"Do you think I"d _let_ her work on me?" James demanded.
"She"s a Prime--you wouldn"t know anything about it. However, nothing will happen. Nor am I going to let her confuse the real issue. Belle, you are either inside the Code or a free agent outside it. Which?"
"I have made my position clear."
"To me, yes. To Jim and Lola, decidedly unclear."
"Unclear, then. You can _not_ coerce me!"
"If you follow the Code, no. If you don"t, I can and will. If you make any kind of a pa.s.s at Jim James from now on, I"ll lock you into your room with a Gunther block."
"_You wouldn"t dare_!" she breathed. "Besides, you couldn"t, not to another prime."
"Don"t bet on it," he advised.
After a full minute of silence Garlock"s att.i.tude changed suddenly to his usual one of casual friendliness. "Why not let this one drop right here, Belle? I can marry them, with all the official tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs. Why not let "em really enjoy their honeymoon?"
"Why not?" Belle"s manner changed to match Garlock"s and she smiled warmly. "I confirm, Jim. You two are really serious, aren"t you?
Marriage, declarations, registration, and everything? I wish--I sincerely and really wish you--every happiness possible."
"We really _are_ serious," James said, putting his arm around Lola"s waist. "And you won"t ... won"t interfere?"
"Not a bit. I couldn"t, now, even if I wanted to." Belle grinned wryly.
"You see, you kids missed the main feature of the show, since you can"t know exactly what a Prime Operator is. Especially you can"t know what Cleander Simmsworth Garlock really is--he"s an out-and-out tiger on wheels. The three of us could have smacked him bow-legged, but of course all chance of that blew up just now. So if you two want to take the big jump you can do it with my blessing as well as Clee"s. I"ll clear the table."
That small ch.o.r.e taken care of--a quick folding-up of everything into the tablecloth and a heave into the chute did it--Belle set up the recorder.
"Are you both fully certain that you want the full treatment?" Garlock asked.
Both were certain, and Garlock read the brief but solemn marriage lines.
As the newlyweds left the room, Belle turned to Garlock with a quizzical smile. "Are you going to ask me to pair with you, Clee?"
"I certainly am." He grinned back at her. "I owe you that much revenge, at least. But seriously, I"d like it immensely and we fit like Grace and Poise. Look at that mirror. Did you ever see a better-matched couple?
Will you give me a try, Belle?"
"I will not," she said, emphatically. I"ll take back what I said a while ago--if you were really the only man left, I would--but as it is, the answer is a definite, resounding, and final "_No_"."
""Definite" and "resounding," yes. "Final," I won"t accept. I"ll wait."
"You"ll wait a long time, Buster. My door will be locked from now on.
Good night, Doctor Garlock, I"m going to bed."
"So am I." He walked with her along the corridor to their rooms, the doors of which were opposite each other. "In view of the Code, locking your door is a meaningless gesture. Mine will remain unlocked. I invite you to come in whenever you like, and a.s.sure you formally that no such entry will be regarded as an invasion of privacy."
Without a word she went into her room and closed the door with a firmness just short of violence. Her lock clicked sharply.
The next morning, after breakfast, James followed Garlock into his room and shut the door.
"Clee, I want to tell you.... I don"t want to get sloppy but...."
"Want to lep it?"
"h.e.l.l, no!"
"It"s about Brownie, then."
"Uh-huh. I"ve always liked you immensely. Admired you. Hero, sort of...."
"Yeah. I quote. "Harder than Pharaoh"s heart." "Colder than frozen helium," and all the rest. But this thing about Brownie...." He reached out; two hard hands met in a crushing grip. "How could you possibly lay off? Just the strain, if nothing else."
"A little strain doesn"t hurt a man unless he lets it. I"ve done without for months at a stretch, with it running around loose on all sides of me."
"But she"s so ... she"s got _everything_!"
"There speaketh the ensorcelled bridegroom. For my taste, she hasn"t.
She told you, I suppose, when explaining a certain fact, that I told her she wasn"t my type?"
"Yes, but...."
"She still isn"t. She"s a very fine person, with a very fine personality. She is one of the two most nearly perfect young women of her race. Her face is beautiful. Her body is an artist"s dream. Her mind is one of the very best. Besides all that, she"s a very good egg and a mighty tasty dish. But put yourself in my place.
"Here"s this paragon we have just described. She has extremely high ideals and she"s a virgin; never really aroused. Also, she"s so full of this sickening c.r.a.p they"ve been pouring into us--propaganda, rocket-oil, prop-wash, and psychological gobbledygook--that it"s running out of her ears. She"s so stuffed with it that she"s going to pair with you, ideals and virginity be d.a.m.ned, even if it kills her; even though she"s shaking, clear down to her shoes--scared yellow. Also, she is and always will be scared half to death of you--she thinks you"re some kind of robot. She"s a starry-eyed, soft-headed sissy. A sapadilla. A sucker for a smooth line of balloon-juice and flapdoodle. No spine; no bottom.
A gutless doll-baby. Strictly a pet--you could no more love her, ever, than you could a half-grown kitten...."
"That"s a _h.e.l.l_ of a picture!" James broke in savagely. "Even with your cold-blooded reputation."
"People in love can"t be objective, is all. If I saw her through the same set of filters you do, I"d be in love with her, too. So let"s see if you can use your brain instead of your outraged sensibilities to answer a hypothetical question. If the foregoing were true, what would _you_ do, Junior?"
"I"d pa.s.s, I guess. I"d have to, if I wanted to look at myself in the mirror next morning. But that"s such an _unG.o.dly_ c.o.c.keyed picture, Clee.... But if that"s actually your picture of Brownie--and you"re no part of a liar--just what kind of a woman could you love? If any?"
"Belle."
"_Belle_! Belle _Bellamy_? h.e.l.l"s flaming furies! That iceberg? That egomaniac? That Jezebel? She"s the hardest-boiled babe that ever went unhung."
"Right, on all counts. Also she"s crooked and treacherous. She"s a ground-and-lofty liar by instinct and training. I could add a lot more.
But she"s got brains, ability, and guts--guts enough to supply the Women"s Army Corps. She"s got the spine and the bottom and the drive. So just imagine her thawed out and really shoveling on the coal--blasting wide open on all forty torches. Back to back with you when you"re surrounded; she wouldn"t cave and she wouldn"t give. Or wing and wing--holding the beam come h.e.l.l or s.p.a.ce-warps. Roll that one around on your tongue, Jim, and give your taste-buds a treat."
"Well, maybe ... if I"ve got that much imagination ... that"s a tough blueprint to read. I can"t quite visualize the finished article.
However, you"re as hard as she is--even harder. You"ve got more of what it takes. Maybe _you_ can make a Christian out of her. If so, you might have something; but I"m d.a.m.ned if I can see exactly what. Whatever it turned out to be, I wouldn"t care for any part of it. You could have it all."
"Exactly; and you can have your Brownie."