"So I had always believed," said Chiddy.
"Well, the one I saw when I was here before wasn't all that beautiful, which means some evil-doer must have come along and painted over it. That was when Canthorel inspired Glumshalak to provide the Compendium in its place. And when Glumshalak's efforts were thwarted by T'Fees, someone, and I'd like to believe it was Canthorel, put it back the way it was supposed to be."
"The way it was at first?" said Chiddy, still sounding somewhat indignant.
"Well, Chiddy," she said, "it certainly didn't make sense the way it was when T'Fees cleaned it. Would you choose to put something like that on your walls to guide your people?"
Chiddy gestured, no.
"And it was badly painted, too," said the president thoughtfully. "Chad took pictures of it, and it was quite dreadful. If I had been Canthorel, I'd have been as upset at the lack of artistry as at the misrepresentation of what I was teaching! We feel so fortunate that Canthorel came to set things right. Even T'Fees saw it happen!"
Chad voiced agreement, backed by all the little SAs.
"T'Fees did see it happen," Chiddy agreed. "T'Fees just isn't willing to believe any of his own eyes!"
The Big SA took this as a cue to speak at length on the subject of belief, quoting Scripture to the point, citing several of the Fresco panels as exemplary. Benita thought he should have been an actor instead of an SA, though maybe one had to be an actor to be a Big SA. In any case, Chiddy had to stand there listening out of Pistach politeness, until the president whispered in the SA's ears, and he let Chiddy escape dazedly back down the exit ramp.
Benita watched Chiddy go. He seemed depressed. She felt a little sorry for him, the way she had felt sorry for the children, sometimes, when she had had to say "no playing until homework" or go "write your spelling words." One had to do it, but one still regretted the sadness it caused. Of course later, at least in Angelica's case, there had been the jubilation at getting an A, so it was all worth it. She wondered when Chiddy would realize he was getting an A.
He evidently passed along the comment that T'Fees had willfully chosen to restore an evil version of the Fresco, for a little later they saw T'Fees led by in shackles. Benita said she hoped they wouldn't hurt him, and was assured they intended only to regress him to age twelve, select him as a quality improvement consultant, for which job they already knew he had skills, and provide him with rigorous training.
Despite the combined feelings of weariness, relief, and subdued elation that most of the humans felt, there was also unspoken agreement among them that getting out before too many questions could be asked might be an excellent idea. Chad saw a number of the Chapter members standing at the foot of the stairs, and he walked over to suggest the immediate departure of the Earthians. The Chapter members seemed more than willing to see them go as soon as possible. It was obvious that the members needed to get their heads together and talk about what had happened. They were shifting from one set of feet to another, twitching their mouthparts, exhibiting all the signs of distraction. They were not too distracted, however, to summon Chiddy and Vess and the two Inkleozese, who seemed even jollier than usual as they agreed it was time to leave Pistach-home.
Benita and Chiddy were standing beside the ramp when Carlos came from the direction of the village, walking beside a Pistach whom Benita thought she knew. As they came closer, she identified Chiddy's nootch, Varsi, the one she'd given the scarf to on her first trip to Pistach-home. Varsi, the nice one.
"Ke greets someone," called the nootch.
"Mother," said Carlos. "It's wonderful to see you. Is everything working out well? Varsi tells me there's been a miracle."
Benita took a deep breath and held it, then blinked a time or two. "Carlos?" she said, uncertainly.
"It's been fun here," he said, smiling. "But I'm dying to get back to school. I've really let things slide there, and it's going to take major effort to get back on track." He moved past her, holding his hand out to Chiddy. "Chiddy, good to see you again. Your nootch has told me so many stories about you..."
"Wha... ?" Benita said to the nootch, as Carlos moved on toward the ramp.
"For someone, a gift," warbled the nootch, through her translator device. "In return for a gift received. A small expression of esteem.
Ke bowed, and moved toward the ramp, following Carlos.
Benita turned to glare at Chiddy. "You did it."
"I did not," he said, moving his shoulders from side to side in Pistach negation. "You told me not to. I wouldn't have gone against your will, Benita. You know I respect you too much to do that."
"Then who?" she demanded.
"Varsi," he confessed, almost in a whisper. "She told me when we got here. It was while we were gone. She couldn't bear to let him be so unhappy. Not even if he wished it."
"What did she... I mean it... I mean the nootch, do?"
"Not much, really," Chiddy said, looking anywhere but at her.
"But, is that really him?"
"Are you really you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Varsi did Carlos a welcome reversal, as ton'i, Vess and I, did for you when ton'i first met. Someone had... ghosts. Someone had troubles. Ghosts and troubles were sent away."
"That's all?"
