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Humans would have had a hard time thinking so dispa.s.sionately. Anielewicz stared after the officer, who got back into his vehicle. As it clattered off, Mordechai looked east after it, and then into the Reich Reich once more. He shivered. He'd suddenly got a brand-new reason to worry about the Germans. once more. He shivered. He'd suddenly got a brand-new reason to worry about the Germans.

Gorppet bent into the posture of respect. "After so many years as a simple infantrymale, superior sir, I never expected to be promoted to officer's rank."

"You have earned it," answered the officer sitting across the table from him. "By capturing Khomeini, you have earned not only the promotion, not only the stated reward, but almost anything else you desire."

"For which I thank you, superior sir." Gorppet knew he'd have a harder time collecting on the promise than the officer did making it. But he was going to try, anyhow. "I have served in this region of the main continental ma.s.s since what is called the end of the fighting, and I fought in the SSSR before that."

"I know your record," the officer-the other officer, Gorppet thought-said. "It does you credit."



"And I thank you once more, superior sir." As far as Gorppet was concerned, his record showed he remained alive and intact only by a miracle. "Having served in such hazardous posts, what I would like most of all is a transfer to an area where the conditions are less intense."

"I understand why you say this, but could I not persuade you to ask for a different boon?" the officer said. I knew it I knew it, Gorppet thought. The other male went on, "Your experience makes you extremely valuable here. Without it, in fact, you would hardly have been able to recognize and capture the wily Khomeini."

"No doubt that is a truth, superior sir, but I am beginning to feel I have used up about all the luck I ever had," Gorppet answered. "You asked what I wanted. I told you. Are you telling me I may not have it?"

The officer sighed and waggled his eye turrets in a way that suggested Gorppet was asking for more than he had any right to expect. The newly promoted trooper held his ground. The officer sighed again. He had not expected Gorppet to request a transfer or to insist on getting it. Gorppet didn't care what the officer had expected. He knew what he wanted. If he had a chance for it, he would grab with both hands.

With one more sigh, the officer turned his swiveling chair half away from Gorppet to use the computer. Gorppet turned his eye turrets toward the screen, but he was too far away and at too bad an angle to be able to read anything on it. And the officer did not speak to the machine, but used the keyboard. Gorppet's suspicions rose. If the other male told him no posts elsewhere were available, he would raise as big a fuss as he could. He wished he'd been wise enough to record this conversation. He might well need the evidence to support his claims of promises denied.

But, at last, the officer turned back to him. "There is a position available in the extreme south of the main continental ma.s.s," the male said unwillingly.

"I will take it, superior sir," Gorppet said at once. "Get my acceptance into the computer, if you would be so kind."

"Very well." No, the officer did not sound happy. "How much do you know about this place called South Africa?" he asked as he clicked keys.

"Nothing whatsoever," Gorppet answered cheerfully. "But I am sure it cannot possibly be worse than Basra and Baghdad."

"The climate is worse," the officer warned. "As far as climate goes, this is one of the best parts of Tosev 3."

"No doubt you are right, superior sir," Gorppet said-openly disagreeing with a superior did not do... and the other male was was right. This area of Tosev 3 did have good weather. Still, Gorppet continued, "As far as the Big Uglies go, though, this is one of the worst parts of the planet. I have had more than enough of them." right. This area of Tosev 3 did have good weather. Still, Gorppet continued, "As far as the Big Uglies go, though, this is one of the worst parts of the planet. I have had more than enough of them."

"I doubt you will find the Big Uglies in South Africa much of an improvement," the officer said. "The ones with light skins hate and resent us for making the ones with dark skins, who outnumber them, their equals. The ones with the dark skins hate and resent us because we do not let them ma.s.sacre the ones with the light skins."

"I am willing to take my chances with them, dark and light," Gorppet said. "As long as they are not so fanatical as to kill themselves so they can harm us, they are an improvement on the Tosevites hereabouts." He pushed things a little: "I very much look forward to receiving my transfer orders."

