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  Dooley took a moment to calm himself. He sensed now the delicate political edge he walked and thanked his stars that he had left the door open to rule that the present session was a hearing.

  'We will now proceed in an orderly fashion,' Dooley said. 'That's one of the things courts are for, you know.' He took a deep breath. 'Now, there are several people present whose dedication to the maintenance of law and order should be beyond question. I'd think that among those we should number Ser Prosecutor Vohnbrook; the distinguished defense counsel, Ser Oulson: Ser Bolin, whose race is noted for its reasonableness and humanity; and the distinguished representatives of the Bureau of Sabotage, whose actions may at times annoy and anger us, but who are, we know, consecrated to the principle of strengthening us and exposing our inner resources.'

  This judge missed his calling, McKie thought. With speeches like that, he could get into the Legislative branch.

  Abashed, Vohnbrook sank back into his chair.

  'Now,' the judge said, 'unless I'm mistaken, Ser McKie has referred to two acts of sabotage.' Dooley glanced down at McKie. 'Ser McKie?'

  'So it would appear. Your Honor,' McKie said, hoping he read the judge's present attitude correctly. 'However, this court may be in a unique position to rule on that very question. You see, Your Honor, the alleged act of sabotage to which I refer was initiated by a Pan-Spechi agent of the Bureau. Now, though, the secondary benefits of that action appear to be sought after by a crèche mate of that agent, whose ...'

  'You dare suggest that I'm not the holder of my cell's ego?' Bolin demanded.

  Without knowing quite where it was or what it was, McKie was aware that a weapon had been trained on him by the Pan-Spechi. References in their culture to the weapon for defense of the ego were clear enough.

  'I make no such suggestion,' McKie said, speaking hastily and with as much sincerity as he could put into his voice. 'But surely you cannot have misinterpreted the terranic-human culture so much that you do not know what will happen now.'

  Warned by some instinct, the judge and other spectators to this interchange remained silent.

  Bolin appeared to be trembling in every cell of his body. 'I am distressed,' he muttered.

  'If there were a way to achieve the necessary rapport and avoid that distress I would have taken it,' McKie said. 'Can you see another way?'

  Still trembling, Bolin said: 'I must do what I must do.'

  In a low voice, Dooley said: 'Ser McKie, just what is going on here?'

  'Two cultures are, at last, attempting to understand each other,' McKie said. 'We've lived together in apparent understanding for centuries, but appearances can be deceptive.'

  Oulson started to rise, was pulled back by Watt.

  And McKie noted that his former Bureau chief had assessed the peril here. It was a point in Watt's favor.

  'You understand, Ser Bolin,' McKie said, watching the Pan-Spechi carefully, 'that these things must be brought into the open and discussed carefully before a decision can be reached in this court. It's a rule of law to which you've submitted. I'm inclined to favor your bid for the Secretariat, but my own decision awaits the outcome of this hearing.'

  'What things must be discussed?' Dooley demanded. 'And what gives you the right, Ser McKie, to call this a hearing?'

  'A figure of speech,' McKie said, but he kept his attention on the Pan-Spechi, wondering what the terrible weapon was that the race used in defense of its egos. 'What do you say, Ser Bolin?'

  'You protect the sanctity of your home life,' Bolin said. 'Do you deny me the same right?'

  'Sanctity, not secrecy,' McKie said.

  Dooley looked from McKie to Bolin, noted the compressed-spring look of the Pan-Spechi, the way he kept a hand hidden in a jacket pocket. It occurred to the judge then that the Pan-Spechi might have a weapon ready to use against others in this court. Bolin had that look about him. Dooley hesitated on the point of calling guards, reviewed what he knew of the Pan-Spechi. He decided not to cause a crisis. The Pan-Spechi were admitted to the concourse of humanity, good friends but terrible enemies, and there were always those allusions to their hidden powers, to their ego jealousies, to the fierceness with which they defended the secrecy of their crèches.

