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«They were built by many races, including our own,» he said absently. «It can give me facts like that, but it doesn’t seem to understand their meaning. I believe it’s conscious of the past, without being able to interpret it. Everything that’s ever happened seems jumbled together in its mind.»
He paused thoughtfully for a moment; then his face lightened.
«There’s only one thing to do; somehow or other, we must get Vanamonde to Earth so that our philosophers can study him.»
«Would that be safe?» asked Alvin.
«Yes,» answered Hilvar, thinking how uncharacteristic his friend’s remark was. «Vanamonde is friendly. More than that, in fact, he seems almost affectionate.»
And quite suddenly the thought that all the while had been hovering at the edge of Alvin’s consciousness came clearly into view. He remembered Krif and all the small animals that were constantly escaping, to the a
Twenty-two
How completely unthinkable, Jeserac mused, this conference would have seemed only a few short days ago. The six visitors from Lys sat facing the Council, along a table placed across the open end of the horseshoe. It was ironic to remember that not long ago Alvin had stood at the same spot and heard the Council rule that Diaspar must be closed again from the world. Now the world had broken in upon it with, a vengeance and not only the world, but the Universe.
The Council itself had already changed. No less than five of its members were missing. They had been unable to face the responsibilities and problems now confronting them, and had followed the path that Khedron had already taken. It was, thought Jeserac , proof that Diaspar had failed if so many of its citizens were unable to face their first real challenge in millions of years. Many thousands of them had already fled into the brief oblivion of the Memory Banks, hoping that when they awoke the crisis would be past and Diaspar would be its familiar self again. They would be disappointed.
Jeserac had been co-opted to fill one of the vacant places on the Council. Though he was under something of a cloud, owing to his position as Alvin’s tutor, his presence was so obviously essential that no one had suggested excluding him.
He sat at one end of the horseshoe-shaped table-a position which gave him several advantages. Not only could he study the profiles of his visitors but he could also see the faces of his fellow Councilors-and their expressions were sufficiently instructive.
There was no doubt that Alvin had been right, and the Council was slowly realizing the unpalatable truth. The delegates from Lys could think far more swiftly than the finest minds in Diaspar. Nor was that their only advantage, for they also showed an extraordinary degree of co-ordination which Jeserac guessed must be due to their telepathic powers. He wondered if they were reading the Councilors’ thoughts, but decided that they would not have broken the solemn assurance without which this meeting would have been impossible.
Jeserac did not think that much progress had been made; for that matter, he did not see how it could have been made. The Council, which had barely accepted the existence of Lys, still seemed incapable of realizing what had happened. But it was clearly frightened-and so, he guessed, were the visitors, though they managed to conceal the fact better.
Jeserac himself was not as terrified as he had expected; his fears were still there, but he had faced them at last. Something of Alvin’s own recklessness-or was it courage?-had begun to change his outlook and give him new horizons. He did not believe he would ever be able to set foot beyond the walls of Diaspar, but now he understood the impulse that had driven Alvin to do so.
The President’s question caught him unawares, but he recovered himself quickly.
«I think,» he said, «that it was sheer chance that this situation never arose before. We know that there were fourteen earlier Uniques, and there must have been some definite plan behind their creation. That plan, I believe, was to insure that Lys and Diaspar would not remain apart forever. Alvin had seen to that, but he has also done something which I do not imagine was ever in the original scheme. Could the Central Computer confirm that?»
The impersonal voice replied at once.
«The Councillor knows that I ca
Jeserac accepted the mild reproof.
«Whatever the cause, we ca
Jeserac paused and glanced along the tables. His words had pleased no one, nor had he expected them to do so.
«Yet I don’t see why we should be alarmed. Earth is in no greater danger now than she has always been. Why should two men in a single small ship bring the wrath of the Invaders down upon us again? If we’ll be honest with ourselves, we must admit that the Invaders could have destroyed our world ages ago.»
There was a disapproving silence. This was heresy-and once Jeserac himself would have condemned it as such.
The President interrupted, frowning heavily.
«Is there not a legend that the Invaders spared Earth itself only on condition that Man never went into space again? And have we not now broken those conditions?»
«A legend, yes,» said Jeserac. «We accept many things without question, and this is one of them. However, there is no proof of it. I find it bard to believe that anything of such importance would not be recorded in the memories of the Central Computer, yet it knows nothing of this pact. I have asked it, though only through the information machines. The Council may care to ask the question directly.»
Jeserac saw no reason why he should risk a second admonishment by trespassing on forbidden territory, and waited for the President’s reply. It never came, for in that moment the visitors from Lys suddenly started in their seats, while their faces froze in simultaneous expressions of incredulity and alarm. They seemed to be listening while some faraway voice poured its message into their ears.
The Councilors waited, their own apprehension growing minute by minute as the soundless conversation proceede.
Then the leader of the delegation shook himself free from his trance, and turned apologetically to the President.
«We have just had some very strange and disturbing news from Lys,» he said.
«Has Alvin returned to Earth?» asked the President.
«No-not Alvin. Something else.»
As he brought his faithful ship down in the glade of Airlee, Alvin wondered if ever in human history any ship had brought such a cargo to Earth-if, indeed, Vanamonde was located in the physical space of the machine. There had been no sign of him on the voyage; Hilvar believed, and his knowledge was more direct, that only Vanamode’s sphere of attention could be said to have any position in space. Vanamonde himself was not located anywhere-perhaps not even anywhen.
Seranis and five Senators were waiting for them as they emerged from the ship. One of the Senators Alvin had already met on his last visit; the other two from that previous meeting were, he gathered, now in Diaspar. He wondered how the delegation was faring, and how the city had reacted to the presence of the first intruders from outside in so many millions of years.
«It seems, Alvin,» said Seranis drily, after she had greeted her son, «that you have a genius for discovering remarkable entities. Still, I think it will be some time before you can surpass your present achievement.»