The Cold Equations Part 29

"-lively there! Faster, all of you . . ."

The voice of Primmer, edged with strain, came from the street. Rider went to the window and looked out upon a scene of confused activity.

Primmer, with two blasters buckled around him, was trying to post as many guards as possible as quickly as possible; all the laborers and technicians among them. They were being stationed around Headquarters, around the helicopter, and all along the windows of supplies in the street.

"d.a.m.n!" he said aloud.

Beeling could have done nothing worse than to order the show of armed defense at a time when everything depended upon regaining Selsin's trust.

The door of the ERB Headquarters building opened and General Beeling stepped out, briskly despite his paunchy overweight. He strode down the street with his pink moon- face looking straight ahead, not glancing once toward the natives. He stopped a moment to say something to Primmer that caused most of Primmer's nervousness to vanish then came on with the bearing of calm purpose.

"He not worried," Loper said. "How can he not worry now?"

Beeling stepped through the doorway with cold satisfaction on his face and a look at Rider that said, I have your muddled situation well in hand, my man.

"Good afternoon, General," Rider greeted him, and Loper said politely, "Her'ro, Generar Beering."

Beeling's eyes flicked to Loper in brief curiosity then, without answering either of them, he seated himself behind the desk.

"I presume you know we're surrounded, Rider?"

There was the same vengeful satisfaction in his tone as on his face. Rider noticed, absently, that his blouse bulged with the bulk of a concealed blaster.

"I knew they would come ready for war," he said. "When Selsin gets here we'll have our one last chance to avert it and I've been trying to see you all day to tell you we'll have to show Selsin the respect that-"

"My dear Captain," Beeling interrupted, "I have been very busy the entire day supervising a review of all data and deciding upon the best method of counteracting the damage you have done. I feel rather certain that I know how to speak to the native."

Rider kept his face expressionless and said with careful courtesy, "But couldn't you order the guards off duty before Selsin gets here, sir? He'll regard them as proof of suspicion and enmity on our part."

The soft answer seemed to have slightly lessened Beeling's dislike for him; Beeling's next statement was more pompous than sarcastic: "On the contrary, that display of preparedness will prove to the natives that we are quite aware of their hostility and are not to be intimidated by it; that our request for friends.h.i.+p is sincere and does not spring from fear of them."

Rider looked again at the guards, able to count only seven blasters among them, and back to Beeling. "You don't understand, sir-if they call our bluff we won't have a chance."

Beeling's reply was to spread a sheaf of papers on the desk before him and say: "Here are the a.n.a.lysis Sheets; the result of almost two days of work by myself and my staff and our computer. For your information, these natives are like children both in the awe and fear with which they regard our weapons and in their eagerness to possess the labor-saving machines, the luxury items and the pretty novelties of our 'grown-up'

society. By dramatically presenting the two choices-the gift-laden helping hand or the unyielding fist-they cannot logically do other than ask for our friends.h.i.+p and gifts."

"But it isn't that simple," he protested. "They'll-"

Annoyance pa.s.sed across Beeling's face and the full degree of coldness returned. "As I remarked, the procedure outlined by the a.n.a.lysis will counteract the damage you have done. Insufficient data, however, leave two questions answered. One: why have your reports never mentioned the consistent enmity of the natives?"

"Because no enmity ever existed. They were only exercising reasonable caution, due to the experience they had with that other alien race forty years ago."

"Yes? Then perhaps you can answer the other question: why should this 'reasonable caution' flare so suddenly into a l.u.s.t for war? What did you do to make them hate humans so?"

"I lied to them. They were almost ready to agree to everything but they wanted a little more time in which to be sure that we would not betray their trust as that other alien race did. I gave my solemn promise as the representative of Earth that no reinforcements would come in the meantime. And within forty-eight hours after receiving its copy of my report to the Frontier Corps, the ERB had you and thirty men and a hundred tons of supplies on the way to Deneb.

"Just what do you suppose the natives thought of my truthfulness-of the truthfulness of any human-when that cruiser dropped down out of the sky and men and equipment began rolling out of it?"

