Cubs of the Wolf

Chapter 4

And yet all this barbarism had been put aside. Only the arrogance remained, expressed in Marthasa"s tone as he called their attention to the features of the city and landscape through which they pa.s.sed. It wasn"t pleasing particularly to Terran tastes, but Cameron guessed that it represented a considerable accomplishment to the Markovians. Stone appeared to be the chief building material, and, while the craftsmanship was exact, the lines of the structures lacked the grace of the Greek and Roman monuments of which Cameron was reminded.

They came at last to the house of Marthasa. There was no doubt now that he was a man of wealth or importance--probably both. He occupied a vast, villa-like structure set on a low hill overlooking the city. It was a place of obvious luxury in the economic scale of the Markovians.

They were a.s.signed s.p.a.cious quarters overlooking a garden of incredible colors beyond the transparent wall facing it. Sal Karone was also a.s.signed duties as their personal attendant, which Cameron grasped intuitively was a gesture of supreme honor among the Markovians. He thanked Marthasa profusely for this courtesy.

After getting unpacked they were shown through the house and grounds and met Marthasa"s family. His wife was a woman of considerable beauty even by Terran standards, but there was a sharpness in her manner and a sense of coldness in the small black eyes that repelled Cameron and Joyce even as the thoughtless actions of Marthasa had done.

Cameron looked carefully for the same qualities in the three smaller children who were at home, and found them easily. In none of them was there the aura of serenity possessed by the Id servants.

When they were finally alone that night Cameron sat down to make some notes on their observations up to date. "The fault line I mentioned is so obvious you can"t miss it," he said to Joyce. "It"s as if they"re living one kind of life because they think it"s the thing to do, but all their thoughts and feelings are being drawn invisibly in another direction--and they"re half ashamed of it."

"Maybe the Ids have something to do with it. Remember Marthasa"s statement that the relationship of the _sarghs_ does something to the Markovians? If we found out exactly what that something is, we might have the answer."

Cameron shook his head. "I"ve tried to fit it together that way, too, but it just doesn"t add up. The basic premise of the Ids is asceticism and there never was any strength in that idea. Marthasa is probably right in his estimate of the Ids. They have achieved an internal serenity but only through compensating their basic weakness with the crude strength of the Markovians and other races to which they cling.

They haven"t the strength to build a civilization of their own.

Certainly they haven"t got the power to influence the whole Nucleus.

No--we"ll have to look a good deal farther than the Ids before we find the answer. I"m convinced of that, even though I"d like to find out exactly what makes _them_ tick. Maybe next trip--"

The following days were spent in almost profitless activity as far as their basic purpose in being in the Nucleus was concerned. Marthasa and his wife took them on long tours through the city and into the scenic areas of the continent. They promised trips over the whole planet and to other worlds of the Nucleus. There seemed no end to the sight-seeing that was proposed for them to do.

Cameron improved his facility with the language, and Joyce was beginning to get along without the translator. They were introduced to a considerable number of other Markovians, including the official representative of Premier Jargla. This gave them added contact with the Markovian character, but Marthasa and his family seemed so typical of the race that scarcely anything new was learned from the others.

At no time was anything hinted in reference to the original reluctance to have the Terrans visit the Nucleus. All possible courtesy was shown them now, and Cameron dared not mention the invitations to stay home. He felt the situation was as penetrable as a thick wall of sponge rubber backed by a ten-foot foundation of steel.

After three weeks of this, however, he cautiously broached the subject of meeting the son and daughter of Marthasa in regard to visiting the library and museum. He had met each of them just once and found them rather cool to his presence. He had not dared express his interest in their specialties at that time.

Marthasa was favorable and apologetic, however. "I have intended to arrange it," he said. "There have been so many other things to do that I have neglected your interest in these things. We won"t neglect it any longer. Suppose we make an appointment for this afternoon? Zlenon will be able to give you his personal attention."

[Ill.u.s.tration: JOYCE]

Zlenon was Marthasa"s son, who held the position of Chief Historian at the research library. He was more slender and darker than his father, and lacking in his volubility and glad-handedness.

He greeted Cameron"s request with a tolerant smile. "You have to be quite specific, Mr. Wilder, when you say you would like to know about the history of the Markovian Nucleus. You understand the Nucleus consists of over a hundred worlds and has a composite history extending back more than thirty thousand of your years in very minute detail."

Cameron countered with a helpless shrug and smile. "I"m afraid I"ll have to depend on your good nature to guide me through such a ma.s.s. I don"t intend to become a student of Markovian history, of course, but perhaps you have adequate summaries with which a stranger could start. Going backward, let us say, for perhaps two or three hundred Terran years?"

"Of course--some very excellent ones are available--" He moved toward the reading table nearby and began punching a selection of b.u.t.tons.

As Cameron and Joyce moved to follow, Marthasa waved a hand expansively and started out the other way. "I can see you"re going to be set for a while. I"ll just leave you here, and send the car back after I reach the house. Don"t be late for dinner."

