"The laws of God have always been laws of justice and mercy. Not even
the Vogarian State can change them."
He thought of the way the State had changed the Lost Islands in one
bloody, violent afternoon. Brenn, watching his face, said:
"You are skeptical and bitter, my son--but you will learn that a
harmless old man can speak with wisdom."
"No," he said. "There is neither justice nor mercy in the universe. I
know from experience. A man can only choose between the lesser of two
evils--and almost anything is less evil than Y'Nor when he's mad."
* * * * *
He went to the plant the next morning. Inside, wherever he looked, he
saw girls in shorts and halters. The place seemed to be alive with
partially clad women. He went to the nearest bulletin board and read
Brenn's edict of four days before:
_Since the excessively warm temperature of the plant causes much
discomfort and thereby impairs the efficiency of all workers, and
since maximum efficiency will be required to produce the fuel in the
extremely short time permitted us, it is suggested that the cool
sunsuits of the Beachville girls become the standard work uniform
until further notice. These may be obtained for the asking in
Department 5-A._
The next day's edict read:
_Some have hesitated to follow yesterday's edict through a sense of
modesty. This is most commendable. However, the situation is very
critical, our lives depend upon the highest degree of efficiency we
can attain, and a hot, miserable worker is not efficient. Your bodies
are God's handwork--do not be ashamed of them._
The edict for the next day read simply, warningly:
_THOU SHALT NOT COMMIT ADULTERY._
* * * * *
The Vogarian guards and inspectors, now in tropical uniforms, still
looked out of place with their holstered weapons but their former
cold arrogance was gone and the attitude of the girls had changed from
polite reserve to laughing, chattering friendliness.
He found Dalon in a far corner; cornered, literally, by the red-haired
personnel supervisor who was spitting like a cat as she said:
"... Then tell your commander how one of your men tried to make one of
my girls and got hit with a wrench for it! Ask him whether he wants us
to produce fuel or make love! Go ahead--ask him! Or let me--_I'll_ ask
him!"
"You'll have to see to it that your girls don't lead my men on." Dalon
ran his finger around his collar, worry on his face. "Florence, are
you trying to get me ruined?"
"Then inform your men that there is a certain commandment we all
believe in and anything beyond our willingness to be friends calls for
marriage first."
"_Marriage?_" Dalon spluttered the word, recovered his poise with an
effort, and said stiffly, "My men are soldiers, not suitors. I want
them respected as such."
He strode away without seeing Kane. The girl stared after him, fuming,
and Kane went in search of Graver.
Graver and the brown-eyed secretary were in Larue's office, their
heads together over a flow sheet of some kind. The secretary excused
herself and when she was gone, Kane asked:
"Where's Larue?"
"Checking the catalytic processors, I think, sir." Graver answered,
almost vaguely. "Mar ... his secretary was just showing me how they
improvised so much of their equipment so quickly." There was a strange
light in Graver's usually expressionless eyes. "It's incredible!"
"Well--the commander gave them no time to waste, you know."
"Sir? Oh ... I was referring to her intelligence, sir. It's amazing
that a woman should have such a thorough knowledge of such a complex
process."
Kane felt the birth pains of the first dark premonition.
"If you don't want a thorough knowledge of the interior of State
prison," he said in grim warning, "you'd better get that silly look
off your face and concentrate on your duties. Tell Dalon the same
order applies to him. And tell Larue that the commander reminds him
they now have less than forty hours to finish the job."
* * * * *
He decided, again, to walk back to the ship. There was now a multitude
of paths through the grass were girls had been walking to and from
work. Two groups from the last shift-change were a short distance
ahead of him, several of Dalon's guards and Graver's technicians among
them, all of them talking and laughing.
In that area they could not be spied upon by Y'Nor with the ship's
view-screen scanners and even as he watched, a tall, dark young guard
put his arm around the girl walking close beside him. She twisted away
from him and ran on to the next group, there to look back with a
teasing toss of her head.
