Sarloo seemed almost unable to form a sentence without making reference to his G.o.ds. Lazarus did not mind; to another"s religion he was tolerantly indifferent. "I will come, Sarloo, old bean. It will be a happy-making thing for me, too."
Sarloo took him in the common vehicle of the Jockaira, a wheelless wain shaped much like a soup bowl, which moved quietly and rapidly over the ground, skimming the surface in apparent contact. Lazarus squatted on the floor of the vessel while Sarloo caused it to speed along at a rate that made Lazarus" eyes water.
"Sasloo," Lazarus asked, shouting to make himself heard against the wind, "how does this thing work? What moves it?"
"The G.o.ds breathe on the-" Sarloo used a word not in their common language. "-and cause it to need to change its place."
Lazarus started to ask for a fuller explanation, then shut up. There had been something familiar about that answer and he now placed it; he had once given a very similar answer to one of the water people of Venus when he was asked to explain the diesel engine used in an early type of swamp tractor. Lazarus had not meant to be mysterious; he had simply been tongue-tied by inadequate common language. Well, there was a way to get around that- "Sarloo, I want to see pictures of what happens inside," Lazarus persisted, pointing. "You have pictures?"
"Pictures are," Sarloo acknowledged, "in the temple. You must not enter the temple." His great eyes looked mournfully at Lazarus, giving him a strong feeling that the Jockaira chief grieved over his friend"s lack of grace. Lazarus hastily dropped the subject.
But the thought of Venerians brought another puzzler to mind. The water people, cut off from the outside world by the eternal clouds of Venus, simply did not believe in astronomy. The arrival of Earthmen had caused them to readjust their concept of the cosmos a little, but there was reason to believe that their revised explanation was no closer to the truth. Lazarus wondered what the Jackaira thought about visitors from s.p.a.ce. They had shown no surprise-~-or had they? - "Sarloo," he asked, "do you know where my brothers and I come from?"
"I know," Sarloo answered. "You come from a distant sun -so distant that many seasons would come and go while light traveled that long journey." - Lazarus felt mildly astonished. "Who told you that?"
"The G.o.ds tell us. Your brother Libby spoke on it."
Lazarus was willing to lay odds that the G.o.ds had not got around to mentioning it until after Libby explained it to Kreel Sarloo. But he held his peace. He still wanted to ask Sarloo if he had been surprised to have visitors arrive from the skies but he could think of no Jockairan term for surprise or wonder. He was still trying to phrase the question when Sarloo spoke again: "The fathers of my people flew through the skies as you did, but that was before the coming of the G.o.ds. The G.o.ds, in their wisdom, bade us stop."
And that, thought Lazarus, is one d.a.m.n big lie, from pure panic. There was not the slightest indication that the Jockaira had ever been off the surface of their planet.
At Sarloo"s home that evening Lazarus sat through a long session of what he a.s.sumed was entertainment for the guest of honor, himself. He squatted beside Sarloo on a raised portion of the floor of the vast common room of the clan Kreel and listened to two hours of howling that might have been intended as singing. Lazarus felt that better music would result from stepping on the tails of fifty a.s.sorted dogs but he tried to take it in the spirit in which it seemed to be offered.
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He wondered why the Jockaira showed no interest in learning human technologies they were offered in return?
The howling discord died away and Lazarus brought his thoughts back to the scene around him. Food was brought; the Kreel family tackled it with the same jostling enthusiasm with which Jockaira did everything. Dignity, thought Lazarus--lean idea which never caught on here. A large bowl, full two feet across and brimful of an amorpheous meal, was placed in front of Kreel Sarloo. A dozen Kreels crowded atound it and started grabbing~giving no precedence to their senior. But Sadoo casually slapped a few of them out of the way and plunged a hand into the dish, brought forth a gob of the ration and rapidly kneaded it into a ball in the palm of his double-thumbed hand. Done, he shoved it towards Lazarus" mouth.
Lmarus war not squeamish-but he had to remind bimself first, that food for Jockaira was food for men, and second that he could not catch anything from them anyhow, before he could bring himself to try the proffered morsel.
He took a large bite. Mmmm. . . not too bad-bland and sticky, no particular flavor. Not good eithet~but could be swallowed. Grimly determined to uphold the hon of his race, he ate on, while promising himself a proper meal in the near future. When lie" (cit that to swallow another mouthful would be to invite physical and social diaaster.