  Slowly Bolin overcame the trembling. 'Say what you feel you must,' he growled.

  McKie said a silent prayer of hope that the Pan-Spechi could control his reflexes, addressed himself to the nexus of pickups on the far wall that was recording this courtarena scene for broadcast to the entire universe.

  'A Pan-Spechi who took the name of Napoleon Bildoon was one of the leading agents in the Bureau of Sabotage,' McKie said.

  'Agent Bildoon dropped from sight at the time Panthor Bolin took over as chief of the Tax Watchers. It's highly probable that the Tax Watcher organization is an elaborate and subtle sabotage of the Bureau of Sabotage itself, a move originated by Bildoon.'

  'There is no such person as Bildoon!' Bolin cried.

  'Ser McKie,' Judge Dooley said, 'would you care to continue this interchange in the privacy of my chambers?' The judge stared down at the saboteur, trying to appear kindly but firm.

  'Your Honor,' McKie said, 'may we out of respect for a fellow human, leave that decision to Ser Bolin?'

  Bolin turned his multi-faceted eyes toward the bench, spoke in a low voice: 'If the court please, it were best this were done openly.' He jerked his hand from his pocket. It came out empty. He leaned across the table, gripped the far edge. 'Continue, if you please, Ser.'

  McKie swallowed, momentarily overcome with admiration for the Pan-Spechi. 'It will be a distinct pleasure to serve under you, Ser Bolin,' McKie said.

  'Do what you must!' Bolin rasped.

  McKie looked from the wonderment in the faces of Watt and the attorneys up to the questioning eyes of Judge Dooley. 'In Pan-Spechi parlance, there is no person called Bildoon. But there was such a person, a group mate of Ser Bolin. I hope you notice the similarity in the names they chose for themselves?'

  'Ah ... yes,' Dooley said.

  'I'm afraid I've been somewhat of a nosey Parker, a peeping Tom and several other categories of snoop where the Pan-Spechi are concerned,' McKie said. 'But it was because I suspected the act of sabotage to which I've referred here. The Tax Watchers revealed too much inside knowledge of the Bureau of Sabotage.'

  'I ... ah ... am not quite sure I understand you,' Dooley said.

  'The best kept secret in the universe, the Pan-Spechi cyclic change of gender and identity, is no longer a secret where I'm concerned,' McKie said. He swallowed as he saw Bolin's fingers go white where they tightly gripped the prosecution table.

  'It relates to the issue at hand?' Dooley asked.

  'Most definitely, Your Honor,' McKie said. 'You see, the Pan-Spechi have a unique gland that controls mentation, dominance, the relationship between reason and instinct. The five group mates are, in reality, one person. I wish to make that clear for reasons of legal necessity.'

  'Legal necessity?' Dooley asked. He glanced down at the obviously distressed Bolin, back to McKie.

  'The gland, when it's functioning, confers ego dominance on the Pan-Spechi in whom it functions. But it functions for a time that's definitely limited - twenty-five to thirty years.' McKie looked at Bolin. Again, the Pan-Spechi was trembling. 'Please understand, Ser Bolin,' he said, 'that I do this out of necessity and that this is not an act of sabotage.'

  Bolin lifted his face toward McKie. The Pan-Spechi's features appeared contorted in grief. 'Get it over with, man!' he rasped.

  'Yes,' McKie said, turning back to the judge's puzzled face. 'Ego transfer in the Pan-Spechi, Your Honor, involves a transfer of what may be termed basic-experience-learning. It's accomplished through physical contractor when the ego holder dies, no matter how far he may be separated from the crèche, this seems to fire up the eldest of the crèche triplets. The ego-single also bequeaths a verbal legacy to his mate whenever possible - and that's most of the time. Specifically, it's this time.'


  Dooley leaned back. He was beginning to see the legal question McKie's account had posed.

