worried, Josef. I've been trying
to see you about something very important."
"Yes, I know. I'm sorry I've been so busy."
"Yes. So I thought if you weren't too busy this morning, you might be
able to spare ten minutes."
Kimmensen glanced at him sharply. But Salmaggi's moon of a face was
completely clear of sarcasm or any other insinuation. There were only
the worried wrinkles over the bridge of his nose and at the corners of
his eyes. Kimmensen could not help thinking that Salmaggi looked like a
baby confronted by the insuperable problem of deciding whether or not
it wanted to go to the bathroom. "I've got a number of important things
to attend to this morning, Tullio."
"Ten minutes, Josef."
Kimmensen sighed. "All right." He settled himself patiently in his
chair.
"I was up in the northwest part of the area again on this last trip."
"Um-hmm." Kimmensen, sacrificing the ten minutes, busied himself with
thinking about Jem's reaction to his decision. Bendix had seemed
totally overwhelmed, not saying another word as they walked from the
plane into the office building.
"There's been another family burned out."
"So I understand, Tullio." Kimmensen smiled faintly to himself,
understanding how Jem must feel today. It had been something of the
same with himself when, just before the end of the fighting years, the
realization had slowly come to him that it would be he who would have
to take the responsibility of stabilizing this area.
"That makes seven in all, Josef. Seven in the past eighteen months."
"It takes time, Tullio. The country toward the northwest is quite
rugged. No regime was ever able to send its police up there with any
great success. They're individualistic people. It's only natural they'd
have an unusual number of feuds." Kimmensen glanced at his clock.
It was a great responsibility, he was thinking to himself. I remember
how confused everything was. How surprised we were to discover, after
the old regime was smashed, that many of us had been fighting for
utterly different things.
That had been the most important thing he'd had to learn; that almost
everyone was willing to fight and die to end the old regime, but that
once the revolution was won, there were a score of new regimes that had
waited, buried in the hearts of suppressed men, to flower out and fill
the vacuum. That was when men who had been his friends were suddenly
his enemies, and when men whose lives he had saved now tried to burn
him down. In many ways, that had been the very worst period of the
fighting years.
"Josef, have you gone up there recently?"
Kimmensen shook his head. "I've been very occupied here." His
responsibility was to all the families in the area, not to just those
in one small section. He could never do his work while dashing from one
corner of the area to another.
"Josef, you're not listening!" Kimmensen looked up and was shocked
to see that there were actually glints of frustrated moisture in the
corners of Salmaggi's eyes.
"Of course I'm listening, Tullio," he said gently.
Salmaggi shook his head angrily, like a man trying to reach his
objective in the midst of a thick fog. "Josef, if you don't do
something, Messerschmidt's going to take an army up into the
Northwesters' area. And I'm not sure he isn't right. I don't like
him--but I'm not sure he isn't right."
Kimmensen smiled. "Tullio, if that's what's on your mind, you can rest
easy. I am going to do something. This afternoon, I'm going to make a
general broadcast. I'm going to call an election. I'm resigning, and
Jem Bendix will run against Messerschmidt. That will be the end of him."
Salmaggi looked at him. "Of who?"
"Of Messerschmidt, of course," Kimmensen answered in annoyance. "Now if
you'll excuse me, Tullio, I have to draft my statement."
* * * * *
That night, when he came home, he found Susanne waiting for him in the
living room. She looked at him peculiarly as he closed the panel behind
him.
"Hello, Father."
"Hello, Susanne." He had been hoping that the passage of a day would
dull her emotional state, and at least let the two of them speak to
each other like civilized people. But, looking at her, he saw how tense
her face was and how red the nervous blotches were in the pale skin at
the base of her neck.
What happened between us? he thought sadly. Where did it start? I
raised you alone from the time you were six months old. I stayed up
with you at night when your teeth came. I changed your diapers and put
powder on your little bottom, and when you were sick I woke up every
hour all night for weeks to give you your medicine. I held you and gave
you your bottles, and you were warm and soft, and when I tickled you
under the chin you laughed up at me. Why can't you smile with me now?
Why do you do what you do to me?
"I heard your broadcast, of course," she said tightly.
"I thought you would."
"Just remember something, Father."
"What, Susanne?"
"There are a lot of us old enough to vote, this time."