"Yes. My nootch says it didn't take a lot. Not a regression, which ke would not have had the authority to do, anyhow. Ke told me it was just a little envy removal. Just enough so Carlos did not measure everything against some other person. Plus just enough forgetting not to resent the world. And then, too, ke has been giving him sleep lessons in good manners." He frowned, or did with his face what Pistach do when they are troubled. "Do you want to report ker to the athyci? Do you want ker to be punished? If so, Vess and Chiddy should also be punished."
Wordless, Benita shook her head. No. No. Punished for what?
They boarded the ship, and she went on down a main gangway into her own roomlet, where she found Carlos reading a book that he said the "reverend with the president" had given him.
"It looks interesting," he remarked. "Will we sleep on the flight home, like we did before?"
She shook her head, still wordless. He looked different. It was in the eyes, the muscles around the mouth. He looked at her, not past her, as though he saw her.
"We won't have to sleep so much, no. It's a big ship, and evidently being on a big ship is less tiring. There's an empty room next door to this one, that you can have."
"Hey," he said. "Cool. It'll be fun hearing about what happened on the way."
And without fuss, he departed to the next roomlet, taking the book with him.
During the trip, Carlos was charming. He was respectful to Chad, boyishly awed by the president, sincere and intent with the Big SA. He talked art endlessly with the artists, asking intelligent questions. During the trip, Benita watched him, bouncing back and forth between awe and jealousy. A nootch! Who wasn't even human! And look what she'd managed to do!
During the trip, Chiddy and Vess stayed away from the humans and busied themselves ostentatiously with running the spaceship, though both Benita and Chad knew it hardly took any effort to run.
At breakfast on the first "day" of the journey, they asked one of the Inkleozese what the feeling had been on Pistach-home about what had happened.
"Yes, please tell us," murmured the president. "How were they reacting?"
The Inkleozese made a chuckling sound. "The majority of the people of Pistach have decided it was a miracle. The Chapter closed the House of the Fresco after T'Fees's people cleaned it, so few if any of the Pistach actually saw it the way it was, though rumors flew, of course. Since any wise government knows it is best to go along with the majority of the people, it is very likely that the curators will confirm that it was a miracle and leave well enough alone. There is precedent for this. On a former occasion, as Chiddy may have told you, the Chapter decided not to upset the status quo by inquiring into the real content of the Fresco. Since the current Fresco maintains tha
t status quo, they will no doubt come to a like conclusion.
"Of course," and she actually laughed, "they have never seen human art. Our sisters who visited you on Earth have seen it. They have told us all about the remarkable talents of humans. It was amusing to see the Chapter members teetering on their ethical slide, deciding whether to inquire about or even mention the artistry of Earthians. Several of them finally got up the courage to ask me if I had seen Earthian art. Of course, I had to be honest. I told them, no, I had not."
Then she turned to the president and asked softly, "Have the Pistach really done so much for your people?"
"They really have," he murmured. "A lot of things they speak of doing are things many humans have wanted to do but have never been able to muster a mandate to get them done. Things like legalizing drugs to take out the profit motive. Or paying teachers the way we do athletes, depending on how effective they are. Or getting rid of weapons whose only purpose is to kill people."
"Is a mandate necessary?"
"If you're going to overcome an economic incentive, yes."
"Logic has no part?"
"No part at all. People can see the problem, they're not stupid, but they can't influence the legislators the way money can. Even when bad situations go on and on until the people are desperate for a correction, even when they threaten legislators with voting them out, the money still prevails."
"It is hard for me to see how this could happen."
Chad said, "The legislators react to a problem by writing a law, let's say to put repeat drunk drivers in jail. The liquor industry objects, because they don't like a lot of discussion about drunkenness, it hurts their image. The legislators react by amending the law to create a commission to study how best to jail drunk drivers. Then, when the budget bills come along, they fund only the commission. The appointees to the commission include representatives of the liquor industry.
"This allows the legislators to claim success, because the law got voted in. The liquor industry also claims success, because they made sure the law won't work.
"The next step is to hire a lot people to work for the commission, many of whom are also liquor industry supporters, and the commission begins to issue long, complicated, vaguely pointless reports. Now, however, there are jobs involved, and legislators can't get rid of jobs, even useless ones.
"Then, repeatedly, the lawmakers amend the law further, tweaking this and changing that, but always adding more jobs, until we have a bureaucratic monstrosity that's in the business of helping the liquor industry prevent legislation against drunk drivers. That's the way our Forestry Service got to be owned by the lumbermen, and our DEA got to be owned by the drug cartels, welfare got to be owned by a social work hierarchy, and schools got to be owned by professional educationalists. None of them work, because that's not what they're designed to do."
The Inkleozese nodded. "I see. The Pistach wouldn't accept that, of course. It's ineffectual."
