And then, suddenly, Grace leaned over to Wang-mu and said, quite seriously, “All right, Chinese girl, what’s your scam?”
“Scam?” asked Wang-mu.
“You mean I have to get the confession from the white boy? They train these boys to lie, you know. If you’re white they don’t let you grow up to adulthood if you haven’t mastered the art of pretending to say one thing while actually intending to do another.”
Peter was appalled.
Suddenly the whole family erupted in laughter. “Bad hospitality!” cried Grace’s husband. “Did you see their faces? They thought she meant it!”
“But I do mean it,” said Grace. “You both intend to lie to me. Arrived on a starship yesterday? From Moskva?” Suddenly she burst into what sounded like pretty convincing Russian, perhaps of the dialect spoken on Moskva.
Wang-mu had no idea how to respond. But she didn’t have to. Peter was the one with Jane in his ear, and he immediately answered her, “I hope to learn Samoan while I’m assigned here on Pacifica. I won’t accomplish that by babbling in Russian, however you might try to goad me with cruel references to my countrymen’s amorous proclivities and lack of pulchritude.”
Grace laughed. “You see, Chinese girl?” she said. “Lie lie lie. And so lofty-sounding as he does it. Of course he has that jewel in his ear to help him. Tell the truth, neither one of you speaks a lick of Russian.”
Peter looked grim and vaguely sick. Wang-mu put him out of his misery — though at the risk of infuriating him. “Of course it’s a lie,” said Wang-mu. “The truth is simply too unbelievable.”
“But the truth is the only thing worth believing, isn’t it?” asked Grace’s son.
“If you can know it,” said Wang-mu. “But if you won’t believe the truth, someone has to help you come up with plausible lies, don’t they?”
“I can make up my own,” said Grace. “Day before yesterday a white boy and a Chinese girl visited my friend Aimaina Hikari on a world at least twenty years’ voyage away. They told him things that disturbed his entire equilibrium so he could hardly function. Today a white boy and a Chinese girl, telling different lies from the ones told by his pair, of course, but nevertheless lying their lips off, these two come to me wanting to get my help or permission or advice about seeing Malu –”
“Malu means ‘being calm,'” added Grace’s husband cheerfully.
“Are you still awake?” asked Grace. “Weren’t you hungry? Didn’t you eat?”
“I’m full but fascinated,” answered her husband. “Go on, expose them!”
“I want to know who you are and how you got here,” said Grace.
“That would be very hard to explain,” said Peter.
“We’ve got minutes and minutes,” said Grace. “Millions of them, really. You’re the ones who seem to have only a few. So much hurry that you jump the gulf from star to star overnight. It strains credulity, of course, since lightspeed is supposed to be an insuperable barrier, but then, not believing you’re the same people my friend saw on the planet Divine Wind also strains credulity, so there we are. Supposing that you really can travel faster than light, what does that tell us about where you’re from? Aimaina takes it for granted that you were sent to him by the gods, more specifically by his ancestors, and he may be right, it’s in the nature of gods to be unpredictable and suddenly do things they’ve never done before. Myself, though, I find that rational explanations always work out better, especially in papers I hope to get published. So the rational explanation is that you come from a real world, not from some heavenly never-never land. And since you can hop from world to world in a moment or a day, you could come from anywhere. But my family and I think you come from Lusitania.”
“Well, I don’t,” said Wang-mu.
“And I’m originally from Earth,” said Peter. “If I’m from anywhere.”
“Aimaina thinks you come from Outside,” said Grace, and for a moment Wang-mu thought the woman must have figured out how Peter came into existence. But then she realized that Grace’s words had a theological meaning, not a literal one. “The land of the gods. But Malu said he’s never seen you there, or if he did he didn’t know it was you. So that leaves me right back where I started. You’re lying about everything, so what good does it do to ask you questions?”