"Father," he prayed, "teach us to know thy ways and to emulate thee. Help us to protect ourselves and guard against the evil one. May we foresee and understand his wiles. For his wiles are great; his cunning also. Give us the strength-lend us thy holy power-to ferret him out wherever he is."
He heard nothing in response. It did not surprise him. Pious people spoke to G.o.d, and crazy people imagined that G.o.d spoke back. His answers had to come from within himself, from his own heart. But, of course, the Spirit guided him. It was always thus. Within him the Spirit, in the form of his own proclivities, ratified his original insight. "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live" included in its domain the smuggled mutation. "Witch" equaled "monster." He therefore had scriptural support. And anyhow he was G.o.d"s regent on Earth. Just to be on the safe side he consulted his huge copy of the Bible, rereading Exodus twenty-two, verse seventeen. Thou shalt not suffer a sorceress to live.
And then for good measure he read the next verse.
Whosoever lieth with a beast shall surely be put to death.
Then he read the notes.
Ancient witchcraft was steeped in crime, immorality and im- posture; and it debased the populace by hideous practices and superst.i.tions. It is preceded by provisions against s.e.xual license and followed by condemnation of unnatural vice and idolatry.
Well, that certainly applied here. Hideous practices and superst.i.tions. Things sp.a.w.ned by intercourse with nonhumans on far off foreign planets. They shall not invade this sacred world, he said to himself. I"m sure my colleague the Procurator Maximus will agree. Suddenly illumination washed over him. We"re being invaded! he realized. The thing we"ve been talking about for two centuries. The Holy Spirit is telling me; it has happened! Accursed sp.a.w.n of filth, he thought; rapidly he made his way to his master chamber where the direct-and highly shielded- line to the procurator could be found.
"Is this about the baby?" Bulkowsky said, when contact-in an instant-had been established. "I have retired for the night. It can wait until tomorrow."
"There is an abomination out there," Cardinal Harms said. "Exodus twenty-two, verse seventeen. "Thou-"
"Big Noodle won"t let it reach Earth. It must have been intercepted at one of the outer rings of Immigration."
"G.o.d does not wish monsters on this his primary world. You as a born-again Christian should realize that."
"Certainly I do," Bulkowsky said, with indignation.
"What shall I instruct Big Noodle to do?"
Bulkowsky said, "It"s what will Big Noodle instruct us to do, rather. Don"t you think?"
"We will have to pray our way through this crisis," Harms said. "Join me now in a prayer. Bow your head."
"My wife is calling me," Bulkowsky said. "We can pray tomorrow. Goodnight." He hung up. Oh G.o.d of Israel, Harms prayed, his head bowed. Protect us from procrastination and from the evil that has descended on it. Awaken the Procurator" s soul to the urgency of this our hour of ordeal. We are being spiritually tested, he prayed. I know that is the case. We must prove our worth by casting out this satanic presence.
Make us worthy, Lord; lend us thy sword of might. Give us thy saddle of righteousness to mount the steed of... He could not finish the thought; it was too intense. Hasten to our aid, he finished, and raised his head. A sense of triumph filled him; as if, he thought, we have trapped something to be killed. We have hunted it down. And it will die. Praise be to G.o.d!
Chapter 8.
The high-velocity axial flight made Rybys Rommey deathly ill. United s.p.a.ceways had arranged for five adjoining seats for her, so that she could lie outstretched; even so, she was barely able to speak. She lay on her side, a blanket up to her chin. Somberly, as he gazed down at the woman, Elias Tate said, "The d.a.m.n legal technicalities. If we hadn"t been held up-" He grimaced. Within Rybys"s body the fetus, now six months along, had been silent for a vast amount of time. What if the fetus dies? Herb Asher asked himself. The death of G.o.d. .. but not under cir- c.u.mstances anyone ever antic.i.p.ated. And no one, except himself, Rybys and Elias Tate would ever know. Can G.o.d die? he wondered. And with him my wife. The marriage ceremony had been lucid and brief, a transac- tion by the deeps.p.a.ce authorities, with no religious or moral over- tones. Both he and Rybys had been required to undergo extensive physical examinations, and, of course, her pregnancy had been discovered.
"You"re the father?" the doctor asked him.
"Yes," Herb Asher said. The doctor grinned and noted that on his chart.
"We felt we had to get married," Herb said.
