Part 19 (1/2)
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 stars.h.i.+p 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 Ps.h.i.+ng, his adjutant. ”Fascinating how little correlation there is between this map and the one reflecting active rebellion,” he observed.
”Truth, Exalted Fleetlord,” Ps.h.i.+ng 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,” Ps.h.i.+ng 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.”
Ps.h.i.+ng 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.”