Minerva. I"m sure you recognized that 25-50-25 distribution as representing the most drastic case of inbreeding, one which can happen only half the time with line breeding, only a quarter of the time with full siblings, in both cases through chromosome reduction at meiosis. A stockbreeder uses this drastic measure regularly-and culls the defectives and winds up with a healthy stabilized line. I have a nasty suspicion that such culling after inbreeding was sometimes used among royalty back on old Earth-but certainly such culling was not used often enough or drastically enough. Royalism might work quite well if kings and queens were treated like racehorses-but regrettably they never were. Instead, they were propped up like welfare clients, and princelings who should have been culled were encouraged to breed like rabbits-bleeders, feebleminded, you name it. When I was a kid, "royalty" was a bad joke based on the worst possible breeding methods.
Captain Sheffield investigated next a lower incidence of a bad gene: a.s.sume a lethal gene in the gene pool from whi h Joe and Llita"s parents were derived. Being lethal, it could exist in an adult zygote only if it was masked in gene-pair by its benign twin. a.s.sume a 5 percent masked incidence in zygotes-still too high to be realistic for a lethal gene-but check it anyhow. What trend would show?
Parent zygote generation: 100 females, 100 males, each a possible parent for Llita and for Joe-and 5 of the females and 5 of the males carry the lethal gene, masked.
Parent haploid stage: 200 ova, 5 of which carry the lethal gene; 200 spermatozoa, 5 of which carry the lethal gene.
Son-and-daughter zygote generation (possible "Joes" and possible "Llitas"): 25 dead through reinforcement of lethal gene; 1,950 carrying the lethal gene masked; 38,025 "clean" at that site.
Sheffield noted that a hypothetical hermaphrodite had crept in through not doubling his sample size in order to avoid anomaly through odd numbers. Oh, the h.e.l.l with!-it did not change the statistical outcome. No, do do it!-start with a sample of 200 males and 200 females with the same lethal-gene incidence for that site. This gave him: it!-start with a sample of 200 males and 200 females with the same lethal-gene incidence for that site. This gave him: 400 ova, 10 with the lethal gene; 400 spermatozoa, 10 with that lethal gene- -which gave in the next zygote generation (possible "Joes" and "Llitas"): 100 dead, 7,800 carriers, 152,100 "clean"-which changed no percentages but got rid of that imaginary hermaphrodite. Sheffield considered briefly the love life of an hermaphrodite, then got back to work. The numbers became very c.u.mbersome, jumping to the billions in the next zygote generation (i.e., Little Nameless, now just started in Llita"s belly)-15,210,000 culled by reinforcement, 1,216.800,000 carriers, 24,336,000,000 "clean"-and again he wished for a clinic computer and tediously converted the unhandy numbers into percentages: 0.059509 percent, 4.759 percent, 95.18 percent plus.
This showed a decided improvement: approximately 1 defect out of 1,680 (instead of 1 out of 1,600), the percentage of carriers decreased to below 5 percent and the number of "clean" increased to above 95 percent in one generation.
Sheffield worked several such problems to confirm what he had seen by inspection: A child from complementary diploids ("mirror twins") had at least as much chance of being healthy as did the offspring of unrelated strangers-plus the happy fact that such a baby"s chances were improved by culling at one or more stages by the priest-scientist who had initiated the experiment-an almost certain a.s.sumption and one that made Joe the best possible mate for his "sister" rather than the worst.
Llita could have her baby.
VII.
Valhalla to Landfall
-the best I could for them, Minerva. Every so often some idiot tries to abolish marriage. Such attempts work as well as repealing the law of gravity, making pi equal to three point zero, or moving mountains by prayer. Marriage is not something thought up by priests and inflicted on mankind; marriage is as much a part of mankind"s evolutionary equipment as his eyes, and as useful to the race as eyes are to an individual.
Surely, marriage is an economic contract to provide for children and to take care of mothers while they bear kids and bring them up-but it is much more than that. It is the means this animal, h.o.m.o sap., has evolved-quite unconsciously-for performing this indispensable function and be happy while doing so. and be happy while doing so.