"It"s a good att.i.tude." The doctor was elderly and wellgroomed, and totally impersonal. "Are you aware that it"s a boy?"
"Yes," he said. He certainly was.
"There is one thing I do not understand," the doctor said. "Was this impregnation natural? It wasn"t artificial insemination. by any chance? Because the hymen is intact."
"Really," Herb Asher said.
"It"s rare but it can happen. So technically your wife is still a virgin."
"Really," Herb Asher said. The doctor said, "She is quite ill, you know. From the multi- ple sclerosis."
"I know," he answered stoically.
"There is no guarantee of a cure. You realize that. I think it"s an excellent idea to return her to Earth, and I heartily approve of your going along with her. But it may be for nothing. M.S. is a peculiar ailment. The myelin sheath of the nerve fibers develops hard patches and this eventually results in permanent paralysis. We have finally isolated two causal factors, after decades of in- tensive effort. There is a microorganism, but, and this is a major factor, a form of allergy is involved. Much of the treatment in- volves transforming the immune system so that-" The doctor continued on, and Herb Asher listened as well as he could. He knew it all already; Rybys had told him several times, and had shown him texts that she had obtained from M.E.D. Like her, he had become an authority on the disease.
"Could I have some water?" Rybys murmured, lifting her head; her face was blotched and swollen, and Herb Asher could understand her only with difficulty. A stewardess brought Rybys a paper cup of water; Elias and Herb lifted her to a sitting position and she took the cup in her hands. Her arms, her body, trembled.
"It won"t be much longer," Herb Asher said.
"Christ," Rybys murmured. "I don"t think I"m going to make it. Tell the stewardess I"m going to throw up again; make her bring back that bowl. Jesus." She sat up fully, her face stricken "with pain. The stewardess, bending down beside her, said, "We"ll be firing the retrojets in two hours, so if you can just hold on-"
"Hold on?" Rybys said. "I can"t even hold on to what I drank. Are you sure that c.o.ke wasn"t tainted or something? I think it made me worse. Don"t you have any ginger ale? If I had some ginger ale maybe I could keep from-" She cursed with venom and rage. "d.a.m.n this," she said. "d.a.m.n all this. It isn"t worth it!" She stared at Herb Asher and then Elias. Yah, Herb Asher thought. Can"t you do anything? It"s s.a.d.i.s.tic to let her suffer this way. Within his mind a voice spoke. He could not at first fathom what it meant; he heard the words but they seemed to make no sense. The voice said, "Take her to the Garden."
He thought, What Garden?
"Take her by the hand."
Herb Asher, reaching down, fumbling in the folds of the blanket, took his wife"s hand.
"Thank you," Rybys said. Feebly, she squeezed his hand. Now, as he sat leaning over her, he saw her eyes shine; he saw s.p.a.ces beyond her eyes, and if he were looking into some- thing empty, containing huge stretches of s.p.a.ce. Where are you? he wondered. It is a universe in there, within your skull; it is a different universe from this: not a mirror reflection but another land. He saw stars, and cl.u.s.ters of stars; he saw nebulae and great clouds of gases that glowed darkly and yet still with a white light, not a ruddy light. He felt wind billow about him and he heard something rustle. Leaves or branches, he thought; I hear plants. The air felt warm. That amazed him. It seemed to be fresh air, not the stale, recirculated air of the s.p.a.ceship. The sound of birds, and, when he looked up, blue sky. He saw bamboo, and the rustling sound came from the wind blowing through the canes of bamboo. He saw a fence, and there were children. And yet at the same time he still held his wife"s weak hand. Strange, he thought. The air so dry, as if it comes sweeping off the desert. He saw a boy with brown curly hair; the boy"s hair reminded him of Rybys"s hair before she had lost it, before, from the chemotherapy, it had fallen out and disappeared.
Where am I? he wondered. At a school? Beside him fussy Mr. Plaudet told him pointless stories having to do with the school"s financial needs, the school"s problems- he wasn"t interested in the school"s problems; he was interested in his son. His son"s brain damage; he wanted to know all about it.
"What I can"t understand," Plaudet was saying, "is why they kept you in suspension for ten years for a spleen. For heaven"s sake, a splenectomy is a normal and regular type of surgery, and there is frequently a splenolus that can be-"
"Which hemisphere of his brain is damaged?" Herb Asher interrupted.