With a snorted hiss full of angry resignation, the officer turned back to the computer, although he kept one eye turret on Gorppet, as if afraid Gorppet would steal something if he gave the machine all his attention. After a little while, a sheet of paper came out of the printer by the computer. The officer thrust it at Gorppet. "There is a flight from Baghdad to Cairo tomorrow. You will be on it. There is a flight from Cairo to Cape Town the day after. You will be on it, too."

Gorppet read the travel doc.u.ment to make sure it said what the officer told him it did. He'd stopped taking officers' words on trust shortly after he started fighting in the SSSR. That was one of the reasons the spirits of Emperors past hadn't yet greeted his spirit. These orders, however, read as they were supposed to.

"I thank you for your help, superior sir," he said, though the officer had done everything he could to thwart him. "I will be on that flight tomorrow."

"See that you are," the other male said distantly, as if he were doing his best to forget Gorppet had ever stood before him. "I dismiss you."

Gorppet went back to the barracks and packed his belongings. That wasn't a hard job; everything he owned-except for his new and much improved credit balance-he could sling on his back. Just for a moment, he wondered if that was a fitting reward for having gone through so much danger. He shrugged. That wasn't the sort of question a soldier's training made him fit to answer.

He said his goodbyes to his squad. He would miss some of them, though not all: if he ever thought of Betvoss again, it would be with annoyance.

He was at the airfield long before his aircraft would leave. Nothing must go wrong, Nothing must go wrong, he thought, and nothing did. The flight took off on time, had little turbulence, and landed in Cairo on time. He got ground transport to a transient barracks to wait for his next flight. The Big Uglies on the streets of this city might have come from Baghdad. A couple of them, concealed by the crowd, threw stones at the vehicle in which Gorppet was riding. he thought, and nothing did. The flight took off on time, had little turbulence, and landed in Cairo on time. He got ground transport to a transient barracks to wait for his next flight. The Big Uglies on the streets of this city might have come from Baghdad. A couple of them, concealed by the crowd, threw stones at the vehicle in which Gorppet was riding.

"Does that happen very often?" he asked the driver.

"Only on days when the sun comes up in the morning," the other male a.s.sured him. They both laughed, and spent the rest of the journey through the crowded streets swapping war stories.

More Big Uglies threw rocks at the vehicle that took Gorppet back to the Cairo airfield the next day. "You ought to teach them manners with your machine gun," he told the male at the wheel of this machine.

"Orders are to hold our fire unless they start using firearms against us," the driver answered with a resigned shrug. "If we started shooting at them for rocks, we would have riots every day."

"Or else they might learn they are not supposed to do things like that," Gorppet said. The driver shrugged again, and did not reply. Gorppet outranked him-now Gorppet outranked him-but he had to do as local authority told him to do. Gorppet outranked him-but he had to do as local authority told him to do.

No one fired at the vehicle. Gorppet carried his gear into the aircraft that would take him to this place called South Africa. He wondered what it would be like. Different from Baghdad Different from Baghdad was what he wanted. The officer back there had told him the Big Uglies in the new place were different. That was good, as far as he was concerned. The officer had also told him the weather was different. That wasn't so good, but couldn't be helped. After a winter in the SSSR, Gorppet doubted anything less would unduly faze him. was what he wanted. The officer back there had told him the Big Uglies in the new place were different. That was good, as far as he was concerned. The officer had also told him the weather was different. That wasn't so good, but couldn't be helped. After a winter in the SSSR, Gorppet doubted anything less would unduly faze him.

Peering out the window, he saw the aircraft pa.s.s over terrain desolate even by the standards of Home. Afterwards, though, endless lush green vegetation replaced the desert. Gorppet stared down at it in revolted fascination. It seemed almost malignant in the aggressiveness of its growth. Only a few scattered river valleys and seasides back on Home even came close to such fertility.

So much unrelieved green proved depressing. Gorppet fell asleep for a while. When he woke again, the jungle was behind him, replaced by savanna country that gave way in turn to desert once more. Then, to his surprise, more fertile country replaced the wasteland. The aircraft descended, landed, and came to a stop.

"Welcome to South Africa," the pilot said over the intercom to Gorppet and to the males and females who'd traveled with him. "You had better get out. Nothing but sea after this, sea and the frozen continent around the South Pole."

