Lepennon looked embarra.s.sed and anxious. "Thank you, Dr Lyubov. I misunderstood entirely. Actually I took the word "creechie" to stand for a Terran caste that did rather menial work in the logging camps. Believing, as we all did, that the Athsheans were intraspecies non-aggressive, I never thought they might be the group meant. In fact I didn"t realise that they cooperated with you in your camps.-However, I am more at a loss than ever to understand what provoked the attack and mutiny."
"I don"t know, sir."
"When he said the people under his command were content, did the Captain include native people?" said the Cetian, Or, in a dry mumble. The Hainishman picked it up at once, and asked Davidson, in his concerned, courteous voice, "Were the Athsheans living at the camp content, do you think?"
"So far as I know."
"There was nothing unusual in their position there, or the work they had to do?"
Lyubov felt the heightening of tension, one turn of the screw, in Colonel Dongh and his staff, and also in the starship commander. Davidson remained calm and easy. "Nothing unusual."
Lyubov knew now that only his scientific studies had been sent up to the Shackleton Shackleton; his protests, even his annual a.s.sessments of "Native Adjustment to Colonial Presence" required by the Administration, had been kept in some desk drawer deep in HQ. These two N.-T.H."s knew nothing about the exploitation of the Athsheans. Commander Yung did, of course; he had been down before today and had probably seen the creechie-pens. In any case a Navy commander on Co"ony runs wouldn"t have much to learn about Terran-hilf relations. Whether or not he approved of how the Colonial Administration ran its business, not much would come as a shock to him. But a Cetian and a Hainishman, how much would they know about Terran colonies, unless chance brought them to one on the way to somewhere else? Lepennon and Or had not intended to come on-planet here at all. Or possibly they had not been intended to come on-planet, but, hearing of trouble, had insisted. Why had the commander brought them down: his will, or theirs? Whoever they were they had about them a hint of authority, a whiff of the dry, intoxicating odor of power. Lyubov"s headache had gone, he felt alert and excited, his face was rather hot. "Captain Davidson," he said, "I have a couple of questions, concerning your confrontation with the four natives, day before yesterday. You"re certain that one of them was Sam, or Selver Thele?"
"I believe so."
"You"re aware that he has a personal grudge against you."
"I don"t know."
"You don"t? Since his wife died in your quarters immediately subsequent to s.e.xual intercourse with you, he holds you responsible for her death; you didn"t know that? He attacked you once before, here in Centralville; you had forgotten that? Well, the point is, that Selver"s personal hatred for Captain Davidson may serve as a partial explanation or motivation for this unprecedented a.s.sault. The Athsheans aren"t incapable of personal violence, that"s never been a.s.serted in any of my studies of them. Adolescents who haven"t mastered controlled dreaming or compet.i.tive singing do a lot of wrestling and fist-fighting, not all of it good-tempered. But Selver is an adult and an adept; and his first, personal attack on Captain Davidson, which I happened to witness part of, was pretty certainly an attempt to kill. As was the Captain"s retaliation, incidentally. At the time, I thought that attack an isolated psychotic incident, resulting from grief and stress, not likely to be repeated. I was wrong.-Captain, when the four Athsheans jumped you from ambush, as you describe in your report, did you end up p.r.o.ne on the ground?"
"Yes."
"In what position?"
Davidson"s calm face tensed and stiffened, and Lyubov felt a pang of compunction. He wanted to corner Davidson in his lies, to force him into speaking truth once, but not to humiliate him before others. Accusations of rape and murder supported Davidson"s image of himself as the totally virile man, but now that image was endangered: Lyubov had called up a picture of him, the soldier, the fighter, the cool tough man, being knocked down by enemies the size of six-year-olds.... What did it cost Davidson, then, to recall that moment when he had lain looking up at the little green men, for once, not down at them?
"I was on my back."
"Was your head thrown back, or turned aside?"
"I don"t know."
