Oomphel in the Sky

Chapter 3

"Oh, I shouldn"t think so. This observer will observe, and nothing else.

She will take no part in anything you"re doing, will voice no objections, and will not interrupt anything you are saying to the shoonoon. I was quite firm on that, and the governor general agreed completely."

"She?"

"Yes. A Miss Edith Shaw; do you know anything about her?"

"I"ve met her a few times; c.o.c.ktail parties and so on." She was young enough, and new enough to Kwannon, not to have a completely indurated mind. On the other hand, she was EETA which was bad, and had a master"s in sociography from Adelaide, which was worse. "When can I look for her?"

"Well, the governor general"s going to screen me and find out when you"ll have the shoonoon on hand."

Doesn"t want to talk to me at all, Miles thought. Afraid he might say something and get quoted.

"For your information, they"ll be here inside an hour. They will have to eat, and they"re all tired and sleepy. I should say "bout oh-eight-hundred. Oh, and will you tell the governor general to tell Miss Shaw to bring an overnight kit with her. She"s going to need it."

He was up at 0400, just a little after Beta-rise. He might be a civilian big-wheel in an Army psychological warfare project, but he still had four newscasts a day to produce. He spent a couple of hours checking the 0600 "cast and briefing Harry Walsh for the indeterminate period in which he would be acting chief editor and producer. At 0700, Foxx Travis put in an appearance. They went down to the fourth floor, to the little room they had fitted out as command-post, control room and office for Operation Shoonoo.

There was a rectangular black traveling-case, initialed E. S., beside the open office door. Travis nodded at it, and they grinned at one another; she"d come early, possibly hoping to catch them hiding something they didn"t want her to see. Entering the office quietly, they found her seated facing the big viewscreen, smoking and watching a couple of enlisted men of the First Kwannon Native Infantry at work in another room where the pickup was. There were close to a dozen lipstick-tinted cigarette b.u.t.ts in the ashtray beside her. Her private face wasn"t particularly happy. Maybe she was being earnest and concerned about the betterment of the underpriviledged, or the satanic maneuvers of the selfish planters.

Then she realized that somebody had entered; with a slight start, she turned, then rose. She was about the height of Foxx Travis, a few inches shorter than Miles, and slender. Light blond; green suit costume. She ditched her private face and got on her public one, a pleasant and deferential smile, with a trace of uncertainty behind it. Miles introduced Travis, and they sat down again facing the screen.

It gave a view, from one of the long sides and near the ceiling, of a big room. In the center, a number of seats--the drum-shaped cushions the natives had adopted in place of the seats carved from sections of tree trunk that they had been using when the Terrans had come to Kwannon--were arranged in a semicircle, one in the middle slightly in advance of the others. Facing them were three armchairs, a remote-control box beside one and another Kwann cushion behind and between the other two. There was a large globe of Kwannon, and on the wall behind the chairs an array of viewscreens.

"There"ll be an interpreter, a native Army sergeant, between you and Captain Travis," he said. "I don"t know how good you are with native languages, Miss Shaw; the captain is not very fluent."

"Cushions for them, I see, and chairs for the lordly Terrans," she commented. "Never miss a chance to rub our superiority in, do you?"

"I never deliberately force them to adopt our ways," he replied. "Our chairs are as uncomfortable for them as their low seats are for us.

Difference, you know, doesn"t mean inferiority or superiority. It just means difference."

"Well, what are you trying to do, here?"

"I"m trying to find out a little more about the psychology back of these frenzies and swarmings."

"It hasn"t occurred to you to look for them in the economic wrongs these people are suffering at the hands of the planters and traders, I suppose."

"So they"re committing suicide, and that"s all you can call these swarmings, and the fire-frenzies in the south, from economic motives,"

Travis said. "How does one better oneself economically by dying?"

She ignored the question, which was easier than trying to answer it.

"And why are you bothering to talk to these witch doctors? They aren"t representative of the native people. They"re a lot of cynical charlatans, with a vested interest in ignorance and superst.i.tion--"

"Miss Shaw, for the past eight centuries, earnest souls have been bewailing the fact that progress in the social sciences has always lagged behind progress in the physical sciences. I would suggest that the explanation might be in difference of approach. The physical scientist works _with_ physical forces, even when he is trying, as in the case of contragravity, to nullify them. The social scientist works _against_ social forces."

"And the result"s usually a miserable failure, even on the physical-accomplishment level," Foxx Travis added. "This storm shelter project that was set up ten years ago and got nowhere, for instance.

Ramon Gonzales set up a shelter project of his own seventy-five hours ago, and he"s half through with it now."

"Yes, by forced labor!"

"Field surgery"s brutal, too, especially when the anaesthetics run out.

