While the Omans could not understand this purely Terran reasoning, they accepted the decision without a demurring thought. "Who, then, are the two its to simulate?"
"No stipulation; roll your own," Hilton said, and glanced at Karns.
"None of these Oman women are really hard on the eyes."
"Check. Anybody who wouldn"t call any one of "em a slurpy dish needs a new set of optic nerves."
"In that case," the Omans said, "no delay at all will be necessary, as we can make do with one temporarily. The Sory, no longer Sora, who has not been glad since the Tuly replaced it, is now in your kitchen. It comes."
A woman came in and stood quietly in front of the two men, the wafted air carrying from her clear, smooth skin a faint but unmistakable fragrance of Idaho mountain syringa. She was radiantly happy; her bright, deep-green eyes went from man to man.
"You wish, sirs, to give me your orders verbally. And yes, you may order fresh, whole, not-canned hens" eggs."
"I certainly will, then; I haven"t had a fried egg since we left Terra.
But ... Larry said ... _you_ aren"t Sory!"
"Oh, but I am, sir."
Karns had been staring her, eyes popping. "Holy Saint Patrick! Talk about simulation, Jarve! They"ve made her over into Lawrence"s "Innocent"--exact to twenty decimals!"
"You"re so right." Hilton"s eyes went, half a dozen times, from the form of flesh to the painting and back. "That must have been a terrific job."
"Oh, no. It was quite simple, really," Sory said, "since the brain was not involved. I merely reddened my hair and lengthened it, made my eyes to be green, changed my face a little, pulled myself in a little around here...." Her beautifully-manicured hands swept the full circle of her waistline, then continued to demonstrate appropriately the rest of her speech:
"... and pushed me out a little up here and tapered my legs a little more--made them a little larger and rounder here at my hips and thighs and a little smaller toward and at my ankles. Oh, yes, and made my feet and hands a little smaller. That"s all. I thought the Doctor Karns would like me a little better this way."
"You can broadcast _that_ over the P-A system at high noon." Karns was still staring. ""That"s all," she says. But you didn"t have _time_ to ..."
"Oh, I did it day before yesterday. As soon as Javvy materialized the "Innocent" and I knew it to be your favorite art."
"But d.a.m.n it, we hadn"t even _thought_ of having you here then!"
"But I had, sir. I fully intended to serve, one way or another, in this your home. But of course I had no idea I would ever have such an honor as actually waiting on you at your table. Will you please give me your orders, sirs, besides the eggs? You wish the eggs fried in b.u.t.ter--three of them apiece--and sunny side up."
"Uh-huh, with ham," Hilton said. "I"ll start with a jumbo shrimp c.o.c.ktail. Horseradish and ketchup sauce; heavy on the horseradish."
"Same for me," Karns said, "but only half as much horseradish."
"And for the rest of it," Hilton went on, "hashed-brown potatoes and b.u.t.tered toast--plenty of extra b.u.t.ter--strong coffee from first to last. Whipping cream and sugar on the side. For dessert, apple pie _a la mode_."
"You make me drool, chief. Play that for me, please, Innocent, all the way."
"Oh? You are--you, personally, yourself, sir?--renaming me "Innocent"?"
"If you"ll sit still for it, yes."
"That is an incredible honor, sir. Simply unbelievable. I thank you! I thank you!" Radiating happiness, she dashed away toward the kitchen.
When the two men were full of food, they strolled over to a davenport facing the fire. As they sat down, Innocent entered the room, carrying a tall, dewy mint julep on a tray. She was followed by another female figure bearing a bottle of avignognac and the appurtenances which are its due--and at the first full sight of that figure Hilton stopped breathing for fifteen seconds.
Her hair was very thick, intensely black and long, cut squarely off just below the lowest points of her shoulder blades. Heavy brows and long lashes--eyes too--were all intensely, vividly black. Her skin was tanned to a deep and glowing almost-but-not-quite-brown.
"Murchison"s Dark Lady!" Hilton gasped. "Larry! You"ve--we"ve--_I"ve_ got that painting here?"
"Oh, yes, sir." The newcomer spoke before Larry could. "At the other end--your part--of the room. You will look now, sir, please?" Her voice was low, rich and as smooth as cream.
Putting her tray down carefully on the end-table, she led him toward the other fireplace. Past the piano, past the tri-di pit; past a towering grillwork holding art treasures by the score. Over to the left, against the wall, there was a big, business-like desk. On the wall, over the desk, hung _the_ painting; a copy of which had been in Hilton"s room for over eight years.
He stared at it for at least a minute. He glanced around: at the other priceless duplicates so prodigally present, at his own guns arrayed above the mantel and on each side of the fireplace. Then, without a word, he started back to join Karns. She walked springily beside him.
"What"s your name, Miss?" he asked, finally.
"I haven"t earned any as yet, sir. My number is ..."
"Never mind that. Your name is "Dark Lady"."
"Oh, thank you, sir; that is truly wonderful!" And Dark Lady sat cross-legged on the rug at Hilton"s feet and busied herself with the esoteric rites of Old Avignon.
Hilton took a deep inhalation and a small sip, then stared at Karns.
Karns, over the rim of his gla.s.s, stared back.
"I can see where this would be habit-forming," Hilton said, "and very deadly. _Extremely_ deadly."
"Every wish granted. Surrounded by all this." Karns swept his arm through three-quarters of a circle. "Waited on hand and foot by powerful men and by the materializations of the dreams of the greatest, finest artists who ever lived. Fatal? I don"t know...."
"My solid hope is that we never have to find out. And when you add in Innocent and Dark Lady.... They _look_ to be about seventeen, but the thought that they"re older than the hills of Rome and powered by everlasting atomic engines--" He broke off suddenly and blushed. "Excuse me, please, girls. I _know_ better than to talk about people that way, right in front of them; I really do."
"Do you really think we"re _people_?" Innocent and Dark Lady squealed, as one.
That set Hilton back onto his heels. "I don"t know.... I"ve wondered.
Are you?"
Both girls, silent, looked at Larry.
"We don"t know, either," Larry said. "At first, of course, there were crude, non-thinking machines. But when the Guide attained its present status, the Masters themselves could not agree. They divided about half and half on the point. They never did settle it any closer than that."
"I certainly won"t try to, then. But for my money, you are people,"
Hilton said, and Karns agreed.
That, of course, touched off a near-riot of joy; after which the two men made an inch-by-inch study of their tremendous living-room. Then, long after bedtime, Larry and Dark Lady escorted Hilton to his bedroom.