"I"m trying to establish a fact here, Captain, one that might help explain why Selver didn"t kill you, although he had a grudge against you and had helped kill two hundred men a few hours earlier. I wondered if you might by chance have been in one of the positions which, when a.s.sumed by an Athshean, prevent his opponent from further physical aggression."
"I don"t know."
Lyubov glanced round the conference table; all the faces showed curiosity and some tension. "These aggression-halting gestures and positions may have some innate basis, may rise from a surviving trigger-response, but they are socially developed and expanded, and of course learned. The strongest and completest of them is a p.r.o.ne position, on the back, eyes shut, head turned so the throat is fully exposed. I think an Athshean of the local cultures might find it impossible to hurt an enemy who took that position. He would have to do something else to release his anger or aggressive drive.-When they had all got you down, Captain, did Selver by any chance sing?"
"Did he what?"
"Sing."
"I don"t know."
Block. No go. Lyubov was about to shrug and give it up when the Cetian said, "Why, Mr Lyubov?" The most winning characteristic of the rather harsh Cetian temperament was curiosity, inopportune and inexhaustible curiosity; Cetians died eagerly, curious as to what came next.
"You see," Lyubov said, "the Athsheans use a kind of ritualised singing to replace physical combat. Again it"s a universal social phenomenon that might have a physiological foundation, though it"s very hard to establish anything as "innate" in human beings. However the higher primates here all go in for vocal competing between two males, a lot of howling and whistling; the dominant male may finally give the other a cuff, but usually they just spend an hour or so trying to outbellow each other. The Athsheans themselves see the similarity to their singing-matches, which are also only between males; but as they observe, theirs are not only aggression-releases, but an art-form. The better artist wins. I wondered if Selver sang over Captain Davidson, and if so, whether he did because he could not kill, or because he preferred the bloodless victory. These questions have suddenly become rather urgent."
"Dr Lyubov," said Lepennon, "how effective are these aggression-channelling devices? Are they universal?"
"Among adults, yes. So my informants state, and all my observation supported them, until day before yesterday. Rape, violent a.s.sault, and murder virtually don"t exist among them. There are accidents, of course. And there are psychotics. Not many of the latter."
"What do they do with dangerous psychotics?"
"Isolate them. Literally. On small islands."
"The Athsheans are carnivorous, they hunt animals?"
"Yes, meat is a staple."
"Wonderful," Lepennon said, and his white skin paled further with pure excitement. "A human society with an effective war-barrier! What"s the cost, Dr Lyubov?"
"I"m not sure, Mr Lepennon. Perhaps change. They"re a static, stable, uniform society. They have no history. Perfectly integrated, and wholly unprogressive. You might say that like the forest they live in, they"ve attained a climax state. But I don"t mean to imply that they"re incapable of adaptation."
"Gentlemen, this is very interesting but in a somewhat specialist frame of reference, and it may be somewhat out of the context which we"re attempting to clarify here-"
"No, excuse me, Colonel Dongh, this may be the point. Yes, Dr Lyubov?"
"Well, I wonder if they"re not proving their adaptability, now. By adapting their behavior to us. To the Earth Colony. For four years they"ve behaved to us as they do to one another. Despite the physical differences, they recognised us as members of their species, as men. However, we have not responded as members of their species should respond. We have ignored the responses, the rights and obligations of non-violence. We have killed, raped, dispersed, and enslaved the native humans, destroyed their communities, and cut down their forests. It wouldn"t be surprising if they"d decided that we are not human."
"And therefore can be killed, like animals, yes yes," said the Cetian, enjoying logic; but Lepennon"s face now was stiff as white stone. "Enslaved?" he said.
"Captain Lyubov is expressing his personal opinions and theories," said Colonel Dongh, "which I should state I consider possibly to be erroneous, and he and I have discussed this type of thing previously, although the present context is unsuitable. We do not employ slaves, sir. Some of the natives serve a useful role in our community. The Voluntary Autochthonous Labor Corps is a part of all but the temporary camps here. We have very limited personnel to accomplish our tasks here and we need workers and use all we can get, but on any kind of basis that could be called a slavery basis, certainly not."
