Right here I want to point out that a lot of the things they say in the Change World about Recuperation Stations simply aren"t so--and anyway they always leave out nine-tenths of it. The Soldiers that come through the Door are looking for a good time, sure, but they"re hurt real bad too, every one of them, deep down in their minds and hearts, if not always in their bodies or so you can see it right away.
Believe me, a temporal operation is no joke, and to start with, there isn"t one person in a hundred who can endure to be cut from his lifeline and become a really wide-awake Doubleganger--a Demon, that is--let alone a Soldier. What does a badly hurt and mixed-up creature need who"s been fighting hard? _One individual_ to look out for him and feel for him and patch him up, and it helps if the one is of the opposite s.e.x--that"s something that goes beyond species.
There"s your basis for the Place and the wild way it goes about its work, and also for most other Recuperation Stations or Entertainment Spots. The name Entertainer can be misleading, but I like it. She"s got to be a lot more than a good party girl--or boy--though she"s got to be that too. She"s got to be a nurse and a psychologist and an actress and a mother and a practical ethnologist and a lot of things with longer names--and a reliable friend.
None of us are all those things perfectly or even near it. We just try.
But when the call comes, Entertainers have to forget grudges and gripes and envies and jealousies--and remember, they"re lively people with sharp emotions--because there isn"t any time then for anything but _help and don"t ask who_!
And, deep inside her, a good Entertainer doesn"t care who. Take the way it shaped up this time. It was pretty clear to me I ought to shift to Illy, although I wasn"t quite easy in my mind about leaving Erich, because the Lunan was a long time from home and, after all, Erich was among anthropoids. Ilhilihis needed someone who was _simpatico_.
I like Illy and not just because he is a sort of tall cross between a spider monkey and a persian cat--though that is a handsome combo when you come to think of it. I like him for himself. So when he came in all lopped and shaky after a mean operation, I was the right person to look out for him. Now I"ve made my little speech and know-nothings in the Change World can go on making their b.u.m jokes. But I ask you, how could an arrangement between Illy and me be anything but Platonic?
We might have had some octopoid girls and nymphs in stock--Sid couldn"t be sure until he checked--but Ilhilihis and Sevensee voted for real people and I knew Sid saw it their way. Maud squeezed Mark"s hand and tripped over to Sevensee ("Those are sharp hoofs you got, man"--she"s picked up some of my language, like she has everything else), though Beau did frown over his shoulder at Lili from the piano, maybe to argue that she ought to take on the ET, as Mark had been a real casualty and could use live nursing. But it was plain as day to anybody but Beau that Bruce and Lili were a big thing and the last to be disturbed.
Erich acted stiffly hurt at losing me, but I knew he wasn"t. He thinks he has a great technique with Ghostgirls and he likes to show it off, and he really is pretty slick at it, if you go for that sort of thing and--yang my yin!--who doesn"t at times?
And when Sid formally wafted the Countess out of Stores--a real blonde stunner in a white satin hobble skirt with a white egret swaying up from her tiny hat, way ahead of Maud and Lili and me when it came to looks, though transparent as cigarette smoke--and when Erich clicked his heels and bowed over her hand and proudly conducted her to a couch, black Svengali to her Trilby, and started to German-talk some life into her with much head c.o.c.king and toothy smiling and a flow of witty flattery, and when she began to flirt back and the dream look in her eyes sharpened hungrily and focused on him--well, then I knew that Erich was happy and felt he was doing proud by the _Reichswehr_. No, my little commandant wasn"t worrying me on that score.
Mark had drawn a Greek hetaera, name of Phryne; I suppose not the one who maybe still does the famous courtroom striptease back in Athens, and he was waking her up with little sips of his scotch and soda, though, from some looks he"d flashed, I got the idea Kaby was the kid he really went for. Sid was coaxing the fighting gal to take some high-energy bread and olives along with the wine, and, for a wonder, Doc seemed to be carrying on an animated and rational conversation with Sevensee and Maud, maybe comparing notes on the Northern Venusian Shallows, and Beau had got on to Panther Rag, and Bruce and Lili were leaning on the piano, smiling very appreciatively, but talking to each other a mile a minute.
Illy turned back from inspecting them all and squeaked, "Animals with clothes are so refreshing, dahling! Like you"re all carrying banners!"