"Mr. Tate has all the medical reports. But I"ll go to our com- puter and ask for a printout. Manny seems a little afraid of you, but I suppose it"s because he"s never seen his father before."
"I"ll stay out here with him," Herb said, "while you get me the printout. I want to know as much as possible about the in- jury."
"Herb," Rybys said. Startled, he realized where he was; aboard the United s.p.a.ce- ways XR4 axial flight from Fomalhaut to the Sol System. In two hours the first Immigration party would board the ship and make their preliminary inspection.
"Herb," his wife whispered, "I just saw my son."
"A school," Herb Asher said, "where he"s going to go."
"I don"t think I"ll live to be there," Rybys said. "I have a feeling . . . He was there and you were there, and a noisy little ratlike man who babbled on, but I wasn"t anywhere around. I looked; I kept looking. This really is going to kill me but it won"t kill my son. That"s what he told me, remember? Yah told me I would live on through my son, so I guess I will die; I mean, this body will die, but they"ll save him. Were you there when Yah said that? I don"t remember. That was a garden we were in, wasn"t it? Bamboo. I saw the wind blowing. The wind talked to me; it was like voices."
"Yes," he said.
"They used to go out in the desert for forty days and forty nights. Elijah and then Jesus. Elias?" She looked around. "You ate locusts and wild honey and called on men to repent. You told King Ahab there would be no dew nor rain these years . . . thus says the Lord. According to my word." She shut her eyes. She is really sick, Herb Asher said to himself. But I saw her son. Beautiful and wild and-something more. Timid. Very human, he thought; that was a human child. Maybe this is all in our minds. Maybe the Clems have occluded our perceptions so that we believe and see and experience but it is not real. I give up, he thought. Ijust don"t know. Something to do with time. He seems able to transform time. Now I am here in the ship but then I am in the Garden with the child and the other children, her child, years from now. What is the true time? he asked himself. Me here in the ship or back in my dome before I met Rybys or after she is dead and Emmanuel is in school? And I have been in cryonic suspension, for a matter of years. It has to do or had to do or will have to do with my spleen. Did they shoot me? he wondered. Rybys died from her illness but how did I die? And what became or will become of Elias? Leaning toward him Elias said, "I want to talk to you." He motioned Herb Asher away from Rybys and away from the other pa.s.sengers. "We are not to mention Yah. We will use the word "Jehovah" from now on. It"s a word coined in 1530; ifs all right to say it. You understand the situation. Immigration will try to tap our minds with psychotronic listening devices, but Jehovah will cloud our minds and they will get little or nothing. But this is the part that is hard to say. Jehovah"s power wanes from here on. The zone of Belial begins soon."
"OK." He nodded.
"You know all this."
"And a lot more." From what Elias had told him and from what Rybys had told him-and Jehovah had told him much, in his sleep, in vivid dreams. Jehovah had been teaching all of them; they would know what to do. Elias said, "He is with us, and can address us from her womb. But there is always the possibility that very advanced electronic scanning devices, monitoring devices, might pick it up. He will converse with us sparingly." After a pause he added, "If at all."
"A strange idea," Herb Asher said. "I wonder what the au- thorities would think if their intelligence-gathering circuitry picked up the thoughts of G.o.d."
"Well," Elias said, "they wouldn"t know what it was. I know the authorities of Earth; I have dealt with them for four thousand years, in situation after situation. Country after country. War after war. I was with Graf Egemont in the Dutch wars of indepen- dence, the Thirty Years War; I was present the day he was exe- cuted. I knew Beethoven... but perhaps "knew" is not the word."
"You were Beethoven," Herb Asher said.
"Part of my spirit returned to Earth and to him," Elias said. Vulgar and fiery. Herb thought. Pa.s.sionately dedicated to the cause of human freedom. Walking hand-in-hand with his friend Goethe, the two men stirring the new life of the German En- lightenment. "Who else were you?" he said.
"Many people in history."
"Tom Paine?"
