Part 6 (2/2)
”I'm honored,” said Lancaster.
”I still feel like h.e.l.l about what happened to you, though.”
”It's all right. I can't say I enjoyed it, but now that I've learned some hard facts--oh, well, forget the painful nature of the lesson. I'll be okay. And I'm going home!”
Jessup supported Lancaster as they entered the s.p.a.ce station. His old crew was there waiting to greet him. They were all immensely pleased to have him back, though Karen wept bitterly on his shoulder.
”It's all right,” he told her. ”I'm not in such bad shape as I look.
Honest, Karen, I'm all right. And now that I have gotten back, and know where I really belong--d.a.m.n, but it was worth it!”
She looked at him with eyes as gray as a rainy dawn. ”And you are with us?” she whispered. ”You're one of us? Of your own will?”
”Of course I am. Give me a week or two to rest, and I'll be back in the lab bossing all of you like a Simon Legree. h.e.l.l, we've just begun on that super-dielectricity. And there are a lot of other things I want to try out, too.”
”It means exile,” she said. ”No more blue skies and green valleys and ocean winds. No more going back to Earth.”
”Well, there are other planets, aren't there? And we'll go back to Earth in the next decade, I bet. Back to start a new American Revolution and write the Bill of Rights in the sky for all to see.” Lancaster grinned shyly. ”I'm not much at making speeches, and I certainly don't like to listen to them. But I've learned the truth and I want to say it out loud. The right of man to be free is the most basic one he's got, and when he gives that up he finishes by surrendering everything else too.
You people are fighting to bring back honesty and liberty and the possibility of progress. I hope n.o.body here is a fanatic, because fanaticism is exactly what we're fighting against. I say we, because from now on I'm one of you. That is, if you're sure you want me.”
He stopped, clumsily. ”Okay. Speech ended.”
Karen drew a s.h.i.+vering breath and smiled at him. ”And everything else just begun, Allen,” she said. He nodded, feeling too much for words.
”Get to bed with you,” ordered Pappas.
Jessup led Lancaster off, and one by one the others drifted back to their jobs. Finally only Karen and Berg stood by the airlock.
”You keep your beautiful mouth shut, my dear,” said the man.
”Oh, sure.” Karen sighed unhappily. ”I wish I'd never learned your scheme. When you explained it to me I wanted to shoot you.”
”You insisted on an explanation,” said Berg defensively. ”When Allen was due to go back to Earth, you wanted us to tell him who we were and keep him. But it wouldn't have worked. I've studied his dossier, and he's not the kind of man to switch loyalties that easily. If we were to have him at all, it could only be with his full consent. And now we've got him.”
”It was still a lousy trick,” she said.
”Of course it was. But we had no choice. We _had_ to have a first-rate physicist.”
”You know,” she said, ”you're a rat from way back.”
”That I am. And by and large, I enjoy it.” Berg grimaced. ”Though I must admit this job leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I like Allen. It was the hardest thing I ever did, tipping off the federal police about him.”
He turned on his heel and walked away, smiling faintly.
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