Lepennon was about to speak, but deferred to the Cetian, who said only, "How many of each race?"
Gosse replied: "2641 Terrans, now. Lyubov and I estimate the native hilf population very roughly at 3 million."
"You should have considered these statistics, gentlemen, before you altered the native traditions!" said Or, with a disagreeable but perfectly genuine laugh.
"We are adequately armed and equipped to resist any type of aggression these natives could offer," said the Colonel. "However there was a general consensus by both the first Exploratory Missions and our own research staff of specialists here headed by Captain Lyubov, giving us to understand that the New Tahitians are a primitive, harmless, peace-loving species. Now this information was obviously erroneous-"
Or interrupted the Colonel. "Obviously! You consider the human species to be primitive, harmless, and peace-loving, Colonel? No. But you knew that the hilfs of this planet are human? As human as you or I or Lepennon-since we all came from the same, original, Hainish stock?"
"That is the scientific theory, I am aware-"
"Colonel, it is the historic fact."
"I am not forced to accept it as a fact," the old Colonel said, getting hot, "and I don"t like opinions stuffed into my own mouth. The fact is that these creechies are a meter tall, they"re covered with green fur, they don"t sleep, and they"re not human beings in my frame of reference!"
"Captain Davidson," said the Cetian, "do you consider the native hilfs human, or not?"
"I don"t know."
"But you had s.e.xual intercourse with one-this Selver"s wife. Would you have s.e.xual intercourse with a female animal? What about the rest of you?" He looked about at the purple colonel, the glowering majors, the livid captains, the cringing specialists. Contempt came into his face. "You have not thought things through," he said. By his standards it was a brutal insult.
The Commander of the Shackleton Shackleton at last salvaged words from the gulf of embarra.s.sed silence. "Well, gentlemen, the tragedy at Smith Camp clearly is involved with the entire colony-native relationship, and is not by any means an insignificant or isolated episode. That"s what we had to establish. And this being the case, we can make a certain contribution towards easing your problems here. The main purpose of our journey was not to drop off a couple of hundred girls here, though I know you"ve been waiting for "em, but to get to Prestno, which has been having some difficulties, and give the government there an ansible. That is, an ICD transmitter." at last salvaged words from the gulf of embarra.s.sed silence. "Well, gentlemen, the tragedy at Smith Camp clearly is involved with the entire colony-native relationship, and is not by any means an insignificant or isolated episode. That"s what we had to establish. And this being the case, we can make a certain contribution towards easing your problems here. The main purpose of our journey was not to drop off a couple of hundred girls here, though I know you"ve been waiting for "em, but to get to Prestno, which has been having some difficulties, and give the government there an ansible. That is, an ICD transmitter."
"What?" said Sereng, an engineer. Stares became fixed, all round the table.
"The one we have aboard is an early model, and it cost a planetary annual revenue, roughly. That, of course, was 27 years ago planetary time, when we left Earth. Nowadays they"re making them relatively cheaply; they"re SI on Navy ships; and in the normal course of things a robo or manned ship would be coming out here to give your colony one. As a matter of fact it"s a manned Administration ship, and is on the way, due here in 9.4 E-years if I recall the figure."
"How do you know that?" somebody said, setting it up for Commander Yung, who replied smiling, "By the ansible: the one we have aboard. Mr Or, your people invented the device, perhaps you"d explain it to those here who are unfamiliar with the terms?"
The Cetian did not unbend. "I shall not attempt to explain the principles of ansible operation to those present," he said. "Its effect can be stated simply: the instantaneous transmission of a message over any distance. One element must be on a large-ma.s.s body, the other can be anywhere in the cosmos. Since arrival in orbit the Shackleton Shackleton has been in daily communication with Terra, now 27 lightyears distant. The message does not take 54 years for delivery and response, as it does on an electro-magnetic device. It takes no time. There is no more time-gap between worlds." has been in daily communication with Terra, now 27 lightyears distant. The message does not take 54 years for delivery and response, as it does on an electro-magnetic device. It takes no time. There is no more time-gap between worlds."
