"What is wrong, my friend?" the Commander asked.
"Petra is dead."
Qati showed genuine pain on his face. "What happened?"
"The report is that she was found dead in her cell-hanged." His Petra, Bock thought in delayed shock, found strangled by her graceful neck. The image was too painful for contemplation. He"d seen that kind of death. He and Petra had executed a cla.s.s enemy that way and watched his face turn pale, then darken, and ... The image was unbearable. He could not allow himself to see Petra that way.
Qati bowed his head in sorrow. "May Allah have mercy on our beloved comrade."
Bock managed not to frown. Neither he nor Petra had ever believed in G.o.d, but Qati had meant well by his prayer, even though it was nothing more than a waste of breath. At the very least it was an expression of sympathy and goodwill-and friendship. Bock needed that right now, and so he ignored the irrelevancy and took a deep breath.
"It is a bad day for our cause, Ismael."
"Worse than you think, this cursed treaty-"
"I know," Bock said. "I know."
"What do you think?" One thing Qati could depend on was Bock"s honesty. Gunther was objective about everything.
The German took a cigarette from the Commander"s desk and lit it from the table lighter. He didn"t sit, but rather paced the room. He had to move about to prove to himself that he was still alive as he commanded his mind to consider the question objectively.
"One must see this as merely one part of a larger plan. When the Russians betrayed world socialism, they set in motion a series of events aimed at solidifying control over most of the world on the part of the capitalist cla.s.ses. I used to think that the Soviets merely advanced this as a matter of clever strategy, to get economic a.s.sistance for themselves-you must understand that the Russians are a backward people, Ismael. They couldn"t even make communism work. Of course, communism was invented by a German," he added with an ironic grimace (that Marx had been a Jew was something he diplomatically left out). Bock paused for a moment, then went on with a coldly a.n.a.lytical voice. He was grateful for the chance to close the door briefly on his emotions and speak like the revolutionary of old.
"I was wrong. It was not a question of tactics at all. It is a complete betrayal. Progressive elements within the Soviet Union have been outmaneuvered even more thoroughly than in the DDR. Their rapprochement with America is quite genuine. They are trading ideological purity for temporary prosperity, yes, but there is no plan on their part to return to the socialist fold.
"America, for its part, is charging a price for the help they offer. America forced the Soviets to deny support for Iraq, to lessen support for you and your Arab brothers, and finally to accede to their plan to secure Israel once and for all. Clearly the Israel Lobby in America has been planning this trick for some time. What makes it different is Soviet acquiescence. What we now face is not merely America, but conspiracy on a global scale. We have no friends, Ismael. We have only ourselves."
"Do you say we are defeated?"
"No!" Bock"s eyes blazed for a moment. "If we stop now-they have advantage enough already, my friend. Give them one more and they will use the current state of affairs to hunt all of us down. Your relationship with the Russians is as bad as it has ever been. It will get worse still. Next, the Russians will begin cooperation with the Americans and Zionists."
"Who would have ever thought that the Americans and Russians would-"
"No one. No one except those who brought it about, the American ruling elite and their bought dogs, Narmonov and his lackeys. They were exceedingly clever, my friend. We ought to have seen it coming, but we did not. You didn"t see it coming here. I never saw it coming in Europe. The failure was ours."
Qati told himself that the truth was precisely what he needed to hear, but his stomach told him something else entirely.
"What ideas do you have for remedying the situation?" the Commander asked.
"We are faced with an alliance of two very unlikely friends and their hangers-on. One must find a way to destroy the alliance. In historical terms, when an alliance is broken the former allies are even more suspicious of each other than they were before the alliance was formed. How to do that?" Bock shrugged. "I don"t know. That will require time.... The opportunities are there. Should be there," he corrected himself. "There is much potential for discord. There are many people who feel as we do, many still in Germany who feel as I do."
"But you say it must begin between America and Russia?" Qati asked, interested as always by his friend"s meanderings.
"That is where it must lead. If there were a way to make it start there, so much the better, but that would seem unlikely."
"Perhaps not as unlikely as you imagine, Gunther," Qati said to himself, scarcely aware that he"d spoken aloud.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing. We will discuss this later. I am tired, my friend."
