Silence.
“You are an unusual man, Mr. Asher,” the cop beside him said. “Crazy or not, whatever it is that has gone wrong with you. you are one of a kind.” He nodded slowly, as if deep in thought. “This is not an ordinary kind of insanity. This is not like anything I have ever seen or heard before. You talk about the whole uni- verse-more than the universe, if that is possible. You impress me and in a way you frighten me. I am sorry I grappled you, now that I have listened to you. Don’t shoot me. I’ll release your vehicle and you can fly off; I won’t pursue you. I’d like to forget what I’ve heard in the last few minutes. You talk about God and a counter-God and a terrible battle that seems to be lost, lost to the power of the counter-God, I mean. This does not fit with anything I know of or understand. Go away. I’ll forget you and you can forget about me.” Wearily, the cop plucked at his metal mask.
“You can’t let him go,” the speaker sputtered.
“Oh, yes I can,” the cop said. “I can let him go and I can forget everything he’s said, everything I’ve heard.”
“Except that it’s recorded,” the speaker sputtered.
The cop reached down and pressed a button. “I just erased it,” he said.
“I thought the battle was over,” Herb Asher said. “I thought God had won. God has not won. I know that even though you are letting me go. But maybe it is a sign, your releasing me. I see some response in you, some amount of human warmth.”‘
“I am not a machine,” the cop said.
“But will that continue to be true?” Herb Asher said. “I wonder. What will you be a week from now? A month? What will we all become? And what power do we have to affect it?”
The cop said, “I just want to get away from you, a long distance away.
“Good,” Herb Asher said. “It can be arranged. Someone must tell the world the truth,” he added. “The truth you know, that I told you: that God is in combat and losing. Who can do it?”
“You can,” the cop said.
“No,” Herb Asher said. But he knew who could. “Elijah can,” he said. “It is his task; this is what he has come for, that the world will know.”
“Then get him to do it,” the cop said.
“I will,” Herb Asher said. “That’s where I will go; back to my partner, back to Washington, D.C.”
I will forego the Fox, he said to himself; that is the loss I must accept. Bitter sorrow filled him as he realized this. But it was a fact; he could not be with her now, not until later.
Not until the battle had been won.
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As the cop ungrappled his vehicle from Herb Asher’s he said a stirange thing. “Pray for me, Mr. Asher,” he said. ‘I will,” Herb Asher said. His vehicle released, he swung it in a great looping arc, and headed back toward Washington, D.C. The police car did not follow. The cop had kept his word.
CHAPTER 19
From their audio shop he called Elias Tate, waking him up from deepest sleep. “Elijah,” he said. “The time has come.
“What?” Elias muttered. “Is the store on fire? What are you talking about? Was there a break-in? What did we lose?”
“Unreality is coming back,” Herb Asher said. “The universe has begun to dissolve. It is not the store; it is everything.”
“You’re hearing the music again,” Elias said.
“Yes.”
“That is the sign. You are right. Something has happened, something he-they-did not expect. Herb, there has been an- other fall. And I slept. Thank God you woke me. Probably it is not in time. The accident-they allowed an accident to occur, as in the beginning. Well, thus the cycles fulfill themselves and the prophecies are complete. My own time to act has now come. Because of you I have emerged from my own forgetfulness. Our store must become a center of holiness, the temple of the world. We must patch into that FM station whose sound you hear; we must use it as it has in its own time made use of you. It will be our voice.”
“What will it say?”
Elias said, “It will say, sleepers awake. That is our message to the listening world. Wake up! Yahweh is here and the battle has begun, and all your lives are in the balance; all of you now
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are weighed, this way or that, for better, for worse. No one escapes, even God himself, in all his manifestations. Beyond this there is no more. So rise up from the dust, you creatures, and begin; begin to live. You will live only insofar as you will fight; what you will have, if anything, you must earn, each for himself, and each now, not later. Come! This will be the tune that we will play over and over. And the world will hear, for we shall reach it all, first a little part, then the rest. For this my voice was fash- ioned at the beginning; for this I have come back to the world again and again. My voice will sound now, at this final time. Let us go. Let us begin. And hope it is not too late, that I did not sleep too long. We must be the world’s information source, speaking in all the tongues. We will be the tower that originally failed. And if we fail now, then it ends here, and sleep returns. The insipid noise that assails your ears will follow a whole world to its grave, and rust will rule and dust will rule-not for a little time but for all time and all men, even their machines; for all that lies ahead.”
“Gosh,” Herb Asher said.
“Observe our pitiful condition at this moment. We, you and I, know the truth but have no way to bring it to the world. With the station we will have a way; we will have the way. What are the call letters of that station? I will fone them and offer to buy them.”
“It’s WORP FM,” Herb Asher said.
“Hang up, then,” Elias said. “So that I can call.”
‘Where will we get the money?”
“I have the money,” Elias said. “Hang up. Time is of the essence.
Herb Asher hung up.
Maybe if Linda Fox will make a tape for us, he thought, we can play it on our station. I mean, it shouldn’t all be limited to warning the world. There are other things than Belial.
His fone rang; it was Elias. “We can buy the station for thirty million dollars,” Elias said.
“Do you have that much?”
“Not immediately,” Elias said. “But I can raise it. We will sell the store and our inventory for openers.”
“Jesus Christ,” Herb Asher protested weakly. “That’s how we make our living.”
Elias glared at him.
“Okay,” Herb said.
“We will have a baptismal sale,” Elias said, “to liquidate our inventory. I will baptize everyone who buys something from us. I will call on them to repent at the same time.”
“Then you fully remember your identity,” Herb Asher said.
“I do now,” Elias said. “But for a time I had forgotten.”
“If Linda Fox will let you interview her-”
“Only religious music will be played on the station,” Elias said.
“That’s as bad as the soupy strings. Worse. I’ll say to you what I said to the cop; play the Mahler Second-play something interesting, something that stimulates the mind.”
“We’ll see,” Elias said.
“I know what that means, ‘ Herb Asher said. “I had a wife who used to say ‘We’ll see.’ Every child knows that means-”
“Perhaps she could sing spirituals,” Elias said.
Herb Asher said, “This whole business is beginning to get me down. We have to sell the store; we have to raise thirty million dollars. I can’t cope with South Pacific and I don’t expect to be able to cope any better with ‘Amazing Grace.’ Amazing Grace always sounded to me like some bimbo at a massage parlor. If I’m offending you I’m sorry, but that cop almost hauled me off to jail. He said I’m here illegally; I’m a wanted man. That means you’re probably wanted, too. What if Belial kills Emmanuel? What happens to us? There’s no way we can survive without him. I mean, Belial pushed him off Earth; he defeated him before. I think he’s going to defeat him this time. Buying one FM station in Washington, D.C. isn’t going to change the tide of battle.”
“I’m a very persuasive talker,” Elias said.
“Yeah, well Belial isn’t going to be listening to you and nei- ther will be the ones he controls. You’re a voice-” He paused. “I was going to say, ‘A voice crying in the wilderness.’ I guess you’ve heard that before.”