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THE MAGIC LABYRINTH by Philip Jose Farmer

The Moor said, “I’ve been through it.”

They stared at him.

“When?” Frigate said.

“Last night. I decided that if I could get all the way out, I could get all the way back in. I succeeded, though it wasn’t easy. I couldn’t stroll through as a full-fledged Ethical would.”

Burton growled, “That’s fine for you. I apologize for what I said about all Sufis being charlatans. But what about the rest of us? Suppose we don’t want to go back to The Valley? And if we do, then we’ll tell people the truth. Not that everybody will believe us. There are still Christians and Moslems and so forth who’ve refused to abandon their religion. Also, I imagine there’ll be many Chancers who’ll cling to their tenets.”

“That’s their problem,” Nur said. “However, I don’t wish to stay here. I’ll go back to The Valley willingly. I have work to do there. I must work until I Go On.”

“That doesn’t mean that you’ll be gathered to the bosom of the Creator,” Burton said. “Scientifically, all Going On means is that you will no longer be detectable by their scientists’ instruments.”

“As Allah wills it, so be it,” Nur said.

Burton considered the prospect of staying here. He would have such power as nobody on Earth had ever had and few on the Riverworld.

To gain it, though, he would have to remove Loga. Kill him or imprison him. Would the others collaborate with him? If they didn’t, he’d have to get them out of the way. He could resurrect them in The Valley, where they were going anyway. But he would be lonely. Alice wouldn’t go along with him. No, he’d not be lonely. He could resurrect in the tower all sorts of agreeable companions, men and women.

He shuddered. The temptation had passed through him like a nightmare. He didn’t want that sort of power, and he would forever feel he was a traitor if he did have it. Besides, it was evident that he couldn’t be entrusted with ,it.

But what about Loga? Wasn’t he a traitor?

Yes. In a sense. Burton, however, agreed with him that the candidates in The Valley should be given more, much more, time than the other Ethicals had planned. He himself, he felt, would need that extension.

He looked at the faces around the table. Were there thoughts such as his behind those dour expressions? Was one or more than one struggling with temptation?

He’d have to watch them. Make sure that they didn’t try anything reprehensible.

He drank some of the yellow wine and said, “Is everybody agreeable to returning to The Valley? A show of hands, please.”

Everybody raised their hands except Tom Turpin. They looked hard at him. Grinning, he raised his hand.

“I was thinking of all the good times I could have here. But I don’t want to stay. Man, I couldn’t handle it. Only… I wonder if Loga’d let me take a piano with me.”

Alice burst into tears. “All those souls! I thought that I had an answer but…”

A screen on the wall glowed, and Loga’s smiling face appeared.

“Come here!” he shouted. He laughed. “Come here!” He laughed again. “The dominant has just succumbed, and I’ve just gotten a message from the other! Alice, you were right! Oh, how you were right!”

They ran into the control room and gathered around the Ethical. There was the display on the screen, glowing with the most recent communication.

Then they cheered and whooped and flung their arms about each other and got off the platform and danced.

After a while, Loga shouted for attention.

“Remember, it’s still dying! But it’s given me permission to replace the module! I have to leave at once!”

It would be sadly ironic, thought Burton, if the computer died before Loga could get to it.

Ten minutes later, as they were waiting for his call in the dining hall, he appeared grinning on a screen.

“It’s done! It’s done! I’ve already given the order to start the resurrection again!”

They cheered and cried and embraced again. Turpin sat down at the piano and played the “St. Louis Rag.”

“It’s been a long, long River, but we made it to the end!” Alice shrieked. Her big dark eyes seemed to glow like a video screen, Tier whole being radiated joy. She had never looked more beautiful.

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