Gorppet shouldered his sack and went down the ramp black-skinned Big Uglies had wheeled over to the aircraft. He'd seen few of that race up till now. They looked different from the lighter Tosevites, but were no less ugly. When they spoke, he discovered he couldn't understand anything they said. He sighed. Knowing what the Big Uglies back in Basra and Baghdad were talking about had helped keep him alive a couple of times. He would have to see how many languages the local Tosevites spoke and how hard they were to learn.

Sack still shouldered, he trudged toward the airfield terminal. The weather was was on the chilly side; the officer back in Baghdad hadn't lied about that. But Gorppet didn't see any frozen water on the ground, and even the broad, flat mountain to the east of the airfield and the nearby city was free of the nasty stuff. on the chilly side; the officer back in Baghdad hadn't lied about that. But Gorppet didn't see any frozen water on the ground, and even the broad, flat mountain to the east of the airfield and the nearby city was free of the nasty stuff. It will not be too bad, It will not be too bad, he told himself, and hoped he was right. he told himself, and hoped he was right.

In the terminal, as he'd expected, was a rea.s.signment station. A female clerk turned one eye turret toward him. "How may I help you, Small-unit Group Leader?" she asked, reading his very new, very fresh body paint.

After giving his name and pay number, Gorppet continued, "Reporting as ordered. I need quarters and a duty a.s.signment."

"Let me see whether your name has gone all the way through the system," the female said. She spoke to the computer and examined the screen. After a moment, she made the affirmative hand gesture. "Yes, we have you. You are a.s.signed to Cape Town, as a matter of fact."

"And where in this subregion is Cape Town?" Gorppet asked.

"This city here is Cape Town," the clerk answered. "Did you not study the area to which you would be transferred?"

"Not very much," Gorppet admitted. "I got the order a couple of days ago, and have spent my time since either traveling or staying in transit barracks."

"No reason you could not have examined a terminal there," the female clerk said primly. "I would have thought an officer would show more interest in the region to which he has been a.s.signed."

That took Gorppet by surprise. He wasn't used to being an officer. He wasn't used to thinking like an officer, either. As an infantrymale, he'd gone where he was ordered, and hadn't worried about it past that. Fighting embarra.s.sment, he spoke gruffly: "Well, I am here now. Let me have a printout of my billet and a.s.signment."

"It shall be done," the clerk said, and handed him the paper.

He rapidly read the new orders. "City patrol, is it? I can do that. I have been doing it for a long time, and this is a relatively tranquil region."

"Is it?" the clerk said, "If you are coming from worse, I sympathize with you." She got very insulted when Gorppet laughed at her.

Ttomalss studied the report that had come up from the Moishe Russie Medical College. Based on our present knowledge of Tosevite physiology and of available immunizations, Based on our present knowledge of Tosevite physiology and of available immunizations, the physician named Shpaaka wrote, the physician named Shpaaka wrote, it seems possible, even probable, that the specimen may, after receiving the said immunizations, safely interact with wild Tosevites. Nothing in medicine, however, is so certain as it is in engineering. it seems possible, even probable, that the specimen may, after receiving the said immunizations, safely interact with wild Tosevites. Nothing in medicine, however, is so certain as it is in engineering.

With a discontented mutter, Ttomalss blanked the computer screen. He'd hoped for a definitive answer. If the males down at the medical college couldn't give him one, where would he get it? Nowhere Nowhere, was the obvious answer. He recognized that Shpaaka was doing the best he could. Psychological research was also less exact than engineering. That still left Ttomalss unhappy.

After more mutters, he telephoned Ka.s.squit. "I greet you, superior sir," she said. "How are you this morning?"

"I am well, thank you," Ttomalss answered. "And yourself?"

"Very well," she said. "And what is the occasion of this call?"

She undoubtedly knew. She could hardly help knowing. That she asked had to mean she was unhappy about proceeding. Even so, Ttomalss explained the news he'd got from the physician down on the surface of Tosev 3. He finished, "Are you willing to undergo this series of immunizations so you are physically able to meet with wild Big Uglies?"

"I do not know, superior sir," Ka.s.squit replied. "What are the effects of the immunizations likely to be on me?"

