Colonization_ Down To Earth Part 19

Ttomalss was happily busy. Not only did he have endless work to do on his stint in the Reich Reich (a stint that had only seemed endless), but his long experiment with Ka.s.squit had entered a new and fascinating phase. "Now that you have made the acquaintance of these Tosevites through electronic messages and by telephone, would you be interested in meeting them in person?" he asked. (a stint that had only seemed endless), but his long experiment with Ka.s.squit had entered a new and fascinating phase. "Now that you have made the acquaintance of these Tosevites through electronic messages and by telephone, would you be interested in meeting them in person?" he asked.

"No, superior sir," Ka.s.squit answered at once, "or at least not yet."

His Tosevite hatchling perched awkwardly on the chair across the desk from his own. Not only was it the wrong shape for her posterior, but it was also too small. Ttomalss remembered when she could hardly even climb up into it-he remembered when she'd hardly been able to do anything but suck up nutrient fluid, make horrid excretions, and yowl. He had to remind himself she wasn't like that any more. She was, these days, startlingly far from foolish.

Still, she needed guiding. "I have reviewed the recording of your conversation with these two Big Uglies," he said-this recording had been made with her knowledge and consent. "For their kind, they do indeed seem remarkably sophisticated about the Race. This makes sense, since the senior male named Yeager is one of their experts on us. If you are ever to meet Tosevites not under our rule, they seem good candidates."

"I understand that, superior sir," Ka.s.squit said, "but I am not yet ready to endure such a meeting. Even talking with them by telephone was most disturbing: more than I expected it to be."

"Why?" Ttomalss asked. He was recording this conversation, too.

"Why, superior sir?" Yes, Ka.s.squit was ever more her own person these days; she gave the counter question a fine sardonic edge. "It was disturbing to talk to beings who look like me. It was also disturbing to talk to beings who think nothing like me. To have both sets of circ.u.mstances combined was more than doubly disturbing, I a.s.sure you."

"I see," Ttomalss said. And, after a little intellectual effort, he did. "I suppose hatchlings of the Race raised by the Big Uglies, if there were such unfortunates, would be disturbed by their first meeting with true males and females of their own species."

"Yes, I suppose they would," Ka.s.squit agreed. "If there were any such, I would be interested in talking with them, if we had some language in common. It would be intriguing to learn whether their experiences paralleled mine here."

Now Ttomalss looked at her with alarm and dismay. She didn't usually speak of herself as being apart from the Race, even though she was. Contact with the wild Big Uglies truly had disturbed her. He did his best to rea.s.sure her: "This is a circ.u.mstance unlikely to arise. The Tosevites lack the patience needed to carry out such a long-term project."

After he'd spoken, he wondered if he was right. The Big Uglies might be impatient, but they owned boundless curiosity. If they could somehow get their hands on eggs... But, unlike Tosevites, he didn't show his thoughts on his face. Ka.s.squit could have no notion of what went through his mind.

Her own thoughts were taking a different trajectory. "It would not happen for some years, at any rate. They could not have even attempted to raise hatchlings until the colonization fleet arrived."

"As I say, there is no evidence, none, that they have attempted to do such a thing," Ttomalss replied. "Now, shall we withdraw from hypotheticals and return to what can in fact be established?"

"As you wish, superior sir." Unlike an independent Big Ugly, Ka.s.squit had learned proper subordination.

Ttomalss asked her, "Under what circ.u.mstances might you eventually agree to a direct meeting with these Big Uglies?"

"I need further conversations with them," Ka.s.squit answered. "Only then will I be able to decide if I want to take that step."

"Not unreasonable," Ttomalss admitted. Now that he thought on it, he was not altogether sure he wanted to risk her, either. She had never been exposed to or immunized against Tosevite diseases. There were many of those, and the Race was not well equipped to combat them. Losing Ka.s.squit would be a devastating setback. "I think I may need further conversations with our physicians before permitting the meeting, too. I must plan with all possible forethought."

"Certainly," Ka.s.squit said. "What other course to take?"

Ttomalss did not reply, not to a question obviously rhetorical. Had he been a Big Ugly, though, his features would have twisted themselves into the expression that showed amiability. You are not altogether a Tosevite, You are not altogether a Tosevite, he thought. he thought. My teaching-the Race teaching-has made you far less headstrong than you would be otherwise. What has succeeded with you can succeed with your whole species. My teaching-the Race teaching-has made you far less headstrong than you would be otherwise. What has succeeded with you can succeed with your whole species.

