What did puzzle him was the girl Zina. Something in the situation did not ring right. Yet she had not lied; she could not lie. He had not made it possible for her to deceive; that constituted her fundamental nature: her veracity. All he had to do was ask her.
Meanwhile, he would assume that she was one of the zine; she herself had admitted that she danced. Her name, of course, came from dziana, and sometimes it appeared as she used it, as Zina.
Going up to her, stopping behind her but standing very close to her, he said in her ear, “Diana.”
At once she turned. And as she turned he saw her change. Her nose became different and instead of a girl he saw now a grown woman wearing a metal mask pushed back so that it revealed her face, a Greek face; and the mask, he realized, was the war mask. That would be Pallas. He was seeing Pallas, now, not Zina. But, he knew, neither one told him the truth about her. These were only images. Forms that she took. Still, the metal mask of war impressed him. It faded, now, this image, and he knew that no one but himself had seen it. She would never reveal it to other people. The Divine Invasion
“Why did you call me ‘Diana’?” Zina asked.
“Because that is one of your names.”
Zina said, “We will go to the Garden one of these days. So you can see the animals.”
“I would like that,” he said. “Where is the Garden?”
“The Garden is here,” Zina said.
“I can’t see it.”
“You made the Garden,” Zina said.
“I can’t remember.” His head hurt; he put his hands against the sides of his face. Like my father, he thought; he used to do what I am doing. Except that he is not my father.
To himself he said, I have no father.
Pain filled him, the pain of isolation; suddenly Zina had disappeared, and the school yard, the building, the city-everything vanished. He tried to make it return but it would not return. No time passed. Even time had been abolished. I have completely forgotten, he realized. And because I have forgotten, it is all gone. Even Zina, his darling and delight, could not remind him now; he had returned to the void.
A low murmuring sound moved slowly across the face of the void, across the deep. Heat could be seen; at this transformation of frequency heat appeared as light, but only as a dull red light, a somber light. He found it ugly.
My father, he thought. You are not.
His lips moved and he pronounced one word.
HAYAH
The world returned.
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CHAPTER 5
Elias Tate, throwing himself down on a heap of Rybys’s dirty clothes, said, “Do you have any real coffee? Not that joke stuff the mother ship peddles to you.” He grimaced.
“I have some,” Rybys said, “but I don’t know where it is.”
“Have you been throwing up frequently?” Ehias said to her, eyeing her. “Every day or so?”
“Yes.” She glanced at Herb Asher, amazed.
“You’re pregnant,” Elias Tate said.
“I’m in chemo!” Rybys said angrily, her face dark red with fury. “I’m heaving up my guts because of the goddam Neurotoxite and the Prednoferic-”
“Consult your computer terminal,” Elias said. There was silence.
“Who are you?” Herb Asher said.
“A Wild Beggar,” Elias said.
“Why do you know so much about me?” Rybys said.
Elias said, “I came to be with you. I’ll be with you from now on. Consult your terminal.”
Seating herself at her computer terminal. Rybys placed her arm in the M.E.D. slot. “I hate to put it to you this way,” she said to Elias and Herb Asher, “but I’m a virgin.”
“Get out of here,” Herb Asher said quietly to the old man.
“Wait until M.E.D. gives her the test result,” Elias said.
Tears filled Rybys’s eyes. “Shit. This is just terrible. I have M.S. and then now this, as if MS. isn’t enough.”
To Herb Asher, Elias said, “She must return to Earth. The authorities will permit it; her illness will be sufficient legal cause.
To the computer terminal, which had now locked onto the M.E.D. channel, Rybys said brokenly, “Am I pregnant?”
Silence.
The terminal said, “You are three months pregnant, Ms. Rommey.”
Rising, Rybys walked to the port of the dome and stared fixedly out at the methane panorama. No one spoke.
“It’s Yah, isn’t it?” Rybys said presently.
“Yes,” Elias said.
