"Falconer's got the whole dome buzzing against you."
"All right."
She sighed angrily. "Did you have to threaten Lusic? He's only the
representative of the previous generation. The one group inside the
dome detached enough to be persuaded to back you up."
"One, I didn't threaten him. If he felt that way, it was only because
he knew he was pushing me into a corner where I might turn dangerous.
Two, anything he represents can't be worth much, if he can accuse me
of bringing in a red herring and then can back down when I bring that
selfsame herring back in a louder tone of voice. Three, it doesn't
matter if anybody supports me. I'm in charge."
She set her mouth in a disgusted line. "You don't think much of
yourself, do you?"
Brendan crossed the room. He sat down on the edge of the stone block
that fitted into the join of floor and wall, and was his bed. Sitting
that way, bent forward, with his shoulders against the curve of the
overhead, he looked as though he might be trying to help hold up the
dome. "We've been married a long time, Sally. That can't be a fresh
discovery you're making."
"It isn't."
"All right."
"You don't even care what _I_ think of you, do you?"
"I care. I can't afford to pay any attention."
"You don't care. You don't care for one living soul besides yourself,
and the only voice you'll listen to is that power-chant in your head.
You married me because I was good breeding stock. You married me
because, if you can't lead us outside, at least your son will be the
biggest and best of his generation."
"Funny," Brendan said. "Lusic thinks I've been motivated by a fear of
losing my pre-eminence. I wonder if your positions can be reconciled.
And do you realize you're admitting I'm exactly what I say I am?"
She spat: "I hate you. I really do. I hope they pull you down before
the nursery gate opens to the outside."
"If they pull me down, that'll be a sure bet. I changed over all the
controls, several years ago. I'm the only man in this dome who can
possibly work them."
"You _what_!"
"You heard me."
"They'll kill you when I tell them."
"You can think better than that, Sally. You're just saying something
for the sake of making a belligerent noise. They don't dare kill me,
and they'd be taking a very long chance in torturing me to a point
where I'd tell them how the controls work. Longer than long, because
there'd be no logic in my telling them and so passing my own death
sentence. But I expected you to say something like that, because people
do, when they're angry. That's why I never get angry. I've got a
purpose in life. I'm going to see it attained. So you're not going to
catch me in any mistakes."
"You're a monster."
"So I am. So are we all. Monsters with a purpose. And I'm the best
monster of us all."
"They'll kill you the moment after you open that gate."
"No," he said slowly, "I don't think so. All the tension will be over
then, and the kids will be doing their job."
"I'll kill you. I promise."
"I don't think you mean that. I think you're in love with me."
"You think I love you?"
"Yes, I do."