Ka.s.squit said, "May I go now, superior sir?"

"Yes, of course," Ttomalss answered. "I thank you for your efforts in this matter. You must now determine whether you are willing to attempt a physical meeting with these Big Uglies, and I must determine how dangerous to your health such a meeting might be."

After Ka.s.squit had left his compartment, the senior researcher permitted himself a long sigh of relief. He was very glad Ka.s.squit had declined his offer to get her a wild male Tosevite with whom she could relieve the tensions of her continuous s.e.xual drive. He had not considered the possible medical consequences of such a meeting before he made the offer. Had she accepted, he would have felt duty-bound to carry it out. Had she fallen ill on account of anything so trivial as s.e.xuality, he would never have forgiven himself.

He went through the recording of her conversation with the Big Uglies again. The younger Tosevite named Yeager particularly fascinated him. As far as appearance went, he might almost have hatched from the same egg as Ka.s.squit. But his accent and his limited understanding made it plain he was only a wild Tosevite.

Ttomalss knew there were Big Uglies who imitated the Race every way they could. That encouraged him. As far as he was concerned, it marked a step toward a.s.similation. He had seen no such Tosevites in the Reich. Reich. The leaders there, having evidently come to the same conclusion, had banned body paint and shaved heads in the territory they held. Considering what pa.s.sed for justice in that territory, Ttomalss found it unsurprising that few Tosevites there dared flout the law. The leaders there, having evidently come to the same conclusion, had banned body paint and shaved heads in the territory they held. Considering what pa.s.sed for justice in that territory, Ttomalss found it unsurprising that few Tosevites there dared flout the law.

Though the younger Big Ugly was more interesting to look at, Ttomalss slowly realized the older one was much more interesting to hear. Like Jonathan Yeager, Sam Yeager spoke the language of the Race with a curious accent and with odd turns of phrase. But, listening to him, Ttomalss found that he did-or at least could-think like a male of the Race. The senior researcher wondered if he understood Big Uglies anywhere near as well as the older Yeager understood the Race. He was honest enough to admit that he didn't know. He himself was capable-he didn't denigrate his own abilities-but the Tosevite seemed inspired.

How, he wondered, could a Big Ugly have prepared himself to become an expert on another intelligent species when his kind hadn't known there were any other intelligent species to meet? If he ever conversed with the elder Yeager, he would have to ask that question.

He was contemplating other questions when the telephone hissed. He'd been forming a clever thought. It disappeared. That made him hiss, in annoyance. Resignedly, he said, "Senior Researcher Ttomalss speaking-I greet you."

"And I greet you-you who have escaped from the Reich," Reich," said Felless, whose image overlay the now muted views of Ka.s.squit and the two Big Uglies named Yeager. "You have no idea how lucky you are." said Felless, whose image overlay the now muted views of Ka.s.squit and the two Big Uglies named Yeager. "You have no idea how lucky you are."

"You are mistaken, superior female," Ttomalss answered with an emphatic cough. "I know exactly how lucky I am. Spirits of Emperors past grant that you soon find yourself able to make a similar escape."

Felless cast down her eyes. In a miserable voice, she said, "It shall not not be done." She sighed. "You transgressed against the Deutsche and were ordered out of the be done." She sighed. "You transgressed against the Deutsche and were ordered out of the Reich, Reich, while I transgressed against our own kind and was ordered to stay in this accursed place. Where is the justice in that?" while I transgressed against our own kind and was ordered to stay in this accursed place. Where is the justice in that?"

"Transgressed against our-?" Ttomalss began, but his confusion quickly faded. "They caught you with your tongue in the ginger jar, did they?"

"You might say so," Felless said bitterly. "Veffani and most of a team of senior officials from Cairo mated with me when I was summoned to a meeting in the amba.s.sador's office just after I had tasted."

Now there was a scandal to keep the emba.s.sy buzzing for a long time! Ttomalss had to work to keep from laughing in Felless' face. That would be cruel-tempting, but cruel-after she'd disgraced herself. "I do not understand why you were ordered to stay there," he said.

"As punishment," she snapped. "I was hoping you would have a sympathetic hearing diaphragm, but I see that is too much to ask for."

"I am lucky enough not to have acquired the ginger habit," he said. "And it is a less urgent matter with me, since I am a male."

"Unfair," Felless exclaimed. "I did not ask to release pheromones after tasting. I wish I would not. I also wish I were not going to lay another clutch of eggs. But wishes are pointless, are they not?"