"As soon as we came out of NAFAL time-dilatation into planetary s.p.a.ce-time, here, we rang up home, as you might say," the soft-voiced Commander went on. "And were told what had happened during the 27 years we were travelling. The time-gap for bodies remains, but the information lag does not. As you can see, this is as important to us as an interstellar species, as speech itself was to us earlier in our evolution. It"ll have the same effect: to make a society possible."
"Mr Or and I left Earth, 27 years ago, as Legates for our respective governments, Tau II and Hain," said Lepennon. His voice was still gentle and civil, but the warmth had gone out of it. "When we left, people were talking about the possibility of forming some kind of league among the civilised worlds, now that communication was possible. The League of Worlds now exists. It has existed for 18 years. Mr Or and I are now Emissaries of the Council of the League, and so have certain powers and responsibilities we did not have when we left Earth."
The three of them from the ship kept saying these things: an instantaneous communicator exists, an interstellar supergovernment exists.... Believe it or not. They were in league, and lying. This thought went through Lyubov"s mind; he considered it, decided it was a reasonable but unwarranted suspicion, a defense-mechanism, and discarded it. Some of the military staff, however, trained to compartmentalize their thinking, specialists in self-defense, would accept it as unhesitatingly as he discarded it. They must believe that anyone claiming a sudden new authority was a liar or conspirator. They were no more constrained than Lyubov, who had been trained to keep his mind open whether he wanted to or not.
"Are we to take all-all this simply on your word, sir?" said Colonel Dongh, with dignity and some pathos; for he, too muddleheaded to compartmentalize neatly, knew that he shouldn"t believe Lepennon and Or and Yung, but did believe them, and was frightened.
"No," said the Cetian. "That"s done with. A colony like this had to believe what pa.s.sing ships and outdated radio-messages told them. Now you don"t. You can verify. We are going to give you the ansible destined for Prestno. We have League authority to do so. Received, of course, by ansible. Your colony here is in a bad way. Worse than I thought from your reports. Your reports are very incomplete; censorship or stupidity have been at work. Now, however, you"ll have the ansible, and can talk with your Terran Administration; you can ask for orders, so you"ll know how to proceed. Given the profound changes that have been occurring in the organisation of the Terran Government since we left there, I should recommend that you do so at once. There is no longer any excuse for acting on outdated orders; for ignorance; for irresponsible autonomy."
Sour a Cetian and, like milk, he stayed sour. Mr Or was being overbearing, and Commander Yung should shut him up. But could he? How did an "Emissary of the Council of the League of Worlds" rank? Who"s in charge here, thought Lyubov, and he too felt a qualm of fear. His headache had returned as a sense of constriction, a sort of tight headband over the temples.
He looked across the table at Lepennon"s white, long-fingered hands, lying left over right, quiet, on the bare polished wood of the table. The white skin was a defect to Lyubov"s Earth-formed aesthetic taste, but the serenity and strength of those hands pleased him very much. To the Hainish, he thought, civilisation came naturally. They had been at it so long. They lived the social-intellectual life with the grace of a cat hunting in a garden, the certainty of a swallow following summer over the sea. They were experts. They never had to pose, to fake. They were what they were. n.o.body seemed to fit the human skin so well. Except, perhaps, the little green men? the deviant, dwarfed, over-adapted, stagnated creechies, who were as absolutely, as honestly, as serenely what they were....
An officer, Benton, was asking Lepennon if he and Or were on this planet as observers for the (he hesitated) League of Worlds, or if they claimed any authority to...Lepennon took him up politely: "We are observers here, not empowered to command, only to report. You are still answerable only to your own government on Earth."
Colonel Dongh said with relief, "Then nothing has essentially changed-"
"You forget the ansible," Or interrupted. "I"ll instruct you in its operation, Colonel, as soon as this discussion is over. You can then consult with your Colonial Administration."
