“What information?” Sir George’s voice sharpened and his eyes narrowed.
“Explaining that will take some time,” the dragon-man replied, and Sir George nodded brusquely for him to continue.
“Life-bearing worlds are very numerous,” the dragon-man began. “They’re far less common, statistically speaking, than nonlife-bearing or prebiotic worlds, but there are so very many stars, and so very many of them have planets, that the absolute number of life-bearing worlds is quite high.”
The creature paused, and Sir George blinked as he realized he actually understood what the other was talking about. Ideas and concepts he had never imagined, even after all his years in his masters’ service, seemed to flood into his mind as the dragon-man spoke. He didn’t fully understand them—not yet—but he grasped enough to follow what he was being told, and he was vaguely aware that he should have been frightened by the discovery. Yet he wasn’t. That curiosity of his was at work once more, he realized, and something else, as well. Something the dragon-man had done, perhaps.
And perhaps not. He shook himself, grinning lopsidedly at the stretched feeling of his brain, and nodded for the dragon-man to continue.
“While life-bearing worlds are numerous,” the alien said after a moment, “intelligent life is very rare. Counting our own species, and yours, the Federation has encountered less than two hundred intelligent races. While this sounds like a great many, you must recall that the Federation has possessed phase drive and faster-than-light travel—the ability to voyage between stars and their planets—for more than one hundred thousand of your years. Which means that they have discovered a new intelligent species no more than once every five hundred years.”
Sir George swallowed hard. The Englishmen’s experiences in their masters’ service had half-prepared him for such concepts, but nothing could have fully prepared him. Still, much of what the dragon-man was saying wasn’t terribly different from concepts he and Matilda and Father Timothy had been groping towards for years. In fact, the priest had proved more ready than Sir George to accept that Mother Church’s teachings and Holy Scripture’s accounts of things such as the Creation stood in need of correction and revision. Not that even Father Timothy had been prepared to go quite so far as this!
“Of all the species the Federation has encountered, only thirty-two had developed the phase drive themselves, or attained an equivalent technological level, when they were encountered. Those races, more advanced than any others, are full members of the Federation. They sit on its Council, formulate its laws, and enjoy its benefits. The rest of us . . . do not.
“In the eyes of the Federation, less advanced races have no rights. They exist only for the benefit of the Federation itself, although the Council occasionally mouths a few platitudes about the `advanced races’ burden’ and the Federation’s responsibility to `look after’ us inferior races. What it means in practical terms, however, is that we are their property, to be disposed of as they will. As you and your people have become.”
The dragon-man paused once more, and Sir George nodded hard. He could taste the other’s emotions—his hatred and resentment, burning as hot as Sir George’s own—and a distant sort of amazement filled him. Not that he could understand the other, but that under their utterly different exteriors they could be so much alike.
“Some of the subject species, however, are more useful to the `advanced races’ than others,” the dragon-man resumed after a long, smoldering moment. “Yours, for example, has proven very useful as a means to evade the letter of their prime directive, while ours—” the dragon-man seemed to draw a deep breath “—has proven equally valuable as bodyguards and personal servants.”
“Why?” Sir George asked. The question could have come out harsh, demanding to know why the dragon-men should be so compliant and submissive, but it didn’t. There was too much anger—and hatred—in the dragon-man’s “voice” for that.
“Our species is not like yours. We are not only telepaths—among ourselves, at least—but also empaths. While we are not normally able to make other species hear our thoughts, nor able to hear their thoughts, we are able to sense their emotions, their feelings. This makes it very difficult for anyone who might pose a threat to one we have been assigned to guard to slip past us.