"Ah." Miles took a deep breath, and launched himself. "Suegar, it"s come to me. I am am the other One." the other One."
Suegar nodded serenely, unsurprised. "I"d had it figured."
Miles paused, nonplussed. Was that all the response . . . ? He had expected something more energetic, either pro or con. "It came to me in a vision," he declared dramatically, following his script anyway.
"Oh, yeah?" Suegar"s attention sharpened gratifyingly. "I"ve never gotten a vision," he added with envy. "Had to figure it all out, y"know, from context. What"s it like? A trance?"
s.h.i.t, and here I thought this guy talked with elves and angels. . . . Miles backed down slightly. "No, it"s like a thought, only more compelling. It storms your will-burns like l.u.s.t, only not so easy to satisfy. Not like a trance, because it drives you outward, not inward." He hesitated, unsettled, having spoken more truth than he"d intended. Miles backed down slightly. "No, it"s like a thought, only more compelling. It storms your will-burns like l.u.s.t, only not so easy to satisfy. Not like a trance, because it drives you outward, not inward." He hesitated, unsettled, having spoken more truth than he"d intended.
Suegar looked vastly encouraged. "Oh, good. I was afraid for a second you might be one of those guys who start talking to people n.o.body else can see."
Miles glanced upward involuntarily, returned his gaze straightly to Suegar.
"-so that"s a vision. Why, I"ve felt like that." His eyes seemed to focus and intensify.
"Didn"t you recognize it in yourself?" asked Miles blandly.
"Not by name . . . it"s not a comfortable thing, to be chosen so. I tried to evade it for a long time, but G.o.d finds ways of dealing with draft dodgers."
"You"re too modest, Suegar. You"ve believed in your scripture, but not in yourself. Don"t you know that when you"re given a task, you"re given the power to accomplish it as well?"
Suegar sighed in joyous satisfaction. "I knew it was a job for two. It"s just like the scripture said."
"Uh, right. So now we are two. But we must be more. I guess we"d better start with your friends."
"That won"t take much time," said Suegar wryly. "You got a step two in mind, I hope?"
"Then we"ll start with your enemies. Or your nodding acquaintances. We"ll start with the first bleeding body that crosses our path. It doesn"t matter where we start, because I mean to have them all, in the end. All, to the last and least." A particularly apt quote shot across his memory, and he declaimed vigorously, " "Those who have ears, let them hear." All." Miles sent a prayer up from his heart with that one.
"All right," Miles pulled Suegar to his feet, "let"s go preach to the unconverted."
Suegar laughed suddenly. "I had a top kick once who used to say, "Let"s go kick some a.s.s," in just that tone of voice."
"That, too," Miles grimaced. "You understand, universal membership in this congregation won"t come all voluntary. But you leave the recruiting to me, hear?"
Suegar stroked his beard hairs, regarded Miles from beneath raised brows. "A clerk, eh?"
"Right."
"Yes, sir."
They started with Oliver.
Miles gestured. "May we step into your office?"
Oliver rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and sniffed. "Let me give you a piece of advice, boy. You ain"t gonna make it in here as a stand-up comic. Every joke that can possibly be made has been run into the ground. Even the sick ones."
"Very well." Miles sat cross-legged, near Oliver"s mat, but not too near. Suegar hunkered down behind Miles"s shoulder, not so welded to the ground, as if ready to skip backwards if necessary. "I"ll lay it out straight, then. I don"t like the way things are run around here."
Oliver"s mouth twisted sardonically; he did not comment aloud. He didn"t need to.
"I"m going to change them," Miles added.
"s.h.i.t," said Oliver, and rolled back over.
"Starting here and now."
After a moment"s silence Oliver added, "Go away or I"ll pound you."
Suegar started to get up; Miles irritably motioned him back down.
"He was a commando," Suegar whispered worriedly. "He can break you in half."
"Nine-tenths of the people in this camp can break me in half, including the girls," Miles whispered back. "It"s not a significant consideration."
Miles leaned forward, grasped Oliver"s chin, and twisted his face back toward him. Suegar sucked his breath through his teeth with a whistle at this dangerous tactic.