"Forgive me for troubling you, Ismael."
"We will avenge Petra, my friend. They will pay for their crimes!" Qati promised him.
"Thank you." Bock left. Two minutes later he was back in his room. The radio was still on, now playing traditional music. It came back to him then, the weight of the moment. He did not manage tears, however. All Bock felt was rage. Petra"s death was a wrenching personal tragedy, but his whole world world of ideas had been betrayed. The death of his wife was just one more symptom of a deeper and more virulent disease. The whole world would pay for Petra"s murder if he could manage it. All in the name of revolutionary justice, of course. of ideas had been betrayed. The death of his wife was just one more symptom of a deeper and more virulent disease. The whole world would pay for Petra"s murder if he could manage it. All in the name of revolutionary justice, of course.
Sleep came hard for Qati. Surprisingly, part of the problem was guilt. He too had his memories of Petra Ha.s.sler and her supple body-she hadn"t been married to Gunther then-and the thought of her dead, found at the end of a German rope. ... How had she died? Suicide, the news report had said? Qati believed it. They were brittle, these Europeans. Clever but brittle. They knew the pa.s.sion of the struggle, but they did not know of endurance. Their advantage lay in their broader view. That came from their more cosmopolitan environment and their generally superior education. Whereas Qati and his people tended to be overly focused on their immediate problem, their European comrades could see the broader issues more clearly. The moment of perceptive clarity came as something of a surprise. Qati and his people had always regarded the Europeans as comrades but not as equals, as dilettantes in the business of revolution. That was a mistake. They had always faced a more rigorous revolutionary task because they lacked the ready-made sea of discontent from which Qati and his colleagues drew their recruits. That they had been less successful in their goals was due to objective circ.u.mstances, not a reflection on their intelligence or dedication.
Bock could have made a superb operations officer because he saw things clearly.
And now? Qati asked himself. That was a question, but one that would require time for contemplation. It was not a question for a hasty answer. He"d sleep on that one for several days ... more like a week, the Commander promised himself as he tried to find sleep. Qati asked himself. That was a question, but one that would require time for contemplation. It was not a question for a hasty answer. He"d sleep on that one for several days ... more like a week, the Commander promised himself as he tried to find sleep.
"... I have the great privilege and high honor of introducing the President of the United States."
The a.s.sembled members of Congress stood as one person from their crowded seats in the House chamber. Arrayed in the front row were the members of the cabinet, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the Justices of the Supreme Court, who also rose. In the balconies were others, among them the Saudi and Israeli amba.s.sadors sitting side-by-side for the first time in memory. The TV cameras panned the great room in which both history and infamy had been made. The applause echoed from wall to wall until hands grew red from it.
President Fowler rested his notes on the lectern. He turned to shake the hand of the Speaker of the House, the President Pro Tempore of the Senate, and his own Vice President, Roger Durling. In the euphoria of the moment no one would comment that Durling came last. Next he turned to smile and wave at the a.s.sembled mult.i.tude, and the noise increased yet again. Every gesture in Fowler"s repertoire came into play. The one-hand wave, the two-hand wave, hands at shoulder level, and hands over the head. The response was truly bipartisan, and that was remarkable, Fowler noted. His most vociferous enemies in the House and Senate were a.s.siduous in their enthusiasm, and he knew it to be genuine. There still was true patriotism in the Congress, much to the surprise of everyone. Finally, he waved for silence and the applause grudgingly subsided.
"My fellow Americans, I come to this house to report on recent events in Europe and the Middle East, and to lay before the United States Senate a pair of treaty doc.u.ments which, I hope, will meet with your speedy and enthusiastic approval." More applause. "With these treaties the United States, operating in close cooperation with many other nations-some trusted old friends, and some valuable new ones-has helped to bring about peace in a region that has helped to give peace to the world, but which has known all too little peace itself.
"One can search all of human history. One can trace the evolution of the human spirit. All of human progress, all the shining lights that have lit our way up from barbarism, all the great and good men and women who have prayed and dreamed and hoped and worked for this moment-this moment, this opportunity, this culmination, is the last page in the history of human conflict. We have reached not a starting point, but a stopping stopping point. We-" More applause interrupted the President. He was very slightly annoyed, having not planned for this interruption. Fowler smiled broadly, waving for silence. point. We-" More applause interrupted the President. He was very slightly annoyed, having not planned for this interruption. Fowler smiled broadly, waving for silence.