“This was planned out a long time ago,” Rybys said.
“Yes,” Elias said.
“And my M.S. is so there is a legal pretext for me to return to Earth.”
“To get you past Immigration,” Elias said.
Rybys said, “And you know all about it.” She pointed at Herb Asher. “He’s going to say he’s the father.”
“He will,” Ehias said, “and he will go with you. So will I. You’ll be checking in at Bethesda Naval Hospital at Chevy Chase. We’ll go by emergency axial flight, high-velocity flight, because of the seriousness of your physical condition. We should start as soon as possible. You already have the papers in your possession, the necessary legal papers requesting a transfer back home.”
“Yah made me sick?” Rybys said. After a pause Elias nodded.
“What is this?” Rybys said furiously. “A coup of some kind? You’re going to smuggle-”
Interrupting her, Elias said in a low, harsh voice, “The Roman X Fretensis.”
“Masada,” Rybys said. “Seventy-three C.E. Right? I thought so. I started thinking so when a Clem told me about the mountain deity at our Station Five.”
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“He lost,” Elias said. “The Tenth Legion was made up of fifteen thousand experienced soldiers. But Masada held out for almost two years. And there were less than a thousand Jews at Masada, including women and children.”
To Herb Asher, Rybys said. “Only seven women and children survived the fall of Masada. It was a Jewish fortress. They had hidden in a water conduit.” To Elias Tate she said, “And Yahweh was driven from the Earth.”
“And the hopes of man,” Elias said, “faded away.”
Herb Asher said, “What are you two talking about?”
“A fiasco,” Elias Tate said briefly.
“So he-Yah-first makes me sick, and then he-” She broke off. “Did he start out from this star system originally? Or was he driven here?”
“He was driven here,” Elias said. “There is a zone around Earth now. A zone of evil. It keeps him out.”
“The Lord?” Rybys said. “The Lord is kept out? Away from Earth?” She stared at Elias Tate.
“The people of Earth do not know,” Elias Tate said.
“But you know,” Herb Asher said. “Right? How do you know all these things? How do you know so much? Who are you?”
Elias Tate said, “My name is Elijah.”
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The three of them sat together drinking tea. Rybys’s face had an embittered, stark expression on it, a look of fury; she said almost nothing.
“What bothers you the most?” Elias Tate said. “The fact that Yah was driven off Earth, that he was defeated by the Adversary, or that you have to go back to Earth carrying him inside you?”
She laughed. “Leaving my station.”
“You have been honored,” Elias said.
“Honored with illness,” Rybys said; her hand shook as she lifted her cup to her lips.
“Do you realize who it is that you carry in your womb?” Elias said.
“Sure,” Rybys said.
“You are not impressed,” Elias said.
“I had my life all planned out,” Rybys said.
“I think you’re taking a small view of this,” Herb Asher said. Both Elias and Rybys glanced at him with distaste, as if he had intruded. “Maybe I don’t understand,” he said, weakly.
Reaching out her hand, Rybys patted him. “It’s OK. I don’t understand either. Why me? I asked that when I came down with the M.S. Why the hell me? Why the hell you? You have to leave your station, too; and your Fox tapes. And lying all day and night in your bunk doing nothing, with your gear on auto. Christ. Well, I guess Job had it right. God afflicts those he loves.”
“The three of us will travel to Earth,” Elias said, “and there you will give birth to your son, Emmanuel. Yah planned this at the beginning of the age, before the defeat at Masada, before the fall of the Temple. He foresaw his defeat and moved to rectify the situation. God can be defeated but only temporarily. With God the remedy is greater than the malady.”
“‘Felix culpa,’ “Rybys said.
“Yes,” Elias agreed. To Herb Asher he explained, “It means ‘happy fault,’ referring to the fall, the original fall. Had there been no fall perhaps there would have been no Incarnation. No birth of Christ.”
“Catholic doctrine,” Rybys said remotely. “I never thought it would apply to me personally.”