West Of The Sun

by Edgar Pangborn

  4

  One of the soft lizard-oil lamps gleamed in Kajana's room, though itwas late and the house was hushed. Paul had not been able to findsleep; Dorothy would be watching at the bedsides of the fourunconscious newcomers from Earth for another hour, until Tejronrelieved her. Paul tapped at Kajana's never-closed doorway. "May Icome in?"

  "Yes, please do." The little man smiled up from his pillows: they werefilled with a stuff like dandelion down, almost as good as feathers."Will you lift me a little?" Paul fussed over him, glad of somethingto do. "I was not sleepy. I finished transcribing from the shorthand,but my thought remains with it."

  "Shorthand--"

  "The talk of this afternoon. You didn't know I was recording it. Youwere all speaking somewhat beyond yourselves, in a way I wanted topreserve. I wish we had better pencils. These last are not bad, blueclay mixed with the graphite, but they still crumble too easily andthe wood is big for my hand. I used the brown ink for thetranscription." He shuffled the gray marsh-reed pages together. "Youmight like to look at it."

  "Yes. Tonight, I think. Doc did say some things worth remembering."

  Kajana smiled. "So did you."

  "Did I...? Pencils are one thing they must have had on the ship inabundance. The library too. Poor Doc, he'd have given anything for thebooks--so would I...."

  Kajana patted his hand. "Maybe it doesn't matter too much, Paul? Wehave our own books to make.... Besides--don't you think Spearman mayhave unloaded some things for us before he took off?"

  "Not a chance. His mind wouldn't work that way."

  "No? Well, you knew him better. Still, he had time, Paul. He knew wecouldn't go after him: you told me he drained the fuel out of onelifeboat before he stole the other. And it was three hours, after youfound he was gone, before you saw the big ship go up over the range."

  "And down," Paul said, still physically shaken with the memory, thesound, the sight of it. "Down into the sea forever."

  "What happened, do you think?"

  "We'll never know. It was a new type of ship. His knowledge of suchthings was ten years old, Lucifer years. Likely the take-off was toocomplex for one man to handle it. After we saw it climb past therange, we stayed there--Doc and Dorothy and Miniaan and I--near thetemple, just stayed there mind-sick and wondering. We saw itreappear--a dot, then a flame. He never quit trying. He had theatomics blazing all the way down. Sometimes they'd lift the ship alittle, and we--I suppose we weren't breathing--we'd think yes--no,yes--no. I even thought: is he going to crash it _here_? But he wasreally many miles to the west, only seemed near, so bright in thatdarkness. A meteor--yes, call him a meteor--burned out and lost. Up tothe very end, until we saw it strike the water near the westernhorizon, he was still trying, a mad insect heaving against the web ofgravity. And we'll never know what he really wanted, either. I have anidea he may not have meant to go back to Earth. I think perhaps hewanted another star--one that never was."

  And Paul wondered: _Should I tell Kajana what Doc said when it was allover? No, not now--not till I understand it myself._ ("I considermyself to blame." "What do you mean?" "Remember when Arek noticed hewas gone? I saw him slip away ten minutes before she spoke. He lookedat me, too. I think I may have known what he meant to do: I saidnothing. Earth is a very distant place, Paul. The Federation isbuilding no more interstellar ships, for a while--for a while." "Butyou--" "I may therefore be to blame. I look within and am confused, asso often. But all the same, here in our world I have helped toestablish a few practical certainties." During that murmuredinterchange by the temple, Dorothy had been quite silent, as if sheneeded no question and answer, and Miniaan had ended it, saying,"Let's go back, and tell the others that something has ended.")

  Kajana's old mind was roving after other matters, to him moreimportant than Spearman or the beautiful lost ship from Earth."Teddy," he said, "do you know, Paul, when the two silver boats cameslipping down out of the sky Teddy only glanced at them once, and camerunning to carry me outdoors so that I could see them too. It was herfirst thought. Her father and mother in her, and what a new selftoo...!" Kajana was having pain, from the old hip-joint injury thatwould never heal. "That transcription, Paul--it's quite verbatim, evento a little hemming and hawing."

