Colonization_ Aftershocks Part 38

"As usual, you ask the wrong question," Atvar answered. "The right question is, how could I have waited so long? With the fighting against the Deutsche, with the near conflict against the Americans, it becomes ever more plain that we are going to have to have the ability to fight for generations to come. Would you sooner rely on Tosevite hirelings to resist the independent not-empires?"

"Well, no," Reffet said, "but-"

"If the answer is no, but me no buts," Atvar said. "You have delayed and resisted every time I proposed this course. We have no more time for delay and resistance. We need colonists able to defend themselves. That being so, I have begun taking the steps necessary to insure that we have them."

"Do you have any idea how this will disrupt the economy of the Race on Tosev 3?" Reffet demanded. "Fighting is not profitable. Fighting is the opposite of profitable."

"Survival is profitable," Atvar answered. "As for the economy, no, I do not know how badly this will disrupt it. Losing a war with the Big Uglies would disrupt it worse. I do know that. And I know that we can get from our subject Tosevites much of what the members of the Race who become soldiers would have produced."

"We already get from our subject Tosevites and from the wild Big Uglies too much of what we should be making for ourselves," Reffet said. "This has also been destabilizing and demoralizing. We did not antic.i.p.ate industrial compet.i.tion, you know."

"In that case, the members of the Race who should be producing but are not will now have the chance to give a different kind of service." Atvar forced good cheer into his voice: "You see? Benefits on every side."

"I see a male who has exceeded his authority," Reffet snarled.

"You see a male doing what needs doing," Atvar replied. "I realize this may be a spectacle new to you. Nevertheless, I shall go forward. I aim to preserve the Race on Tosev 3 no matter how much you want to return the whole planet to the Big Uglies." As he'd hoped, that made Reffet break the connection. With silence in the office, Atvar got back to work.

.14.

Gorppet turned an eye turret toward Hozzanet. "Excuse me, superior sir, but exactly how much of the Greater German Reich Reich does the Race in fact control?" does the Race in fact control?"

"Ah." Hozzanet waggled an eye turret of his own: ironic approval. "You are beginning to understand, I see. How much of the Reich Reich do do you you think we control?" think we control?"

"As much as we can see," Gorppet answered at once. "Not the thickness of a scale more. Wherever our eyes or our reconnaissance photographs do not reach, I am convinced the Deutsche do as they please. And what they please is anything that can harm us."

"I should bring more infantrymales into Security," Hozzanet remarked. "You have no trouble seeing that which appears invisible to many whose body paint is a great deal more complex than yours."

"Why am I not surprised?" Gorppet said. "Males of high rank never get out to see for themselves. They rely on reports from others, and the reports commonly tell them everything is fine. And everything usually is is fine... where we are known to be looking. Elsewhere-I will not answer for elsewhere." fine... where we are known to be looking. Elsewhere-I will not answer for elsewhere."

"I think you are wise not to," Hozzanet replied. "Here is another question for you: what is the only thing that keeps the Deutsche from rising against us?"

"The certainty that we will smash them flat if they try," Gorppet said. "Smash them flatter, I mean. I almost wish they would would rebel, to give us the excuse to do it." rebel, to give us the excuse to do it."

"In this, you are not alone," Hozzanet said. "In fact, for your hearing diaphragms only, I will say that there has been some discussion of touching off a Deutsch rebellion, to give us an excuse to punish these Big Uglies again and take fuller control over the area."

"But for one difficulty, I would like to see us do that," Gorppet said.

"I know what you are going to say," Hozzanet told him. "You are going to say something like, 'Where will we get the males to garrison the Reich?' Reich?' Am I right, or am I wrong? Was that what you were going to say, or not?" Am I right, or am I wrong? Was that what you were going to say, or not?"

"As a matter of fact, it was, superior sir," Gorppet admitted. "We have enough trouble finding the males to garrison this not-empire now. Where would we come up with more, no matter how much we need them?"

