Geryn ignored the cry. "Do you know what the Great Fire was?"
Tel shook his head.
"The world was once much bigger than it is today," Geryn said. "Once man flew not just between island and mainland, island and island, but skirted the entire globe of the earth. Once man flew to the moon, even to the moving lights in the sky. There were empires, like Toromon, only bigger. And there were many of them. Often they fought with one another, and that was called a war. And the end of the final war was the Great Fire. That was over fifteen hundred years ago. Most of the world, from what little we know of it today, is scarred with strips of impa.s.sable land, the sea is run through with deadly currents. Only fragments of the earth, widely separated can hold life. Toromon may be the only one, for all we are sure of. And now we will have another war."
Some one from the bar yelled, "So what if it comes? It might bring some excitement."
Geryn whirled. "You don"t understand!" He whipped one hand through his shocked white hair. "What are we fighting? We don"t know. It"s something mysterious and unnamable on the other side of the radiation barrier. Why are we fighting?"
"Because ..." began a bored voice at the bar.
"Because," interrupted Geryn, suddenly pointing directly at Tel"s face, "we have to fight. Toromon has gotten into a situation where its excesses must be channelled toward something external. Our science has outrun our economics. Our laws have become stricter, and we say it is to stop the rising lawlessness. But it is to supply workers for the mines that the laws tighten, workers who will dig more tetron, that more citizens shall be jobless, and must therefore become lawless to survive.
Ten years ago, before the aquariums, fish was five times its present price. There was perhaps four per cent unemployment in Toron. Today the prices of fish are a fifth of what they were, yet unemployment has reached twenty-five per cent of the city"s populace. A quarter of our people starve. More arrive every day. What will we do with them? We will use them to fight a war. Our university turns out scientists whose science we can not use lest it put more people out of work. What will we do with them? We will use them to fight a war. Eventually the mines will flood us with tetron, too much for even the aquariums and the hydroponic gardens. It will be used for the war."
"Then what?" asked Tel.
"We do not know who or what we are fighting," repeated Geryn. "We will be fighting ourselves, but we will not know it. According to the books, it is customary in a war to keep each side in complete ignorance of the other. Or give them lies like those we use to frighten children instead of truth. But here the truth may be ..." His voice trailed off.
"What"s your plan?" Tel asked.
There was another laugh at the bar.
"Somehow," and his voice was lower. "Somehow we must get ready to save something, salvage some fragment from the destruction that will come.
There are only a few of us who know all this, who understand it, who know what ... what has to be done."
"What is that?" Tel asked again.
Suddenly Geryn whirled. "Drinks!" he called. "Drinks all around!" The quiet amus.e.m.e.nt and general lethargy disappeared as the people moved to the bar. "Drink up, friends, my fellows!" cried Geryn.
"Your plan?" Tel asked again, puzzled.
"I"ll tell you," answered the old man, almost in a whisper. "I"ll tell you. But not just yet. Not just ..." He turned back again. "Drink up!"
Three men who already had their gla.s.ses gave a cheer.
"Are you with me, friends?" Geryn demanded.
"We"re with you," six more cried, laughing, clinking their gla.s.ses hard on the table top as Tel looked from Alter to Rara and back.
"My plan ..." began Geryn. "Have you all had a gla.s.s? All of you?
Another round for everybody. Yes, a second round!"
There was a solid cheer, now. Gla.s.s bottoms turned toward the ceiling, then whammed on the counter top again.
"My plan is to--you understand it"s not just my plan, but only a small part in a great plan, a plan to save us all--my plan is to kidnap Prince Let from the palace. That"s the part that we must do. Are you with me, friends?" A yell rose, and somebody had started a friendly fight at the end of the bar. Then Geryn"s voice suddenly broke through the sound, low, in a grating whisper that silenced them for seconds. "Because you must be with me! The time is tonight. I have ... I have it planned." The voices halted, and then heaved to a roar. "Tonight," repeated Geryn, though hardly anyone could hear him. "I have it planned. Only you"ve got to be ... be with me."
Tel frowned and Alter shook her head. The old man had closed his eyes for a moment. Rara was beside him, her hand on his shoulder. "You"re going to get yourself sick with all this yelling. Let me get you up to your room."
As she turned him toward the stairs, the scarred giant who had been given a drink, now rose from the table, looked straight at Geryn, then drained his gla.s.s.
Geryn nodded, drew a breath through his teeth, and then allowed Rara to lead him up the stairs as Tel and Alter watched.
The noise among the drinking men and women at the bar increased.
CHAPTER IV
She made a note on her pad, put down her slide rule, and picked up a pearl snap with which she fastened together the shoulder panels of her white dress. The maid said, "Ma"am, shall I do your hair now?"
"One second," Clea said. She turned to page 328 of her integral tables, checked the increment of sub-cosine A plus B over the _n_th root of A to the _n_th plus B to the _n_th, and transferred it to her notebook.
"Ma"am?" asked the maid. She was a thin woman, about thirty. The little finger of her left hand was gone.
"You can start now." Clea leaned back in the beauty-hammock and lifted the dark ma.s.s of her hair from her neck. The maid caught the ebony wealth with one hand and reached for the end of the four yards of silver chain strung with alternate pearls and diamonds each inch and a half.
"Ma"am?" asked the maid again. "What are you figuring on?"
"I"m trying to determine the inverse sub-trigonometric functions. Dalen Golga, he was my mathematics professor at the university, discovered the regular ones, but n.o.body"s come up with the inverses yet."
"Oh," said the maid. She ceased weaving the jeweled chain a moment, took a comb, and whipped it through a cascade of hair that fell back on Clea"s shoulder. "Eh ... what are you going to do with them, once you find them?"
"Actually," said Clea. "Ouch ..."
"Oh, pardon me, I"m sorry, please ..."
"Actually," went on Clea, "they"ll be perfectly useless. At least as far as anyone knows now. They exist, so to speak, in a world that has little to do with ours. Like the world of imaginary numbers, the square root of minus one. Eventually we may find use for them, perhaps in the same way we use imaginary numbers to find the roots of equations of a higher order than two, because cosine theta plus _I_ sine theta equals _e_ to the _I_ sine theta, which lets us ..."
"Ma"am?"
"Well, that is to say they haven"t been able to do anything like that with the sub-trigonometric functions yet. But they"re fun."
"Bend your head a little to the left, ma"am," was the maid"s comment.
Clea bent.
"You"re going to look beautiful." Four and five fingers wove deftly in her hair. "Just beautiful."
"I hope that Tomar can get here. It"s not going to be any fun without him."
"But isn"t the King coming?" asked the maid. "I saw his acceptance note myself. You know it was on very simple paper. Very elegant."
"My father will enjoy that a good deal more than I will. My brother went to school with the King before ... before his Majesty"s coronation."
"That"s amazing," said the maid. "Were they friends? Just think of it?
Do you know whether they were friends or not?"