  "Good." Paul studied the wizened red face, regretful that hispainter's power could never record what was really Kajana--too muchthat must escape, even if the portrait were faithful to the smallpatient hands, the groove in the left fingers caused by years ofeffort with makeshift writing materials. Sears--and Paul could thinkit now without too much distress--Sears could have understood Kajanabetter. "Can I get you anything?"

  "No, thank you, Paul. I'm very well tonight." But some other thoughtstirred in him, and Paul lingered, knowing what it was: a need for aparticular reassurance, Kajana's only outward concession to hisfrailty. "Paul, what do you really think? When the time comes, will itbe something like a sleep?"

  "I believe so, Kajana. But not soon. We need you."

  The mild face showed gratitude, then calm; it glanced beyond him."Why, Abara--you should be snoring."

  Abara followed his comfortable potbelly into the room; his fluty voicewas indignant: "I never snore." He sank cross-legged by the bed,rocking lightly with a foot in each hand.

  "I've heard you, old man."

  "Lizard-fur!" said Abara. "Hear yourself snoring, of course."

  Paul stretched. "You gentlemen settle down to a good soothing quarrel.I'll take off." Abara's left eyelid lowered and lifted gravely. "Goodnight." "Good night," said the little voices. Leaving the room, Paulheard Abara murmur, "Do you remember...."

  Paul carried a taper from the permanent fire in the common room torelight the lamp in his and Dorothy's bedroom. It was late indeed,near to the time of the rising of the red moon, seen only the nightbefore from the jungle west of Vestoia--what had been Vestoia. Here inthe long room there was still a friendly disorder from the impromptubanquet of the evening. Because of the disturbance when Spearman'sflight was discovered and preoccupation with the illness of thenewcomers, the common room had received only a few housekeepingflurries. Mats were still scattered in the center of the floor;earthen wine cups stood about. Carrying the taper, Paul saw by hisfoot a graded series of round faces drawn on the earth with a twig.Helen was apt to do that when most of her mind was elsewhere: thefaces were made of neat circles, even nose and mouth. Subject to apinch on the bottom from her half-sister, Helen called them teddies.Paul smiled sleepily and stepped around.

  Kajana took pride in the sharp printlike quality of his writing; underlamplight, the brown ink shifted into gold. Kajana had not recordedthe casual beginning of the banquet: the idea had evidently come tohim after some remark of Kamon's. Paul could not remember it clearly,but the old giantess had been roused to it by a thing the rathersad-faced, brown-haired girl Sally Marino had mentioned: the prospectof war on the planet Earth. Kajana had taken down what followed asdirect dialogue; riffling through the gray pages, Paul noticed thatKajana had inserted no comment of his own at all. The phoneticshorthand, Paul knew, was Kajana's invention--ideal for his own use,but he had not been able to teach it even to Nisana. Too intricate,she said, needing the hyperacute ear which was a gift Kajana could notshare.

  SLADE: There seems never to be a single cause of war, only a group of causes coming to a particular focus in time. Our world, madam--

  WRIGHT: Just Kamon. Somehow we've never formed the habit of courtesy titles, Captain. Names, nicknames, and a few titles of function--as for instance, if Elis were conducting one of our meetings, we'd address him as Governor.

  SLADE: Oh. Pleasant, I should think. Our world, Kamon, is still divided in two parts. An ideological division. There is the Asian Empire of Jenga. Let me show you--the map--

  DUNIN: Here. I grabbed it. And what a map! If only we could make such things!

  DOROTHY: In time, sugar. Takes mighty complex machinery to make such a map.

  SLADE: One of the thi
ngs that must come on the next trip from Earth. Well--here is the Asian Empire. You can see the vastness of it, one land mass, almost all of a continent--

  MUKERJI: Except my country.

  NORA STERN: Well, naturally, Jimmy--

  MUKERJI: I tend to be sensitive on the point since we joined the Federation somewhat belatedly.

