I stepped right up to him. He did not move.
“Who’re you trying to fool?” I said. “Who? I see through you just like the people on all the other worlds do! I know you know what a mumbo-jumbo your United Churches are. I know you know the way of life you sing of through your nose so much isn’t what you claim it is. I know your Eldest Bright and his gang of narrow-minded old men are just a gang of world-hungry tyrants that don’t give a damn for religion or anything as long as they get what they want. I know you know it-and I’m going to make you admit it!”
And I shoved the memo under his nose.
“Read it!”
He took it from me. I stepped back from him, shaking badly as I watched him.
He studied it for a long minute, while I held my breath. His face did not change. Then he handed it back to me.
“Can I give you a ride to meet Graeme?” I said. “We can get across the lines in the OutBond’s air-car. You can get the surrender over with before any shooting breaks out.”
He shook his head. He was looking at me in a particularly level way, with an expression I could not understand.
“What do you mean-no?”
“You’d better stay here,” he said. “Even with ambassadorial flags, that air-car may be shot at over the lines.” And he turned as if he would walk away from me, out the door.
“Where’re you going?” I shouted at him. I got in front of him and pushed the memo before his eyes again. “That’s real. You can’t close your eyes to that!”
He stopped and looked at me. Then he reached out and took my wrist and put my arm and hand with the memo aside. His fingers were thin, but much stronger than I thought, so that I let the arm go down in front of him when I hadn’t intended to do so.
“I know it’s real. I’ll have to warn you not to interfere with me any more, Mr. Olyn. I’ve got to go now.” He stepped past me and walked toward the door.
“You’re a liar!” I shouted after him. He kept on going. I had to stop him. I grabbed the solidograph from his desk and smashed it on the floor.
He turned like a cat and looked at the broken pieces at my feet.
“That’s what you’re doing!” I shouted, pointing at them.
He came back without a word and squatted down and carefully gathered up the pieces one by one. He put them into his pocket and got back to his feet, and raised his face at last to mine. And when I saw his eyes I stopped breathing.
“If my duty,” he said in a low, controlled voice, “were not in this minute to-”
His voice stopped, I saw his eyes staring into me; and slowly I saw them change and the murder that was in them soften into something like wonder.
“Thou,” he said softly, “thou hast no faith?”
I had opened my mouth to speak. But what he said stopped me. I stood as if punched in the stomach, without the breath for words. He stared at me.
“What made you think,” he said, “that that memo would change my mind?”
“You read it!” I said. “Bright wrote you were a losing proposition here, so you weren’t to get any more help. And no one was to tell you for fear you might surrender if you knew.”
“Is that how you read it?” he said. “Like that?”
“How else? How else can you read it?”
“As it is written.” He stood straight facing me now and his eyes never moved from mine. “You have read it without faith, leaving out the Name and the will of the Lord. Eldest Bright wrote not that we were to be abandoned here, but that since our cause was sore tried, we be put in the hands of our Captain and our God. And further he wrote that we should not be told of this, that none here should be tempted to a vain and special seeking of the martyr’s crown. Look, Mr. Olyn. It’s down there in black and white.”
“But that’s not what he meant! That’s not what he meant!”
He shook his head. “Mr. Olyn, I can’t leave you in such delusion.”
I stared at him, for it was sympathy I saw in his face. For me.
“It’s your own blindness that deludes you,” he said. “You see nothing, and so believe no man can see. Our Lord is not just a name, but all things. That’s why we have no ornament in our churches, scorning any painted screen between us and our God. Listen to me, Mr. Olyn. Those churches themselves are but tabernacles of the earth. Our Elders and Leaders, though they are Chosen and Anointed, are still but mortal men. To none of these things or people do we hearken in our faith, but to the very voice of God within us.”
He paused. Somehow I could not speak.
“Suppose it was even as you think,” he went on, even more gently. “Suppose that all you say was a fact, and that our Eiders were but greedy tyrants, ourselves abandoned here by their selfish will and set to fulfill a false and prideful purpose. No.” Ja-methon’s voice rose. “Let me attest as if it were only for myself. Suppose that you could give me proof that all our Elders lied, that our very Covenant was false. Suppose that you could prove to me”-his face lifted to mine and his voice drove at me-“that all was perversion and falsehood, and nowhere among the Chosen, not even in the house of my father, was there faith or hope! If you could prove to me that no miracle could save me, that no soul stood with me, and that opposed were all the legions of the universe, still I, I alone, Mr. Olyn, would go forward as I have been commanded, to the end of the universe, to the culmination of eternity. For without my faith I am but common earth. But with my faith, there is no power can stay me!”
He stopped speaking and turned about. I watched him walk across the room and out the door.
Still I stood there, as if I had been fastened in place-until I heard from outside, in the square of the compound, the sound of a military air-car starting up.
I broke out of my stasis then and ran out of the building.
As I burst into the square, the military air-car was just taking off. I could see Jamethon and his four hard-shell subordinates in it. And I yelled up into the air after them.
“That’s all right for you, but what about your men?”
They could not hear me. I knew that. Uncontrollable tears were running down my face, but I screamed up into the air after him anyway.
“You’re killing your men to prove your point! Can’t you listen? You’re murdering helpless men!”
Unheeding, the military air-car dwindled rapidly to the west and south, where the converging battle forces watted. And the heavy concrete walls and buildings about the empty compound threw back my words with a hollow, wild and mocking echo.
CHAPTER 28
I should have gone to the spaceport. Instead, I got back into the air-car and flew back across the lines looking for Graeme’s Battle Command Center.
I was as little concerned about my own life just then as a Friendly. I think I was shot at once or twice, in spite of the ambassadorial flags on the air-car, but I don’t remember exactly. Eventually I found the Command Center and descended.
Enlisted men surrounded me as I stepped out of the air-car. I showed my Credentials and went up to the battle screen, which had been set up in open air at the edge of shadow from some tall variform oaks. Graeme, Padma and his whole staff were grouped around it, watching the movements of their own and the Friendly troops reported on it. A continual low-voiced discussion of the movements went on, and a steady stream of information came from the communications center fifteen feet off.
The sun slanted steeply through the trees. It was almost noon and the day was bright and warm. No one looked at me for a long time; and then Janol, turning away from the screen, caught sight of me standing off at one side by the flat-topped shape of a tactics computer. His face went cold. He went on about what he was doing. But I must have been looking pretty bad, because after a while he came by with a canteen cup and set it down on the computer top.
“Drink that,” he said shortly, and went off. I picked it up, found it was Dorsai whisky and swallowed it. I could not taste it, but evidently it did me some good, because in a few minutes the world began to sort itself out around me and I began to think again.