"Now, there"s this about cynicism, Sergeant. It"s the universe"s most supine moral position. Real comfortable. If nothing can be done, then you"re not some kind of s.h.i.t for not doing it, and you can lie there and stink to yourself in perfect peace."
Oliver batted Miles"s hand down, but did not turn away again. Rage flared in his eyes. "Suegar tell you I was a sergeant?" he hissed.
"No, it"s written on your forehead in letters of fire. Listen up, Oliver-"
Oliver rolled over and up as far as supporting his upper body with his knuckles on his sleeping mat. Suegar flinched, but did not flee.
"You listen up, mutant," Oliver snarled. "We"ve done it all already. We"ve done drill, and games, and clean living, exercise, and cold showers, except there ain"t no cold showers. We"ve done group sings and floor shows. We"ve done it by the numbers, by the book, by candlelight. We"ve done it by force, and made real war on each other. After that we did sin and s.e.x and sadism till we were ready to puke. We"ve done it all at least ten times. You think you"re the first reformer to come through here?"
"No, Oliver," Miles leaned into his face, his eyes boring into Oliver"s burning eyes unscorched. His voice fell to a whisper. "I think I"m the last."
Oliver was silent a moment, then barked a laugh. "By G.o.d, Suegar has found his soul-mate at last. Two loonies together, just like his scripture says."
Miles paused thoughtfully, sat up as straight as his spine would allow. "Read me your scripture, again, Suegar. The full text." He closed his eyes for total concentration, also to discourage interruptions from Oliver.
Suegar rustled around and cleared his throat nervously. "For those that shall be the heirs of salvation," " he began. " Thus they went along toward the gate. Now you must note that the city stood upon a mighty hill, but the pilgrims went up that hill with ease, because they had these two men to lead them by the arms; also they had left their mortal garments behind them in the river, for though they went in with them, they came out without them. They therefore went up here with much agility and speed, through the foundation upon which the city was framed higher than the clouds. They therefore went up through the regions of the air . . ." " He added apologetically, "It breaks off there. That"s where I tore the page. Not sure what that signifies."
"Probably means that after that you"re supposed to improvise for yourself," Miles suggested, opening his eyes again. So, that was the raw material he was building on. He had to admit the last line in particular gave him a turn, a chill like a bellyfull of cold worms. So be it. Forward.
"There you are, Oliver. That"s what I"m offering. The only hope worth breathing for. Salvation itself."
"Very uplifting," sneered Oliver.
" "Uplifted" is just what I intend you all to be. You"ve got to understand, Oliver, I"m a fundamentalist. I take my scriptures very very literally." literally."
Oliver opened his mouth, then closed it with a snap. Miles had his utter attention.
Communication at last, Miles breathed inwardly. Miles breathed inwardly. We have connected. We have connected.
"It would take a miracle," said Oliver at last, "to uplift this whole place."
"Mine is not a theology of the elect. I intend to preach to the ma.s.ses. Even," he was definitely getting into the swing of this, "the sinners. Heaven is for everyone."
"But miracles, by their very nature, must break in from outside. We don"t carry them in our pockets-"
"You don"t, that"s for sure," muttered Oliver with a glance at Miles"s undress.
"-we can only pray, and prepare ourselves for a better world. But miracles come only to the prepared. Are you prepared, Oliver?" Miles leaned forward, his voice vibrating with energy.
"Sh- . ." Oliver"s voice trailed off. He glanced for confirmation, oddly enough, at Suegar. "Is this guy for real?"
"He thinks he"s faking it," said Suegar blandly, "but he"s not. He"s the One, all right and tight."
The cold worms writhed again. Dealing with Suegar, Miles decided, was like fencing in a hall of mirrors. Your target, though real, was never quite where it looked like it should be.
Oliver inhaled. Hope and fear, belief and doubt, intermingled in his face. "How shall we be saved, Rev"rend?"
"Ah-call me Brother Miles, I think. Yes. Tell me-how many converts can you deliver on your own naked, unsupported authority?"
Oliver looked extremely thoughtful. "Just let them see that that light, and they"ll follow it anywhere." light, and they"ll follow it anywhere."
