Paul Meillard had worked out a way to distribute the picks and shovels and axes. Considering each house as representing a family unit, which might or might not be the case, there were picks and shovels enough to go around, and an ax for every third house. They took them around in an airjeep and left them at the doors. The houses, he found, weren"t adobe at all. They were built of logs, plastered with adobe on the outside. That demolished his theory that the houses were torn down periodically, and left the mound itself unexplained.
The wheelbarrows and the grindstone and the two crosscut saws were another matter. n.o.body was quite sure that the (n.o.bility?
capitalist-cla.s.s? politicians? prominent citizens?) wouldn"t simply appropriate them for themselves. Paul Meillard was worried about that; everybody else was willing to let matters take their course.
Before they were off the ground in their vehicles, a violent dispute had begun, with a bedlam of jabbering and shrieking. By the time they were landing at the camp, the big laminated leather horn had begun to bellow.
One of the huts had been fitted as contact-team headquarters, with all the view and communication screens installed, and one end part.i.tioned off and soundproofed for Lillian to study recordings in.
It was c.o.c.ktail time when they returned; conversationally, it was a continuation from lunch. Karl Dorver was even more convinced than ever of his telepathic hypothesis, and he had completely converted Anna de Jong to it.
"Look at that." He pointed at the snooper screen, which gave a view of the plaza from directly above. "They"re reaching an agreement already."
So they seemed to be, though upon what was less apparent. The horn had stopped, and the noise was diminishing. The odd thing was that peace was being restored, or was restoring itself, as the uproar had begun--outwardly from the center of the plaza to the periphery of the crowd. The same thing had happened when Gofredo had ordered the submachine gun fired, and, now that he recalled, when he had dealt with the line-crasher.
"Suppose a few of them, in the middle, are agreed," Anna said.
"They are all thinking in unison, combining their telepathic powers. They dominate those nearest to them, who join and amplify their telepathic signal, and it spreads out through the whole group. A mental chain-reaction."
"That would explain the mechanism of community leadership, and I"d been wondering about that," Dorver said, becoming more excited.
"It"s a mental aristocracy; an especially gifted group of telepaths, in agreement and using their powers in concert, implanting their opinions in the minds of all the others. I"ll bet the purpose of the horn is to distract the thoughts of the others, so that they can be more easily dominated. And the noise of the shots shocked them out of communication with each other; no wonder they were frightened."
Bennet Fayon was far from convinced. "So far, this telepathy theory is only an a.s.sumption. I find it a lot easier to a.s.sume some fundamental difference between the way they translate sound into sense-data and the way we do. We _think_ those combs on top of their heads are their external hearing organs, but we have no idea what"s back of them, or what kind of a neural hookup is connected to them.
I wish I knew how these people dispose of their dead. I need a couple of fresh cadavers. Too bad they aren"t warlike. Nothing like a good b.l.o.o.d.y battle to advance the science of anatomy, and what we don"t know about Svant anatomy is practically the entire subject."
"I should imagine the animals hear in the same way," Meillard said.
"When the wagon wheels and the hoes and the blacksmith tools come down from the ship, we"ll trade for cattle."
"When they make the second landing in the mountains, I"m going to do a lot of hunting," Loughran added. "I"ll get wild animals for you."
"Well, I"m going to a.s.sume that the vocal noises they make are meaningful speech," Lillian Ransby said. "So far, I"ve just been trying to a.n.a.lyze them for phonetic values. Now I"m going to a.n.a.lyze them for sound-wave patterns. No matter what goes on inside their private nervous systems, the sounds exist as waves in the public atmosphere. I"m going to a.s.sume that the Lord Mayor and his stooges were all trying to say the same thing when they were pointing to themselves, and I"m going to see if all four of those sounds have any common characteristic."
By the time dinner was over, they were all talking in circles, none of them hopefully. They all made recordings of the speech about the slithy toves in the Malemute Saloon; Lillian wanted to find out what was different about them. Luis Gofredo saw to it that the camp itself would be visible-lighted, and beyond the lights he set up more photoelectric robot sentries and put a couple of snoopers to circling on contragravity, with infra-red lights and receptors. He also insisted that all his own men and all Dave Questell"s Navy construction engineers keep their weapons ready to hand. The natives in the village were equally distrustful. They didn"t herd the cattle up from the meadows where they had been pastured, but they lighted watch-fires along the edge of the mound as soon as it became dark.
It was three hours after nightfall when something on the indicator-board for the robot sentries went off like a startled rattlesnake. Everybody, talking idly or concentrating on writing up the day"s observations, stiffened. Luis Gofredo, dozing in a chair, was on his feet instantly and crossing the hut to the instruments.
His second-in-command, who had been playing chess with Willi Schallenmacher, rose and s.n.a.t.c.hed his belt from the back of his chair, putting it on.
"Take it easy," Gofredo said. "Probably just a cow or a horse--local equivalent--that"s strayed over from the other side."
He sat down in front of one of the snooper screens and twisted k.n.o.bs on the remote controls. The monochrome view, transformed from infra red, rotated as the snooper circled and changed course. The other screen showed the camp receding and the area around it widening as its snooper gained alt.i.tude.