  SLADE: That's the Asian Empire. And there they believe, and have long believed, that individual man is nothing--an ant in a colony--the state is everything, a sole reason for existence. The state--

  WRIGHT: Which exists only in the minds of individual men.

  SLADE: Ye-es.... For them the state takes the place of God, of reason, of ethics, of--Oh, it's be-all and end-all, so far as an individualist like myself can understand their doctrine. A hundred years ago this empire was two great states; they had the same doctrine then but called it by a less honest name, communism, derived from certain naive social theories of about a hundred years earlier--

  SPEARMAN: Naive?

  SLADE: Before I went in for engineering, sir, I majored in history at McGill. With the help of a great deal of coffee, I even read _Das Kapital_. It is not logical even from its own dogmatic premises. Incidentally I think it can still be found in secondhand bookstores.

  SPEARMAN: As a matter of fact, when I left Earth, it was quite readily available in up-to-date editions from the Collectivist Press.

  SLADE: Oh. Yes, I dare say it was.... Well, Kamon, about a hundred years ago those two Asian states, still paying lip service to the--debatable doctrine of communism (satisfactory, Mr. Spearman?)--attacked each other in a long war, making use of recently discovered atomic weapons as well as man-made pestilence and other devices. It was not actually a doctrinal war, but simply a power struggle between two tyrannies. It was hideous, incredibly destructive, and the only saving thing about it was that it prevented them from visiting the same disaster on the rest of the world. Neither side won, of course; a few decades later a new dictator--a little one-eyed zealot from Mongolia--inherited the desolation and built on the ruins a new monolithic state, which still exists.

  AREK: But what actually was this theory--this communism?

  SLADE: Oh, the theory. Originally an appeal to the dispossessed. In the nineteenth century and earlier there were masses of poor, widespread suffering and injustice, too much economic and political power in the hands of a few, who abused their power with stupidity and cruelty. Marx and other theorists imagined, or said they imagined, that the situation could be remedied by reversal--give power to the dispossessed (the proletariat, as they called them) and injustice would right itself. Why they imagined that the proletariat was any more fitted to rule than its oppressors--why they supposed it would not abuse power quite as viciously--they never bothered to explain. Naturally the realists among them weren't concerned with any Utopian outcome: they simply saw the doctrine as a means to personal power for themselves and used it accordingly. The first important one of these was a furious little man named Lenin. He may have believed his own theories for a while--there seems to have been some short-lived experimentation with the contradictions of actual communism when he first won power in Russia--but absolute power corrupts absolutely, as somebody said. The foundations of an old-new despotism were well established before he died--and was unofficially deified and kept in a glass case for the consolation of the atheist faithful. Matter of fact, Arek, a good many things in Earth history would make a cat laugh.... The actual cure for the ugly situation that existed turned out to be a gradual economic leveling combined with the (very slow and difficult) growth of representative government--so that there would be no swollen fortunes, no severe poverty, and no heavy concentrations of unchecked political power. But that was most undramatic procedure: it needed the work of centuries. No bloody revolution could ever achieve such an end, nor could any other evil means ever bring it any nearer. In the Federation we begin to have--an approximation of it. The Asian Empire is merely despotism, old and stale, old as the Pharaohs, committed to the policy of violence and carrying the burden of slavery under modern names: the natural product of fanatic doctrine after the power-hungry have taken it over and made use of it.

  SPEARMAN: Jenga's empire is not collectivism. It is a perversion of it.

  ANN: If you'll excuse me--

  DOROTHY: Honey, of course! I think you got up too soon. The boys are in bed. Come on--let me tuck you in and fuss at you....

  STERN: She's been ill?

  WRIGHT: Yes. For a long time. But now I think she--

  SPEARMAN: What--

  AREK: Captain, tell us about the other part of Earth, the part you come from.

