‘A couple of weeks]’ Evans was shocked. *You are naive indeed, young man, to think anything of this magnitude can even be started in such a short time as that. And yes, there are dozens of matters – hundreds – that should be discussed before I can even start to work intelligently.’
So discussions went on and on and on – and it was three days before Garlock and Belle ‘ported themselves up into the Pleiades and the starship displaced itself again to Margonia.
Meanwhile, on Margonia, James James James the Ninth went directly to the heart of his job by leading Lola and Fao into Delcamp’s office and setting up its Gunther blocks.
‘You said you want me to build your starship. Okay, but I want you both – Fao especially – to realize exactly what that means. I know what to do and how to do it. I can handle your Operators and get the job done. However, I can’t handle either of you, since you both out-Gunther me, and I’m not going to try to. But there can’t be two bosses on any one job, to say nothing of three or seventeen. So either I run the job or I don’t. If either of you steps hi, I step out and don’t come back in. And remember that you’re not doing us any favors – it’s strictly vice versa.”
‘Jim!’ Lola protested. Fao’s hackles were very evidently on the rise; Delcamp’s face was hardening. ‘Don’t be so rough, Jim, please. That’s no way to…’
‘If you can pretty this up, pet, I’ll be glad to have you say it for me. Here’s what you have to work on. If I do the job they’ll have their starship in a few weeks. The way they’ve been going, they won’t have it in twenty-five years. And the only way to get that bunch out there to really work is to tell each one of them to cooperate or else – and enforce the “or else”.’
‘But they’d quit!’ Delcamp protested. They’ll all quit!’
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quences? Hardly.’ James said.
‘But you wouldn’t do that – you couldn’t’
‘I wouldn’t?’
‘Of course he wouldn’t,’ Lola put in, soothingly, ‘except as a very last resort And, even at worst, Jim could build it almost as easily with common labor. You Primes don’t really have to have any Operators at all, you know; but all your Operators together would be perfectly helpless without at least one Prime.’
‘Why?’
‘Oh, didn’t you know? After the ship is built and the fields are charged and so on, everything has to be activated – the hundred and one things that make it so nearly alive – and that is strictly a Prime’s job. Even Jim can’t do it.’
‘I see … or, rather, I don’t see at all.’ Fao said thoughtfully. She was no longer either excited or angry. ‘A few weeks against twenty-five years … what do you think of his time estimate, Deg?’
‘I hadn’t thought it would take nearly that long; but this “activation” things scares me. Nothing in my theory even hints at any such things. So – if there’s so much I don’t know yet, even in theory, it would take a long time. Maybe I’d never get it.’
‘Well, anyway, I want our Celestial Queen done in weeks, not years,’ Fao said, extending her hand to James and shaking his vigorously. ‘So I promise not to interfere a bit. If I feel any such urge coming on, I’lTdash home and lock myself up in a closet until it dies. Fair enough?’
Since Fao really meant it, that was fair enough.
For a whole day James did nothing except study blueprints, going over in detail and practically memorizing every drawing that had been made. He then went over the ship, studying minutely every part, plate, member, machine and instrument that had been installed. He noted what each man and woman was doing and what they intended to do. He went over material on hand and material on order, paying particular attention to times of delivery. He then sent a few – surprisingly few -telegrams.
Finally he called all fourteen Operators together. He told them exactly what the revised situation was and exactly what
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he was going to do about it. He invited comments.
There was of course a riot of protest; but – in view of what James had said about suspensions and expulsions from the Galaxian Society – not one of them actually quit. Four of them, however, did appeal to Delcamp, considerably to bis surprise, to oust the interloper and to put things back where they had been; but they did not get much satisfaction.
‘James says that he can finish building this starship in a few weeks,’ Delcamp told them, flatly. ‘Specifically, three weeks, if we can get the special stuff made fast enough. Fao and I believe him. Therefore, we have put him in full charge. He will remain in charge unless and until he fails in performance. You are all good friends of Fao’s and mine, and we hope that all of you will stay with the project. If, however, we must choose now between you – any one of you or all of you – and James, there is no need to tell you what the choice will be.’
