When she got up to her apartment, Orbit greeted her with a yawn that displayed his mouthful of sharply pointed teeth. It was hard to impress a tsiongi. Had she bought a beffel, it would have danced around her and jumped up on her, squeaking wildly all the time. But a beffel would have wrecked the apartment while she was gone. Orbit didn"t do things like that.
One of the pieces of mail she"d picked up was a flyer that began, IN CASE OF EMERGENCY IN CASE OF EMERGENCY. The emergency it was talking about was a Deutsch attack. Nesseref began to wonder if she should have been glad to come home.
Every step Sam Yeager took out from the hub of the starship made him feel heavier. Every step he took also made him hotter; the Race favored temperatures like those of a very hot day in Los Angeles. Turning to his son, he said, "You"re dressed for the weather better than I am, that"s for sure."
As at his previous meeting with Ka.s.squit, Jonathan wore only a pair of shorts. He nodded and said, "You must be dying in that uniform."
"I"ll get by." Sam chuckled. "Ka.s.squit"ll be better dressed for it than either one of us." Jonathan didn"t answer that; Sam suspected he"d embarra.s.sed his son by implying that he noticed what a woman was or wasn"t wearing.
Somewhat to his surprise, the Lizard leading them to Ka.s.squit turned out to speak English. He said, "The whole notion of wrappings, except to protect yourselves from the nasty cold on Tosev 3, is nothing but foolishness."
"No." Sam made the negative hand gesture. He thought about going into the language of the Race, but decided not to; English was better suited to the subject matter. "Clothes are also part of our s.e.xual display. Sometimes they keep us from thinking about mating, but sometimes they make us think about it."
Had their guide been a human being, he would have sniffed. As things were, he waggled his eye turrets and spoke one dismissive word: "Foolishness."
"Do you think so?" Jonathan Yeager asked in the language of the Race. "Would you say the same thing after you smell the pheromones of a female who has just tasted ginger?" The Lizard didn"t answer. In fact, he didn"t say another word till he"d led Sam and Jonathan to the chamber in which Ka.s.squit sat waiting for them.
"I greet you, superior female," Sam said in the language of the Race. His son echoed him. They both briefly a.s.sumed the posture of respect.
Ka.s.squit got up from her seat and politely returned it. She was smoother at it than either of them, having no doubt had much more practice. "I greet you, Sam Yeager, Jonathan Yeager," she said, and sat down again.
"It is good to see you once more," Sam said. It was disconcerting to see so much of her; he had to work to keep his eyes on her face and not on her small, firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s or the slit between her legs, which looked all the more naked for being shaved. She made no move to conceal herself; she had no idea that she ought to conceal herself. Jonathan"s right, Jonathan"s right, Sam thought. Sam thought. I"m not as used to skin as he is. I"m not as used to skin as he is.
"And it is good to see both of you," she answered seriously, innocent in her nakedness. "I shall remember your visits all the days of my life, for they are so different from anything I have known before."
"They are different for us, too," Jonathan said. "You live in s.p.a.ce. To us, getting here is an adventure in itself."
"I did not think it would be so bad," Ka.s.squit said in obvious dismay; adventure adventure had connotations of hardship in the language of the Race that it lacked in English. "You came on one of our shuttlecraft, after all, and with us s.p.a.ceflight is routine." had connotations of hardship in the language of the Race that it lacked in English. "You came on one of our shuttlecraft, after all, and with us s.p.a.ceflight is routine."
Sam did his best to spread oil on troubled waters: "One of these days, it would be nice if you could visit us down on the surface of Tosev 3."
"I have thought of this," Ka.s.squit said. "I do not yet know whether it can be arranged, or whether it would prove expedient if it can."
Ever since he"d whiled away summer afternoons fishing for bluegill and c.r.a.ppie in the creek that ran through his parents" farm, Sam had known how to bait a hook. "Would you not be interested to learn what being among Tosevites is like?" he asked. "If you wore our style of wrappings and false hair, you would look just like everyone else."