  SLADE: Canada? Oh, you mean the Federation itself. It's very great, miss--I mean, Arek. Let's have the map again, my dear. All of North America--here--parts of South America, the United States of Europe, Union of Islam, Japan, India, parts of Africa outside of Islam--then over here there's Australia and New Zealand, and here's the Republic of Oceania. Almost all the rest of the world, you see. Here's Federal City. Find it? Follow my finger east of Winnipeg--lake country, and very lovely: I was born near there. The city was planned and built new in 1985; seems long ago, isn't really. And then, Arek, there are some small countries which have preferred to keep their national unity outside of the Federation instead of inside it, although they're affiliated with us and there aren't any barriers to travel and other intercourse. A somewhat technical distinction, since local sovereignties are well enough preserved within the Federation.

  WRIGHT: Not entirely a technicality. At the time we left Earth, there were some tendencies in the Federation that could lead to overcentralization, even with the recognition of limited powers. And too much emphasis on the admitted glories of machine civilization. I think it's an excellent thing that some parts of the world should be a little insulated from the enthusiasms of material progress. The Federation itself will be the better for it.

  SLADE: Perhaps. I think I know what you mean, Doctor. I was always a small-government man, myself. Still, under the threat of Jenga--

  STERN: I can't see it as much of a threat.

  SALLY MARINO: I don't know....

  STERN: The empire will break down sooner or later, of its own rigidity.

  SLADE: But while we wait for that, the Federation has to be strong, in the military as well as other senses.

  MUKERJI: If we do just wait for it.

  STERN: Preventive war is an absurdity, Jimmy.

  MUKERJI: Yes, but--

  STERN: Gradualist methods. The Federation can afford to wait. The same gradualist methods that made the Union of Islam possible, so long ago.

  PAUL: I don't think the leadership of Turkey was gradualist exactly, Dr. Stem. It took thirty years after 1960, but considering the problem, that was great speed. Only a people with immense moral courage and good sense would have dared to undertake it at all. They weren't fanatics; they weren't ridden by the devil of one idea; they had to work with intelligent compromise, temperate adjustments, yielding here and sternness there and patience all the time--but once they took up the task they didn't rest or let go, and by 1990 there was a healthy union ready for full membership in the Federation.

  SLADE: Yes, that was speed. I expect you've given your friends here a pretty good account of Earth history?

  PAUL: We've tried. I don't know if we can allow ourselves more than a B-plus. The subject is too enormous, and all we had were imperfect memories. In the midst of o
ur own work for Lucifer, which is--paramount.

  WRIGHT: Not even books. Captain, when you showed us over the ship, it was very difficult for my fingers not to steal a lens and a pocketful of those microtexts....

  SLADE: My dear friend! Why didn't you say so? All you want. That's for your friends here, entirely. No need to take any of our library back to Earth if they can use it.

  WRIGHT: I--excuse me--I don't know what to say.

  SLADE: And by the way, Doctor, before I forget again to mention it: after you left--I think it was in 2060--they perfected a new drug which actually makes the accelerations quite bearable. I don't know too much about it. Muscular relaxation is a factor, and Nora can tell you more about it. But I understand that even for persons past the--optimum age--

  WRIGHT: A moment, please.... I cannot go back to Earth, Captain Slade. You mean it with the greatest kindness but it is impossible.

  SLADE: Why, forgive me, I supposed--I took it for granted--

  WRIGHT: My place is here. This is my work. These are my people.

  TEJRON: I knew--I knew--

  WRIGHT: What, my dear? I don't understand.

  TEJRON: Oh, I should keep silent: this is for you to decide. But you've said it. You won't leave us.

  WRIGHT: No. No, I won't ever leave you. This is my home.

  SLADE: But--

  SPEARMAN: Can't argue with the passion of an expatriate. The grass is always greener--

  PAUL: It could be no other way, Captain, at least for Dr. Wright and me, and I'm certain my wife will say the same when she comes back.

  WRIGHT: In some ways, Captain, the distance between Earth and Lucifer is greater than the simple light years between our two stars.