To his surprise, Hozzanet said, "I may have an answer for you. I am given to understand that we may actually start training members of the colonization fleet to fight. That would give us the extra soldiers we need."

"So it would," Gorppet agreed. "I will, however, believe it when I see it, and not a moment before. We should have done it as soon as the colonization fleet got here. When we did not do it then, my guess was that we never would, that the colonists had done such a good job of fussing and complaining that they would never have to start earning their own keep."

"You are are a cynical fellow." Hozzanet spoke with considerable admiration. "Here again, I admit you have had some reason to be. But I think you are wrong this time. After all, however much we wish we would, we are not going to stay around forever. Sooner or later, the colonists will have to protect themselves against the Big Uglies. If they do not, who will do it for them?" a cynical fellow." Hozzanet spoke with considerable admiration. "Here again, I admit you have had some reason to be. But I think you are wrong this time. After all, however much we wish we would, we are not going to stay around forever. Sooner or later, the colonists will have to protect themselves against the Big Uglies. If they do not, who will do it for them?"

"They have not worried about that so far," Gorppet said. "Why should they worry now?" Something else occurred to him; he started to laugh. "I wish I were an underofficer training them. I would enjoy that, I think."

"Yes, plenty of males will be looking for the chance to show the colonists just how ignorant they are of the way things work on Tosev 3," Hozzanet agreed. "We shall have no shortage of volunteers for that duty."

Gorppet made the affirmative gesture. Then another new thought struck him. "Do they intend to teach males and females to be soldiers, or just males? Before, it would have mattered only during mating season. With ginger, though, it matters all the time. Has anyone bothered to think about that?"

"I do not know," Hozzanet said. "It would not surprise me if our leaders did their best to forget about the herb."

"They would be fools if they did," Gorppet said. "Of course, that may not stop them. But I am far from sure that military discipline and mating behavior can stand side by side. Someone ought to point that out to them."

"Truth," Hozzanet said. "Go ahead."

"Me?" Now Gorppet made the negative gesture. "No one would pay any attention to me. I am lucky to be an officer at all."

"Your skill made you an officer. Luck had nothing to do with it," Hozzanet said. "Draft a memorandum. I will endorse it and pa.s.s it up the line."

"It shall be done, superior sir." Gorppet could say nothing else. What he thought was, Look what your big mouth got you into this time. Look what your big mouth got you into this time. After a moment, he did add, "Some members of the Race are likely to say that this makes us like the Big Uglies, who also usually exclude their females from combat." After a moment, he did add, "Some members of the Race are likely to say that this makes us like the Big Uglies, who also usually exclude their females from combat."

"Some members of the Race are fools," Hozzanet replied. "You will, I suspect, have observed this for yourself. The Big Uglies are s.e.xually dimorphic to a greater degree than we are, and have practiced mechanized warfare only a short time. Up till recently, raw strength was necessary for their combat, so it is no wonder their females were commonly excluded. That is not an issue for us, but control of our s.e.xuality is. Can you imagine what the Deutsche would have done to us after spraying ginger over a battlefield with both males and females on it?"

"I can, but I would rather not." Gorppet shuddered at the thought. "Very well, superior sir. I will emphasize that point when I write."

He didn't enjoy drafting the memorandum. He hadn't had to do such things very often as an infantrymale and then an underofficer. The risks of combat were familiar: pain, mutilation, death. The risks here were subtler, but real nevertheless: embarra.s.sment, mockery, humiliation. He was no writer, and was painfully aware of his own deficiencies. He feared everyone else who saw the memorandum would be painfully aware of them, too.

With some-more than some-trepidation, he showed Hozzanet the doc.u.ment once he'd finished it. The other officer read through the piece without a word. Gorppet was sure he'd produced nothing but a broken egg. At last, when Hozzanet turned one eye turret away from the monitor and toward him, he managed to ask, "Well, superior sir?" He sounded miserable. Fair enough-he felt miserable.