Kane watched both groups disappear over the hill, then followed,
muttering thoughtfully. He felt he could safely assume--if anything
could be said to be safe about the situation--that the lack of
discipline he had just witnessed was typical of all the men. They were
all young and healthy and for sixteen hours out of each day they were
side by side with the almost nude, provocatively feminine, Sanctuary
girls.
Their weakness was understandable. It was also very dangerous. Heads
would roll if Y'Nor ever learned what was going on and it required no
psychic ability to guess whose head would roll the fastest and
farthest.
He would have to have it stopped, at once.
He took a short cut to Brenn's cottage, by a sleepy, shady street he
had never been down before. Halfway along it was an open-air eating
place of some kind, with tables placed about under the trees. There
seemed to be no customers at the moment but he stopped, anyway, to
take a closer look for errant guards.
A tawny head lifted at a table half hidden by a nearby tree and he
looked into the surprised face of the mountain girl, Barbara.
"Well!" she said. "Come on over and let me offer you a glass of
cyanide."
He walked over to her table. She was wearing a blouse and skirt
similar to that of the day he had met her but the pistol was gone.
"I thought I told you to go back to your hills," he said.
"I decided it would be more fun to work in the plant and sabotage
things."
"Let Y'Nor learn you said that and you'll be in a fix I can't help you
out of."
"Should a Vogarian care?" But the jeering was gone as she said, "When
you gave my pistol back to me--I thought it was a trick of some kind."
"I told you I wasn't your enemy."
"I know ... but it's hard for a Saint to believe any Vogarian could
ever be anything else."
"It doesn't seem to be very hard for the girls in the plant," he
observed glumly.
"Oh ... that's different." She made a gesture of light dismissal.
"Those soldiers and technicians are good boys at heart--they haven't
been brain-washed like you officers."
"That's interesting to know, I'm sure. I suppose--"
He stopped as a gray-haired woman came and set down a tray containing
a sandwich and a mug. From the foamy top of the mug came the
unmistakable aroma of beer.
"Do you Saints _drink_?" he asked incredulously.
"Sure. Why?"
"But your church--"
"Earth churches used to ban alcohol as sinful because it would cause a
mean person to show his true character. My church is more sensible
and works to change the person's character, instead."
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She took a bite of the sandwich. "Cliff bear steak--it and beer go
perfectly together. Shall I order you some?"
"No," he said, thinking of Y'Nor's fury if Y'Nor should learn he had
had a friendly lunch with a native girl. "About your church--what kind
of a church is it, anyway?"
"What its name implies. Heaven isn't for sale at the pulpit--everybody
has to qualify for it by his own actions. We have to practice our
belief--just looking pious and saying that we believe doesn't count."
He revised his opinion of the Saints, then asked, "But were you
practicing your Golden Rule when you came to this town with a gun to
shoot Vogarians?"
"For Vogarians we have a special Golden Rule that reads: _Do unto
Vogarians as they have come to do unto you._ And you came here to
enslave or kill us--remember?"
It could not be denied. When he did not answer she smiled at him; a
smile surprisingly gentle and understanding.
"You honestly would like to be our friend, wouldn't you? The State
psychiatrists didn't do a good job of brainwashing you, after all."
It was the first time since he was sixteen that anyone had spoken to
him with genuine kindness. It gave him a strange feeling, a lonely
sense of something rising up out of the past to mock him, and he
changed the subject:
"Are the Azure Mountains the edge of your frontier?"
She nodded. "Beyond is the Emerald Plain, a great, wide plain, and
beyond it are mountain ranges that have never been named or explored.
I'm going into them some day and--"
* * * * *
Time passed with astonishing speed as he talked with the girl and it
was late in the afternoon when he continued on to Brenn's cottage. He
put the thoughts of her from his mind and told Brenn of the too-warm
association between the girls and the Vogarians.
"But it is only friendship," Brenn said soothingly. "You can assure
your commander that nothing immoral is being done."
"If he knew what was going on, it would be my neck. It has to be
stopped. Write an edict--do anything that will stop it at once."