Why do bees split up into queens, drones, and workers, then live as one big family? Because, for them, it works. works. How is it that fish do okay with hardly a nodding acquaintance between mama fish and papa fish? Because the blind forces of evolution made that way work for How is it that fish do okay with hardly a nodding acquaintance between mama fish and papa fish? Because the blind forces of evolution made that way work for them them. Why is it that "marriage"-by whatever name-is a universal inst.i.tution among human beings everywhere? Don"t ask a theologian, don"t ask a lawyer; this inst.i.tution existed long before it was codified by church or state. It works works, that"s all; for all its faults it works far better by the only universal test-survival-than any of the endless inventions that shallow-pates over the millennia have tried to subst.i.tute for it.
I am not speaking monogamy; I mean all all forms of marriage-monogamy, polyandry, polygyny, plural and extended marriages with various frills. "Marriage" has endless customs, rules, arrangements. But it is "marriage" if-and-only-if the arrangement both provides for children and compensates the adults. For human beings, the only acceptable compensation for the drawbacks of marriage lies in what men and women can give each other. forms of marriage-monogamy, polyandry, polygyny, plural and extended marriages with various frills. "Marriage" has endless customs, rules, arrangements. But it is "marriage" if-and-only-if the arrangement both provides for children and compensates the adults. For human beings, the only acceptable compensation for the drawbacks of marriage lies in what men and women can give each other.
I don"t mean "Eros," Minerva. s.e.x baits the trap, but s.e.x is not marriage, nor is it reason enough to stay married. Why buy a cow when milk is cheap?
Companionship, partnership, mutual rea.s.surance, someone to laugh with and grieve with, loyalty that accepts foibles, someone to touch, someone to hold your hand-these things are "marriage," and s.e.x is but the King on the cake. Oh, that icing can be wonderfully tasty-but it is not not the cake. A marriage can lose that tasty "icing"-say, through accident-and still go on and on and on, giving deep happiness to those who share it. the cake. A marriage can lose that tasty "icing"-say, through accident-and still go on and on and on, giving deep happiness to those who share it.
When I was a rutty and ignorant youngster, this used to puzzle me- (Omitted) -as solemnly ceremonious as I could swing. Man lives by symbols; I wanted them to remember this occasion. I had Llita dress in her notion of fanciest best. She looked like a bloomin" Christmas tree, but I told her she looked beautiful-which she did; brides can"t help it. Joe I dressed in some of my clothes and gave them to him. Me I dressed in a preposterous ship"s-captain uniform, one I had for use on planets where such nonsense is customary-four wide gold stripes on my cuffs, chest spangled with decorations bought in hockshops, a c.o.c.ked hat Admiral Lord Nelson would have envied, and the rest as fancy as any grand master of a lodge.
I preached "em a sermon loaded with solemn amphigory most of it lifted from the only church they knew, the established religion of Blessed-easy for me, having been a priest there myself-but I added all sorts of things, telling her what she owed him, telling him what he owed her, telling them both what they owed the child in her belly and the other children they would have-and tacked on, for both but primarily for her, a warning that marriage was not easy, not to be entered into lightly, because there would be troubles they must face together, grave troubles that would require the courage of the Cowardly Lion, the wisdom of the Scarecrow, the loving heart of the Tin Woodsman, and the indomitable gallantry of Dorothy.
That got her to weeping, so Joe started to drip tears-which was just what I wanted, so I had "em kneel and prayed over them.
Minerva, I make no apology for hypocrisy. I didn"t care whether some hypothetical G.o.d heard me or not; I wanted Llita and Joe to hear it-first in that jargon of Blessed, then in English and Galacta, then topped it off by intoning as many lines of the Aeneid as I could remember. When I got stuck I closed with a schoolboy song: Omme bene Sine poena, Tempus est ludendi; Venit hora Absque mora, Libros deponendi!13 -and ended with a resounding "So mote it be!" Had "em stand, take each other"s hands, and declared that, by the supreme authority vested in me as master of a vessel in s.p.a.ce, they were now and forever husband and wife-kiss her, Joe.
