"I said sufficient fluency," Fane reminded. "They communicate mostly by signs even now."
"That flame-headed girl didn"t."
"She has been quick," admitted Fane. "Possibly she has an above-normal apt.i.tude for languages. Unfortunately she knows the least in any military sense and therefore is of little use to us."
Cruin"s gaze ran over him balefully. His voice became low and menacing "You have lived with these people many days. I look upon your features and find them different. Why is that?"
"Different?" The four exchanged wondering looks.
"Your faces have lost their lines, their s.p.a.ce-gauntness. Your cheeks have become plump, well-colored. Your eyes are no longer tired. They are bright.
They hold the self-satisfied expression of a fat skodar wallowing in its trough. It is obvious that you have done well for yourselves." He bent forward, his mouth ugly. "Can it be that you are in no great hurry to complete your task?"
They were suitably shocked.
"We have eaten well and slept regularly," Fane said. "We feel better for it. Our physical improvement has enabled us to work so much the harder. In our view, the foe is supporting us unwittingly with his own hospitality, and since the manual of--"
"Hospitality?" Cruin cut in, sharply.
Fane went mentally off-balance as vainly he sought for a less complimentary synonym.
"I give you another week," the commander harshed. "No more. Not one day more. At this time, one week from today, you will report here with the six prisoners adequately tutored to understand my questions and answer them."
"It will be difficult, sir."
"Nothing is difficult. Nothing is impossible. There are no excuses for anything." He studied Fane from beneath forbidding brows. "You have my orders--obey them!"
"Yes, sir."
His hard stare shifted to Kalma and Hefni. "So much for the tutors; now yo.
What have you to tell me? How much have you discovered?"
Blinking nervously, Hefni said: "It is not a lot. The language trouble is--"
"May the Giant Sun burn up and perish the language trouble! How much have you learned while enjoyably larding your bellies?"
Glancing down at his uniform-belt as if suddenly and painfully conscious of its tightness, Hefni recited: "They are exceedingly strange in so far as they appear to be highly civilized in a purely domestic sense but quite primitive in all others. This Meredith family lives in a substantial, well-equipped house. They have every comfort, including a color-television receiver."
"You"re dreaming! We are still seeking the secrets of plain television even on Huld. Color is unthinkable."
Kalma chipped in with: "Nevertheless, sir, they have it. We have seen it for ourselves."
"That is so," confirmed Fane.
"Shut up!" Cruin burned him with a glare. "I have finished with you.
I am now dealing with these two." His attention returned to the quaking Hefni: "Carry on."
"There is something decidedly queer about them which we"ve not yet been able to understand. They have no medium of exchange. They barter goods for goods without any regard for the relative values of either.
They work when they feel like it. If they don"t feel like it, they don"t work. Yet, in spite of this, they work most of the time."
"Why?" demanded Cruin, incredulously.
"We asked them. They said that one works to avoid boredom. We cannot comprehend that viewpoint." Hefni made a defeated gesture. "In many places they have small factories which, with their strange, perverted logic, they use as amus.e.m.e.nt centers. These plants operate only when people turn up to work."
"Eh?" Cruin looked baffled.
"For example, in Williamsville, a small town an hour"s walk beyond the Meredith home, there is a shoe factory. It operates every day. Some days there may be only ten workers there, other days fifty or a hundred, but n.o.body can remember a time when the place stood idle for lack of one voluntary worker. Meredith"s elder daughter, Marva, has worked there three days during our stay with them. We asked her the reason."
"What did she say?"
"For fun."
"Fun ... fun ... fun?" Cruin struggled with the concept. "What does that mean?"
"We don"t know," Hefni confessed. "The barrier of speech--"
"Red flames lick up the barrier of speech!" Cruin bawled. "Was her attendance compulsory?"
"No, sir."
"You are certain of that?"
"We are positive. One works in a factory for no other reason than because one feels like it."
"For what reward?" topped Cruin, shrewdly.
"Anything or nothing." Hefni uttered it like one in a dream. "One day she brought back a pair of shoes for her mother. We asked if they were her reward for the work she had done. She said they were not, and that someone named George had made them and given them to her. Apparently the rest of the factory"s output for that week was shipped to another town where shoes were required. This other town is going to send back a supply of leather, n.o.body knows how much--and n.o.body seems to care."
"Senseless," defined Cruin. "It is downright imbecility." He examined Hefni as if suspecting him of inventing confusing data. "It is impossible for even the most primitive of organizations to operate so haphazardly.
Obviously you have seen only part of the picture; the rest has been concealed from you, or you have been too dull-witted to perceive it."
"I a.s.sure you, sir," began Hefni.
"Let it pa.s.s," Cruin cut in. "Why should I care how they function economically? In the end, they"ll work the way we want them to!" He rested his heavy jaw in one hand. "There are other matters which interest me more.
For instance, our scouts have brought in reports of many cities. Some are organized but grossly under-populated; others are completely deserted. The former have well-constructed landing places with air-machines making use of them. How is it that people so primitive have air-machines?"
"Some make shoes, some make air-machines, some play with television.
They work according to their apt.i.tudes as well as their inclinations."
"Has this Meredith got an air-machine?"