  SLADE: I'm--sorry. Wasn't expecting it, that's all. Let me get used to the idea a little.

  SPEARMAN: You can consider me neutral, Captain Slade. I have no place on Lucifer. One more utopia. Idealism running contrary to obvious facts. It will break up--fine-spun intellectual quarrels--no central control.

  PAUL: Until, sometime, a strong man takes over and makes an empire out of it...?

  WRIGHT: Please--

  SPEARMAN: No comment....

  STERN: If I might differ with you, Mr. Spearman, it seems to me--after being shown over this lovely island--the domesticated cattle and those wonderful white beasts--the plantations and the houses--the perfect English and adult thinking of our new friends--above all, the school--it seems to me that Dr. Wright and his colleagues are realists of the first water. Of course I'm strongly prejudiced in their favor, because--well, during the twelve years of our journey I dreamed constantly of some such achievement as this myself. So it's like coming home. I'm a doctor, Mr. Spearman; before I was chosen for the journey, I ran a clinic. As an intern, I had a lot of ambulance and emergency service at one of the big hospitals in Melbourne; I saw a superabundance of--let's call them obvious facts. Now I think the sunny quiet here, the good health and intelligence of the children, the gardens, the devotion of these people to each other and to their work, the searching thought they've given to their laws and their future--I fancy those are obvious facts too...?

  WRIGHT: Man is neither good nor bad, but both. But he can swing the balance.

  STERN: Too right. I think I understand you, Doctor--why you want to stay here. I think I understand it very well.

  SLADE: I wouldn't urge you. It's only that I--took something else for granted. Foolishly. Let me be just a listener.

  ELIS: And let me fill your cup. You're behind us, Captain.

  MINIAAN: The big jug is empty. How'd'at happen?

  MUSON: Portrait of a fat woman going away with another big jug.

  PAUL: Bless you, lady.

  MUSON: It was you that finished emptying it. I think.

  NISANA: Couldn't have been me....

  STERN: Are there any important physiological differences?

  WRIGHT: Nothing of first importance. Minor differences in blood chemistry, shape of hands and feet. Our friends have the hind brain in the spinal column, which may be the reason for their better muscular co-ordination and--you know, Doctor, I have often wished that the human race of Earth, which we call Charin, had more room in its head for the expansion of the frontal lobes.

  ELIS: I have a very high opinion of your frontal lobes, Christopher Wright. I have noticed that sometimes a large skull merely rattles.

  STERN: Just the same the point is well taken.

  PAUL: Might call it the miracle of the lobes and wishes.

  PAKRIAA: Why don't you wait till Muson comes back...?

  SALLY MARINO: Don't you--now, maybe this is a foolish question--don't you have to work awfully hard--I mean, with so few technical aids? The--oh, oil lamps, the necessarily primitive--of course, you've done miracles to have as much as you do have, starting from almost nothing. What I'm trying to say, doesn't mere survival take up so much time and effort that it--well, wears you down?

  PAUL: We have shelter, clothing, enough to eat--

  MINIAAN: And drink.

  PAUL: What we call a family, Sally, is made up of members of all three races. Such a unit may have seven or eight adults or more. Shelter, food--the basic needs are supplied by each family working for itself; the large family unit distributes the labor pretty well; and, if any family was stricken with misfortune (none has been so far) the others would all help as a matter of course. Now, we do have the germs of beginning industries in textiles, sugar--

  MINIAAN: Wine making.

  ABARA: The lady is pied.

  MINIAAN: The lady is not pied. Only very happy, and Vestoia is a dead city, and the little illuama will be making their nests where--Oh, Abara, you venerable ruin, I love you, I love you....

  ABARA: Well, not right here in front of all these nice people....

  MUKERJI: Beautiful way of life. Oh, here's Muson. Have we drunk to everybody? Seems as though we must have overlooked somebody, earlier.

  NISANA: I don't think so. Yes, we have. Let's drink to the olifants.

  WRIGHT: And their seven calves....