"Since your problem here is rather urgent, and since Earth is now a League member and may have changed the Colonial Code somewhat during recent years, Mr Or"s advice is both proper and timely. We should be very grateful to Mr Or and Mr Lepennon for their decision to give this Terran colony the ansible destined for Prestno. It was their decision; I can only applaud it. Now, one more decision remains to be made, and this one I have to make, using your judgment as my guide. If you feel the colony is in imminent peril of further and more ma.s.sive attacks from the natives, I can keep my ship here for a week or two as a defense a.r.s.enal; I can also evacuate the women. No children yet, right?"
"No, sir," said Gosse. "482 women, now."
"Well, I have s.p.a.ce for 380 pa.s.sengers; we might crowd a hundred more in; the extra ma.s.s would add a year or so to the trip home, but it could be done. Unfortunately that"s all I can do. We must proceed to Prestno; your nearest neighbor, as you know, 1.8 lightyears distant. We"ll stop here on the way home to Terra, but that"s going to be three and a half more E-years at least. Can you stick it out?"
"Yes," said the Colonel, and others echoed him. "We"ve had warning now and we won"t be caught napping again."
"Equally," said the Cetian, "can the native inhabitants stick it out for three and a half Earth-years more?"
"Yes," said the Colonel. "No," said Lyubov. He had been watching Davidson"s face, and a kind of panic had taken hold of him.
"Colonel?" said Lepennon, politely.
"We"ve been here four years now and the natives are flourishing. There"s room enough and to spare for all of us, as you can see the planet"s heavily underpopulated and the Administration wouldn"t have cleared it for colonisation purposes if that hadn"t been as it is. As for if this entered anyone"s head, they won"t catch us off guard again, we were erroneously briefed concerning the nature of these natives, but we"re fully armed and able to defend ourselves, but we aren"t planning any reprisals. That is expressly forbidden in the Colonial Code, though I don"t know what new rules this new government may have added on, but we"ll just stick to our own as we have been doing and they definitely negative ma.s.s reprisals or genocide. We won"t be sending any messages for help out, after all a colony 27 lightyears from home has come out expecting to be on its own and to in fact be completely self-sufficient, and I don"t see that the ICD really changes that, due to ship and men and material still have to travel at near lightspeed. We"ll just keep on shipping the lumber home, and look out for ourselves. The women are in no danger."
"Mr Lyubov?" said Lepennon.
"We"ve been here four years. I don"t know if the native human culture will survive four more. As for the total land ecology, I think Gosse will back me if I say that we"ve irrecoverably wrecked the native life-systems on one large island, have done great damage on this subcontinent Sornol, and if we go on logging at the present rate, may reduce the major habitable lands to desert within ten years. This isn"t the fault of the colony"s HQ or Forestry Bureau; they"ve simply been following a Development Plan drawn up on Earth without sufficient knowledge of the planet to be exploited, its life-systems, or its native human inhabitants."
"Mr Gosse?" said the polite voice.
"Well, Raj, you"re stretching things a bit. There"s no denying that Dump Island, which was overlogged in direct contravention to my recommendations, is a dead loss. If more than a certain percentage of the forest is cut over a certain area, then the fibreweed doesn"t reseed, you see, gentlemen, and the fibreweed root-system is the main soil-binder on clear land; without it the soil goes dusty and drifts off very fast under wind-erosion and the heavy rainfall. But I can"t agree that our basic directives are at fault, so long as they"re scrupulously followed. They were based on careful study of the planet. We"ve succeeded, here on Central, by following the Plan: erosion is minimal, and the cleared soil is highly arable. To log off a forest doesn"t, after all, mean to make a desert-except perhaps from the point of view of a squirrel. We can"t forecast precisely how the native forest life-systems will adapt to the new woodland-prairie-plowland ambiance foreseen in the Development Plan, but we know the chances are good for a large percentage of adaptation and survival."