  'The act of sabotage which might make a Pan-Spechi eligible for appointment as Secretary of the Bureau of Sabotage was initiated by a ... ah ... cell mate of the Ser Bolin in court today, is that it?' Dooley asked.

  McKie wiped his brow. 'Correct, Your Honor.'

  'But that cell mate is no longer the ego dominant, eh?'

  'Quite right, Your Honor!'

  'The ... ah ... former ego holder, this ... ah ... Bildoon, is no longer eligible?'

  'Bildoon, or what was once Bildoon, is a creature operating solely on instinct now, Your Honor,' McKie said. 'Capable of acting as crèche nurse for a time and, eventually, fulfilling another destiny I'd rather not explain.'

  'I see.' Dooley looked at the weather cover of the court arena. He was beginning to see what McKie had risked here. 'And you favor this, ah, Ser Bolin's bid for the Secretariat?' Dooley asked.

  'If President Bindley and the Cabinet follow the recommendation of the Bureau's senior agents, the procedure always followed in the past, Ser Bolin will be the new Secretary,' McKie said. 'I favor this.'

  'Why?' Dooley asked.

  'Because of this unique roving ego, the Pan-Spechi have a more communal attitude toward fellow sentients than do most other species admitted to the concourse of humanity,' McKie said. 'This translates as a sense of responsibility toward all life. They're not necessarily maudlin about it. They oppose where it's necessary to build strength. Their crèche life demonstrates several clear examples of this which I'd prefer not to describe.'

  'I see,' Dooley said, but he had to admit to himself that he did not. McKie's allusions to unspeakable practices were beginning to annoy him. 'And you feel that this Bildoon-Bolin act of sabotage qualifies him, provided this court rules they are one and the same person?'

  'We're not the same person!' Bolin cried. 'You don't dare say that ... that shambling, clinging …'

  'Easy,' McKie said. 'Ser Bolin, I'm sure you see the need for this legal fiction.'

  'Legal fiction,' Bolin said as though clinging to the words. The multi-faceted eyes glared across the courtarena at McKie. 'Thank you for the verbal nicety, McKie.'

  'You've not answered my question, Ser McKie,' Dooley said, ignoring the exchange with Bolin.

  'Sabotaging Ser Watt through an attack on the entire Bureau contains subtlety and finesse never before achieved in such an effort,' McKie said. 'The entire Bureau will be strengthened by it.'

  McKie glanced at Watt. The acting Secretary's medusa tangle had ceased its writhing. He was staring at Bolin with a speculative look in his eyes. Sensing the quiet in the court-arena, he glanced up at McKie.

  'Don't you agree, Ser Watt?' McKie asked.

  'Oh, yes. Quite,' Watt said.

  The note of sincerity in Watt's voice startled the judge. For the first time, he wondered at the dedication which these men brought to their jobs.

  'Sabotage is a very sensitive Bureau,' Dooley said. 'I've some serious reservations -'

  'If Your Honor please,' McKie said, 'forbearance is one of the chief attributes a saboteur can bring to his duties. Now, I wish you to understand what our Pan-Spechi friend has done here this day. Let us suppose that I had spied upon the most intimate moments between you, Judge, and your wife, and that I reported them in detail here in open court with half the universe looking on. Let us suppose further that you had the strictest moral code against such discussions with outsiders. Let us suppose that I made these disclosures in the basest terms with every four-letter word at my command. Let us suppose that you were armed, traditionally, with a deadly weapon to strike at such blasphemers, such -'

  'Filth!' Bolin grated.

  'Yes,' McKie said. 'Filth. Do you suppose, Your Honor, that you could have stood by without killing me?'

  'Good heavens!' Dooley said.

  * * * *

  Chapter V

  'Ser Bolin,' McKie said, 'I offer you and all your race my most humble apologies.'

  'I'd hoped once to undergo the ordeal in the privacy of a judge's chambers with as few outsiders as possible,' Bolin said. 'But once you were started in open court ...'