If that wasn"t bait, he didn"t know what was. Poor Ka.s.squit had to be the most isolated individual in the world. Even Mickey and Donald don"t have it so bad, Even Mickey and Donald don"t have it so bad, he thought uneasily. he thought uneasily. They"ve got each other, and she "s got n.o.body. They"ve got each other, and she "s got n.o.body. Tempting her hardly seemed fair, but he was a soldier on duty and a human being loyal to his species, while she wasn"t human except by parentage, undoubtedly wished that parentage hadn"t happened, and served the Race with all her heart. Tempting her hardly seemed fair, but he was a soldier on duty and a human being loyal to his species, while she wasn"t human except by parentage, undoubtedly wished that parentage hadn"t happened, and served the Race with all her heart.
He could tell the hook had gone home, all right. It might well tear out of her mouth, of course; people were a lot more complicated than bluegill. Her face didn"t show much, but then, like Liu Mei"s, her face never showed much. But she leaned forward in her seat and took a couple of deep breaths. If that wasn"t intrigued interest, he had scales and eye turrets himself.
"To look like everyone else?" she said musingly. "I have never imagined such a thing-except in my wishes and dreams, where I look like a proper female of the Race." n.o.body raised by humans would have told a near-stranger anything so intimate; Ka.s.squit didn"t understand the limits behind which people functioned. Then she said something that made Sam sit up and take notice: "If war comes, I may be safer in the not-empire called the United States than here aboard this starship."
"Do you really think there will be a war between the Reich Reich and the Race?" Jonathan blurted. He hardly seemed better at concealing what he felt than Ka.s.squit did, and what he felt was horrified dismay. and the Race?" Jonathan blurted. He hardly seemed better at concealing what he felt than Ka.s.squit did, and what he felt was horrified dismay.
"Who can know?" Ka.s.squit answered. "The Race does not want to fight the Reich, Reich, but the but the Reich Reich has no business making demands on the Race." has no business making demands on the Race."
"That is about what our government thinks, too, but we have little influence on what goes on in the Reich Reich," Sam said.
"Too bad," Ka.s.squit told him. "For Big Uglies, you seem sensible, you Americans, aside from your absurd custom of snoutcounting."
"We like it," Sam said. "It seems to suit us. We are not a people who care to be told what to do by anyone."
"But what if those who tell you what to do know more about a question than you do?" Ka.s.squit asked. "Does a physician not know more about how to keep you healthy than you can know for yourself?"
"Judging who is an expert in public affairs is harder," Sam replied. "Many claim to be experts, but they all want to do different things. That makes choosing among them harder. So we let those who convince the largest number of us that they are wise and good govern our not-empire."
"What if they lie?" Ka.s.squit asked bluntly.
"If we find out, we do not choose them again," Yeager said. "We choose them for terms of so many years, not for life, and we hope they cannot do too much damage while in office. What if the Race has a very bad Emperor? He is the Emperor for as long as he lives."
"His ministers will do what is right regardless," Ka.s.squit said. "And even a bad Emperor"s spirit will watch over the spirits of citizens of the Empire. What good is a bad Tosevite snout-counted official after he is dead? None whatever."
No sooner had Sam discarded one particular question as impolitic than Jonathan asked it: "How do you know spirits of Emperors past watch over other spirits? Is it not a superst.i.tion, the same as our Tosevite superst.i.tions?"
"Of course it is not a superst.i.tion," Ka.s.squit said indignantly. "It is a truth. The truth is not a superst.i.tion."
"How do you know?" Jonathan persisted. Sam made a small gesture, warning his son not to push it too hard.
He gave Ka.s.squit credit. Instead of saying something like, I just do, I just do, she gave a serious answer: "All the males and females of three species on three worlds believe it. All the males and females of the Race have believed it for more than a hundred thousand years, since Home was unified. Could so many believe such a thing for so long if it were not true?" she gave a serious answer: "All the males and females of three species on three worlds believe it. All the males and females of the Race have believed it for more than a hundred thousand years, since Home was unified. Could so many believe such a thing for so long if it were not true?"
"And you believe it?" Sam asked gently.
"I do." Ka.s.squit made the affirmative gesture. "Spirits of Emperors past will will cherish my spirit. And my spirit, when that time comes, will look no different from any other." She spoke with great confidence. cherish my spirit. And my spirit, when that time comes, will look no different from any other." She spoke with great confidence.
