None of them ever knew what a dreadful moment that was for Smith ... who knew his capacity for psi-power, but had never bothered to use it before.
He concentrated.
Twenty Dominant women of Bortinot fell writhing on the mats.
They writhed for a while, then got up and sat down again. Perspiration was heavy on their faces, and they panted heavily, and their eyes were slightly glazed with psychic shock.
Smith"s head ached. But he would never show it. He was rusty all right.
Sog-chafka and Kard shifted once and seemed uneasy.
Smith said. "I did that to demonstrate a point, which is that if I want to use psi-power here, I"ll not fool around with any puny amount of it such as I was accused of doing earlier. I prefer fighting the Wortan way. Psi-power fighting is pretty unhealthy stuff. Minds getting all wrapped up together in combat. It"s finally like beating yourself...."
Smith laughed at the two giants. "Well," he said.
Kard rushed. Smith dropped to hands and knees, pinched Kard"s legs, held them perpendicular from the knees down. Kard"s rushing weight carried his body on over. His knees popped. He screamed and fell moaning on the mat.
Sog-chafka was already rushing and he tried to duck as Smith lunged upward. The sound in the room was cracking and sharp. Sog-chafka, the instructor in Wortan fighting, stumbled back and his thick arms dug at the air and a laxness showed under the skin-tight black uniform. Blood ran on the mats as Sog-chafka refused to go down any further than his knees. His head hung loosely and he slowly raised his blood-shot eyes.
His ma.s.sive face twisted. Kard of Shilon lay groaning a little, nursing dislocated knees.
Sog-chafka remained bent, powerful thighs driving as his toes dug into the mat in a pounding, hurtling running dive, head down, hands reaching.
It was a ferocious thing to see. Smith could hear the gasps of antic.i.p.ation as he waited.
Smith chopped down with cupped hands as he stepped aside. He brought his knee up into Sog-chafka"s face and the instructor spun crazily across the mat, his body sinking lower and lower and finally sliding forward on his belly and lying there without moving at all. "Brute strength," Smith said, "is what you want on Wortan."
Smith glanced at Geria. "As you said earlier, Geria, there"s something glorious about fighting tooth and nail. That"s what you said."
Smith"s foot was jerked from under him as Kard heaved. Smith"s heavy body thudded on the mat. Before he could twist around, Kard"s powerful arm was around his throat. Smith"s wind was cut off. He felt his eyes bulge, and he knew that Kard would kill him. "I think, Earthsmith, it only right you should come down here with me!"
Smith put his right hand under Kard"s right elbow. He clenched Kard"s right wrist with the other hand. He pushed up with his right hand, heaved down with his left. Kard screamed a second time as his elbow popped.
He had to let go or his arm would break, so he let go. As Kard rolled free, Smith aimed for that vital point just to the left of the tip of Kard"s chin. The back of Kard"s head thudded on the mat, his eyes rolled up.
Smith got to his feet. He could hear Jorak of Gyra yelling. "He used psi! He used psi!"
Smith hated to acquire another headache, but he felt this had to be done. He concentrated on Jorak who started to sweat. Then Jorak came down to the mats and began to writhe and hop around in a weird and formless dance. Round and round the mats Jorak danced, his face working fitfully.
Sog-chafka was on one knee. His face was swelling and blood ran from his chin. He grinned and a broken tooth fell out. He looked up at the row of spectators. "He didn"t use any psi on me. I guess you could say it wasn"t necessary."
There was no applause from the spectators. There was a kind of bitter ferment working, a wonderment and a suspicion and a dull kind of shock that blanks out facing unpleasant truths.
Smith started past the first row, then stopped and looked down at the woman. He"d miss her, she had seen to that, and she had only been jesting. He"d think of how it might have been, at another time, in another way--but he"d forget in time. You forgot and you grew.
Especially, when you had a job to do.
"There"s one thing this school has," he said, "that Earth doesn"t have ... and never did ... and probably never will. And that is Geria of Bortinot."
When he went out, she was staring after him with an odd expression he couldn"t identify. And behind her, Jorak of Gyra danced round and round the mats.
The Registrar"s lights blinked with what might almost have been nervousness.
"Smith of Earth. Item: Garnot of Jlob has withdrawn his recommendation that you leave the school. However, his transtellar history cla.s.s will have a new instructor for a week. His name is Khrom of Khaldmar.
"Item: Sog-chafka of Wortan withdraws his accusation that you used psi-power in Wortan fighting. Wortan fighting cla.s.ses have been dropped for two weeks.
"Item: Kard of Shilon does not wish to meet you again in Wortan.
"Item: Jorak of Gyra and Geria of Bortinot do not question your mentality and formally request that you release Jorak from psi-power suggestion which is causing Jorak to dance himself to death."
Smith listened rather absently and then went to the window and looked out over the strange landscape.
"Smith of Earth ... as yet you have not taken the battery of tests here, and the tests will determine your stay here. The choice is yours. We can request your withdrawal from the school, or we can keep you here. Your Dominant cla.s.sification has been thoroughly validated. We are sure you would be happy here, and the tests will be presented in such a way that you will...."
Well, he hadn"t let himself down. He"d defended his integrity as a human being. But he"d been told not to let Earth down.
Well, would he be letting Earth down by leaving? Would he be? If he returned and said that the galaxy had a school but we"d better not send students because the school is decadent--could Earth stand up in the face of its p.r.i.c.ked bubble?
What is, and what is not, letting your planet down? Smith knew it for an almost meaningless phrase, standing here before the clicking Registrar.
The important thing was to learn, for from learning are sowed the seeds of progress, and surely he had learned.
Yes, he had learned a great deal about the Galactic culture.
The Registrar"s voice droned on, being very logical and again petulant in a feminine way. It was a compliant machine. It got along well, maintaining a nice balance, with everyone. With Dominants it became slightly recessive. With Receptives, it was just a little bit Dominant.
He watched the monstrous blotch of the red star, swelling and crimson, old and fading, yet filling a quarter of the sky, like a fat old man, getting fatter while his brain rotted away in his skull.
He turned as the door opened. His breath shortened as she came toward him. Smith rubbed his bald pate, and felt the heat rise to his face.
"You made a fool of me, Smith," she whispered. "Now you"re blushing ...
and that"s just an act isn"t it? You"re still making a fool of me."
"No," he said. "The way I felt about you and the things I said, I meant them. I still do."
"But you let me use that psi-power on you ... and ... and if you"d wanted to ... you could have...." He stared. She was sobbing a little.
He had felt it before, but the feeling was strong enough now to motivate action. He put his arms about her, protectively. He looked out the window at the cragged horizon and the dying red star behind.
"The psi-power," he said. "I didn"t realize I had it then. When you used it ... and later, the dream-empathy, it stirred up a lot of old capacities. I wasn"t trying to fool anyone. I love you, Geria of Bortinot. And I"m not fooling...."
"_Your decision, Smith of Earth...._"
Well, he had learned a great deal about Galactic culture, so what should he do? A duty to Earth, to civilization. He had learned:
... That the superior cultures out here among the stars were a myth.