Erskyll gulped it down. "I think I could use another, if you please," he said, handing the gla.s.s back to Lanze. "And a cigarette." After he had tasted his second drink and puffed on the cigarette, he said: "I was so proud. I thought they were learning democracy."
"We don"t, any of us, have too much to be proud about," Degbrend told him. "They must have been planning and preparing this for a couple of months, and we never caught a whisper of it."
That was correct. They had deluded Erskyll into thinking that they were going to let the Masters vote themselves out of power and set up a representative government. They had deluded the Masters into believing that they were in favor of the _status quo_, and opposed to Erkyll"s democratization and socialization. There must be only a few of them in the conspiracy. Chmidd and Hozhet and Zhannar and Khouzhik and Schferts and the rest of the Citadel chief-slave clique. Among them, they controlled all the armed force. The bickering and rivalries must have been part of the camouflage. He supposed that a few of the upper army commanders had been in on it, too.
A communication-screen began making noises. Somebody flipped the switch, and Khreggor Chmidd appeared in it. Erskyll swore softly, and went to face the screen-image of the elephantine ex-slave of the ex-Lord Master, the late Rovard Javasan.
"Citizen Proconsul; why is our telecast station, which is vitally needed to give information to the people, jammed off the air, and why are you broadcasting, on our wavelength, advice to the criminals of the ci-devant Masterly cla.s.s to take refuge in your Proconsular Palace from the just vengeance of the outraged victims of their century-long exploitation?" he began. "This is a flagrant violation of the Imperial Const.i.tution; our Emperor will not be pleased at this unjustified intervention in the affairs, and this interference with the planetary authority, of the People"s Commonwealth of Aditya!"
Obray of Erskyll must have realized, for the first time, that he was still holding a highball gla.s.s in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
He flung both of them away.
"If the Imperial troops we are sending into the city to rescue women and children in danger from your hoodlums meet with the least resistance, you won"t be in a position to find out what his Majesty thinks about it, because Admiral Shatrak will have you and your accomplices shot in the Convocation Chamber, where you ma.s.sacred the legitimate government of this planet," he barked.
So the real Obray, Count Erskyll, had at last emerged. All the liberalism and socialism and egalitarianism, all the Helping-Hand, Torch-of-Democracy, idealism, was merely a surface stucco applied at the university during the last six years. For twenty-four years before that, from the day of his birth, he had been taught, by his parents, his nurse, his governess, his tutors, what it meant to be an Erskyll of Aton and a grandson of Errol, Duke of Yorvoy. As he watched Khreggor Chmidd in the screen, he grew angrier, if possible.
"Do you know what you blood-thirsty imbeciles have done?" he demanded.
"You have just murdered, along with two thousand men, some five billion crowns, the money needed to finance all these fine modernization and industrialization plans. Or are you crazy enough to think that the Empire is going to indemnify you for being emanc.i.p.ated and pay that money over to you?"
"But, Citizen Proconsul...."
"And don"t call me Citizen Proconsul! I am a n.o.ble of the Galactic Empire, and on this pigpen of a planet I represent his Imperial Majesty.
You will respect, and address, me accordingly."
Khreggor Chmidd no longer wore the gorget of servility, but, as Lanze Degbrend had once remarked, it was still tattooed on his soul. He gulped.
"Y-yes, Lord-Master Proconsul!"
They were together again in the big conference-room, which Vann Shatrak had been using, through the day, as an extemporised Battle-Control. They slumped wearily in chairs; they smoked and drank coffee; they anxiously looked from viewscreen to viewscreen, wondering when, and how soon, the trouble would break out again. It was dark, outside, now. Floodlights threw a white dazzle from the top of the Proconsular Palace and from the tops of the four buildings around it that Imperial troops had cleared and occupied, and from contragravity vehicles above. There was light and activity at the Citadel, and in the Servile City to the south-east; the rest of Zeggensburg was dark and quiet.
"I don"t think we"ll have any more trouble," Admiral Shatrak was saying.
"They won"t be fools enough to attack us here, and all the Masters are dead, except for the ones we"re sheltering."
"How many did we save?" Count Erskyll asked.
Eight hundred odd, Shatrak told him. Erskyll caught his breath.
"So few! Why, there were almost twelve thousand of them in the city this morning."
"I"m surprised we saved so many," Lanze Degbrend said. He still wore combat coveralls, and a pistol-belt lay beside his chair. "Most of them were killed in the first hour."
And that had been before the landing-craft from the ships had gotten down, and there had only been seven hundred men and forty vehicles available. He had gone out with them, himself; it had been the first time he had worn battle-dress and helmet or carried a weapon except for sport in almost thirty years. It had been an ugly, b.l.o.o.d.y, business; one he wanted to forget as speedily as possible. There had been times, after seeing the mutilated bodies of Masterly women and children, when he had been forced to remind himself that he had come out to prevent, not to partic.i.p.ate in, a ma.s.sacre. Some of Ravney"s men hadn"t even tried.
Atrocity has a horrible facility for begetting atrocity.
"What"ll we do with them?" Erskyll asked. "We can"t turn them loose; they"d all be murdered in a matter of hours, and in any case, they"d have nowhere to go. The Commonwealth,"--he p.r.o.nounced the name he had himself selected as though it were an obscenity--"has nationalized all the Masterly property."
That had been announced almost as soon as the Citadel telecast-station had been unjammed, and shortly thereafter they had begun encountering bodies of Yakoop Zhannar"s soldiers and Zhorzh Khouzhik"s police who had been sent out to stop looting and vandalism and occupy the Masterly palaces. There had been considerable shooting in the Servile City; evidently the ex-slaves had to be convinced that they must not pillage or destroy their places of employment.
