Project Pope

'An Old One! he bawled. 'Your Eminence, an Old One!

The cardinal rose from his chair.

'An Old One, he thundered. 'What about an Old One? Cease all this hullabaloo and tell me what you want.

'An Old One is coming, the monk shouted at him. 'An Old One is coming up the esplanade.

'How do you know it's an Old One? Have you ever seen an Old One?

'No, Your Eminence. But everyone says it is an Old One. Everyone is ru

'If it is an Old One, said the cardinal, 'they had damn well best be scared.

Through the open door came the faint sound of screaming, a noise that filtered through many corridors.

'Up the esplanade? asked Te

'That is right, Doctor, said the monk.

Te

'I do not understand it, said the cardinal. 'No Old One has ever come to Vatican before. In the early days, when we first came here, we occasionally caught glimpses of them, never very many of them, and always from a long distance off. We didn't try to see them too closely. We had no commerce with them. We never troubled them and they never bothered us. Some terrifying tales weire told of them, but that was later on, the length of time that it takes for a myth to build.

'They did kill my predecessor — the young doctor — and the two humans who were with him.

'That is true, but the idiots went hunting them. You do not hunt an Old One. It simply isn't done. That was the first time, and the only time, that the Old Ones ever have committed violence.

'Then it's reasonable to think this one comes with no violence in its mind.

'I wouldn't think he is here to do us violence, said the cardinal, 'but who is to know? The people have a right to fear the Old Ones, if only from the stories they have heard, and to flee as they now are doing, It's only common sense.

'Well, are you coming out with me or not?

'You intend to confront the Old One?

'Not confront him. Meet him.

'Oh, I suppose I might as well, said Theodosius. 'There'll be no one else, I'm sure. I warn you, there'll just be the two of us.

'We will be enough, said Te

'There are ancient tales that some communication may be possible with Old Ones.

'All right, then. Let's go out and talk with this one.

Te

As they walked through the corridors leading to the entrance of the papal palace, Te

They came out of the palace and there, a short distance to the right, stood the massive, soaring basilica, its front facing on the broad, paved esplanade that ran up from the east. The esplanade was empty of either robots or humans — emptier than Te

Far down the esplanade a pudgy figure trudged, as broad as it was tall. Viewed from the distance that they stood, it appeared not too large, although Te

He hurried down the steps and along the walk that led to the basilica, with the cardinal crunching along behind him, the monk and guard lagging far behind.

Reaching the flight of wide stone stairs that led up to the basilica, Te

The cardinal said, in an astonished voice, 'Doctor, that thing out there is spi

It was, indeed. It was a huge sphere, standing, Te

'Strange, said the cardinal. 'Very strange, indeed, Doctor, have you ever seen anything quite like it?

'No, I have not, said Te

'As I told you, long ago, when we first came here. The stories had it that they were globular, but you know how stories are. I, myself, have never seen one until now.

The Old One came up to the foot of the stairs. There it halted and its spi

'Those pockmarks on its hide, said Te

The cardinal said nothing. He stood erect, no longer muffled by his robes, like a soldier at attention.

The Old One sprouted an arm on his right side. It pushed out of his body and grew in length. At the end of it was what amounted to an outsize hand. It reached the hand into a pocket that had not been apparent before the hand dipped into it. It brought out something clutched in its fist and, lengthening its arm to do the job, laid it on the pavement. It was a human body. Tenderly, the fingers of the massive hand straightened the body and turned it on its back.

'My God! Te

He went several steps down the stairs, then stopped. The Old One's hand had dipped into the pocket again and now came out. Carefully and neatly, it deposited what it had brought from the pocket alongside Decker's body — a rifle, a rolled-up sleeping bag, a knapsack, a camp axe and a battered coffee kettle.

On the left side it also grew an arm, and with it reached into another pocket on the left side of its body. Out of it it brought another object and laid it on the pavement, alongside Decker's body — a robot with the top of its metal skull torn off, and another rifle. Carefully the fingers straightened out the dead robot and laid the rifle beside it.

The Old One pulled its arms back into its body, became a simple globe again.

It began to hum, like a vibrating drum, and its humming filled the air, as if the air itself might be vibrating. Out of the humming came human words, deep, slow, and somberous.

'We are wardens, it said. 'We keep watch upon this planet. We allow no killing here. Killing for food to keep life within the body is acceptable, for this is the plan of life for some. But not killing for any other reason.

The humming subsided and the words fell away.

Then the humming began again and more words came. 'We have lived in peace with you. We want to keep on living so. Do not allow this to happen again.

'But, sir, cried Te

The humming built up. 'They came hunting us. They had it in their minds to kill us. This is not allowed. No one kills us. We killed to save ourselves. We killed because the humans were not desirable — they had no place upon this planet.

The humming died and the Old One began to spin. Once it had started spi