"Sorry to startle you, Tom," he said. "I know, you were going to have a drink and forget about everything for a few hours. Why don"t you have the drink, anyway?"
He nodded toward the bar built into a corner of the apartment living room. I never used the thing unless there were guests on hand; but it was always stocked-that was part of the maintenance agreement in the lease. I went over and punched the b.u.t.tons for a single brandy and water. I knew there was no use offering Padma alcohol.
"How did you get in here?" I said, with back to him.
"I told your supervisor you were looking for me," Padma said. "He let me in. We Exotics aren"t so common on your world here that he didn"t recognize me."
I swallowed half the gla.s.s at a gulp, carried the drink back, and sat down in a chair opposite him. The background lighting in the apartment had gone on automatically when night darkened the windows. It was a soft light, pouring from the corners of the ceiling and from little random apertures and niches in the walls. Under it, in his blue robe, with this ageless face, Padma looked like the image of a buddah, beyond all the human and ordinary storms of life.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. "I"ve been looking all over for you."
"That"s why I"m here," Padma said. "The situation being what it is, you would want to appeal to me to help you with it. So I wanted to see you away from any place where you might blame my refusal to help on outside pressures."
"Refusal?" I said. It was probably my imagination; but the brandy and water I had swallowed seemed to have gone to my head already. I felt light-minded and unreal. "You aren"t even going to listen to me first before saying no?"
"My hope," said Padma, "is that you"ll listen to me, first, Tom, before rejecting what I"ve got to tell you. You"re thinking that I could bring pressure to bear on Ian Graeme to move his soldiers half a world away from Blauvain, or otherwise take the situation out of its critical present phase. But the truth is I could not; and even if I could, I would not."
"Would not," I echoed, muzzily.
"Yes. Would not. But not just because of personal choice. For four centuries now, Tom, we students of the Exotic Sciences have been telling other men and women that our human race was committed to a future, to the workings of history as it is. It"s true we Exotics have a calculative technique now, called ontogenetics, that helps us to resolve any present or predicted moment into its larger historical factors. We"ve made no secret of having such techniques. But that doesn"t mean we can control what will happen, particularly while other men still tend to reject the very thing we work with-the concept of a large, shifting pattern of events that involves all of us and our lives."
"I"m a Catholic," I said. "I don"t believe in predestination."
"Neither do we on Mara and Kultis," said Pad-ma. "But we do believe in a physics of human action and interaction, which we believe works in a certain direction, toward a certain goal which we now think is less than a hundred years off- if, in fact, we haven"t already reached it. Movement toward that goal has been building up for at least the last thousand years; and by now the momentum of its forces is ma.s.sive. No single individual or group of individuals at the present time have the ma.s.s to oppose or turn that movement from its path. Only something greater than a human being as we know a human being might do that."
"Sure," I said. The gla.s.s in my hand was empty. I did not remember drinking the rest of its contents; but the alcohol was bringing me a certain easing of weariness and tension. I got up, went back to the bar, and came back with a full gla.s.s, while Padma waited silently.
"Sure, I understand. You think you"ve spotted a historical trend here; and you don"t want to interfere for fear of spoiling it A fancy excuse to do nothing."
"Not an excuse, Tom," Padma said; and there was something different, like a deep gong- note in his voice, that blew the fumes of the brandy clear from my wits for a second and made me look at him. "I"m not telling you I won"t do anything about the situation. I"m telling you that I can"t do anything about it. Even if I tried to do something, it would be no use. It"s not for you alone that the situation is too ma.s.sive; it"s that way for everyone."
"How do you know if you don"t try?" I said. "Let me see you try, and it not work Then maybe I"d believe you."
"Tom," he said, "can you lift me out of this chair?"
I blinked at him. I am no Dorsai, as I think I have said, but I am large for my world, which meant in this case that I was a head taller than Padma and perhaps a quarter again the weight. Also I was undoubtedly younger; and I had worked all my life to stay in good physical condition. I could have lifted someone my own weight out of that chair with no trouble, and Padma was less than that.
"Unless you"re tied down," I said.
"I"m not." He stood up briefly, and then sat again. "Try and lift me, Tom."
I put my gla.s.s down, stepped over to his float and stood behind him. I wrapped my arms around his body under his armpits, and lifted-at first easily, then with all my strength.
But not only could I not lift him, I could not budge him. If he had been a lifesized statue of stone I would have expected to feel more reaction and movement in response to my efforts.
I gave up finally, panting, and stood back from him.
"What do you weigh?" I demanded.
"No more than you think Sit down again, Tom-" I did. "Don"t let it bother you. It"s a trick, of course. No, not a mechanical trick, a physiological one-but a trick just the same, that"s been shown on stage at times, at least during the last four hundred years."
"Stand up," I said. "Let me try again."
