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Goodman blushed, because ever since he had met Ja
"It hardly seems fair to the women," Goodman pointed out.
Melith laughed. "My dear friend, are you preaching the doctrine of equality of the sexes? Really, it's a completely disproved theory. Men and women just aren't the same. They're different, no matter what you've been told on Terra. What's good for men isn't necessarily — or even usually — good for women."
"Therefore you treat them as inferiors," Goodman said, his reformer's blood begi
"Not at all. We treat them in a different ma
"That's because they haven't been allowed to know any better. Is there any law that requires me to keep my wife in the derrsin field?"
"Of course not. The custom simply suggests that you keep her out of stasis for a certain minimum amount of time every week. No fair incarcerating the little woman, you know."
"Of course not," Goodman said sarcastically. "Must let her live some of the time."
"Exactly," Melith said, seeing no sarcasm in what Goodman said. "You'll catch on."
Goodman stood up. "Is that all?"
"I guess that's about it. Good luck and all that."
"Thank you," Goodman said stiffly, turned sharply and left.
That afternoon, Supreme President Borg performed the simple Tranaian marriage rites at the National Mansion and afterward kissed the bride with zeal. It was a beautiful ceremony and was marred by only one thing.
Hanging on Borg's wall was a rifle, complete with telescopic sight and silencer. It was a twin to Melith's and just as inexplicable.
Borg took Goodman to one side and asked, "Have you given any further thought to the Supreme Presidency?"
"I'm still considering it," Goodman said. "I don't really want to hold public office —"
"No one does."
"— but there are certain reforms that Tranai needs badly. I think it may be my duty to bring them to the attention of the people."
"That's the spirit," Borg said approvingly. "We haven't had a really enterprising Supreme President for some time. Why don't you take office right now? Then you could have your honeymoon in the National Mansion with complete privacy."
Goodman was tempted. But he didn't want to be bothered by affairs of state on his honeymoon, which was all arranged anyhow. Since Tranai had lasted so long in its present near-utopian condition, it would undoubtedly keep for a few weeks more.
"I'll consider it when I come back," Goodman said.
Borg shrugged. "Well, I guess I can bear the burden a while longer. Oh, here." He handed Goodman a sealed envelope.
"What's this?"
"Just the standard advice," Borg said. "Hurry, your bride's waiting for you!"
"Come on, Marvin!" Ja
Goodman hurried after her, into the spaceport limousine. "Good luck!" her parents cried. "Good luck!" Borg shouted.
"Good luck!" added Melith and his wife, and all the guests. On the way to the spaceport, Goodman opened the envelope and read the printed sheet within:
ADVICE TO A NEW HUSBAND
You have just been married and you expect, quite naturally, a lifetime of co
Remember that your wife is a human being. She should be allowed a certain measure of freedom as her inalienable right. We suggest you take her out of stasis at least once a week. Too long in stasis is bad for her orientation. Too much stasis is bad for her complexion and this will be your loss as well as hers.
At intervals, such as vacations and holidays, it's customary to let your wife remain out of stasis for an entire day at a time, or even two or three days. It will do no harm and the novelty will do wonders for her state of mind.
Keep in mind these few common-sense rules and you can be assured of a happy marriage.
— By the Government Marriage Council
Goodman slowly tore the card into little bits, and let them drop to the floor of the limousine. His reforming spirit was now thoroughly aroused. He had known that Tranai was too good to be true. Someone had to pay for perfection. In this case, it was the women.
He had found the first serious flaw in paradise.
"What was that, dear?" Ja
"That was some very foolish advice," Goodman said. "Dear, have you ever thought — really thought — about the marriage customs of this planet of yours?"
"I don't think I have. Aren't they all right?"
"They are wrong, completely wrong. They treat women like toys, like little dolls that one puts away when one is finished playing. Can't you see that?"
"I never thought about it."
"Well, you can think about it now," Goodman told her, "because some changes are going to be made and they're going to start in our home."
"Whatever you think best, darling," Ja
And then the limousine reached the spaceport and they got aboard the ship.
Their honeymoon on Doe was like a brief sojourn in a flawless paradise. The wonders of Tranai's little moon had been built for lovers, and for lovers only. No businessman came to Doe for a quick rest; no predatory bachelor prowled the paths. The tired, the disillusioned, the lewdly hopeful all had to find other hunting grounds. The single rule on Doe, strictly enforced, was two by two, joyous and in love, and in no other state admitted.
This was one Tranaian custom that Goodman had no trouble appreciating.
On the little moon, there were meadows of tall grass and deep, green forests for walking and cool black lakes in the forests and jagged, spectacular mountains that begged to be climbed. Lovers were continually getting lost in the forests, to their great satisfaction; but not too lost, for one could circle the whole moon in a day. Thanks to the gentle gravity, no one could drown in the black lakes, and a fall from a mountaintop was frightening, but hardly dangerous.
There were, at strategic locations, little hotels with dimly lit cocktail lounges run by friendly, white-haired bartenders. There were gloomy caves which ran deep (but never too deep) into phosphorescent caverns glittering with ice, past sluggish underground rivers in which swam great luminous fish with fiery eyes.
The Government Marriage Council had considered these simple attractions sufficient and hadn't bothered putting in a golf course, swimming pool, horse track or shuffleboard court. It was felt that once a couple desired these things, the honeymoon was over.
Goodman and his bride spent an enchanted week on Doe and at last returned to Tranai.
After carrying his bride across the threshold of their new home, Goodman's first act was to unplug the derrsin generator.
"My dear," he said, "up to now, I have followed all the customs of Tranai, even when they seemed ridiculous to me. But this is one thing I will not sanction. On Terra, I was the founder of the Committee for Equal Job Opportunities for Women. On Terra, we treat our women as equals, as companions, as partners in the adventure of life."
"What a strange concept," Ja
"Think about it," Goodman urged. "Our life will be far more satisfying in this companionable ma
"You know far more than I, dear. You've traveled all over the Galaxy, and I've never been out of Port Tranai. If you say it's the best way, then it must be."