"No." The look of defeat was etched more deeply on Hefni"s face. "If he wanted one he would have his desire inserted in the television supply-and-demand program."
"Then what?"
"Sooner or later, he"d get one, new or secondhand, either in exchange for something or as a gift."
"Just by asking for it?"
"Yes."
Getting up, Cruin strode to and fro across his office. The steel heelplates on his boots clanked on the metal floor in rhythm with the bells. He was ireful, impatient, dissatisfied.
"In all this madness is nothing which tells us anything of their true character or their organization." Stopping his stride, he faced Hefni.
"You boasted that you were to be the eyes and ears." He released a loud snort.
"Blind eyes and deaf ears! Not one word about their numerical strength, not one--"
"Pardon me, sir," said Hefni, quickly, "there are twenty-seven millions of them--"
"Ah!" Cruin registered sharp interest. "Only twenty-seven millions? Why, there"s a hundred times that number on Huld which has no greater area of land surface." He mused a moment. "Greatly underpopulated. Many cities devoid of a living soul. They have air-machines and other items suggestive of a civilization greater than the one they now enjoy. They operate the remnants of an economic system. You realize what all this means?"
Hefni blinked, made no reply. Kalma looked thoughtful. Fane and Parth remained blank-faced and tight-lipped.
"It means two things," Cruin pursued. "War or disease. One or the other, or perhaps both--and on a large scale. I want information on that. I"ve got to learn what sort of weapons they employed in their war, how many of them remain available, and where. Or, alternatively, what disease ravished their numbers, its source, and its cure." He tapped Hefni"s chest to emphasize his words. "I want to know what they"ve got hidden away, what they"re trying to keep from your knowledge against the time when they can bring it out and use it against us. Above all, I want to know which people will issue orders for their general offensive and where they are located."
"I understand, sir," said Hefni, doubtfully.
"That"s the sort of information I need from your six specimens. I want information, not invitations to meals!" His grin was ugly as he noted Hefni"s wince. "If you can get it out of them before they"re due here, I shall enter the fact on the credit side of your records. But if I, your commander, have to do your job by extracting it from them myself--" Ominously, he left the sentence unfinished.
Hefni opened his mouth, closed it, glanced nervously at Kalma who stood stiff and dumb at his side.
"You may go," Cruin snapped at the four of them. "You have one week.
If you fail me, I shall deem it a front-line offense and deal with it in accordance with the active-service section of the manual of procedure and discipline."
They were pale as they saluted. He watched them file out, his lips curling contemptuously. Going to the port, he gazed into the gathering darkness, saw a pale star winking in the east. Low and far it was--but not so far as Huld.
In the mid-period of the sixteenth day, Commander Cruin strode forth polished and bemedaled, directed his bell-jangling feet toward the hill. A sour-faced guard saluted him at the edge of the ash and made a slovenly job of it.
"Is that the best you can do?" He glared into the other"s surly eyes.
"Repeat it!"
The guard saluted a fraction more swiftly.
"You"re out of practice," Cruin informed. "Probably all the crews are out of practice. We"ll find a remedy for that. We"ll have a period of saluting drill every day." His glare went slowly up and down the guard"s face. "Are you dumb?"
"No, sir."
"Shut up!" roared Cruin. He expanded his chest. "Continue with your patrol."
The guard"s optics burned with resentment as he saluted for the third time, turned with the regulation heel-click and marched along the perimeter.
Mounting the hill, Cruin sat on the stone at the top. Alternately he viewed the ships lying in the valley and the opposite scene with its trees, fields and distant houses. The metal helmet with its ornamental wings was heavy upon his head but he did not remove it. In the shadow beneath the projecting visor, his cold eyes brooded over the landscape to one side and the other.
She came eventually. He had been sitting there for one and a half periods when she came as he had known she would--without knowing what weird instinct had made him certain of this. Certainly, he had no desire to see her--no desire at all.
Through the trees she tripped light-footed, with Sue and Sam and three other girls of her own age. The newcomers had large, dark, humorous eyes, their hair was dark, and they were leggy.
"Oh, h.e.l.lo!" She paused as she saw him.
"h.e.l.lo!" echoed Sue, swinging her pigtails.
" "Lo!" piped Sam, determined not to be left out.
Cruin frowned at them. There was a high gloss on his jack boots, and his helmet glittered in the sun.
"These are my friends," said Marva, in her alien-accented Huldian.
"Becky, Rita and Joyce."
The three smiled at him.
"I brought them to see the ships."
Cruin said nothing.
"You don"t mind them looking at the ships, do you?"
"No," he growled with reluctance.
Lankily but gracefully she seated herself on the gra.s.s. The others followed suit with the exception of Sam who stood with fat legs braced apart sucking his thumb, and solemnly studying Cruin"s decorated jacket.
"Father was disappointed because you could not visit us."
Cruin made no reply.
"Mother was sorry, too. She"s a wonderful cook. She loves a guest."
No reply.
"Would you care to come this evening?"
"No."
"Some other evening?"
"Young lady," he harshed, severely, "I do not pay visits. n.o.body pays visits."
She translated this to the others. They laughed so heartily that Cruin reddened and stood up.