"We engineered the American Revolution," Elias said. "A group of us. We were the Friends of G.o.d at one time, and the Brothers of the Rosy Cross in 1615 . . . I was Jakob Boehme, but you wouldn"t know of him. My spirit doesn"t dwell alone in a man; it is not incarnation. It is part of my spirit returning to Earth to bond with a human whom G.o.d has selected. There are always such humans and I am there. Martin Buber was one such man, G.o.d rest his n.o.ble soul. That dear and gentle man. The Arabs, too, placed flowers on his grave. Even the Arabs loved him." Elias fell silent. "Some of the men I sent myself to were better men than I was. But I have the power to return. G.o.d granted it to me to-well, it was for Israel"s sake. A hint of immortality for the dearest people of all. You know, Herb, G.o.d offered the Torah, it is said, to every people in the world, back in ancient times, before he offered it to the Jews, and every nation rejected it for one reason or another. The Torah said, "Thou shalt not kill" and many could not live by that; they wanted religion to be sep arate from morality-they didn"t want religion to hobble their desires. Finally G.o.d offered it to the Jews, who accepted it."
"The Torah is the Law?" Herb said.
"It is more than the Law. The word "Law" is inadequate. Even though the New Testament of the Christians always uses the word "Law" for Torah. Torah is the totality of divine disclosure by G.o.d; it is alive; it existed before creation. It is a mystic, almost cosmic, ent.i.ty. The Torah is the Creator"s instrument. With it he created the universe and for it he created the universe. It is the highest idea and the living soul of the world. Without it the world could not exist and would have no right to exist. I am quoting the great Hebrew poet Hayyim Nahman Bialik who lived from the latter part of the nineteenth century into the mid- twentieth century. You should read him sometime."
"Can you tell me anything else about the Torah?"
"Resh Lakish said, "If one"s intent is pure, the Torah for him becomes a life-giving medicine, purifying him to life. But if one"s intent is not pure, it becomes a death-giving drug, purifying him to death." The two men remained silent for a time.
"I will tell you something more," Elias said. "A man came to the great Rabbi Hillel-he lived in the first century, C.E.-and said, "I will become a proselyte on the condition that you teach me the entire Torah while I stand on one foot." Hillel said, "What- ever is hateful to you, do not do it to your neighbor. That is the entire Torah. The rest is commentary; go and learn it." " He smiled at Herb Asher.
"Is the injunction actually in the Torah?" Herb Asher said. "The first five books of the Bible?"
"Yes. Leviticus nineteen, eighteen. G.o.d says, "You shall love your neighbor as a man like yourself." You did not know that, did you? Almost two thousand years before Jesus.
"Then the Golden Rule derives from Judaism," Herb said.
"Yes, it does, and early Judaism. The Rule was presented to man by G.o.d Himself."
"I have a lot to learn," Herb said.
"Read," Elias said. " ""Cape, lege," the two words Augustine heard. Latin for "Take, read." You do that, Herb. Take the book and read it. It is there for you. It is alive."
As their journey continued, Elias disclosed to him further intriguing aspects of the Torah, qualities regarding the Torah that few men knew.
"I tell you these matters," Elias said, "because I trust you. Be careful whom you relate them to."
Four ways existed by which to read the Torah, the fourth being a study of its hidden, innermost side. When G.o.d said, "Let there be light," he meant the mystery that shone in the Torah. This was the concealed primordial light of Creation itself, it being of such n.o.bility that it could not be debased by the use of mortals; so G.o.d wrapped it up within the heart of the Torah. This was an inexhaustible light, related to the divine sparks which the Gnos- tics had believed in, the fragments of the G.o.dhead which were now scattered throughout Creation, enclosed-unfortunately- in material sh.e.l.ls, that of physical bodies. Most interesting of all, some Medieval Jewish mystics held the view that there had been 600,000 Jews who went out of Egypt and received the Torah at Mount Sinai. Reincarnated at each succeeding generation, these 600,000 souls continually live. Each soul or spark is related to the Torah in a different way; thus, 600,000 separate, unique meanings of the Torah exist. The idea is as follows: that for each of these 600,000 persons the Torah is different, and each person has his own specific letter in the Torah, to which his own soul is attached. So in a sense 600,000 Torahs exist. Also, three aeons or epochs in time exist, the first in order being an age of grace, the second or current one being of severe justice and limitation, and the next, yet to come, being of mercy. A different Torah exists for each of the three ages. And yet there is only one Torah. A primal or matrix Torah exists in which there is no punctuation nor any s.p.a.ces between the words; in fact all the letters are jumbled together. In each of the three ages the letters form themselves into alternative words, as events unfold. The current age, that of severe justice and limitation, Elias explained, is marred by the fact that in its Torah one of the letters was defective, the consonant shin. This letter was always written with three p.r.o.ngs but it should have had four. Thus the Torah produced for this age was defective. Another view held by Me- dieval Jewish mystics was that a letter is actually missing in our alphabet. Because of this our Torah contains negative laws as well as positive. In the next aeon the missing or invisible letter will be restored, and every negative prohibition in the Torah will disappear. Hence this next aeon or, as it is called in Hebrew, the next shemii"tah, will lack restrictions imposed on humans; free- dom will replace severe justice and limitation. Out of this notion comes the idea (Elias said) that there are invisible portions of the Torah-invisible to us now, but to be visible in the Messianic Age that is to come. The cosmic cycle will bring this age inevitably: it will be the next shemittah, very much like the first; the Torah will again rearrange itself out of its jumbled matrix. Herb Asher thought, It sounds like a computer. The universe is programmed-and then more accurately reprogrammed.
