Part 4 (2/2)
”Nyet,” Molotov said for the third time. ”Fighting between the Race and the Soviet Union stopped with each side recognizing the full sovereignty and independence of the other. We do not seek to infringe on your sovereignty, and you have no right to infringe upon ours. We shall fight to defend it.”
”Your independence would be respected...” Queek began.
”Nyet,” Molotov repeated. He knew he sounded like a broken record, knew and didn't care. ”We reckon any infringement a major infringement, one that cannot and will not be tolerated.”
”That is not an appropriate position for you to take in the present circ.u.mstances,” Queek said.
”I am of the opinion it is perfectly appropriate,” Molotov said. ”Are you familiar with the phrase, 'the thin end of the wedge'?”
Queek obviously wasn't. The Pole who translated for him went back and forth with him in the language of the Race. At last, the amba.s.sador said, ”Very well: I now grasp the concept. I still believe, however, that you are needlessly concerned.”
”I do not,” Molotov said stubbornly. ”Suppose the Soviet Union tried to impose such conditions on the Race?”
Queek had no hair, which was the only thing that kept him from bristling. ”You have neither the right nor the strength to do any such thing,” he said.
”You grow indignant when the shoe goes on the other foot,” Molotov said, which required another colloquy between the amba.s.sador and his interpreter. ”You have no more right to impose such limits on us than we do on you. And as for strength-we can hurt you, and you know it full well. And you will not have such an easy time wrecking us as you did with the Reich, Reich, for we are far less concentrated geographically than the Germans were.” for we are far less concentrated geographically than the Germans were.”
Queek made noises that put Molotov in mind of a samovar boiling over. The interpreter turned them into rhythmically accented Russian: ”Do you presume to threaten the Race?”
”Nyet,” Molotov said yet again. ”But the Race also has no business threatening the Soviet Union. You need to understand that very clearly.”
He wondered if Queek did. He wondered if Queek could. Reciprocity was something with which the Race had always had trouble. Down deep, the Lizards didn't really believe Earth's independent nations had any business staying that way. They were imperialists first, last, and always.
”We are stronger than you,” Queek insisted.
”It could be,” said Molotov, who knew perfectly well it was. ”But we have strength enough to protect ourselves, and to protect our rights as a free and independent state.”
More overheated-teakettle noises came from the Lizards' amba.s.sador. ”This is an unreasonable and insolent att.i.tude,” the translator said.
”By no means.” Molotov saw a chance to take the initiative, saw it and seized it: ”I presume you have made this same demand upon the United States. What has the Americans' response been?”
Queek hesitated. Molotov thought he understood that hesitation: the Lizard wanted to lie, but was realizing he couldn't, for Molotov had but to ask the American amba.s.sador to learn the truth. After the hesitation, Queek said, ”The Americans have also raised a certain number of objections to our reasonable proposal, I must admit.”
Molotov was tempted to laugh in his scaly face. Instead, the leader of the Soviet Union said, ”Why, then, do you suppose we would acquiesce where they refuse?” He had not a doubt in the world that the Americans' ”objections” had been expressed a great deal more stridently than his own.
With an amazingly human sigh, Queek replied, ”Since the Soviet Union prides itself on rationality, it was hoped you would see the plain good sense manifest in our proposal.”
”It was hoped we would give in without protest, you mean,” Molotov said. ”This was an error, a miscalculation, on your part. We are more wary of the Race now than we were before your war against Germany. I am sure the Americans feel the same way. I am especially sure the j.a.panese feel the same way.”
”We are most unhappy with the Nipponese,” Queek said. ”We have never accorded them recognition as a fully independent empire, even though we also never occupied most of the land they ruled at the time of our arrival. Now that they have begun detonating their own explosive-metal bombs, they have begun to presume for themselves a rank above their station.”
”Now they too are beginning to be able to defend themselves against your imperialist aggression,” Molotov said. ”Our relations with j.a.pan have been correct since the war we fought against the j.a.panese when I was young.”
”They still claim large stretches of the subregion of the main continental ma.s.s known as China,” Queek said. ”Regardless of what sort of weapons they have, we do not intend to yield this to them.”
”The people of China, I might add, maintain a strong interest in establis.h.i.+ng their own independence once more, and in remaining neither under your control nor under that of the j.a.panese,” Molotov pointed out. ”This desire for freedom and autonomy is the reason for their continued revolutionary struggle against your occupation.”
”This is a revolutionary struggle the Soviet Union encourages in ways inconsistent with maintaining good relations with the Race,” Queek said.
”I deny that,” Molotov said stonily. ”The Race has continually made that a.s.sertion, and has never been able to prove it.”
”This is fortunate for the Soviet Union,” Queek replied. ”We may not be able to prove it, but we believe it to be a truth nonetheless. Many of the Chinese bandits proclaim an ideology identical to yours.”
”They were in China before the Race came,” Molotov said. ”They are indigenous, and unconnected to us.” The first of those statements was true, the second tautology-of course Chinese were Chinese-and the last a resounding lie. But the Lizards hadn't caught the NKVD or the GRU in the act of supplying the Chinese People's Liberation Army with munitions to go on with the struggle. Till they did, Molotov would go right on lying.
