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Silence from the other end. He cut off the output, figuring they had it by now. "Stop," he said to the elf on outside audio. And he stood and waited until two suited troopers showed up, walking carefully down the hillside from a direction that did not lead to any tu
"Damn," came Cat's female voice over his pickup. "Da-amn." In a tone of wonder. And deFranco at first thought it was admiration of him and what he had done, and then he knew with some disgust it was wonder at the elf, it was a human woman looking at the prettiest, cleanest thing she had seen in three long years, icy, fastidious Cat, who was picky what she slept with. And maybe her partner Jake picked it up, because: "Huh," he said in quite a different tone, but quiet, quiet, the way the elf looked at their faceless faces, as if he still owned the whole world and meant to take it back.
"It's Franc," Jake said then into the com, directed at the base. "And he's right, he's got a live one. Damn, you should seethis bastard."
III
So where's the generals in this war?
Why, they're neverneverhere, my friend.
Well, what'll we do until they come?
Well, you neverneverask, my friend.
"I was afraid too," deFranco says. "I thought you might have a bomb or something. We were afraid you'd suicide if anyone touched you. That was why we kept you sitting all that time outside."
"Ah," says the elf with a delicate move of his hands. "Ah. I thought it was to make me angry. Like all the rest you did. But you sat with me. And this was hopeful. I was thirsty; I hoped for a drink. That was mostly what I thought about."
"We think too much—elves and humans. We both think too much. I'd have given you a drink of water, for God's sake. I guess no one even thought."
"I wouldn't have taken it."
"Dammit, why?"
"Unless you drank with me. Unless you shared what you had. Do you see?"
"Fear of poison?"
"No."
"You mean just my giving it."
"Sharing it. Yes."
"Is pride so much?"
Again the elf touches deFranco's hand as it rests on the table, a nervous, delicate gesture. The elf's ears twitch and collapse and lift again, trembling. "We always go off course here. I still fail to understand why you fight."
"Dammit, I don't understand why you can't understand why a man'd give you a drink of water. Not to hurt you. Not to prove anything. For the love of God, mercy, you ever learn that word?
Being decent, so's everything decent doesn't go to hell and we don't act like damn animals!" The elf stares long and soberly. His small mouth has few expressions. It forms its words carefully.
"Is this why you pushed us so long? To show us your control?"
"No, dammit, to hang onto it! So we can find a place to stop this bloody war. It's all we ever wanted."
"Then why did you start?"
"Not to have you push us!"
A blink of sea-colored eyes. "Now, now, we're understanding. We're like each other."
"But you won't stop, dammit, you wouldn't stop, you haven't stopped yet! People are still dying out there on the front, throwing themselves away without a thing to win. Nothing. That'snot like us."
"In starting war we're alike. But not in ending it. You take years. Quickly we show what we can do. Then both sides know. So we make peace. You showed us long cruelty. And we wouldn't give ourselves up to you. What could we expect?"
"Is it that easy?" DeFranco begins to shiver, clenches his hands together on the tabletop and leans there, arms folded. "You're crazy, elf."
"Angan. My personal name is Angan."
"A hundred damn scientists out there trying to figure out how you work and it's that damn simple?"
"I don't think so. I think we maybe went off course again. But we came close. We at least see there was a mistake. That's the important thing. That's why I came." DeFranco looked desperately at his watch, at the minutes ticking away. He covers the face of it with his hand and looks up. His brown eyes show anguish. "The colonel said I'd have three hours. It's going. It's going too fast."
"Yes. And we still haven't found out why. I don't think we ever will. Only you share with me now, deFranco. Here. In our little time."
The elf sat, just sat quietly with his hands still tied, on the open hillside, because the acting CO
had sent word no elf was setting foot inside the bunker system and no one was laying hands on him to search him.
But the troopers came out one by one in the long afternoon and had their look at him—one after another of them took the trouble to put on the faceless, uncomfortable armor just to come out and stand and stare at what they had been fighting for all these years.
"Damn," was what most of them said, in private, on the com, their suits to his suit; "damn," or variants on that theme.
"We got that transport coming in," the reg lieutenant said when she came out and brought him his kit. Then, unlike herself: "Good job, Franc."
"Thanks," deFranco said, claiming nothing. And he sat calmly, beside his prisoner, on the barren, shell-pocked hill by a dead charcoal tree.
Don't shake him, word had come from the CO. Keep him real happy—don't change the situation and don't threaten him and don't touch him.
For fear of spontaneous suicide.
So no one came to lay official claim to the elf either, not even the captain came. But the word had gone out to Base and to HQ and up, deFranco did not doubt, to orbiting ships, because it was the best news a frontline post had had to report since the war started. Maybe it was dreams of leaving Elfland that brought the regs out here, on pilgrimage to see this wonder. And the lieutenant went away when she had stared at him so long.
Hope. DeFranco turned that over and over in his mind and probed at it like a tongue into a sore tooth. Promotion out of the field. No more mud. No more runs like yesterday. No more, no more, no more, the man who broke the Elfland war and cracked the elves and brought in the key—
—to let it all end. For good. Wi
He looked at the elf who sat there with his back straight and his eyes wandering to this and that, to the movement of wind in a forlorn last bit of grass, the drift of a cloud in Elfland's blue sky, the horizons and the dead trees.
"You got a name?" He was careful asking anything. But the elf had talked before. The elf looked at him. "Saitas," he said.
"Saitas. Mine's deFranco."
The elf blinked. There was no fear in his face. They might have been sitting in the bunker passing the time of day together.
"Why'd they send you?" DeFranco grew bolder.
"I asked to come."
"Why?"
"To stop the war."
Inside his armor deFranco shivered. He blinked and he took a drink from the tube inside the helmet and he tried to think about something else, but the elf sat there staring blandly at him, with his hands tied, resting placidly in his lap. "How?" deFranco asked, "how will you stop the war?" But the elf said nothing and deFranco knew he had gone further with that question than HQ was going to like, not wanting their subject told anything about human wants and intentions before they had a chance to study the matter and study the elf and hold their conferences.