Lowering her legs, she stood up. "I"m so sorry."
"Yo? are sorry for me?" His gaze switched back to her. It held incredulity, amazement, a mite of anger. His voice was harsh. "You must be singularly stupid."
"Am I?" she asked, humbly.
"NO member of my expedition has a home," he went on. "Every man was carefully selected. Every man pa.s.sed through a screen, suffered the most exacting tests. Intelligence and technical competence were not enough; each had also to be young, healthy, without ties of any sort.
They were chosen for ability to concentrate on the task in hand without indulging morale lowering sentimentalities about people left behind."
"I don"t understand some of your long words," she complained. "And you are speaking far too fast."
He repeated it more slowly and with added emphasis, finishing, "s.p.a.ceships undertaking long absence from base cannot be handicapped by homesick crews.
We picked men without homes because they can leave Huld and not care a hoot. They are pioneers!"
""Young, healthy, without ties,"" she quoted. "That makes them strong?"
"Definitely," he a.s.serted.
"Men especially selected for s.p.a.ce. Strong men." Her lashes hid her eyes as she looked down at her narrow feet. "But now they are not in s.p.a.ce. They are here, on firm ground."
"What of it," he demanded.
"Nothing." Stretching her arms wide, she took a deep breath, then dimpled at him. "Nothing at all."
"You"re only a child," he reminded, scornfully. "When you grow older--"
"You"ll have more sense," she finished for him, chanting it in a high, sweet voice. "You"ll have more sense, you"ll have more sense.
When you grow older you"ll have more sense, tra-la-la-lala!"
Gnawing irritatedly at his lip, he walked past her, started down the hill toward the ships.
"Where are you going?"
"Back!" he snapped.
"Do you like it down there?" Her eyebrows arched in surprise.
Stopping ten paces away, he scowled at her. "Is it any of your business?"
"I didn"t mean to be inquisitive," she apologized. "I asked because ...
because--"
"Because what?"
"I was wondering whether you would care to visit my house."
"Nonsense! Impossible!" He turned to continue downhill.
"Father suggested it. He thought you might like to share a meal. A fresh one. A change of diet. Something to break the monotony of your supplies."
The wind lifted her crimson hair and played with it as she regarded him speculatively. "He consulted Fane and Parth. They said it was an excellent idea."
"They did, did they?" His features seemed molded in iron. "Tell Fane and Parth they are to report to me at sunset." He paused, added, "Without fail!"
Resuming her seat on the rock, she watched him stride heavily down the slope toward the double star-formation. Her hands were together in her lap, much as he had held his. But hers sought nothing of each other.
In complete repose, they merely rested with the ineffable patience of hands as old as time.
Seeing at a glance that he was liverish, Jusik promptly postponed certain suggestions that he had in mind.
"Summon captains Drek and Belthan," Cruin ordered. When the other had gone, he flung his helmet onto the desk, surveyed himself in a mirror.
He was still smoothing the tired lines on his face when approaching footsteps sent him officiously behind his desk.
Entering, the two captains saluted, remained rigidly at attention.
Cruin studied them irefully while they preserved wooden expressions.
Eventually, he said: "I found four men lounging like undisciplined hoboes outside the safety zone." He stared at Drek. "They were from your vessel."
The stare shifted to Belthan. "You are today"s commander of the guard.
Have either of you anything to say?"
"They were off-duty and free to leave the ship," exclaimed Drek. "They had been warned not to go beyond the perimeter of ash."
"I don"t know how they slipped through," said Belthan, in official monotone. "Obviously the guards were lax. The fault is mine." , "It will count against you in your promotion records," Cruin promised.
"Punish these four, and the responsible guards, as laid down in the manual of procedure and discipline." He leaned across the desk to survey them more closely. "A repet.i.tion will bring ceremonial demotion!"
"Yes, sir," they chorused.
Dismissing them, he glanced at Jusik. "When tutors Fane and Parth report here, send them in to me without delay."
"As you order, sir."
Cruin dropped the glance momentarily, brought it back. "What"s the matter with you?"
"Me?" Jusik became self-conscious. "Nothing, sir."
"You lie! One has to live with a person to know him. I"ve lived on your neck for three years. I know you too well to be deceived. You have something on your mind."
"It"s the men," admitted Jusik, resignedly.
"What of them?"
"They are restless."
"Are they? Well, I can devise a cure for that! What"s making them restless?"
"Several things, sir."
Cruin waited while Jusik stayed dumb, then roared: "Do I have to prompt you?"
"No, sir," Jusik protested, unwillingly. "It"s many things.
Inactivity. The subst.i.tution of tedious routine. The constant waiting, waiting, waiting right on top of three years close incarceration. They wait--and nothing happens."
"What else?"
"The sight and knowledge of familiar life just beyond the ash. The realization that Fane and Parth and the others are enjoying it with your consent. The stories told by the scouts about their experiences on landing." His gaze was steady as he went on. "We"ve now sent out five squadrons of scouts, a total of forty vessels. Only six came back on time.
All the rest were late on one plausible pretext or another. The pilots have talked, and shown the men various souvenir photographs and a few gifts. One of them is undergoing punishment for bringing back some bottles of paralysis-mixture. But the damage has been done. Their stories have unsettled the men."
"Anything more?"