All to a muted background of Beethoven"s Ninth- That doggerel got in by accident when I had run out of "punishment lines" of Virgil and needed a few more impressive sounds. But when I thought about it later, I saw that it translated as appropriately for their honeymoon as for a school holiday. All was indeed well, now that I knew that this joining of siblings could take place sine poena sine poena-without fear of genetic punishment. And ludendi translates as "amorous play" or "Eros" as readily as "gambling" or "children"s play" or any other frolic. And I had declared a four-day ship"s holiday, no work for them, no study hours-libros deponendi-starting at once. Sheer accident, Minerva. It was simply a bit of Latin verse that came into my head-and Latin is majestic, especially when you don"t understand it.
We had a fancy supper, cooked by me, that lasted about J.F. 45th J.F. 45th ten minutes-for them. Llita could not eat, and Joe reminded me of Johnny"s wedding night and why his motherin-law fainted. So I piled a tray with tasty rations and handed it to Joe, and told "em to get lost; I didn"t want to see hide n"r hair of "em for four days- (Omitted) -on to Landfall as fast as I could pick a cargo. I could not leave them on Valhalla; Jose was not yet able to support a family, and Llita was going to be limited in what she could do, either pregnant or with a new baby. Nor would I be on hand to pick "em up if they fell down; they had had to go to Landfall. to go to Landfall.
Oh, Llita could have survived on Valhalla, because there they have the healthy att.i.tude that a pregnant woman is prettier than the other sort and that the farther along she is, the more beautiful she is-true in my opinion and especially true in Llita"s case. She had been pa.s.sable when I bought her; when we grounded at Valhalla, she was almost five months gone and radiantly beautiful. If she went dirtside unescorted, the first six men she encountered would want to marry her. If she had had one on her back as well as one in her belly, she could have married well the day we arrived; fertility was respected there and the planet wasn"t half filled up.
I didn"t think she would jilt Joe that quickly, but I did not want her head turned by too much male attention. I did not want to risk even an outside chance that Llita might leave him for some wealthy bourgeois or freeholder; I had gone to much trouble to build up Joe"s ego, but it was still fragile and such a blow could kill it. He was standing tall and proud now-but his pride was based on being a married man, with a wife, and a child on the way. Did I mention that I had given them one of my names on their marriage certificate? They were now Friherr og Fru Lang, Josef og Stjerne, for the duration of our stay on Valhalla, and I wanted them to remain Mr. and Mrs. Long for some years at least.
Minerva, I had them take lifetime vows never believing that they would keep them. Oh, ephemerals often stay married for life, but as for the rest-you don"t find feathers on frogs very often, and Llita was a naive, friendly, s.e.xy little tart whose short heels would cause her to trip and land with her legs open without planning it-I could see it coming. I did not want it to happen before I had a chance to indoctrinate Joe. Horns need not give a man a headache. But he does need time to grow up and mellow and acquire self-confidence before he can wear them with tolerance and dignity-and Llita was just the girl who could outfit him with a fine rack of antlers.
I got him a job, pearl diver and handyman in a small gourmet restaurant, with a side arrangement for pay-me"s to the chef for every Valhalla dish Joe learned to cook correctly. In the meantime I kept her aboard on the excuse that a pregnant woman could not risk the nasty weather until I could get her proper clothing-and don"t bother me now, dear; I"ve got cargo to worry about.
She took it well enough, pouting just a little. She didn"t like Valhalla anyhow; it has one-and-a-seventh gee and I had got them used to the luxury of free-fall-easy on her swelling belly, no strain on her arches or her swelling t.i.ts. Now she suddenly found herself much heavier than she had ever been, awkward, and with unhappy feet. What she could see of Valhalla from the entrance lock looked like a frozen slice of h.e.l.l; she was pleased by my offer to take them on to Landfall.
Still, Valhalla was the only new place she had ever been; she wanted to see it. I stalled while I got cargo unloaded, then took her measurements and got her one warm outfit in local style-but I played her a dirty trick; I fetched back three pairs of boots and let her take her choice. Two pairs were plain work boots; the third pair was gaudy-and half a size too small.