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With hasty caution Lazarus removed the deadly toy from the child"s unwilling fingers, noted with relief that the safety was still on and reholstered it. Lazarus received a reproach for look; the kid seemed about to cry. "Hush," whispered Lazarus, "you"ll wake your o1d man. Here--"- He gathered the child into his left arm, and cradled it against his side. The little Jockaira snuggled up to him, laid a soft moist mouth against his side, and promptly went to sleep.
Lazarus looked down at him. "You"re a cute little devil," he said softly. "I-could grow right fond of you if 1 could ever get used to your smell."
Some of the incidents between the two races would bave been funny bad they not been charged with potential trouble: for example, the case of Eleanor Johnson"s son Hubert This gangling adolescent was a confirmed sidewalk-superintendent. One day he was watching two technicians, one human and one Jockaira, adapt a Jockaira power source to the feed of Earth-type machinery. Tbe Jockaira was apparently amused by the boy and, in an obviously friendly spirit, picked him up.
Hubert began to scream.
His mother, never far from him, joined battle. She lacked strength and skill to do the utter destruction she was bent on; the big nonhuman was unhurt, but it created a nasty situation.
Administrator Ford and Oliver Johnson tried very hard to explain the incident to the amazed Jockaira. Fortunately, they seemed grieved rather than vengeful.
Ford then called in Eleanor Johnson. "You have endangered the entire colony by your stupidity-"
"But I-"
"Keep quiet! If you hadn"t spoiled the boy rotten, he would have behaved himself. If you weren"t a maudlin fool. you would have kept your hands to yourself. The boy goes to the regular development cla.s.ses henceforth and you are to let him alone. At the lightest sign of animosity on your part toward any of the natives, I"ll have you subjected to a few years" cold-rest. Now get out!"
Ford was forced to use almost as strong measures on Janice Schmidt. The interest shown in Hans Weatheral by the Jockaira extended to all the telepathic defectives. The natives seemed to be reduced to a state of quivering adoration by the mere fact that these could communicate with them directly. Kreel Sarloo informed Ford that he wanted the sensitives to be housed separately from the other defectives in the evacuated temple of the Earthmen"s city and that the Jockaira wished to wait on them personally. It was more of an order than a request.
Janice Schmidt submitted ungracefully to Ford"s insistence that the Jockaira be humored in the matter in return for all that they had done, and Jockaira nurses took over under her jealous eyes.
Every sensitive of intelligence level higher than the semimoronic Hans Weatheral promptly developed spontaneous and extreme psychoses while being attended by Jockaira.
So Ford had another headache to straighten out. Janice Schmidt was more powerfully and more intelligently vindictive than was Eleanor Johnson. Ford was s-tpr~d to bind Janice over to keep the peace under the threat of retiring her completely from the care of her beloved "children." Kreel Sarloo, distressed and apparently shaken to his core, accepted a compromise whereby Janice and her junior nurses resumed care of the poor psychotics while Jockaira continued to minister to sensitives of moron level and below.
But the greatest difficulty arose over . . . surnames. Jockaira each had an individual name and a surname. Surnames were limited in number, much as they were in the Families. A native"s surname referrect equally to his tribe and to the temple in which he worshipped.
Kreel Sarloo took up the matter with Ford. "High Father of the Strange Brothers," he said, "the time has come for you and your children to choose your surnames." (The rendition of Sarloo"s speech into English necessarily contains inherent errors.) Ford was used to difficulties in understanding the Jockaira. "Sarloo, brother and friend," he answered, "I hear your words but I do not understand. Speak more fully."
Sarloo began over. "Strange brother, the seasons come and the seasons go and there is a time of ripening. The G.o.ds tell us that you, the Strange Brothers, have reached the time in your education (?) when you must select your tribe and your temple. I have come to arrange with you the preparations (ceremonies?) by which each will choose his surname. I speak for the G.o.ds in this. But let me say for myself that it would make me happy if you, my brother Ford, were to choose the temple Kreel."
Ford stalled while he tried to understand what was implied. "I am happy that you wish me to have your surname. But my people already have their own surnames."
Sarloo dismissed that with a flip of his lips. "Their present surnames are words and nothing more. Now they must choose their real surnames, each the name of his temple and of the G.o.d whom he will worship. Children grow up and are no longer children."
Ford decided that he needed advice. "Must this be done at once?"
"Not today, but in the near future. The G.o.ds are patient."
