Rghab sat down on the edge of the pool, paddled her feet in the water. "Come sit beside me. Consider the edge of the "big bang". What is there out beyond that limit where the red shift has the magnitude that means that the expansion of the universe equals the speed of light - what is beyond?"
I answered rather stiffly, "Katie, your hypothetical question lacks meaning. I"ve kept up, more or less, with such silly notions as the "big bang" and the "expanding universe" because a preacher of the Gospel must keep track of such theories in order to be able to refute them. The two you mention imply an impossible length of time impossible because the world was created about six thousand years ago. "About" because the exact date of Creation is hard to calculate, and also because I am uncertain as to the present date. But around six thousand years not the billion years or so the big-bangers need."
"Alec... your universe is about twenty-three billion years old." "
I started to retort, closed my mouth. I will not flatly contradict my hostess.
She added, "And your universe was created in four thousand and four BC."
I stared at the water long enough for Sybil to surface and splash us.
"Well, Alec?"
"You"ve left me with nothing to say."
"But notice carefully what I did say. I did not say that the world was created twenty-three billion years ago; I said that was its age. It was created old. Created with fossils in the ground and craters on the moon, all speaking of great age. Created that way by Yahweh, because it amused Him to do so. One of those scientists said, "G.o.d does not roll dice with the universe." Unfortunately not true. Yahweh rolls loaded dice with His universe... to deceive His creatures."
"Why would He do that?"
"Lucifer says that it is because He is a poor Artist, the sort who is always changing his mind and sc.r.a.ping the canvas. And a practical joker. But I"m really not ent.i.tled to an opinion; I"m not at that level. And Lucifer is prejudiced where His Brother is concerned; I think that is obvious. You haven"t remarked on the greatest wonder."
"Maybe I missed it."
"No, I think you were being polite. How an old wh.o.r.e happened to have opinions about cosmogony and teleology and eschatology and other long words of Greek derivation; that"s the greatest wonder. Not?"
"Why, Rahab honey, I was just so busy counting your wrinkles that I wasn"t lis"
This got me shoved into the water. I came up sputtering and spouting and found both women laughing at me. So I placed both hands on the edge of the pool with Katie captured inside the circle. She did not seem to mind being captive; she leaned against me like a cat. "You were about to say?" I asked.
"Alec, to be able to read and write is as wonderful as s.e.x. Or almost. You may not fully appreciate what a, blessing it is because you probably learned how as a baby and have been doing it casually ever since. But when I was a wh.o.r.e in Canaan almost four millennia ago, I did not know how to read and write. I learned by listening... to johns, to neighbors, to gossip in the market. But that"s not a way to learn much, and even scribes and judges were ignorant then.
"I had been dead nearly three centuries before I learned to read and write, and when I did learn, I was taught by the ghost of a harlot from what later became the great Cretan civilization. Saint Alec, this may startle you but, An general throughout history, wh.o.r.es learned to read and write long before respectable women took up the dangerous practice. When I did learn, brother. For a while it crowded s.e.x out of my life."
She grinned up at me. "Almost, anyhow. Presently I went back to a more healthy balance, reading and s.e.x, in equal amounts."
"I don"t have the strength for that ratio."
"Women are different. My best education started with the burning of the Library at Alexandria. Yahweh didn"t want it, so Lucifer grabbed the ghosts of all those thousands of codices, took them to, h.e.l.l, regenerated them carefully - and Rahab had a picnic! And let me add: Lucifer has His eye on the Vatican Library, since it will be up for salvage soon. Instead of having to regenerate ghosts, in the case of the Vatican Library, Lucifer plans to pinch it off intact just before Time Stop, and take it unhurt to h.e.l.l. Won"t that be grand?"
"Sounds as if it would be. The only thing about which I"ve ever envied the papists is their library. But... "regenerated ghosts"?"
"Slap my back."
"Huh?"
"Slap it. No, harder than that; I"m not a fragile little b.u.t.terfly. Harder. That"s more like it. What you just, slapped is a regenerated ghost."
