you rest a while?" It spun me around as I looked for the source of the voice.
I found her in a nook in the bushes, seated on a contour chair that allowed her to stretch out in a half- reclining position. She must have weighed near to two hundred-Earth-weight-pounds.
But the thing that had startled me more than the sound of her voice was that she had spoken in the universal language of the Ten Thousand Worlds. And without accent!
"You"re-?" I started to ask.
"Human," she finished for me.
"How did you get here?" I inquired eagerly.
"With my husband." She was obviously enjoying my astonishment. She was a beautiful woman, in a
gentle bovine way, and very friendly. Her blond hair was done up in tight ringlets.
"You mean . . . Trobt?" I asked.
"Yes." As I stood trying to phrase my wonderment into more questions, she asked, "You"re the
Earthman, aren"t you?"
I nodded. "Are you from Earth?"
"No," she answered. "My home world is Mandel"s Planet, in the Thumb group."
She indicated a low ha.s.sock of a pair, and I seated myself on the lower and leaned an elbow on the
higher, beginning to smile. It would have been difficult not to smile in the presence of anyone so
contented. "How did you meet Trobt?" I asked.
"It"s a simple love story. Kalin visited Mandel-without revealing his true ident.i.ty of course-met, and courted me. I learned to love him, and agreed to come to his world as his wife."
"Did you know that he wasn"t . . . That he . . ." I stumbled over just how to phrase the question. And
wondered if I should have started it.
Her teeth showed white and even as she smiled. She propped a pillow under one plump arm and finished my sentence for me. ". . . That he wasn"t Human?" I was grateful for the way she put me at ease-almost as though we had been old friends.
I nodded.
"I didn"t know." For a moment she seemed to draw back into her thoughts, as though searching for something she had almost forgotten. "He couldn"t tell me. It was a secret he had to keep. When I arrived here and learned that his planet wasn"t a charted world, was not even Human, I was a little uncertain and
lonesome. But not frightened. I knew Kalin would never let me be hurt. Even my lonesomeness left quickly. Kalin and I love each other very deeply. I couldn"t be more happy than I am now."
She seemed to see I did not consider that my question had been answered-completely. "You"re
wondering still if I mind that he isn"t Human, aren"t you?" she asked. "Why should I? After all, what does it mean to be "Human"? It is only a word that differentiates one group of people from another. I seldom think of the Veldians as being different-and certainly never that they"re beneath me."
"Does it bother you-if you"ll pardon this curiosity of mine-that you will never be able to bear Kalin"s children?"
"The child you saw the first morning is my son," she answered complacently.
"But that"s impossible," I blurted.
"Is it?" she asked. "You saw the proof."
"I"m no expert at this sort of thing," I said slowly, "but I"ve always understood that the possibility of two separate species producing offspring was a million to one."
"Greater than that, probably," she agreed. "But whatever the odds, sooner or later the number is bound to
come up. This was it."
I shook my head, but there was no arguing a fact. "Wasn"t it a bit unusual that Kalin didn"t marry a Veldian woman?"
"He has married-two of them," she answered. "I"m his third wife."
"Then they do practice polygamy," I said. "Are you content with such a marriage?"
"Oh yes," she answered. "You see, besides being very much loved, I occupy a rather enviable position
here. I, ah . . ." She grew slightly fl.u.s.tered. "Well . . . the other women-the Veldian women-can bear
children only once every eight years, and during the other seven . . ." She hesitated again and I saw a tinge of red creep into her cheeks. She was obviously embarra.s.sed, but she laughed and resolutely went on.
"During the other seven, they lose their feminine appearance, and don"t think of themselves as women.
While I . . ." I watched with amus.e.m.e.nt as her color deepened and her glance dropped. "I am always of the same s.e.x, as you might say, always a woman. My husband is the envy of all his friends."
After her first reticence she talked freely, and I learned then the answer to the riddle of the boy-girls of Velda. And at least one reason for their great affection for children.
One year of fertility in eight . . .
Once again I saw the imprint of the voracious dleeth on this people"s culture. In their age-old struggle with their cold planet and its short growing seasons-and more particularly with the dleeth-the Veldian women had been shaped by evolution to better fit their environment. The women"s strength could not be spared for frequent childbearing-so childbearing had been limited. Further, one small child could be carried in the frequent flights from the dleeth, but not more than one. Nature had done its best to cope with the problem: In the off seven years she tightened the women"s flesh, atrophying glands and organs- making them nonfunctional-and changing their bodies to be more fit to labor and survive-and to fight, if necessary. It was an excellent adaptation-for a time and environment where a low birth rate was an a.s.set to survival.
But this adaptation had left only a narrow margin for race perpetuation. Each woman could bear only four children in her lifetime. That, I realized as we talked, was the reason why the Veldians had not colonized other planets, even though they had s.p.a.ce flight-and why they probably never would, without a drastic change in their biological make-up. That left so little ground for a quarrel between them and the Ten Thousand Worlds. Yet here we were, poised to spring into a death struggle.
"You are a very unusual woman." My attention returned to Trobt"s wife. "In a very unusual situation."
"Thank you," she accepted it as a compliment. She made ready to rise. "I hope you enjoy your visit here.
And that I may see you again before you return to Earth."
I realized then that she did not know of my peculiar position in her home. I wondered if she knew even
of the threat of war between us and her adopted people. I decided not, or she would surely have spoken of it. Either Trobt had deliberately avoided telling her, perhaps to spare her the pain it would have caused, or she had noted that the topic of my presence was disturbing to him and had tactfully refrained from inquiring. For just a moment I wondered if I should explain everything to her, and have her use the influence she must have with Trobt. I dismissed the idea as unworthy-and useless.
"Good night," I said. * * *
The next evening as we rode in a tricar Trobt asked if I would like to try my skill against a better Games player.
"I had a.s.sumed you were the best," I said.
"Only the second best," he answered. "It would he interesting to compare your game with that of our
champion. If you can whip him, perhaps we will have to revise our opinion of you Humans."
He spoke as though in jest, but I saw more behind his words than he intended me to see. Here at last might be a chance to do a positive service for my side. "I would be happy to play," I said.
Trobt parked the tricar on a side avenue and we walked perhaps a hundred yards. We stopped at the door of a small one-story stone house and Trobt tapped with his fingernails on a hollow gong buried in the wood.
After a minute a curtain over the door gla.s.s was drawn back and an old woman with straggly gray hair
peered out at us. She recognized Trobt and opened the door.
We went in. Neither Trobt nor the old woman spoke. She turned her back after closing the door and went to stir embers in a stone grate.
Trobt motioned with his head for me to follow and led the way into a back room. "Robert O. Lang," he said, "I would like you to meet Yondtl." * * *
I looked across the room in the direction Trobt had indicated. My first impression was of a great white blob, propped up on a couch and supported by the wall at its back.
Then the thing moved. Moved its eyes. It was alive. Its eyes told me also that it was a man. If I could
call it a man.
His head was large and bloated, with blue eyes, washed almost colorless, peering out of deep pouches of flesh. He seemed to have no neck; almost as though his great head were merely an extension of the
trunk, and separated only by puffy folds of fat. Other lappings of flesh hung from his body in great thick rolls.
It took another minute of fascinated inspection before I saw that he had no arms, and that no legs