You poor kid, Yeager thought. He had to look away from her for a moment; tears were stinging his eyes, and he couldn"t let her see that. Yeager thought. He had to look away from her for a moment; tears were stinging his eyes, and he couldn"t let her see that. And the worst part of it is, you only know a fraction of what all the Lizards have done to you, because there so much of it you can"t see, any more than a fish sees water. And the worst part of it is, you only know a fraction of what all the Lizards have done to you, because there so much of it you can"t see, any more than a fish sees water. But then he shook his head. No, that wasn"t the worst part of it after all. He could see just how warped the Race had made Ka.s.squit, and he knew d.a.m.n well he was going to go right on raising Mickey and Donald as if they were human beings. But then he shook his head. No, that wasn"t the worst part of it after all. He could see just how warped the Race had made Ka.s.squit, and he knew d.a.m.n well he was going to go right on raising Mickey and Donald as if they were human beings. What a son of a b.i.t.c.h I am. But it"s my job, dammit. What a son of a b.i.t.c.h I am. But it"s my job, dammit.
He supposed the SS men who put Jews and fairies and Gypsies into gas chambers said the same thing. How could they do anything else if they wanted to go home afterwards and kiss their wives and eat pig"s knuckles and knock back a seidel or two of beer? If they really thought about what they were doing, wouldn"t they go nuts?
It"s not the same. He knew it wasn"t, but had the uncomfortable feeling the difference was of degree, not of kind. He knew it wasn"t, but had the uncomfortable feeling the difference was of degree, not of kind.
A silence had fallen in the chamber, as if n.o.body knew what to say next. Finally, Ka.s.squit made a pointed return to a new take on an earlier subject: "Do you not think the present aggressive policy of the Deutsche makes it more likely that they were the Big Uglies who attacked the ships of the colonization fleet?"
"A good question," Sam said. Jonathan nodded, but then remembered to make the proper hand gesture, too. Sam went on, "I am not sure the one has anything to do with the other. It might, but I have no proof."
He would have been happy to incite the Race against the n.a.z.is had he had proof. He didn"t think that would make his superiors happy, though, and he more or less understood why: however thoroughgoing a lot of b.a.s.t.a.r.ds the Germans were, they were also part of the balance of power. He sighed. Life never turned out to be as simple as you thought it would when you were Jonathan"s age, or Ka.s.squit"s.
Ka.s.squit said, "I can understand why you would not admit any such thing about your own not-empire, but are the Deutsche not your foes as well as the Race"s?"
That was also balance-of-power politics. Speaking carefully, Sam answered, "It is a truth that the United States and the Reich Reich were fighting a war when the Race came. But each decided the Race was a bigger danger than the other." were fighting a war when the Race came. But each decided the Race was a bigger danger than the other."
"I do not understand this," Ka.s.squit said. "In the Empire, all Tosevites would be at peace. You would not fight the Race, and you would not fight among yourselves, either. Is this not good?"
"One of the parts of the United States-"provinces" is as close as I can come in your language, but that is not quite right-has a slogan," Sam said. "That slogan is, "Live free or die." Many, many Big Uglies feel that way."
"I do not understand," Ka.s.squit repeated. "How are the Tosevites in the USA or the SSSR or the Reich Reich freer than those the Empire rules?" freer than those the Empire rules?"
Sam wished she hadn"t phrased the question like that. Millions of Frenchmen and Danes and Lithuanians and Ukrainians weren"t free, or anything close to it. Neither were millions of Germans or Russians, for that matter. "Not all Tosevite not-empires are the same," he said at last.
"They look that way to us," Ka.s.squit answered.
Whoever"d raised her had done a good job: she really did think of herself as a member of the Race. Sam made a small clucking noise. I hope I can do that well with Mickey and Donald, no matter how unfair it is to them. I hope I can do that well with Mickey and Donald, no matter how unfair it is to them.
Ka.s.squit had trouble getting used to the way the wild Big Uglies looked at her. With a male or female of the Race, eye turrets said exactly where eyes pointed. The gaze of the Tosevites was shiftier, subtler. She thought their eyes kept drifting down her body, but they would return to her face whenever she was at the point of remarking on it.
Their words were also confusing and evasive. They steadfastly defended what was to her obvious nonsense. And they seemed sure they made perfect sense. Alien, Alien, she thought. she thought. How can they be so strange, when they look so much like me? How can they be so strange, when they look so much like me?
After a moment, she realized she was the strange one by Tosevite standards. That realization was something of an intellectual triumph, because she loathed the idea of judging herself by the standards of wild Big Uglies.