  PAUL: In textiles, for instance--Nisana does no housework because her worktime is at the loom; each household sends somebody over to work in the fiber and sugar plantations across the lake. The system works, Sally, in this very tiny community where everyone knows and respects everyone else, where all the laws and customs encourage the ironing out of differences before they become serious. And so far, work has never become oppressive. Most of it we enjoy; the boring, unpleasing jobs are shared because we know they have to be done and we don't want anyone to have to carry too much of their weight. And so far, we don't hunger for the complex and fascinating possessions we knew on Earth. Such hungers will come. Communities will grow. The best laws will fail sometimes; there will be disputes, mistakes, injustices. But we are forewarned by memories of Earth. Doc, I'm trying to say things you could say better--

  WRIGHT: No. Go on.

  PAUL: Well.... We plan, tentatively, a hundred family units here at Jensen City, a population of maybe a thousand adults, no larger. When that point is reached (several years away) then we must plan and build another town, probably here on the island. At that point we add new problems and perplexities. We may not need a monetary system until there are several towns; when we do, it will not develop haphazardly, but with the aid of all past knowledge we possess, for safeguard and guidance.

  SLADE: And when there are fifteen or twenty such c
ommunities?

  PAUL: They will want an over-all government; a miniature of a federal system, we suppose. A republic, with fully functional representative procedures, checked and safeguarded against every abuse of power. Because in all our study and memories of history, we've found no other type of government that can operate with fairness to majorities and minorities alike and leave men as free as any social animal can ever be free. For that matter, Captain, we sometimes glance ahead to a time when there will be hundreds or thousands of towns: a time when our great-grandchildren of all three races may want to experiment with large cities, elaborate industries. Such things will bring their own heavy difficulties, but we have reason to hope that our great-grandchildren will have the patience and courage to solve them as they arise. Brodaa, tell them about the school.

  BRODAA: I am not good in exposition, Paul.... We are--strict, Captain, that the children should learn all the tested factual knowledge we can give them. They must read, speak, write--clearly, precisely, honestly. We do not allow them to leave a method half learned, a task half done. If there is a question, they must search for an answer; if there is no sufficient answer known, they must learn to test the insufficient answers and wait judgment. My own language has flaws--I am an old woman--I still go to school, to Paul, Mashana Dorothy, Dr. Wright, to learn more for my own sake and for the little ones I teach. They must learn the fundamental methods and facts as soon as they can start to think at all. We are never afraid of teaching any child too much or too soon--we respect them. Oh, Mashana, I was wishing you would return.

  DOROTHY: Need has arisen for the Dope? What goes on more or less?

  ELIS: Education.

  PAUL: How is--

  SPEARMAN: How is she?

  DOROTHY: She is asleep, Ed. Nothing to worry about.

  PAKRIAA: She will be healed.

  MIJOK: Education on Lucifer. Pakriaa and I have the pleasantest part of the teaching, I think. We show them the ways of the forest and the open ground, the plants and other living things, how to hunt without cruelty or waste, how to be safe and happy alone in the woods at night, when to fear and not to fear. As Samis shows them the care of the tame beasts, and the work in the plantations....

  WRIGHT: I'll add a little too, though Brodaa could do it better--

  MUKERJI: Come here, kink.

  DOROTHY: Why, he loves you! That one won't usually go to anybody but Muson. His wife is due to have kittens and he's blue about it.

  MUKERJI: Kittens--kinkens--

  DOROTHY: Just kittens. Seven at one whack. Oof--shet ma mouf.

  HELEN: Mother, if you looked at seven kittens now they'd be fourteen.

  DOROTHY: Such comment, from a lady allowed to sit up late. Such, I might add, perfectly accurate comment. Sleepy, baby?

  HELEN: Not a bit.

  DOROTHY: You are too. You snuggle like a kitten half full of milk. Half an hour, huh?

  HELEN: Mm.

