Maggie and I made a habit thereafter of taking a walk together after dinner. We went on no more spelling bees; not only was there no time for such during those last days but also neither one of us felt like trying to work up another foursome with Zeb away. Sometimes I could spare only twenty minutes or even less before I would have to be back at my desk-but it was the high point of the day; I looked forward to it.
Even without leaving the floodlighted main cavern, without leaving the marked paths, there were plenty of wonderfully beautiful walks to take. If I could afford to be away as much as an hour, there was one place in particular we liked to go-north in the big room, a good half mile from the buildings. The path meandered among frozen limestone mushrooms, great columns, domes, and fantastic shapes that have no names and looked equally like souls in torment or great exotic flowers, depending on the mood one was in. At a spot nearly a hundred feet higher than the main floor we had found a place only a few feet off the authorized path where nature had contrived a natural stone bench. We could sit there and stare down at the toy village, talk, and Maggie would smoke. I had taken to lighting her cigarettes for her, as I had seen Zeb do. It was a little attention she liked and I had learned to avoid getting smoke caught in my throat.
About six weeks after Zeb had left and only days before M-Hour we were doing this and were talking about what it would be like after the revolution and what we would do with ourselves. I said that I supposed I would stay in the regular army, assuming that there was such and that I was eligible for it. ‘What will you do, Maggie?’
She exhaled smoke slowly. ‘I haven’t thought that far, John. I haven’t any profession-that is to say, we are trying our best to make the one I did have obsolete.’ She smiled wryly. ‘I’m not educated in anything useful. I can cook and I can sew and I can keep house; I suppose I should try to find a job as a housekeeper-competent servants are always scarce, they say.’
The idea of the courageous and resourceful Sister Magdalene, so quick with a vibroblade when the need arose, tramping from one employment bureau to another in search of menial work to keep her body fed was an idea at once distasteful to me-‘General Housework & Cooking, live in, Thursday evenings & alternate Sundays off; references required.’ Maggie? Maggie who had saved my own probably worthless life at least twice and never hesitated nor counted the cost. Not Maggie!
I blurted out, ‘Look, you don’t have to do that.’
‘It’s what I know.’
‘Yes, but-well, why don’t you cook and keep house for me? I’ll be drawing enough to support both of us, even if I have to go back to my permanent rank. Maybe it isn’t much but-shucks! you’re welcome to it.’
She looked up. ‘Why, John, how very generous!’ She crushed out the cigarette and threw it aside. ‘I do appreciate it-but it wouldn’t work. I imagine there will be just as many gossips after we have won as before. Your colonel would not like it.’
I blushed red and almost shouted, ‘That wasn’t what I meant at all!’
‘What? Then what did you mean?’
I had not really known until the words came out. Now I knew but not how to express it. ‘I meant-Look, Maggie, you seem to like me well enough . . . and we get along well together. That is, why don’t we-‘ I halted, hung up.
She stood up and faced me. ‘John, are you proposing marriage-to me?’
I said gruffly, ‘Uh, that was the general idea.’ It bothered me to have her standing in front of me, so I stood up, too.
She looked at me gravely, searching my face, then said humbly, ‘I’m honored . . – and grateful . . . and I am deeply touched. But-oh, no, John!’ The tears started out of her eyes and she started to bawl. She stopped as quickly, wiping her face with her sleeve, and said brokenly, ‘Now you’ve made me cry. I haven’t cried in years.’