"We have reached a stopping point. I have the honor to report to you that America has led the way on the road to justice and peace." Applause. "It is fitting that this should be so..."
"A little thick, isn"t it?" Cathy Ryan asked.
"A little." Jack grunted in his chair and reached for his wine. "It"s just how things go, babe. There are rules for this sort of thing just as there are for opera. You have to follow the formula. Besides, it is a major-h.e.l.l, a colossal development. Peace is breaking out again."
"When are you leaving?" Cathy asked.
"Soon," Jack replied.
"Of course there is a price we must pay for this, but history demands responsibility from those who forge it," Fowler said on the TV. "It is our task to guarantee the peace. We must send American men and women to protect the State of Israel. We are sworn to defend that small and courageous country against all enemies."
"What enemies are they?" Cathy asked.
"Syria isn"t happy with the treaty as yet. Neither is Iran. As far as Lebanon goes, well, there isn"t any Lebanon in any real sense of the word. It"s just a place on the map where people die. Libya and all those terrorist groups. There are still enemies to be concerned about." Ryan finished off the gla.s.s and walked into the kitchen to refill it. It was a shame to waste good wine like this, Jack told himself. The way he was guzzling it, he might as well drink anything....
"There will be a monetary cost as well," Fowler was saying as Ryan came back.
"Taxes are going up again," Cathy observed crossly.
"Well, what did you expect?" Fifty million of it is my fault, of course. A billion here, and a billion there ... Fifty million of it is my fault, of course. A billion here, and a billion there ...
"Will this really make a difference?" she asked.
"It should. We"ll find out if all those religious leaders believe in what they say or if they"re just bulls.h.i.t artists. What we"ve done is to hoist them on their own petards, babe.... Make that "principles," " Jack said after a moment. "Either they work things out in accordance with their beliefs or they reveal themselves as charlatans."
"And ... ?"
"I don"t think they"re charlatans. I think they"ll be faithful to what they"ve always said. They have to be."
"And soon you won"t have any real work to do, will you?"
Jack caught the hopeful note in her voice. "I don"t know about that. that. " "
After the end of the President"s speech came the commentary. Speaking in opposition was Rabbi Solomon Mendelev, an elderly New Yorker who was one of Israel"s most fervent-some would say rabid-supporters. Oddly, he"d never actually traveled to Israel. Jack didn"t know why that was true and made a mental note to find out why tomorrow. Mendelev led a small but effective segment of the Israeli lobby. He"d been nearly alone in voicing approval-well, understanding-of the shootings on Temple Mount. The rabbi had a beard, and wore a black yarmulke over what looked like a well-rumpled suit.
"This is a betrayal of the State of Israel," he said after receiving the first question. Surprisingly, he spoke with calm reason. "In forcing Israel to return what was rightfully hers, the United States has betrayed the Jewish people"s historic right to the land of their fathers, and also gravely compromised the physical security of the country. Israeli citizens will be forced from their homes at gunpoint, just as happened fifty years ago," he concluded ominously.
"Now wait a minute!" another commentator responded heatedly.
"G.o.d, these people are pa.s.sionate," Jack noted.
"I lost family members in the Holocaust," Mendelev said, his voice still reasonable. "The whole point of the State of Israel is to give Jews a place where they can be safe."
"But the President is sending American troops-"
"We sent American troops to Vietnam," Rabbi Mendelev pointed out. "And we made promises, and there was a treaty involved there also. Israel"s only possible security is within defensible borders behind her own troops. What America has done is to bully that country into accepting an agreement. Fowler cut off defense supplies to Israel as a means of "sending a message." Well, the message was sent and received: either give in or be cut off. That is what happened. I can prove it, and I will testify before the Senate Foreign Relations Committee to prove it."
"Uh-oh," Jack observed quietly.
"Scott Adler, Deputy Secretary of State, personally delivered that message while John Ryan, the Deputy Director of the CIA, made his own pitch to Saudi Arabia. Ryan promised the Saudi King that America would bring Israel to heel. That"s bad enough, but for Adler, a Jew, to do what he did...." Mendelev shook his head.
