However, I did not speculate upon that, then. In that moment my reaction to Jamethon Black was only one of recognition. In the darkness of his appearance and his being, in the stillness of his features, the remoteness, the somehow impervious quality like that which Padma possessed-in all these I read him plainly, even without my uncle’s introduction, as one of the superior breed from the younger worlds. One of those with whom, as Mathias had always proved to us, it was impossible for an Earth man to compete. But the preternatural alertness from my just-concluded experience at the Encyclopedia Project was back with me again, and it occurred to me with that same dark and inner joy that there were other ways than competition.
“… Force-Leader Black,” Mathias was saying, “has been taking a night course in Earth history- the same course Eileen was in-at Geneva University. He and Eileen met about a month ago. Now, your sister thinks she’d like to marry him, and go back to Harmony with him when he’s transferred home at the end of this week.”
Mathias’ eyes looked over at Eileen.
“I’ve been telling her it’s up to her, of course,” he finished.
“But I want someone to help me-help me decide what’s right!” burst out Eileen piteously.
Mathias shook his head, slowly.
“I told you,” he said, with his usual, lightless calm of voice, “that there’s nothing to decide. The decision makes no difference. Go with this man-or not. In the end it’ll make no difference either to you or anyone else. You may cling to the absurd notion that what you decide affects the course of events. I don’t-and just as I leave you free to do as you want and play at making decisions, I insist you leave me free to do as I want, and engage in no such farce.”
With that, he picked up his book, as if he was ready to begin reading again.
The tears began to run down Eileen’s cheeks.
“But I don’t know-I don’t know what to do!” she choked.
“Do nothing then,” said our uncle, turning a page of his book. “It’s the only civilized course of action, anyway.”
She stood, silently weeping. And Jamethon Black spoke to her.
“Eileen,” he said, and she turned toward him. He spoke in a low, quiet voice, with just a hint of different rhythm to it. “Do you not want to marry me and make your home on Harmony?”
“Oh, yes, Jamie!” she burst out. “Yes!”
He waited, but she did not move toward him. She burst out again.
“I’m just not sure it’s right!” she cried. “Don’t you see, Jamie, I want to be sure I’m doing the right thing. And I don’t know-I don’t knowl”
She whirled about to face me.
‘ ‘Tarn!” she said. * ‘What should I do? Should I go? ”
Her sudden appeal to me rang in my ears like an echo of the voices that had poured in on me in the Index Room. All at once the library in which I stood and the scene within it seemed to lengthen and brighten strangely. The tall walls of bookshelves, my sister, tear-streaked, appealing to me, the silent young man in black-and my uncle, quietly reading, as if the pool of soft light about him from the shelves behind him was some magic island moated off from all human responsibilities and problems-all these seemed suddenly to reveal themselves in an extra dimension.
It was as if I saw through them and around them all in the same moment. Suddenly I understood my uncle as I had never understood him before, understood that for all his pretense of reading he had already worked to decide which way I should jump in answer to Eileen’s question.
He knew that had he said “Stay” to my sister, I would have gotten her out of that house by main force if necessary. He knew it was my instinct to oppose him in everything. So, by doing nothing, he was leaving me nothing to fight against. He was retreating into his devil-like (or godlike) indifference, leaving me to be humanly fallible, and decide. And, of course, he believed I would second Eileen’s wish to go with Jamethon Black.
But this once he had mistaken me. He did not see the change in me, my new knowledge that pointed the way to me. To him, “Destructf” had been only an empty shell into which he could retreat. But I now, with a son of fever-brightness of vision, saw it as something far greater-a weapon to be turned even against these superior demons of the younger worlds.
I looked across at Jamethon Black now, and I was not awed by him, as I had ceased to be awed by Padma. Instead, I could not wait to test my strength against him.
“No,” I said quietly to Eileen, “I don’t think you should go.”
Site stared at me, and I realized that unconsciously she had reasoned as my uncle had, that I must end up telling her to do what her heart wanted. But Hiad struck her all adrift now; and I went eagerly ahead to anchor my judgment firmly in those things she believed, choosing my words with care.
They came easily to my mind.
“Harmony’s no place for you, Eileen,” I said gently. “You know how different they are from us, here on Earth. You’d be out of place. You couldn’t measure up to them and their ways. And besides, this man’s a Force-Leader.” I made myself look across sympathetically at Jamethon Black; and his thin face looked back at me, as free of any resentment or pleading for my favor as the blade of an axe.
“Do you know what that means, on Harmony?” I said. “He’s an officer in their military forces. At any moment his contract may be sold, away from you. He may be sent places you can’t follow. He may not come back for years-or ever at all, if he’s killed, which is likely. Do you want to let yourself in for that?” And I added brutally, “Are you strong enough to take that kind of emotional punching, Eileen? I’ve lived with you all your life and I don’t think so. You’d not only let yourself down, you’d let this man down.”
I stopped talking. My uncle had not looked up from his book all this time, and he did not look up now; but I thought-and I took a secret satisfaction from it-that his grip upon its covers trembled a little, in betrayal of feelings he had never admitted having.
As for Eileen, she had been staring at me unbelievingly all the time I talked. Now, she gave one heavy gasp that was almost a sob, and straightened up. She looked toward Jamethon Black.
She did not say anything. But that look was enough. I was watching him, too, for some betraying sign of emotion; but his face only saddened a little, in a gentle way. He took two steps toward her, until he was almost standing at her side. I stiffened, ready to shove myself between them if necessary to back up my opinion. But he only spoke to her, very softly, and in that odd, canting version of ordinary speech that I had read that his people used among themselves, but which had never fallen upon my ears before.
“Thou wilt not come with me, Eileen?” he said.
She shook, like a light-stemmed plant in unfirm ground when a heavy step comes by, and looked away from him.
“I can’t, Jamie,” she whispered. “You heard what Tarn said. It’s true. I’d let you down.”
“It is not true,” he said, still in the same low voice.
“Do not say you cannot. Say you will not, and I will go-”
He waited. But she only continued to stare away from him, refusing to meet his gaze. And then, finally, she shook her head.
He drew a deep breath at that. He had not looked at me or Mathias since I had finished speaking; and he did not look at either of us now. Still without pain or fury visible in his face, he turned and went softly out of the library, and out of the house and my sister’s sight forever.
Eileen turned and ran from the room. I looked at Mathias; and he turned a page of his book, not looking up at me. He never referred to Jamethon Black or the incident again, afterward.
Nor did Eileen.
But less than six months later she quietly entered her contract for sale to Cassida and was shipped off to a job on that world. A few months after she arrived she married a young man, a native of the planet named David Long Hall. Neither Mathias nor I heard about it until some months after the marriage had taken place, and then from another source. She, herself, did not write.