Though the speakers lived in other places and named them as the homes of their ancestors, most of the Veldians were born here. Their history was colored, I might say even shaped, by their long era of struggle with the dleeth, a four-footed, hairy carnivore, physically little different from the big cats of Earth, but intelligent. They had battled the Veldians in a struggle for survival from the Veldians" earliest memories until a couple centuries before my visit. Now the last few surviving dleeth had found refuge in the frigid region of the north pole. With their physical superiority they probably would have won the struggle against the Veldians, except that their instincts had been purely predatory, and they had no hands and could not develop technology.
The City had been the one strong point that the dleeth had never been able to breach. It had been held by one of the stronger clans, and there was seldom unity among the tribes, yet any family about to bear a child was given sanctuary within its walls.
The clans were nomads-made so by the aggression of the dleeth-but they always made every effort to reach The City when childbirth was imminent. This explained, at least partly, why even strangers from foreign areas regarded The City as their home place.
I could see the Games Building from where I stood. In the walled city called Hearth it was the highest point. Big and red, it towered above the others, and the city around it rose to it like a wave, its consort of surrounding smaller buildings matched to each other in size and shape in concentric rings. Around each building wound the ramps of elevator runways, harmonious and useful, each of different colored stone, lending variety and warmth. Nowhere was there a clash of either proportion or color. Sometimes I wondered if the Veldians did not build more for the joy of creating symmetry, than because of utilitarian need.
I climbed into Trobt"s thee-wheeled car as it stopped before me, and the minute I settled into the bucket seat and gripped the bracing handles, Trobt spun the car and it dived into the highway and rushed toward the city. The vehicle seemed unstable, being about the width of a motor bike, with side car in front, and having nothing behind except a metal box that must have housed a powerful battery, and a shaft with the rear wheel that did the steering. It was an arrangement that made possible sudden wrenching turns that were battering to any pa.s.senger as unused to it as I. To my conditioning it seemed that the Veldians on the highway drove like madmen, the traffic rules were incomprehensible or nonexistent, and all drivers seemed determined to drive only in gull-like sweeping lines, giving no obvious change of course for other such cars, brushing by tricars from the opposite direction with an inch or less of clearance.
Apparently the maneuverability of the cars and the skill of the drivers were enough to prevent accidents, and I had to force my totally illogical drivers" reflexes to relax and stop tensing against the nonexistent peril.
I studied Trobt as he drove, noting the casual way he held the wheel, and the a.s.surance in the set of his shoulders. I tried to form a picture in my mind of the kind of man he was, and just what were the motivations that would move or drive him.
Physically he was a long-faced man, with a smooth muscular symmetry, and an Asiatic cast to his eyes. I was certain that he excelled at whatever job he held. In fact I was prepared to believe that he would excel at anything he tried. He was undoubtedly one of those amazing men for whom the exceptional was mere routine. If he were to be cast in the role of my opponent: be the person in whom the opposition of this race would be actualized-as I now antic.i.p.ated-I would not have wanted to bet against him.
The big skilled man was silent for several minutes, weaving the tricar with smooth swerves through a three-way tangle at an intersection, but twice he glanced at my expression with evident curiosity. Finally, as a man would state an obvious fact he said, "I presume you know you will be executed."
* * * Trobt"s face reflected surprise at the shock he must have read in mine. I had known the risk I would be taking in coming here, of course, and of the very real danger that it might end in my death. But this had come up on me too fast. I had not realized that the affair had progressed to the point where my death was already a.s.sured. I had thought that there would be negotiations, consultations, and perhaps ultimatums. But only if they failed did I believe that the repercussions might carry me along to my death.
However, there was the possibility that Trobt was merely testing my courage. I decided on boldness.
"No," I said. "I do not expect to be executed."
Trobt raised his eyebrows and slowed, presumably to gain more time to talk. With a sudden decision he swung the tricar from the road into one of the small parks spread at regular intervals along the highway.