"This guy"s got some good sources."
"Is what he says true, Jack?" Cathy asked.
"Not exactly, but what we were doing over there was supposed to be secret. It wasn"t supposed to be widely known that I was out of the country."
"I knew you were gone-"
"But not where to. It won"t matter. He can make a little noise, but it won"t matter."
The demonstrations began the next day. They"d bet everything on this. It was the last desperate throw. The two leaders were Russian Jews who"d only recently been allowed to leave a country that manifestly had little love for them. On arrival in their only true home, they"d been allowed to settle on the West Bank, that part of Palestine that had been taken from Jordan by force of arms in the Six Day War of 1967. Their prefabricated apartments-tiny by American standards but incomprehensibly luxurious by Russian ones-stood on one of the hundreds of rocky slopes that defined the region. It was new and strange to them, but it was home, and home is something people fight to defend. The son of Anatoliy-he"d renamed himself Nathan-was already a regular officer in the Israeli Army. The same was true of David"s daughter. Their arrival into Israel so short a time before had seemed to all of them like salvation itself-and now they were being told to leave their homes? Again? Their lives had borne enough recent shocks. This was one too many.
The whole block of apartments was similarly occupied by Russian immigrants, and it was easy for Anatoliy and David to form a local kollektiv kollektiv and get things properly organized. They found themselves an Orthodox rabbi-the only thing they didn"t have in their small community-to provide religious guidance and began their march toward the Knesset behind a sea of flags and a holy Torah. Even in so small a country this took time, but the march was of such a nature as to attract the inevitable media coverage. By the time the sweating and weary marchers arrived at their destination, all the world knew of their trek and its purpose. and get things properly organized. They found themselves an Orthodox rabbi-the only thing they didn"t have in their small community-to provide religious guidance and began their march toward the Knesset behind a sea of flags and a holy Torah. Even in so small a country this took time, but the march was of such a nature as to attract the inevitable media coverage. By the time the sweating and weary marchers arrived at their destination, all the world knew of their trek and its purpose.
The Israeli Knesset is not the most sedate of the world"s parliamentary bodies. The body of men and women ranges from the ultra-right to the ultra-left, with precious little room for a moderate middle. Voices are often raised, fists are often shaken or pounded on whatever surface presents itself, all beneath the black-and-white photo of Theodor Herzl, an Austrian whose ideal of Zionism in the mid-19th century was the guiding vision for what he hoped would be a safe homeland for his abused and mistreated people. The pa.s.sion of the parliamentarians is such as to make many an observer wonder how it is possible, in a country where nearly everyone is a member of the Army Reserves and consequently has an automatic weapon in his (or her) closet, that some Knesset members have failed to be blasted to quivering fragments at their seats in the course of a spirited debate. What Theodor Herzl would have thought of the goings-on is anyone"s guess. It was Israel"s curse that the debates were too lively, the government too severely polarized both on political and religious grounds. Almost every religious subsect had its own special area of land and consequently its own parliamentary representation. It was a formula calculated to make France"s often-fragmented a.s.sembly look well organized, and it had for a generation denied Israel a stable government with a coherent national policy.
The demonstrators, joined by many others, arrived an hour before debate was to begin on the question of the treaties. It was already possible-likely-that the government would fall, and the newly arrived citizens sent representatives to every member of the Knesset they could locate. Members who agreed with them came outside and gave fiery speeches denouncing the treaties.
"I don"t like this," Liz Elliot observed, watching the TV in her office. The political furor in Israel was much stronger than she had expected, and Elliot had called Ryan in for an a.s.sessment of the situation.
"Well," the DDCI agreed, "it is the one thing we couldn"t control, isn"t it?"
"You"re a big help, Ryan." On Elliot"s desk was the polling data. Israel"s most respected public-opinion firm had conducted a survey of five thousand people and found the numbers were 38 percent in favor of the treaty, 41 percent opposed, and 21 percent undecided. The numbers roughly matched the political makeup of the Knesset, whose right-wing elements slightly outnumbered the left, and whose precarious center was always fragmented into small groupings, all of which waited for a good offer from one side or the other that would magnify their political importance.
