"O.K.," Ilene murmured. "I can wait." She eyed Scott interestedly.
Norman Kane broke in. "I"d like to join Doone"s Free Companions, sir. I"ve already applied, but now that there"s a battle coming up, I hate to wait till my application"s approved. So I thought-"
Crosby looked at Cine Rhys. "A personal favor, but the decision"s up to you. My nephew"s a misfit-a romanticist.
Never liked the life of a Keep. A year ago he went off and joined Starling"s outfit."
Rhys raised an eyebrow. "That gang? It"s not a recommendation, Kane. They"re not even cla.s.sed as Free Companions. More like a band of guerrillas, and entirely without ethics. There"ve even been rumors they"re messing around with atomic power."
Crosby looked startled. "I hadn"t heard that."
"It"s no more than a rumor. If it"s ever proved, the Free Companions-all of them-will get together and smash Starling in a hurry."
Norman Kane looked slightly uncomfortable. "I suppose I was rather a fool. But I wanted to get in the fighting game, and Starling"s group appealed to me-"
The cine made a sound in his throat. "They would. Swashbuckling romantics, with no idea of what war means. They"ve not more than a dozen technicians. And they"ve no discipline-it"s like a pirate outfit. War today, Kane, isn"t won by romantic animals dashing at forlorn hopes. The modern soldier is a tactician who knows how to think, integrate, and obey. If you join our Company, you"ll have to forget what you learned with Starling."
"Will you take me, sir?"
"I think it would be unwise. You need the training course."
"I"ve had experience-"
Crosby said, "It would be a favor, Cine Rhys, if you"d skip the red tape. I"d appreciate it. Since my nephew wants to be a soldier, I"d much prefer to see him with the Doones."
Rhys shrugged. "Very well. Captain Scott will give you your orders, Kane. Remember that discipline is vitally important with us."
The boy tried to force back a delighted grin. "Thank you, sir."
"Captain-"
Scott rose and nodded to Kane. They went out together. In the anteroom was a telaudio set, and Scott called the Doone"s local headquarters in Montana Keep. An integrator answered, his face looking inquiringly from the screen.
"Captain Scott calling, subject induction."
"Yes, sir. Ready to record."
Scott drew Kane forward. "Photosnap this man. He"ll report to headquarters immediately. Name, Norman Kane. Enlist him without training course-special orders from Cine Rhys."
"Acknowledged, sir."
Scott broke the connection. Kane couldn"t quite repress his grin.
"All right," the captain grunted, a sympathetic gleam in his eyes. "That fixes it. They"ll put you in my command. What"s your specialty."
"Flitterboats, sir."
"Good. One more thing. Don"t forget what Cine Rhys said, Kane. Discipline is d.a.m.ned important, and you may not have realized that yet. This isn"t a cloak-and-sword war. There are no Charges of Light Brigades. No grandstand plays-that stuff went out with the Crusades. Just obey orders, and you"ll have no trouble. Good luck."
"Thank you, sir," Kane saluted and strode out with a perceptible swagger. Scott grinned. The kid would have that that knocked out of him pretty soon. knocked out of him pretty soon.
A voice at his side made him turn quickly, Ilene Kane was standing there, slim and lovely in her celoflex gown.
"You seem pretty human after all, Captain," she said. "I heard what you told Norman."
Scott shrugged. "I did that for his own good-and the good of the Company. One man off the beam can cause plenty trouble, Mistress Kane."
"I envy Norman," she said. "It must be a fascinating life you lead. I"d like it-for a while. Not for long. I"m one of the useless offshoots of this civilization, not much good for anything. So I"ve perfected one talent."
"What"s that?"
"Oh, hedonism, I suppose you"d call it. I enjoy myself. It"s not often too boring. But I"m a bit bored now. I"d like to talk to you, captain."
"Well, I"m listening," Scott said.
Ilene Kane made a small grimace. "Wrong semantic term. I"d like to get inside of you psychologically. But painlessly. Dinner and dancing. Can do?"
"There"s no time," Scott told her. "We may get our orders any moment." He wasn"t sure he wanted to go out with this girl of the Keeps, though there was definitely a subtle fascination for him, an appeal he could not a.n.a.lyze. She typified the most pleasurable part of a world he did not know. The other facets of that world could not impinge on him; geopolitics or nonmilitary science held no appeal, were too alien. But all worlds touch at one point-pleasure. Scott could understand the relaxations of the undersea groups, as he could not understand or feel sympathy for their work or their social impulses.