Queek remained unconvinced. ”Even that pack of bandits who have lately taken hostages from among our regional subadministrators and threatened them with death or torment if we do not return to them certain of their comrades”-the Polish interpreter, no friend to Marxist-Leninist thought, p.r.o.nounced tovarishchi tovarishchi with malicious glee-”whom we are now holding imprisoned?” he demanded. with malicious glee-”whom we are now holding imprisoned?” he demanded.
”Yes, even those freedom fighters,” Molotov answered calmly. He could not prove the Lizard wasn't talking about Kuomintang reactionaries, who also carried on guerrilla warfare against the Race. And, even if Queek was talking about the patriots of the People's Liberation Army, nothing would have made Molotov admit it.
He doubted Queek was, in any case. The People's Liberation Army, he judged, would have been unlikely to threaten mere torment to whatever hostages it had taken. It would have gone straight to the most severe punishment-unless, of course, someone found some good tactical reason for the lesser threat.
”One individual's bandit, I see, is another individual's freedom fighter,” Queek remarked. Molotov tried to remember whether the Lizard had been so cynical when he first became the Race's amba.s.sador to the USSR not long after the fighting stopped. The Soviet leader didn't think so. He wondered what could have changed Queek's outlook on life.
Not to be outdone, Molotov replied, ”Indeed. That, no doubt, is why even the Race can reckon itself progressive.”
The chair in which Queek sat had an opening through which his short, stumpy tail protruded. That tail quivered now. Molotov watched it with an internal smile-the only kind he customarily allowed himself. He'd succeeded in angering the Lizard.
Queek said, ”No matter what sort of denials you give me, I am going to reiterate a warning I have given you before: if the Chinese rebels and bandits who profess your ideology should detonate an explosive-metal bomb, the Race will hold the Soviet Union responsible, and will punish your not-empire most severely. Do you understand this warning?”
”Yes, I understand it,” Molotov said, suddenly fighting to keep from showing fear rather than glee. ”I have always understood it. I have also always reckoned it unjust. These days, I reckon it more unjust than ever. A disaffected German submarine officer might give his missile warheads to Chinese factionalists of any political stripe in preference to surrendering them to you. And the j.a.panese might furnish the Chinese such weapons to harm the Race and harm the peace-loving Soviet Union at the same time.” He found the first of those far-fetched; the second struck him as only too possible. He would have done it, were he ruling in j.a.pan.
But Queek said, ”Did you not just tell me your relations with the Nipponese were correct? If they are not your enemies, why would they do such a thing to you?”
Was that naivete, or was it a nasty desire to make Molotov squirm? Molotov suspected the latter. He replied, ”Until recently, the leaders of j.a.pan have not been in a position to embarra.s.s the Soviet Union in this way. Do you not think it would be to their advantage to use an explosive-metal bomb against the Race and to do so in such a way as to go unpunished for it?”
To his relief, Queek had no fast, snappy comeback. After a pause, the Lizard said, ”Here, for once, you have given me a justification for caution that may not be altogether self-serving. I think you may be confident that the Nipponese will receive a similar warning from our representatives to their empire. As you probably know, we do not maintain an emba.s.sy in Nippon at present, though recent developments may force us to open one there.”
Good, Molotov thought. Molotov thought. I did distract him, then I did distract him, then. Now to try to make him feel guilty: Now to try to make him feel guilty: ”Any a.s.sistance the Race could provide us in reducing the effects on our territory from your war with the Germans would be appreciated.” ”Any a.s.sistance the Race could provide us in reducing the effects on our territory from your war with the Germans would be appreciated.”
”If you seek such a.s.sistance, ask the Reich, Reich,” Queek said curtly. ”Its leaders were the cause of the war.”
Molotov didn't push it. He'd got the Lizard amba.s.sador to respond to him instead of his having to react to what Queek said. Given the Race's strength, that was something of a diplomatic triumph.
A squad of little scaly devils strode through the captives' camp in central China. They stopped in front of the miserable little hut Liu Han shared with her daughter, Liu Mei. One of them spoke in bad Chinese: ”You are the female Liu Han and the hatchling of the female Liu Han?”
Liu Han and Liu Mei were both sitting on the kang, kang, the low clay hearth that gave the hut what little heat it had. ”Yes, we are those females,” Liu Han admitted. the low clay hearth that gave the hut what little heat it had. ”Yes, we are those females,” Liu Han admitted.
A moment later, she wondered if she should have denied it, for the little devil gestured with his rifle and said, ”You come with me. You two of you, you come with me.”
”What have we done now?” Liu Mei asked. Her face stayed calm, though her eyes were anxious. As a baby, she'd been raised by the scaly devils, and she'd never learned to smile or to show much in the way of any expression.
”You two of you, you come with me,” was all the little scaly devil would say, and Liu Han and Liu Mei had no choice but to do as they were told.
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