He let that start to sink in, then took a couple of quick steps and went on, his voice rising over Erich"s "Bruce, for the last time--" and seeming to pick up a note of hope from the very word he had used, "But although things look terrifyingly black, there remains a chance--the slimmest chance, but still a chance--of saving the cosmos from Change Death and restoring reality"s richness and giving the Ghosts good sleep and perhaps even regaining the real now. We have the means right at hand. What if the power of time traveling were used not for war and destruction, but for healing, for the mutual enrichment of the ages, for quiet communication and growth, in brief, to bring a peace message--"
But my little commandant is quite an actor himself and knows a wee bit about the principles of scene-stealing, and he was not going to let Bruce drown him out as if he were just another extra playing a Voice from the Mob. He darted across our front, between us and the bar, took a running leap, and landed bang on the b.l.o.o.d.y box of bomb.
A bit later, Maud was silently showing me the white ring above her elbow where I"d grabbed her and Illy was teasing a clutch of his tentacles out of my other hand and squeaking reproachfully, "Greta girl, don"t ever do that."
Erich was standing on the chest and I noticed that his boots carefully straddled the circle of skulls, and I should have known anyway you could hardly push them in the right order by jumping on them, and he was pointing at Bruce and saying, "--and that means mutiny, my young sir.
_Um Gottes willen_, Bruce, listen to me and step down before you say anything worse. I"m older than you, Bruce. Mark"s older. Trust in your _Kameraden_. Guide yourself by their knowledge."
He had got my attention, but I had much rather have him black my eye.
"You older than me?" Bruce was grinning. "When your twelve-years"
advantage was spent in soaking up the wisdom of a race of s.a.d.i.s.tic dreamers gone paranoid, in a world whose thought-stream had already been muddied by one total war? Mark older than me? When all his ideas and loyalties are those of a wolf pack of unimaginative sluggers two thousand years younger than I am? Either of you older because you have more of the killing cynicism that is all the wisdom the Change World ever gives you? Don"t make me laugh!
"I"m an Englishman, and I come from an epoch when total war was still a desecration and the flowers and buds of thoughts not yet whacked off or blighted. I"m a poet and poets are wiser than anyone because they"re the only people who have the guts to think and feel at the same time. Right, Sid? When I talk to all of you about a peace message, I want you to think about it concretely in terms of using the Places to bring help across the mountains of time when help is really needed, not to bring help that"s undeserved or knowledge that"s premature or contaminating, sometimes not to bring anything at all, but just to check with infinite tenderness and concern that everything"s safe and the glories of the universe unfolding as they were intended to--"
"Yes, you are a poet, Bruce," Erich broke in. "You can tootle soulfully on the flute and make us drip tears. You can let out the stops on the big organ pipes and make us tremble as if at Jehovah"s footsteps. For the last twenty minutes, you have been giving us some very _charmante_ poetry. But what are you? An Entertainer? Or are you a Soldier?"
Right then--I don"t know what it was, maybe Sid clearing his throat--I could sense our feelings beginning to turn against Bruce. I got the strangest feeling of reality clamping down and bright colors going dull and dreams vanishing. Yet it was only then I also realized how much Bruce had moved us, maybe some of us to the verge of mutiny, even. I was mad at Erich for what he was doing, but I couldn"t help admiring his c.o.c.kiness.
I was still under the spell of Bruce"s words and the more-than-words behind them, but then Erich would shift around a bit and one of his heels would kick near the death"s-head pushb.u.t.tons and I wanted to stamp with spike heels on every death"s-head b.u.t.ton on his uniform. I didn"t know exactly what I felt yet.
"Yes, I"m a Soldier," Bruce told him, "and I hope you won"t ever have to worry about my courage, because it"s going to take more courage than any operation we"ve ever planned, ever dreamed of, to carry the peace message to the other Places and to the wound-spots of the cosmos.
Perhaps it will be a fast wicket and we"ll be bowled down before we score a single run, but who cares? We may at least see our real masters when they come to smash us, and for me that will be a deep satisfaction.
And we may do some smashing of our own."
"So you"re a Soldier," Erich said, his smile showing his teeth. "Bruce, I"ll admit that the half-dozen operations you"ve been on were rougher than anything I drew in my first hundred sleeps. For that, I am all honest sympathy. But that you should let them get you into such a state that love and a girl can turn you upside down and start you babbling about peace messages--"
"Yes, by G.o.d, love and a girl have changed me!" Bruce shouted at him, and I looked around at Lili and I remembered Dave saying, "I"m going to Spain," and I wondered if anything would ever again make my face flame like that. "Or, rather, they"ve made me stand up for what I"ve believed in all along. They"ve made me--"
"_Wunderbar_," Erich called and began to do a little sissy dance on the bomb that set my teeth on edge. He bent his wrists and elbows at arty angles and stuck out a hip and ducked his head simperingly and blinked his eyes very fast. "Will you invite me to the wedding, Bruce? You"ll have to get another best man, but I will be the flower girl and throw pretty little posies to all the distinguished guests. Here, Mark. Catch, Kaby. One for you, Greta. _Danke schon. Ach, zwei Herzen in dreivierteltakt ... ta-ta ... ta-ta ... ta-ta-ta-ta-ta ..._"
"What the h.e.l.l do you think a woman is?" Bruce raged. "Something to mess around with in your spare time?"