Cine Rhys came through the door-curtain, his eyes narrowed. "I"ve some telaudioing to do, Captain," he said. Scott knew what implications the words held: the incipient bargain with Cine Mendez. He nodded.
"Yes, sir. Shall I report to headquarters?"
Rhys" harsh face seemed to relax suddenly as he looked from Ilene to Scott. "You"re free till dawn. I won"t need you till then, but report to me at six a.m. No doubt you"ve a few details to clean up."
"Very well, sir," Scott watched Rhys go out. The cinc had meant Jeana, of course. But Ilene did not know that.
"So?" she asked. "Do I get a turn-down? You might buy me a drink, anyway."
There was plenty of time. Scott said, "It"ll be a pleasure," and Ilene linked her arm with his. They took the dropper to ground-level.
As they came out on one of the ways, Ilene turned her head and caught Scott"s glance. "I forgot something, Captain. You may have, a previous engagement. I didn"t realize-"
"There"s nothing," he said. "Nothing important"
It was true; he felt a mild grat.i.tude toward Jeana at the realization. His relationship with her was the peculiar one rendered advisable by his career. Free-marriage was the word for it; Jeana was neither his wife nor his mistress, but something midway between. The Free Companions had no firmly grounded foundation for social life; in the Keeps they were visitors, and in their coastal forts they were- well, soldiers. One would no more bring a woman to a fort than aboard a ship of the line. So the women of the Free Companions lived in the Keeps, moving from one to another as their men did; and because of the ever-present shadow of death, ties were purposely left loose. Jeana and Scott had been free-married for five years now. Neither made demands on the other. No one expected fidelity of a Free Companion. Soldiers lived under such iron disciplines that when they were released, during the brief peacetimes, the pendulum often swung far in the opposite direction.
To Scott, Ilene Kane was a key that might unlock the doors of the Keep-doors that opened to a world of which he was not a part, and which he could not quite understand.
II.
I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
-Housman There were nuances, Scott found, which he had never known existed. A hedonist like Ilene devoted her life to such nuances; they were her career. Such minor matters as making the powerful, insipid Moonflower c.o.c.ktails more palatable by filtering them through lime-soaked sugar held between the teeth. Scott was a uisqueplus man, having the average soldier"s contempt for what he termed hydroponic drinks, but the c.o.c.ktails Ilene suggested were quite as effective as acrid, burning amber uisqueplus. She taught him, that night, such tricks as pausing between gla.s.ses to sniff lightly at happy-gas, to mingle sensual excitement with mental by trying the amus.e.m.e.nt rides designed to give one the violent physical intoxication of breathless speed. Nuances all, which only a girl with Ilene"s background could know. She was not representative of Keep life. As she had said, she was an offshoot, a casual and useless flower on the great vine that struck up inexorably to the skies, its strength in its tough, reaching tendrils-scientists and technicians and so-ciopoliticians. She was doomed in her own way, as Scott was in his. The undersea folk served Minerva; Scott served Mars; and Ilene served Aphrodite-not purely the s.e.xual G.o.ddess, but the patron of arts and pleasure. Between Scott and Ilene was the difference between Wagner and Strauss; the difference between crashing chords and tinkling arpeggios. In both was a muted bittersweet sadness, seldom realized by either. But that undertone was brought out by their contact. The sense of dim hopelessness in each responded to the other.
It was carnival, but neither Ilene nor Scott wore masks. Their faces were masks enough, and both had been trained to reserve, though in different ways. Scott"s hard mouth kept its tight grimness even when he smiled. And Ilene"s smiles came so often that they were meaningless.
Through her, Scott was able to understand more of the undersea life than he had ever done before. She was for him a catalyst. A tacit understanding grew between them, not needing words. Both realized that, in the course of progress, they would eventually the out. Mankind tolerated them because that was necessary for a little time. Each responded differently. Scott served Mars; he served actively; and the girl, who was pa.s.sive, was attracted by the ant.i.thesis.