"Felt solid."
"Should be, I paid list price for the job. It was before Lucifer noticed me and made me a bird in a gilded cage, a pitiful sight to see. I understand that, if you are saved and go to Heaven, regeneration goes with salvation... but here you buy it on credit, then work your a.r.s.e off to pay for it. That being exactly how I paid for it. Saint Alec, you didn"t die, I know. A regenerated body is just like the one a person has before death, but better. No contagious diseases, no allergies, no old-age wrinkles - and "wrinkles" my foot! I wasn"t wrinkled the day I died... or at least not much. How did you get me talking about wrinkles? We were discussing relativity and the expanding universe, high-type intellectual conversation."
That night Sibil made a strong effort to get into my bed, an effort that Katie firmly thwarted - the went to bed with me herself. "Pat said that you were not to be allowed to sleep alone."
Pat thinks I"m sick. I"m not."
"I won"t argue it. And don"t quiver your chin, dear; Mother Rahab will let you sleep."
Sometime in the night I woke up sobbing, and Katie was there. She comforted me. I"m sure Pat told her about my nightmares. With Katie there to quiet me down I got back to sleep rather quickly.
It was a sweet Arcadian interlude... save for the absence of Margrethe. But Katie had me convinced that I owed it to Jerry (and to her) to be patient and not brood over my loss. So I did not, or not much, in the daytime, and, while night could be bad, even lonely nights are not too lonely with Mother Rahab to soothe one after waking up emotionally defenceless. She was always there except one night she had to be away. Sybil took that watch, carefully instructed by Katie, and carried it out the same way.
I discovered one amusing thing about Sybil. In sleep she slips back into her natural shape, imp or afrit, without knowing it. This makes her about six inches shorter and she has those cute little horns that were the first thing I had noticed about her, at the Sans Souci.
Daytimes we swam and sunbathed and rode horseback and picnicked out in the hills. In making this enclave Jerry had apparently pinched off many square miles; we appeared to be able to go as far as we liked in any direction.
Or perhaps I don"t understand at all how such things are done.
Strike out "perhaps" - I know as much about operations On the G.o.d level as a frog knows about Friday.
Jerry had been gone about a week when Rahab showed up at the breakfast table with my memoir ma.n.u.script. Saint Alec, Lucifer sent instructions that you are to bring up to date and keep it up to date.-
"All right. Will longhand do? Or, if there is a typewriter around, I guess I could hunt and peck."
"You do it longhand; I"ll do a smooth draft. I"ve done lots of secretarial work for Prince Lucifer."
"Katie, sometimes you call Him Jerry, sometimes Lucifer, never Satan."
"Alec, He prefers "Lucifer" but He answers to anything. "Jerry" and "Katie" were names invented for you and Marga -"
"And "Sybil"," Sybil amended.
"And "Sybil". Yes, Egret. Do you want your own name back now?"
"No, I think it"s nice that Alec - and Marga - have names for us that no one else knows."
"Just a minute," I put in. "The day I met you, all three of you responded to those names as if you had worn them all your lives."
"Mom and I are pretty fast at extemporaneous drama," Sybil-Egret said. "They didn"t know they were fire-worshipers until I slipped it into the conversation. And I didn"t know I was a witch until Mom tipped me off. Israfel is pretty sharp, too. But he did have more time to think about his role."
"So we were snookered in all directions. A couple of country cousins."
"Alec," Katie said to me earnestly, "Lucifer always has reasons for what He does. He rarely explains. His intentions are malevolent only toward malicious people which you are not."
.We three were sunbathing by the pool when Jerry returned suddenly. He said abruptly to me, not even stopping first to speak to Katie: "Get your clothes on. We"re leaving at once.
Katie bounced up, rushed in and got my clothes. The women had me dressed as fast as a fireman answering an alarm. Katie shoved my razor into my pocket, b.u.t.toned it. I announced, "I"m ready!"
"Where"s his ma.n.u.scrip?"