Brenn stroked his white beard thoughtfully. "I'm sorry this unforeseen
situation has occurred, sir. Will you have strict orders to the same
effect given your men?"
"There's a severe penalty for unauthorized fraternization. I'll see
that they're well reminded of it."
"I'll write another edict, at once, forbidding the girls to speak to
your men, sir."
* * * * *
Y'Nor was pacing the floor when Kane went to the ship, his face black
and ugly with anger.
"Have you been blind?" he demanded.
Kane tried to swallow a sinking feeling, wondering just how much Y'Nor
had seen, and said, "Sir?"
"My guards--my so-called guards--how long have they been strolling
back from the plant in company with the native women?"
"Oh," he said, feeling a great relief that Y'Nor had not seen the true
situation, "it's only that some of the out-going shifts coincide, sir,
and--"
"You know, don't you, that military men march to and from duty in
military formation?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are aware of the importance of discipline?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are further aware of the fact that you, Dalon, and Graver, will
be guilty of treason if this lack of discipline imperils my plans in
any way?"
"Yes, sir."
"You have heard of the punishment for treason?"
"Yes, sir."
* * * * *
He went below when the unpleasant business with Y'Nor was finally
over. It was the beginning of the eight-hour sleep period for Dalon
and Graver but they were still up, sitting on their bunks and staring
dreamily into space. It was only belatedly, almost fuzzily, that they
became aware of his glowering presence in the doorway.
"I bring you glad tidings," he said, "from the commander's own lips.
The multiple-gallows at State prison is still in perfect working
order, especially the first three trapdoors--"
The last day dawned, bright and sunny, and he went to see Brenn.
"I had the new edict posted immediately," Brenn said. "I hope it will
undo the damage."
"Let's see it," Kane requested and Brenn handed him the handwritten
original. It was:
_Despite our affection for the Vogarians among us, we must not
endanger them by any longer talking to them. A Vogarian military rule
is now being enforced which forbids Vogarians to speak to Sanctuary
girls except in the line of duty. There is a severe penalty for those
who disobey this rule._
_It must also be pointed out, sternly to the Sanctuary girls and
respectfully to the Vogarians, that flight into the uninhabited
Sanctuary mountains would result in execution for the fleeing couples
if Commander Y'Nor should ever find them._
"What's this?" Kane demanded, pointing to the last paragraph.
"Why--a warning, sir."
"Warning ... it's a suggestion!"
"A suggestion?" Brenn lifted his hands in shocked protest. "But, sir,
how could anyone think--"
"I, personally, wouldn't give a damn if the entire crew was too
love-sick to eat. But the commander does and my future welfare,
including the privilege of breathing, depends upon my retaining what
passes for his good will."
"Good heavens--I shall have this edict removed from the bulletin
boards at once!"
"A great idea. It should fix up everything to lock the stable door
now that the horse is stolen."
* * * * *
He went to the plant and felt the air of resentment as soon as he
stepped inside. Dalon was patrolling among his men, his haggard face
becoming more haggard each time the red-haired personnel supervisor
went by with her hips swinging and her head held high in hurt, aloof
silence. The guards were pacing their beats in wordless quiet,
Graver's technicians were speaking only in the line of duty. The girls
were not talking even to one another but in the soft, melting glances
they gave the Vogarians they said _We understand_ in a manner more
eloquent than any words.
In fact, far too eloquent. He considered the plan of having Brenn
forbid the girls to look at the guards, discarded that as impractical,
for a moment wildly considered ordering the guards not to look at the
girls, discarded that as even more impractical, and went, muttering,
to Larue's office.
Larue was at his desk, his face lined with fatigue.
"It's been a difficult job," he said, "but we'll meet the deadline."
"Good," Kane answered. "Did Brenn phone you about having that edict
removed?"
"Ah--which one?"
"Which one? You mean...."
He turned and ran from the office.