He did. I did. He was still immovable.
"Now," he said, when I had given up a second time. "Try once more; and you"ll find you can lift me."
I wiped my forehead, put my arms around him, and heaved upward with all my strength.
I almost threw him against the ceiling overhead. Numbly I set him down again.
"You see?" he said, reseating himself "Just as I knew you could not lift me until I let you, I know that there is nothing I can do to alter present events here on St. Marie from their present direction. But you can."
"I can?" I stared at him, then exploded. "Then for G.o.d"s sake tell me how?"
He shook his head, slowly.
"I"m sorry, Tom," he said. "But that"s just what I can"t do. I only know that, resolved to ontogenetic terms, the situation here shows you as a pivotal character. On you, as a point, the bundle of human forces that were concentrated here and bent toward destruction by another such pivotal character, may be redirected back into the general historical pattern with a minimum of harm. I tell you this so that being aware of it, you can be watching for opportunities to redirect. That"s all I can do."
Incredibly, with those words, he got up and went toward the door of the apartment.
"Hold on!" I said, and he stopped, turning back momentarily. "This other pivotal character. Who"s he?"
Padma shook his head again.
"It would do you no good to know," he said. "I give you my word he is now far away from the situation and will not be coming back to it He is not even on the planet."
"One of the a.s.sa.s.sins of Kensie!" I said. "And they"ve gotten away, off-planet!"
"No," said Padma. "No. The men who a.s.sa.s.sinated Kensie are only tools of events. If none of them had existed, three others would have been there in their place. Forget this other pivotal character, Tom. He was no more in charge of the situation he created than you are in charge of the situation here and now. He was simply, like you, in a position that gave him freedom of choice. Good night."
With those last words, he was suddenly out the door and gone. To this day I cannot remember if he moved particularly swiftly; or whether for some reason I now can"t remember I simply let him go. Just-all at once I was alone.
Fatigue rolled over me like the heavy waves of some ocean of mercury. I stumbled into the bedroom, fell on my sleeping float, and that was all I remembered until-only a second later, it seemed-I woke to the hammering of my telephone"s chimes on my ears.
I reached out, fumbled at the bedside table and pushed the on b.u.t.ton.
"Velt here," I said, thickly.
"Tom-this is More. Tom? Is that you, Tom?"
I licked my lips, swallowed and spoke more understandably.
"It"s me," I said. "What"s the call for?"
"Where"ve you been?"
"Sleeping," I said. "What"s the call for?"
"I"ve got to talk to you. Can you come-"
"You come here," I said. "I"ve got to get up and dress and get some coffee in me before I go anyplace. You can talk to me while I"m doing it."
I punched off. He was still saying something at the other end of the line but just then I did not care what it was.
I pushed my dead-heavy body out of bed and began to move. I was dressed and at the coffee when he came.
"Have a cup." I pushed it at him as he sat down at the porch table with me. He took it automatically.
"Tom-" he said. The cup trembled in his hand as he lifted it and he sipped hastily from it before putting it down again. "Tom, you were in the Blue Front once, weren"t you?"
"Weren"t we all?" I said. "Back when we and it were young together; and it was an idealistic outfit aimed at putting some order and system into our world government?"
"Yes, yes of course," Moro said. "But what I mean is, if you were a member once, maybe you know who to contact now-"
I began to laugh. I laughed so hard I had to put my cup down to avoid spilling it.
"Moro, don"t you know better than that?" I said. "If I knew who the present leaders of the Blue Front were, they"d be in jail. The Blauvain police commissioner-the head law enforcement man of our capital city-is the last man the Blue Front would be in touch with nowadays. They"d come to you, first. You were a member once, too, back in college days, remember?"
"Yes," he said miserably. "But I don"t know anything now, just as you"re saying. I thought you might have informers, or suspicions you couldn"t prove, or-"
"None of them," I said. "All right. Why do you want to know who"s running the Blue Front, now?"
"I thought I"d make an appeal to them, to give up the a.s.sa.s.sins of Kensie Graeme-to save the Blauvain people. Tom-" he stared directly at me. "Just an hour ago the enlisted men of the mercenaries took a vote on whether to demand their officers lead them on the city. They voted over ninety-four per cent, in favor. And Pel... Pel"s finally mobilized his militia; but I don"t think he means to help us. He"s been trying to get in to talk to Ian all day."
"All day?" I glanced at the time on my wrist unit. "4:25-it"s not 4:25 pm, now?"
"Yes," said Moro, staring at me. "I thought you knew."
"I didn"t mean to sleep like this!" I came out of the chair, moving toward the door. "Pel"s trying to see Ian? The sooner we get down and see him ourselves, the better."
So we went. But we were too late. By the time we got to Expedition Headquarters and past the junior officers to the door of the office where Ian was, Pel was already with Ian. I brushed aside the Force Leader barring our way and walked in, followed by Moro.