Ttomalss remembered the extravagant wishes he'd made while Liu Han held him in captivity. "No, not always," he said. "They can help keep hope alive, and hope matters most when things look worst."

"Hope?" Felless said. "My only hope is to get away from this dreadful place, and that is what I cannot do." She paused. "No, I take that back. My other hope is to be able to get more ginger before my present supply runs out. That, at least, I expect I will be able to accomplish." Her image disappeared from the screen.

Ttomalss stared for a little while at the soundless pictures of the two wild Big Uglies and of Ka.s.squit. With a sigh, he ended the playback of that recording, too; he couldn't concentrate on it. Poor Felless! For all her expertise, she hadn't adapted well to Tosev 3. She'd expected it to be far more like Home than it really was.

If she'd stayed aboard a starship or gone to one of the new towns on the island continent or on the main continental ma.s.s, she might have done well enough. But her field of specialization involved dealing with the alien natives of Tosev 3... who had proved far more alien than the Race could possibly have imagined before setting out from Home.

Well, I know all about that, Ttomalss thought. He knew it in more intimate detail than he'd ever imagined, thanks to his captivity in China and thanks to his raising Ka.s.squit. One way or another, everyone in the conquest fleet had learned the lessons with which the males and females of the colonization fleet were still grappling. Ttomalss thought. He knew it in more intimate detail than he'd ever imagined, thanks to his captivity in China and thanks to his raising Ka.s.squit. One way or another, everyone in the conquest fleet had learned the lessons with which the males and females of the colonization fleet were still grappling.

The colonists didn't want to adapt. There were so many of them, they didn't have to adapt to the same degree as had the males of the conquest fleet. They have it easy, They have it easy, Ttomalss thought. Ttomalss thought. We did the real work, and they do not appreciate it. We did the real work, and they do not appreciate it. He wondered if the older generation of the Big Uglies ever had such thoughts about their dealings with the Race, and if the younger ones were as ungrateful as the males and females of the colonization fleet. He doubted it. He wondered if the older generation of the Big Uglies ever had such thoughts about their dealings with the Race, and if the younger ones were as ungrateful as the males and females of the colonization fleet. He doubted it.

Atvar studied a map of the regions of Tosev 3 the Race ruled. Some parts of it were a tranquil yellow-green, others angry red, still others in between. He turned to Pshing, his adjutant. "Fascinating how little correlation there is between this map and the one reflecting active rebellion," he observed.

"Truth, Exalted Fleetlord," Pshing agreed. "The subregions of the main continental ma.s.s known as China and India accept veneration of the spirits of Emperors past almost without complaint, as do large stretches of the region known as Africa. Yet China and India still seethe with political strife, while Africa is largely tranquil. Intriguing."

"So it is." Atvar pointed to another section of the map. "Yet the southern part of the lesser continental ma.s.s is afire with resentment against us because of this measure, and that had also been one of the areas where our administration was least difficult and annoying. It is a puzzlement."

"We do not yet understand everything we should about the Big Uglies," Pshing said. "A world, I have discovered since our arrival here, is a very large place to get to know in detail."

"That is indeed a truth." The fleetlord's emphatic cough told how much of a truth he thought it was. He followed the cough with a sigh. "And, of course, there is this central region of the main continental ma.s.s, where rebellion and resistance to veneration of the spirits of Emperors past skitter side by side."

Pshing also sighed. "Such a pity, too, because this region really is among the most Homelike on the whole planet. I have actually come to enjoy Cairo's climate. It could easily be that of a temperate region back on Home. Now if only the Tosevites were temperate."

"Expect temperance from a Big Ugly and you are doomed to disappointment," Atvar said. His mouth came open and he waggled his lower jaw from side to side in a wry laugh. "Expect anything from a Big Ugly and you are doomed to disappointment. What have we had on Tosev 3 but one surprise after another?"

"Nothing," his adjutant replied. "We can only hope we have also succeeded in giving the Tosevites a few surprises." He turned one eye turret back toward the map. "I truly do wonder what accounts for the differences in response to our edict."

"Part of it, I suppose, springs from the differences in local superst.i.tion," Atvar said, "but the role these differences play still baffles me. The followers of the Jewish superst.i.tion, for instance, have always been well disposed to us, but they are among those who most strongly resist venerating spirits of Emperors past. They bombard me with pet.i.tions and memorials. Even Moishe Russie does nothing but complain about it."