  'It had to be this way,' McKie said. 'If we'd done it in private, people would've come to be suspicious about a Pan-Spechi in control of ...'

  'People?' Bolin asked.

  'Non Pan-Spechi,' McKie said. 'It'd have been a barrier between our species.'

  'And we've been strengthened by all this,' McKie said. 'Those provisions of the Constitution that provide the people with a slowly moving government have been demonstrated anew. We've admitted the public to the inner workings of Sabotage, shown them the valuable character of the man who'll be the new Secretary.'

  'I've not yet ruled on the critical issue here,' Dooley said.

  'But Your Honor!' McKie said.

  'With all due respect to you as a saboteur extraordinary, Ser McKie,' Dooley said, 'I'll make my decision on evidence gathered under my direction.' He looked at Bolin. 'Ser Bolin, would you permit an agent of this court to gather such evidence as will allow me to render verdict without fear of harming my own species?'

  'We're humans together,' Bolin growled.

  'But terranic humans hold the balance of power,' Dooley said. 'I owe allegiance to law, yes, but my terranic fellows depend on me, too. I have a ...'

  'You wish your own agents to determine if Ser McKie has told the truth about us?'

  'Ah ... yes,' Dooley said.

  Bolin looked at McKie. 'Ser McKie, it is I who apologize to you. I had not realized how deeply xenophobia penetrated your fellows.'

  'Because,' McKie said, 'outside of your natural modesty, you have no such fear. I suspect you know the phenomenon only through reading of us.'

  'But all strangers are potential sharers of identity,' Bolin said. 'Ah, well.'

  'If you're through with your little chat,' Dooley said, 'would you care to answer my question, Ser Bolin? This is still I hope, a court of law.'

  'Tell me, Your Honor,' Bolin said, 'would you permit me to witness the tenderest intimacies between you and your wife?'

  Dooley's face darkened, but he saw suddenly in all of its stark detail the extent of McKie's analogy and it was to the judge's credit that he rose to the occasion. 'If it were necessary to promote understanding,' he rasped, 'yes!'

  'I believe you would,' Bolin murmured. He took a deep breath. 'After what I've been through here today, one more sacrifice can be borne, I guess. I grant your investigators the privilege requested, but advise that they be discreet.'

  'It will strengthen you for the trials ahead as Secretary of the Bureau,' McKie said. 'The Secretary, you must bear in mind, has no immunities from sabotage whatsoever.'

  'But,' Bolin said, 'the Secretary's legal orders carrying out his Constitutional functions must be obeyed by all agents.'

  McKie nodded, seeing in the glitter of Bolin's eyes, a vista of peeping Tom assignments with endless detailed reports to the Secretary of Sabotage - at least until the fellow's curiosity had been satisfied and his need for revenge satiated.

  But the others in the court-room, not having McKie's insight, merely wondered at the question: What did he really mean by that?

  * * * *

  BY THE BOOK

  By Frank Herbert

  You will take your work seriously. Infinite numbers of yet-unborn humankind depend upon you who keep open the communications lines through negative space. Let the angle-transmission networks fail and Man will fail.

  -"You and the Haigh Company" (Employees Handbook)

  * * * *

  He was too old for this kind of work even if his name was Ivar Norris Gump, admittedly the best troubleshooter in the company's nine-hundred-year history. If it'd been anyone but his old friend Poss Washington calling for help, there'd have been a polite refusal signed "Ing." Semi-retirement gave a troubleshooter the right to turn down dangerous assignments.

  Now, after three hours on duty in a fu
ll vac suit within a Skoarnoff tube's blank darkness, Ing ached with tiredness. It impaired his mental clarity and his ability to survive and he knew it.

  You will take your work seriously at all times, he thought. Axiom: A troubleshooter shall not get into trouble.

  Ing shook his head at the handbook's educated ignorance, took a deep breath and tried to relax. Right now he should be back home on Mars, his only concerns the routine maintenance of the Phobos Relay and an occasional lecture to new 'shooters.