"That"s what the Bureau of Land Management said about Alaska during the First Famine," said Lyubov. His throat had tightened so that his voice came out high and husky. He had counted on Gosse for support. "How many Sitka spruce have you seen in your lifetime, Gosse? Or snowy owl? or wolf? or Eskimo? The survival percentage of native Alaskan species in habitat, after 15 years of the Development Program, was .3%. It"s now zero.-A forest ecology is a delicate one. If the forest perishes, its fauna may go with it. The Athshean word for world world is also the word for is also the word for forest forest. I submit, Commander Yung, that though the colony may not be in imminent danger, the planet is-"
"Captain Lyubov," said the old Colonel, "such submissions are not properly submitted by staff specialist officers to officers of other branches of the service but should rest on the judgment of the senior officers of the Colony, and I cannot tolerate any further such attempts as this to give advice without previous clearance."
Caught off guard by his own outburst, Lyubov apologised and tried to look calm. If only he didn"t lose his temper, if his voice didn"t go weak and husky, if he had poise....
The Colonel went on. "It appears to us that you made some serious erroneous judgments concerning the peacefulness and non-aggressiveness of the natives here, and because we counted on this specialist description of them as non-aggressive is why we left ourselves open to this terrible tragedy at Smith Camp, Captain Lyubov. So I think we have to wait until some other specialists in hilfs have had time to study them, because evidently your theories were basically erroneous to some extent."
Lyubov sat and took it. Let the men from the ship see them all pa.s.sing the blame around like a hot brick: all the better. The more dissension they showed, the likelier were these Emissaries to have them checked and watched over. And he was to blame; he had been wrong. To h.e.l.l with my self-respect so long as the forest people get a chance, Lyubov thought, and so strong a sense of his own humiliation and self-sacrifice came over him that tears rose to his eyes.
He was aware that Davidson was watching him.
He sat up stiff, the blood hot in his face, his temples drumming. He would not be sneered at by that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Davidson. Couldn"t Or and Lepennon see what kind of man Davidson was, and how much power he had here, while Lyubov"s powers, called "advisory," were simply derisory? If the colonists were left to go on with no check on them but a super-radio, the Smith Camp ma.s.sacre would almost certainly become the excuse for systematic aggression against the natives. Bacteriological extermination, most likely. The Shackleton Shackleton would come back in three and a half or four years to "New Tahiti," and find a thriving Terran colony, and no more Creechie Problem. None at all. Pity about the plague, we took all precautions required by the Code, but it must have been some kind of mutation, they had no natural resistance, but we did manage to save a group of them by transporting them to the New Falkland Isles in the southern hemisphere and they"re doing fine there, all sixty-two of them.... would come back in three and a half or four years to "New Tahiti," and find a thriving Terran colony, and no more Creechie Problem. None at all. Pity about the plague, we took all precautions required by the Code, but it must have been some kind of mutation, they had no natural resistance, but we did manage to save a group of them by transporting them to the New Falkland Isles in the southern hemisphere and they"re doing fine there, all sixty-two of them....
The conference did not last much longer. When it ended he stood up and leaned across the table to Lepennon. "You must tell the League to do something to save the forests, the forest people," he said almost inaudibly, his throat constricted, "you must, please, you must."
The Hainishman met his eyes; his gaze was reserved, kindly, and deep as a well. He said nothing.
It was unbelievable. They"d all gone insane. This d.a.m.ned alien world had sent them all right round the bend, into byebye dreamland, along with the creechies. He still wouldn"t believe what he"d seen at that "conference" and the briefing after it, if he saw it all over again on film. A Star-fleet ship"s commander bootlicking two humanoids. Engineers and techs cooing and ooing over a fancy radio presented to them by a Hairy Cetian with a lot of sneering and boasting, as if ICD"s hadn"t been predicted by Terran science years ago! The humanoids had stolen the idea, implemented it, and called it an "ansible" so n.o.body would realise it was just an ICD. But the worst part of it had been the conference, with that psycho Lyubov raving and crying, and Colonel Dongh letting him do it, letting him insult Davidson and HQ staff and the whole Colony; and all the time the two aliens sitting and grinning, the little grey ape and the big white fairy, sneering at humans.
