"Well, now," Foeren said, "forgery was my main line. But a pair of skilled hands can do almost anything. I suspect that I was only _caught_ for forgery; but I might also have been a safeman. My hands know too much for just a forger."
"You"ve found out more about yourself than I have," Barrent said. "All I have to start with is a dream."
"Well, that"s a start," Foeren said. "There must be ways of finding out more. The important thing is, we"re on Omega."
"Agreed," Barrent said sourly.
"Nothing wrong with that," Foeren said. "Didn"t you hear what the man said? This is our planet!"
"With an average life expectancy of three Earth years," Barrent reminded him.
"That"s probably just scare talk," Foeren said. "I wouldn"t believe stuff like that from a guard. The big thing is, we have our own planet.
You heard what they said. "Earth rejects us." Nova Earth! Who needs her?
We"ve our own planet here. A whole planet, Barrent! We"re free!"
Another man said, "That"s right, friend." He was small, furtive-eyed, and ingratiatingly friendly. "My name is Joe," he told them. "Actually, the name is Joao; but I prefer the archaic form with its flavor of more gracious times. Gentlemen, I couldn"t help overhearing your conversation, and I agree most heartily with our red-haired friend.
Consider the possibilities! Earth has cast us aside? Excellent! We are better off without her. We are all equal here, free men in a free society. No uniforms, no guards, no soldiers. Just repentant former criminals who want to live in peace."
"What did they get you for?" Barrent asked.
"They said I was a credit thief," Joe said. "I"m ashamed to admit that I can"t remember what a credit thief is. But perhaps it"ll come back to me."
"Maybe the authorities have some sort of memory retraining system,"
Foeren said.
"Authorities?" Joe said indignantly. "What do you mean, authorities?
This is _our_ planet. We"re all equal here. By definition, there can"t be any authorities. No, friends, we left all that nonsense behind on Earth. Here we--"
He stopped abruptly. The barracks" door had opened and a man walked in.
He was evidently an older resident of Omega since he lacked the gray prison uniform. He was fat, and dressed in garish yellow and blue clothing. On a belt around his ample waist he carried a holstered pistol and a knife. He stood just inside the doorway, his hands on his hips, glaring at the new arrivals.
"Well?" he said. "Don"t you new men recognize a Quaestor? Stand up!"
None of the men moved.
The Quaestor"s face went scarlet. "I guess I"ll have to teach you a little respect."
Even before he had taken his weapon from its holster, the new arrivals had scrambled to their feet. The Quaestor looked at them with a faintly regretful air and pushed the weapon back in its holster.
"The first thing you men better learn," the Quaestor said, "is your status on Omega. Your status is _nowhere_. You"re peons, and that means you"re _nothing_."
He waited a moment and then said, "Now pay attention, peons. You are about to be instructed in your duties."
Chapter Three
"The first thing you new men should understand," the Quaestor said, "is just exactly what you are. That"s very important. And I"ll tell you what you are. You"re _peons_. You"re the lowest of the low. You"re _statusless_. There"s nothing lower except mutants, and they aren"t really human. Any questions?"
The Quaestor waited. When there were no questions, he said, "I"ve defined what _you_ are. From that, we"ll proceed to a basic understanding of what everybody else on Omega is. First of all, _everybody_ is more important than you; but some are more important than others. Next above you in rank is the Resident, who hardly counts for more than any of you, and then there"s the Free Citizen. He wears a gray finger ring of status, and his clothes are black. He isn"t important either, but he"s much more important than you. With luck, some of you may become Free Citizens.
"Next are the Privileged Cla.s.ses, all distinguished by various recognition symbols according to rank--such as the golden earrings, for example, of the Hadji cla.s.s. Eventually you"ll learn all the marks and prerogatives of the various ranks and degrees. I might also mention the priests. Even though they"re not of Privileged rank, they"re granted certain immunities and rights. Have I made myself clear?"
Everyone in the barracks mumbled a.s.sent. The Quaestor continued, "Now we come to the subject of deportment when meeting anyone of superior rank.
As peons, you are obliged to greet a Free Citizen by his full t.i.tle, in a respectful manner. With Privileged ranks such as Hadjis you speak only when spoken to, and then you stand with eyes downcast and hands clasped in front of you. You do not leave the presence of a Privileged Citizen until permission has been granted. You do not sit in his company under any circ.u.mstances. Understood? There is much more to be learned. My office of Quaestor, for example, comes under the cla.s.sification of Free Citizen, but carries certain of the prerogatives of Privilege."
The Quaestor glared at the men to make sure they understood. "This barracks is your temporary home. I have drawn up a chart to show which men sweep, which wash, and so forth. You may question me at anytime; but foolish or impertinent questions can be punished by mutilation or death.
Just remember that you are the lowest of the low. If you bear that in mind, you might be able to stay alive."
The Quaestor stood in silence for a few moments. Then he said, "Over the next few days, you"ll all be given various a.s.signments. Some of you will go to the germanium mines, some to the fishing fleet, some will be apprenticed to various trades. In the meantime, you"re free to look around Tetrahyde."
When the men looked blank, the Quaestor explained, "Tetrahyde is the name of the city you"re in. It"s the largest city on Omega." He thought for a moment. "In fact, it"s the only city on Omega."
"What does the name Tetrahyde mean?" Joe asked.
"How should I know?" the Quaestor said, scowling. "I suppose it"s one of those old Earth names the skrenners are always coming up with. Anyhow, just watch your step when you enter it."
"Why?" Barrent asked.
The Quaestor grinned. "That, peon, is something you"ll have to find out for yourself." He turned and strode from the barracks.
When he had gone, Barrent went to the window. From it he could see a deserted square and, beyond, the streets of Tetrahyde.
"You thinking of going out there?" Joe asked.
"Certainly I am," Barrent said. "Coming with me?"
The little credit thief shook his head. "I don"t think it"s safe."
"Foeren, how about you?"
"I don"t like it either," Foeren said. "Might be better to stay around the barracks for a while."
"That"s ridiculous," Barrent said. "It"s _our_ city now. Isn"t anyone coming with me?"
Looking uncomfortable, Foeren hunched his big shoulders and shook his head. Joe shrugged and lay back on his cot. The rest of the new men didn"t even look up.
"Very well," Barrent said. "I"ll give you a full report later." He waited a moment longer in case someone changed his mind, then went out the door.
The city of Tetrahyde was a collection of buildings sprawled along a narrow peninsula which jutted into a sluggish gray sea. The peninsula"s landward side was contained by a high stone wall, pierced with gates and guarded by sentries. Its largest building was the Arena, used once a year for the Games. Near the Arena was a small cl.u.s.ter of government buildings.
Barrent walked along the narrow streets, staring around him, trying to get some idea of what his new home was like. The winding, unpaved roads and dark, weatherbeaten houses stirred an elusive tag-end of memory in him. He had seen a place like this on Earth, but he couldn"t remember anything about it. The recollection was as tantalizing as an itch; but he couldn"t locate its source.