"I see," Beeling said acidly. "You were the innocent victim of unfair circ.u.mstances.

But, as the ERB informed the Supreme Council, you had accomplished nothing concrete in your six months here and this world was too badly needed by Earth to permit any more cautious delays. Despite anguished wails of protest from the Frontier Corps we persuaded the Supreme Council to transfer command of this outpost to the ERB. I was dispatched at once to a.n.a.lyze the situation, to remedy whatever mistakes you had made, and to gain the cooperation of the natives as quickly as possible.

"I trust"-the acidic dislike increased-"that properly explains my presence here." Loper lifted his ears toward the door and Rider heard the squeak of saddle leather.

"I hope your plans work out the way you think," he said. "Selsin is here."

Selsin was so big that his bulk in the doorway half darkened the room as he came through. He was seven feet tall, black as coal, with muscles that bulged and rippled as he walked. He had the thin, curved nose and pointed ears of a devil, while his green, glittering eyes under slanting brows added to his satanic appearance.

His bristling blue-gray head was bare; he had left his helmet on his saddle, together with his rifle and sword, as a gesture of peaceful intention.

"Chief Selsin!" Beeling rose, smiling. "You honor us. I'm sorry there was no one to meet you-I told my aide-"

"It is of no importance." Selsin spoke in accented Terran. "I came to hear you, not your a.s.sistant."

"Ah-of course. Will you sit down?"

Selsin did so, the chair creaking under his weight. He waited for Beeling to speak, regarding him with a mocking half smile. The smile was meaningless-the cheek muscles of the natives were different from those of humans and caused their lips to turn upward at the corners-but it could be rather disconcerting to a human at first.

Beeling cleared his throat. "I see you came alone. At the end of our brief meeting yesterday I requested that all nine of you tribal chiefs come again this afternoon so I could tell all of you that I am here to help you."

"You told us that yesterday," Selsin said. "I came today to hear your proof."

"Ah-of course."

Beeling looked down at the a.n.a.lysis Sheets, a touch of uncertainty in his manner. It's all right, Rider thought as he watched him, to speak of handling the natives as one would handle children-but it's a little hard to hang on to that conception when the child is a three-hundred-pound black devil sitting two yards in front of you.

Beeling looked up from the a.n.a.lysis. "We want the friends.h.i.+p of your race," he said to Selsin, "and your race needs our friends.h.i.+p. We are here on your world only to help you"-stern reproof came into Beeling's voice-"and yet you foolishly prepare to attack us with your puny rifles!"

Selsin's expression did not change. He answered in the emotionless manner of one stating unalterable facts: "We do not, we have never, wanted war. But the promise your world made to mine was a lie and your second s.h.i.+p came, bringing more men and great stacks of strange objects which we fear are weapons-and which you are now guarding as one would guard weapons. We do not know how many more of your s.h.i.+ps may be on the way, now, with still more men and weapons. We can only hope that if we must fight for our world, we have not waited too long."

"Your suspicions are baseless, your plans are foolhardy," Beeling said with admonis.h.i.+ng sternness. "Consider, friend Selsin; think of the terrible price an attack would cost you. You would meet certain defeat-and you would forever forfeit our friends.h.i.+p and our gifts!" Selsin's black face seemed to turn even darker and his teeth flashed in a quick snarl.

"Forty years ago we were offered friends.h.i.+p and gifts, as you are doing, by another alien race-the gini-deglin, the three-eyed ones. They needed metal to repair their s.h.i.+p and we used all our supply of charcoal to smelt the ores we had mined for them, for they told us they were very grateful and would within a year bring us an atomic furnace so we would never have to h.o.a.rd charcoal again. Then, on the day they finished repairing their s.h.i.+p, they turned their weapons on us. They butchered thirty, to take along as fresh meat. Three others were killed with a gas that would not mar their appearance, so they could be stuffed and placed in a museum. A man, a woman, and a child-and the child was my sister!"

