"I may have put it jokingly," protested Dark, a little taken aback, "but I"m serious, Maya."
"I know you are!" she giggled. "That"s what makes it so funny. Answering you in the same vein, Mr. Kensington, I don"t intend to put you in double jeopardy!"
Dark raised his eyebrows quizzically.
"I arrested you and you were killed resisting arrest," she explained mischievously. "I"ve discharged that duty as a terrestrial agent, so I don"t think I"m either required or ent.i.tled to arrest you again. And as for the other, well, I am a little sorry for Nuwell, but I do love you, and I won"t marry Nuwell, since you"re alive. But I can"t marry you, Dark."
Dark was stunned at this.
"Why not, Maya? You mean, because you"re a terrestrial agent?"
"No, it isn"t that. I"m planning to resign as an agent, as soon as I get back to Mars City, and that wouldn"t stop me, anyway. The reason I can"t marry you is simply that you haven"t asked me."
Dark laughed, a rollicking, relieved laugh, and swept her into his arms.
"Maya, darling, I ask you now!" he exclaimed. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes, Dark," she answered demurely.
She leaned back in the circle of his arms and looked up into his face, seriously.
"Whither thou goest, I will go," she said, very quietly. "If you"re a rebel, Dark, I"ll be a rebel, too. I want to be with you, and help you in whatever you do."
14
Dark and Maya sat with their backs against the wall of Ultra Vires, and Qril squatted before them, towering huge above them. A little distance away the other three Martians were grouped, playing some sort of game, doing some sort of work or partic.i.p.ating in some sort of joint demonstration. Dark could not be sure which.
Qril boomed out a long, rolling sentence and Maya broke into laughter.
She turned to Dark and translated:
"He said he didn"t understand why I"m wearing a helmet, when you aren"t.
I explained that I have to wear a helmet to breathe, and he said that, since you and I are alike, it appears that we"d dress alike. So you see, darling, even the Martians recognize that we"re made for each other."
Dark shook his head in wonderment.
"No human has ever been able to figure out Martian thinking processes, and I doubt that one ever will," he remarked. "This is the Martian who explained to you the physiological structure that permits me to live without oxygen, and yet he asks a question like that!"
"There"s one thing that puzzles me," said Maya curiously. "Without a helmet, you can"t use your marsuit heater, and you said you walked here naked. But the temperature out here right now is well below freezing.
Aren"t you cold?"
"No," answered Dark. "I get cold in temperatures that are uncomfortable to anyone else when I"m in a dome or a building and breathing. But out here, when I"m not breathing, I"m aware of temperature changes but they don"t cause me any discomfort. It must be that switching to direct utilization of solar power alters my reactions to temperature."
"Well," said Maya, "I can understand that utilization of solar power when you"re in the sunshine. But how can you keep operating when you"re in shadow, or at night, and not breathing?"
"I don"t know. Maybe Qril does."
Maya asked the Martian, and relayed his answer to Dark:
"Qril says that you store excess energy in the tissues, very much as the Martians store oxygen. In a sense, direct sunlight"s your generator, and it charges your batteries for power when it isn"t operating. Now, Dark, why don"t you ask him anything you want to know about your origin, and I"ll act as translator."
"All right," agreed Dark. "But first, it was among Martians that I awoke when I returned to life the first time in the Icaria Desert. That"s pretty far away, but I understand Martians have a weird sort of sympathetic communication among themselves. Does he know anything about how I got there?"
Maya talked with Qril and translated:
"Qril is one of the Martians I saw come by here and pick up your body the morning after Goat killed you and threw your body out in the desert.
Qril says they recognized you from your genetic pattern--and don"t ask me how they did this!--as being the one they had completed embryonic alteration on years before, so they picked you up and took you with them to give you a chance to regenerate and revive."
"But how and why did I turn up after my revival with Dark Kensington"s memories?"
"He says they gave you a memory pattern by a deep telepathic process,"
answered Maya after talking with Qril, "because your memory pattern as Brute was of no value to you in meeting a new environment. It seems that there was some blockage in the operation of your brain as Brute, because of a slight fault in the embryonic alteration, and they corrected that before you revived."
"But why Dark Kensington"s memory pattern?" asked Dark. "It turned out to be a valuable one for me, but I"ve met the real Dark Kensington since then, and he"s a much older man. Why did they choose his memory pattern?"
Maya talked with Qril.
"He says names mean very little to them," she said then. "That"s something I learned as a child: that Martians often interchange their names, and the names evidently refer to a state of experience and being rather than to a specific individual. But he says that the memory pattern they chose to give you was that of your father!"
Dark stared at her, stunned.
"Then," he said slowly, "Old Beard is my father. I should have known! I think I felt it."
"I"m not surprised if you did," said Maya. "From what Qril tells me, Dark, this prenatal alteration they performed on you gave you even more extensive powers than we realized. He says that you have extraordinary extrasensory ability, if you would only make an effort to use it."
"Oh, I do, do I?" murmured Dark thoughtfully.
He looked over at the other Martians, seated in a circle in the morning sunshine. They were taking turns tossing some small polygons, and evidently the objective of whatever they were doing lay in the way the polygons fell.
Dark felt a sudden surge of power in his brain. He concentrated it, he focused it, and one of the polygons rose slowly from the ground and drifted into the air above the Martians" heads.
Dark could feel the strength that went out and raised the polygon, like an invisible extension of himself. Then he felt another force seize the polygon, and it was drawn back firmly and without hesitation to its former place.
Dark turned his head back to look into Qril"s huge eyes, and at once he was in mental contact with the Martian.
Qril was laughing at him. There was no change of expression on Qril"s face, but in his mind was the atmosphere of high humor. Qril"s thoughts came to him without words, in no language, silently but clearly:
_You have not practised your power. Experience will be necessary before you can compete with the simplest effort of one of our race._
Dark turned to Maya.
"He"s right," said Dark. "I do have extrasensory powers, but they"ll need some development."
"I know," said Maya. "The telepathic voltage in the atmosphere must be very high right now, because even I sensed your effort in lifting that object, and I understood Qril"s communication to you."