Maybe he had something there, though my banners were kind of Ash Wednesday, a charcoal gray sweater and skirt. He looked at my mouth with a tentacle to see how I was smiling and he squeaked softly, "Do I seem dull and commonplace to you, Greta girl, because I haven"t got banners?
Just another Zombie from a billion years in your past, as gray and lifeless as Luna is today, not as when she was a real dreamy sister planet simply bursting with air and water and feather forests. Or am I as strangely interesting to you as you are to me, girl from a billion years in my future?"
"Illy, you"re sweet," I told him, giving him a little pat. I noticed his fur was still vibrating nervously and I decided the heck with Sid"s orders, I"m going to pump him about what he was doing with Kaby and the satyr. Couldn"t have him a billion years from home and bottled up, too.
Besides, I was curious.
CHAPTER 6
Maiden, Nymph, and Mother are the eternal royal Trinity of the island, and the G.o.ddess, who is worshipped there in each of these aspects, as New Moon, Full Moon, and Old Moon, is the sovereign Deity.
--Graves
CRETE CIRCA 1300 B.C.
Kaby pushed back at Sid some seconds of bread and olives, and, when he raised his bushy eyebrows, gave him a curt nod that meant she knew what she was doing. She stood up and sort of took a position. All the talk quieted down fast, even Bruce"s and Lili"s. Kaby"s face and voice weren"t strained now, but they weren"t relaxed either.
"Woe to Spider! Woe to Cretan! Heavy is the news I bring you. Bear it bravely, like strong women. When we got the gun unlimbered, I heard seaweed fry and crackle. We three leaped behind the rock wall, saw our gun grow white as sunlight in a heat-ray of the Serpents! Natch, we feared we were outnumbered and I called upon my Caller."
[Ill.u.s.tration]
I don"t know how she does it, but she does--in English too. That is, when she figures she"s got something important to report, and maybe she needs a little time to get ready.
Beau claims that all the ancients fit their thoughts into measured lines as naturally as we pick a word that will do, but I"m not sure how good the Vicksburg language department is. Though why I should wonder about things like that when I"ve got Kaby spouting the stuff right in front of me, I don"t know.
"But I didn"t die there, kiddos. I still hoped to hurt the Greek ships, maybe with the Snake"s own heat gun. So I quick tried to outflank them.
My two comrades crawled beside me--they are males, but they have courage. Soon we spied the ambush-setters. They were Snakes and they were many, filthily disguised as Cretans."
There was an indignant murmur at this, for our cutthroat Change War has its code, the Soldiers tell me. Being an Entertainer, I don"t have to say what I think.
"They had seen us when we saw them," Kaby swept on, "and they loosed a killing volley. Heat- and knife-rays struck about us in a storm of wind and fire, and the Lunan lost a feeler, fighting for Crete"s Triple G.o.ddess. So we dodged behind a sand hill, steered our flight back toward the water. It was awful, what we saw there: Crete"s brave ships all sunk or sinking, blue sky sullied by their death-smoke. Once again the Greeks had licked us!--aided by the filthy Serpents.
"Round our wrecks, their black ships scurried, like black beetles, filth their diet, yet this day they dine on heroes. On the quiet sunlit beach there, I could feel a Change Gale blowing, working changes deep inside me, aches and pains that were a stranger"s. Half my memories were doubled, half my lifeline crooked and twisted, three new moles upon my sword-hand. G.o.ddess, G.o.ddess, Triple G.o.ddess--"
Her voice wavered and Sid reached out a hand, but she straightened her back.
"Triple G.o.ddess, give me courage to tell everything that happened. We ran down into the water, hoping to escape by diving. We had hardly gotten under when the heat-rays. .h.i.t above us, turning all the cool green surface to a roaring white inferno. But as I believe I told you, I was calling on my Caller, and a Door now opened to us, deep below the deadly steam-clouds. We dived in like frightened minnows and a lot of water with us."
Off Chicago"s Gold Coast, Dave once gave me a lesson in skin-diving and, remembering it, I got a flash of Kaby"s Door in the dark depths.