Scott"s drunkenness struck physically deep. He did not show it. His stiff silver-brown hair was not disarranged, and his hard, burned face was impa.s.sive as ever. But when his brown eyes met Ilene"s green ones a spark of-somethingmet between them.
Color and light and sound. They began to form a pattern now, were not quite meaningless to Scott. They were, long past midnight, sitting in an Olympus, which was a private cosmos. The walls of the room in which they were seemed nonexistent. The gusty tides of gray, faintly luminous clouds seemed to drive chaotically past them, and, dimly, they could hear the m.u.f.fled screaming of an artificial wind. They had the isolation of the G.o.ds.
And the Earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep-That was, of course, the theory of the Olympus rooms. No one existed, no world existed, outside of the chamber; values automatically shifted, and inhibitions seemed absurd.
Scott relaxed on a translucent cushion like a cloud. Beside him, Ilene lifted the bit of a happy-gas tube to his nostrils. He shook his head.
"Not now, Ilene."
She let the tube slide back into its reel. "Nor I. Too much of anything is unsatisfactory, Brian. There should always be something untasted, some antic.i.p.ation left-You have that. I haven"t."
"How?"
"Pleasures-well, there"s a limit. There"s a limit to human endurance. And eventually I build up a resistance psychically, as I do physically, to everything. With you, there"s always the last adventure. You never know when death will come. You can"t plan. Plans are dull; it"s the unexpected that"s important."
Scott shook his head slightly. "Death isn"t important either. It"s an automatic cancellation of values. Or, rather-" He hesitated, seeking words. "In this life you can plan, you can work out values, because they"re all based on certain conditions. On-let"s say-arithmetic. Death is a change to a different plane of conditions, quite unknown. Arithmetical rules don"t apply as such to geometry."
"You think death has its rules?"
"It may be a lack of rules, Ilene. One lives realizing that life is subject to death; civilization is based on that. That"s why civilization concentrates on the race instead of the individual. Social self-preservation."
She looked at him gravely. "I didn"t think a Free Companion could theorize that way."
Scott closed his eyes, relaxing. "The Keeps know nothing about Free Companions. They don"t want to. We"re men. Intelligent men. Our technicians are as great as the scientists under the Domes."
"But they work for war."
"War"s necessary," Scott said. "Now, anyway."
"How did you get into it? Should I ask?"
He laughed a little at that. "Oh, I"ve no dark secrets in my past. I"m not a runaway murderer. One-drifts. I was born in Australia Keep. My father was a tech, but my grandfather had been a soldier. I guess it was in my blood. I tried various trades and professions. Meaningless. I wanted something that ... h.e.l.l, I don"t know. Something, maybe, that needs all of a man. Fighting does. It"s like a religion. Those cultists-Men of the New Judgment-they"re fanatics, but you can see that their religion is the only thing that matters to them."
"Bearded, dirty men with twisted minds, though."
"It happens to be a religion based on false premises. There are others, appealing to different types. But religion was too pa.s.sive for me, in these days."
Ilene examined his harsh face. "You"d have preferred the church militant-the Knights of Malta, fighting Saracens."
"I suppose. I had no values. Anyhow, I"m a fighter."
"Just how important is it to you? The Free Companions?"
Scott opened his eyes and grinned at the girl. He looked unexpectedly boyish.
"d.a.m.n little, really. It has emotional appeal. Intellectually, I know that it"s a huge fake. Always has been. As absurd as the Men of the New Judgment. Fighting"s doomed. So we"ve no real purpose. I suppose most of us know there"s no future for the Free Companions. In a few hundred yeans-well!"
"And still you go on. Why? It isn"t money."
"No. There is a... a drunkenness to it. The ancient Nors.e.m.e.n had their berserker madness. We have something similar. To a Dooneman, his group is father, mother, child, and G.o.d Almighty. He fights the other Free Companions when he"s paid to do so, but he doesn"t hate the others. They serve the same toppling idol. And it is is toppling, Ilene. Each battle we win or lose brings us closer to the end. We fight to protect the culture that eventually will wipe us out. The Keeps-when they finally unify, will they need a military arm? I can see the trend. If war was an essential part of civilization, each Keep would maintain its own military. But they shut us out-a necessary evil. If they would end war now!" Scott"s fist unconsciously clenched "So many men would find happier places in Venus-undersea. But as long as the Free Companions exist, there"ll be new recruits." toppling, Ilene. Each battle we win or lose brings us closer to the end. We fight to protect the culture that eventually will wipe us out. The Keeps-when they finally unify, will they need a military arm? I can see the trend. If war was an essential part of civilization, each Keep would maintain its own military. But they shut us out-a necessary evil. If they would end war now!" Scott"s fist unconsciously clenched "So many men would find happier places in Venus-undersea. But as long as the Free Companions exist, there"ll be new recruits."
