The Helpful Hand of G.o.d.
by Tom G.o.dwin.
... Can be very helpful indeed. But of course, it"s long been known that G.o.d helps those who wisely help themselves....
BY TOM G.o.dWIN
ILl.u.s.tRATED BY BARBERIS
(From "Vogarian Revised Encyclopedia":
_SAINTS: Golden Saints, properly, Yellow Saints, a term of contempt applied by the Vogarian State Press to members of the Church Of The Golden Rule because of their opposition to the war then being planned against Alkoria. See CHURCHES._
_CHURCH, GOLDEN RULE, OF THE: A group of reactionary fanatics who resisted State control and advocated social chaos through "Individual Freedom." They were liquidated in the Unity Purge but for two-thousand of the more able-bodied, who were sentenced to the moon mines of Belen Nine. The prison ship never arrived there and it is a.s.sumed that the condemned Saints somehow overpowered the guards and escaped to some remote section of the galaxy.)_
Kane had observed Commander Y"Nor"s bird-of-prey profile with detached interest as Y"Nor jerked his head around to glare again at the chronometer on the farther wall of the cruiser"s command room.
"What"s keeping Dalon?" Y"Nor demanded, transferring his glare to Kane. "Did you a.s.sure him that I have all day to waste?"
"He should be here any minute, sir," Kane answered.
"I didn"t find the Saints, after others had failed for sixty years, to then sit and wait. The situation on Vogar was already very critical when we left." Y"Nor scowled at the chronometer again. "Every hour we waste waiting here will delay our return to Vogar by an hour--I presume you realize that?
"It does sound like a logical theory," Kane agreed.
Y"Nor"s face darkened dangerously. "You will--"
Quick, hard-heeled footsteps sounded in the corridor outside. The guard officer, Dalon, stepped through the doorway and saluted; his eyes like ice under his pale brows and his uniform seeming to bristle with weapons.
"The native is here, sir," he said to Y"Nor.
He turned, and made a commanding gesture. The leader of the Saints appeared; the man whose resistance Y"Nor would have to break.
A frail, white-bearded old man, scuffed uncertainly into the room in straw sandals, his faded blue eyes peering nearsightedly toward Y"Nor.
"Go to the commander"s desk," Dalon ordered in his metallic tones.
The old man obeyed and stopped before Y"Nor"s desk, his hands clasped together as though to hide their trembling.
"You are Brenn," Y"Nor said, "and you hold, I believe, the impressive t.i.tles of Chief Executive of the Council Of Provinces and Supreme Elder of the Churches Of The Golden Rule?"
"Yes, sir." There was a faint quaver in old Brenn"s voice. "I welcome you to our world, sir, and offer you our friendship."
"I understand you can produce Elusium X fuel?"
"Yes, sir. Our Dr. Larue told me the process is within our ability.
We--" He hesitated. "We know you haven"t enough fuel to return to Vogar."
Y"Nor stiffened in his chair. "What makes you think that?"
"It requires a great deal of fuel to get through the Whirlpool star cl.u.s.ter--and even sixty years ago, the Elusium ores of Vogar were almost exhausted."
Y"Nor smiled thinly. "That reminds me--you would be one of the Saints who murdered their guards and stole a ship to get here."
"We killed no guards, sir. In fact, all of them eventually joined our church."
"Where is the ship?"
"We had to cut it up for our start in mechanization."
"I presume you know you will pay for it?"
"It was taking us to our deaths in the radium mines--but we will pay whatever you ask."
"The first installment will be one thousand units of fuel, to be produced with the greatest speed possible."
"Yes, sir. But in return"--the old man stood a little straighter and an underlying resolve was suddenly revealed--"you must recognize us as a free race."
"Free? A colony founded by escaped criminals?"
"That is not true! We committed no crime, harmed no living thing...."
The hard, cold words of Y"Nor cut off his protest:
"This world it now a Vogarian possession. Every man, woman, and child upon it is a prisoner of the Vogarian State. There will be no resistance. This cruiser"s disintegrators can destroy a town within seconds, your race within hours. Do you understand what I mean?"
The visible portion of old Brenn"s face turned pale. He spoke at last in the bitter tones of frightened, stubborn determination:
"I offered you our friendship; I hoped you would accept, for we are a peaceful race. I should have known that you came only to persecute and enslave us. But the hand of G.o.d will reach down to help us and--"
Y"Nor laughed, a raucous sound like the harsh caw of the Vogarian vulture, and held up a hairy fist.
"This, old man, is the hand for you to center your prayers around. I want full-scale fuel production commenced within twenty-four hours. If this is done, and if you continue to unquestioningly obey all my commands, I will for that long defer your punishment as an escaped criminal. If this is not done, I will destroy a town exactly twenty-five hours from now--and as many more as may be necessary. And you will be publicly executed as a condemned criminal and an enemy of the Vogarian State."
Y"Nor turned to Dalon. "Take him away."
"Scared sheep," Y"Nor said when Brenn was gone. "Tomorrow he"ll say that he prayed and his G.o.d told him what to do--which will be to save his neck by doing as I command."
"I don"t know--" Kane said doubtfully. "I think you"re wrong about his conscience folding so easily."
"_You_ think?" Y"Nor asked. "Perhaps I should remind you that the ability to think is usually characteristic of commanders rather than sub-ensigns. You will not be asked to try to think beyond the small extent required to comprehend simple commands."