"I shall do what I said," Hozzanet answered. "I shall endorse it and send it on to our superiors in the hope that it will do some good. I think it is very effective-very clear, very straightforward. You make a good case. You certainly have convinced me. Some of the officers set above us, of course, have trouble seeing past the ends of their own snouts. Maybe they will ignore this. But maybe, on the other fork of the tongue, it will help them see farther. We can but hope, eh?"

"Yes, superior sir." Now Gorppet sounded dazed. Delight coursed through him, almost as if he'd had a taste of ginger. "Clear? Straightforward? My work? I thank you, superior sir!"

"You are welcome," Hozzanet said. "You are very welcome indeed. You did the work. I am merely approving its quality, which should be-and, I think, will be-obvious to everyone."

"I thank you," Gorppet repeated, more dazed still. This was better than ginger, for the pleasure lingered. It didn't steal away to be replaced by gloom at least as strong.

"As I said, you have earned the praise," Hozzanet told him. "I would not be surprised if I were calling you 'superior sir' one of these days."

That, as far as Gorppet could see, was a preposterous extravagance. He didn't say so; contradicting Hozzanet would have been rude. But he didn't take the notion seriously, either. His longtime service below officer's rank had convinced him that surviving was more important than advancing, anyhow.

Work went on while he waited for his superiors to respond to the memorandum. Longtime service below officer's rank had convinced him that they would take their own sweet time about it, too. One afternoon, he let out a surprised hiss. Hozzanet swung an eye turret his way and asked, "Something interesting?"

"Yes, superior sir," Gorppet answered. "Remember that Tosevite male named Drucker, who was going down to Neu Strelitz to search for his mate and hatchlings?"

Hozzanet made the affirmative gesture. "I am not likely to forget him. That trip cost us a good male and a motorcar. Cursed Deutsch bandits. Why? What about him now?"

"He has been positively identified in Neu Strelitz," Gorppet said. "Up till now, the a.s.sumption was that he too perished in the attack, even if his body was not found."

"a.s.sumptions are commonly worth their weight in ginger," Hozzanet said, which made Gorppet laugh. The other male went on, "Do you suppose he might tell you the truth about what happened if you went down to Neu Strelitz and asked him?"

"Superior sir, I do not know," Gorppet answered. "Some of that, I suppose, will depend on what did did happen and how close his ties to the bandits are. Even if he owes me certain debts, Big Uglies reckon kinship more important and friendship less so than we do." happen and how close his ties to the bandits are. Even if he owes me certain debts, Big Uglies reckon kinship more important and friendship less so than we do."

"I understand that," Hozzanet said. "I ought to, on this miserable ball of mud. Go on. Do your best."

"It shall be done," Gorppet said-again, what other choice had he?

When he got to Neu Strelitz, he found it to be another small city that had taken considerable damage during the fighting. The Deutsche were doing their best to put things to rights again. They were energetic and hardworking, almost alarmingly so.

"There!" said the informant whose tip had got back to him-a yellow-haired Tosevite female who went by the name of Friedli. She spoke the language of the Race badly but understandably. "See you him, walking there?"

"Yes." Gorppet found one question to ask before going after Drucker: "Why do you give him away to us?"

"He my mate threatened and betrayed," she answered. "Now get him!"

Kinship, not friendship, Gorppet thought. He skittered down the street after Johannes Drucker. When he caught up, he said, "I greet you." Gorppet thought. He skittered down the street after Johannes Drucker. When he caught up, he said, "I greet you."

The Deutsch male stopped and stared down at him. "Gorppet?" he said, and Gorppet used the affirmative gesture. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to ask you the same question," Gorppet said. "How did you escape the ambush that killed Chinnoss? Have you found your mate and your hatchlings?"

Drucker hesitated before answering. In that moment of hesitation, Gorppet became convinced he wouldn't learn anything. And he was right. The Big Ugly replied, "I am sorry, but I really cannot tell you what happened that day. I was knocked unconscious when the motorcar rolled over, so I know nothing."

