Huxley thought of the destination as a “capital” yet he knew that the idea of government imposed by force was foreign to the nature of these people. The “capital” was merely the accustomed meeting place of the group whose advice was followed in matters affecting the entire race.
The Other and his wife, accompanied by Huxley’s awareness, stepped into the garden, shot straight up into the air, and sped over the countryside, flying hand in hand. The country was green, fertile, park — like, dotted with occasional buildings, but nowhere did Huxley see the jammed masses of a city.
They passed rapidly over a large body of water, perhaps as large as the modern Mediterranean, and landed in a clearing in a grove of olive trees.
The Young Men-so Huxley thought of them — demanded a sweeping change in custom, first, that the ancient knowledge should henceforth be the reward of ability rather than common birthright, and second, that the greater should rule the lesser. Loki urged their case, his arrogant face upthrust and crowned with bright red hair. He spoke in words, a method which disturbed Huxley’s host, telepathic rapport being the natural method of mature discussion. But Loki had closed his mind to it.
Jove answered him, speaking for all: “My son, your words seem vain and without serious meaning. We can not tell your true meaning, for you and your brothers have decided to shut your minds to us. You ask that the ancient knowledge be made the reward of ability. Has it not always been so? Does our cousin, the ape, fly through the air? Is not the infant soul bound by hunger, and sleep, and the ills of the flesh? Can the oriole level the mountain with his glance? The powers of our kind that set us apart from the younger spirits on this planet are now exercised by those who possess the ability, and none other. How can we make that so which is already so?
“You demand that the greater shall rule the lesser. Is it not so now? Has it not always been so? Are you ordered about by the babe at the breast? Does the waving of the grass cause the wind? What dominion do you desire other than over yourself? Do you wish to tell your brother when to sleep and when to eat? If so, to what purpose?”
Vulcan broke in while the old man was still speaking. Huxley felt a stir of shocked repugnance go through the council at this open disregard of good manners..”Enough of this playing with words. We know what we want; you know what we want. We are determined to take it, council or no. We are sick of this sheeplike existence. We are tired of this sham equality. We intend to put on end to it. We are the strong and the able, the natural leaders of mankind. The rest shall follow us and serve us, as is the natural order of things.”
Jove’s eyes rested thoughtfully on Vulcan’s crooked leg. “You should let me heal that twisted limb, my son.
“No one can heal my limb!”
“No. No one but yourself. And until you heal the twist in your mind, you can not heal the twist in your limb.”
“There is no twist in my mind!”
“Then heal your limb.”
The young man stirred uneasily. They could see that Vulcan was making a fool of himself.
Mercury separated himself from the group and came forward.
“Hear me. Father. We do not purpose warring with you. Rather it is our intention to add to your glory. Declare yourself king under the sun. Let us be your legates to extend your rule to every creature that walks, or crawls, or swims.
Let us create for you the pageantry of dominion, the glory of conquest. Let us conserve the ancient knowledge for those who understand it, and provide instead for lesser beings the drama they need. There is no reason why every way should be open to everyone. Rather, if the many serve the few, then will our combined efforts speed us faster on our way, to the profit of master and servant alike.
Lead us. Father! Be our King!”