"I don"t mind the ch.o.r.es," she said. "But it might be fun to have a big fellow like that to shove around." She was trying valiantly to hold up her end, but the vein in her temple was throbbing.
Well, the next forty-eight hours were more than interesting. Soth turned out to be what the doctor ordered, literally and figuratively. After I"d taken him on a tour of the place, I showed him how to work the automatic devices--food preparation, laundry and cleaning. And after one lesson, he served us faultless meals with a quiet efficiency that was actually restful, even miraculously to Vicki.
She began relaxing in his presence and planning a few outside projects "to get our money"s worth" out of the behemoth. This was our earliest joke about Soth, because he certainly was no expense or problem to maintain. As the Ollie had promised, he thrived on our table sc.r.a.ps and a pink concoction which he mixed by pouring a few drops of purple liquid from a pocket vial into a gallon pitcher of water. The stuff would be supplied by the Ollies at a cost of about a dollar eighty a week.
Sat.u.r.day afternoon, Vicki bravely took over teaching him the amenities of butlering and the intricacies of bed-making. After a short session in the bedroom, she came out looking thoughtful.
"He"s awfully real looking," she said. "And you can"t read a darned thing in his eyes. How far can you trust him, Cliff? You know--around women?"
Fred looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said, "Well, let"s find out."
We sat down and called Soth into the living room. He came and stood before us, erect, poised and motionless.
Fred said, "Disrobe. Remove all your clothing. Strip!"
Vicki sucked in her breath.
The Soth replied instantly, "Your order conflicts with my conditioning.
I must not remove my covering in the presence of an Earthwoman."
Fred scratched his gray temple thoughtfully. "Then, Vicki, would you mind disrobing, please?"
She gulped again. Fred was an old friend, but not exactly the family doctor.
He sensed her mild outrage. "You"ll never stop wondering if you don"t,"
he said.
She looked at Fred, me, and then Soth. Then she stood up gingerly, as if edging into a cold shower, gritted her teeth, grasped the catch to her full-length zipper of her blue lounging suit and stripped it from armpit to ankle. As she stepped out of it, I saw why she had peeled it off like you would a piece of adhesive tape: It was a warm day, and she wore no undergarments.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
Soth moved so softly I didn"t hear him go, but Fred was watching him--Fred"s eyes were where they belonged. Soth stopped in the archway to the dining room with his back turned. Fred was at his side.
"Why did you leave?" Fred demanded.
"I am not permitted to remain in the company of an uncovered Earthwoman ... unless she directs me to do so."
While Vicki fled behind the French door to dress herself, Fred asked, "Are there any other restrictions to your behavior in the presence of Earthwomen?"
"Many."
"Recount some of them."
"An Earthwoman may not be touched, regardless of her wishes, unless danger to her life requires it."
"Looks like you wash your own back, Vicki," I chuckled.
"What else?" she asked, poking her head out. "I mean what other things can"t you do?"
"There are many words I may not utter, postures I may not a.s.sume, and certain duties I may not perform. Certain answers to questions may not be given in the presence of an Earthwoman."
Fred whistled. "The Ollies have mastered more than our language ... I thought you said they were noted mainly for their linguistic talents, Cliff."
I was surprised, too. In the s.p.a.ce of a few hectic months our alien visitors had probed deeply into our culture, mores and taboos--and then had had the genius to instill their compounded discretions into their Soths.
I said, "Satisfied, Vicki?"
She was still arranging herself. Her lips curled up at the corners impishly. "I"m almost disappointed," she said. "I do an all-out striptease, and no one looks but my husband. Of course," she added thoughtfully, "I suppose that"s something...."
Fred stayed with us until Sunday evening. I went down to the pier to smoke a good-night pipe with him, and get his private opinion.
"I"m buying a hundred shares of Worldwide stock tomorrow," he declared.
"That critter is worth his weight in diamonds to every well-heeled housewife in the country. In fact, put me down for one of your first models. I wouldn"t mind having a laundry sorter and morning coffee-pourer, myself."
"Think he"s safe, do you?"
"No more emotions than that stump over there. And it baffles me. He has self-awareness, pain-sensitivity and a fantastic vocabulary, yet I needled him all afternoon with every semantic hypo I could think of without getting a flicker of emotion out of him." He paused.
"Incidentally, I made him strip for me in my room. You"ll be as confused as I was to learn that he"s every inch a man in his format."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"Made me wonder what his duties included back on his home planet ... but as I said, no emotions. With the set of built-in inhibitions he has, he"d beat a eunuch out of his job any day of the week."
A few seconds later, Fred dropped into his little two-seater and skimmed off for home, leaving me with a rather disturbing question in my mind.
I went back to the house and cornered Soth out in the kitchen alone.
Vicki had him polishing all the antique silverware.
"Are there female Soths?" I asked point-blank.
He looked down at me with that relaxed, pink look and said, "No, Mr.
Collins," and went back to his polishing.
The d.a.m.ned liar. He knew what I meant. He justified himself on a technicality.
I left Vicki Monday morning with more confidence than I"d had in ages.
She had slept especially well, and the only thing on her mind was Clumsy"s disappearance. He hadn"t shown up since Soth scared the fleas off him with that hiss.
At the office, I had my girl transcribe my notes and work up a memorandum to the board of directors. We sent it around before noon, and shortly after lunch I had calls from all ten of them, including the chairman. It was not that they considered it such a big thing--they were just plainly curious. We scheduled a meeting for Tuesday morning, to talk the thing over.
That night when I got home, all was serene. Soth served us c.o.c.ktails, dinner and a late snack, and had the place tidied up by bedtime. He did all this and managed to remain virtually invisible. He moved so quietly and with such uncanny antic.i.p.ation of our demands, it was if he were an old family retainer, long versed in our habits and customs.