"I do not believe you," Gorppet said bluntly.

"I am sorry," Drucker repeated. "I was lucky not to be killed."

"That was not luck," Gorppet said. "You were not killed because you are not a male of the Race."

Johannes Drucker shrugged. "I must go. Will you excuse me?"

"Suppose I arrest you instead?" Gorppet demanded, his temper kindling.

"You may try." The Big Ugly shrugged again. "I doubt you will succeed, not here in a town without a garrison."

He was, unfortunately, almost sure to be correct. Gorppet sent him a reproachful stare, not that any Tosevite was likely to recognize it as such. He said, "I thought we were friends, you and I."

Drucker surprised him by using the Race's negative hand gesture. "You and I are not enemies. That is a truth. But your folk and mine are not friends, and that is also a truth. Now I must say farewell." He walked on down the street.

Gorppet could have gone after him. Gorppet could have raised his weapon and started shooting. Instead, with a sigh, he returned to his vehicle. No, keeping the Deutsche suppressed wouldn't be easy, or anything close to it. As if I hadn't known as much already, As if I hadn't known as much already, he thought bitterly. he thought bitterly.

Sam Yeager wondered why he'd been summoned to Little Rock. He hadn't wanted to come to the capital. His wife and son hadn't wanted him to go, either; sticking your head in the lion's mouth sticking your head in the lion's mouth was the phrase Barbara had used. But he remained an officer of the U.S. Army. Unless he wanted to resign his commission, he had to follow orders. And he didn't want to resign it; he'd worked too hard to get where he was. Resigning would have been like admitting that everything he'd been through was something he'd somehow deserved. He was d.a.m.ned if he'd do that. was the phrase Barbara had used. But he remained an officer of the U.S. Army. Unless he wanted to resign his commission, he had to follow orders. And he didn't want to resign it; he'd worked too hard to get where he was. Resigning would have been like admitting that everything he'd been through was something he'd somehow deserved. He was d.a.m.ned if he'd do that.

Don't rub. He'd learned that code in the bush leagues. He'd learned that code in the bush leagues. Don't let the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds know they hurt you. Don't let the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds know they hurt you. A pitcher who'd just stuck a fastball in your ribs might suspect you weren't too happy about it. But not rubbing was all about not letting the other guys know what you were feeling, or that you were feeling anything. A pitcher who'd just stuck a fastball in your ribs might suspect you weren't too happy about it. But not rubbing was all about not letting the other guys know what you were feeling, or that you were feeling anything.

And so, outwardly calm, he sat in a waiting room in the Gray House, reading a Newsweek Newsweek and pretending everything was just routine. After a while, a flunky came up to him and said, "The president will see you now, Lieutenant Colonel." and pretending everything was just routine. After a while, a flunky came up to him and said, "The president will see you now, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Okay." Yeager put down the magazine and got to his feet. The Gray House dignitary led him into the president's office. Seeing Harold Sta.s.sen behind the big desk there was a jolt. Yeager didn't want to show that, either. He stiffened to attention and saluted. "Reporting as ordered, sir."

"Sit down, Lieutenant Colonel," President Sta.s.sen said. His voice didn't carry nearly the weight of authority Earl Warren's had. But Warren was gone, dead and buried. The king is dead; long live the king. The king is dead; long live the king. Sta.s.sen asked, "Would you care for coffee, or anything else?" Sta.s.sen asked, "Would you care for coffee, or anything else?"

"No, thank you, sir," Sam answered.

"All right." The president looked down at what were probably notes. "I understand you and your family are responsible for raising a couple of Lizard hatchlings as though they were human beings."

"That's right, Mr. President." Hope blossomed in Yeager. Maybe Sta.s.sen had called him here to talk about Mickey and Donald. They were important, no doubt about it. If he were here on account of that, maybe Warren hadn't said anything to anybody about his role in bringing down a presidency and wiping a city off the face of the earth. Maybe I'm the only one who knows the whole story, Maybe I'm the only one who knows the whole story, Sam thought. Sam thought. Christ, I hope I am. Christ, I hope I am.