A girl was removing the offending edict from the nearest bulletin
board. Another, later, one proclaimed:
_We must abandon as hopeless the suggestion of some that if there must
be an Occupation force, we would like for it to be these men whom we
have come to respect, and many of us to love. This can never be. Only
Commander Y'Nor will leave the ship at Vogar, there to select his own
Occupation force, while the men now among us continue directly on to
the Alkorian war from which many of them will never return._
_We must not resent the fact that on this, their last day among us,
these men are forbidden to speak to us or to let us speak to them nor
say that this is unfair when Commander Y'Nor's Occupation troops will
be permitted to associate freely with us. These things are beyond our
power to change. We must accept the inevitable and show only by our
silent conduct the love we have for these warriors whom we shall never
see again._
Kane gulped convulsively, read it again, and hurried back to Larue's
office.
"How long has that last edict been up?" he demanded.
"About twelve hours."
"Then every shift has seen it?"
"Ah ... yes. Why--is something wrong with it?"
"That depends on the viewpoint. I want them removed at once. And tell
that sanctified old weasel that if this last edict of his gets me
hanged, which it probably will, I'll see to it that he gets the same
medicine."
He went back into the plant and made his way through the bare-legged,
soft-eyed girls, looking for Dalon. He overheard a guard say in low,
bitter tones to another: "... _Maybe eight hours on Vogar, and we
can't leave the ship, then on to the battle front for us while Y'Nor
and his home guard favorites come back here and pick out their
harems_--"
He found Dalon and said to him, "Watch your men. They're resentful.
Some of them might even desert--and Y'Nor wasn't joking about that
gallows for us last night."
"I know." Dalon ran his finger around the collar that seemed to be
getting increasingly tighter for him. "I've warned them that the
Occupation troops would get them in the end."
* * * * *
He found Graver at a dial-covered panel. The brown-eyed secretary--her
eyes now darker and more appealing than ever--was just leaving, a
notebook in her hand.
"Since when," Kane asked, "has it been customary for technicians to
need the assistance of secretaries to read a dial?"
"But, sir, she is a very good technician, herself. Her paper work is
now done and she was helping me trace a circuit that was fluctuating."
Kane peered suspiciously into Graver's expressionless face.
"Are you sure it was a circuit that was doing the fluctuating?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did you know that half of Dalon's guards seem to be ready to jump
ship?"
"Yes, sir. But their resentment is not characteristic of my
technicians."
He realized, with surprise, that that was true. And Graver, in
contrast to Dalon's agitation, had the calm, purposeful air of a man
who had pondered deeply upon an unpleasant future and had taken steps
to prevent it.
"I have no desire to hang, sir, and I have convinced my men that it
would be suicide for part of them to desert. I shall do my best to
convince Dalon's guards of the same thing."
He went back through the plant, much of his confidence restored, and
back to the ship.
Y'Nor was pacing the floor again, his impatience keying him to a mood
more vile than ever.
"This ship will leave at exactly twenty-three fifteen, Vogar time,"
Y'Nor said. "Any man not on it then will be regarded as a deserter and
executed as such when I return with the Occupation force."
He stopped his pacing to stare at Kane with the ominous anticipation
of a spider surveying a captured fly.
"Although I can operate this ship with a minimum of two crewmen, I
shall expect you to make certain that every man is on board."
Kane went back out of the ship, his confidence shaken again, and back
to the plant.
* * * * *
Night came at last and, finally, the first shielded tank of fuel was
delivered to the ship. Others followed, one by one, as the hours went
by.
It was almost morning when Graver came to him and said, "My duties and
those of my men are finished here, sir. Shall we go to prepare the
ship for flight?"
"Yes--get busy at it," Kane answered. "Don't give the commander any
excuse to get any madder than he already is."
An hour later the last of the fuel went into the last tank and was
hauled away. Someone said, "That's all," and a switch clicked. A
machine rumbled off into silence, followed by others. Control panels
went dark. Within a minute there was not a machine running, not a
panel lighted.
Dalon's whistle for Guard Assembly sounded, high and shrill. A girl's
voice called to one of the guards: "Hurry back to your ship,
Billy--the thunder hawks might get you if you stayed--" and broke on a
sob. Another girl said, "Hush, Julia--it's not his fault."