"I know, Exalted Fleetlord," Pshing said. "I have shielded you from several of his calls, too."

"Have you? Well, I thank you," Atvar said. "So many of the Big Uglies are so pa.s.sionately convinced of their own correctness, they are willing to die, sometimes eager to die, to maintain it. This is one of the things that makes them such a delight to govern, as you must be aware."

As if to underscore his words, the Tosevite howling that was the call to prayer of the Muslim superst.i.tion floated through the open windows of his office-except during the worst of the rioting, when he needed the armor gla.s.s as protection against a.s.sa.s.sins, he saw no point to closing those windows against the fine mild air of Cairo. Here and there, spatters of gunfire accompanied the howling. No, the locals were not reconciled to paying a tax for the privilege of keeping their foolish beliefs.

"With rational beings, lowering the tax, as we did, would also have lowered the resentment," he grumbled. "With Big Uglies..."

Before he could go on fulminating, the telephone started making a racket. At Atvar's gesture, Pshing answered it. No sooner had the caller's image appeared on the screen than the adjutant a.s.sumed the posture of respect, saying, "I greet you, Exalted Fleetlord."

"And I greet you, Pshing," Reffet said, "but I need to speak with your princ.i.p.al at once-at once, do you hear me?"

"One moment, please," Pshing replied, and muted the sound. Still down in the posture of respect, he asked Atvar, "What is your pleasure, Exalted Fleetlord?"

Speaking with his opposite number from the colonization fleet was not exactly Atvar's pleasure, but it was sometimes necessary. Maybe this would be one of those times. He strode up to the telephone, touched the sound control, and said, "I greet you, Reffet. How now?"

"How now indeed?" Reffet returned. "How many more males and females from the colonization fleet will face a.s.sault and perhaps a.s.sa.s.sination because of your efforts to tax Tosevite superst.i.tions?"

No, Atvar did not care for the fleetlord from the colonization fleet, not even a little bit. With a certain sardonic relish, he replied, "You have complained because we did not, in your view, do enough to bring Tosev 3 into the Empire. Now that we are taking a step to do exactly that, you are complaining again. You cannot have it on both forks of the tongue at once."

"Answer my question and spare me the rhetoric, if you would be so kind," Reffet said. "We are suffering. Can you not perceive that?"

Unimpressed, Atvar answered, "My own males, the males of the conquest fleet, are suffering more, I remind you. They are the ones who actually have to enforce the new edict, and who face the dangers inherent in doing so. Colonists, if they are prudent, should not be at great risk. They do need to remember that Big Uglies, even in areas we rule, are not fully acclimated to us."

"Are, in other words, wild beasts," Reffet said, sarcastic in his own right. "Or would be wild beasts, did they not have the cleverness of intelligent beings. And either you do not know what you are talking about in respect to relative danger or you have not heard of the latest Tosevite outrage, word of which just reached me."

Atvar knew a sinking feeling in the middle of his gut. He'd known that feeling too many times on Tosev 3; he kept hoping not to have it again, and kept being disappointed. "I have not heard the latest," he admitted. "You had better tell me."

"Tell you I shall," Reffet said. "One of the new towns in this region of the main continental ma.s.s, the one near the attacked desalination plants"-an image on the screen showed the area known as the Arabian Peninsula-"has just suffered a devastating attack. A Tosevite drove a large truck loaded with explosives into the center of the place and touched them off, killing himself and an undetermined but large number of males and females. Physical damage is also extensive."

"By the Emperor!" Atvar said, and cast down his eyes. "No, I had not yet heard. The only thing I will say in aid of this is that it is cursedly difficult to thwart an individual willing to pay with his own life to accomplish some goal. This is not the least of the problems we face in attempting to consolidate our control on this world, for the Big Uglies are far more willing to resort to such behavior than any other species we know."

"They are, no doubt, especially willing to resort to it when you incite them," Reffet said. As he spoke, words crawled across the bottom of the screen, informing Atvar of the bombing incident all over again. Atvar read them with one eye while looking at Reffet with the other.

A detail caught the attention of the fleetlord of the conquest fleet. "How did this Big Ugly manage to drive his vehicle into the center of the new town without being searched?"

"The inhabitants must have a.s.sumed he was there to deliver something or perform a service," Reffet answered. "One does not commonly believe a Big Ugly in a truck is come on a mission of murder."