And the Tosevites insisted they didn"t have one set of standards, but many-perhaps one for each of their not-empires. "You are all one species," she said. "How can you have more than one standard? The Empire has three species-four now, counting Tosevites-but only one standard. Having many on a single planet is absurd." Ttomalss had also said the Big Uglies varied by culture, but she wanted to hear how these wild ones explained it.
Jonathan Yeager said, "We do not always agree on what the right way to do things is."
Sam Yeager made the affirmative gesture. "Sometimes there is no right or wrong way to do something, only different ways. Being different is not always the same as being right or wrong. I think the Race has trouble seeing that."
"Back on Home, the Race has no trouble seeing right from wrong," Ka.s.squit said; that was what she"d been taught. "Contact with Tosevites has corrupted some of us."
To her surprise and annoyance, both wild Big Uglies burst into loud barking yips of laughter. "That is not a truth, superior female," Sam Yeager said, and used an emphatic cough. "I have met plenty of males-and some females now, too-who are as crooked as any Big Ugly ever hatched."
He sounded very sure of himself. In the face of direct experience, how much was teaching worth? Ka.s.squit decided to change the subject again; "What do the two of you hope to learn by these visits with me?"
"How to meet the Race halfway," Jonathan Yeager answered.
Sam Yeager amended that: "To see whether we can meet the Race halfway. If we cannot, then perhaps war is the best hope we have after all."
Live free or die. It struck her as a slogan fit only for the hopelessly addled. Plainly, it meant something different to the wild Big Uglies. She did not want to explore that path again. Instead, she pointed with her tongue at Jonathan Yeager and said, "It seems to me that you are meeting the Race halfway." It struck her as a slogan fit only for the hopelessly addled. Plainly, it meant something different to the wild Big Uglies. She did not want to explore that path again. Instead, she pointed with her tongue at Jonathan Yeager and said, "It seems to me that you are meeting the Race halfway."
"I enjoy your culture," he answered. "It interests me. I am learning your language, because I cannot deal with the Race without it. But under this"-he patted his shaven head and tapped the body paint on his chest-"under this, I am still a Tosevite with my own culture. Meeting you helped show me what a truth that is."
"Did it?" Ka.s.squit felt a pang of disappointment. "Meeting you made me hope you were leading toward..." Her voice trailed away. She was not sure how to say what she wanted without giving offense.
Sam Yeager, who seemed not to take offense easily, spoke for her: "You thought Jonathan was leading toward the Race"s quiet, bloodless conquest of Tosev 3."
"Well, yes." Ka.s.squit made the affirmative gesture, even if she wouldn"t have been so frank as the wild Tosevite.
Then the older Yeager surprised her again, saying, "You could be right. I do not know if you are. Frankly, I doubt that you are. But you could be."
"Why do you doubt it?" Ka.s.squit asked.
"Because no matter how much of the Race"s outward culture we adopt-no matter whether we start using body paint instead of wrapping, no matter whether we reverence the spirits of Emperors past instead of keeping our own superst.i.tions-we are still too different from you," Sam Yeager answered. "And we will stay different from you, because of our s.e.xuality and the social patterns that come from it."
"Truth," Jonathan Yeager said. His agreement with his father hurt Ka.s.squit more than the elder Yeager"s words. And he went on, "In fact, is not ginger making males and females of the Race here on and around Tosev 3 more like us than like the Race as it is back on Home?"
Ka.s.squit thought of Felless, who could not stop tasting ginger and who was going to lay her second clutch of eggs as a result. She thought of the mating she"d watched in a corridor of this very starship. That had shaken her faith in the Race"s wisdom and rationality. She thought of the endless prohibitions against ginger, and of how widely they were flouted.
"I hope not," she said, and used an emphatic cough of her own.
"But you recognize the possibility?" Sam Yeager asked. "I do not suppose I have to tell you that officials of the Race recognize the possibility?"
"No, you do not have to tell me that," Ka.s.squit admitted. "I am quite aware of it. I wish I were not, but such is life."
"Indeed," Sam Yeager said. "May I ask you another question?" He waited for her to use the affirmative gesture before going on, "You have talked about what you hope will happen with the Big Uglies, and you have talked about what you hope will happen with the Race. What do you hope will happen to you?"