"Surely you don"t think we would let you live? There"s a state of war between Velda and your Ten Thousand Worlds. You admit that you"re Human, and obviously you are here to spy. Yet when you"re captured, you do not expect to be executed?"
"Was I captured?" I asked, emphasizing the last word.
He pondered on that a moment, but apparently did not come up with an answer that satisfied him. "I presume your question means something," he said.
"If I had wanted to keep my presence here a secret, would I have set up a booth at the Fair and invited
inspection?" I asked.
He waved one hand irritably, as though to brush aside a picayune argument. "Obviously you did it to test yourself against us, to draw the great under your eye, and perhaps become a friend, treated as an equal with access to knowledge of our plans and weapons. Certainly! Your tactic drew two members of the
Council into your net before it was understood. If we had accepted you as a previously unknown Great, you would have won. You are a gambling man, and you played a gambler"s hand. You lost."
Partly he was right.
"My deliberate purpose was to reach you," I said, "or someone else with sufficient authority to listen to
what I have to say."
Trobt pulled the vehicle deeper into the park. He watched the cars of our escort settling to rest before
and behind us. I detected a slight unease and rigidity in his stillness as he said, "Speak then. I"m listening."
"I"ve come to negotiate," I told him.
* * * Something like a flash of puzzlement crossed his features before they returned to tighter immobility. Unexpectedly he spoke in Earthian, my own language. "Then why did you choose this method? Would it not have been better simply to announce yourself?"
This was the first hint he had given that he might have visited our Worlds before I visited his. Though we had suspected before I came that some of them must have. They probably knew of our existence
years before we discovered them.
Ignoring his change of language, I replied, still speaking Veldian, "Would it have been that simple? Or would some minor official, on capturing me, perhaps have had me imprisoned, or tortured to extract information?"
Again the suppressed puzzlement in the shift of position as he looked at me. "They would have treated you as an envoy, representing your Ten Thousand Worlds. You could have spoken to the Council immediately." He spoke in Veldian now.
"I did not know that," I said. "You refused to receive our fleet envoys; why should I expect you to accept
me any more readily?"
Trobt started to speak, stopped, and turned in his seat to regard me levelly and steadily, his expression unreadable. "Tell me what you have to say then. I will judge whether or not the Council will listen."
"To begin with-" I looked away from the expressionless eyes, out the windshield, down the vistas of brown short trees that grew between each small park and the next. "Until an exploring party of ours found signs of extensive mining operations on a small metal-rich planet, we knew nothing of your existence. We were not even aware that another race in the galaxy had discovered faster than light s.p.a.ce travel. But after the first clue we were alert for other signs, and found them. Our discovery of your planet was bound to come. However, we did not expect to be met on our first visit with an attack of such hostility as you displayed."
"When we learned that you had found us," Trobt said, "we sent a message to your Ten Thousand
Worlds, warning them that we wanted no contact with you. Yet you sent a fleet of s.p.a.ceships against us."I hesitated before answering. "That phrase, "sent against us," is hardly the correct one," I said. "The fleet was sent for a diplomatic visit, and was not meant as an aggressive action." I thought, But obviously the display of force was intended "diplomatically" to frighten you people into being polite. In diplomacy the smile, the extended hand-and the big stick visible in the other hand-had obviated many a war, by giving the stranger a chance to choose a hand, in full understanding of the alternative. We showed our muscle to your little planet-you showed your muscle. And now we are ready to be polite.
* * * I hoped these people would understand the face-saving ritual of negotiation, the disclaimers of intent, that would enable each side to claim that there had been no war, merely accident.
"We did not at all feel that you were justified in wiping the fleet from s.p.a.ce," I said. "But it was
probably a legitimate misunderstanding-"
"You had been warned!" Trobt"s voice was grim, his expression not inviting of further discussion. I thought I detected a bunching of the muscles in his arms.
For a minute I said nothing, made no gesture. Apparently this angle of approach was unproductive-and probably explosive. Also, trying to explain and justify the behavior of the Federation politicos could possibly become rather taxing.