Selsin leaned toward Beeling, his devil's face ugly with the hatred the memory aroused.

"To them we were only animals who had served their purpose. Their pretense of friends.h.i.+p was a lie-we should have killed them all when their s.h.i.+p crashed!"

Beeling's chair squealed as he shoved it back and his hand pawed at the b.u.t.tons of his blouse, reaching in for the concealed blaster. His hand closed around the b.u.t.t of it and he held it there, still concealed, as he appraised Selsin with wary thoughtfulness. Rider spoke quickly, before he could say or do something that would destroy the last faint hope of regaining Selsin's trust.

"The three-eyed-ones kill and take specimens from every world they visit, Chief Selsin. Someday our s.h.i.+ps will meet them and they will want some humans as specimens, too. They are already our enemies as well as yours."

Selsin settled back in his chair and his anger faded.

"We have thought of that," he said. "We had hoped that your race would be our ally should they ever return. But now-does it matter whether a race is killed for food and specimens or killed to get it out of the way for worldwide mining operations?"

Rider told Selsin again, for what would probably be the last time, why his world was needed by humans: "Earth's policy strictly forbids colonizing a world against the wishes of its inhabitants.

This world is doubly forbidden-beryllium is present in the dust over all its surface, in a form that would be fatal to humans within two years.

"But we need domed repair and refueling bases here for our exploration, survey and colonization s.h.i.+ps bound for worlds farther on. This is the only world within three hundred light-years that has metal for repairs, and that has the rare earths and elements that make our s.h.i.+ps' hypers.p.a.ce drives possible. You have such an abundance on this world that fifty centuries from now we would have used less than one-tenth of one percent, yet that small amount is so necessary to us that if we cannot have it we will have to abandon all further exploration in this sector of s.p.a.ce."

When he had finished Selsin sat still and thoughtful, his green eyes unwaveringly on Rider's as though trying to see inside Rider's mind and know that he spoke without deceit.

Rider had the feeling that Selsin's suspicions were wavering before an almost desperate desire to believe.

Then Beeling, his composure regained, jerked his chair back to the desk with another noisy squeal. He cleared his throat in a profound manner, ready to resume the talk with Selsin, and Rider crossed his fingers with a wordless prayer that something would happen to interrupt him before he could again anger Selsin.

The interruption came: a signal beep from the radio beside the hypers.p.a.ce communicator, the call from Laughing Girl at the Sea Cliffs.

Rider stepped to the radio, reaching past the scowling Beeling to turn the volume to maximum. A m.u.f.fled roaring filled the room when he did so, static grinding and cras.h.i.+ng through it.

"Go ahead, Girl," he said into the transmitter.

"A awrfur storm come, Boss"-Laughing Girl's voice was hard to hear through the roaring-"from off the sea-a wind that tear down the detector and scatter our record tapes and I try to find them but it are so dark with brack crouds and rain and then the sea come in and things are in it, things that-"

A louder roaring drowned out her voice. He waited, knowing that she was frightened.

Whenever she was scared and faced with problems too great for her, she called him "Boss" and talked in the quick, rus.h.i.+ng manner of a child.

Her voice came in again: "-and then they see me rooking for the record tapes and they run after me, awrfur big things with craws and beaks, and they are stirr coming and I have no prace to hide.

Terr me what to do, Boss-"

"Run to the cliffs!" he ordered, in his mind the vision of the lumbering horde of two- ton Elephant Crabs closing in on her. "Climb as far as you can up that crevice in the cliffs-they're too big to follow you in-and wait for me."

"Wirr you come for me soon-before the Big Tide?"

"I'll be there. Now, run!"

"Okay, Boss-I run."

He lifted his hand to the switch, then paused as he heard deep, jarring sounds through the wind's roaring. Four seconds later there was a loud cras.h.i.+ng, a snap, and sudden silence. The monsters had smashed the transmitter in their pursuit of Laughing Girl.

He switched off his own transmitter and said in answer to Beeling's questioning, irritated look, "A local tornado. Sometimes one will precede the Big Tide and push a small tide ahead of it."