"I do not suppose there will be very many effects," Ttomalss said. "Why should there be? There are no major effects to immunizations among the Race. I had most of mine in early hatchlinghood, and scarcely remember them."

"I see." Ka.s.squit made the affirmative hand gesture to show she understood. But then she said, "Still, these would not be immunizations from the Race. They would be immunizations from the Big Uglies, for Tosevite diseases. The Big Uglies are less advanced than the Race in a great many areas, and I am certain medicine is one of them."

"Well, no doubt that is a truth." Ttomalss admitted what he could hardly deny. "Let me inquire of Shpaaka. When he gives me the answer, I shall relay it to you." He broke the connection.

On telephoning the physician, he got a recorded message telling him Shpaaka had gone to teach and would return his call as soon as possible. His own computer had the same kind of programming, which didn't make him any happier about being on the receiving end of it. Concealing annoyance over such things was part of good manners. He recorded his message and settled into some other work while waiting for Shpaaka to get back to him.

After what seemed forever but really wasn't, the physician did call back. "I greet you, Senior Researcher," Shpaaka said. "You asked an interesting question there."

"I thank you, Senior Physician," Ttomalss replied. "The question, however, does not come from me. It comes from my Tosevite ward, who is of course most intimately concerned with it."

"I see. That certainly makes sense," Shpaaka said. "I had to do some research of my own before I could give the answer: partly by asking Big Ugly students of their experience with immunizations, partly having some of them consult Tosevite medical texts so they could translate the data in those texts for me."

"I thank you for your diligence," Ttomalss said. "And what conclusions did you reach?"

"That Tosevite medicine, like so much on this planet, is primitive and sophisticated at the same time," the physician told him. "The Big Uglies know how to stimulate the immune system to make it produce antibodies against various local diseases, but do so by brute force, without caring much about reducing symptoms from the immunizations. Some of them appear to be unpleasant, though none has any long-term consequences worthy of note."

"I see," Ttomalss repeated, not altogether happily. If the immunizations were likely to make Ka.s.squit sick, would she want to go forward with them?

Shpaaka said, "I tell you this, Senior Researcher: finding your answer has been one of the more pleasant, enjoyable, and interesting things I have had to do lately."

"Oh?" Ttomalss said, as he was plainly meant to do. "And why is that?"

"Because the medical college has been cast into turmoil, that is why," the physician replied. "You may or may not know that some miserable individual who thought he was more clever than he really was devised the brilliant brilliant plan of making the Big Uglies pay for the privilege of exercising their superst.i.tions, which has provoked disorder over wide stretches of Tosev 3." plan of making the Big Uglies pay for the privilege of exercising their superst.i.tions, which has provoked disorder over wide stretches of Tosev 3."

"Yes, I do recall that," Ttomalss said in faintly strangled tones. Shpaaka's sarcasm stung. Fortunately, the other male didn't know he was talking to the originator of the plan he scorned.

"You do? Good," Shpaaka said. "Well, someone then decided on the converse for the medical college: that no one who failed to give reverence to the spirits of Emperors past would be allowed to continue. What no one antic.i.p.ated, however, was that many Big Uglies-including some of the most able students, and even including the hatchling of the Big Ugly for whom the medical college was named-would be so attached to their superst.i.tions that they would withdraw instead of doing what we required of them."

"That is unfortunate, both for them and for relations between the Race and their species," Ttomalss said.

Shpaaka made the affirmative hand gesture. "It is also unfortunate for the Tosevites these half-trained individuals will eventually treat. They would have done far better by choosing to stay."

Ttomalss hadn't thought about infirm Big Uglies. He'd seen plenty in China-rather fewer in the Reich Reich, where the standards of medicine, if not high, were higher. "Well, it cannot be helped," he said after a brief pause.

"Oh, it could be," Shpaaka said. "All we have to do is rescind the idiotic policy we are now following. But I do not expect that, and I shall not take up any more of your time advocating it. Good day to you."

"Good day," Ttomalss answered, but he was talking to a blank screen: the physician had already gone.

He thought about telephoning Ka.s.squit with the news, but decided to wait and take a meal with her at the refectory so he could pa.s.s it along in person. Among the Race, males and females had a harder time saying no in person than they did over the telephone. Ttomalss idly wondered if the same held true among the Big Uglies-those of them who had telephones, that is. Eventually, the Race would get around to researching such things. He doubted the time would come while he remained alive, though.