So when I did take her groundside, she was wearing too-tight boots, and the weather was unusually cold and bl.u.s.tery-I had watched the predictions. Torheim is pretty in spots, as skyport cities go-but I avoided those parts and took her "sightseeing" in dull neighborhoods-on foot. By the time I flagged a sleigh and took her back to the ship, she was miserable, and glad to get out of uncomfortable clothes, especially the boots, and into a hot bath.
I offered to take her into town next day but left her free to refuse. She declined politely.
(Omitted) -not quite that bad, Minerva; I simply wanted to keep her in purdah without arousing her suspicions. Actually I had bought two pairs of those gaudy boots, one pair her correct size-and switched them on her at the end of that first day, while she was soaking her poor tired feet. Later I suggested that her trouble had been that she had never worn shoes or boots in her life-so why not wear them around the ship until she got the hang of it?
So she did and was surprised at how easy it was. I explained with a straight face that her feet had swelled the first time, so take it easy, an hour today, a little more each day, until she felt comfortable in them all day long. In a week she was wearing them even if she wore nothing else; she was more comfortable in them than barefooted-not surprising as they were arch-support footwear I had picked most carefully-between pregnancy and the difference in surface gravity of the two planets-point ninety-five gee for her home planet; one point fourteen for Valhalla-she weighed about twenty kilos more than she ever had in her life; she needed needed contoured foot supports. contoured foot supports.
I had to caution her not to wear them to bed.
I took her to town a couple of times while I was selecting cargo, but I coddled her-not much walking or standing around. She came along when I invited her but was always willing to stay aboard and read.
In the meantime Joe worked long hours, only one day off in seven. So just before we left, I had him quit his job and I took my kids on a proper holiday; a sleigh hired for the day, with reindeer instead of power, sightseeing that was truly sightseeing on a clear, sunny day that was almost warm, lunch in the country at a fine restaurant with a view of snowcovered crags of Jotunheimen range, dinner at a still finer restaurant in the city, one with live music and entertainment as well as superb food-and a stop for tea at the little gourmet spot where Joe had labored so that he could be addressed as "Friherr Lang" by our host, instead of "Hey, you!"-and have a chance to show off his beautiful, bulging bride.
And beautiful she was, Minerva. On Valhalla both s.e.xes wear, under heavy outdoor clothes, indoor clothes that are essentially pajamas. The difference between those worn by women and by men lies in material, cut, and such. I had bought one party outfit for each of them. Joe looked smart and so did I, but all eyes were on Llita. She was covered from shoulders to boots-but only technically. The cloth of that harem outfit shimmered with changing lights, orange and green and gold, without obstructing the view. Anyone who cared to look could see that her nipples were crinkled with excitement-and everyone cared to look. That she clearly had only a couple of months to go gave her a large bonus vote toward being picked as "Miss Valhalla."
She looked grand and knew it, and her face showed her happiness. She was self-confident, too, as I had coached her in local table manners, and how to stand and how to sit and how to behave and such, and she had already got through lunch without a bobble.
It was all right to let her display herself and enjoy the silent, or sometimes not silent, applause; not only were we leaving right away, but also Joe and I had our knives in sight in our boot tops. True, Joe was no knife fighter. But the wolves there didn"t know that, and not one was inclined to bother our beautiful b.i.t.c.h when she was flanked by wolves of her own.
-early next morning despite a short night. We loaded all day long, with Llita handling manifests and Joe checking numbers while I made sure I wasn"t being robbed. Late that night I had us in n-s.p.a.ce, with my pilot computer sniffing out the last decimal places for the first leg to Landfall. I set the gravistat to bring us slowly down from Valhalla surfacenormal to a comfortable quarter gee-no more free-fall until Llita had her baby-then locked the control room and headed down to my cabin, stinking and tired and trying to kid myself that tomorrow was soon enough for a bath.
Their door was open-their bedroom door, the room that had been Joe"s before I turned their rooms into a suite. Door open and them in bed-they had never done that that before. before.