"Scott Adler went over this weeks ago. We knew going in that the Israeli government was shaky. For Christ"s sake, when in the last twenty years has it not not been shaky?" been shaky?"
"But if the Prime Minister cannot deliver ..."
"Then it"s back to Plan B. You wanted to put pressure on their government, didn"t you? You"ll get your wish." This was the one thing that hadn"t been fully considered, Ryan thought, but the truth of the matter was that full consideration would not have helped. The Israeli government had been a model of anarchy in action for a generation. The treaty work had gone ahead on the a.s.sumption that once transformed into a fait accompli, fait accompli, the treaty would have to be ratified by the Knesset. Ryan had not been asked for an opinion on that, though he still thought it a fair a.s.sessment. the treaty would have to be ratified by the Knesset. Ryan had not been asked for an opinion on that, though he still thought it a fair a.s.sessment.
"The political officer at the emba.s.sy says that the balance of power may be the little party controlled by our friend Mendelev," Elliot noted, trying to be calm.
"Maybe so," Jack allowed.
"It"s absurd!" Elliot snarled. "That little old fart hasn"t even been there-"
"Some sort of religious thing. I checked. He doesn"t want to go back until the Messiah arrives."
"Jesus!" the National Security Advisor exclaimed.
"Exactly. You got it." Ryan laughed and got a nasty look. "Look, Liz, the man has his personal religious beliefs. We may think they"re a little off, but the Const.i.tution demands that we both tolerate and respect respect them. That"s the way we do things in this country, remember?" them. That"s the way we do things in this country, remember?"
Elliot waved her fist at the TV set. "But this crazy rabbi is s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g things up! Isn"t there anything anything we can do about it?" we can do about it?"
"Like what?" Jack asked quietly. There was more to her demeanor than panic.
"I don"t know-something...." Elliot allowed her voice to trail off, leaving an opening for her visitor.
Ryan leaned forward and waited until he had her full attention. "The historical precedent you"re looking for, Dr. Elliot, is, "Will no one rid me of this troublesome priest?" Now, if you"re trying to tell me something, let"s get it clear and in the open, shall we? Are you proposing that we interfere with the parliament of a friendly democratic country, or that we do something illegal within the borders of the United States of America?" A pause while her eyes focused a little more tightly. "Neither one of those things will happen, Dr. Elliot. We let them make up their own minds. If you even think of telling me to interfere with Israel"s democratic processes, the President gets my resignation just as fast as I can drive down here to deliver it. If you"re wishing out loud for us to hurt that little old guy in New York, remember that such wishes fall under at least two conspiracy statutes. My duty as an ordinary citizen, much less an official of the government of my country, is to report suspected violations of the law to the appropriate law-enforcement agencies." The look Ryan got after his p.r.o.nouncement was venomous.
"d.a.m.n you! I never said-"
"You just fell into the most dangerous trap in government service, ma"am. You started to think that your wishes to make the world a better place supersede the principles under which our government is supposed to operate. I can"t stop you from having such thoughts, but I can tell you that my agency will not be a party to it, not as long as I"m there." It sounded too much like a lecture, but Ryan felt that she needed it. She was entertaining the most dangerous of thoughts.
"I never said that!"
Bulls.h.i.t. "Fine, you never said or thought that. I was mistaken. You have my apology. Let the Israelis decide to ratify the treaties or not. They have a democratic government. It is their right to decide. We have the right to nudge them in the right direction, to tell them that our continued level of aid is contingent upon their agreeing to it, but not to interfere directly with their governmental processes. There are some lines you may not cross, even if "you" happen to be the U.S. government." "Fine, you never said or thought that. I was mistaken. You have my apology. Let the Israelis decide to ratify the treaties or not. They have a democratic government. It is their right to decide. We have the right to nudge them in the right direction, to tell them that our continued level of aid is contingent upon their agreeing to it, but not to interfere directly with their governmental processes. There are some lines you may not cross, even if "you" happen to be the U.S. government."
The National Security Advisor managed a smile. "Thank you for your views on the matter of proper government policy, Dr. Ryan. That will be all."
"Thank you, Dr. Elliot. My a.s.sessment, by the way, is that we should let things be. The treaty will be approved despite what you see here."