ENTOVERSE

“It shall be as the new gods command,” Shingen-Hu assured him.

“And we don’t want sacrifices, killings, atonements, cleansings, or any more of that kind of thing. Try being nice to people for a change. Help them get what they want. You’d be amazed at the results.”

“The commandments will be obeyed.”

Remembering what had happened to the Jevlenese, Hunt waved at the machine, waiting with the others already aboard, its rotors idling. “This and the other miracles will cease. They don’t belong here. The people will have to learn to develop their own ways of solving their problems and catering to their needs, in ways that are natural to this place. In that way, they will develop also.”

“We shall await the Word.”

“And that’s about it.” Hunt extended a hand. Shingen-Hu looked at it, hesitated, and then returned the gesture. They shook firmly. Then Hunt climbed up and turned from the door for a last view. As the note of the turbines rose, Eubeleus ran forward from the knot of priests and notables standing ahead of the awestruck crowd.

“What’s this?” he screeched. “You’re not leaving me here? You can’t!’’

“There isn’t a lot of choice,” Hunt called back. “You don’t seem to have grasped the point yet, Eubeleus, old chap. We have intact minds out there to return into. You don’t.”

And of course, Eubeleus hadn’t. He still thought that this was a software illusion manufctured by JEVEX, and had no idea how he had come to be part of it.

“Don’t worry too much about it for now,” Hunt shouted as the Chinook began to rise. “You should have plenty of time to figure it out.’’

And as the crowd watched in silent reverence, the machine climbed away to hang over the city, its rotors flashing in the sunshine as a testament to the new, unimagined powers that had visited Waroth. The form froze into a white outline that persisted for a second longer. . . And then it was gone.

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE

The Shapieron was back on its pad at Geerbaine. The edges of the hole that it had torn through the city roof had been trimmed back to remove the immediate hazard from the looser debris, but no real work had commenced on repairing the damage yet. No doubt the Jevlenese would get around to it eventually.

There were no crowds or any public ceremony. Garuth and a small party from PAC drove out from the city—the tubes weren’t running that day—to see off the group who were returning to Earth and to make their farewells, most of which were personal rather than func­tions of any office. Not many of the Jevlenese at large were aware that the scientists who were leaving had had much connection with recent events, anyway. All they knew was that the ballyhoo about JEVEX returning two weeks previously had fizzled out, and after all the hype about Eubeleus’s migration to Uttan, not a lot seemed to be happening there. (Actually, a lot of Thunen vessels had been arriving at Uttan, but that wasn’t general knowledge yet.) Besides that, the hotheads who had seized PAC with the collusion of some elements of the Shiban police had changed their tune suddenly and surren­dered; the Ganymeans were back again—but this time they were more committed to setting up a native Jevlenese administration in­stead of trying to run things directly themselves; and nobody could get a headworld trip for any price anymore.

Leyel Torres and a deputation of crew officers from the Shapieron were waiting at the spaceport to add their own farewells. The groups met in the main departure lounge, watched curiously by onlookers going about regular business and others assembling to travel back on the same ship—which again would be the Vishnu. The Thuriens were still being as casual as ever about taking anyone who wanted to go, and—especially after the latest complications-steering clear of any involvement in human politics. If any Terran or Jevlenese fac­tion, sect, authority, government, party, union, church—or whatever other form of organization humans insisted on banding themselves together into to interfere with each others’ lives—had a problem with it, they could settle it among themselves by their own incomprehen­sible methods.

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