I soon learned why. They piled out of bed and paddled toward me; they wanted me to join their fun-they wanted to thank me . . for that party day, for buying them, for everything else. His idea? Hers? Both? I didn"t try to find out; I just thanked them and told them that I was whipped to the red, worn out, and dirty-all I wanted was soap and hot water and twelve hours of shut-eye-and for them to sleep late; we"d set up ship"s routine after we were rested.
I did let them bathe me and ma.s.sage me to sleep. That did not break discipline; I had taught them a bit about ma.s.sage, and Joe in particular had a firmly gentle touch; he had been ma.s.saging her daily during her pregnancy-even while working long hours in that restaurant.
But, Minerva, had I not been so bushed, I might have broken my rule about dependent females.
(Omitted) -every tape, every book available in Torheim for a refresher in obstetrics and gynecology, plus instruments and supplies I had not expected to need aboard ship. I kept to my cabin until I had mastered all new art and was at least as skilled in baby-cotching; as I had been as a country doctor on Ormuzd long before.
I kept a close eye on my patient, watched her diet, made her exercise, checked her gizzards daily-and permitted no undue familiarity.
Dr. Lafayette Hubert, MD, aka Captain Aaron Sheffield aka The Senior, et al., worried excessively over his one patient. But he kept her and her husband from seeing it and applied his worry constructively in planning for every obstetric emergency known to the art at that time. Hardware and supplies he had obtained on Valhalla paralleled in every major respect the equipment of Frigg Temple in Torheim, where fifty births a day were not uncommon.
He smiled to himself at the ma.s.s of junk he had taken aboard, recalling a country doctor on Ormuzd who had delivered many a baby with nothing but bare hands, while the mother sat in her husband"s lap, knees pulled high and wide by her husband so that old Doc Hubert could kneel in front of them and catch the baby.
True-but he had always had with him all the gear a husky pacing borri could tote, even though he might never open a saddlebag if everything went right. That was the point: to have the stuff at hand if things did not not go right. go right.
One item purchased in Torheim was not for emergency: the latest improved-model delivery chair-hand grips, padded support arms; leg, foot, and back supports adjustable independently in three axes of translation and rotation with controls accessible both to midwife and patient, quick-release restraints. It was a marvelously flexible piece of mechanical engineering to enable the mother to position herself-or be positioned-so that her birth ca.n.a.l was vertical and as wide open as possible at the moment of truth.
Dr. Hubert-Sheffield had it set up in his cabin, checked its many adjustments before signing for it-then looked at it and frowned. A good gadget, and he had paid its high price without a quiver. But it had no love in it; it was as impersonal as a guillotine.
A husband"s arms, a husband"s lap, were not as efficient-but there was much to be said, in his opinion, for having parents go through the ordeal together, she with her husband"s arms holding her, comforting her, while he gave both muscular and emotional support that left the midwife free to concentrate on physical aspects.
A husband who had done this had no doubt that he was a father. Even if some pa.s.sing stranger had slipped her the juice, such fact became irrelevant, swallowed up by this greater experience.
So how about it, Doc? This gadget? Or Joe"s arms? Did the kids need this second "marriage ceremony"? Could Joe take it, physically and emotionally? There was no doubt that Llita was the more rugged member of the team although Joe outma.s.sed her even when she was near term. What if Joe fainted and dropped her-at the exact wrong instant?
Sheffield worried these matters while he led auxiliary controls from the gravistat in the control room to the delivery chair. He had decided that, nuisance though it was, his cabin had to be the delivery room; it was the only compartment with enough deck s.p.a.ce, a bed at hand, and its own bath. Oh, well, he could stand the nuisance of squeezing past the pesky thing to reach his desk and wardrobe for the next fifty days-sixty at the outside, if he had Llita"s date of conception right and had judged her progress correctly. Then he could disa.s.semble it and stow it.
Perhaps he could sell it at a profit on Landfall; it was in advance of the art there, he felt sure.