Ford called in Zaccur Barstow, Oliver Johnson, Lazarus Long, and Ralph Schultz, and described the interview. Johnson played back the recording of the conversation and strained to catch the sense of the words. He prepared several possible translations but failed to throw any new light on the matter.
"It looks," said Lazarus, "like a case of join the church or get out."
"Yes," agreed Zaccur Barstow, "that much seems to come through plainly. Well, I think we can afford to go through the motions. Very few of our people have religious prejudices strong enough to forbid their paying lip service to the native G.o.ds in the interests of the general welfare."
"I imagine you are correct," Ford said. "I, for one, have no objection to adding Kreel to my name and taking part in their genuflections if it will help us to live in peace." He frowned. "But I would not want to see our culture submerged in theirs."
"You can forget that," Ralph Schultz a.s.sured him. "No matter what we have to do to please them, there is absolutely no chance of any real cultural a.s.similation. Our brains are not like theirs-just how different I am only beginning to guess."
"Yeah," said Lazarus, " "just how different.""
Ford turned to Lazarus. "What do you mean by that? What"s troubling you?"
"Nothing. Only," he added, "I never did share the general enthusiasm for this place."
They agreed that one man should take the plunge first, then report back. Lazarus tried to grab the a.s.signment on seniority, Schultz claimed it as a professional right; Ford overruled them and appointed himself, a.s.serting that it was his duty as the responsible executive.- Lazarus went with him to the doors of the temple where the induction was to take place. Ford was as bare of clothing as the Jockaira, but Lazarus, since he was not to enter the temple, was able to wear his kilt. Many of the colonists, sunstarved after years in the ship, went bare when it suited them, just as the Jockaira did. But Lazarus never did. Not only did his habits run counter to it, but a blaster is an extremely conspicuous object on a bare thigh.
Kreel Sarloo greeted them and escorted Ford inside. Lazarus called out after them, "Keep your chin up, pal!"
He waited. He struck a cigarette and smoked it. He walked up and down. He had no way to judge how long it would be; it seemed, in consequence, much longer than it was.
At last the doors slid back and natives crowded out through them. They seemed curiously worked up about something and none of them came near Lazarus. The press that still existed in the great doorway separated, formed an aisle, and a figure came running headlong through it and out into the open.
Lazarus recognized Ford.
Ford did not stop where Lazarus waited but plunged blindly on past. He tripped and fell down. Lazarus hurried to him.
Ford made no effort to get up. He lay sprawled face down, his shoulders heaving violently, his frame shaking with sobs. Lazarus knelt by him and shook him. "Slayton," he demanded, "what"s happened? What"s wrong with you?" Ford turned wet and horror-stricken eyes to him, checking his sobs momentarily. He did not speak but he seemed to recognize Lazarus. He flung himself on Lazarus, clung to him, wept more violently than before.
Lazarus wrenched himself free and slapped Ford hard. "Snap out of it!" he ordered. "Tell me what"s the matter."
Ford jerked his head at the slap and stopped his outcries but he said nothing. His eyes looked dazed. A shadow fell across Lazarus" line of sight; he spun around, covering with his blaster. Kreel Sarloo stood a few feet away and did not come closer-not because of the weapon; he had never seen one before.
"You!" said Lazarus. "For the- What did you do to him?"
He checked himself and switched to speech that Sarloo could understand. "What has happened to my brother Ford?"
"Take him away," said Sarloo, his lips twitching. "This is a bad thing. This is a very bad thing."
"You"re telling me!" said Lazarus. He did not bother to translate.
Chapter 3.
THE SAME CONFERENCE as before, minus its chairman, met as quickly as possible. Lazarus told his story, Shultz reported on Ford"s condition. "The medical staff can"t find anything wrong with him. All I can say with certainty is that the Administrator is suffering from an undiagnosed extreme psychosis. We can"t get into communication with him."
"Won"t he talk at all?" asked Barstow.
"A word or two, on subjects as simple as food or water. Any attempt to reach the cause of his trouble drives him into incoherent hysteria."
"No diagnosis?"
"Well, if you want an unprofessional guess in loose language, I"d say he was scared out of his wits. But," Schultz added, "I"ve seen fear syndromes before. Never anything like this."
"I have," Lazarus said suddenly.
"You have? Where? What were the circ.u.mstances?"
"Once," said Lazarus, "when I was a kid, a couple of hundred years back, I caught a grown coyote and penned him up. I had a notion I could train him to be a hunting dog. It didn"t work.