"It"s not a big party," Gofredo was saying. "I can"t see--Oh, yes I can. Only two of them."
The humanoid figures, one larger than the other, were moving cautiously across the fields, crouching low. The snooper went down toward them, and then he recognized them. The man and woman whom the blue-robed villager had tried to shove out of the queue, that afternoon. Gofredo recognized them, too.
"Your friends, Mark. Harry," he told his subordinate, "go out and pa.s.s the word around. Only two, and we think they"re friendly. Keep everybody out of sight; we don"t want to scare them away."
The snooper followed closely behind them. The man was no longer wearing his ap.r.o.n; the woman"s tunic was even more tattered and soiled. She was leading him by the hand. Now and then, she would stop and turn her head to the rear. The snooper over the mound showed nothing but half a dozen fire-watchers dozing by their fires.
Then the pair were at the edge of the camp lights. As they advanced, they seemed to realize that they had pa.s.sed a point-of-no-return.
They straightened and came forward steadily, the woman seeming to be guiding her companion.
"What"s happening, Mark?"
It was Lillian; she must have just come out of the soundproof speech-lab.
"You know them; the pair in the queue, this afternoon. I think we"ve annexed a couple of friendly natives."
They all went outside. The two natives, having come into the camp, had stopped. For a moment, the man in the breechclout seemed undecided whether he was more afraid to turn and run than advance. The woman, holding his hand, led him forward. They were both bruised, and both had minor cuts, and neither of them had any of the things that had been given to them that afternoon.
"Rest of the gang beat them up and robbed them," Gofredo began angrily.
"See what you did?" Dorver began. "According to their own customs, they had no right to be ahead of those others, and now you"ve gotten them punished for it."
"I"d have done more to that fellow then Mark did, if I"d been there when it happened." The Marine officer turned to Meillard. "Look, this is your show, Paul; how you run it is your job. But in your place, I"d take that pair back to the village and have them point out who beat them up, and teach the whole gang of them a lesson.
If you"re going to colonize this planet, you"re going to have to establish Federation law, and Federation law says you mustn"t gang up on people and beat and rob them. We don"t have to speak Svantese to make them understand what we"ll put up with and what we won"t."
"Later, Luis. After we"ve gotten a treaty with somebody." Meillard broke off. "Watch this!"
The woman was making sign-talk. She pointed to the village on the mound. Then, with her hands, she shaped a bucket like the ones that had been given to them, and made a s.n.a.t.c.hing gesture away from herself. She indicated the neckcloths, and the sheath knife and the other things, and s.n.a.t.c.hed them away too. She made beating motions, and touched her bruises and the man"s. All the time, she was talking excitedly, in a high, shrill voice. The man made the same _ghroogh-ghroogh_ noises that he had that afternoon.
"No; we can"t take any punitive action. Not now," Meillard said.
"But we"ll have to do something for them."
Vengeance, it seemed, wasn"t what they wanted. The woman made vehement gestures of rejection toward the village, then bowed, placing her hands on her brow. The man imitated her obeisance, then they both straightened. The woman pointed to herself and to the man, and around the circle of huts and landing craft. She began scuttling about, picking up imaginary litter and sweeping with an imaginary broom. The man started pounding with an imaginary hammer, then chopping with an imaginary ax.
Lillian was clapping her hands softly. "Good; got it the first time.
"You let us stay; we work for you." How about it, Paul?"
Meillard nodded. "Punitive action"s unadvisable, but we will show our att.i.tude by taking them in. You tell them, Luis; these people seem to like your voice."
Gofredo put a hand on each of their shoulders. "You ... stay ...
with us." He pointed around the camp. "You ... stay ... this ...
place."
Their faces broke into that funny just-before-tears expression that meant happiness with them. The man confined his vocal expressions to his odd _ghroogh-ghroogh_-ing; the woman twittered joyfully. Gofredo put a hand on the woman"s shoulder, pointed to the man and from him back to her. "Unh?" he inquired.
The woman put a hand on the man"s head, then brought it down to within a foot of the ground. She picked up the imaginary infant and rocked it in her arms, then set it down and grew it up until she had her hand on the top of the man"s head again.
"That was good, Mom," Gofredo told her. "Now, you and Sonny come along; we"ll issue you equipment and find you billets." He added, "What in blazes are we going to feed them; Extee Three?"
They gave them replacements for all the things that had been taken away from them. They gave the man a one-piece suit of Marine combat coveralls; Lillian gave the woman a lavender bathrobe, and Anna contributed a red scarf. They found them quarters in one end of a store shed, after making sure that there was nothing they could get at that would hurt them or that they could damage. They gave each of them a pair of blankets and a pneumatic mattress, which delighted them, although the cots puzzled them at first.
"What do you think about feeding them, Bennet?" Meillard asked, when the two Svants had gone to bed and they were back in the headquarters hut. "You said the food on this planet is safe for Terrans."
"So I did, and it is, but the rule"s not reversible. Things we eat might kill them," Fayon said. "Meats will be especially dangerous.
And no caffein, and no alcohol."