"Part through the middle might be a forest fire," Murphey said. He watched Thurlow"s mouth.
"Have you ever seen a forest fire?"
"Where one"d been. Stank to heaven with dead cows. Burned out a ranch up on the Siuslaw."
Thurlow wrote on the pad.
Murphey glared at him, swallowed, turned to the final card. As he looked at it, he drew in a sharp, hard breath as though he"d been hit in the stomach.
Thurlow looked up quickly, studied him.
A look of confusion pa.s.sed over Murphey"s face. He squirmed in his chair, then: "Is this one of the regular cards?"
"Yes."
"I don"t remember it."
"Oh. Do you remember all the other cards?"
"Kind of."
"What about this card?"
"I think you"ve rung in a new one."
"No. It"s one of the regular Rorschach cards."
Murphey turned a hard stare on the psychologist, said: "I had a right to kill her, Doc. Let"s remember that. I had a right. A husband has to protect his home."
Thurlow sat quietly waiting.
Murphey jerked his attention back to the card. "A junkyard," he blurted. "It reminds me of a junkyard."
Still, Thurlow remained silent.
"Wrecked cars, old boilers, things like that," Murphey said. He tossed the card aside, sat back with a look of cautious waiting.
Thurlow took a deep breath, collected the cards and data sheets, slipped them into a briefcase which he lifted from the floor beside his chair. Slowly, he turned, stared directly into the pantovive.
Kelexel had the disquieting sensation that Thurlow was staring him in the eyes.
"Tell me, Joe," Thurlow said, "what do you see there?" He pointed at the pantovive"s watchers.
"Huh? Where?"
"There." Thurlow continued to point.
Murphey now stared out of the pantovive at the audience. "Some dust or smoke," he said. "They don"t keep this place too clean."
"But what do you see in the dust or smoke?" Thurlow persisted. He lowered his hand.
Murphey squinted, tipped his head to one side, "Ohh, maybe it"s kinda like; a lot of little faces . . . babies" faces, like cherubs or . . . no, like those imps they put in pictures of h.e.l.l."
Thurlow turned back to the prisoner. "Imps of h.e.l.l," he murmured. "How very appropriate."
At the pantovive, Fraffin slapped the cutoff. The scene faded from the stage.
Kelexel blinked, turned, was surprised to find Fraffin chuckling.
"Imps of h.e.l.l," Fraffin said. "Oh, that"s lovely. That is purely lovely."
"You"re deliberately allowing an immune to watch us and record our actions," Kelexel said. "I see nothing lovely about that!"
"What did you think of Murphey?" Fraffin asked.
"He looked as sane as I am."
A spasm of laughter overcame Fraffin. He shook his head, rubbed his eyes, then: "Murphey"s my own creation, Kelexel. My own creation. I"ve shaped him most carefully and certainly from his infancy. Isn"t he delightful. Imps of h.e.l.l!"
"Is he an immune, too?"
"Lords of Preservation, no!"
Kelexel studied the Director. Surely Fraffin had penetrated the disguise by now. Why would he betray himself, flaunt an immune before an Investigator from the Primacy? Was it the witch doctor? Had these natives some mysterious power which Fraffin could use?
"I don"t understand your motives, Fraffin," Kelexel said.
"That"s obvious," Fraffin said. "What about Thurlow. Does it give you no pangs of guilt to watch the creature you"ve robbed of a mate?"
"The . . . witchdoctor? The immune? He must be disposed of. How can I rob him of anything? It"s a Chem"s right to take whatever he desires from the lower orders."
"But . . . Thurlow"s almost human, don"t you think?"
"Nonsense!"
"No, no, Kelexel. He has a great native capability. He"s superb. Couldn"t you see how he was drawing Murphey out, exposing the flesh of insanity?"
"How can you say the native"s insane?"
"He is, Kelexel. I made him that way."
"I . . . don"t believe you."
"Patience and courtesy," Fraffin said. "What would you say if I told you I could show you more of Thurlow without your seeing him at all?"
Kelexel sat up straight. He felt wary, as though all his previous fears had come back amplified. Bits of the scene Fraffin had just shown reeled through his mind, clinging and wisping away, their meanings changed and distorted. Insane? And what of Ruth, his pet? She had watched that scene, perhaps was still watching more of it. Why would she wish to see such a . . . painful thing. It must be painful for her. It must be. For the first time in his memory, Kelexel felt himself drawn to share another being"s emotions. He tried to shake it off. She was a native, one of the lower orders. He looked up to find Fraffin staring at him. It was as though they had exchanged places with the two natives they"d just watched. Fraffin had a.s.sumed the role of Thurlow and he, Kelexel, was Murphey.
What powers has he gained from these natives? Kelexel asked himself. Can he see into me, divine my thoughts? But I"m not insane . . . or violent.