Two hours later an official government ship clamped itself to their ship, and, after a time, Immigration agents began to move among them, beginning their inspection. And their interrogation. Filled with fear, Herb Asher held Rybys against him, and he sat as close to Elias as possible, obtaining strength from the older man. "Tell me, Elias," Herb said quietly, "the most beautiful thing you know about G.o.d." His heart pounded harshly within him and he could scarcely breathe. Elias said, "All right. "Rabbi Judah said, quoting Ray: The day consists of twelve hours. During the first three hours, the Holy One (G.o.d), praised be He, is engaged in the study of Torah. During the second three He sits in judgment over His entire world. When He realizes that the world is deserving of destruction, He rises from the Throne of Justice, to sit on the Throne of Mercy. During the third group of three hours, He provides sustenance for the entire world, from huge beasts to lice. During the fourth, He sports with the Leviathan, as it is written, "Leviathan, which you did form to sport with" (Ps. 104:26) ... During the fourth group of three hours (according to others) He teaches schoolchildren."
"Thank you," Herb Asher said. Three Immigration agents were moving toward them, now, their uniforms bright, shiny; and they carried weapons. Elias said, "Even G.o.d consults the Torah as the formula and blueprint of the universe." An Immigration agent held out his hand for Elias"s identification; the old man pa.s.sed the packet of doc.u.ments to him. "And even G.o.d cannot act contrary to it."
"You are Elias Tate," the senior Immigration agent said, examining the doc.u.ments. "What is your purpose in returning to the Sol System?"
"This woman is very ill," Elias said. "She is entering the naval hospital at-"
"I asked you your purpose, not hers." He gazed down at Herb Asher. "Who are you?"
"I"m her husband," Herb said. He handed over his identifica- tion and permits and doc.u.mentation.
"She is certified as not contagious?" the senior Immigration agent said.
"It"s multiple sclerosis," Herb said, "which is not-"
"I didn"t ask you what she has; I asked you if it is contagious."
"I"m telling you," he said. "I"m answering your question." "Get up." He stood.
"Come with me." The senior Immigration agent motioned Herb Asher to follow him up the aisle. Elias started to follow but the agent shoved him back, bodily. "Not you."
Following the Immigration agent, Herb Asher made his way step by step up the aisle to the rear of the ship. None of the other pa.s.sengers was standing; he alone had been singled out. In a small compartment marked CREW ONLY the senior Immigration agent faced Herb Asher, staring at him silently; the man"s eyes bulged as if he were unable to speak, as if what he had to say could not be said. Time pa.s.sed. What the h.e.l.l is he doing? Herb Asher asked himself. Silence. The raging stare continued.
"Okay," the Immigration agent said. "I give up. What is your purpose in returning to Earth?"
"I told you.
"Is she really sick?"
"Very. She"s dying."
"Then she"s too sick to travel. It makes no sense.
"Only on Earth are there facilities where-"
"You are under Terran law now," the Immigration agent said. "Do you want to serve time for giving false information to a federal officer? I"m sending you back to Fomalhaut. The three of you. I don"t have any more time. Go back to where you were sitting and remain there until you"re told what to do."
A voice, a neutral, dispa.s.sionate voice, neither male nor fe- male, a kind of perfect intelligence, spoke inside Herb Asher"s head. "At Bethesda they want to study her disease."
He started visibly. The agent regarded him.
"At Bethesda," he said, "they want to study her disease."
"Research?"