"In that part of Tosev 3, with the present stresses, why not?" Atvar asked. "The males of the conquest fleet cannot do everything for you, Reffet. A checkpoint outside the town might have saved the colonists much sorrow."

"Colonists are not soldiers," Reffet said.

"Colonists can certainly be police," Atvar answered, "and we have already begun to discuss the need for colonists to become soldiers. The males of the conquest fleet cannot carry the whole burden forever. Before all that long, we shall grow old and die. If the Race has no soldiers left after that, who will keep the Big Uglies from eating us up?"

"If we have a permanent Soldiers' Time on this world, how can we be a proper part of the Empire?" Reffet returned. "The meaning of the Empire is that we have soldiers only in emergencies and for conquests."

"When is it not an emergency on Tosev 3?" Atvar asked, a question for which Reffet could have no good answer. "Before the Empire unified Home, it always had soldiers, for it always needed them. That seems to be true on this world as well. You may regret it-I certainly regret it. But can you deny it?"

"Colonists will scream if you seek to make some of them into soldiers," the fleetlord of the colonization fleet said. "Can you deny that?"

"How loud are they screaming because of those killed or wounded in the new town?" Atvar asked.

Reffet sighed. "This is not the world they were told to antic.i.p.ate when they went into cold sleep back on Home. Many of them are still having difficulty adjusting to that. I understand, for I am still having difficulty adjusting to it myself."

"Really? I never would have noticed," Atvar said. It sounded like praise. Reffet knew it wasn't. He glared at Atvar. The fleet-lord of the conquest fleet went on, "Colonists can deal with Tosev 3 as they imagined it to be, or they can deal with it as it is. I know which of those courses is likely to produce more satisfactory results. I wish more colonists would come to the same conclusion, rather than screaming because things are not as they would prefer."

"That is unfair," Reffet said. "We have labored long and hard to establish ourselves on this planet since our arrival here. You do not give us enough credit for it."

"And you do not give us enough credit for all the labor-yes, and all the dying, too-we of the conquest fleet did so you would have a world you could colonize, even in part," Atvar replied. "All we get is blame. Who back on Home would have thought the Big Uglies would have either trucks or explosives to load aboard them? And yet you colonists shout abuse at us for botching the war. You still cannot see how lucky we were to come away with a draw."

"My males and females are not meant to be soldiers," Reffet said stubbornly.

"Are they then meant to be victims?" Atvar inquired. "That seems to be the only other choice. I grieve that this terrorist a.s.sault against them succeeded. They will have to play a part if they want to keep others from succeeding."

"You ask too much," Reffet said.

"You give too little," Atvar retorted. In perfect mutual loathing, they both broke the connection at the same time.

As Straha's driver pulled to a halt in front of the house Ristin and Ullha.s.s shared, the Big Ugly said, "Well, Shiplord, it seems as though you will have your chance to talk to Sam Yeager here instead of having to go all the way to Gardena."

"Why do you say that?" Straha peered through the windows in the front part of the house. He did not see Yeager or any other Tosevite.

The driver barked laughter. "Because that is his automobile there, parked just in front of us."

"Oh." Straha felt foolish. He had never noticed what sort of motorcar Yeager drove. All he had noticed about American motorcars was that they came in far more varieties than seemed necessary. He undid his safety belt and opened the door. "Will you come in and join us? Ullha.s.s asked that you be included in the invitation, if you so desired."

"I thank you, but no," the Big Ugly answered. "For one thing, I do not much care for crowds, whether of the Race or of Tosevites. And, for another, I can do a better job of protecting you from out here than from in there. I am a.s.suming you will be in less danger from guests than from uninvited strangers."

"I believe that is a valid a.s.sumption, yes," Straha said. "If it is not, I have more and more diverse difficulties than I would have thought. I shall return in due course. I hope you will not be bored waiting for me."

"It is my duty," the driver said. "Enjoy yourself, Shiplord."

Straha slammed the car door shut and headed for the house. He intended to do just that. Ullha.s.s and Ristin always had good alcohol and plenty of ginger. They also had interesting guests, no matter what the driver thought. Because they were only small-scale traitors, the Race had long since forgiven them. Males and females from the land under the Race's control could visit here without opprobrium, where they would have caused a scandal by coming to see Straha.

At the doorway, Ullha.s.s folded himself into the posture of respect. "I greet you, Shiplord," he said, as deferential as if Straha still commanded the 206th Emperor Yower. 206th Emperor Yower. "I am always pleased when you honor my home by your presence." "I am always pleased when you honor my home by your presence."