"I got a ride part way."
"Fine."
Tony squatted down in the shade. None of the Pas children stirred. They were small, not as large as Terran children. Their sh.e.l.ls had not hardened, had not turned dark and opaque, like horn. It gave them a soft, unformed appearance, but at the same time it lightened their load.
They moved more easily than their elders; they could hop and skip around, still. But they were not skipping right now.
"What"s the matter?" Tony demanded. "What"s wrong with everybody?"
No one answered.
"Where"s the model?" he asked. "Have you fellows been working on it?"
After a moment Llyre nodded slightly.
Tony felt dull anger rise up inside him. "Say something! What"s the matter? What"re you all mad about?"
"Mad?" B"prith echoed. "We"re not mad."
Tony scratched aimlessly in the dust. He knew what it was. The war, again. The battle going on near Orion. His anger burst up wildly.
"Forget the war. Everything was fine yesterday, before the battle."
"Sure," Llyre said. "It was fine."
Tony caught the edge to his voice. "It happened a hundred years ago.
It"s not my fault."
"Sure," B"prith said.
"This is my home. Isn"t it? Haven"t I got as much right here as anybody else? I was born here."
"Sure," Llyre said, tonelessly.
Tony appealed to them helplessly. "Do you have to act this way? You didn"t act this way yesterday. I was here yesterday--all of us were here yesterday. What"s happened since yesterday?"
"The battle," B"prith said.
"What difference does _that_ make? Why does that change everything?
There"s always war. There"ve been battles all the time, as long as I can remember. What"s different about this?"
B"prith broke apart a clump of dirt with his strong claws. After a moment he tossed it away and got slowly to his feet. "Well," he said thoughtfully, "according to our audio relay, it looks as if our fleet is going to win, this time."
"Yes," Tony agreed, not understanding. "My father says we didn"t build up adequate supply bases. We"ll probably have to fall back to...." And then the impact hit him. "You mean, for the first time in a hundred years--"
"Yes," Llyre said, also getting up. The others got up, too. They moved away from Tony, toward the near-by house. "We"re winning. The Terran flank was turned, half an hour ago. Your right wing has folded completely."
Tony was stunned. "And it matters. It matters to all of you."
"Matters!" B"prith halted, suddenly blazing out in fury. "Sure it matters! For the first time--in a century. The first time in our lives we"re beating you. We have you on the run, you--" He choked out the word, almost spat it out. "You white-grubs!"
They disappeared into the house. Tony sat gazing stupidly down at the ground, his hands still moving aimlessly. He had heard the word before, seen it scrawled on walls and in the dust near the settlement.
_White-grubs._ The Pas term of derision for Terrans. Because of their softness, their whiteness. Lack of hard sh.e.l.ls. Pulpy, doughy skin. But they had never dared say it out loud, before. To an Earthman"s face.
Beside him, his EEP stirred restlessly. Its intricate radio mechanism sensed the hostile atmosphere. Automatic relays were sliding into place; circuits were opening and closing.
"It"s all right," Tony murmured, getting slowly up. "Maybe we"d better go back."
He moved unsteadily toward the ramp, completely shaken. The EEP walked calmly ahead, its metal face blank and confident, feeling nothing, saying nothing. Tony"s thoughts were a wild turmoil; he shook his head, but the crazy spinning kept up. He couldn"t make his mind slow down, lock in place.
"Wait a minute," a voice said. B"prith"s voice, from the open doorway.
Cold and withdrawn, almost unfamiliar.
"What do you want?"
B"prith came toward him, claws behind his back in the formal Pas-udeti posture, used between total strangers. "You shouldn"t have come here, today."
"I know," Tony said.
B"prith got out a bit of _tis_ stalk and began to roll it into a tube.
He pretended to concentrate on it. "Look," he said. "You said you have a right here. But you don"t."
"I--" Tony murmured.
"Do you understand why not? You said it isn"t your fault. I guess not.
But it"s not my fault, either. Maybe it"s n.o.body"s fault. I"ve known you a long time."
"Five years. Terran."
B"prith twisted the stalk up and tossed it away. "Yesterday we played together. We worked on the s.p.a.ceport. But we can"t play today. My family said to tell you not to come here any more." He hesitated, and did not look Tony in the face. "I was going to tell you, anyhow. Before they said anything."
"Oh," Tony said.
"Everything that"s happened today--the battle, our fleet"s stand. We didn"t know. We didn"t dare hope. You see? A century of running. First this system. Then the Rigel system, all the planets. Then the other Orion stars. We fought here and there--scattered fights. Those that got away joined up. We supplied the base at Orion--you people didn"t know.
But there was no hope; at least, n.o.body thought there was." He was silent a moment. "Funny," he said, "what happens when your back"s to the wall, and there isn"t any further place to go. Then you have to fight."
"If our supply bases--" Tony began thickly, but B"prith cut him off savagely.
"Your supply bases! Don"t you understand? We"re beating you! Now you"ll have to get out! All you white-grubs. Out of our system!"
Tony"s EEP moved forward ominously. B"prith saw it. He bent down, s.n.a.t.c.hed up a rock, and hurled it straight at the EEP. The rock clanged off the metal hull and bounced harmlessly away. B"prith s.n.a.t.c.hed up another rock. Llyre and the others came quickly out of the house. An adult Pas loomed up behind them. Everything was happening too fast. More rocks crashed against the EEP. One struck Tony on the arm.
"Get out!" B"prith screamed. "Don"t come back! This is our planet!" His claws s.n.a.t.c.hed at Tony. "We"ll tear you to pieces if you--"
Tony smashed him in the chest. The soft sh.e.l.l gave like rubber, and the Pas stumbled back. He wobbled and fell over, gasping and screeching.
"_Beetle_," Tony breathed hoa.r.s.ely. Suddenly he was terrified. A crowd of Pas-udeti was forming rapidly. They surged on all sides, hostile faces, dark and angry, a rising thunder of rage.
More stones showered. Some struck the EEP, others fell around Tony, near his boots. One whizzed past his face. Quickly he slid his helmet in place. He was scared. He knew his EEP"s E-signal had already gone out, but it would be minutes before a ship could come. Besides, there were other Earthmen in the city to be taken care of; there were Earthmen all over the planet. In all the cities. On all the twenty-three Betelgeuse planets. On the fourteen Rigel planets. On the other Orion planets.