"Ford acts just the way that coyote did."
An unpleasant silence followed. Schultz broke it with, "I don"t quite see what you mean. What is the parallel?"
"Well," Lazarus answered slowly, "this is just my guess. Slayton is the only one who knows the true answer and he can"t talk. But here"s my opinion: we"ve had these Jockaira doped out all wrong from scratch. We made the mistake of thinking that because they looked like us, in a general way, and were about as civilized as we are, that they were people. But they aren"t people at all. They are . . . domestic animals.
"Wait a minute now!" he added. "Don"t get in a rush. There are people on this planet, right enough. Real people. They lived in the temples and the Jockaira called them G.o.ds. They are G.o.ds!"
Lazarus pushed on before anyone could interrupt. "I know what you"re thinking. Forget it. I"m not going metaphysical on you; I"m just putting it the best I can. I mean that there is something living in those temples and whatever it is, it is such heap big medicine that it can pinch-hit for G.o.ds, so you might as well call "em that. Whatever they are, they are the true dominant race on this planet-its people! To them, the rest of us, Jocks or us, are just animals, wild or tame. We made the mistake of a.s.suming that a local religion was merely superst.i.tion. It ain"t."
Barstow said slowly, "And you think this accounts for what happened to Ford?"
"I do. He met one, the one called Kreel, and it drove him crazy."
"I take it," said Schultz, "that it is your theory that any man exposed to this . . . this presence . . . would become psychotic?"
"Not exactly," answered Lazarus. "What scares me a d.a.m.n" sight more is the fear that I might not go crazy!"
That same day the Jockaira withdrew all contact with the Earthmen. It was well that they did so, else there would have been violence. Fear hung over the city, fear of horror worse than death, fear of some terrible nameless thing, the mere knowledge of which would turn a man into a broken mindless animal. The Jockaira no longer seemed harmless friends, rather clownish despite their scientific attainments, but puppets, decoys, bait for the unseen potent beings who lurked in the "temples."
There was no need to vote on it; with the single-mindedness of a crowd stampeding from a burning building the Earthmen wanted to leave this terrible place. Zaccur Barstow a.s.sumed command. "Get King on the screen. Tell him to send down every boat at once. We"ll get out of here as fast as we can." He ran his fingers worriedly through his hair. "What"s the most we can load each trip, Lazarus? How long will the evacuation take?"
Lazarus muttered.
"What did you say?
"I said, "It ain"t a case of how long; it"s a case of will we be let." Those things in the temples may want more domestic animals-us!"
Lazarus was needed as a boat pilot but he was needed more urgently for his ability to manage a crowd. Zaccur Barstow was telling him to conscript a group of emergency police when Lazarus looked past Zaccur"s shoulder and exclaimed, "Oh oh! Hold it, Zack-school"s out."
Zaccur turned his head quickly an4 saw, approaching with stately dignity across the council hail, Kreel Sarloo. No one got in his way.
They soon found out why. Zaccur moved forward to greet him, found himself stopped about ten feet from the Jockaira. No clue to the cause; just that-stopped.
"I greet you, unhappy brother," Sarloo began.
"I greet you, Krecl Sarloo."
"The G.o.ds have spoken. Your kind can never be civilized (?).You and your brothers are to leave this world."
Lazarus let out a deep sigh of relief. - "We are leaving, Kreel Sarloo," Zaccur answered soberly.
"The G.o.ds require that you leave. Send your bother Libby to me."
Zaccur sent for Libby, then turned back to Sarloo. But the Jockaira had nothing more to say to them; he seemed indifferent to their presence. They waited.
Libby arrived. Sarloo held him in a long conversation. Barstow and Lazarus were both in easy earshot and could see their lips move, but heard nothing. Lazarus found the circ.u.mstance very disquieting. d.a.m.n my eyes, he thought, I could figure several ways to pull that trick with the right equipment but I"ll bet none of "em is the right answer-and I don"t see any equipment.
The silent discussion ended, Sarloo stalked off without farewell. Libby turned to the others and spoke; now his voice could be heard. "Sarloo tells me," he began, brow wrinkled in puzzlement, "that we are to go to a planet, uh, over thirtytwo light-years from here. The G.o.ds have decided it." He stopped and bit his lip.
"Don"t fret about it," advised Lazarus. "Just be glad they want us to leave. My guess is that they could have squashed us flat just as easily. Once we"re out in s.p.a.ce we"ll pick our. own destination."