"Well . . . well . . . salvation is for all, to be sure, but there may be certain temporary practical advantages to maintaining a priesthood. I mean, blessed also are they who do not see, and yet believe."
"It"s true," agreed Oliver, "that if your religion failed to deliver a miracle, that a human sacrifice would certainly follow."
"Ah . . . quite," Miles gulped. "You are a man of acute insight."
"That"s not an insight," said Oliver. "That"s a personal guarantee."
"Yes, well ... to return to my question. How many followers can you raise? I"m talking bodies here, not souls."
Oliver frowned, cautious still. "Maybe twenty."
"Can any of them bring in others? Branch out, hook in more?"
"Maybe."
"Make them your corporals, then. I think we had better disregard any previous ranks here. Call it, ah, the Army of the Reborn. No. The Reformation Army. That scans better. We shall be re-formed. The body has disintegrated like the caterpillar in its chrysalis, into nasty green gook, but we shall re-form into the b.u.t.terfly and fly away."
Oliver sniffed again. "Just what reforms you planning?"
"Just one, I think. The food."
Oliver gave him a disbelieving stare. "You sure this isn"t just a scam to get yourself a free meal?"
"True, I am am getting hungry . . ." Miles backed off from the joke as Oliver remained icily unimpressed. "But so are a lot of other people. By tomorrow, we can have them all eating out of our hands." getting hungry . . ." Miles backed off from the joke as Oliver remained icily unimpressed. "But so are a lot of other people. By tomorrow, we can have them all eating out of our hands."
"When would you want these twenty guys?"
"By the next chow call." Good, he"d startled the man.
"That soon?"
"You understand, Oliver, the belief that you have all the time in the world is an illusion this place fosters on purpose. Resist it."
"You"re sure in a hurry."
"So, you got a dental appointment? I think not. Besides, I"m only half your ma.s.s. I gotta move twice as fast just to keep up the momentum. Twenty, plus. By next chow call."
"What the h.e.l.l do you think you"re gonna be able to do with twenty guys?"
"We"re going to take the food pile."
Oliver"s lips tightened in disgust. "Not with twenty guys, you"re not. No go. Besides, it"s been done. I told you we"d made real war in here. It"d be a quick ma.s.sacre."
"-and then, after we"ve taken it-we re-distribute it. Fair and square, one rat bar per customer, all controlled and quartermasterly. To sinners and all. By the next chow call everybody who"s ever been shorted will be coming over to us. And then we"ll be in a position to deal with the hard cases."
"You"re nuts. You can"t do it. Not with twenty guys."
"Did I say we were only going to have twenty guys? Suegar, did I say that?"
Suegar, listening in rapt fascination, shook his head.
"Well, I ain"t sticking my neck out to get pounded unless you can produce some visible means of support," said Oliver. "This could get us killed."
"Can do," Miles promised recklessly. One had to start lifting somewhere; his imaginary bootstraps would do well enough. "I will deliver 500 troops to the sacred cause by chow call."
"You do that, and I"ll walk the perimeter of this camp naked on my hands," retorted Oliver.
Miles grinned. "I may hold you to that, Sergeant. Twenty plus. By chow call." Miles stood. "Come on, Suegar."
Oliver waved them off irritably. They retreated in good order. When Miles looked back over his shoulder, Oliver had arisen, and was walking toward a group of occupied mats tangential to his own, waving down an apparent acquaintance.
"So where do we get 500 troops before next chow call?" Suegar asked. "I better warn you, Oliver was the best thing I had. The next is bound to be tougher."
"What," said Miles, "is your faith wavering so soon?"
"I believe," said Suegar, "I just don"t see. Maybe that makes me blessed, I dunno."
"I"m surprised. I thought it was pretty obvious. There." Miles pointed across the camp toward the unmarked border of the women"s group.
"Oh." Suegar stopped short. "Oh, oh. I don"t think so, Miles."
"Yes. Let"s go."
"You won"t get in there without a change-of-s.e.x operation."
"What, as G.o.d-driven as you are, haven"t you tried to preach your scripture to them?"
"I tried. Got pounded. Tried elsewhere after that."