The Lani People, Jesse F. Bone [best reads TXT] 📗

“I could tell the others.”

“And just what would that accomplish?”

“In a week every Lani on the island would know it. There would be revolt. For the Lani would no longer be dependent upon Men to survive. Their greatest hold on us would be gone. And we would be free again on our island world.”

“You would not!” Kennon said. “That sort of thinking is foolishness. Alexander would have men here within a week, and a week after that you would be smashed. Don’t you realize that there are thousands of millions of men in the galaxy—and to every one of them you would be animals. You know nothing about what you would face. Your puny hundreds couldn’t even stand against a fraction of the power Alexander could mount against you. Have you seen a Burkholtz blaster work? Have you seen remote-control antipersonnel missiles? Have you push-pull projectors, atomic warheads? All of these weapons Alexander can command. Don’t you realize he’s an entrepreneur?—one of the most powerful men in this sector?”

Copper shook her head. “No,” she said in a small voice. “I know nothing about these things.”

“And do you think forty generations of absolute obedience to men can be overcome because one Lani says she is pregnant by a man?”

Copper frowned. “You put that in a different way. You talk as if it were my belief rather than the truth.”

“What is truth?” Kennon said heavily. “Who would believe you? There are hundreds of others with child.

“Sure you’re human. You know it. I know it. I’ve been trying to convince you for the past two months. You’re just as human as I am. But pray that you’re not pregnant. We can’t get out of here in less than four months and by then everybody will know about you. Someone will certainly check the records. And after that will come the psychoprobes. Everything will come to light. The Egg will be destroyed. I will be erased. You will be dead. And that will be the end of it.” He looked down at her with an odd expression of pity on his face. “You see?” he demanded harshly.

Copper nodded. “I didn’t understand,” she said. “Don’t be angry with me. I shouldn’t have told you. I thought you’d be happy.”

“I was never angry with you, but I am with myself. I was stupid. I didn’t figure on the remote possibility that we might be genetically compatible. I should have my head examined for putting you in such danger. However there’s the possibility—the probability—that your body is playing a trick upon you.”

She shook her head. “You are wrong. I am not mistaken. I am with child and the child is yours. But the fault is no more yours than mine. I wanted you before you looked on me. I still do and I do not feel at fault. That I am yours, that my child is yours is a thing of wonder and joy. Never could I have expected so much.”

Kennon looked down at her smudged face, streaked with the sudden rivulets of tears, and bitterness galled his throat. Dear God—let her be wrong, he prayed silently. Let it be pseudopregnancy this time. Let the tests be negative.

But they weren’t. Unequivocally they confirmed Copper’s diagnosis. Here was the proof he needed. The final test that would prove the Lani human. And he had no way of getting it where it would do any good. It would take at least four months of steady labor before the ship was ready, and he didn’t have that sort of time. He was needed here and his prolonged absence would cause suspicion and investigation. Something would have to be done—but what? He couldn’t take Copper off the island in an airboat. They were checked with microscopic care by Otpen One’s IFF. A jeep didn’t have enough range to take them to the mainland. And even if they got there they couldn’t get off the planet. Alexander knew everything that happened on Kardon’s two spaceports. The Egg was the only way, but the Egg was unfinished and unspaceworthy.

Frantically Kennon considered concealing Copper. He shook his head. It wouldn’t work. It would be impossible, to hide a baby on a place where every birth was recorded. Nor could one hide evidence of pregnancy in a Lani. Childbearing leaves telltale marks upon the body, and Copper, even if she could be concealed for the duration of her pregnancy, could never survive the sharp-eyed scrutiny of her fellows or the other humans. Questions would inevitably be asked.

There had to be a solution. He rubbed his forehead wearily. It was strange how so little a thing as the union of a spermatozoon and an ovum could produce so much trouble. He looked across the office at Copper placidly filing case cards. She wasn’t worrying. With sublime faith, she was sure that he would find the answer, the one that would solve everything. He shuddered. The only logical solution was abortion—and that was unthinkable! He would not murder his child—nor would Copper permit it if he was capable of doing so.

It was almost a relief when his phone rang and Blalok’s voice came cheerfully across the wire.

“Tried to get you about an hour ago,” the superintendent said, “but your girl said you were busy.”

“I was.”

“You through now?”

“Yes.”

“Well, get up to the fortress. Alexander just flew in and he’s calling a meeting. Something important has come up.”

Something important! A wave of ice rattled down Kennon’s spine, and then he grinned feebly. Alexander didn’t know. He couldn’t know. It had to be something else.

“I’ll be right up,” he said, marveling at the calmness in his voice.

Kennon couldn’t help comparing this meeting with the one a year ago. The location was different—the conference room in Alexandria was more formal than Blalok’s parlor but the same people were present: Alexander, Blalok, Jordan, and himself. Somehow Alexander seemed to have shrunk. He was no longer as impressive as he had been. But the man still radiated force, even though it didn’t seem quite so overpowering. The year, Kennon thought, had done much to build his self-confidence. He felt assured rather than nervous.

“Good to see you, Kennon,” Alexander said. “Reports say you’re doing a good job.”

“I can’t claim the credit,” Kennon said. “Eighty-five per cent of our success is due to co-operation from the operating staff. And that’s Blalok’s doing—he knocked the heads of the division managers together and they took care of their staffs. Otherwise we could have had a bad time.”

“But you didn’t,” Alexander said. “And you were the motive force.”

“I’ve darn near motivated myself out of a job,” Kennon said. “They co-operate all too well nowadays.”

“Which goes to prove that my theories on preventive medicine are right,” Alexander said, turning to Blalok.

“It looks that way,” Blalok admitted, “but that could be because you picked a good man.”

“He’s good