Yet in the matter of Jill’s stigma, it could not be either of these things. Dozens of times he had put out his hand to stroke that scarred cheek and until he had come back from the equation world, the angry scar had stayed no matter how often he might touch it. The reasoning he had outlined might stand so far as Whisperer was concerned, but it failed to explain Jill’s cheek. The particular ability or magic or whatever it might be had to be newly acquired, and there was only one place where he could have acquired it.
He looked at his hands again and they were the same old hands he had used his entire life. There was no sign of a fresh ability or magic in them.
He rose from the boulder and thrust his hands into his jacket pockets to get them from his sight. The bells at the basilica were still tolling. He could continue his walk but the walk had gone sour on him. There was no place he wanted to go.
He would go back to the apartment, he decided. Jill would not be there and it would be lonely, but perhaps he could occupy his time by cooking dinner, although it was a bit early to start dinner. He knew what he’d do – he’d tackle an involved gourmet dish that would take a lot of time and keep him busy, although in the end it probably would prove inedible. No, he told himself, that was not a good idea. He wanted to surprise Jill with dinner on the table, and it would do no good to surprise her with a mess she could not eat. It would seem strange for him to cook – Hubert always cooked, with Jill helping out now and then.
Coming around a sharp bend in the path, he came to a halt, staring at the figure striding up the path toward him. The walker wore a purple, belted robe with the skirt hiked up at the belt to keep it from dragging in the dust. It was Cardinal Theodosius, he saw, wearing a brilliant scarlet skullcap.
Tennyson stepped out of the path to give the robot room. When he came up, the cardinal halted.
‘Your Eminence,’ said Tennyson, ‘I did not know you were a walker.’
‘Nor am I,’ said Theodosius. ‘Although I hear you are.’
‘Yes, I am. Perhaps sometime we should take a hike together. For me it would be a pleasant experience. I would hope it might be for you. There is so much to see and talk about.’
‘Beauty?’ asked the cardinal. ‘The beauty of the land?’
‘That is what I meant. Far off the mountains and close by the flowers that bloom along the way.’
‘Beauty in your eyes, but not in mine,’ said the cardinal. ‘When your people made us robots, you left out of us certain faculties, and among these is what you call appreciation of beauty. For me there are other kinds of beauty. The beauty of logic, of a magnificent abstraction that one can think upon for hours.’
‘That’s is too bad. You miss so much if you do not have our sense of beauty.’
‘And you, perhaps, from lacking ours.’
‘I am sorry, Eminence. I meant no offense.’
‘It is quite all right,’ said Theodosius. ‘I took no offense. In fact, I am feeling too well to take offense at anything at all. This walk is a great adventure for me. I cannot recall that I ever was this far from Vatican. But this, I can assure you, is not an idle stroll. I’m off to find an Old One.’
‘An Old One? Why an Old One?’
‘Because they appear to be good neighbors that we have ignored too long and more than likely slandered in our view of them. I understand that one of them may be found in the hills back of Decker’s cabin. Do you know aught of that?’
‘Decker never spoke of it,’ said Tennyson. ‘Are you sure?’
‘So it has been said. Through the years. One of the Old Ones keeps watch of us from the hills above Decker’s place.’
‘If the Old Ones have kept watch over you all these thousand years, they must know something of you. Of Vatican, I mean.’
‘Much more,’ said the cardinal, ‘than we may have suspected. But I must be upon my way. The Old One may be hard to find. Drop in to see me someday soon; we could enjoy a few hours in pleasant conversation.’
‘Thank you,’ said Tennyson. ‘I’ll do that.’
He stood in the path and watched the cardinal until he disappeared from view over a low ridge. Then he turned about and went down the path toward Vatican.
Reaching his apartment, he put out his hand to the knob, then pulled it back, shrinking from entering the emptiness and loneliness he would find there. He stood there, with his hand pulled back, raging at himself for his lack of courage. Finally he reached out again, turned the knob, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
There was no emptiness or loneliness. The fire was blazing brightly and Jill was rising from the couch to greet him. He rushed across the room, seized her in his arms, pulled her tight against him, clinging to her. ‘I’m so glad you’re here,’ he told her softly. ‘I was afraid you wouldn’t be.’
Gently she pushed him away. ‘I’m not the only one who’s here,’ she said. ‘Whisperer has come back.’
He looked quickly about the room and saw no sign of him.
‘I don’t see him.’
‘He’s here inside my mind,’ she said. ‘He wants to be in yours as well. He comes to take us back to the equation world.’
‘Heaven!’
‘Yes, Jason. The equation folk have found the way to Heaven. They can take us there.’
Fifty-one
Late in the day, Theodosius found the Old One that he sought.
He walked up close to it and waited for it to notice him. It made no sign it did.
Finally Theodosius spoke. ‘I’ve come to visit you,’ he said.
The Old One began its vibrating, drumming sound, and after a time words formed in the vibrations.
‘Welcome to my place,’ it said. ‘I seem to recognize you. You were standing on the steps, were you not, when I brought the Decker home?’
‘Yes, I was. I am Enoch Cardinal Theodosius.’
‘Oh, you are that cardinal. I have heard of you. Tell me, could the organic being that stood on the steps with you have been the Tennyson?’
‘Yes, it was Tennyson. He was a friend of Decker’s.’
‘So I understand,’ said the Old One.
‘You said you had heard of me. Do you know many of us? Or have you heard of many of us?’
‘I know no one,’ said the Old One. ‘I observe. That only.’
At first, the Old One had seemed to talk with effort, but Theodosius noticed that after a few sentences, he now was speaking more easily and fluently.
‘We have been unneighborly, I fear,’ said the cardinal, ‘and I beg your pardon for it. This visit should have been paid centuries ago.’
‘You were afraid of us,’ said the Old One. ‘You feared us greatly and we did not correct the fear. You feared us out of the figments of your mind and not because of anything we did. We did not correct the fear, for we have no real concern with you. Our concern is with the planet, and you are but a passing phase upon the planetary surface. What small concern we have with you regards how you treat the planet.’
‘I think we have treated it rather well,’ said the cardinal.
‘Yes, you have, and for that we give you thanks. Perhaps we owe you more than thanks. We may even owe you some assistance. Do you know a Duster?’
‘Duster?’
‘The Decker called it Whisperer. Perhaps you know it by that name.’
‘I have never heard of it,’ said Theodosius.
‘Once there were many of them here upon this planet and then they went away. They left one of them behind. They left a runt behind.’
‘The runt is Whisperer? Decker’s Whisperer?’
‘That is right. And now the runt that was left behind in such disdain by his fellow Dusters begins to show great promise. We are becoming proud of him.’
‘I’d like to meet him,’ said the cardinal. ‘I wonder why I haven’t. Nor heard a mention of him.’
‘You cannot meet him now. He has gone away. With the Jill and the Tennyson he has gone away. Together they go to find the Heaven.’ ,
Theodosius gasped. ‘Heaven! Did you say Heaven?’
‘This Heaven you have heard of? It means something to you?’
‘It means a great deal to us. Can you tell me what Heaven is?’
‘All I can tell you is that the three of them have gone to find it. They have help from others who are called equation folk. People the Listeners found many years ago.’