Erich kept on humming "Two Hearts in Waltz Time"--and jigging around to it, d.a.m.n him--but he slipped in a nod to Bruce and a "Precisely." So I knew where I stood, but it was no news to me.
"Very well," Bruce said, "let"s leave this Brown Shirt _maricon_ to amuse himself and get down to business. I made all of you a proposal and I don"t have to tell you how serious it is or how serious Lili and I are about it. We not only must infiltrate and subvert other Places, which luckily for us are made for infiltration, we also must make contact with the Snakes and establish working relationships with their Demons at our level as one of our first steps."
That stopped Erich"s jig and got enough of a gasp from some of us to make it seem to come from practically everybody. Erich used it to work a change of pace.
"Bruce! We"ve let you carry this foolery further than we should. You seem to have the idea that because anything goes in the Place--dueling, drunkenness, _und so weiter_--you can say what you have and it will all be forgotten with the hangover. Not so. It is true that among such a set of monsters and free spirits as ourselves, and working as secret agents to boot, there cannot be the obvious military discipline that would obtain in a Terran army.
"But let me tell you, Bruce, let me grind it home into you--Sid and Kaby and Mark will bear me out in this, as officers of equivalent rank--that the Spider line of command stretches into and through this Place just as surely as the word of _der Fuhrer_ rules Chicago. And as I shouldn"t have to emphasize to you, Bruce, the Spiders have punishments that would make my countrymen in Belsen and Buchenwald--well, pale a little.
So while there is still a shadow of justification for our interpreting your remarks as utterly tasteless clowning--"
"Babble on," Bruce said, giving him a loose downward wave of his hand without looking. "I made you people a proposal." He paused. "How do you stand, Sidney Lessingham?"
Then I felt my legs getting weak, because Sid didn"t answer right away.
The old boy swallowed and started to look around at the rest of us. Then the feeling of reality clamping down got something awful, because he didn"t look around, but straightened his back a little. Just then, Mark cut in fast.
"It grieves me, Bruce, but I think you are possessed. Erich, he must be confined."
Kaby nodded, almost absently. "Confine or kill the coward, whichever is easier, whip the woman, and let"s get on to the Egyptian battle."
"Indeed, yes," Mark said. "I died in it. But now perhaps no longer."
Kaby said to him, "I like you, Roman."
Bruce was smiling, barely, and his eyes were moving and fixing. "You, Ilhilihis?"
Illy"s squeak box had never sounded mechanical to me before, but it did as he answered, "I"m a lot deeper into borrowed time than the rest of you, tra-la-la, but Papa still loves living. Include me very much out, Brucie."
"Miss Davies?"
Beside me, Maud said flatly, "Do you think I"m a fool?" Beyond her, I saw Lili and I thought, "My G.o.d, I might look as proud if I were in her shoes, but I sure as h.e.l.l wouldn"t look as confident."
Bruce"s eyes hadn"t quite come to Beau when the gambler spoke up. "I have no cause to like you, sir, rather the opposite. But this Place has come to bore me more than Boston and I have always found it difficult to resist a long shot. A very long one, I fear. I am with you, sir."
There was a pain in my chest and a roaring in my ears and through it I heard Sevensee grunting, "--sicka these lousy Spiders. Deal me in."
And then Doc reared up in front of the bar and he"d lost his hat and his hair was wild and he grabbed an empty fifth by the neck and broke the bottom of it all jagged against the bar and he waved it and screeched, "_Ubivaytye Pauki--i Nyemetzi!_"
And right behind his words, Beau sang out fast the English of it, "Kill the Spiders--and the Germans!"
And Doc didn"t collapse then, though I could see he was hanging onto the bar tight with his other hand, and the Place got stiller, inside and out, than I"ve ever known it, and Bruce"s eyes were finally moving back toward Sid.
But the eyes stopped short of Sid and I heard Bruce say, "Miss Forzane?"
and I thought, "That"s funny," and I started to look around at the Countess, and felt all the eyes and I realized, "Hey, that"s me! But this can"t happen to me. To the others, yes, but not to me. I just work here. Not to Greta, no, no, no!"
But it had, and the eyes didn"t let go, and the silence and the feeling of reality were G.o.dawful, and I said to myself, "Greta, you"ve got to say something, if only a suitable four-letter word," and then suddenly I knew what the silence was like. It was like that of a big city if there were some way of shutting off all the noise in one second. It was like Erich"s singing when the piano had deserted him. It was as if the Change Winds should ever die completely ... and I knew beforehand what had happened when I turned my back on them all.
The Ghostgirls were gone. The Major Maintainer hadn"t merely been switched to Introvert. It was gone, too.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
CHAPTER 9
"We examined the moss between the bricks, and found it undisturbed."