Sixth Column — Robert A. Heinlein — (1949)

“What does that mean?” Scheer inquired.

“Nothing, yet. But it will, when the time comes. Now look — Graham, you’re an artist. You’re going to have to get dinner with your left hand for a few days. Your right will be busy sketching out ideas for robes and altars and props in general — sacerdotal stuff. Guess the interior and exterior of the temple will be mostly up to you, too.”

“Where will the temple be located?”

“Well, now, that’s a question. It shouldn’t be too far from here unless we abandon the Citadel entirely. That doesn’t seem expedient; we need it for a base and a laboratory. But the temple can’t be too close, for we can’t afford to attract special attention to this mountainside.” Ardmore drummed on the table. “It’s a difficult matter.”

“Why not,” offered Dr. Brooks, “make this the temple?”

“Huh?”

“I don’t mean this room, of course, but why not put the first temple right on top of the Citadel? It would be very convenient.”

“So it would, doctor, but it would certainly draw a lot of unhealthy attention to — Wait a minute! I think I see what you mean.” He turned to Wilkie. “Bob, how could you use the Ledbetter effect to conceal the existence of the Citadel, if the Mother Temple sat right on top of it?

Could it be done?”

Wilkie looked more puzzled and collie-doggish than ever. “The Ledbetter effect wouldn’t do it. Do you especially want to use the Ledbetter effect? Because if you don’t it wouldn’t be hard to rig a type-seven screen in the magneto-gravitic spectrum so that electromagnetic type instruments would be completely blanked out. You see — ”

“Of course I don’t care what you use! I don’t even know the names of the

— stuff you laboratory boys use — all I want is the results. O. K. — you take care of that. We’ll completely design the temple here, get all the materials laid out and ready to assemble down below, then break through to the surface and run the thing up as fast as possible. Anyone have any idea how long that will take? I’m afraid my own experience doesn’t run to building construction.”

Wilkie and Scheer engaged in a whispered consultation. Presently Wilkie broke off and said, “Don’t worry too much about that, Chief. It will be a power job.”

“What sort?”

“You’ve got a memorandum on your desk about the stuff. The traction and pressure control we developed from the earlier Ledbetter experiments.”

“Yes, Major,” Scheer added, “you can forget it; I’ll take care of the job. With tractors and pressors in an aggravitic field, it won’t take any longer than assembling a cardboard model. Matter of fact, I’ll practice on a cardboard model before we run up the main job.”

“O.K., troops,” Ardmore smilingly agreed, with the lightheartedness that comes from the prospect of plenty of hard work, “that’s the way I like to hear you talk. The powwow is adjourned for now. Get going! Thomas, come with me.”

“Just a second, Chief,” Brooks added as he got up to follow him,

“couldn’t we — ” They went out the door, still talking.

Despite Scheer’s optimism the task of building a temple on the mountain top above the Citadel developed unexpected headaches. None of the little band had had any real experience with large construction jobs. Ardmore,

Graham, and Thomas knew nothing at all of such things, although Thomas had done plenty of work with his hands, some of it carpentry. Calhoun was a mathematician and by temperament undisposed to trouble himself with such menial pursuits in any case. Brooks was willing enough but he was a biologist, not an engineer. Wilkie was a brilliant physicist and, along lines related to his specialty, a competent engineer; he could design a piece of new apparatus necessary to his work quite handily.

However, Wilkie had built no bridges, designed no dams, bossed no gangs of sweating men. Nevertheless the job devolved on him by Hobson’s choice. Scheer was not competent to build a large building; he thought that he was, but he thought in terms of small things, tools, patterns, and other items that fitted into a machine shop. He could build a scale model of a large building, but he simply did not understand heavy construction.

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