It took Chandler’s breath awaynot because it was untrue, but because it had never occurred to him that gods were aware of their divinity.
“We’re gods, love, with the privilege of electing mortals to the club. Don’t judge us by anything that has gone before. Don’t judge us by anything. We are a New Thing.
We don’t have to conform to precedent because we upset all precedents. From now on, to the end of time, the rules will grow from us.”
She patted her lips briskly with a napkin and said, “Would you like to see something? Let’s take a little walk.”
She took him by the hand and led him across the room, out to a sundeck on the other side of the restaurant. They were looking down on what had once been a garden.
There were people in it; Chandler was conscious of sounds coming from them, and he was able to see that there were dozens of them, perhaps a hundred, and that they all seemed to be wearing suntans like his own.
“From Tripler?” he guessed.
“No, love. They pick out those clothes themselves.
Stand there a minute.”
The girl in the coronet walked out to the rail of the sundeck, where pink and amber spotlights were playing on nothing. As she came into the colored lights there was a sigh from the people in the garden. A man walked forward with an armload of leis and deposited them on the ground below the rail.
They were adoring her.
Rosalie stood gravely for a moment, then nodded and returned to Chandler.
“They began doing that about a year ago,” she whispered to him, as a murmur of disappointment came up from the crowd. “Their own idea. We didn’t know what they wanted at first, but they weren’t doing any harm.
You see, love,” she said softly, “we can make them do anything we like. But we don’t make them do that.”
Hours later, Chandler was not sure just how, they were in a light plane flying high over the Pacific, clear out of sight of land. The moon was gold above them, the ocean black beneath.
Chandler stared down as the girl circled the plane, slipping lower toward the water, silent and perplexed. But he was not afraid. He was almost content. Rosie was good companygay, cheerfuland she had treasures to share.
It had been an impulse of hers, a long drive in her sports car and a quick, comfortable flight over the ocean to cap the evening. It had been a pleasant impulse. He reflected gravely that he could understand now how generations of country maidens had been dazzled and despoiled. A touch of luxury was a great seducer.
The coronet on the girl’s body could catch his body at any moment. She had only to think herself into his mind, and her will, flashed to a relay station like the one he was building for Koitska, at loose in infinity, could sweep into him and make him a puppet. If she chose, he would open that door beside him and step out into a thousand feet of air and a meal for the sharks.
But he did not think she would do it. He did not think anyone would, really, though with his own eyes he had seen some anyones do things as bad as that and sicken-ingly worse. There was not a corrupt whim of the most diseased mind in history that some torpid exec had not ““visited on a helpless man, woman or child in the past years. Even as they flew here. Chandler knew, the gross bodies that lay in luxury in the island’s villas were surging restlessly around the world; and death and shame remained where they had passed.
It was a paradox too great to be reconciled, this girl and this vileness. He could not forget it, but he could not feel it in his glands. She was pretty. She was gay. He began to think thoughts that had left hhn alone for a long time.
The dark bulk of the island showed ahead and they were sinking toward a landing.
The girl landed skillfully on a runway that sprang into light as she approachedelectronic wizardry, or the coronet and some tethered serf at a switch? It didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered very greatly at that moment to Chandler.
“Thank you, love,” she said, laughing. “I liked that. It’s all very well to use someone else’s body for this sort of thing, but every now and then I want to keep my own in practice.”
She linked arms with him as they left the plane. “When I was first given the coronet here,” she reminisced, amuse-ment in her voice, “I got the habit real bad. I spent six awful monthsreally, six months in bed! And by myself at that. Oh, I was all over the world, and skin-diving on the Barrier Reef and skiing in Norway andwell,” she said, squeezing his arm, “never mind what all. And then one day I got on the scales, just out of habit. Do you know what I weighed?” She closed her eyes in mock horror, but they were smiling when she opened them again. “I won’t do that again, love. Of course, a lot of us do let ourselves go. Even Koitska. Especially Koitska. And some of the women But just between us, the ones who do really didn’t have much to keep in shape in the first place.”
She led the way into a villa that smelled of jasmine and gardenias, snapped her fingers and subdued lights came on. “Like it? Oh, we’ve nothing but the best. What would you like to drink?”
She fixed them both tall, cold glasses and vetoed Chandler’s choice of a sprawling wicker chair to sit on.
“Over here, love.” She patted the couch beside her. She drew up her legs, leaning against him, very soft, warm and fragrant, and said dreamily, “Let me see. What’s nice?
What do you like in music, love?”
“Oh … anything.”
“No, no! You’re supposed to say, ‘Why, the original-cast album from Fancy Free.’ Or anything else I starred in.” She shook her head reprovingly, and the points of her coronet caught golden reflections from the lights. “But since you’re obviously a man of low taste I’ll have to do the whole bit myself.” She touched switches at a remote-control set by her end of the couch, and in a moment dreamy strings began to come from tri-aural speakers hidden around the room. It was not Fancy Free. “That’s better,” she said drowsily, and in a moment, “Wasn’t it nice in the plane?”
“It was fine,” Chandler said. Gentlybut firmlyhe sat up and reached automatically into his pocket.
The girl sighed and straightened. “Cigarette? They’re on the table beside you. Hope you like the brand. They only keep one big factory going, not to count those terrible Russian things that’re all air and no smoke.” She touched his forehead with cool fingers. “You never told me about that, love.”
It was like an electric shockthe touch of her fingers and the touch of reality at once. Chandler said stiffly, “My brand. But I thought you were there.”
“Oh, only now and then. I missed all the naughty partsdiough, to tell the truth, that’s why I was hanging around. I do like to hear a little naughtiness now and then.. . but all I heard was that stupid lawyer and that stupid judge. Made me mad.” She giggled. “Lucky for you. I was so irritated I decided to spoil their fun too.”
Chandler sat up and took a long pull at his drink.
~iously,,, it seemed to sober him. He said: “It’s nothing.
I happened to rape a young girl. Happens every day. Of course, it was one of your friends that was doing it for me, but I didn’t miss any of what was going on, I can give you a blow-by-blow description if you like. The people in the town where I lived, at that time, thought I was doing it on my own, though, and they didn’t approve.
Hoaxingyou know? They thought I was so perverse and cruel that I would do that sort of thing under my own power, instead of with some execor, as they would have put it, being ignorant, some imp, or devil, or demon pulling the strings.”
He was shaking. He waited for what she had to say; but she only whispered, “I’m sorry, love,” and looked so contrite and honest that, as rapidly as it had come upon him, his anger passed.
He opened his mouth to say something to her. He didn’t get it said. She was sitting there, looking at him, alone and soft and inviting. He kissed her; and as she returned the kiss, he kissed her again, and again.
But less than an hour later he was in her Porsche, cold sober, raging, frustrated, miserable. He slammed it through the unfamiliar gears as he sped back to the city.