"Surely you don"t intend to postpone negotiations indefinitely?" I asked tentatively. "One planet cannot
conquer the entire Federation."
The bunched muscles of his arms strained until they pulled his shoulders, and his lips whitened with the effort of controlling some savage anger. Apparently my question had impugned his pride.
This, I decided quickly, was not the time to make an enemy. "I apologize if I have insulted you," I said
in Earthian. "I do not yet always understand what I am saying, in your language."
He hesitated, made some kind of effort, and shifted to Earthian. "It is not a matter of strength, or weakness," he said, letting his words ride out on his released breath, "but of behavior, courtesy.
"We would have left you alone, but now it is too late. We will drive your faces into the ground. I am certain that we can, but if we could not, still we would try. To imply that we would not try, from fear, seems to me words to soil the mouth, not worthy of a man speaking to a man. We are converting our ships of commerce to war. Your people will see soon that we will fight."
* * * "Is it too late for negotiation?" I asked. His forehead wrinkled into a frown and he stared at me in an effort of concentration. When he spoke it was with a considered hesitation. "If I make a great effort I can feel that you are sincere, and not speaking to mock or insult. It is strange that beings who look so much like ourselves can"-he rubbed a hand across his eyes-"pause a moment. When I say "yag loogt"-n"balt" what does it mean to you in Earthish?"
"I must play." I hesitated as he turned one hand palm down, signifying that I was wrong. "I must duel," I said, finding another meaning in the way I had heard the phrase expressed. It was a strong meaning, judging by the tone and inflection the speaker had used. I had mimicked the tone without full understanding. The verb was perhaps stronger than must, meaning something inescapable, fated, but I could find no Earthian verb for it. I understood why Trobt dropped his hand to the seat without turning it palm up to signify that I was correct.
"There may be no such thought on the human worlds," he said resignedly. "I have to explain as to a child
or a madman. I cannot explain in Veldian, for it has no word to explain what needs no explanation."
He shifted to Earthian, his controlled voice sounding less controlled when moving with the more fluid inflections of my own tongue. "We said we did not want further contact. Nevertheless you sent the ships -deliberately in disregard of our expressed desire. That was an insult, a deep insult, meaning we have not strength to defend our word, meaning we are so helpless that we can be treated with impoliteness, like prisoners, or infants.
"Now we must show you which of us is helpless, which is the weakling. Since you would not respect our wishes, then in order to be not-further-insulted we must make of your people a captive or a child in helplessness, so that you will be without power to affront us another time."
"If apologies are in order-"
He interrupted with raised hand, still looking at me very earnestly with forehead wrinkled, thought half turned inward in difficult introspection of his own meaning, as well as a grasping for my viewpoint.
"The insult of the fleet can only be wiped out in the blood of testing-of battle-and the test will not
stop until one or the other shows that he is too weak to struggle. There is no other way."
He was demanding total surrender!
I saw it was a subject that could not be debated. The Federation had taken on a bearcat this time!
"I stopped because I wanted to understand you," Trobt resumed. "Because the others will not understand
how you could be an envoy-how your Federation could send an envoy-except as an insult. I have seen enough of human strangeness to be not maddened by the insolence of an emissary coming to us, or
by your people expecting us to exchange words when we carry your first insult still unwashed from our face. I can even see how it could perhaps be considered not an insult, for I have seen your people living on their planets and they suffered insult from each other without striking, until finally I saw that they did not know when they were insulted, as a deaf man does not know when his name is called."
I listened to the quiet note of his voice, trying to recognize the att.i.tude that made it different from his previous tones-calm and slow and deep. Certainty that what he was saying was important . . . conscious tolerance . . . generosity.
Trobt turned on the tricar"s motor and put his hands on the steering shaft. "You are a man worthy of respect," he said, looking down the dark empty road ahead. "I wanted you to understand us. To see the difference between us. So that you will not think us without justice." The car began to move.
"I wanted you to understand why you will die."