"Feeling sad, Greta girl, because you"ll never understand what"s happening to us all," Illy asked me, "because you"ll never be anything but a shadow fighting shadows--and trying to love shadows in between the battles? It"s time you understood we"re not really fighting a war at all, although it looks that way, but going through a kind of evolution, though not exactly the kind Erich had in mind.
"Your Terran thought has a word for it and a theory for it--a theory that recurs on many worlds. It"s about the four orders of life: Plants, Animals, Men and Demons. Plants are energy-binders--they can"t move through s.p.a.ce or time, but they can clutch energy and transform it.
Animals are s.p.a.ce-binders--they can move through s.p.a.ce. Man (Terran or ET, Lunan or non-Lunan) is a time-binder--he has memory.
"Demons are the fourth order of evolution, possibility-binders--they can make all of what might be part of what is, and that is their evolutionary function. Resurrection is like the metamorphosis of a caterpillar into a b.u.t.terfly: a third-order being breaks out of the chrysalis of its lifeline into fourth-order life. The leap from the ripped coc.o.o.n of an unchanging reality is like the first animal"s leap when he ceases to be a plant, and the Change World is the core of meaning behind the many myths of immortality.
"All evolution looks like a war at first--octopoids against monopoids, mammals against reptiles. And it has a necessary dialectic: there must be the thesis--we call it Snake--and the ant.i.thesis--Spider--before there can be the ultimate synthesis, when all possibilities are fully realized in one ultimate universe. The Change War isn"t the blind destruction it seems.
"Remember that the Serpent is your symbol of wisdom and the Spider your sign for patience. The two names are rightly frightening to you, for all high existence is a mixture of horror and delight. And don"t be surprised, Greta girl, at the range of my words and thoughts; in a way, I"ve had a billion years to study Terra and learn her languages and myths.
"Who are the real Spiders and Snakes, meaning who were the first possibility-binders? Who was Adam, Greta girl? Who was Cain? Who were Eve and Lilith?
"In binding all possibility, the Demons also bind the mental with the material. All fourth-order beings live inside and outside all minds, throughout the whole cosmos. Even this Place is, after its fashion, a giant brain: its floor is the brainpan, the boundary of the Void is the cortex of gray matter--yes, even the Major and Minor Maintainers are a.n.a.logues of the pineal and pituitary glands, which in some form sustain all nervous systems.
"There"s the real picture, Greta girl."
The feather-talk faded out and Illy"s tendril tips merged into a soft pad on which I fingered, "Thanks, Daddy Longlegs."
Chewing over in my mind what Illy had just told me, I looked back at the gang around the piano. The party seemed to be breaking up; at least some of them were chopping away at it. Sid had gone to the control divan and was getting set to tune in Egypt. Mark and Kaby were there with him, all bursting with eagerness and the vision of tanks on ranks of mounted Zombie bowmen going up in a mushroom cloud; I thought of what Illy had told me and I managed a smile--seems we"ve got to win and lose all the battles, every which way.
Mark had just put on his Parthian costume, groaning cheerfully, "Trousers again!" and was striding around under a hat like a fur-lined ice-cream cone and with the sleeves of his metal-stuffed candys flapping over his hands. He waved a short sword with a heart-shaped guard at Bruce and Erich and told them to get a move on.
Kaby was going along on the operation wearing the old-woman disguise intended for Benson-Carter. I got a half-hearted kick out of knowing she was going to have to cover that chest and hobble.
Bruce and Erich weren"t taking orders from Mark just yet. Erich went over and said something to Bruce at the bar, and Bruce got down and went over with Erich to the piano, and Erich tapped Beau on the shoulder and leaned over and said something to him, and Beau nodded and yanked "Limehouse Blues" to a fast close and started another piece, something slow and nostalgic.
Erich and Bruce waved to Mark and smiled, as if to show him that whether he came over and stood with them or not, the legate and the lieutenant and the commandant were very much together. And while Sevensee hugged Lili with a simple enthusiasm that made me wonder why I"ve wasted so much imagination on genetic treatments for him, Erich and Bruce sang:
"_To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the d.a.m.ned, To our brothers in the tunnels outside time, Sing three Change-resistant Zombies, raised from death and robot-crammed, And Commandos of the Spiders-- Here"s to crime!
We"re three blind mice on the wrong time-track, Hush--hush--hush!
We"ve lost our now and will never get back, Hush--hush--hush!
Change Commandos out on the spree, d.a.m.ned through all possibility, Ghostgirls, think kindly on such as we, Hush--hush--hush!_"
While they were singing, I looked down at my charcoal skirt and over at Maud and Lili and I thought, "Three gray hustlers for three black hussars, that"s our speed." Well, I"d never thought of myself as a high-speed job, winning all the races--I wouldn"t feel comfortable that way. Come to think of it, we"ve got to lose and win all the races in the long run, the way the course is laid out.
I fingered to Illy, "That"s the picture, all right, Spider boy."
--FRITZ LEIBER