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

Kennon’s hand. “It is nice to feel important and to know that our child is a member of the race that rules the galaxy.”

“So you’re convinced?” Kennon chuckled.

“The serological identity—” she began.

“Hmm. You’ve been getting some education, I see.”

“Well,” Copper smiled, “I didn’t think you wanted a stupid woman. I can read—and since you are around so seldom nowadays, there is little else to do. I’ve been reading history, medicine, and novels,” she finished proudly.

“A fine catholic selection,” Kennon said, “Now if you add mathematics, sociology, and philosophy you’ll have a well-rounded basic education.”

“Dr. Brainard has been trying something he calls ‘hypno.’ He says it will help me learn faster. But I can’t see that it’s done much good.”

“You won’t until you need the information,” Kennon said.

“That technique is only good for implanting basic knowledge, and much of that will merely supplement or complete that which you already have. You won’t be conscious of it.”

“Oh—I think I see what you mean.”

“Of course, you’ll have to continue your formal education. There’s a great deal for you to learn. It should keep you busy while I’m away.”

“Away? Where are you going?”

“Back to Kardon.”

“But you can’t! Alexander will destroy you.”

“I think not. After all, ten years have elapsed since we left there and he’s had plenty of time to think. Douglas must have told him about us. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has already done something about your people.”

She shivered. “He might—but the question is what would he do? He could have killed them all!”

Kennon shook his head. “I don’t think so. He never struck me as a mass murderer.”

She shook her head. “You don’t know the Alexanders like I do. I was raised by them. They’re capable of anything. But what is this business of ten years? That’s silly. I haven’t had my child yet—and it doesn’t take ten years of pregnancy to produce a baby.”

“It’s the difference between subjective and objective time,” Kennon said. “We traveled here through hyperspace—low Cth—in an uncompensated ship, and there is little temporal flow in the levels below the blue.”

“Oh—of course.”

Kennon chuckled. “That would have been Greek to you a couple of weeks ago. See where that basic data fits?”

“But I’ve always known that.”

“You just think you have. Search your memory and see if I’m not right.”

Copper shook her head. “It’s very strange,” she said. “But that’s not important. This idea of going back to Kardon, though—that’s a different thing—that is important.”

“I have to do it. Not only because it’s a personal moral obligation but also because of the Lani. They must have their freedom.”

“Providing there are any still alive.”

“Stop being a calamity howler. Whatever Alexander may be, he’s not a butcher. He even loved a Lani once. You told me so yourself. And he couldn’t kill where he loved.”

She nodded. “I suppose you’re right, but I’ve never lost my fear of the Man Alexander. He held the power of life and death over me. But if you must go then I should go too. My obligation is greater than yours.”

“Later,” Kennon said. “You’re not ready to return. It will be time enough after you have learned some civilized habits.”

Copper’s face lengthened. “You mean like wrapping myself in cloth like these people do?”

“That’s part of it.”

“Why can’t they be sensible—or are they so ashamed of what the gods gave them that they must hide themselves?”

“No, it’s not that. At least not exactly. It’s custom. And you must learn to conform to customs—outwardly at least—no matter what you may really think.”

“Isn’t that a form of lying?” Copper asked.

“I suppose so.”

“Isn’t that strange. Your society exalts truth, honor, morality, and intelligence—yet you lie about your attitude.”

“It’s called diplomacy,” Kennon said. “It’s part of respect for others’ attitudes and beliefs, a necessary part of human relationships.”

“Then you’d be a nudist on Santos?”

“Of course—even though I think it isn’t proper, I couldn’t inflict my ideas and attitudes on the customs of an independent world.”

“Oh—you think I’m doing that?”

“Yes—and it is a mark of barbarism.”

“Sometimes you’re not very nice,” Copper said.

Kennon smiled wryly. “I suppose I’m not,” he agreed.

“I’ll try to be civilized,” Copper said. “But if you go to Kardon—I’m going with you.”

“Perhaps,” Kennon said. “We’ll see how things turn out.”

“You don’t want me to go with you?”

“To be honest—no,” Kennon said. “You’re safe here, and until your status is cleared by a Brotherhood court, I wouldn’t care to place you in Alexander’s hands. And clearing your status is going to take time.”

“You mean that I am still his property?”

“Yes. But there is a legal doubt that will prevent him from exercising his claim as long as you stay on Beta. In the area where he has power, that doubt might not hold. So until your status is definitely proven to be human, you should not leave.”

“And what happens if this court denies my claim?”

“Then we appeal to the Council. However, with the evidence we have, your claim cannot reasonably be denied. The only question is one of time. It may take years. Still, I don’t think there is anything to worry about. I don’t think Alexander will give us any trouble, but there’s no sense in taking chances.”

“You still think I’m a Lani,” she said accusingly.

“I do not.”

“Then you think that I’d obey Alexander, after what I did to Douglas.”

“I can only repeat that Douglas isn’t the Boss-man.”

“I wish I knew what you really thought.”

“That isn’t hard. I think you should stay here until I get this business straightened out.”

“That’s all?” she asked suspiciously. “After