He went out of the plant, and past Larue's office. He saw that the
brown-eyed secretary was gone, her desk clean. Larue was still there,
looking very tired. He did not go in. The fuel had been produced, he
would never see Larue again.
He took the path that led toward town. Part of the Whirlpool star
cluster was still above the horizon, a white blaze of a thousand suns,
and the eastern sky was lightening with the first rays of dawn. A
dozen girls were ahead of him, their voices a low murmur as they
hurried back toward town. There was an undertone of tension, all of
the former gaiety gone. The brief week of make-believe was over and
the next Vogarians to come would truly be their enemy.
He came to the hilltop where he had met the mountain girl, thought of
her with irrational longing, and suddenly she was there before him.
The pistol was again in her belt.
"You came with all the stealth of a plains ox," she said. "I could
have shot you a dozen times over."
"Are we already at war?" he asked.
"We Saints have to let you Vogarians kill some of us, first--our
penalty for being ethical."
"Listen to me," he said. "We tried to fight the inevitable in the Lost
Islands. When the sun went down that day, half of us were dead and the
rest prisoners."
"And you rose from prisoner to officer because you were too selfish to
keep fighting for what was right."
"I saw them bury the ones who insisted on doing that."
"And you want us to meekly bow down, here?"
"I have no interest of any kind in this world--I'll never see it
again--but I know from experience what will happen to you and your
people if you try to fight. I don't want that to happen. Do you think
that because a man isn't a blind chauvinist, he has to be a soulless
monster?"
"No," she said in a suddenly small voice. "But I had hoped ... we were
talking that day of the mountains beyond the Emerald Plain and a
frontier to last for centuries ... it was just idle talk but I thought
maybe that when the showdown came you would be on our side, after
all."
She drew a deep breath that came a little raggedly and said with a
lightness that was too forced:
"You don't mind if I have a silly sentimental fondness for my world,
do you? It's the only world I have. Maybe you would understand if you
could see the Azure Mountains in the spring ... but you never will,
will you? Because you lied when you said you weren't my enemy and now
I know you are and I"--the lightness faltered and broke--"am yours ...
and the next time we meet one will have to kill the other."
She turned away, and vanished among the trees like a shadow.
He was unaware of the passage of time as he stood there on the hill
that was silent with her going and remembered the day he had met her
and the way the song swans had been calling. When he looked up at the
sky, it was bright gold in the east and the blazing stars of the
Whirlpool were fading into invisibility. He looked to the west, where
the road wound its long way out of the valley, and he thought he could
see her trudging up it, tiny and distant. He looked at his watch and
saw he had just time enough to reach the ship before it left.
* * * * *
Brenn was standing by his gate, watching the dawn flame into
incandescence and looking more frail and helpless than ever. The
cruiser towered beyond, blotting out half the dawn sky like a sinister
omen. A faint, deep hum was coming from it as the drive went into the
preliminary phase that preceded take-off.
"You have only seconds left to reach the ship," Brenn said. "You have
already tarried almost too long."
"You're looking at a fool," he answered, "who is going to tarry in the
Azure Mountains and beyond the Emerald Plain for a hundred days. Then
the Occupation men will kill him."
There was no surprise on Brenn's face but it seemed to Kane that the
old man smiled in his beard. For the second time since he was sixteen,
Kane heard someone speak to him with gentle understanding:
"Although you have not been of much help to my plans, your intentions
were good. I was sure that in the end this would be your decision. I
am well pleased with you, my son."
A whine came from the ship and the boarding ramp flicked up like a
disappearing tongue. The black opening of the air lock seemed to
wink, then was solid, featureless metal as the doors slid shut.
"_Bon voyage_, Y'Nor!" Kane said. "We'll be waiting for you with our
bows and arrows."
"There is no one on the ship but Y'Nor," Brenn said. "Graver saw to it
that the Ready lights were all going on the command room control
board, then he and all the others followed my ... suggestion."
Kane remembered Graver's calmness and his statement concerning his
men: "... It would be suicide for part of them to desert."