It"s better than letting your wounded die, though."

"Well, we were talking about these shoonoon. They are a force among the natives; that can"t be denied. So, since we want to influence the natives, why not use them?"

"Mr. Gilbert, these shoonoon are blocking everything we are trying to do for the natives. If you use them for propaganda work in the villages, you will only increase their prestige and make it that much harder for us to better the natives" condition, both economically and culturally--"

"That"s it, Miles," Travis said. "She isn"t interested in facts about specific humanoid people on Kwannon. She has a lot of high-order abstractions she got in a cla.s.sroom at Adelaide on Terra."

"No. Her idea of bettering the natives" condition is to rope in a lot of young Kwanns, put them in Government schools, overload them with information they aren"t prepared to digest, teach them to despise their own people, and then send them out to the villages, where they behave with such insufferable arrogance that the wonder is that so few of them stop an arrow or a charge of buckshot, instead of so many. And when that happens, as it does occasionally, Welfare says they"re murdered at the instigation of the shoonoon."

"You know, Miss Shaw, this isn"t just the roughneck"s scorn for the egghead," Travis said. "Miles went to school on Terra, and majored in extraterrestrial sociography, and got a master"s, just like you did. At Montevideo," he added. "And he spent two more years traveling on a Paula von Schlicten Fellowship."

Edith Shaw didn"t say anything. She even tried desperately not to look impressed. It occurred to him that he"d never mentioned that fellowship to Travis. Army Intelligence must have a pretty good _dossier_ on him.

Before anybody could say anything further, a Terran captain and a native sergeant of the First K.N.I. came in. In the screen, the four sepoys who had been fussing around straightening things picked up auto-carbines and posted themselves two on either side of a door across from the pickup, taking positions that would permit them to fire into whatever came through without hitting each other.

What came through was one hundred and eighty-four shoonoon. Some wore robes of loose gauze strips, and some wore fire-dance cloaks of red and yellow and orange ribbons. Many were almost completely naked, but they were all amulet-ed to the teeth. There must have been a couple of miles of bra.s.s and bright-alloy wire among them, and half a ton of bright sc.r.a.p-metal, and the skulls, bones, claws, teeth, tails and other components of most of the native fauna. They debouched into the big room, stopped, and stood looking around them. A native sergeant and a couple more sepoys followed. They got the shoonoon over to the semicircle of cushions, having to chase a couple of them away from the single seat at front and center, and induced them to sit down.

The native sergeant in the little room said something under his breath; the captain laughed. Edith Shaw gaped for an instant and said, "_Muggawsh_!" Travis simply remarked that he"d be d.a.m.ned.

"They do look kind of unusual, don"t they?" Miles said. "I wouldn"t doubt that this is the biggest a.s.semblage of shoonoon in history. They aren"t exactly a gregarious lot."

"Maybe this is the beginning of a new era. First meeting of the Kwannon Thaumaturgical Society."

A couple more K.N.I. privates came in with serving-tables on contragravity floats and began pa.s.sing bowls of a frozen native-food delicacy of which all Kwanns had become pa.s.sionately fond since its introduction by the Terrans. He let them finish, and then, after they had been relieved of the empty bowls, he nodded to the K.N.I. sergeant, who opened a door on the left. They all went through into the room they had been seeing in the screen. There was a stir when the shoonoon saw him, and he heard his name, in its usual native misp.r.o.nunciation, repeated back and forth.

"You all know me," he said, after they were seated. "Have I ever been an enemy to you or to the People?"

"No," one of them said. "He speaks for us to the other Terrans. When we are wronged, he tries to get the wrongs righted. In times of famine he has spoken of our troubles, and gifts of food have come while the Government argued about what to do."

[Ill.u.s.tration]

He wished he could see Edith Shaw"s face.

"There was a sickness in our village, and my magic could not cure it,"

another said. "Mailsh Heelbare gave me oomphel to cure it, and told me how to use it. He did this privately, so that I would not be made to look small to the people of the village."

And that had infuriated EETA; it was a question whether unofficial help to the natives or support of the prestige of a shoonoo had angered them more.

"His father was a trader; he gave good oomphel, and did not cheat.

Mailsh Heelbare grew up among us; he took the Manhood Test with the boys of the village," another oldster said. "He listened with respect to the grandfather-stories. No, Mailsh Heelbare is not our enemy. He is our friend."

"And so I will prove myself now," he told them. "The Government is angry with the People, but I will try to take their anger away, and in the meantime I am permitted to come here and talk with you. Here is a chief of soldiers, and one of the Government people, and your words will be heard by the oomphel machine that remembers and repeats, for the Governor and the Great Soldier Chief."

They all brightened. To make a voice recording was a wonderful honor.

Then one of them said:

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