It had been pretty bad. It hadn"t got any better since the Shackleton Shackleton left. He didn"t mind being sent down to New Java Camp under Major Muhamed. The Colonel had to discipline him; old Ding Dong might actually be very happy about that fire-raid he"d pulled in reprisal on Smith Island, but the raid had been a breach of discipline and he had to reprimand Davidson. All right, rules of the game. But what wasn"t in the rules was this stuff coming over that overgrown TV set they called the ansible-their new little tin G.o.d at HQ. left. He didn"t mind being sent down to New Java Camp under Major Muhamed. The Colonel had to discipline him; old Ding Dong might actually be very happy about that fire-raid he"d pulled in reprisal on Smith Island, but the raid had been a breach of discipline and he had to reprimand Davidson. All right, rules of the game. But what wasn"t in the rules was this stuff coming over that overgrown TV set they called the ansible-their new little tin G.o.d at HQ.
Orders from the Bureau of Colonial Administration in Karachi: Restrict Terran-Athshean contact to occasions arranged by Athsheans Restrict Terran-Athshean contact to occasions arranged by Athsheans. In other words you couldn"t go into a creechie warren and round up a work-force any more. Employment of volunteer labor is not advised; employment of forced labor is forbidden Employment of volunteer labor is not advised; employment of forced labor is forbidden. More of same. How the h.e.l.l were they supposed to get the work done? Did Earth want this wood or didn"t it? They were still sending the robot cargo ships to New Tahiti, weren"t they, four a year, each carrying about 30 million new-dollars worth of prime lumber back to Mother Earth. Sure the Development people wanted those millions. They were businessmen. These messages weren"t coming from them, any fool could see that.
The colonial status of World 41-why didn"t they call it New Tahiti any more?-is under consideration. Until decision is reached colonists should observe extreme caution in all dealings with native inhabitants.... The use of weapons of any kind except small side-arms carried in self-defense is absolutely forbidden-just as on Earth, except that there a man couldn"t even carry side-arms any more. But what the h.e.l.l was the use coming 27 lightyears to a frontier world and then get told No guns, no firejelly, no bugbombs, no no, just sit like nice little boys and let the creechies come spit in your faces and sing songs at you and then stick a knife in your guts and burn down your camp, but don"t you hurt the cute little green fellers, no sir!
A policy of avoidance is strongly advised; a policy of aggression or retaliation is strictly forbidden.
That was the gist of all the messages actually, and any fool could tell that that wasn"t the Colonial Administration talking. They couldn"t have changed that much in thirty years. They were practical, realistic men who knew what life was like on frontier planets. It was clear, to anybody who hadn"t gone spla from geoshock, that the "ansible" messages were phoneys. They might be planted right in the machine, a whole set of answers to high-probability questions, computer run. The engineers said they could have spotted that; maybe so. In that case the thing did communicate instantaneously with another world. But that world wasn"t Earth. Not by a long long shot! There weren"t any men typing the answers onto the other end of that little trick: they were aliens, humanoids. Probably Cetians, for the machine was Cetian-made, and they were a smart bunch of devils. They were the kind that might make a real bid for interstellar supremacy. The Hainish would be in the conspiracy with them, of course; all that bleeding-heart stuff in the so-called directives had a Hainish sound to it. What the long-term objective of the aliens was, was hard to guess from here; it probably involved weakening the Terran Government by tying it up in this "league of worlds" business, until the aliens were strong enough to make an armed takeover. But their plan for New Tahiti was easy to see. They"d let the creechies wipe out the humans for them. Just tie the humans" hands with a lot of fake "ansible" directives and let the slaughter begin. Humanoids help humanoids: rats help rats.