Pel was standing facing Ian, who sat at a desk surrounded by stacks of filmprints. He got to his feet as Moro and I appeared.
"That"ll be all right, Force-leader," he said to the officer behind us. "Tom, I"m glad you"re here. Mr. Mayor, though, if you don"t mind waiting outside, I"ll see you in a few minutes."
Moro had little choice but to go out again. The door shut behind him, Ian waved me to a chair beside Pel, and sat down again himself.
"Go ahead, General," he said to Pel. "Repeat what you"d started to tell me, for the benefit of Tom, here."
Pel glanced savagely at me for a second out of the edge of his eyes before answering.
"This doesn"t have anything to do with the Police Commissioner of Blauvain," he said, "or anyone else of St. Marie."
"Repeat," said Ian again. He did not raise his voice. The word was simply an iron door dropped in Pel"s way, forcing him to turn back Pel glanced once more, grimly at me.
"I was just saying," he said, "if Commander Graeme would go to the encampment and speak to the enlisted men there, he could probably get them to vote unanimously."
"Vote unanimously for what?" I asked.
"For a house-to-house search of the Blauvain area," Ian answered.
"The city"s been cordoned," Pel said quickly. "A search like that would turn up the a.s.sa.s.sins in a matter of hours, with the whole expeditionary force searching."
"Sure," I said, "and with the actual a.s.sa.s.sins, there"d be a few hundred suspected a.s.sa.s.sins, or people who fought or ran for the wrong reason, killed or wounded by the searchers. Even if the Blue Front didn"t take advantage of the opportunity-which they certainly would-to start gunfights with the soldiers in the city streets."
"What of it?" said Pel, talking to Ian rather than to me. "Your troops can handle any Blue Front people. And you"d be doing St. Marie a favor to wipe them out."
"If the whole thing didn"t develop into a wiping-out of the whole civilian population of the city," I said.
"You"re implying, Tom," said Pel, "that the Exotic troops can"t be controlled by-"
Ian cut him short.
"Your suggestion, General," he said, "is the same one I"ve been getting from other quarters. Someone else is here with it right now. I"ll let you listen to the answer I give him."
He turned toward his desk annunciator.
"Send in Groupman Whallo," he said.
He straightened up and turned back to us as the door to his office opened and in came the mercenary noncom I had brushed past out there. In the light, I saw it was the immigrant Dorsai of the Hunter Team I had encountered-the man who had been a Dorsai fourteen years.
"Sir!" he said, stopping a few steps before Ian and saluting. Uncovered himself, Ian did not return the salute.
"You"ve got a message for me?" Ian said. "Go ahead. I want these gentlemen to hear it, and my answer."
"Yes sir," said Whallo. I could see him glance at and recognize me out of the corner of his eyes. "As representative of the enlisted men of the Expedition, I have been sent to convey to you the results of our latest vote on orders. By unanimous vote, the enlisted men of this command have concurred in the need for a single operation."
"Which is?"
"That a house-to-house search of the Blauvain city area be made for the a.s.sa.s.sins of Reid Commander Graeme," said Whallo. He nodded at lan"s desk and for the first time I saw solidigraphs there-artists" impressions, undoubtedly, but looking remarkably lifelike of three men in civilian clothes. "There"s no danger we won"t recognize them when we find them."
Whallo"s formal and artificial delivery was at odds with the way I had heard him speak when I had run into him at the Hunter Team site. There was, it occurred to me suddenly, probably a military protocol even to matters like this-even to the matter of a man"s death and the possible death of a city. It came as a little shock to realize it and for the first time I began to feel something of what Padma had meant in saying that the momentum of forces involved here was ma.s.sive. For a second it was almost as if I could feel those forces like great winds, blowing on the present moment. -But Ian was already answering him.
"Any house-to-house search involves possible military errors and danger to the civilian population," he was saying. "The military record of my brother is not to be marred after his death by any intemperate order from me."
"Yes sir," said Whallo. "I"m sorry sir; but the en-listed men of the expedition had hoped that the action would be ordered by you. Their decision calls for six hours in which you may consider the matter before our Enlisted Men"s Council takes the responsibility for the action upon itself. Meanwhile, the Hunter Teams will be withdrawn-this is part of the voted decision."
"That, too?" said Ian.
"I"m sorry, sir. But you know," said Whallo, "they"ve been at a dead end for some hours now. The trail was lost in traffic; and the men might be anywhere in the central part of the city."
"Yes," said Ian. "Well, thank you for your message, Groupman."
"Sir!" said Whallo. He saluted again and went out.
As the door closed behind him, lan"s head turned back to face Pel and myself "You heard, gentlemen," he said. "Now, I"ve got work to do."