At the next meal, he put Shpaaka's opinion to Ka.s.squit. "How do you feel about the notion of bodily discomfort?" he asked.

"I really do not know," she answered. "I have known very little bodily discomfort in my life here. The notion of illness seems strange to me."

"You are fortunate-far more fortunate than the Big Uglies down on the surface of Tosev 3," Ttomalss said. "You have never been exposed to the microorganisms that cause disease among them, and those of the Race do not seem to find you appetizing."

"If I were to meet with wild Big Uglies, I would need these immunizations, would I not?" Ka.s.squit asked.

"I would strongly recommend that you have them, at any rate," Ttomalss said. "I would not wish to see you fall ill as a result of such a meeting." And I certainly would not wish you to die, not after l have put so much hard work into raising you up to this point. And I certainly would not wish you to die, not after l have put so much hard work into raising you up to this point.

Ka.s.squit might have plucked that thought right out of his head. She said, "Yes, it would be inconvenient to you if I died in the middle of your research, would it not?" After a moment, she added, "It would also be most inconvenient to me." She used an emphatic cough.

"Of course it would," Ttomalss said uncomfortably. "If you do decide to meet with these wild Tosevites in person, you would be wise to receive these immunizations first."

"You very much want me to meet with them, is that not so?" Without waiting for Ttomalss' reply, Ka.s.squit gave one herself: "It must be so. Why else would you have gone to all the trouble of raising me?" She sighed. "Well, if I am going to be an experimental animal, I had best be a good one. Is that not a truth, superior sir?" She waved a hand at the refectory full of males and females. "For all your efforts, and for all mine, I can never fully fit in here, can I?"

"Perhaps not fully, but as much as a Rabotev or a Hallessi." Ttomalss spoke with care. As Ka.s.squit reached maturity, so did her sense of judgment.

She proved that by making the negative hand gesture. "I believe you are mistaken, superior sir. From all I have been able to learn-and I have done my best to learn all I could, since the matter so urgently concerns me-the Hallessi and Rabotevs are far more like the Race than Tosevites are. Would you agree with that, or not?"

"I would have to agree," Ttomalss said, wishing he could do anything but, yet knowing he would forfeit her confidence forever if he lied. "But I would also have to tell you that, when the day comes when all Tosevites are as acculturated to the ways of the Empire as you are now, the Race will have no difficulty in ruling this planet."

"May it be so," Ka.s.squit said. "And you need me to help you make it so, is that not also a truth?"

"You know it is," Ttomalss answered. "You have known it ever since you grew old enough to understand such things."

Ka.s.squit sighed again. "Truth, superior sir: I have known that. And the best way for me to make it so is for me to begin meeting with Big Uglies in person. You have wanted me to do so since my first telephone conversation with Sam Yeager, and you were surely planning such a thing even before the Big Ugly precipitated matters. Can you truthfully tell me I am mistaken?"

"No," Ttomalss said. "I cannot tell you that. But I can tell you I have not tried to force you onto this course, and I shall not do so. If you do not wish it, it shall not be done."

"For which I thank you-but it needs to be done, does it not?" Ka.s.squit asked bleakly. Again, she did not wait for Ttomalss to reply, but answered her own question: "It does indeed need to be done. Very well, superior sir. I shall do it."

There in the crowded refectory, Ttomalss rose from his seat and a.s.sumed the posture of respect before Ka.s.squit. His Tosevite ward exclaimed in surprise. So did a good many males and females, who also stared and pointed. He didn't care. As far as he was concerned, what he'd done was altogether appropriate. As he rose once more, he said, "I thank you."

"You are welcome," Ka.s.squit answered. "You may give whatever orders are necessary to begin the immunization process."

"I shall do that," Ttomalss said. He'd almost answered, It shall be done. It shall be done. Ka.s.squit was not his superior. Somehow, though, she'd made him feel as if she were. He wondered how she'd managed to do that. Ka.s.squit was not his superior. Somehow, though, she'd made him feel as if she were. He wondered how she'd managed to do that.

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