They nodded and smiled and turned to Zlenon. The Markovian was watching them with pin-point eyes. "I wondered if there was any _particular_ problem in which you might be interested," he said calmly. "If there is--?"

Cameron shook his head hastily. "No--certainly not. Just general information--"

The Historian turned his attention to the table and began explaining its use to the Terrans, showing how they could obtain recording of any specific material they wished to choose. It would appear in either printed or pictorial form or could be had on audio if they wanted it.

Once he was certain they could make their own selections he left them to their study.

"This is the best break we could possibly have hoped for," Joyce whispered as Zlenon disappeared from their sight. "We can get anything we want in the whole library if I understand the operation of this gadget the way I think I do."

"That"s the way it looks to me," Cameron answered. "But don"t get your hopes too high. There must be a catch in it somewhere, the way they were trying to shoo us away from coming here."

They punched the b.u.t.tons for the history of the planet they were on, scanning slowly from the present to earlier years. There were endless accountings of trading and commercial treaties between members of the Nucleus as shifts of economic balance occurred. There were stories of explorations and benevolent contacts with races on the outer worlds.

Details of their most outstanding scientific discoveries, which seemed to come with profligate rapidity--

Cameron whipped back through the pages of the histories, searching only for a single item, one clue to the swift evolution from barbarism to peaceful co-operation. After an hour he was in the middle of that critical period when the Council despaired of its inability to cope with the Markovian menace.

But the stories of commerce and invention and far-flung exchange with other peoples continued. Nowhere was there any reference to the violence of the period. They went back two hundred--five hundred years--beyond the time when Council members first made contact with the Nucleus.

There was nothing.

Cameron sat back in complete puzzlement as it became apparent that it was useless to go back further. "The normal thing would be for them to brag all over the place about their great conquests. Even races who become comparatively civilized citizens ordinarily let themselves go when it comes to history. If they"ve had a long record of conquest and bloodshed, they say so with plenty of chest pounding. Of course, it"s padded out to reflect their righteous conquest over tyranny, but it"s always there in _some_ form.

"But nothing up to now has been normal about the development of the Markovian problem and this really tops it off--the complete omission of any reference to their armed conquests."

"Maybe this planet didn"t partic.i.p.ate very much. Perhaps only a small number of the Nucleus worlds were responsible for it," said Joyce.

Cameron shook his head. "No. The Council records show that the Nucleus as a unit was responsible, and that virtually all the worlds are specifically mentioned. And even if this one had been out of it completely you could still expect references to it because there was constant interchange with most of the other planets. We can try another one, though--"

They tried one more, then a half dozen in quick scanning. They swept through a summarization of the Nucleus as a whole during that critical period.

There was nothing to show that the Markovians had ever been anything but peace-loving citizens intent on pursuit of science, commerce, and the arts.

"This could have been rigged for our special benefit," said Joyce thoughtfully as they ended the day"s futile search. "They didn"t want to apply enough pressure to keep us from coming, but they did want to make sure we wouldn"t find out anything about their past."

Cameron shook his head slowly. "It couldn"t have been done in the time they"ve had. Simply cutting out what they didn"t want to show us wouldn"t have done it. There"s too much cross reference to all periods involved. It"s a complete phony, but it"s not something done on the spur of the moment just for our benefit. It"s too good for that."

"Maybe they"ve had it for a _long_ time--just in case somebody like us should come along."

"It"s possible, but I don"t think that"s right either," said Cameron. "I can"t give you any reason for thinking so--except the phoniness goes deeper than merely deceiving an investigator. Somehow I have the feeling that the Markovians are even deceiving themselves!"

They left the building and took the car back to the house of Marthasa without seeing Zlenon again. Their Markovian host was waiting. Cameron thought he sensed a trace of tension in Marthasa that wasn"t there before as he led them to seats in the garden.

"We don"t like to boast about the Nucleus," he said with his customary volubility, "but we have to admit we are proud of our science and technology. Few civilizations in the Universe can match it. That"s not to disparage the fine accomplishments of the Terrans, you understand, but it"s only _natural_ that out here on these older worlds--"

They listened half attentively, trying in their imaginations to pierce the armor he used to defend so frantically the thing the Markovians did not want the outer worlds to know anything about.

The talk went on during mealtime. Marthasa"s wife caught the spirit of it and they both regaled the Terrans with accounts of the grandeur of Markovian exploits. Cameron grew more and more depressed by it, and as they retired to their rooms early he began to realize how absolutely complete was the impa.s.se into which they had been driven.

"They"ve let us in," he said to Joyce. "They"ve shown us the history they"ve written of themselves. There"s no way in the Universe we can stand up and boldly challenge that history and call them the liars we know they are."

"But they must know of the histories written on other Council worlds about their doings," said Joyce. "Maybe we could reach a point where we could at least ask about them. Ask how it is that other histories show that a hundred and twenty years ago a fleet of Markovian ships swept unexpectedly out of s.p.a.ce and looted and decimated the planet Lakcaine VI. Ask why the Markovian history says only that the Nucleus concluded six new commercial treaties to the benefit of all worlds concerned in that period, without any mention of Lakcaine VI."

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