"For a moment, all was chaos. Then the Door slammed shut behind us. We"d been picked up in time"s nick by--an Express Room of our Spiders!--sloshing two feet deep in water, much more cramped for s.p.a.ce than this Place. It was manned by a magician, an old coot named Benson-Carter. He dispelled the water quickly and reported on his Caller. We"d got dry, were feeling human, Illy here had shed his swimsuit, when we looked at the Maintainer. It was glowing, changing, melting! And when Benson-Carter touched it, he fell backward--death was in him. Then the Void began to darken, narrow, shrink and close around us, so I called upon my Caller--without wasting time, let me tell you!
"We can"t say for sure what was it slowly squeezed that sweet Express Room, but we fear the dirty Snakes have found a way to find our Places and attack outside the cosmos!--found the Spiderweb that links us in the Void"s gray less-than-nothing."
No murmur this time. This reaction was genuine; we"d been hit where we lived and I could see everybody was scared as sick as I was. Except maybe Bruce and Lili, who were still holding hands and beaming gently. I decided they were the kind that love makes brave, which it doesn"t do to me. It just gives me two people to worry about.
"I can see you dig our feelings," Kaby continued. "This thing scared the pants off of us. If we could have, we"d have even Introverted the Maintainer, broken all the ties that bind us, chanced it incommunicado.
But the little old Maintainer was a seething red-hot puddle filled with bubbles big as handb.a.l.l.s. We sat tight and watched the Void close. I kept calling on my Caller."
I squeezed my eyes shut, but that made it easier to see the three of them with the Void shutting down on them. (Was ours still behaving? Yes, Bibi Miriam.) Poetry or no poetry, it got me.
"Benson-Carter, lying dying, also thought the Snakes had done it. And he knew that death was in him, so he whispered me his mission, giving me precise instructions: how to press the seven death"s hands, starting lockside counterclockwise, one, three, five, six, two, four, seven, then you have a half an hour; after you have pressed the seven, do not monkey with the b.u.t.tons--get out fast and don"t stop moving."
I wasn"t getting this part and I couldn"t see that anyone else was, though Bruce was whispering to Lili. I remembered seeing skulls engraved on the bronze chest. I looked at Illy and he nodded a tentacle and spread two to say, I guessed, that yes, Benson-Carter had said something like that, but no, Illy didn"t know much about it.
"All these things and more he whispered," Kaby went on, "with the last gasps of his life-force, telling all his secret orders--for he"d not been sent to get us, he was on a separate mission, when he heard my SOSs. Sid, it"s you he was to contact, as the first leg of his mission, pick up from you three black hussars, death"s-head Demons, daring Soldiers, then to wait until the Places next match rhythm with the cosmos--matter of two mealtimes, barely--and to tune in northern Egypt in the age of the last Caesar, in the year of Rome"s swift downfall, there to start an operation in a battle near a city named for Thrace"s Alexander, there to change the course of battle, blow sky-high the stinking Serpents, all their agents, all their Zombies!
"G.o.ddess, pardon, now I savvy how you"ve guided my least footstep, when I thought you"d gone and left me--for I flubbed your three-mole signal.
We"ve found Sid"s Place, that"s the first leg, and I see the three black hussars, and we"ve brought with us the weapon and the Parthian disguises, salvaged from the doomed Express Room when your Door appeared in time"s nick, and the Room around us closing spewed us through before it vanished with the corpse of Benson-Carter. Triple G.o.ddess, draw the milk now from the womanhood I flaunt here and inject the blackest hatred! Vengeance now upon the Serpents, vengeance sweet in northern Egypt, for your island, Crete, G.o.ddess!--and a victory for the Spiders!
G.o.ddess, G.o.ddess, we can swing it!"
The roar that made me try to stop my ears with my shoulders didn"t come from Kaby--she"d spoken her piece--but from Sid. The dear boy was purple enough to make me want to remind him you can die of high blood pressure just as easy in the Change World.
"Dump me with ops! "Sblood, I"ll not endure it! Is this a battle post?
They"ll be mounting operations from field hospitals next. Kabysia Labrys, thou art mad to suggest it. And what"s this prattle of locks, clocks, and death"s heads, b.u.t.tons and monkeys? This brabble, this farrago, this hocus-pocus! And where"s the weapon you prate of? In that wh.o.r.eson bronze casket, I suppose."