President Sta.s.sen said, "And how are the hatchlings now?"

"They're fine, sir," Sam said. "They're toddlers right now, you know: growing like weeds and learning something new every day. They talk a lot more than regular Lizard hatchlings the same age would."

Sta.s.sen shuffled papers-notes, sure enough. "I understand the Lizards have a long head start on us in this sort of research."

"That's true, but there's nothing we could do about it," Yeager said. "They got a hatchling-uh, a human baby-right after the first round of fighting ended. We couldn't even think of trying the same sort of experiment till the colonization fleet brought females of the Race here."

"Of course." The president nodded. "Now, you've met the girl the Lizards are raising as one of their own." He waited for Sam to nod, too, then asked, "What do you think of her?"

"Sir, Ka.s.squit's... pretty screwy, I'm afraid," Yeager answered. "I don't know how else to put it. Considering the way she was brought up, I don't suppose that's any big surprise. It's probably G.o.d's own miracle that she's not even crazier than she is."

"Does that mean..." Sta.s.sen glanced down again. "Does that mean Mickey and Donald are liable to end up disturbed, too?"

"From the point of view of the Race, do you mean, sir?" Sam sighed. "I'm afraid it does. I don't know what to do about that. I don't think there's anything to be done about it. I feel bad sometimes, but it's important for us to know just how much like people they can become." He sighed again. "Ttomalss, the Lizard who's raised Ka.s.squit, probably feels the same way in reverse."

"I see." Sta.s.sen scribbled something on a scratch pad. "To turn to another matter, how seriously do you view the spread of plants and animals from the Lizards' home planet here on Earth?"

Did Sta.s.sen know Yeager had been seized while investigating that very thing? If he did, he didn't show it. Sam decided to a.s.sume he didn't, and answered, "It's going to be a problem, yes, Mr. President. It may not be too big a problem here in the States, because I didn't think too many creatures from Home will be able to stand the winters in most of the country. But in the tropics, especially the deserts, I'd bet there'll be wholesale replacements. The Lizards are going to try to make Earth over to suit themselves. We'd probably do the same thing if the shoe were on the other foot."

"I wouldn't be surprised." Sta.s.sen wrote himself another note. "Your opinion closely matches the views of other experts I've consulted."

"I'm glad to hear it, sir." Sam breathed a little easier. This was just business. With any luck at all, he'd be able to get back home and go on raising the Lizard hatchlings-and, rather more than incidentally, getting ready for Jonathan's wedding. He shifted in his chair, getting ready to stand up. "Is there anything else?"

"Just one thing more, Lieutenant Colonel." The president switched gears: "How do you feel about your part in everything that's happened over the past few months?"

Yeager grunted, but did his best to pull his face straight. Don't rub. Don't rub. "Sir, I did what I thought I had to do," he said. "I don't know what else to tell you." "Sir, I did what I thought I had to do," he said. "I don't know what else to tell you."

"And you have no trouble living with the loss of Indianapolis?" Sta.s.sen asked.

"No trouble?" Sam shook his head. "I wouldn't say that, Mr. President. I wouldn't say that at all. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about it. But the scales balance, as far as I'm concerned. Do you think President Warren lost any sleep over the Lizards in the colonization fleet?"

"I honestly don't know," Sta.s.sen said. "Until the recent tragic events, I had no idea he'd had anything to do with them." His chuckle was mirthless. "As you may know, the vice president mostly has about as much use as the vermiform appendix."

"If you don't mind my saying so, sir, you should have known what he'd done," Yeager said. "The way things are these days, a vice president needs to be able to hit the ground running if he finds out he's president all of a sudden. And that's happened a couple of times lately-well, Cordell Hull wasn't vice president when he took over, but you know what I mean."