"They awrfur crose behind her," Loper said. He looked at Beeling with worry and accusation in his eyes. "We are supposed to go after her yesterday but you say, 'No.'

Now, maybe awready they are catch her and kirr her."

Beeling glanced at Loper with the same momentary curiosity he had exhibited before, then he gave his full attention to Selsin. He began in a tone of smooth sincerity: "You are an exceptionally intelligent person, Chief Selsin, or you would never have risen to your position as leader. Therefore, I know you are far too wise to betray the trust of your people in you by making the wrong choice of the two kinds of future offered your world.

"Should you refuse to cooperate with us, we would be forced to reroute our s.h.i.+ps through other sectors of s.p.a.ce and your world would see no more of us for centuries to come. You would continue to stagnate here-you are no doubt aware that the resources of your world are such that you can never leave it without our help. Your unlimited wealth of minerals is of no use to you-you have no coal deposits, no trees, nothing but scrawny shrubs with which to make a meager supply of charcoal for smelting. There is no oil on your world; you have no fuel for steam engines or internal combustion engines.

Your environment will force you to remain in a state of barbarism, nomads in animal skins, with privation your only known way of life.

"This we can alter for you, in wondrous ways beyond your imagining. We will give you atomic furnaces, processing plants, manufacturing machinery. We will help you build factories that will produce not only all the things you need but also luxuries beyond counting-the very same luxury goods our own society uses! And we will give you costless and unlimited power for your factories and homes and vehicles by showing you how to get it out of a rock which is to be found all over your world; a magic rock we call 'uranium' but for which you probably don't even have a name."

Beeling paused, as though for effect. He was smiling at Selsin, very sure of himself.

"Choose, Chief Selsin! Will you condemn your race to a future of poverty and stagnation by refusing to cooperate with us? Or will you give them all the achievements and luxuries of a civilization three thousand years in advance of theirs-will you be the wise leader and accept this tremendous payment which we offer for merely your race's friends.h.i.+p?"

Selsin stood up, on his face an anger and hatred such as Rider had never seen. He looked down at Beeling and gave his answer in words that came like the spitting of a tiger: "My people's insignificant friends.h.i.+p is not for sale today, human!"

Beeling gaped in incredulous disbelief.

"You-refuse?"

Selsin turned to Rider.

"We believed your promise, until your reinforcements came. Even then we still had a faint hope that you humans were sincere. Now I know we were wrong. It is better so."

"You know we can't prove our good intentions," Rider answered. "Not here and now, in this room."

"I realize that. But I wanted to know the att.i.tude of your superior toward my race. As he regarded us, so likely would all the others who would follow him. My people and I wanted to know if we would be regarded with respect, or if we would be dismissed as an inferior species to be used for human purposes.

"I learned. We are backward barbarians, simple savages who can be bought and then ignored."

Through the anger on Selsin's face something like regret showed for a moment, something like a look of farewell.

"I do not think it is your fault-but you are one of them and responsible with them.

This is our world and we will live here and fight here and die here-but we will be no race's inferiors here." Then the regret was gone as Selsin turned back to Beeling.

"You will be given until sunrise tomorrow to recall your s.h.i.+p and leave this world. If you and all the other humans are not gone by then, we will have no choice but to remove you."

Then, not waiting for an answer, Selsin strode to the door.

Beeling half rose, still gaping with amazement. "Wait-"

The door closed behind Selsin's broad back and Beeling ordered sharply, "Call him back, Rider! Something is wrong-he didn't understand my offer."

Rider listened to Selsin's dragon-beast departing in a fast trot. "He understood you,"

he said to Beeling. "But you cooked our goose by not understanding him."

"He failed to comprehend," Beeling said flatly. "Or else-and I'll have that question put to the computer-he's bluffing, trying to extort still more from us. In either case, he knows we can't leave here; he knows the Special Missions cruiser has gone back to Earth and the Frontier s.h.i.+p can't receive our signals."

"He didn't believe that explanation yesterday and he doubly doesn't today."