Part 10 (1/2)

”A carrot and a donkey might be a more suitable simile,” Mattern said. ”Pity you couldn't have provided a better carrot.”

The new kqyres ignored this comment. ”Lord Njeri was transferred. He has asked me to say that he looks forward to the pleasure of renewing your friends.h.i.+p when you come again to Ferr. Meanwhile, I have taken his place.” After some hesitation, the new kqyres added, ”I hope we shall be good friends, also.”

There was no use pretending any longer. ”I know who you are,” Mattern said. ”I recognize your voice. You're the mbretersha herself, aren't you?”

She seemed pleased rather than dismayed. ”Yes, I am the mbretersha. I came to realize that the post of kqyres was more difficult than that of queen. Therefore, I was the only one who should rightfully undertake it. As I told you, in our universe a ruler cannot afford pride. She lives only for the good of her people!”

”She's got to,” Mattern said bluntly, ”if, as you said, her nervous system is attuned to theirs. What actually did happen is that Njeri told you I was quitting the business and he couldn't control me any more. So you took his place to see if you could change my mind.”

”Oh, that was a mere pleasantry!” she said. ”I knew you would not give up the hypers.p.a.ce trade. What else would you have left?”

What else would he have left? His money, his collections, his unpleasant memories.

All his emotional ties now were with that other universe.

”Who's ruling Ferr?” he asked, evading her question, ”Lord Njeri, your former kqyres, serves as my regent. He is my father, so he is fitted by birth; his system is also attuned to the planet's, although not as sensitively as mine, since he is a male. Perhaps that would make him a better ruler; he will suffer less. And I see no reason otherwise why a male should be deemed incapable of ruling, providing he is under careful supervision.”

”No reason at all,” Mattern agreed.”Moreover,” she continued, ”I have organized the whole government of my planet so that it runs itself. And, of course, from time to time, when we make our trips, I shall be able to check into what's going on.”

”But we're not going to make any more trips,” he said. Although he had not been serious about retiring he knew that now he wasn't going to let the hypers.p.a.cers push him around. Make her sweat a little, he thought irreverently.

”Will you not give me a chance, Captain?” she asked. ”Is the prospect of my company so displeasing to you that it will make you give up the business immediately?”

”You know it's not that. I told the kqyres before you came”

”But my people won't know it's not that. I shall lose face.”

”If only you had a face!” he cried. ”I'm sick of sailing with shadows!”

”My form in your universe is truly horrible, Mattern,” she said softly, ”truly monstrous. The xhindi who have seen themselves in mirrors in your universe have often gone mad.”

”Anything is better than emptiness,” be told her.

”If I appear in my true form, then will you accept me as your kqyres?”

”Well,” he said, enjoying himself, ”I'll make a few more trips with you, but that's all I'll promise.”

”I accept your promises,” she said.

He felt a tiny s.h.i.+ver rise up in him. Suppose her norms.p.a.ce form was even more hideous than her hypers.p.a.ce form, which of course, was no longer hideous to him.

Would his nerves be strong enough to bear it?

He held his breath as the vibrations began to slow down, the grays s.h.i.+mmering into substance, taking on all the colors of the rainbow and then flowing into one basic roseate hue. Bit by bit, the planes and shapes began to coalesce into the shape of ...

A woman. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. A woman next to whom even the dream of Lyddy paled into thin air.

And, momentarily, he became the Len Mattern of fifteen years back, standing there with his mouth agape. ”But you said you'd be a monster...”

”To my people, Mattern,” she smiled, ”this form is as monstrous as ours is to your people. You change into our doubles in hypers.p.a.ce; we change into yours in norms.p.a.ce. Had you kept the continuity of tradition that we have, you would know what we have always known that xhind and human are different aspects of the same race. That is why you fear us, and we do not fear you.”Of course, he thought. How else could they understand us so well? How else could they find logic in our illogic and be able to condition us according to our human natures? And he smiled to think that all objection to the xhindi from the social angle was invalid. Monsters they might be but not nonhumans.

”Once I thought this appearance was monstrous, Mattern,” the mbretersha went on, in the sweet voice which suited her now, ”because I thought you and your kind were, though forms of our race, monstrous forms not only without beauty, but without dignity or intelligence or compa.s.sion.”

”Maybe you were right,” he said.

”But since I have learned to know you and to like you, I have come to realize that outward semblances are meaningless. I may appear one way in your universe, another way in mine, but I am the same I. If there is beauty” and she gave what, in a lesser personage, would have been almost a giggle ”it is an inner beauty.”

Mattern could not agree with this premise. Although he had admired the mbretersha on Ferr, he felt quite differently toward her now, and because of no suddenly discovered inner beauty.

”You'll stay this way in this universe then?” he asked. ”It makes it so much more comfortable for me than just a collection of shadows,” he added hastily.

”I will stay this way permanently while I am in your universe, Mattern,” she told him, ”if, in your turn, you will accept me as”

”As my s.h.i.+pmate,” Mattern finished, ”my kqyres. I have already done so.”

”Notmerely as your s.h.i.+pmate.”

”As my wife?” he blurted, wondering whether he was reading her mind or whether she was projecting so forcibly into his that he merely spoke her thoughts for her.

She nodded.

To be chained again, after this brief moment of freedom! He wanted her, right enough, and he was delighted to have her for his partner, his companion, but he saw no need for formal commitments between them.

”You're the mbretersha,” he protested, ”the queen. It wouldn't be right for you to marry a commoner!”

”And you,” she retorted, ”are one of nature's own n.o.blemen, and, hence, a fitting consort for me. There is no one in either universe whom I could marry without lowering myself,” she explained, ”so I might as well wed where there is a basis of respect, of admiration, and, to be sure, expediency.”

”But but our ceremony wouldn't be valid in your universe, would it?” he spluttered wildly. ”And your ceremony””We will have two ceremonies, Mattern, one in each universe.”

This, he could see in alarm, was going to be a truly lasting marriage.

Mattern was happy with the mbretersha, for she knew how to satisfy a man's every dream as well as his desires, and of course, being the kqyres, she was the only woman who would not be disturbed by the presence of one on board. Moreover, she was a woman for whom a universe could be risked, a woman to whom worlds could be offered in short, just as he was the only man worthy of her, so she was the only woman worthy of him.

But sometimes he fancied that the mbretersha's blue eyes had the same haunting familiarity that he had seen in Lyddy's and Alard's, and he wondered. Alard's had been explicable enough; he and Mattern had had the same mother. But why should Lyddy also have his mother's eyes and, stranger still, why should the mbretersha?

Len could not help wondering whether, to create the ideal fantasy, the ultimate carrot, the xhindi had reached far back in his mind to get the earliest -- and thus the most fundamental illusion of beauty for him. Could both Lyddy and the mbretersha have been deliberately modeled on his mother, and was the mbretersha's form in norms.p.a.ce merely whatever she chose it to be or appear to be?

Oh, well, he thought, perhaps an artful illusion is the truest form of reality.

GRIFTER'S ASTEROID.

Characteristically, Harvey Ellsworth tried to maintain his dignity, though his parched tongue was almost hanging out. But Joe Mallon, with no dignity to maintain, lurched across the rubbish-strewn patch of sand that had been termed a s.p.a.ceport. When Harvey staggered pontifically into the battered metalloy saloon the only one on Planetoid 42 his tall, gangling partner was already stumbling out, mouthing something incoherent. They tried in the doorway, violently.

”We're delirious” Joe cried. ”It's a mirage!”

”What is?” asked Harvey through a mouthful of cotton.

Joe reeled aside, and Harvey saw what had upset his partner. He stared, speechless for once.