He positioned the chair, bolted it to the deck, ran it up to maximum height, placed its midwife"s stool in front of it, adjusted the stool until he was comfortable in it, found he could lower the delivery chair ten or twelve centimeters and still have room to work. That done, he climbed into the delivery chair and fiddled with its adjustments-found that it could be made to fit even a person of his height-predictable; some women on Valhalla were taller than he was.
Minerva, by my figures Llita was about ten days late-which did not worry them, as I had been carefully vague about it, and worried me only a touch, as she checked out normal and healthy in all respects. I prepared them not only with instruction and drill, but also with hypnosis, and had prepared her with exercises designed to make it as easy on her as possible-I dislike postpartum repairs; that ca.n.a.l should stretch stretch, not tear.
What was really fretting me was possibility that I was going to have to break the neck of a monster. Kill a baby, I mean-I shouldn"t dodge the blunt truth. All calculations I had done one sleepless night still left this chance open-and if I had been wrong in any a.s.sumption, the chance might be higher than I like to think about.
If I had to do it, I wanted to get it over with.
I was far more worried than she was. I don"t think she worried at all; I had worked hard on that hypnotic preparation.
If I had to do this grisly thing, I was going to have to do it fast fast, while their attentions were elsewhere-then never let them see it and s.p.a.ce the pitiful remains at once. Then tackle the horrid job of trying to put them back together emotionally. As a married couple? I did not know. Maybe I would have an opinion after I saw what she was carrying.
At last her contractions were coming close together, so I had them get into the delivery chair-easy, one-quarter gravity. The chair was already adjusted, and they were used to the position, from drill. Joe climbed in, sat with his thighs stretched wide, knees over the rests, heels braced-not too comfortable as he was not angleworm-limber the way she was. Then I picked her up and sat her in his lap-no trouble, she weighed less than forty pounds at that pseudo-acceleration. Call it eighteen kilos.
She spread her legs almost in a horizontal split and scooted forward in his lap while Joe kept her from falling between his thighs. "Is that far enough, Captain?" she asked.
"Just fine," I said. The chair might have positioned her a touch better-but she would not have had Joe"s arms around her. I had never told them that there was any other way to do it. "Give her a kiss, Joe, while I get the straps."
Left knee strap around both their left knees together, same for right knees, and with her feet braced on additional supports I had added-chest and shoulder and thigh straps on him so firmly that he would stay in that chair even if the ship fell apart, but no such straps on her. Her hands on the hand grips, while his hands and arms were a living, warm, and loving safety belt, just under her t.i.ts, just over the bulge but not on it. He knew how, we had practiced. If I wanted pressure on her belly, I would tell him-otherwise leave well enough alone.
My stool was bolted to the deck, I had added a seat belt. As I strapped myself down, I reminded them that we had a rough ride coming-and this we had not been able to practice; it would have risked miscarriage. "Lock your fingers, Joe, but let her breathe. Comfortable, Llita?"
"Uh-" she said breathlessly. "I-I"m starting another one!"
"Bear down, dear!" I made sure my left foot was positioned for the gravistat control and watched her belly.
Big one! As it peaked, I switched from one-quarter gravity up to two gravities almost in one motion-and Llita let out a yip and the baby squirted like a watermelon seed right into my hands.
I dragged my foot back to allow the gravistat to put us back on low gee even as I made a nearly instantaneous inspection of the brat. A normal boy, red and wrinkled and ugly-so I slapped his tochis and he bawled.
VIII.
Landfall
(Omitted) -girl I had intended to marry had married again and had another baby. Not surprising; I had been off Landfall two standard years. Not tragic, either, as we had been married once about a hundred years earlier. Old friends. So I talked it over with her and her new husband, then married one of her granddaughters, one not descended from me. Both gals Howards, of course, and Laura, the one I married that time, being of the Foote Family.14 We were a good match, Minerva; Laura was twenty, and I was freshly rejuvenated and holding my cosmetic age at the early thirties. We had several children-nine, I think-then she got bored with me forty-odd years later, and wanted to marry my 5th/7th cousin15 Roger Sperling-which did not Roger Sperling-which did not J.F. 45th J.F. 45th grieve me as I was getting restless as a country squire. Anyhow, when a woman wants to go, let her go. I stood up for her at their wedding.