  WRIGHT: We see to it, Captain, that our children are not stuffed with inflated words, equivocal words. When you talk with them, they won't be chattering to you about freedom, democracy, truth, justice. They learn these words closely; we see to it that they learn them with caution. When they use them we say--define, define. Democracy by what means, within what limits, toward what end? Freedom from what, for what? For what's the profit if I rattle on about freedom in a semantic vacuum? I am free to speak, not free to kill and wound; I must be free from slavery to the whims of others. I can never be free from the bonds of a hundred duties, responsibilities, loyalties to persons I love and principles I cherish. Words without definition are sheer noise, and noise never drummed any race into Paradise. Oh, the thing's obvious as a child's building blocks--but I recall how on Earth men tended to forget it twenty-four hours a day, and here on Lucifer we forget it often enough--myself included. But we do not forget it when we teach our children.... One other thing--before this wine takes me back to second childhood--as soon, Captain, as their minds are old enough--

  AREK: Where did Spearman go?

  WRIGHT: Oh, he--he just stepped out, I think. Stretch his legs or something. As soon as their minds are old enough to think with some independence and explore, we insist that they start the lifetime struggle with man's primary dilemma--

  ELIS: I hoped you would speak of that, my brother.

  WRIGHT: That he is an individual, his self-hood precious and inviolate, yet he must live in harmony with other individuals whose right to life and welfare is as certain as his own. Approach the study of society from any direction you will, that problem is at the heart of it, and must be a thousand generations from now, because it must be met anew with every infant born. We think, here, that the most rewarding answer is in the old virtues of self-knowledge, charity, honesty, forbearance, patience. Now, those are all words that demand definition and multiple definition; on that basis we have our children study them, search the depth and height of them, in the not so simple problems of childhood through the tougher ones of adolescence and maturity. We make them understand that lip service will not do: if one is to make himself honest he must eat honesty with breakfast, sweat with it in the sun, laugh and play and suffer with it and lie down with it at night until it's near as the oxygen in his blood. Yes, we aim high. Cruelly high, would you say? We don't think so. Perfection is a cold spot on top of a mountain, and nobody ever climbed there. We have trouble and fun and arguments; sometimes the garden weeds grow until tomorrow or the day after, but we sleep well.

  DOROTHY: Speaking of perfection and goodness and things and stuff--I know it was Paul who put those violin strings by Nan's bed, but which one of you supplied them?

  SLADE: Well, he told me--

  DOROTHY: Will it be all right if I reach over this daughter of mine and kiss you?

  SLADE: They did brief us, back on Earth, that we must respect local customs--

  MIJOK: And perhaps even another drink could do him no harm.

  PAKRIAA: He's pied.

  ELIS: I would not say that. Speaking as Governor, I say that the local wine industry deserves every encouragement it can get--and has, ever since Samis' favorite kink had kittens in the bottom of the vest bat.

  SAMIS: Correction.

  MIJOK: Best vat. Speaking as Lieutenant Governor. Just elected--did it myself.

  MUSON: The toastmistress has been quiet lately.

  NISANA: Who, me?

  PAUL: By acclamation, yes.

  NISANA: Le'me think. We did drink to the children--those in bed and those who ought to be--

  HELEN: 'Ception.

  DOROTHY: Great big woman. You weigh a ton, sweet stuff, 'n' so do your eyelids, they do.

  NISANA: And we drank to the olifants. No no--I am too happy--my mind is a lake without a breeze. You propose the toast, Pakriaa.

  SALLY: Matter of fact I'm already sort of whooliollicky--I think--

  DOROTHY: Hey--maybe it's not just the wine. Paul--Doc--it must be almost thirteen hours--

  PAUL: Yes--yes, almost. Maybe you'd better--

  SALLY: No, let's have one more toast. At least one more, Pakriaa?

  WRIGHT: I'll drink with you, Pakriaa.

  PAKRIAA: Oh--let us be happy. Friends, I give you the wine itself and the earth that made it. I give you birth and death and the journey of our days and nights between them, the shining of green fields, the patience of the forest, the little stars, the great stars, the love and the thought, the labor and
the laughter, the good morning sky.

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