"Begging your pardon, sir, there was also the sight of you taking a stroll to the top of the hill. They envied you even that!" He looked squarely at Cruin. "I envied you myself."
"I am the commander," said Cruin.
"Yes, sir." Jusik kept his gaze on him but added nothing more.
If the second commander expected a delayed outburst, he was disappointed. A complicated series of emotions chased each other across his superior"s broad, beefy features. Laying back in his chair, Cruin"s eyes looked absently through the port while his mind juggled with Jusik"s words.
Suddenly, he rasped: "I have observed more, antic.i.p.ated more and given matters more thought then perhaps you realize. I can see something which you may have failed to perceive. It has caused me some anxiety.
Briefly, if we don"t keep pace with the march of time we"re going to find ourselves in a fix."
"Indeed, sir?"
"I don"t wish you to mention this to anyone else: I suspect that we are trapped in a situation bearing no resemblance to any dealt with in the manuals."
"Really, sir?" Jusik licked his lips, felt that his own outspokenness was leading into unexpected paths.
"Consider our present circ.u.mstances," Cruin went on. "We are established here and in possession of power sufficient to enslave this planet. Any one of our supply of bombs could blast a portion of this earth stretching from horizon to horizon. But they"re of no use unless we apply them effectively.
We can"t drop them anywhere, haphazardly. If parting with them in so improvident a manner proved unconvincing to our opponents, and failed to smash the hard core of their resistance, we would find ourselves unarmed in a hostile world. No more bombs. None nearer than six long years away, three there and three back. Therefore we must apply our power where it will do the most good." He began to ma.s.sage his heavy chin. "We don"t know where to apply it."
"No, sir," agreed Jusik, pointlessly.
"We"ve got to determine which cities are the key points of their civilization, which persons are this planet"s acknowledged leaders, and where they"re located. When we strike, it must be at the nerve-centers.
That means we"re impotent until we get the necessary information. In turn, that means we"ve got to establish communication with the aid of tutors." He started plucking at his jaw muscles. "And that takes time!"
"Quite, sir, but--"
"But while time crawls past the men"s morale evaporates. This is our twelfth day and already the crews are restless. Tomorrow they"ll be more so."
"I have a solution to that, sir, if you will forgive me for offering it," said Jusik, eagerly. "On Huld everyone gets one day"s rest in five. They are free to do as they like, go where they like. Now if you promulgated an order permitting the men say one day"s liberty in ten, it would mean that no more than ten percent of our strength would be lost on any one day. We could stand that reduction considering our power, especially if more of the others are on protective duty."
"So at last I get what was occupying your mind. It comes out in a swift flow of words." He smiled grimly as the other flushed. "I have thought of it. I am not quite so unimaginative as you may consider me."
"I don"t look upon you that way, sir," Jusik protested.
"Never mind. We"ll let that pa.s.s. To return to this subject of liberty-there lies the trap! There is the very quandary with which no manual deals, the situation for which I can find no officially prescribed formula." Putting a hand on his desk he tapped the polished surface impatiently. "If I refuse these men a little freedom, they will become increasingly restless--naturally. If I permit them the liberty they desire, they will experience contact with life more normal even though alien, and again become more restless--naturally!"
"Permit me to doubt the latter, sir. Our crews are loyal to Huld.
Blackest s.p.a.ce forbid that it should be otherwise!"
"They were loyal. Probably they are still loyal." Cruin"s face quirked as his memory brought forward the words that followed. "They are young, healthy, without ties. In s.p.a.ce, that means one thing.
Here, another." He came slowly to his feet, big, bulky and imposing.
"I know!"
Looking at him, Jusik felt that indeed he did know. "Yes, sir," he paroted, obediently.
"Therefore the onus of what to do for the best falls squarely upon me.
I must use my initiative. As second commander it is for you to see that my orders are carried out to the letter."
"I know my duty, sir." Jusik"s thinly-drawn features registered growing uneasiness.
"And it is my final decision that the men must be restrained from contact with our opponents, with no exceptions other than the four technicians operating under my orders. The crews are to be permitted no liberty, no freedom to go beyond the ash. Any form of resentment on their part must be countered immediately and ruthlessly. You will instruct the captains to watch for murmurers in their respective crews and take appropriate action to silence them as soon as found." His jowls lumped, and his eyes were cold as he regarded the other. "All scout-flights are canceled as from now, and all scout-vessels remain grounded. None moves without my personal instructions."
"That is going to deprive us of a lot of information," Jusik observed.
"The last flight to the south reported discovery of ten cities completely deserted, and that"s got some significance which we ought to--"
"I said the flights are canceled!" Cruin shouted. "If I say the scout vessels are to be painted pale pink, they will be painted pale pink, thoroughly, completely, from end to end. I am the commander!"
"As you order, sir."
"Finally, you may instruct the captains that their vessels are to be prepared for my inspection at midday tomorrow. That will give the crews something to do."
"Very well, sir."
With a worried salute, Jusik opened the door, glanced out and said: "Here are Fane, Kalma, Parth and Hefni, sir."
"Show them in."
After Cruin had given forcible expression to his views, Fane said: "We appreciate the urgency, sir, and we are doing our best, but it is doubtful whether they will be fluent before another four weeks have pa.s.sed. They are slow to learn."
"I don"t want fluency," Cruin growled. "All they need are enough words to tell us the things we want to know, the things we must know before we can get anywhere."