Roger was surprised to learn that my plantation was not community property. Or possibly did not think that I would hold Laura to the marriage settlement she had signed-but that wasn"t the first time I had been wealthy; I had learned. It took a tedious suit to convince him that Laura owned her wedding dower plus appreciation, not those thousands of hectares that were mine before I married her. In many ways it is simpler to be poor.
Then I shipped out again.
But this is about my kids who weren"t really mine. Before we reached Landfall, Joseph Aaron Long looked more like a cherub and less like a monkey but was still young enough to wet on anyone reckless enough to pick him up-which his grandpappy did, several times a day. I was fond of him; he was not only a merry baby but was also, to me, a most satisfying triumph.
By the time we grounded, his father had shaped up into a really good cook.
Minerva, I could have set those kids up in style; that was as profitable a triangle trip as I ever made. But you don"t cause ex-slaves to stand tall and free and proud by giving them things. What I did was to enable them to get out and scratch. Like this- I credited them with half-time apprentice wages, Blessed to Valhalla, on the a.s.sumption that their other half-time was taken up by studies. This I had Llita figure in Valhalla kroner, at Valhalla wage rates. I had her add to this Joe"s wages as kitchen help on Valhalla, minus what he had spent there. This total was credited to them as a share in cargo on the third leg, Valhalla to Landfall-which amounted to less than one-half of 1 percent of that cargo. I made Llita work this out.
To this we added ship"s-cook wages for Joe, Valhalla to Landfall, payable in Landfall bucks at Landfall wage scales-but only as wages not as a share in cargo. I had to explain to Llita why Joe"s wages for that leg could not be invested retroactively in cargo lifted at Valhalla. Once she understood it, she had a grasp of the notions of venture and risk and profit-but I did not pay her for this accounting; I was durned if I would pay purser"s wages to figure her own money when I was not only having to check everything she did but was giving her a lesson in economics as well.
I did not pay Llita for the leg to Landfall; she was a pa.s.senger, busy having a baby and then still busier learning to care for it. But I did not charge her for pa.s.sage; she deadheaded.
You see what I was doing-rigging the accounts so that I would owe them something once I sold my cargo, while making it appear that they had earned it. They hadn"t been worth any any wages; on the contrary I had spent quite a chunk on them-aside from buying them, which I never charged against them even in my head. On the other hand, I was paid in deep satisfaction-especially if they learned to stand on their own feet. But I discussed none of this; I just had Llita figure their share-my way. wages; on the contrary I had spent quite a chunk on them-aside from buying them, which I never charged against them even in my head. On the other hand, I was paid in deep satisfaction-especially if they learned to stand on their own feet. But I discussed none of this; I just had Llita figure their share-my way.
(Omitted) -came to a couple of thousand, not enough to support them very long. But I took time to find a hole-in-the-wall luncheon, on which I took option through a third party, after satisfying myself that a couple of strivers could stay afloat with it, if the price was right and they were willing to work. Then I told them that they had better start job hunting as I was putting the Libby Libby up for sale or bond-and-lease. It was root, hog, or die. They were up for sale or bond-and-lease. It was root, hog, or die. They were really really free-free to starve. free-free to starve.
Llita didn"t pout, she just looked solemn and went on nursing little J.A. Joe looked scared. But later I saw them with their heads together over a newspaper I had brought aboard; they were checking "help wanted" ads.
After much whispering Llita asked diffidently if I could baby-sit while they went job hunting?-but if I was busy, J.A. could ride her hip.
I said I wasn"t going anywhere-but had they checked "business opportunities"? Jobs for untrained people didn"t lead anywhere.
She looked startled; it was a new idea. But that hint was enough. There was more looking and whispering; then she fetched the paper to me and pointed to an ad-my own but not so marked-and asked what "five-year amortization" meant?
I sniffed at it and told her it was a way to go broke slowly, especially if she spent money on clothes-and there must be something wrong or the owner wouldn"t want to sell.