The Science Fiction anthology. Andre Norton

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      “But people are always falling asleep during concerts, Irik,” Malesor pointed out reasonably. “And how could you expect barbarians to appreciate good music? What do you care for Earthmen’s opinions as long as your own people like your music?”

      Irik hesitated. “But the Earthmen have taken up the new kind of music; they stay awake during that. And—a lot of people seem to think that whatever’s strange is good, so whatever the Earthmen like eventually becomes fashionable.”

      Hanxi wiggled his ears. “Fashions change. Well, who’s ready to have his mug refilled?”

      “But the Earthmen will keep on setting the fashions,” Irik snarled. “Many people think the Earthmen know everything, just because they’re aloof and have sky cars.”

      “Well,” Malesor said, “the sky cars certainly prove they know something we don’t. Better stick to your music, boy.”

      The smoky little bar-parlor resounded with laughter and Irik’s face turned a nasty red. “They don’t know anything about music and they don’t know everything about machinery. We might surprise them yet. A friend of mine knows Guhak, the fellow who invented that new brake for the track car a few years ago.”

      “We know about that brake,” Piq observed. “It stops a car so good, the chains are twice as late nowadays as they used to be, and you couldn’t strictly say they were ever on time.”

      Everybody laughed again. Irik quivered with anger. “Guhak has invented a car that doesn’t need to go on tracks. It can run whenever it wants wherever it wants. And one car will be able to go faster than three hax teams.”

      “That I’ll believe when I’ve ridden on it,” Kuqal grinned. “Even the chains aren’t that fast.” The others bit their thumbs and nodded—except Clarey, who was rigidly keeping out of the conversation. He forced squfur down his tightening throat and said nothing.

      “You’re backward clods!” Irik raged. “If the Earthmen can have cars that go through the sky without tracks why shouldn’t we have cars that run on the ground the same way? Have we tried?”

      “Doesn’t seem to me it’s worth the effort,” Malesor said. “Our cars can get us where we’re going as fast as we need to go already, why bother?”

      “Whatever an Earthman can do, we can do better! Soon Guhak will get his ground cars on the road. After that, it’ll only be a short step to cars that go in the sky. Then we’ll find out where the Earthmen come from and why they’re here. We’ll be as powerful as they are. We’ll get rid of them and their rotten music.”

      The bar parlor was silent, except for the clink as Clarey put his mug on the table. If he held it an instant longer, he was afraid he would spill it. One or two of the men looked at him uneasily out of the corners of their eyes. Malesor spoke: “In the first place, you don’t know how powerful Earthmen are. In the second place, who wants to be powerful, anyway? The Earthmen haven’t done us any harm and they’re a good thing for the economy. My cousin in Zrig tells me one of ‘em come into his store a coupla months ago and bought out his whole stock, every bolt of cloth. Paid twice what it was worth, too. Live and let live, I say.”

      The others murmured restlessly.

      “If there are ways of doing things better,” Rini suggested, “why shouldn’t we have them, too?” His eyes darted quickly toward Clarey’s and then as quickly away.

      Irik turned his head and looked directly at Clarey for the first time. “You’re silent, stranger. What do you think of the Earthmen?”

      Clarey picked up his drink, finished the squfur and set the mug back down on the table. “I don’t know much about Earthmen. An ugly-looking lot, true, but there doesn’t seem to be any harm in them. Of course, living in Barshwat, you probably know a lot more about them than I do.”

      “I doubt that,” Irik said. “You have an aunt in Barshwat.”

      Clarey allowed himself to look surprised before he said courteously, “I’m glad you find me and my family so interesting. Yes, it so happens I do have an aunt there, but she’s rather advanced in years and doesn’t enjoy hanging around the starship field the way the children do.”

      Irik’s face darkened. “What is your aunt’s name?”

      This time everyone looked surprised. The question itself was not too out-of-the-way, but his tone decidedly was.

      “She’s a great-grandmother,” Clarey said. “She would be too old for you. And I assure you it’s difficult to part her from her money. I’ve tried.”

      Everybody laughed. Irik was furious. “I understand that your aunt lives very close to Earth Headquarters!”

      Somebody must have followed him on one or more of his trips to Barshwat, Clarey realized. “If the Earthmen chose to establish themselves in the best residential section of Barshwat, then probably my aunt does live near them. She’s not the type to leave a comfortable dome simply because foreigners move into the neighborhood.”

      “Perhaps she has more than neighborhood in common with Earthmen.”

      The room was suddenly very quiet again.

      “She does sometimes go to sleep at concerts,” Clarey conceded.

      Irik opened his mouth. Malesor held up a hand. “Before you say anything more against the Earthmen, Irik,” he advised, “you oughta find out more about them. Their cars move faster and higher than ours. Maybe their catapults do, too.”

      No one looked at Clarey. Malesor had averted a showdown, he knew, but this was the beginning of the end. And he had a suspicion who was responsible—innocently perhaps, perhaps not. Love does not always imply trust. And when he told Embelsira what had happened in the Furbush, she, too, couldn’t meet his eye. “That Irik,” she said, “I never liked him.”

      “I wonder how he knows so much about me.”

      “Rini writes him very often,” she babbled. “He must have told him you were responsible for the new music. That would make him hate you. Rini likes to irritate Irik, because he’s always been jealous of him. But the whole thing’s silly. How could you possibly make over the world’s music, even if you were—” Her voice ran down.

      “An Earthman?” he finished coldly. “I suppose you went around telling everybody your suspicions, and Rini wrote that to Irik, too?”

      “I didn’t tell anybody!” she protested indignantly. “Not a soul!” She met his eye. “Except Mother, of course.”

      “Your mother! You might as well have published it in the District Bulletin!”

      “You have no right to speak of Mother like that, even if it’s true!” Embelsira began to sob. “I had to tell her, Balt—she kept asking why there weren’t any young ones.”

      “You could’ve told her to mind her own business!” СКАЧАТЬ