The president nodded. "The Pistach don't have opposing political parties shooting one another out of the sky just for the fun of it, or legislators who sell their votes. The Pistach are way ahead of us technologically, and they're blessed pragmatists, and we need them. We really, really do."
"And you think you'll achieve Tassifoduma?" She cocked her head at him.
Benita, watching, saw something of the praying mantis in her stance and realized with a shock that if they didn't achieve Tassifoduma, all the men on Earth would be useable as brooders by the Inkleozese. The Assessor Emeritus turned her slightly mocking gaze on Benita, who flushed and looked at her feet.
The president murmured, "Nothing is ever sure in the world... in the galaxy, but we'll certainly come closer with the Pistach than we would without."
Benita and Chad went with the Inkleozese as she left the room.
"And how do you rationalize this little... joke you played on the Pistach?" the Inkleozese asked, staring at Benita and Chad.
Benita looked at Chad, and then at the ceiling.
He said, "I've heard Benita quote her grandfather about civilized people trying to cope with the problems caused by belief in savage gods left over from barbaric yesterdays. It seemed to us that since Chiddy and Vess have been helping us with that problem, it's only right we should help them with similar problems in our turn. They don't tell us everything while they're helping us, Chiddy's journal made that clear, so it would be quid pro quo if we didn't tell them everything while we're helping them."
The Assessor Emeritus was dropped off on Inkleoza, still laughing every time she looked at the president, and after that, the humans went on home.
Chiddy and Vess joined Benita as she was leaving the ship, the last human to do so but Carlos. Before the Pistach took the large ship back to Inkleoza, Carlos was getting a lift to California so he could make his apologies to the foundation.
"We'll be back in a few days," said Chiddy, rather formally. "You can take a few days to figure out what you're going to tell me," he said. "About what happened."
She gave him a long, level look. "I don't need a few days, Chiddy. Do you respect the Inkleozese?"
"You know we do."
"If the Inkleozese approve of what happened, why would you expect me to tell you anything?"
"I don't know," he said, making his peculiar, not-human shrug.
"You and Vess were very selective about what you told us, but I don't hold it against you."
"Urn," he said, giving her a strange look.
When he returned in a much smaller ship, several days later, she asked, "How are things back on Pistach-home?"
He said thoughtfully, "Very... settled. They've decided to take images of the Fresco. And every planet is going to have a set of the images on the walls of its Fresco House. That way, no evil-doer can corrupt us just by repainting one set. And they'll put them behind glass and clean them every season, so everyone can see them, and there won't be any doubt that we're good people..."
"I never had any doubt," she said, adding, not quite truthfully, "Neither did the president."
On Inkleoza-SOMETIME
Senator Byron Morse, together with the members of his cabal, plus several hundred other pregnant men, spent the last months of their confinement in idle luxury at a rest home, high in the hills of a lovely forested area on Inkleoza. Fed and massaged and petted, they awaited deliverance, which, when it came, was far worse than anything they had ever experienced. Far, far worse, though it was over in a few hours, more or less, except for the few who didn't survive, Briess among them. When the chewing started, Briess had committed suicide, something the Inkleozese had never thought to guard against.
Afterward, temporarily tranquilized and permanently traumatized, they spent a brief convalescence in somewhat modified luxury before being returned home, along with Bert Shipton, who had been fed and housed in much less luxury during his stay on the planet.
Senator Byron Morse, Dink Dinklemier, and Prentice Arthur were dropped off on Morse's doorstep shortly after Christmas, a little over a year after they left home. They entered to find the house empty and dusty. A note on the coffee table was dated a full year before:
"By... don't know when you're getting back. The Pistach say when you've had a baby. I thought we covered that in prenup! Funny, huh? The governor appointed a replacement for you in the Senate since you had less than two years and were going to be gone over a year of it. She's a Democrat, wouldn't that frost you? When those Inkleo-whatsits said they'd be using you and the other pro-life people as brooders whenever they needed to, most states chose pro-choice or women candidates instead. Like you always used to say, motherhood and careers don't mix!
"Still, it's not the end of the world. Your old law partner called. He's wanting you to come back to work, filing class actions against the Pistach. Guns have taken to shooting the shooter instead of the shootee, usually some guy trying to rob a liquor store, though the other day it was some high school kid trying to knock off his teachers, and some munitions people are
claiming interference with trade. I'm going down to Mexico for the holidays, with Mama. Acapulco, maybe. Get a little sun, a little relaxation. I'll go on back to Baltimore with her. No point my staying here all alone in this house. When you come in, call me. Let me know how you are. Love, Lupe."
He poured himself a scotch, and invited the others to partake while he went back to the kitchen to call Janet and ask about the boys.
"I just got back," he said.
"I figured it would be any time now," she said in a dry voice, totally unlike herself. "It must have been a terrible experience for you.
"I don't remember anything about it," he lied.
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