And Colonel Dongh had swallowed it. He intended to obey orders. He had actually said that to Davidson. "I intend to obey my orders from Terra-HQ, and by G.o.d, Don, you"ll obey my orders the same way, and in New Java you"ll obey Major Muhamed"s orders there." He was stupid, old Ding Dong, but he liked Davidson, and Davidson liked him. If it meant betraying the human race to an alien conspiracy then he couldn"t obey his orders, but he still felt sorry for the old soldier. A fool, but a loyal and brave one. Not a born traitor like that whining, tattling prig Lyubov. If there was one man he hoped the creechies did get, it was bigdome Raj Lyubov, the alien-lover.
Some men, especially the asiatiforms and hindi types, are actually born traitors. Not all, but some. Certain other men are born saviors. It just happened to be the way they were made, like being of euraf descent, or like having a good physique; it wasn"t anything he claimed credit for. If he could save the men and women of New Tahiti, he would; if he couldn"t, he"d make a d.a.m.n good try; and that was all there was to it, actually.
The women, now, that rankled. They"d pulled out the 10 Collies who"d been in New Java and none of the new ones were being sent out from Centralville. "Not safe yet," HQ bleated. Pretty rough on the three outpost camps. What did they expect the outposters to do when it was hands off the she-creechies, and all the she-humans were for the lucky b.a.s.t.a.r.ds at Central? It was going to cause terrific resentment. But it couldn"t last long, the whole situation was too crazy to be stable. If they didn"t start easing back to normal now the Shackleton Shackleton was gone, then Captain D. Davidson would just have to do a little extra work to get things headed back towards normalcy. was gone, then Captain D. Davidson would just have to do a little extra work to get things headed back towards normalcy.
The morning of the day he left Central, they had let loose the whole creechie work-force. Made a big n.o.ble speech in pidgin, opened the compound gates, and let out every single tame creechie, carriers, diggers, cooks, dustmen, houseboys, maids, the lot. Not one had stayed. Some of them had been with their masters ever since the start of the colony, four E-years ago. But they had no loyalty. A dog, a chimp would have hung around. These things weren"t even that highly developed, they were just about like snakes or rats, just smart enough to turn around and bite you as soon as you let "em out of the cage. Ding Dong was spla, letting all those creechies loose right in the vicinity. Dumping them on Dump Island and letting them starve would have been actually the best final solution. But Dongh was still panicked by that pair of humanoids and their talky-box. So if the wild creechies on Central were planning to imitate the Smith Camp atrocity, they now had lots of real handy new recruits, who knew the layout of the whole town, the routines, where the a.r.s.enal was, where guards were posted, and the rest. If Centralville got burned down, HQ could thank themselves. It would be what they deserved, actually. For letting traitors dupe them, for listening to humanoids and ignoring the advice of men who really knew what the creechies were like.
None of those guys at HQ had come back to camp and found ashes and wreckage and burned bodies, like he had. And Ok"s body, out where they"d slaughtered the logging crew, it had had an arrow sticking out of each eye like some sort of weird insect with antennae sticking out feeling the air, Christ, he kept seeing that.
One thing anyhow, whatever the phoney "directives" said, the boys at Central wouldn"t be stuck with trying to use "small side-arms" for self-defense. They had fire throwers and machine guns; the 16 little hoppers had machine guns and were useful for dropping firejelly cans from; the five big hoppers had full armament. But they wouldn"t need the big stuff. Just take up a hopper over one of the deforested areas and catch a mess of creechies there, with their d.a.m.ned bows and arrows, and start dropping firejelly cans and watch them run around and burn. It would be all right. It made his belly churn a little to imagine it, just like when he thought about making a woman, or whenever he remembered about when that Sam creechie had attacked him and he had smashed in his whole face with four blows one right after the other. It was eidetic memory plus a more vivid imagination than most men had, no credit due, just happened to be the way he was made.
The fact is, the only time a man is really and entirely a man is when he"s just had a woman or just killed another man. That wasn"t original, he"d read it in some old books; but it was true. That was why he liked to imagine scenes like that. Even if the creechies weren"t actually men.