Ttomalss would sometimes ask her what she thought would happen, or even what she wanted. But what she hoped? He didn"t seem to think about that. Ka.s.squit hadn"t done a whole lot of thinking about it, either. After a long pause, she said, "I do not know. My position is too anomalous to give me the luxury of many hopes, would you not agree?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I would," he replied. "I wondered if you understood that. You might well be better off, or at least have more peace of mind, if you did not. Does that sound very callous?"
"It does indeed." Ka.s.squit considered. "But then, the truth often sounds callous, does it not?"
"I fear it does," Sam Yeager said. "One more question, if you please." He asked it before she could tell him yes or no: "What would you wish for yourself? If you could have anything, what would it be?"
Ka.s.squit had hardly dared ask that question of herself. Ttomalss hadn"t thought to ask about her desires any more than he had about her hopes. To him, she remained part experimental animal, part hatchling. Over the past few years, he"d had to recognize that she had a will, a mind, of her own, but he was a long way from liking the idea. But she answered Sam Yeager without hesitation, saying, "If I could have anything I wanted, I would be rehatched as a female of the Race."
Sam Yeager and Jonathan Yeager both made the affirmative hand gesture. "Yes, I can see how you would want that," the older Big Ugly said. "Let me ask it a different way, then-if you could have anything you wanted that you might actually get, what would it be?"
That was harder. All of Ka.s.squit"s material needs were met; only in the social sphere did she have problems. "I do not know," she said at last. "I have plenty to eat; I have the Race"s communication network; what more in that regard could I desire?" She met question with question: "What would you you choose, Sam Yeager? See how you like answering." choose, Sam Yeager? See how you like answering."
The Big Ugly yipped Tosevite laughter. "The easy answer is, "more money." Ask any Tosevite, and he will say that, or something like it. He might ask for a bigger house, or a fancier motorcar, or other such things, but it all means the same in the end. Unlike you, we mostly do not have enough to keep us happy."
Ka.s.squit turned her head toward Jonathan Yeager. "And what of you?"
"I do not know if this is possible or not," the younger Tosevite answered, "but I hope I live long enough to be able to travel to Home, either on a ship of the Race or on a Tosevite starship."
"A Tosevite starship?" The very idea was a nightmare to Ka.s.squit, as it was to every male and female of the Race. She didn"t know whether she ought to spell that out, so she contented herself with asking, "If that should prove impossible, what would you like?"
Jonathan Yeager hesitated. Sam Yeager said something in their own language. Jonathan Yeager"s answer was short. Sam Yeager laughed again. He turned to Ka.s.squit and returned to the language of the Race: "I told him that having a mate with whom he can be happy throughout his life is also important."
"You did not wish for that yourself," Ka.s.squit pointed out.
"No, but then, I am lucky enough to have such a mate," Sam Yeager answered. "Jonathan has a female friend who may become such a mate, but it is difficult to be sure about such things ahead of time."
"What are the criteria for judging whether a mate is good or not?" Ka.s.squit asked. If she was questioning the Big Uglies, they couldn"t very well question her. She liked this better.
Jonathan Yeager"s skin was more transparent than Ka.s.squit"s. She could watch blood rise to his face. She"d felt the same thing in herself in moments of embarra.s.sment, so that was probably what he was feeling, too. If Sam Yeager also felt it, he showed no sign. He answered, "That varies from individual to individual. A mate who makes one male or female happy would addle another in short order."
"How does one judge the possibility that one of these lifelong matings"-the notion struck Ka.s.squit as very strange-"will be successful?"
"Some of that involves the s.e.xual desire each partner arouses in the other, and the s.e.xual pleasure each gives the other," Sam Yeager answered. "Those are often enough reason for the partners to come together, but they do not mean that the mating will be a long-term success. The male and the female also have to be friends, to see things in similar ways, and to forgive each other"s small failings. It is not easy to judge in advance whether this will happen."
She hadn"t expected such a thoughtful answer. She had only the Race"s view of Big Ugly s.e.xuality-that it was constant and indiscriminate. It occurred to her that the Race might have as much trouble understanding Tosevites as the Big Uglies had understanding the Race. Though Ttomalss knew of her own s.e.xual urges, she doubted he understood them. For that matter, she doubted she understood them herself, and wished she did.
"What makes one Tosevite s.e.xually attractive to another?" she asked.
"Appearance," Jonathan Yeager answered at once.