Wherefore all fourteen went back to work – grudgingly at first and dragging their feet. In a very few hours, however, it became evident to all that James did in fact know what he was doing and that the work was going faster and more smoothly than ever before; whereupon all opposition and all malingering disappeared. They were Operators, and they were all intensely interested in their ship.
Thus, when the Pleiades landed beside the now seething Celestial Queen, Garlock found James with feet on desk, hands in pockets, and scanner on head – apparently doing nothing at all. Nevertheless, he was a very busy man.
‘Hey, Jim!’ A soprano shriek of thought emanated from a gorgeous seventeen-year-old blonde. ‘I can’t read this funny-picture; it’s been folded too many times. Where does this lead go to?’
‘Data insufficient. Careful, Vingie; I’d hate to have to send you back to school.’
‘Pardon me. Unit six, Sub-Assembly Tee Dash Ni-yun. Terminal Fo-wer. From said terminal, there’s a lead – Bee Sub something-or-other – goes somewhere. Where?’
‘B sub Four. It goes to Unit Seven. Sub-Assembly Q dash Three, Terminal Two. And watch your insulation – that’s a mighty hot lead.’
‘Okay, I got that Double Sink Mill Mill; Class Albert Dog
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Kittens. Thanks, boss!’
‘Hi, Jim,’ Garlock said. Then, to Delcamp: ‘I see you’re rolling.’
‘He’s rolling, you mean.’ Delcamp had not yet recovered fully from a state of near-shock. ‘So that’s what an eidetic memory is? He knows every nut, bolt, lead, and coil in the ship!’
‘More than that. He’s checking every move everybody makes. When they’re done, you won’t have to just hope everything was put together right – you’ll know it was.’
And Fao sidled over toward Belle. There was something new about the silver-haired girl, Belle decided instantly. The difference was slight – Belle couldn’t put her finger on it at first. She seemed – quieter? Softer? More subdued? No, definitely. More feminine? No; that would be impossible. More … more adult? Belle hated to admit it, even to herself, but that was what it was.
‘Deg and I got married day before yesterday,” Fao confided via tight beam.
‘Oh – so you’re pregnant \’
‘Of course. I saw to that the first thing. I knew you’d want to be the first one to know. Oh, isn’t it wonderful?’ She seized Belle’s arm and hugged it ecstatically against her side. ‘Oh, I’m sure it is; and I’m so happy for you, Fao!’ And it would have taken the mind of a Garlock to perceive anything either false or forced in thought or bearing.
Nevertheless, when Belle went into Oarlock’s room that night, storm signals were flying high in her almost-topaz eyes.
‘Fao Talaho Delcamp is pregnant!’ she stormed, ‘and it’s all your fault I’
‘Oh no,’ he demurred, trying to snap her out of her obviously savage mood. ‘Not me. Not a chance in the world. It was Deggi.’
‘You know very well what I meant, Clee Garlock! If you hadn’t given her that treatment she’d have kept on fighting with him and they wouldn’t have been married and had any children for positively years. So now she’ll have the first double-Prime baby and it ought to be mine. I’m older than she is – our group is ‘way ahead of theirs – we have the first and only starship – and then you do that. And you wouldn’t give me
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that treatment. Oh, no – just to her] I’d like to strangle you to death with my own bare hands!’
‘What a hell of a logic!’ Garlock had been trying to keep his own temper in leash, but the leash was slipping. ‘Assume I tried to work on you – assume I succeeded – what would you be? What would I have? What age do you think this is – that of the Vikings? When SOP in getting a wife was to beat her unconscious with a club and drag her into the longboat by her hair? Hardly, I do not want and will not have a conquered woman. Nor a spoiled-rotten mentally-retarded brat…’