"Evacuate them off-planet," Shatrak said. "As soon as _Algol_ gets here, we"ll load the lot of them onto _Mizar_ or _Canopus_ and haul them somewhere. Ghu only knows how they"ll live, but...."
"Oh, they won"t be paupers, or public charges, Admiral," he said. "You know, there"s an estimated five billion crowns in slave-compensation, and when I return to Odin I shall represent most strongly that these survivors be paid the whole sum. But I shall emphatically not recommend that they be resettled on Odin. They won"t be at all grateful to us for today"s business, and on Odin they could easily stir up some very adverse public sentiment."
"My resignation will answer any criticism of the Establishment the public may make," Erskyll began.
"Oh, rubbish; don"t talk about resigning, Obray. You made a few mistakes here, though I can"t think of a better planet in the Galaxy on which you could have made them. But no matter what you did or did not do, this would have happened eventually."
"You really think so?" Obray, Count Erskyll, was desperately anxious to be a.s.sured of that. "Perhaps if I hadn"t been so insistent on this const.i.tution...."
"That wouldn"t have made a particle of difference. We all made this inevitable simply by coming here. Before we came, it would have been impossible. No slave would have been able even to imagine a society without Lords-Master; you heard Chmidd and Hozhet, the first day, aboard the _Empress Eulalie_. A slave had to have a Master; he simply couldn"t belong to n.o.body at all. And until you started talking socialization, n.o.body could have imagined property without a Masterly property-owning cla.s.s. And a ma.s.sacre like this would have been impossible to organize or execute. For one thing, it required an elaborate conspiratorial organization, and until we emanc.i.p.ated them, no slave would have dared trust any other slave; every one would have betrayed any other to curry favor with his Lord-Master. We taught them that they didn"t need Lords-Master, or Masterly favor, any more. And we presented them with a situation their established routines didn"t cover, and forced them into doing some original thinking, which must have hurt like Nifflheim at first. And we retrained the army and handed it over to Yakoop Zhannar, and inspired Zhorzh Khouzhik to organize the Labor Police, and fundamentally, no government is anything but armed force. Really, Obray, I can"t see that you can be blamed for anything but speeding up an inevitable process slightly."
"You think they"ll see it that way at Asgard?"
"You mean the Prime Minister and His Majesty? That will be the way I shall present it to them. That was another reason I wanted to stay on here. I antic.i.p.ated that you might want a credible witness to what was going to happen," he said. "Now, you"ll be here for not more than five years before you"re promoted elsewhere. n.o.body remains longer than that on a first Proconsular appointment. Just keep your eyes and ears and, especially, your mind, open while you are here. You will learn many things undreamed-of by the political-science faculty at the University of Nefert.i.ti."
"You said I made mistakes," Erskyll mentioned, ready to start learning immediately.
"Yes. I pointed one of them out to you some time ago: emotional involvement with local groups. You began sympathizing with the servile cla.s.s here almost immediately. I don"t think either of us learned anything about them that the other didn"t, yet I found them despicable, one and all. Why did you think them worthy of your sympathy?"
"Why, because...." For a moment, that was as far as he could get. His motivation had been thalamic rather than cortical and he was having trouble externalizing it verbally. "They were _slaves_. They were being exploited and oppressed...."
"And, of course, their exploiters were a lot of heartless villains, so that made the slaves good and virtuous innocents. That was your real, fundamental, mistake. You know, Obray, the downtrodden and long-suffering proletariat aren"t at all good or innocent or virtuous.
They are just incompetent; they lack the abilities necessary for overt villainy. You saw, this afternoon, what they were capable of doing when they were given an opportunity. You know, it"s quite all right to give the underdog a hand, but only one hand. Keep the other hand on your pistol--or he"ll try to eat the one you gave him! As you may have noticed, today, when underdogs get up, they tend to turn out to be wolves."
"What do you think this Commonwealth will develop into, under Chmidd and Hozhet and Khouzhik and the rest?" Lanze Degbrend asked, to keep the lecture going.
"Oh, a slave-state, of course; look who"s running it, and whom it will govern. Not the kind of a slave-state we can do anything about," he hastened to add. "The Commonwealth will be very definite about recognizing that sapient beings cannot be property. But all the rest of the property will belong to the Commonwealth. Remember that remark of Chmidd"s: "It will belong to everybody, but somebody will have to take care of it for everybody. That will be you and me.""
Erskyll frowned. "I remember that. I didn"t like it, at the time. It sounded...."
Out of character, for a good and virtuous proletarian; almost Masterly, in fact. He continued:
"The Commonwealth will be sole employer as well as sole property-owner, and anybody who wants to eat will have to work for the Commonwealth on the Commonwealth"s terms. Chmidd"s and Hozhet"s and Khouzhik"s, that is.
If that isn"t subst.i.tution of peonage for chattel slavery, I don"t know what the word peonage means. But you"ll do nothing to interfere. You will see to it that Aditya stays in the empire and adheres to the Const.i.tution and makes no trouble for anybody off-planet. I fancy you won"t find that too difficult. They"ll be good, as long as you deny them the means to be anything else. And make sure that they continue to call you Lord-Master Proconsul."
Lecturing, he found, was dry work. He summoned a bartending robot:
"Ho, slave! Attend your Lord-Master!"
Then he had to use his ultraviolet pencil-light to bring it to him, and dial for the brandy-and-soda he wanted. As long as that was necessary, there really wasn"t anything to worry about. But some of these days, they"d build robots that would antic.i.p.ate orders, and robots to operate robots, and robots to supervise them, and....
No. It wouldn"t quite come to that. A slave is a slave, but a robot is only a robot. As long as they stuck to robots, they were reasonably safe.