Ilene sipped her c.o.c.ktail, watching the gray chaos of clouds flow like a tide around them. In the dimly luminous light Scott"s face seemed like dark stone, flecks of brightness showing in his eyes. She touched his hand gently.
"You"re a soldier, Brian. You wouldn"t change."
His laugh was intensely bitter. "Like h.e.l.l I wouldn"t, Mistress Ilene Kane! Do you think fighting"s just pulling a trigger? I"m a military strategist. That took ten years. Harder cramming than I"d have had in a Keep Tech-Inst.i.tute. I have to know everything about war from trajectories to ma.s.s psychology. This is the greatest science the System has ever known, and the most useless. Because war will the in a few centuries at most. Ilene-you"ve never seen a Free Company"s fort. It"s science, marvelous science, aimed at military ends only. We have our psych-specialists. We have our engineers, who plan everything from ordnance to the frictional quotient on flitterboats. We have the foundries and mills. Each fortress is a city made for war, as the Keeps are made for social progress."
"As complicated as that?"
"Beautifully complicated and beautifully useless. There are so many of us who realize that. Oh, we fight-it"s a poison. We worship the Company-that is an emotional poison. But we live only during wartime. It"s an incomplete life. Men in the Keeps have full lives; they have their work, and their relaxations are geared to fit them. We don"t fit."
"Not all the undersea races," Ilene said. "There"s always the fringe that doesn"t fit. At least you have a raison d" etre. raison d" etre. You"re a soldier. I can"t make a lifework out of pleasure. But there"s nothing else for me." You"re a soldier. I can"t make a lifework out of pleasure. But there"s nothing else for me."
Scott"s fingers tightened on hers. "You"re the product of a civilization, at least. I"m left out."
"With you, Brian, it might be better. For a while. I don"t think it would last for long."
"It might."
"You think so now. It"s quite a horrible thing, feeling yourself a shadow."
"I know."
"I want you, Brian," Ilene said, turning to face him. "I want you to come to Montana Keep and stay here. Until our experiment fails. I think it"ll fail presently. But, perhaps, not for some time. I need your strength. I can show you how to get the most out of this sort of life-how to enter into it. I True hedonism. You can give me-companionship perhaps. For me the companionship of hedonists who know nothing else isn"t enough."
Scott was silent. Ilene watched him for a while.
"Is war so important?" she asked at last.
"No," he said, "it isn"t at all. It"s a balloon. And it"s empty, I know that. Honor of the regiment!" Scott laughed. "I"m not hesitating, really. I"ve been shut out for a long time. A social unit shouldn"t be founded on an obviously doomed fallacy. Men and women are important nothing else, I suppose."
"Men and women-or the race?"
"Not the race," he said with abrupt violence. "d.a.m.n the race! It"s done nothing for me. I can fit myself into a new life. Not necessarily hedonism. I"m an expert in several lines; I have to be. I can find work in Montana Keep."
"If you like. I"ve never tried. I"m more of a fatalist I suppose. But... what about it Brian?"
Her eyes were almost luminous, like shining emeralds, in the ghostly light.
"Yes," Scott said. "I"ll come back. To stay."
Ilene said, "Come back? Why not stay now?"
"Because I"m a complete fool, I guess. I"m a key man, and Cine Rhys needs me just now."
"Is it Rhys or the Company?"
Scott smiled crookedly. "Not the Company. It"s just a job I have to do. When I think how many years I"ve been slaving, pretending absurdities were important, knowing that I was bowing to a straw dummy- No! No! I want your life-the sort of life I didn"t know could exist in the Keeps. I"ll be back, Ilene. It"s something more important than love. I want your life-the sort of life I didn"t know could exist in the Keeps. I"ll be back, Ilene. It"s something more important than love.